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twooftheluckyones · 1 month ago

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Heads or Tails. Woo hoo! 300 followers! Thank you all so much. As always I like to remind that our ask box is open for silly prompts or drawing requests. GET IN THERE! But we got something else for y'all! Lore dump? Lore dump! We wanted to yap off about how our Narinder and Una's powers work in our AU, but this requires a bit of context in how gods work in general. A god is a sum of its devotion, the raw power poured into it by the will of mortals. Much like a fire, devotion can be as simple as a candle or as raging as a bonfire. A god channels their devotion through a Conduit Crown, which allows them to manipulate the universe. These powers are basic at first, but eventually form themselves into a Domain, or an area of expertise and control a god has. For example: Heket controlled Famine, and in it both hunger and feast. Shamrua, a more aged god, had a wider domain of both War and Peace but also Knowledge and Unawareness. Originally, Narinder was the god of Death, raised by Shamura to blend with the shadows and assassinate rival gods, but his hunger for a larger domain led to his family fearing his rise to power and thus his imprisonment. When Una was given the red crown, she channeled Narinder's energy through herself. She was not a god, simply a vessel, a mortal given the power but not truly the one commanding it or being worshiped. However, as time went on, her followers began to slowly worship her instead. It wasn't by their own choice, mind you. She preached the gospel of the red crown, but mortals saw her feed them, shelter them, and protect them. Its difficult to praise a god you've never met while the one who saved you from being sacrificed is right there cooking soup for the cult. Thus she began to form her own godhood, as mentioned in part one. Her domain was Fortune and change, as she was both quite the lucky lamb and the harbinger of a new era. Lucky to be the last one found. Lucky to be saved by the god of death. Lucky to always get good dice in knucklebones. Narinder could sense this, but his fondness for her and the promise of freedom allowed him to ignore it. A problem that would eventually solve itself. Except it didn't. When fate came to be and their blades met, Una triumphed against Narinder and stripped him of his godhood. But she didn't want to. She had always wanted to rule by Narinder's side, and be his most loyal follower forever. A dream kept deep in her heart from the first days of her revenge, even if it was impossible from the start. So in the apex of battle, when the swirling energy of destiny filled her blade, Una's raging power changed things without her even realizing. A crown cannot lie on sit upon two brows, but a throne can be wide enough for two to share. And with a fateful bargain, a new crown allows them to rule side by side, intertwined as their roles combined. Post ascension, Narinder's old power now belongs to both of them, though each still has a unique domain. Una still controls fortune, ranging from anything to getting lucky in a card game to bumping into your soulmate by pure coincidence, but her power also alludes to growth. Her power manifests as intense bursts of energy, lightning that strikes hard and fast leaving opponents nothing but ash. Narinder's power still pertains to death, but now his domain is Decay and Misfortune. Stubbing your toe, getting rained on, and so many worse fates. His power forms as inky blobs of wispy shadow, corrosive and consuming. Powerful in their own right, their strength only grows when they come together. When life and death meld, their ability carries the strength to change almost anything they desire, if the bickering pair can agree on it. They exist together now, united as gods for eternity.

#cult of the lamb #cotl #totlo art #cotl narinder #cotl lamb #narinder #narilamb #narinder x lamb #totlo lore #LOTL COTL AU

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avocadish0w0 · 13 days ago

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Scarian prompt: Photographer and model AU. Scar is a photographer and asked Grian to be the model. You can cross it with College AU if you'd like

Yello! @motherofplatypus thank you so much for this adorable idea!! I will indeed cross it with a college AU because I'm a sucker for those!

So quick summary!

Scar's a Art student at college, and he has a project that he has to make a small album with 10 pictures of someone he loves

Grian's a Architecture student at the same campus, and he was always hesitant to take pictures because of his low self esteem

Scar happened to love taking pictures of his childhood best friend that he may or may not have developed feelings for, but he'll never admit it, of course...

Or maybe, this photoshoot might bring them together in more ways than any of them expected...

Leeeet's go!

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Scar's POV

"You guys have a month to complete this assignment, I expect good themes and pictures with the techniques I taught you throughout these months, any questions?" The teacher finished the explanation of the project, I was thrilled, and yet, lost, I had no idea who to ask to be my muse! I loved many people, my family, friends, Grian... Maybe- no, he'd never let me take pictures of him for a project, and if I tell him it's about someone I love I might accidentally confess to him! And I don't even think he feels the same, obviously not! We're just best friends since kindergarten, just that... Maybe I could try taking pictures when he's not looking, I know that he'd never let me take pictures of him if I asked him to pose.

I stood up with my cane, taking my backpack and swinging it over my shoulder, going towards the door with the other students, looking around for a certain blond pesky bird, yet, not finding any-

"Hey there handsome." I heard a British accent from behind me, startling me and making me jump "Oh! Hoo! Oh god! You scared me!" I pant softly, placing a hand on my racing heart until I could breathe normally, smiling as I hear his mischievously cute laugh that sent butterflies flying around my stomach"Hey there light of my life." I flirt jokingly back, supporting my elbow on his head, mocking his height, trying to push away the slight pink hue on my cheeks "Wanna get some lunch? I found a nice cafe down the street, it has those cookies you like" he asked, looking up at me with a wide smile that made my heart flutter 'God he's perfect' i thought, nodding "Sure! Let's go! I've been dying for cookies!" I replied, letting the short blond lead the way.

Grian's POV

I walked upfront, the soft sunlight that slipped through the cloudy sky hitting my face, filling me with a weird mixture of warmth and the cold from the breeze, it felt nice tho. I smiled brightly and closed my eyes, hearing a soft click behind me, I jumped slightly, turning around only to see Scar with his camera in hand and with a goofy smile "Scar!! Delete it!!" I rush to him, trying to take the camera from him "Never! You look so good in this one!" He debated, holding the camera up since he was a head and a half taller than me "Yeah yeah! I doubt it!" I jump, trying to reach it, making him laugh loudly, my face redder than my sweater, his laughter making my heart beat faster 'God! He's so annoyingly cute!' i think, huffing and walking away, crossing my arms "Fine! I'll go to the cafe without you! And I won't bring any cookies!" I smirked, knowing this would hit a nerve.

"Hey! Fine! Fine! I'm sorry! It's for a project of mine!" He admitted "Huh? Which project?" I asked, genuinely curious "I-it's uhm... You have to take 10 pictures of someone or something and make a small album, so... I was trying to picture the landscape but you were in the way and I couldn't resist it!" He waves around nervously "Hm... Just that?" I ask, raising an eyebrow "Yes!!" He replied fast, too fast actually, but I just brushed it off, rolling my eyes and entering a cozy looking cafe.

The cafe had cappuccino brown walls with white upper trims, many bookshelves and plants, some shelves with decorations and a chalkboard with the menu and a blank area for customer drawings.

