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vamphrrr · 10 months ago

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Hi!! i loved your tough love fanfic of clarisse! so i decided to ask if you can make a clarisse la rue , (aphrodite child) reader, but she’s not some normal teenager… she’s a princess if you get what im saying??? lets say that aphrodite dated a princess and had a child with him before she left, and so that’s where reader grew up, no one knew that the reader was a princess u til she told clarisse, she was really worried clarisse was gonna hate her but clarisse is like “Woah me mad at you? no way” and clarisse supports her! (Including some kissing, flirting, it would be super nice if the reader was shorter the clarisse probably up to her chest like in the tough love fanfic!)

notes ; omgggg this is so cute!! i’m so glad u liked my last fic i was nervous about posting 😭. also i’ll be making clarisse call reader princess too now knowing SHE IS ONE! they’re already dating in this. i used the same banner bc i’m too lazy to create new ones based on plot LMAO. i wrote this so soon but sometimes if anyone requests it might take me a couple of days bc of school and stuff! think i went a little overboard with this one. i should probably start counting how much i write lol.

%% are you mad?

in which your super attractive girlfriend finds out the secret you’ve been hiding from her for so long. also, she accidentally meets your dad.

— clarisse la rue x f!aphrodite!reader

warnings ; reader has doubts, tall & buff clarisse / short reader (again), flirty!clarisse flirty!clarisse, a little angst?, kissing, two swear words, flustered reader (oh how the turned tables), ooc clarisse? (i’m never sure if i write her right), one suggestive thought in the first paragraph (nothing happened tho!). a little too much background i think… too much father, did my daddy issues come out? made reader’s dad a king bc plot reasons, maybe more emotional than requested srry😭

You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Sneaking off from your girlfriend’s warm bed in the middle of the night. For a minute, you wondered how’d that look to anyone watching. A girl hastily running from a cabin that she very obviously did not belong in, a long shirt —it was Clarisse’s— accompanied by small shorts, (which were not visible might you add). Oh and how could you forget, you were barefoot. Who’s bright idea was that? Oh, yeah, yours. Why?

Gods were you cold. Should’ve brought a jacket, you thought.

The bottom of your feet hurt, stepping on rocks and sticks and who knows what else would do that to you. Next time, you would definitely bring hiking boots or something. And a jacket. In the forest, you were far away from anybody that might disturb you. Pulling Clarisse’s shirt up until your shorts were visible, you dug your hand inside the pocket, meeting with a drachma. You approached the round well, splashing water mist being met with sunlight from below, creating a rainbow.

How? It was the middle of the night. Why was the sun inside? You decided not to think about it.

This well was old, dirty from not being used much. See, not many people knew about it. Apparently, it was for those that needed to talk to somebody reallyyyy privately, that’s why it was hidden in the forest, only appearing at night. You weren’t sure how that worked, but you stumbled upon it a couple of years back when you were being chased by wood nymphs for being out at night. They found you, obviously. Punishment was not escapable and you ended up having to clean the stables the day after you got your nails done. Yuck.

Now here you were again, this being the only place where you could speak to your father without anyone finding you. It’s not that you were embarrassed of him per say, it was that you really didn’t want anyone to know that you were a royal. I mean, how ironic was that? A daughter of Aphrodite, a Princess? Forget it. You’d get made fun of for the rest of your life. You especially didn’t want Clarisse to know. She was your girlfriend yes, and this was something very important that you needed to tell her about, but you weren’t sure how’d she react. You knew she wouldn’t make fun of you like others would, but you didn’t know if dating a literal Princess was too much of a deal breaker for her.

Being with a royal was too stressful, there was so much that they’d get criticized for and so little people that they’d be accepted by. Your dad was a King with many past lovers, Aphrodite included. The people loved her, I mean, who wouldn’t? But then she was gone, disappearing the same night she gave birth to you. Your dad knew of her, of this. He knew she’d be gone by the time the sun rose. Yet, he did nothing. Who was he, than just a mortal man? He could not stop a goddess from leaving.

He got with others after that, your dad had a lot of love to give. Maybe that was something that attracted your mother to him. Public lovers were not taken well, the people respected the King, sure, they just didn’t respect his partners. Constant judging, constant eyes following their every move, constant hatred being thrown, constant stress on their shoulders. In the end, they could never take it. Running away or completely disappearing seemed to be something they all had in common. Your father had to give up on love, small secret romances blossomed for a while, but never enough for it to go public.

That is why you were so scared to tell Clarisse of your status. She was smart, she’d realize being with you would not be worth the hassle. She’d leave you just like everyone else left your father. Clarisse was the love of your life, you don’t think you’d be able to handle it if she left.

You threw the drachma in, calling for the rainbow goddess to let you see your father.

“Dad,” you said, once the back of his head was visible.

He jumped, turning around. “Oh! My dearest daughter, you scared me.” He laughed a bit, looking at you with such soft eyes it almost made you cry. “Why are you Iris messaging me at this hour? Isn’t it time for you to be resting?”

You swallowed, a sudden knot appearing in your throat. “I just needed someone to talk to.” Playing with the ring around your finger that Clarisse gave you for your one year anniversary, you choked out. “I have this amazing girlfriend, she’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me here at camp and—” You stopped talking, taking a small breath, not noticing the familiar figure of Clarisse standing a couple of feet behind you. “—and I’m scared to tell her that I’m not who she thinks I am. That I’m not this girl that just so happens to be a daughter of Aphrodite. I love her so much and I want to tell her about you. I want to bring her to you in person because I want the two people I love the most to meet. But how do I do that when I haven’t even told her I’m a Princess and that the only way you two could meet is if I took her to our royal palace?”

Your father widened his eyes, not expecting his little girl to burst out her feelings just like that. He sighed, glancing behind your shoulder. “If this girl you love so much really loves you like you do her, she wouldn’t care about your status.” Staring at who he assumed was your girlfriend behind you, he continued. “She wouldn’t care that you hid this from her. Instead, she’d try to see it from your point of view.” Moving his eyes away from Clarisse, he looked at you, eyes squinting in light mischief. “You should tell her, she’ll understand. I love you.” Is all he said, before he was gone.

You’re left staring at a rainbow, your dad nowhere in sight. Suddenly, a branch broke from behind you. Turning around quickly, heart beating rapidly, you’re met with the eyes of your girlfriend. You immediately let out a gasp, not knowing she was there.

Clarisse speaks up. “You’re a Princess?”

You felt your mouth dry up. With wide eyes, you respond. “Please don’t hate me! I didn’t know how to tell you!” Walking closer to her, you reached your hands out, grabbing one of her own with both of yours. “Please, you have to understand. I didn’t want this to ruin us.”

She stayed silent.

Silence was haunting, especially coming from Clarisse, someone who was always provoking people and boasting loudly everywhere. You gulped, with lips shaking you asked, “A-are you mad?”

She lets out a huff. Was something funny? Was she annoyed? Angry? Did she not care at all? Those were the questions running through your mind. You’d find out the answers soon enough.

“Woah,” she shook her head, letting you see the slight amused smile on her face. “Me? Mad at you? No fucking way.” She reached her free hand towards your face, moving away the strand of hair that fell slightly over your eye. “It just… surprised me s’ all.”

You let out a breath, relaxing and putting your head against her chest. “Thank the gods, I thought you were going to break up with me or something.”

Reaching out again, she placed her forefinger below your chin, raising your head to meet her eyes. “How could I ever break up with someone so beautiful?” She leaned down, your lips grazing against each other’s. “Why would I leave when I can now be your knight in shining armor?” Closing the distance, your eyes fluttered shut. Butterflies were in your stomach just like the first time you two ever kissed. Without your lips separating, she put one arm around your waist, the other grabbing below your thighs, hoisting you up.

“Ah!” you screamed, separating your lips, not expecting it.

Clarisse smirked, seeing you get flustered. “You don’t have any shoes on.” You pouted, putting your arms around her neck so you wouldn’t fall while she walked back (not that she would let you fall off in the first place). “Didn’t think I’d notice, did you, princess?” Teasingly, she used the pet name, now knowing how much truth was behind it.

You whined, pressing your face against her neck. “You’re so unfair. I’m supposed to be the one flustering you.”

“Awe, the princess is mad,” she cooed, letting her lips touch the tip of your ear. “You want me to get on one knee and apologize?”

Clarisse laughed when you let out a loud groan, hitting her lightly on the chest. Smiling, she knew the only way she’d ever leave you was if she was six feet under. And even then, she’d find a way to get back to the land of the living just to be by your side.

The only things heard in the dead of night were the grasshoppers, chirping their little melodies into the darkness. That was until you muttered sleepily, letting out a yawn. “I love you.”

Clarisse repeated after you. “I love you.” Feeling your eyes fluttered close, she followed it with an almost silent “goodnight.”

Now that you were asleep, she felt panic slowly rise, steps quickening to reach the Ares cabin faster. She could only think about two things now.

Holy shit, she’s a Princess. Oh my gods, I met her dad.

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enjolraspermettendo · 6 months ago

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Les Miserables Fanfic recs✨️

I tried to make a selection, my absolute favourites have a heart next to them ❤️, but my les mis fics bookmarks have 17 pages, so you know, there are still other amazing fics that i didn't include (part 2 maybe?). I also realised while making this list that most of these fics are actually very well known, but still, they're great 🤷‍♀️ I'm an angst enthusiast, be warned.

( I'm trying to also tag the tumblr accounts of the authors: if you are one of the authors and I missed your url and want me to add you or if you want me to remove you dont hesitate to contact me! )

❤️ World Aint Ready by idiopathicsmile @idiopathicsmile

Enjolras presses his lips together. He already looks pained, and Grantaire hasn't even opened his mouth yet. That's got to be a record, even for them.

"I need a favor," he says at last.

"With what?" says Grantaire. "Ooh, are you forming a cult? Can I join? I'd be awesome at cults, I just know it." He ticks off his qualifications on his fingers. "I love chanting, I look great in robes—"

(High school AU. Grantaire the disaffected stoner is pulled into a cause bigger than himself. Or: in which there are pretend boyfriends for great justice.)

Part 1 of World Aint Ready-verse

To Fold the Sheet by Lyres

“Can you say one good thing about the season?”

Holding out his soap-sud covered hands until Grantaire tosses a towel on top of them, Enjolras hums in thought. “Not really,” he says, once he's dried off. “Just don't have a lot of happy memories of summer, I suppose.”

(In which Grantaire attempts to make Happy Summer Memories, and Enjolras is endlessly patient.)

History of Melancholia by Squash (JeSuisGourde) @meta-squash

Grantaire deals with his depression by documenting it through photography as he and Enjolras try to wade through life with mental illness. It doesn't make it any easier for him or Enjolras, though. It's the blind leading the blind as they try to navigate the waters of depression.

A series of moments in no particular order, showing the paths that Grantaire's depression and addiction has taken him on and the ways he has tried to survive.

Submission (Going Down, Down) by ddeadkennedys

anyway, enjolras hated grantaire at first. enjolras isn't an asshole, he's not a gatekeeper or some sort of shitty elitist, but grantaire was uninspired, hopeless despite all that potential. a waste. but then that whole thing went down, and shit changed, and if grantaire thought he couldn't get enough of enjolras' attention before, now that enj is only mean to him for fun he's a fucking junkie for it.

Part 1 of the revolution is my boyfriend

Keep It Kind, Keep It Good, Keep It Right by lady_ragnell @theladyragnell

“You aren’t going to ask me if I’m okay?”

“You aren’t. Believe me, I know the signs.” Grantaire sighs, and his breath mists in the air like cigarette smoke. “They love you in there.”

“And out here?”

“You know that’s not a fair question.”

Forget Me Not by Opium_du_Peuple @just-french-me-up

Enjolras loses four years worth of memories after a nasty car accident. Though he still remembers who Combeferre and Courfeyrac are, he also finds himself with a herd of friends he doesn't remember meeting. Friends who are exactly what his blank mind needs to recollect his missing memories.

or : the amnesia fic no one asked for.

i'm not the moon (i'm not even a star) by serinesaccade @serinesaccade

“The amnesiac has questions,” says Grantaire. Boyfriend grips the wheel. “Don’t worry, we’ll start with the 200 dollar Jeopardy trivia.” A semi roars past them. “What’s your name?” The perfect sinew and bones of his fingers relax. “Oh,” he murmurs. Just like that, defenses lowered. “Enjolras.” “Cool,” Grantaire says. “I’m Grantaire.” Something happens to Enjolras’ face which, if you zoomed in, might be considered a smile. “I know.” “How long have we been dating, Enjolras?” The almost-smile is gone. The gameshow metaphor has become too apt; someone’s lost it all. “That’s complicated.” Well. Grantaire should’ve known some part of this fairytale was too good to be true. He’s best friends with a streetsmart renegade and someone who wrote him a welcome-back-to-consciousness poem in godawful blue icing on an orange frosted cookie cake. There are nearly ten people who were waiting for him to wake up in a hospital room. Of course his inexplicable relationship with his supernova hot, socially conscientious boyfriend is ‘complicated.’

thirteen days and fourteen hours and a dozen minutes by Potoo

"Enjolras,” Grantaire gasps as delicate fingers brush over his chest, an airy quality to them, “what do you want?” Because Grantaire would serve him the whole world on a silver platter, and it would never be enough.