I smiled mischievously, taking a white chalk and drawing a fluffy llama, hearing another click and snap from behind me, maybe Scar was taking pictures of the ambient, I turned to him after signing my name "How should we name her??" I asked playfully, watching as the tall brunet thought about a name "How about... Pizza!" He beamed at the name "Sure! Pizza the llama!" I smiled back, writing on top of the drawing and showcasing it to him, blushing furiously when I see him snapping a picture, smiling warmly at the screen "Why do you always take pictures of me when we hangout?" I ask curiously, sitting down at the stuffed bench by the window and looking at the menu "Oh, well, I just like to capture a memory of every moment, and two, you're very photogenic and look good in every picture, it's infuriating!" I heard him chuckle as he blushed softly, looking out the window, his camera left on the table.

Just as I was going to ask to see the pictures, a waiter walked up to get our orders, I looked at the menu and smiled "An Espresso, a chocolate chip cookie and a brownie for me" i said, looking at Scar, waiting for him to make his order "Oh! Uhm, I think an iced cappuccino with chocolate syrup and whipped cream and two cookies!" He smiled, making me giggle, 'Such a sweet tooth'

Scar's POV:

I hear Grian giggle as I make my order, my heart rate going up at the cute sound "What?" I ask, trying to push back the goofy smile that grows on my face along with the heat on my cheeks, "You're as a sweet tooth as you were when we were kids! I don't know how you do it!" He replied, baffled, leaning his head on his palm, his elbows on the table, he laughs softly "I guess that's why you're always so energetic, there's too much sugar in your blood stream" i hear him add, looking out the window, where the few remaining bit of sunshine disappear between the clouds, giving way to the droplets of rain that fall, hitting the glass, I smile to myself, preparing my camera and sliding slightly to the edge of my seat, making sure to get the best angle and...

Snap!

4/10 pictures now, just in time for the waiter to arrive with our orders, we thank the men and I turn to grian, still holding my camera "Hey, pesky bird..." I call him, making him turn to me with a mischievous and adorable smile "Say cheese!" I add as I snap a picture of his smile, making him go as red as a tomato "Scar!! C'mon! Delete it! Why are you even taking pictures of me?!" He tries to reach for my camera for the second time today, but I just laugh, setting in next to me on the cushion "You just need to admit it, you're beautiful, and I already said it's for a project!" I shoot back, taking a sip of my drink "You said your project was landscaping! Not me! What's it? Ten pictures of your local Grian?" He mumbles as he stuffs a forkful of brownie in his mouth, making me chuckle 'God, I almost gave away the real prompt, I need to be more careful-' my thoughts are interrupted by the sight of the short boy in front of me with a flustered face, sipping his coffee 'How did I fell in love with this adorable little menace...' I think, smiling

I watch Grian's head perk up, his face the color of his sweater, looking up at me "What?" He asked, flushed, leaving me confused "What do you mean? Wait- did I say that out loud...?" I ask, feeling my cheeks get hotter than the sun.

He nods, looking at his brownie fidgeting with the hem of his sleeves, face completely red, highlighting his freckles, the soft sand blond curls bouncing in front of his eyes "Oh..." Realization hits me, I just confessed to him accidentally.

He stands up and I already start waiting for the worst, that's it, he's disgusted by me, he's going to leave and we're never going to talk again, I'm going to lose my lifelong friend and all because of my stupid mouth-

I'm snapped out of my thoughts when Grian sits next to me, resting his head on my shoulder, his fingers softly tracing mine "Is that why you were taking pictures of me...?" He asks quietly, barely above a whisper, "Not entirely but yes" I didn't completely lie, but I felt my shoulders relax when I see his shy smile "It was for the project... Just... The theme was 10 pictures of someone we love..." I admitted, leaning my face on top of his, the sweet scent of his shampoo invading my nostrils and making me smile "You smell like poppies and lilacs, it's funny, a mixture of sweet and spicy" I whisper, burying my face on his hair "And you smell like sunflowers... Like hayfields, it's... Comforting..." He replies, fidgeting with his sweater, I notice his hesitation, he wants to say something else, but i don't press him on it.

Grian's POV

I take a deep breath, God this day took a complete turn, I should say it, he confessed so there's no need to fear rejection, but it's just so... Hard! I clutch my jumper, focusing my eyes on anything but the brunet I'm leaned on, the cookies! Yes! Good thing to focus on, cookies, chocolate chips, coffee, espresso, it's already warm, not good anymore, the cappuccino is iced, it's good, it's sweet- "I love you too" I blurt out before I get too consumed by my distractions ans thoughts "What-? Sorry could you repeat it?" He asks, looking at me "I love you too..." I say it again, this time slower, feeling my cheeks and ears burning "R-really?" He leans closer, tilting my head up with his finger before cupping my face on his hand, I just nod, too scared to speak with so many butterflies flying in my stomach, my heart racing, I unconsciously shift my gaze to his lips, I want to know how they feel... They probably taste sweet... Scar was always one to wear lipstick

"Can I kiss you?"

The words ring in my ears, my heart rate quickening and I nod, almost desperate, craving for touch. He leans in and I close my eyes, feeling his lips brush mine before colliding, the touch soft on my cracked lips, warm and sweet like strawberry, it starts off slow, loving, his hands cradling my face and pulling me closer, my body feels like it's combusting, it feels right, as if our lips were meant to be fitted together. When we part, he leans his forehead against mine, breathing heavily, face flushed and eyes glowing with what I can only suppose is passion "You're handsome..." I don't know what to reply, my mind fuzzy and thoughtless, he chuckles, and the sound rings just perfectly to my ears "No I'm not..." It comes off without much thought, almost instantly, like an automated reply, he rolls his eyes, taking his camera and I almost whimper at the loss of warmth, he turns my head to the screen, showing me the pictures "You're perfect, Grian... You might not believe yourself but you trust me" I just nod, looking at the screen, how he captured every detail in the way that indeed made me look good, I didn't say anything, hiding my face on his neck

"They're beautiful..." I mumble

"Only because you're in them..." He whispers back, pressing a soft kiss to my head.

'God, I love him so much...'

#desert duo #grian #hermitcraft #gtws #hermitcraft s8 #trafficshipping #desertduo #life series #limited life smp #scarian fanfic #scarian #hermitcraft smp #college au

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pascalispretty · 5 months ago

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history stopped in 1936

Javi G x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: Angst, Spanish Civil War AU, war and its horrors, brief and vague descriptions of sex, it's implied that Javi and reader are speaking Spanish the entire time, references to drinking and smoking, unbeta'd so please be gentle!

Summary: The Spanish Civil War threatens the slice of paradise you and Javi have found together. (AO3)

A/N: Hoo boy. This was written for @studioghibelli's writing challenge, and the moment I saw the moodboard, I knew I wanted to do something Atonement-inspired. You don't need to know who the opposing sides were in the war, but if you'd like to learn more, I'd recommend George Orwell's "Homage to Catalonia". The title comes from an essay of his. As always my love to @misscharlielulu for her support.

Mallorca, August 1936

Spain burns and, across the Balearic Sea, rumours are carried like ash on the wind.