“You,” Enjolras states, his voice clear and severe, “I want you.”

Enjolras discovers one by one what his friends think about Grantaire. He is rather surprised by their words.

Also: body worship porn.

Metropolitan Art by ryssabeth @avagueambitioninyourerection

Paris is his home.

❤️ Wrap your fingers round my thumb by Ibbyliv

When Éponine leaves in the morning, he’s already feeling much better. No really, he is. He makes a cup of coffee and even showers. The sun is shining brightly –even though it’s mostly late in the afternoon than morning but he has no one to apologize to, no reason to excuse himself for being a lazy ass and not finishing that painting for ages- and he’s humming a catchy tune that has been stuck in his head while he wipes his hair dry with a towel. He opens the door because he feels good enough to take the trash out, and everything’s alright, even the odor coming from the plastic bag, until he hears it.

It’s a cry, a wail, desperate and heartbreaking as if something tiny is trying to cause its lungs to explode and is on its way to success. Grantaire looks around, not willing to accept what he feels coming, before lowering his eyes on the floor. In this moment, Grantaire swears, he's so fucking wasted. * Enjolras leaves to work abroad for a year. When he returns, he finds out that there has been a new addition to their group.

A Series of Progressions by AnnaBolena @annabrolena

Modern AU in Paris in which most of Les Amis are students and all of them are sort of slow on the getting together aspect of relationships, with sociopolitical commentary and medical jabber peppered in between.

how sweet and lovely dost thou make the shame by Tegami @furtherfish

He could have shrugged and that would have been it. Say that he just found it precious. But Grantaire was Grantaire and he never could keep himself from oversharing and he was already dizzy with the way this night was going, so he told the truth. “The first thought I had when I read that poem was ‘If someone would ever call me “sweet boy” and mean it, I would probably pass out.’” OR: E & R are being ""casual"". Grantaire attempts to break some of their habits. Enjolras reads some angsty notes R left in his copy of Shakespeare's sonnets. Then they fuck

❤️ Hotel California by sunflowerbright

'You can check out, but you can never leave' - Reincarnation!AU

❤️ Paris Burning by thecitysmith @thecitysmith

In a world where cities are personified, the City of Paris has been missing for centuries, driven away by the horrors of war and the worst humanity has offered him. Enjolras dreams of meeting Paris, and leading him to a better tomorrow. What he doesn't know is that Paris is now a cynical drunk who calls himself Grantaire.

❤️ Thirty-Two Times by Ark @et-in-arkadia

Marius, looking chastised but sad, says, “Is there nothing then for romance, Enjolras? It seems a strange emotion to be struck with, distracting as a fever, if it means nothing.” It is Grantaire who answers first. “Nothing means anything, Marius,” says the cynic. “Yet who would ever die for his country if he did not love some person who lived within it?”

❤️ Once We're Kings by raeldaza

Their kingdoms have been at odds for centuries, so what will be a greater 'fuck you' than to send hapless knight Grantaire as their representative for Prince Enjolras's queen choosing ceremony before he is crowned King? Grantaire disagrees, but he doesn't seem to get much of a say in the matter. No one is really expecting anything to come of it, but trust Enjolras to defy expectations.

❤️ Your Heart on Your Skin by zade @racetrackthehiggins

Grantaire’s first flower appears when he is two years old. It’s late, for a First Bloom, considering some children are born with their First already etched above their hearts, but Grantaire’s parents are warm and loving and wait to see what sort of child they have born unto the world. His First Bloom, when it comes, is vibrant patch of yellow carnations. He is too young to know what it means, and his parents don’t tell him, just—withdraw, and a much smaller patch of yellow carnations appears on his mother’s ankle. -- Soulmate AU where things in your life appear as flowers on your skin, and people with hard lives have a lot of flowers to show for it

Tetris by chapstickaddict

Cosette is Enjolras' half-sister. His father slept with Fantine and then buggered off to be with his wife. Then Enjolras found out. One day he sees her- and he knows its her- and doesn't know what to do. Enjolras is Cosette's half-brother. Her mother slept with a married man and died of a broken heart and weary soul. Then Cosette found out. One day, she finds him-and she knows its him- and doesn't know what to do. Then Marius happened...

Silence Is the Speech of Love by lady_ragnell @theladyragnell

Grantaire's life has a pattern: he pays his respects to Aphrodite, he goes to work, he loves Enjolras and provokes him because he can't bring himself to do otherwise. That seems unlikely to change, at least until Enjolras speaks out against the gods and ends up cursed. Grantaire does his best to help him, but it turns out it's just as hard to love Enjolras up close as it is from afar.

Part 1 of The Speech of Love

❤️ I Believe In Nothing but the Truth and Who We Are by Whreflections

"Under the wine, Grantaire smelled like smoke and summer nights. His dark hair curled in a chaotic mess around his face, his neck below pale and soft. The first time they met, the first time he drew the scent into his lungs, he ached with the need to mark that stretch of skin, to card his fingers through Grantaire’s hair so very gently before tilting his head back so Enjolras might mark his bared throat and make his claim. He resisted then, telling himself that to act on instinct alone was the arena of an animal; he was a man of intellect, and he could choose." As an alpha, Enjolras has known Grantaire to be his mate since he first came to the Musain, a truth he does his best to bury. With his devotion already promised to France, he tells himself he cannot risk dividing his loyalties, cannot risk a bond that would pull so heavy on his heart. This is what he's told himself a thousand times, but when Grantaire needs him, his careful resolutions may not be able to hold against the strain.

His Love Letter by ShitpostingfromtheBarricade @shitpostingfromthebarricade

Your Wednesday regular appears right on time and orders the same thing as he does every week, but something's different today.

❤️ Here's looking at you by illuminate

“So domestic trouble rather than treason?” Floreal said. “I’m not saying one precludes the other.” Enjolras said, which came out more pained than he had intended. “Are you suggesting Grantaire sold national secrets to a crime lord because you were a bad boyfriend?” Floreal asked. Her tone was bemused, but there was a glint in her eye that turned the comment into mockery. “No.” Enjolras snapped, stung, and then didn’t say more. Spy AU. Grantaire removes his tracker and disappears the same night Lamarque is killed in his office. Enjolras is left behind, trying to figure out what happened and why Grantaire didn't tell him anything.

❤️ Meanwhile, A Glacier by standalone

“I’ll go.” He says it without brashness or deference. Just a statement. “Where?” “You want to climb the Forty,” he says, and Enjolras can’t deny it. “I’ll go with you.”

❤️ It's Not the Same Anymore by ShameDumpster @shamedumpster

Grantaire is a bookstore clerk in his late twenties, and to everyone’s eternal disbelief, a father. It’s been years since he’s seen anyone from his former group of friends, after a falling out cleaved him from the ABC, but everything changes when Enjolras walks into his bookstore. Can they rekindle their friendship, or something more, while they both come to terms with how their lives have changed over the past decade?

Part 1 of INtSA-verse

❤️ Combeferre's Tattoos by standalone

Enjolras clunked down three lowball glasses of whiskey and a bottle of soda water. “We have already established, ‘Ferre, his freedom to leave us. Can you please stop bringing it up and instead give him some incentive to stay?” Combeferre cocked his head to the side, as if amused at Enjolras’s crankiness. “Such as?” “He seemed to like you shirtless.” ‘Ferre nodded. “Then perhaps someone should take my shirt off.” or When the universe gives you Enjolras and Combeferre, who the hell are you to ask questions?

Part 1 of Tattoos AU

❤️ In Defiance of all Geometry by idiopathicsmile @idiopathicsmile

Amis House might not be the biggest student co-op, or the fanciest, but it's got something all its own. Specifically, smoke damage on the kitchen ceiling from that time Courfeyrac lit a political pamphlet on fire. In which there are secrets, pining, pancakes, and revelations, and sometimes the shortest distance between three points is not a triangle but a circle.

Part 1 of IDOAG-verse

❤️ We still got time (Raise your hopeful voice) by RavenXavier

“Excuse-you!” came Grantaire’s offended voice from the other side of the room. “I would make an excellent wife, Monsieur Lesgle, should I choose to! I have all the qualities of one!" (In which Enjolras slowly falls in love, and Grantaire takes the time to explore what feels right.)

Musagetes by defractum @defractum

"You've had sex," says Grantaire, just to clarify. He gives Enjolras an obvious look up and down, as if he's trying to imagine it right now: Enjolras having sex, Enjolras in the act of having sex. The curve of his mouth gives away his smirk; it's Grantaire though, so his smirk is two-thirds mocking and one-third self-deprecating. In which Enjolras has sex, has casual sex, and doesn't talk about it; in which Grantaire speaks better through art.

❤️ Through the Narrow Place by revolutionbarbie

“What brought you to Paris?” Montparnasse asked. “A train, ostensibly. And a bus.” Grantaire leaves Poland for Paris, content to remain alone forever if it means that he'll be safe. He goes to work and he comes home and he doesn't think about how few people there would be to miss him should he disappear. When he meets the Friends who gather and plot at the Cafe Musain, he realises how much he has been missing and though their leader is reckless and arrogant, Grantaire can't help but be drawn to him.

❤️ A Thousand Miles by kjack89 @kjack89

Some couples had a morning breakfast routine. For Enjolras and Grantaire, it was coffee. Come rain, shine, or hectic schedules, they still made time every morning to have a cup of coffee together. Sometimes that time saw Grantaire perching on the counter in the bathroom while Enjolras gulped his cup in the shower; other times, it was the two of them in bed long past when they were supposed to get up, wrapped in blankets and each other. Some days those precious few minutes were the only time they saw each other, and they treasured it. Even when Enjolras was out of town on business, they called or Facetimed each other to share their morning cup of coffee. It was the one consistency in their lives that Grantaire could count on.

❤️ Hēbē by illuminate

“You cannot feed on a citizen without their consent, because that would be an attack on their person - and their Rights, I am sure. But you cannot risk revealing your nature and so you cannot ask for permission. Luckily, you have me, who am already aware and quite willing.” The chair screeches loudly as Enjolras pushes himself away from the table. ”Come now, Apollo, let me be your cupbearer.” Grantaire implores; his tone somewhere between teasing and honest. “No, we are not doing that.” Enjolras growls. (In short: Enjolras has trouble feeding himself, because he is too busy planning the revolution. Grantaire finds out and is more than willing to help.)

Part 1 of cupbearer

Enjolras looks down at where Grantaire’s hand holds the pack against him and doesn’t bother to take hold. “If you were Combeferre,” he says, “this would be the part where you tell me these things will kill me.” “If I were Combeferre, I’d be inside and you’d be bothering someone else,” Grantaire snaps. He snatches the pack of cigarettes back and extracts one, leaving just two inside. It is with sharp, savage movements that he jabs it into his mouth, lights it with the silver Zippo, and then offers it to Enjolras.

love is in the air, i just gotta figure out a window to break out by tamquams

#les miserables #les mis #grantaire #enjolras #combeferre #bahorel #courfeyrac #joly #feuilly #marius pontmercy #cosette #eponine #bossuet #gavroche #jehan #fanfictions #fanfic

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veren-cos · 6 months ago

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Alex (sdv) x gn!reader

Alex giving reader his jacket because they are cold and damp

Inspired by a request! (Acc mentioned in comments because Tumblr is deciding not to work with me rn)

The day started out perfect! You woke up, the sprinklers had already watered the crops, you fed the animals, and gathered the crops. All by 9am might you add! Now the only thing left on the agenda was to go on a date with your cute boyfriend!

Alex decided it would be a great idea to do all of the planning, so you had no idea what you were doing with your day. You just hoped it would be inside as it was a bit chilly, and looked like it was going to rain.

*knock knock knock*

You opened your door to see Alex stranded with a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. "Hey babe!" He shot you a smile, "you ready?" And of course you were! You wore your cleanest clothes in preparation, but even then they were still a little worn from the farm.

Once you put the flowers into a vase, he slipped his hand into yours and led you across the town. You passed by Sam, and Evelyn, and Jodi on the way to whoever knows where. They all either gave polite smiles or waved. Everyone knows you and Alex were going out now, and they were all SO happy for you.

Eventually, you arrived at the town Library! Alex took your other hand, "Today, we are going to pick out a book for the other to read! I want to know what kind of things you like, or at least, more than I already do."