You and Javier had fled Barcelona in the middle of the night, just after St Jordi’s Day. The streets had still been littered with rose petals as you had made your way to the docks, and the waiting ship. The atmosphere in Barcelona had grown tense, shimmering with electricity like the air just before a thunderstorm.

In July, your fears had been vindicated when news trickled across the sea, whispers of a violent uprising. Nobody could say for certain who had seized power – the anarchists, the communists, the Carlists, or some as-yet-unknown political spectre.

By contrast to the news reports that trickled over from the mainland, Mallorca felt safe. The ocean separating the island from the peninsula made the war feel further away, something that was happening in another world. Even when Barcelona fell or when, days later, Franco invaded with his African army in Seville - it all felt so far away, separated by miles of sparkling blue water.

On your island sanctuary, you and Javi managed to find a measure of happiness. Reminders of the war were never far away, and you were all probably smoking and drinking too much, but it didn’t matter. You could still watch movies on the projection reel he’d bought before he met you. Tucked up against Javi’s side, watching Clark Gable or Errol Flynn, you could forget the war on the mainland entirely.

It was only when the war came to Mallorca that you realised how deluded you had been.

With censored newspapers and downed radio communications, rumours run like wildfire across the island. Days after Seville falls, the stableboys hear that the Republicans have landed on the east coast – the housekeeper tells Marta that it’s Russians sent by Stalin, and the man who delivers the mail insists its Italians. There’s fighting in the streets of Palma and to the ports in the east, but nobody can agree on who exactly is fighting who.

You clean up after breakfast, a hastily made pa amb tomàquet that masks the staleness of the bread. Even for a family as rich as the Gutierrez’s, you cannot waste food anymore.

They say the fighting is in Palma, and Porto Cristo. Drawn onto a map, the Gutierrez villa would form the apex of the triangle; it’s about as far away from the fighting as you can get while still being on dry land. You try to breathe. It’s just another Tuesday morning. You’re breaking leftover breadcrusts into a bowl for the dogs when Javi appears.

“Leave that, my love. Come out into the garden with me?” He asks, wrapping a large hand around your wrist. You don’t need much convincing; you wipe your hands down on a towel and twine your fingers with your husband’s as you walk out across the patio to the greenery beyond.

The gardens are a riot of colour. In the hazy, golden light of summer, the colours seem almost over-saturated. It’s a world away from the dark, medieval splendour of Barcelona. Foxgloves and red poppies and bright marigolds fill the carefully planned beds around the pond, a riot of Technicolour hues that somehow work beautifully in concert.

In the sunlight, Javi’s curls look gilded; he glows, in spite of the anxiety furrowing his brow. A stone bench sits beneath a gazebo, and he leads you over there. The wooden structure is heavy with jasmine; the smell perfumes the air, blending with the salt of the nearby sea.

“Is something wrong, Javi? Is it Marta?” You ask, worry colouring your voice. Javi’s mother, Marta, was a complicated woman. She had loathed Lucas, her nephew by marriage, but had been unable to get out of bed for days when news had reached her that he had been taken into Montjuïc Castle as a prisoner. Even across the ocean, you had come to know that nobody came out of Montjuïc alive.

Javi shakes his head, his hand cupping your elbow as he guides you to sit down on the bench beside him. Even now, it’s unlike him to look so morose.

“I’ve been talking to my father.” This much you already knew. One of the stableboys had come to fetch Javi in the middle of breakfast: his father had requested his son ride out with him. Whatever they discussed, it’s knocked your husband’s relentless optimism, and that worries you more than anything.

You hold Javi’s hands and wait patiently for him to tell you what’s bothering him, but he seems unable to find the words. Your mind careers from calamity to disaster in his silence. Someone somewhere has issued a warrant for Javi’s arrest. The army is on the move and will reach the cliffs by nightfall. His father, Jordi, has had another heart attack.

“My father- that is, my father and I-” Javier starts. You squeeze his fingers, your heart beating a rapid tattoo in your rising panic.

“Please, Javi, just tell me,” you plead. He looks out over the cliffs and his shoulders slump resignedly.

“My father thinks you should leave.” A punch to the gut could not have winded you more. You sit there, blinking at him like an idiot, unable to understand what he just said.

“My father thinks you need to leave, and I do too.” He turns away from the ocean, cupping your face in his hand and forcing you to look into your eyes. “You need to leave Mallorca, leave Spain. Tonight if possible.”

“You want to send me away?” You manage, sounding rather more pathetic than you’d hoped. Javi shakes his head, his lovely brown eyes full of sorrow.

“I want you to be safe. And it’s not safe here, not for you.”

“It’s no more dangerous for me than-”

“It is more dangerous for you. The worst thing they do to men is shoot them.” The unspoken implication hangs unpleasantly in the air. Javi sighs and glances back towards the house. “My father thinks he can persuade my mother to leave.” You want to scream. You want to ask who made Jordi such an authority, who made him king of his own tiny dominion and gave him the power to dismiss you.

In your gut, you know Javier’s father is right. He’s been weathering the storms of Spanish politics since before you were born, a wily fox of a man who had declared months ago that the political powderkeg was about to explode.

“I won’t leave you,” you insist, your voice firmer now. Jordi might be right; an army will come here someday. But you’d rather face them than abandon your family. “Until death do us part, Javi.”

“Please, sweetheart. It would only be for a little while. The war can’t last forever.” He manages a smile; a soft, crooked grin that wants to make you give in. You’d do so much to make him smile again.

“Your father will never get Marta to leave. She won’t leave him, and you won’t leave them.” The half-smile falls from Javi’s face.

“They’re old, sweetheart. I need to take care of them. But you – you’re strong. I know you can do this. You’ll go somewhere safe, and as soon as we’ve weathered this storm, you’ll come back.” Both of his hands are cupping your face now. Somewhere overhead, seagulls are screaming. His optimism makes you want to scream too.

“No, Javi, no, I can’t-” you start again, clutching his wrists in your hands.

“You can, you must,” he talks over you. In frustration you pull away, marching over the grass towards the house. One of Marta’s cats yowls at you as you pass it, pleading for attention, but you’re too upset to pay it any mind. Javi is hot on your heels, by turns pleading and stern. The door to your bedroom bangs against the wall as you fling it open.

You want space, but Javi won’t give it to you. He’s in your face, his hands roaming over you, clutching at your shoulders, your arms, your wrists. His rosy view of the world had been charming when you’d first met – now it makes you angry beyond words.

“I’m not leaving you,” you insist sharply, bringing your hands up to push your husband away from you. His hands circle your wrists instead, refusing to let you escape. “I’m not leaving you!” You repeat it in English, in your broken Catalan, in French. You tell him over and over in as many languages as you know, all the while struggling to break free of his hold.

The kiss takes you by surprise. He keeps one hand at your wrists; the other cups the back of your head. There’s no elegance to the kiss. He presses his mouth to yours, full lips meeting your own, your breath mingling with his. You’d almost think he’d done it deliberately to throw you off balance, if not for the surprised little intake of breath he makes.