Oh my gosh it was so cute!! You wandered off near the back to stay out of Gunthers way. He helped you reach things on the top shelves. Not even because you couldn't reach, it was just because he wanted to prove he was tall-

The two of you each grabbed your favorite book for the other to read. The cover of yours was super pretty, so Alex was already pumped to read it.

"Now onto phase 2!" He exclaimed

You laughed, "There are phases in this date? And here I thought you were making things up on the spot." He led you back to his place where he grabbed a large wicker basket. He then proceeded to take you by the arm and lead you to a large tree.

He took out a blanket and laid it by the base of the tree, "ta dah! A perfect picnic, just for you." He began to bring out cookies and bottled drinks and just all your favorite snacks.

"Oh my goodness, Alex, you shouldn't have! This is so sweet!" Everyday he surprised you. He was always extremely considerate, and remembered all the tiny details about you. He loved to spend time with you and make you feel loved.

The two of you ate and chatted when the clouds started looking dimmer and dimmer. "Alex, babe. Do you think we should pack up?" He looked up at what you were seeing.

"Uhhh it should be fine?" But then it started to sprinkle. He grumbled a bit, "mmm a little mist is fine, right?" He went to look at you when suddenly it started downpouring.

"Shit shit! Babe get up I'm taking you home right now." He shoved everything into the basket and started running, leaving you baffled and catching up to him.

"Babe wait up!" When you finally caught up to him, he shoved everything into your hands.

"Alex!!" You laughed as you sprinted towards the farm, "what are you doing??" He was ripping off his jacket, but failing to multitask and nearly tripped while he ran.

"You wore short sleeves! And this rain is making it cold!!"

"I'm more worried about you getting wet!" He succeeded in getting his jacket off of him and started running next to you. He held the jacket directly above both of your heads, but both of your shoulders were still getting soaked.

You quickly arrived on your porch. You fumbled with your keys, and finally finally got the right one. You shoved the door open and you both nearly tumbled into the house.

"Oh my Yoba I haven't run that fast in my whole life."

"I have run that fast since high school!" Alex started laughing, "Oh that was fun!! Here." He wrapped the jacket around your shoulders and grabbed everything from your hands.

The blanket barely fit back into the basket with no folding, so Alex began wringing it out above the sink. You spoke, "I take it you didn't look at the weather yesterday?"

He paused, "..no.." It was so quiet, but when it registered you cracked up.

"Oh that is so like you!!" The look of your hair drenched, laughing, and with his jacket on made you-

"So beautiful" He caught you off guard.

"I'm sorry?"

Alex started to blush. "That was meant to be an inside thought!!" But he laughed it off a bit, "you're beautiful. You should keep that on."

"Oh this?" You actually slipped it on and gave him a little spin, "yeah, I think it suits me!" It wasn't exactly your size, but it was cute!

"It really does." The two of you continued trying to dry everything. It was a comfortable silence with him. "Can I stay over tonight?"

You snorted, "you thought I was going to kick you out into this weather? Alex, you know me better than that. Of course you can stay!" You jabbed him with your elbow.

He called Evelyn, just letting her know where he would be. She gave him an earful about watching the weather, but she was glad to know he got inside safe.

The two of you ended up watching movies in bed until you fell asleep, you wrapped in his arms, and in his jacket.

Masterlist

#sdv #sdv alex #sdv alex x farmer #sdv alex x reader #stardew alex #alex x reader #alex #sdv x reader #stardew valley #fluff

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writing-for-life · 3 months ago

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Sandman Predictions

So we’ve been speculating wildly what the remainder of The Sandman might look like on here and in our community (join us!) for a while.

And I thought it would be fun to put my predictions to paper (so to speak) so I can be embarrassed about them later and laugh at how wrong they were 🙈

Taking all the casting announcements and BTS in consideration I’ve collected like a magpie (check out my #sandman S2 tag), I will have a stab at it…

Only 12 Episodes or Aiming for Renewal?

Both is possible, but I am more and more leaning we’ll get the whole thing in twelve episodes in two batches of five each with two wraparound episodes (one will be AGoY/THCoL in the middle, one the last three issues of The Wake).

We know the episode names for six episodes that are directed by Jamie Childs. That doesn’t mean they were in order, or that there won’t be other directors involved. It wouldn’t surprise me if they at least went for female writers/directors for AGoY/THCoL, and if that’ll be the episode that separates (or rather connects) SoM and Brief Lives. So here comes my totally unhinged prediction for 12 episodes, including the titles we know (mind you, they might also be working titles). The chapters from the comics are to be seen as fluid and not absolute, because there are a lot of scenes that are not linear in chronological terms and will probably be shuffled around a bit:

Batch One

“More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold” (that title is a direct quote from AMND): A Midsummer Night’s Dream, SoM Prologue & Tales in the Sand flashback

“Season of Mists”: SoM ch. 1-3, ch. 4 is getting dropped

“The Ruler of Hell”: SoM ch. 5 through Epilogue

TBA: AGoY & THCoL “Brief Lives”: Thermidor and Brief Lives ch. 1-3

“Brief Lives”: Brief Lives ch. 1-5 “The Song of Orpheus”: Brief Lives ch. 4-6 and The Song of Orpheus segueing into

“The Song of Orpheus”: Brief Lives ch. 6. Bast is an excellent cut to SoO. Thermidor will also be in there. “Family Blood”: Brief Lives ch. 7-9

Batch Two

“Family Blood”: Brief Lives ch. 7-9 TBA: TKO ch. 1-4

TBA: TKO ch. 1-4 TBA: TKO ch. 5-7

TBA: TKO ch. 5-8 TBA: TKO ch. 8-10

TBA: TKO ch. 11-13

TBA: The Wake (all of it apart from…)

TBA: Sunday Mourning/Exiles/The Tempest

Edit 19/09:

[strikeouts in text done on same day]

So I’ve read The High Cost of Living again over the past few days because it didn’t want to leave me alone, and I’ve now convinced myself we’ll get it as a side-plot to Brief Lives in episodes 4-6, and that we’ll get tiny bits of AGoY, (mostly to set up Wanda/Ruby for Brief Lives and Hazel/Foxglove for THCoL) as a side plot to SoM in episodes 1-3. Spoilers ahead, so skip if that’s not your thing:

Both Sexton and Orpheus have a death wish. I don’t want to drag this out too much because the post is long enough as it is, but suffice it to say, Sexton rethinks after spending a day with Didi/Death, while Orpheus is granted his wish. And this is what ultimately sets Morpheus on his own path. The meaning of “So live” would be beautifully contrasted that way because it has different meaning to different people, depending on their own experience. Add to that Death spending a “brief life” for one day herself, and I can somewhat see the vision.