“You are leaving tonight,” he says, once he’s broken the kiss. His fingertips grip the nape of your neck, your foreheads press together. You try to shake your head against his, but his hand at your neck grips tighter. “If I have to throw you into the boat myself, you’re leaving tonight.”

“I’ll hate you forever if you do.” It’s a childish assertion. His soft brown eyes fill with quiet devastation, and you immediately want to take it back.

“I’d rather have you hate me and survive than love me and die.” The two of you grapple again; him trying to keep his hold on you as you try to escape his grip. You have no real notion of why you want to break free – you could hardly hide in a cabinet until he gave up and allowed you to stay.

When the two of you tumble back onto the bed, it is an accident. You had tried to kick out with your legs, but had only succeeded in knocking you both off balance. His arms wrap around you as you lie on top of him, doing your best to squirm free and failing miserably.

You and Javi rarely argue. Any petty squabbles you do have are usually easily and quickly resolved. And when you do fight, you’ve gotten used to burning out that tension with sex.

So it feels like the most natural thing in the world to start pulling his shirtfront open. He takes your cue, his hands falling from your wrists and setting to work on the buttons of your dress. There’s a frantic energy to you both; for all you had been fighting him before, you can’t pull him close enough now. Your hands itch with the need to touch him, to memorise every inch and curve of him before he sends you away.

You sink your fingers into his curls and drag him down closer. It’s not making love, not the soft, slow sex that you and Javi usually have. This is something harsher, more demanding. The bedframe rattles with the force of your movements, and you know you should be embarrassed. The servants or Javi’s parents could hear, your actions unmistakable when the noise of the bed combines with the moans escaping from you both.

When you’ve both come, and are lying satiated in each other’s arms, the fire has gone out of your conversation. Javi rests his head on your breasts, humming contentedly as you play with his curls. You admire the Monet painting that faces the bed, the hazy floral landscape that you wish for all the world you and your husband could escape into. The canvas lilies almost seem to sway in the breeze with the haze of heat rising through the room.

“What if you forget me?” You say softly. As much as you know Javi loves you, you can’t deny that the thought scares you. That you will leave, but after long years of war, Javi will have moved on. He’ll find some pretty Mallorquin girl that never went into exile and never come to rescue you from your banishment.

“I could never forget you,” Javi says, tilting his head back to look at you. Those beautiful eyes of his are so full of sorrow that you want to cry yourself.

“You say that. What if this war lasts as long as the Great War? Longer?”

“It doesn’t matter. ‘If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever’,” he says in English.

“Byron?” You ask, and he shakes his head. Of course he would quote poetry at a time like this.

“Tennyson. It’s true. I could fill the whole island with flowers, all the thinking of you I shall do while we’re parted.” Javi’s hands rest on your thighs, his thumbs stroking lazy circles onto your skin.

“Wouldn’t that be something to behold. A whole island, full of flowers. You could live four lifetimes and never run out of scenery to paint.”

“I would write to you every day, you know,” Javier manages eventually. You know he would. Javi has always had an excellent turn of phrase – there were half-drafted screenplay ideas all over your apartment in Barcelona.

“And one letter in twenty might reach me,” you retort. The postal service hasn’t exactly been running efficiently of late, never mind the inevitable censorship everything seems to be going through.

“I would keep you here with me if there was any way I could be sure you’d be safe.” He says gently, and you sigh. “And I would like you to go willingly. But you’re going either way, I’m afraid.” Even issuing orders, there’s undeniable tenderness to it.

“Between the both of us, we might fill all of Europe with flowers.” You try to imagine it; two paths of flowers creeping across the continent, growing every time you and Javi think of one another.

“The whole world, even.” Javier clutches a little tighter at your thighs, and you can hear tears thickening his voice. You hold each other tighter, and you know now that neither of you will loosen your grip until the very last moment.

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Later, there will be a forget-me-not pressed into your hand as you and Javi say your final goodbyes at the dock. Your clothes are weighted down by the money and jewellery sewn into the hems, but it’s the flower you treasure the most. You refuse to cry as you sail away; you stare insistently at the dock, long after Javier has faded from your sight. You know he’ll be doing the same, standing on the pier and keeping a watchful eye on the horizon until the sky starts to lighten with the dawn.

Later, in spite of your denials, there will be letters. Javi writes to you often, mostly of trivial, household matters that won’t be censored. In every one he tells you how the gardens are growing. In every one, there is a flower drawn into the margin. You hoard them like a dragon hoards gold; when your homesickness makes you feel physically ill, you surround yourself with his letters and tracing the lines of his pen.

Later, there will be a screenplay. It’s smuggled off the island and brought directly to you by a man who only speaks brusque Catalan, and you nearly weep just to hear the language spoken again. The screenplay bears a pseudonym – Javier Peña – but every line is clearly your Javi’s work. It tells of a great love story flourishing in the face of a brutal war, of love conquering all. You cry over the last twenty pages, a handkerchief clasped to your face so you don’t smudge the ink.

Later, the war will end. Spain will survive, though she will not be saved. You will never walk through a garden of flowers without thinking of Javi.

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“But what really happened? The answer is simple: the lovers survive and flourish.” – Ian McEwan, Atonement

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beaudoesart · 4 months ago

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Wow!! It's here!! Woo hoo.

ABILITY SWAP EW AU

Their personalities are the same. The plots, still the same. Their abilities are the only thing that changed lol.

Head cannons for Ellsworld as well X3

Thomas Andrews: Swapped with Edd

How he became super: Same way Edd did. Instead of Edd going on the roof it was Tom. He lost at nose goes.

He was born a girl. Started going by he/him pronouns in middle school.

Tom's name used to be: Tamara

Matthew Harris: Swapped with Tord

They were born a girl as well. They got top surgery in highschool. <3

Matt's name used to be: Matilda

Tord Andreasson: Swapped with Matt

Born a man

How she became a vampire: Tord was out getting groceries when it happened. A bat flew up to her and bit her on the neck. She punched the bat, and continued to their house.

Next morning she woke up a vampire.

She likes Edd and Matt's blood. Matt's taste very sweet, like ice cream. Edd's tastes sweet and savory. He likes Edd's more than Matt's and Tom's.

Tom's blood tastes radioactive, and like battery acid. She doesn't really drink his unless Matt or Edd aren't in there.

Edward Evans: Swapped with Tom

How he became monster: He was just born this way. He got it from his dad's side. His parents got divorced after Edd was born.

Edd's name used to be: Ellie

Extra:

In this AU Tord never left. Well, she did, but only for a year. She was called to war in her home country. That's where she met Pat and Pau. She got shot in the leg, making it difficult to continue the fight. She was able to go back home to England with her friends.

They would text, write, and call their friend every night. The others would tell her all the adventures they went on, ect, ect.

Monster and other info:

Edd hasn't let Matt know that he isn't entirely human yet.

So Edd, Tom, and Tord, don't really trust Matt enough to tell them about what Edd is. Only Tom and Tord know what Edd is.

Tom and Tord have been Edd's childhood friends. They met Matt in middle school, in 3rd year. They all sorta like each other but at the moment it's just TomMatt, and TordEdd.