Failing this, THCoL could also be a special in episode 13 that hasn’t been announced yet (I’d rather have Overture though if I’m honest).

In more detail:

A Midsummer Night’s Dream and The Tempest will be bookends, one before SoM, one after The Wake (they don’t necessarily have to be full episodes, they could be half each and make up roughly an hour combined. It really depends on overall runtime).

We’ll kick off batch one with Season of Mists (maybe the prologue and will also be in episode 1–there are several points in AMND that would make good cuts into SoM), and Tales in the Sand won’t be a full episode but incorporated as flashbacks (maybe around the family dinner). After we conclude SoM, we’ll get one episode of AGoY will be a side-plot to SoM, as per above (if it happens at all), and leads into THCoL as a side-plot to Brief Lives as per my edit above, because there’s a through-line in there for Fox and Hazel, plus we can set up Wanda/Ruby for Brief Lives.

Bonus 1:

Johanna will be somehow involved in SoM (she’s the Hellblazer after all), and we’ll get her to hook up with Murphy. No need for a longwinded introduction of Thessaly. Or, failing that, we just cut out the love interest completely, Morpheus does his moping session because Nada rebuffs him again, but Jo will still take Thessaly’s place as the crone.

We’ll move into roughly three episodes of Song of Orpheus/Thermidor and Brief Lives from there. Wanda will die in Brief Lives like Ruby, not in AGoY.

We finish the first batch with Morpheus alone on his chair after you-know-what 😩

Second batch: TKO and The Wake. Little bits of World’s End will be woven in where it fits, maybe already in the first batch as well. Same goes for little bits of standalone issues from Fables and Reflections.

Jo will take Thessaly’s place and protect Lyta because she’d just believe it’s the right thing to do (she also sympathises because she lost Astra). Whether she also holds a deeper grudge depends on if they set them up as having an affair or not.

My guess is four episodes TKO and one for the Wake. Sunday Mourning and Exiles will be done in one episode. The movie concept art that Jill Thompson did ages ago showed Daniel in the distance on the beach with the other three, and I think that’s a good tie-in point to lead into Exiles. Even the Tempest might fit in there if they make the last episode more feature-length. And you’ve got your two Shakespeare bookends.

Bonus 2:

Hob will be reinstalled to his narrative purpose because at least half the fandom will drop him like a hot potato and ship Morpheus x Cluracan instead. Because:

If you think 12 episodes are tight: Yes, if you want to see every detail and issue of the comics. But not everything you see in a graphic novel translates well to screen, plus you don’t perceive time the same way. What takes ages to read can be something like 30 seconds in a film. Add to this that the movie that never happened was conceptualised as a trilogy if I’m not mistaken, so probably 6-8 hours planned runtime in total. So they always had a definite idea how to streamline it, and they were planning for it before. 12 episodes with 45 to 60min each give us more to play with than a movie-trilogy (plus we can already take the time off that we spent on S1). I think it’s doable, but of course it means tightening arcs and dropping stuff.

However, I’ll be honest with you: With all that’s been going on, and having seen that they filmed right through until the end, I’d rather have them wrap up now. Because I honestly can’t see a S3 happening after all that’s already been cancelled and put on hold because of you-know-what (I’m thinking of Disney shelving The Graveyard Book and Amazon putting GO on hold and sitting on the Audible despite it being finished).

But also: These decisions have likely been made long before these considerations even became an issue: Renewal was on a knife’s edge, and choices were made back then we can only guess at. Scripts aren’t written over night, neither are sets changed around wildly on a whim (plus actors aren’t just tied to one project and can’t just willy-nilly change their schedules). And some sets for TKO were already confirmed and booked in May. So they were always going to do what we’ve seen in BTS shots. It’s not a sudden development.

In any case: If they aimed for more seasons than two, I think this prediction could still hold in general, we’ll just get it more fleshed out. In that case, I’d say 10 episodes of SoM and Brief Lives (5 each), and A Midsummer Night’s Dream and THCoL as standalones with the rest as side-plots woven in (that includes AGoY). Then S3 comprising TKO and The Wake with more space for standalone episodes and World’s End. Maybe even Overture as a special. I very much doubt they would go for more than three seasons in total though.

So these are my predictions, now I’d love to hear yours…

#the sandman #sandman #the sandman netflix #sandman s2 #sandman season 2 #sandman spoilers #the sandman season 2 #the sandman s2 #sandman speculation #queue

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violetduchess · 1 year ago

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Hey bae I just found you not too long ago, and I already love your writing style🙈

I was just wondering if you could do a short on where (hashira) reader is like Giyu? Would the hashira treat reader the same, or would they treat them differently? (Pronoun can be whatever your most comfortable with!)

Sure thang!

1. Giyu Tomioka (Water Hashira):

- As a fellow Hashira who acts like Giyu, the reader and Giyu would have a special understanding of each other. They might share silent moments of mutual understanding without needing many words.

- Giyu might feel a sense of camaraderie with the reader, appreciating their quiet and reserved nature. They would likely work well together during missions, as they both have a calm and composed fighting style.

- The other Hashira would observe the reader's similarities with Giyu and might tease them both about their stoic personalities. However, they would respect their skills and dedication as Hashira.

2. Shinobu Kocho (Insect Hashira):

- Shinobu, with her cheerful and bubbly personality, would find the reader's Giyu-like demeanor amusing . She might try to draw them out of their shell with playful banter and gentle teasing.

- Despite the differences in their personalities, Shinobu would appreciate the reader's dedication to their duty as a Hashira. She might offer them guidance on how to navigate their emotions and communicate more openly.

- The reader and Shinobu could form a unique friendship, with the reader providing a calm and steady presence while Shinobu adds a touch of brightness to their interactions.

3. Kyojuro Rengoku (Flame Hashira):

- Kyojuro's passionate and enthusiastic nature would contrast with the reader's Giyu-like demeanor. He might be curious about what lies behind the reader's stoic facade.

- Kyojuro would admire the reader's unwavering commitment to their duties as a Hashira and might try to motivate them to express their emotions more openly.

- Despite their differences, Kyojuro and the reader might form a bond based on their shared devotion to protecting humanity, with Kyojuro offering encouragement and the reader providing a grounded perspective.

4. Tengen Uzui (Sound Hashira):

- Tengen's outgoing and flirtatious personality would contrast with the reader's reserved demeanor. He might find their serious nature intriguing and a fun challenge.

- Tengen might try to break through the reader's shell with his playful antics and teasing, encouraging them to let loose and enjoy life outside of their Hashira responsibilities.

- While the reader might be initially taken aback by Tengen's boldness, they would appreciate his genuine care for their well-being and respect his skills as a fellow Hashira.

5. Gyomei Himejima (Stone Hashira):

- Gyomei's gentle and caring nature would contrast with the reader's stoicism. He might try to offer them support and comfort, recognizing the strength it takes to maintain such a composed demeanor.

- Gyomei would appreciate the reader's sense of duty and might remind them that it's okay to show vulnerability and emotion.

- Despite their different approaches, the reader and Gyomei could find common ground in their dedication to protecting others, and Gyomei would treat them with kindness and understanding.

6. Mitsuri Kanroji (Love Hashira):

- Mitsuri's affectionate and loving nature would contrast with the reader's reserved manner. She might be drawn to the reader's mysterious aura and try to get to know them better.

- Mitsuri would be incredibly supportive of the reader, offering comfort and encouragement to open up and express their feelings more freely.

- Despite their differences, Mitsuri would treat the reader with genuine love and care, embracing their unique personality and treating them as a valued member of the Hashira family.

7. Muichiro Tokito (Mist Hashira):

- Muichiro's quiet and introverted nature would align with the reader's Giyu-like demeanor. They might find solace in each other's silent company during moments of rest.

- While the reader might have more of an outward resemblance to Giyu, Muichiro might relate to their struggle to express emotions and offer a sense of understanding without needing many words.

- The other Hashira would appreciate the reader's dedication and might look to them as a reliable and steady presence during missions.

8. Sanemi Shinazugawa (Wind Hashira):

- Sanemi's rough and brash exterior might clash with the reader's stoic nature. He might find the reader's serious and disciplined approach to be respectable or arrogant.

- Sanemi could initially tease the reader about their serious demeanor, but he would recognize their strength and determination as a Hashira.

- Over time, Sanemi might develop a sense of respect for the reader, treating them as an equal and acknowledging their abilities and commitment to their responsibilities. (It really depends on you)

Note: I don't believe Shinobu actually hates giyuu, I think she just wants him to open up to his comrades. The only hashira who actually show any hostility toward giyuu are Obanai and Sanemi. Sanemi, because he believes giyuu is arrogant and Obanai because he Giyuu broke the rules by saving and advocating for Nezuko. So most of the hashira have no problem with giyuu, and by extension you.

#sanemi x reader #kimetsu no yaiba uzui #uzui x reader #rengoku x reader #muichiro x reader #giyuu x reader #gyomei x reader #shinobu x reader #mitsuri x reader

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dungeonmalcontent · 1 year ago

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Sorcerer: Vampiric Bloodline

Real shame there isn't as much room for the art on these pages, because I love me some vampire art.

Sorcerer: Vampiric Bloodline (PDF here).

But yes. The final subclass for my Halloween 2023 subclass set. I would try to do more but I already know I won't have time in the next three days.

The vampiric bloodline sorcerer is not a legacy of blood magic, but of the curse of vampirism. Drain the life from your enemies, transform into a bat, walk upside down on the ceiling, turn into a mist when you get close to actually dying. It's the whole deal!

I had a lot of fun this year and I wish October had been a less stressful month so I could write more of these, but I'm happy with what I've created.

If you want to see what else I made this year for Halloween, check out these links:

Artificer: Necro-Crafter

Barbarian: Path of Possession

Druid: Circle of Bones

I was thinking I might compile these into a book on DMsGuild, and that may still happen; it just won't be a Halloween book. Maybe a general spooky class options book. Something that comes around every October.

Also don't forget that Grimdark & Dangerous (which now also comes with The Living Grimoire Expansion) is still 50% off until the end of October. You just have to follow this link. Trust me, you don't want to miss this discount because you won't be able to snag it this cheap until maybe next October.

And if you're looking to experience how psionics might have been had it been implemented more carefully into 5e, consider checking out my new book on DMsGuild, Psionics: Spelcasting & Specialties. It's a very comprehensive and in-depth manual that outlines many ways you can add psionic abilities into your games.

#d&d #dnd #dungeons and dragons #homebrew #5e #ttrpg #fantasy #writing #spooky month #halloween 2023 #sorcerer #vampiric bloodline #subclass #vampire

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mystwrites · 7 months ago

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hi, congrats on 200 followers! May I please request lers! Tanjiro + Genya and lee!Muichiro 🥭+🌊? it was unlikely for these characters to become friends initially but they did... chaotic friends but friends nevertheless! You can add in Nezuko if you want. Thanks, its okay if you would rather not write this

200 Followers Event is CLOSED!

A/N: I only used Tanjiro and Muichiro for this since my KNY brainpower has been running on fumes lately. Thanks for the request!

The beach was something new for the corps. No one was used to it. However, time off allowed them all to not fight for their lives for once. Everyone had been doing their own thing but Tanjiro and Muichiro were the only ones ankle deep in the water, shivering as the cold water creeped up their ankles.

“Cold! Cold!” Muichiro yelped, tensing up as he walked further into the water.

“It is quite cold!” Tanjiro agreed, gasping as a wave hit him and knocked him over.

Muichiro squeaked as he also got knocked over, shivering as he resurfaced. Now fully submerged, there was no going back. Both boys submerged themselves in the water, surfacing and feeling less cold the longer they swam about.

Five minutes into swimming around and they were comfortable, jumping as high as they could in chest deep water as the waves crashed into them. After a few minutes, Muichiro looked back towards the beach where the others were all hanging out.

“Muichiro kun!” Tanjiro gasped, making Muichiro startle and whip around to face him.

“What? What?” he asked, looking around.

“Are you blushing?” Tanjiro asked, pointing at Muichiro’s cheeks.

“No! I’m not!!” Muichiro argued, coughing to try and ward off Tanjiro’s sudden interest in his cheeks. “I might be getting sick…”

“Aw! You are blushing! So who are you looking at?” Tanjiro pressed, smirking.

“No one! I’m looking at no one!!” Muichiro cried, realizing his blushing probably isn’t helping the situation.

“Zenitsu?”

“No! I’d never blush at him!”

“Inosuke?”

“No way…why…ugh! Nevermind! EEP!!”