Tord and Edd started liking each other in 5th grade. They started dating at the beginning of middle school.

Tord loves her scary dog privileges >:3

More monster info:

Tord and Tom found out about Edd when they were very little. Edd couldn't really control it too well back then.. givin that he was a child lol.

At first Tom and Tord were scared, along with Edd. He was afraid they'd hate him for what he was, but after a moment they started asking him questions about how this happened, was he super strong, etc, etc.

They were scared because they thought Edd would hurt them, but saw the fear in his eyes and realized they were both safe, and just honestly wanted to know what he was.

Tord and Tom would make sure Edd was always safe and never bullied. They'd protect him from any dangers.

He only really half turns. He tries his best to never transform completely. He only fully transformed once when he was younger due to a family death, with someone he was very close to.

He was upset and mad. They made sure to keep him calm. They wrapped him in blankets, gave him snacks, and stayed with him till he calmed down and felt better. They ended up sleeping with him that night, which helped him. He didn't talk for a while after that.

He mostly stayed in his room for about a week, not talking to anyone. Just nods and shakes of the head. They'd check in on him, seeing him half transformed in the room in his bed. They'd just sit with him and try and lift his spirits. It eventually worked and he was back to his normal happy self.

They continued to be be kids after that. Just living their lives. They'd go were no one else would go whenever they'd play. They would ask Edd if he'd transform sometimes. They both thought it was super cool, especially sense he'd get bigger.

Tord would sit in his lap whenever he'd transform. Edd was big enough for Tord to sit in or lay in his lap. *This is when Tord began to have feelings towards Edd*

Anyways yeah. Here's a sketch of them playing hide and seek when they were little. :3

THEY WILL BE POLLY!! It will be done... Bro.. why does he look like a goat 🤣😭💚

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thelemoncoffee · 5 months ago

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so i had a stupid idea- ya know how i have a hc blood family for Kokichi on top of him having DICE as his found family?

so what if i involved them in my aus?

like hear me out- pick any saiouma au, now add his family into it. Phantom thief? his parents are retired phantom thieves and he picks up the family legacy and uses DICE as aid. superhero au? they're a whole family of villains working together to commit chaos and crimes. high fantasy? lord the possibilities are endless.

it's so much fun cause depending on how you hc his blood family, how saiouma factors in can be really angsty or really funny. personally my hc family would be really funny because in any instance where saiouma are on the opposite teams Kokichi would be fearful his family would disapprove of him falling for the enemy, and meanwhile his family is trying to plot how to get the two together because they ship it

....i also have my Kokichi's dead brother hc, which would be insanely interesting in a mafia au...... but that's not funny- that's sad- i'm hear for hees, hoos, and chuckles today

#danganronpa #ndrv3 #danganronpa v3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #saiouma #headcanons #ouma family #au #au idea #au prompt #kai prompts

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insane-fanfic-author-4life · 7 months ago

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If you don’t mind questions; would it be okay if I ask about the culture of New Rome/Camp Jupiter in your AU?

I saw you mentioned in one of your one-shots about Jason that he and Dakota hate mortals (or used to in Jason’s case). I know with how outsider-averse New Rome seemed in canon I figured they’d have at least SOME distaste for mortals (especially from old families), but I want to know your thoughts on it! Maybe we could possibly get a story where Dakota meets Sally👀?

If you’re willing, do you have any ideas for the Sea of Monsters quests Jason and Dakota went on? I’m assuming they went after the Golden Fleece, and can only imagine their (or even all of New Rome’s) faces when it’s found out that Percy got to it before them😄. I’m assuming on that quest they found Reyna!

(If you can’t tell I love hearing people’s New Rome headcanons and what life was like for them)!

Apologies for the mini-rant and if it ends up not making too much sense😅! Hope you’re doing well!

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HI! Thank you so much for this ask, I've always wanted to share my New Rome World with someone.

Sorry in advance for my rambling.

Rick gives us so little about new Rome it's crazy! So, I've kinda came up with my own world-building and culture while writing/planning my Jason Grace fics.

New Rome, in my AU, is very cut off from the mortal world, and I know that in the Riordanverse it's the same way, but I mean so cut off from the world outside Oakland Hills and Mortal culture. Any hint of Mortal Culture- or even anything that isn't New Roman is looked at as taboo. You've never handled a weapon before? Look at the time I've gotta go. You don't speak Latin or use Roman Numerals on a regular basis? Oh, sorry my dad said we can't be friends. You don't enjoy the traditional meals but like Takis? Why didn't the Wolves eat you.

In my horridly-named-au there's a lot of racism/bitterness towards mortals, definitely from the Golden families who've lived there since the fall of Rome. Mortals have always been very oblivious towards the gods and mythology going on, but still they tend to put their noses in places they shouldn't be. We see in all of the quests that when this happens, things tend to get sticky for the Demigod in question. And because of how cut off the New Romans are from the Mortal world, just one bad experience in the outside world can shape entire generations of legacies.

Forget openly thinking you'd rather live outside of New Rome.

Most of the time that isn't seen as an issue though, because why would you want to leave? There's an already structured city with schools, apartments, hospitals, restaurants, and everything you need to survive. To raise a family and grow old. While outside of New Rome you're constantly surrounded by the very thing that attracts monsters to you.

Besides after serving the ten years you have too in the military, you know more about the New Roman Way than the Mortals. Everything the Mortals do now is strange. What do you mean they have free time? That they eat pizza for dinner? That's so unhealthy.

I feel like the people in New Rome don't really understand free time and pleasures very much. Even if they're safe and can have those things they're still demigods/legacies. They always have to be at their top game, or they'll die.

Their little understanding of the outside world (plus horribly views towards mortals) leads to racism and jokes towards them.

I have a lot more on New Rome culture but that's the gist of their views of the outside world.

Also, I've been planning a one-shot about Dakota (and some others) meeting Sally!

I've been planning a longer fanfiction about Jason's childhood/ quests leading up to HoO. I want to start publishing by the end of this year, but I want to have a few (maybe ten) chapters written up and edited.

Anyways here's my ideas for the Sea of Monsters Quest with him and dakota (plus whoever else was with them)

They get stranded on one of the islands in the sea of monsters, which is where they find the Maenad rave (another implied thing in the series) They're preteens and awkward and just need help but these maenads... aren't very helpful, so say the least.

They run into Triton at one point, who is a little bitchy and ends up sending them towards Black Beards Stolen Ship, where all the former C C's Island Resort people are captured.

Jason hates what's going on, and jumps on and concidenlly is like 'I'm here to save you. I'm the son of Jupiter' to Reyna while she, Hylla, and Kinzie plan their escape. Reyna doesn't really need Jason and his peoples help, but it'll give her a better advantage, so they all for a plan. She ends us showing off and Jason realizes she has to be a demigod.

That's pretty much all I have for that so far, sorry if that wasn't what you were expecting and rereading it is very messy.

I'm so happy you asked and if you have anymore New Rome questions I'd love to hear them. Also if you have any New Rome headcanons that you don't mind share with me that would be great cuz it's so underrated and I love people who like the Roman Side of the riordanverse.

Hope you're doing well as well! Thank you for sending this and if you, or anyone else, has anymore asks let me know!

#heroes of olympus #jason grace #pjo #pjo hoo toa #dakota pjo #fanfic #percy jackon and the olympians #writing #pjo headcanon #new rome #new Rome culture #roman demigods #reyna ramirez arellano #the Sea of monsters

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feelingthedisaster · 1 year ago

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PJO/HOO fic prompts

Thalia&Reyna friendship (or even better, queerplatonic relationship) in the hunters

Thalia, Luke and Annabeth found family pre-we know what

Pipabeth The Runaways AU

HOO characters found out about thing that happened in PJO (and their reactions)

Percy goes lets-destroy-Olympus after Annabeth's death

Luke doesnt try to kill Percy at the end of TLT and convinces him to joing Chronos

literally any character goes to therapy

or the mental health aftermath after all the traumatic experiencies they went through

Sally meets the rest of the seven (in a canon divergency in which Leo doesnt "die")

Jason feeling jealous of Annabeth for having the sibling relationship with Thalia he could never had

Hazel timetravels and meets Bianca (i really needed them to be friends)(imagine the angst if Hazel knew Bianca was going to die, and couldnt stop it)

Percy opens up about Gabe

Stelle visits Camp Half-Blood

The OG trio getting high together

Frank meets Clarisse (everyone thinks they wont like eachother but a secret common thing brings them closer)

Hazel and Nico try to figure out how phones work

a lot of celebrities/historical figures were demigods, everyone fights about who has the cooler sibling

nobody knew about Solangelo and one time they kissed in front of everyone, general reaction is WTF?

Broklynn 99 AU, specificly the Halloween Heists

The entire Camp is betting wherever Nico and Reyna are dating or not. They all share what Will wins (established Solangelo, but nobody knows)

#someday i will write the runaways au #i refuse to read luke's diary or whatever the book was about (one day curiosity'd kill my catself)#pjo #pjo hoo toa #percy jackson #annabeth chase #thalia grace #luke castellan #nico di angelo #hazel levesque #frank zhang #leo valdez #piper mclean #reyna avila ramirez arellano #hoo

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haleingstorm · 4 months ago

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Actually you know what I'm still not over the Seven not being found family in HOO. We were robbed. However canon is my bitch now so I present to you my the-7-actually-become-friends-and-family-and-have-meaningful-relationships-instead-of-just-vaguely-existing-near-each-other AU (Name subject to change).

The first disaster we have to tackle is fucking TLH It had so much potential and it just never followed through. First off I would like to mention that I would personally have SON be first in the series because then you could subtle drop hints about Jason and then learn about him in the next book. However I can be persuaded otherwise. So TLH it is. Let's set the scene.

First off Piper is not just a not-like-other-girls doesn't want to pretty because she finds it shallow. She grew. up. in Hollywood. Hollywood. That's going to fuck with anybodies sense of self worth and body imagine. As well as make it real clear what happens to young pretty girls/women. Add on to that a dash of Aphrodite kid powers. Namely subtle shape shifting. Canon by the way Silena is described 3 different ways in different books. (Am I aware this is probably Rick being terrible at remembering descriptions. Of course, do I care? Oh hell no.)

Anyway we'll keep her complicated relationship with her dad.(I have no authority on how to write her being Cherokee so I'm not touching that with a 10 foot poll. If others who know more would like to. Feel Free!). And Jane being kind of evil. Bonus points if she really wants to get in Piper's dad's pants but Piper keeps cockblocking her either accidentally but on Purpose. Piper is fighting the gender binary. It started out as a bid for attention but turns into hey-actually-this-is-making-me-feel-things. Dealers choice on what actually those things are. She's at the wilderness school because her dad doesn't know what to do with her. She has ADHD obviously but most of it is internal rather than external

Leo Valdez is a foster kid that has run away a gran total of seven times and is at the Wildness school as a Last Restort. He has undiagonzied ADHD because he was 'preforming too well in school' to fit the criteria. As well as fairly mild Dyslexia. He's terrified of fire and doesn't actually want to be a mechanic because that was what his mom was. And he could never be half the person she was. He's much too stupid for that. He is resistant to high temperatures but can not stand lower ones. Chalks this up to being from Houston. (spoiler alert it's not).

Now on to the star of the show Jason Grace. Love him, amazing. But actually the whole point is we don't know anything about him because he doesn't know anything about himself. However. One important detail is that he is the most feral motherfucker you will ever have the pleasure of meeting. When he had his memories he kept most of it hidden away because that's not how a Praetor is supposed to act. But now that his memories are gone all bets are off. He's there because a goddess is messing with fate.

#piper mclean #heroes of olympus #rewrite #because it was fine but it could have been great #I did not realize how long this was getting #whoops #more to come #HOO found family AU #leo valdez #jason grace #feel free to add other ideas #we can do this together #canon failed us #percy jackon and the olympians

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luke-shywalker · 3 months ago

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What’s the worst Reylo take you’ve ever heard?

HOO BUDDY I GOT A LIST

No really. I can’t narrow it down to one so I’m just gonna list out my pet peeve Reylo takes.

Making pro-Reylo arguments from TFA like: - Kylo carried her bridal style - it was sexy when he locked her down in interrogation and told her “You know I can take whatever I want” - Rey was obviously initially attracted to him when he took off his mask

Painting Ben’s family (Han, Leia, Luke) as abusive/neglectful. To be clear—I AGREE that Ben FELT this way about his family, but I don’t think Ben was CORRECT. Though to give Reylos credit, this may be just that they’re taking the sequels at face value, instead of looking at the sequels as gross mischaracterizations of Han, Leia and Luke.

Reylo is LITERALLY Space Pride and Prejudice!!!!!!!1! Homie Darcy didn’t murder like a thousand people. I’m not one of those Kylo haters who think he’s a real person and you’re not allowed to like villains and I’m not even full anti-Reylo but. There are some pretty significant differences between Kylo and Darcy here LOL

Ben should have lived!! No. Ben Solo is a tragedy. Let him be a tragedy. Dude sacrificed his life to save Rey and save the galaxy, do you not find that beautiful?? This is what AUs are for stop saying he shouldn’t have died in the movie

And these aren’t really takes per se, but they drive me crazy about the Reylo fandom:

The Rian Johnson worship like…what

The Reylo-fication of everything Adam and Daisy ever do now in their acting careers like…what

THE FREAKING…REYLO-FANFICS-TURNED-NYT-BESTSELLERS SNHFJSJDBDJSKFJBFNDNDJDNNFND I’M INSANE (breathe…breathe…)

And to be fair, let’s balance it out with the BEST Reylo takes I’ve ever heard! (The list is shorter)

Ben and Rey get each other in a way that no one else will, both having orphan souls and a yearning to belong, to find their place—Rey with the family she’s never known, Ben away from the family that’s always defined him. Ben is drawn to Rey because she chooses the light when he was led astray by his dark nature, Rey is drawn to Ben because she knows the temptation to give into her anger and sees how she could have so easily become him.

Ben and Rey start with a platonic bond that becomes a romantic bond because of its intensity and their shared experiences/trauma-bonding when they fought the enemy together (I’m NOT saying that romantic bonds are stronger than platonic ones. Just that if Rey likes boys and Ben likes girls and they’re so deeply connected, it’s kinda. Probably just gonna happen.) None of this “love at first sight” crap.

Ben and Rey aren’t initially sexually attracted to each other. I don’t think they…THINK like that. They’ve spent most of their lives trying to survive (physically and emotionally), they’re both still carrying the wounds of their inner children, they both seem kinda guarded and closed off due to their experiences—I don’t think sex is on their minds. (This is my more intelligent way of saying “Ben and Rey are idiot virgins who don’t know what sex is”) Also it’s freaking HILARIOUS to imagine their first encounters (if that were to happen in an AU) being not all sexy like a 50 Shades Reylo fanfic but AWKWARD AS FRICK

I think basically I hate the really surface-level version of Reylo that is just based on the two of them being hot and wanting to screw and boohoo poor Ben Solo. (You know I’m insane about Ben Solo but I also know he did So Many Things Wrong.) But I’m down for enemies-to-friends/found family-to-lovers Reylo where their relationship develops gradually and is based on their shared experiences and deep understanding of one another.

Thanks for the ask!!

#ask #anti reylo reylo club #reyl0 #Ben and rey

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sarahowritesostucky · 10 months ago

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im craving some steve/bucky/reader!

will you ever add to Worth The Wait? pleeese??🌷or maybe write a mfm fic that's set in the mcu? I'm dying for a good stucky/reader endgame fix it, and you write the best m/f sex scenes! 😳

Hi! I will add to Worth the Wait, one day. I have a lot of rotating projects and I'll admit that one isn't at the top of the list.

And I was brainstorming some kind of Endgame fix-it fic idea with an ofc/reader x Stucky pairing, and here's what I came up with:

I wanted to write a fic with more canon elements of the MCU (as I realized that I write very few canon-set fics and almost exclusively AUs). I wanted to write an ofc/reader with a super unique backstory, and hoo-boy, did I ever! I took a lot of inspiration from the galaxy as depicted in the Guardians of the Galaxy movies. This fic will be posted as a one-shot fic, whenever I get around to writing it.

A Stucky x Reader fic, set in the MCU during and after the events of Endgame:

Reader is from another planet - yes, literally.

You're a refugee from a planet that didn't want you (The Sovereign--Aka "the gold people" from Guardians 2.)

Long story short, those people disdain sexual (aka uncontrolled) reproduction. Your Mother was banished for becoming naturally pregnant by an inferior genetic (a Xandarian)

You have mixed genes: slightly gold skin from your Sovereign genes, and blue eyes and brown hair from your Xandarian father. (And since the Sovereign control reproduction strictly, there are no other mixed race Sovereign people like you in existance)

You narrowly escape Thanos' destruction of Xandar, and wind up hitching a ride, post-blip, with Nebula and rocket on the Milano. They take you to Terra to meet their friends after completing one of their post-blip scouting missions.

There you meet Steve, a Terran, and the two of you become friends. He suggests that you consider staying, as you have no real homeworld. You accept.

Eventually, you develop romantic feelings for each other. You decide to be brave and you walk up to him one day, asking if he wants to mate.

"Uh ... do you mean date?" he stutters. Then when you repeat yourself, the two of you proceed to have a long conversation about male-female relationships in Terran culture.

There's a lot to learn about the differences between Terrans and your own kind. For instance: Terrans don't have genders! ("gender" means something completely different on Terra).

Steve has to learn all about what it means for him, as the boyfriend of an omega-gendered woman. (update: he's a fast learner😉)

Steve loves that you're omega. Your nesting and scenting and purring instincts always make him smile. He loves how submissive and touch-focused you are with him, that he can make you melt into a puddle just by gripping your neck.

And he loves your heats. He's fascinated by the way your body changes and the way you start behaving. You can tell it turns him on, to see you getting needy and aroused, and he is very good at helping you through your heat.

He doesn't have a knot, but aside from that part of anatomy, his genitals are a very pleasing size compared to the Xandarian males you've been with in the past. Plus: he has the serum, so he's able to keep pace with the demands of your heat!

When you were at the peak of your heat that first time, half-delirious and begging for a knot, Steve got creative and tried the only thing he could think of: his hand! (fun fact: it's bigger than a knot😉). You now joke that you're a "size queen" in every sense of the word

Your romance with Steve is going well, when Steve and the others figure out a way to potentially reverse the blip: time travel.

You're conflicted, because it's all very dangerous and you're scared of losing Steve and the family and home you've found on Terra. But you know they have to try.

It works. And after the final battle, after you've been scraped out of the wreckage and laid Tony Stark to rest, you finally get to meet the man you've heard so much about: Bucky Barnes.

You can see the change in Steve, with his best friend back. He's happier, lighter, his full self in a way he wasn't before.

Over the course of a few months, you become close friends with Bucky as well. You and Steve don't even have to have a discussion about where Bucky will be staying: It's with you.

The three of you decide to go to Wakanda for a time. You're excited because you hear that the African Terrans' culture is very different from the Terrans in New York.

In Wakanda, you grow even closer with Bucky, and you decide to bring up the idea of partnering with Bucky at dinner one night.

Bucky just about spits his mouthful of wine across the table.

Apparently, three-way relationships are not the norm in Terran culture. Bucky and Steve get very pink in the cheeks at first about it (something you've learned means they are aroused, embarrassed, or both).

Steve splutters and stumbles a lot, but once Bucky shrugs and suggests that the three of you spend a night in bed together, Steve gets very quiet and won't stop looking at Bucky for a long time. (You grin, because you think he looks at Bucky like he want to mate him😉)

Later, after the three of you spend your first (amazing) night together, Bucky privately explains to you that he and Steve have never been intimate before, and that back in "their time" two males weren't allowed to be together like that.

You're astounded by these things about Terran culture and history that you're constantly learning, but you have two very good teachers in your mates boyfriends Bucky and Steve.

Terrans can't bond, but they do hold ceremonies to commit to life partners. So, after a year of living in Wakanda together, you, Steve and Bucky decide to have a "wedding." You are mated married on the palace's grand terrace, under the Wakandan sunset.

That night, you consummate the marriage, and that's the first time that you take both Bucky and Steve inside of your body at the same time. (spoiler: it's amazing😉)

You've already told them about bonding. They don't have glands in their neck like you do, but they've agreed to honor your traditions as well, and they both bite you that night.

You thought it would be purely symbolic, since they're both Terran, but it turns out that Terrans do have pheromones to some degree, and so shockingly, you can feel a euphoric rush when it happens.

You experience that intense closeness and intimacy of a bond with them, and even though it's not the same for them, over time, both Bucky and Steve confide that they feel a change as well.

Maybe it's a bond, and maybe it isn't. Who knows? Who cares? It's love, of that much you're certain. And that's all you need to know.

Yeah, so. This'll get written somewhere down the line. Hope it wasn't too far out there for ya 😆

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clownprincessstudios · 11 months ago

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Woo hoo! Silly AU! Fun for the whole family! ... what about her eyes? It's merely a flesh wound! /J

So anyways this AU has had me in a chokehold I LOVE IT. so spooky. I'm glad to see the MLP creepypasta community coming back! Anyways I may or may not draw more for this AU? I found out that drawing gore is kinda a pain in the butt, but we'll see!

(Turn brightness up to see some of the background I did because the background is not just black!)

#my little pony #my little pony infection au #my little pony infection #mlp #mlp infection au #mlp infected au #my litte pony friendship is magic #my little pony fanart #creepypasta #my little pony creepypasta #mlp creepypasta #horror #horror art #maggots #cw: gore #rainbow dash #rainbow dash fanart #clown princess studios

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sotwk · 5 months ago

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As much as I would love to receive a (platonic) love letter from Boromir, I'm intrigued about the OC matchmaker game.

I will try to come up with at least 5 facts since I just created this OC... 2... 3 days ago? Completely by accident.

She is Boromir's second and youngest daughter (unless I decide in the future that he's a dad of 3 but for now she's the youngest) in my sequel fic to Garo Estel. Her name is Aerdis after her maternal grandmother (both sisters are named after their grandmas).

Whereas her older sister Finduilas "Fin" takes after Boromir in appearance and personality/temperament, Aerdis is more like their mom, Anael, and she has a closer relationship with her.

Aerdis is much more interested in learning about her Elven heritage and her mother's family than Fin, and she is also more studious of the two sisters, eager to learn the Elven tongues and read about the histories of the Eldar.

Aerdis is very introverted and usually tries to avoid drawing attention to herself at social events held in Minas Tirith.

She enjoys spending time outside, and when the weather is nice she can usually be found reading in the gardens of the family estate in Osgiliath (Osgiliath gets a major glow-up in my AU and Boromir receives it as his princedom just as Faramir does).

Unlike her sister, Aerdis has been to their mother's birthplace (Rivendell).

She plays the violin!

I was able to come up with things woo hoo!

I actually already have an OC husband for her (who now has a name as of last night), but I'm curious to see what you come up with! My fan cast for Aerdis is Selma Ergeç, specifically her role as Hatice Sultan from Magnificent Century.

Thank you for putting on this event and happy birthday month!

What a coincidence! Aerdis is the name of my AU's OC love interest for Boromir! XD Your Aerdis is gorgeous and sounds absolutely lovely. (I mean, Boromir's daughter with an elleth can't miss!)

Second child, introverted reader with musical talent, interested in history and languages, enjoys the outdoors. With her half-Elven heritage, I think she'd match well with the right ellon!

The SotWK Matchmaking Machine pairs Aerdis with:

Prince Turhir Thranduilion (SotWK OC)

Turhir is also a second child, and him being a renowned warrior and King's Champion would remind Aerdis of her father. Her gentle nature would be soothing for his soul (the violence that comes with his duties makes him a bit tortured), and they have a shared interest in reading and languages! Turhir has a long history of forming friendships with the race of Men (particularly the Northmen). He is familiar with the cultures, and speaks Mannish languages fluently.

I think listening to Aedris play her violin would be his most favorite thing.

Thank you for trusting me to match up your OC! :)

This OC Matchmaking game is part of SotWK's Summer Campfire Sleepover 2024. (Requests accepted only on July 11-15, 2024.)

#sotwk answers #ocs of friends #lotr #lord of the rings #sleepover #tolkien #SotWK Summer Campfire Sleepover 2024 #SotWK Matchmaking Machine #oc matchmaker game #turhir thranduilion #sotwk oc

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the-star-rigel · 5 months ago

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hey hi I would like to hear more about this 1945 au where Bianca joins Gaea and Kronos to avenge her mother's death (murder)

omg hi.

okay WATCH OUT. because I’ve thought wayyy too much about this au. short version: it combines the major pjo and hoo villains and stars Hazel and Bianca as protagonists. it’s abt grief, sanity, abandonment, and inevitability. all the characters are stuck in a world where they are incredibly powerless and they’re angry because they’re trying desperately to create some kind of agency for themselves.

long version: so basically it was inspired by a reread of son of Neptune, where I realized from Hazel’s memories just how watered down her character was in fanon. Hazel is certainly heroic, she’s brave, and occasionally kind, but she’s not the sweet innocent character a lot of people write her to be. She’s someone who’s deeply angry because of how much she was wronged - someone who was abandoned by essentially both of her parents and of course the justice of the underworld. So I initially thought about it as Hazel joining Gaea in Alaska. And I think it still works, but ultimately I do believe that Hazel would betray Gaea (as I said, she’s got a pretty solid moral compass). And then I realized she had someone that could be a perfect foil for her, and who had reasons to go against the Olympians.

That’s where Bianca comes in. Hazel, at this point allied with Gaea, gets both Bianca and Nico out of the Lotus Casino. The timeline is a little hazy (mainly working off of vibes and singular scenes 😔) but essentially Hazel flees from Gaea with both of her siblings. They try and cross the ocean to get to Europe in hopes of talking to the oracle of Delphi, because as kids from the 1940s they know nothing about the Greek/Roman gods, have no internet, and haven’t been found by CHB/CJ since they are busy with the war.

The trio gets separated with Nico and Hazel still on their way to Europe. In New York, Bianca remembers what happened to her mother. She goes to Kronos and tells him she is willing to help him in exchange for destroying the Olympians.

In Europe, Hazel and Nico essentially find other demigods on their way to Delphi. This team essentially consists of 1945 au’s the seven. There’s a German son of Zeus, Adar Anstand, a French daughter of Poseidon, Morgane Le Gall, an Italian son of Dionysus, Marco Veggere, and then people who I couldn’t find a name for (but I still love my children): a Scandinavian son of Apollo, and an Indian daughter of Demeter. They all have their own thing but I’ll keep it to one fun fact, which is that Marco doesn’t believe in the Greek gods at all. Incredibly, every time something magical happens, Marco isn’t in the picture so the belief gets stronger over time 😭

(more spoilers)

Hazel and Nico go back to New York to try and attempt to unite the Greek and Roman gods, which does work and help the seven minus those two defeat Gaea although they do all die. Sorry. Hazel and Nico also talk to Bianca on Olympus. Bianca ultimately makes the same choice Luke does (it’s very much a family Bianca you promised moment). sad. Sorry Bianca didn’t feature as much because in terms of the general timeline she’s just off w Kronos but she’s very important to the story, she’s the first character whose arc I really defined. You can go check my #1945 au if you’re curious for more of the vibes, bc I’ve tagged a bunch of web weavings that I feel match them. I’ve also got some about Adar and Marco I think?

#1945 au #asks #my little guys :( they’re so doomed

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