Tanjiro giggled and squeezed Muichiro’s sides. He had been very aware of Muichiro’s newly discovered weakness. Deciding this was his chance to get his answer, he squeezed just below Muichiro’s ribs, making the poor teen shriek and laugh, splashing around in an attempt to escape.

“Who are you blushing at?” Tanjiro continued, hoping Muichiro will give him an answer soon. “Come on, you’re blushing at someone on the beach!”

“Nohoho one! Ihihi’m blushing at no one!! Tahahanjiro!!” Muichiro giggled, flailing like a literal fish out of water. “Ihihi’m not blushing ahahat anyone!! Ahahaaa!! Gehehet away!!”

“Come on! Tell me! Tell me!!” Tanjiro exclaimed, continuing to tickle Muichiro. “I’m gonna keep pestering you unless you tell me!”

“Noohoho!! I’m not gonna!” the Mist Hashira screamed in defiance. “Ihihi’m not blushing at ahahanyone! I swehehear!!”

Muichiro and Tanjiro both yelled in shock when a wave hit them both from behind. Tanjiro was knocked over, Muichiro taking the opportunity to slip away, swimming as far as he could to get away from his attacker. His friend however was much quicker and caught him before he could reach the sand.

“What are they doing?” Zenitsu asked, pointing at the two, Muichiro’s yell grabbing the group’s attention.

“Don’t know.” Kanao added. “Looks like they’re having fun.”

“Maybe they’re drowning?” Genya suggested, noticing how Muichiro frantically flailed about when Tanjiro grabbed him. “In that case…we might need to save them before pork chops over here decides to jump at the opportunity to actually drown them.”

Much to Genya, Zenitsu and Kanao’s horror, Inosuke tackled Muichiro and Tanjiro before they reached them. It looks like Tanjiro never got his answer.

#myst’s 200 followers event #demon slayer tickling #lee!muichiro #ler!tanjiro #tickle drabbles #kny tickling #tickle fic

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itsybitsybatsyspider · 10 months ago

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Listen i love the Greek aesthetic that Camp Half-Blood keeps up, it's fantastic, but i'm just saying that in the all the centuries that the camp has been in America, there hasn't been a mentioned demigod who used a gun????

In America???

Like????

Did Chiron pull an Obi-Wan and be like "It's uncivilized" or something like WHY AREN'T CELESTIAL BRONZE GUNS MORE COMMON?? Like In that entire camp of neurodivergent teenagers and not a single one was like "Oh hey this'll be effective against monsters."

And yes there is evidence that they have been made, i'm well aware of that, but im just saying think of the possibilities that celestial bronze can have!

Celestial bronze gun (with magic bullets that reappear in the clip to be reused. Bam! Now they aren't gonna go to waste and have to go find them again or whatever)

Like if a camper gets caught by a monster it'd be just like this whole situation:

Do you think an empousa or cyclops is going to survive a headshot? No, I dont think so. The only downside i can see to this is that the Mist wouldn't cover it up so well and that might be a potential problem.

Celestial Bronze Shoe Spikes/Soles/Studs (What monster is going to expect shoes to have CB in it?? And then boom they're dust. If it's a low-level monster a good kick is all you'll need)

Celestial Bronze Rope Dart

(Seriously this would be badass. Also super fun)

Celestial Bronze Axe-Gun

(Need i say more???)

Or what about other concepts too?? Wouldn't some of the Hephaestus cabin be curious to see if they could recreate weapons and ideas from movies and shows?? Like Captain America's shield or Black Panthers retractable claws?? What about Mithril armor or HELL WHAT ABOUT SOME COOL ASS BRONZE PROSTHETICS???

Damn i'd love to see that

So all im saying, is that i think there are a lot of untouched opportunities for this. Yes, i absolutely love the Greek aesthetic and the weaponry and how it's a part of their heritage and life, but in the entire camp of neurodivergents that has an entire cabin dedicated to the children of the god of craftmanship and smithery?? And they still stick with swords, daggers, spears, etc??

Mm mm, i wanna see more.

Feel free to add onto this as well!! Would love to hear other ideas too!!

#percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo show #hoo #toa #camp halfblood #just a thought #or multiple of them

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sugarhighchic · 1 year ago

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Simple things to elevate your femininity

Bedsheets

Having your bed looking pink and cute will make you feel like the princess on the pea. A cute heart- or flower print on your comforter or loads of pillows might just be what you’re missing in your bedroom. Make sure to always do your bed in the morning. Nobody likes to come home to a mess.

Jewelry

Wearing simple everyday pieces can really elevate your outfits and make you perceived as more cohesive. Find out if you're a gold or silver girl through looking at your skin tone and the color of your veins.

Body mists / lotions

Find a fragrance you love and stick to it. Layering a body lotion with a body mist of the same scent will make it stick longer, Victoria's Secret offers many flowery, fruity and fun scents. But be careful! Too much perfume can be overbearing and give those around you a headache. Less is more.

Undergarments

Ditch the beige grannies and go for a cute cheeky print instead. They don’t even need to be scandalous, just add some pink or lace and I bet you’ll feel good. Never do it for any man though, just yourself!

Nails

Keeping your nails clean and simple will make you look classy and put-together. Lose the long stilettos and go for an almond or oval shape instead. If you play an instrument and need to keep your nails short, just make sure they’re filed and nourished with a pale pink or nude on top. Adding sparkles on special occasions is always great for a chic effect.

// sugarhighchic xx

#sugarhighchic #girlblogging #this is what makes us girls #girlsgirl #victorias secet model #hell is a teenage girl

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emeritus-fuckers · 8 months ago

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lesbianism? say no more, my touch starved dyke ass is here

could i please get hcs for the ghoulettes with a enby lesbian goth reader? (sfw or nsfw, whatever you prefer!!)

Ghoulettes with a nonbinary lesbian goth s/o

Cirrus (she/ze)

Cirrus's style is a mish-mash of butch, punk and goth (but in the baby bat way) with comfort being the most important.

You share some stuff if you'd like. Mostly jewelry and make-up, since it's the most gothic part of zir wardrobe.

Cirrus likes to occasionally make her own jewelry, so if you're into that, you two make jewelry together.

She likes Scary Bitches, so if you listen to those, you have karaoke parties together with Cumulus.

Correct people on your pronouns why repeating their every word and then using the correct pronouns, putting an incredible amount of pressure on them, while looking directly in the eyes of the person who used the wrong ones.

Cumulus (she/her)

Cumulus goes primarily for comfy clothing, aesthetic doesn't really matter to her all that much.

But she does admire the people who commit to a style or a subculture. And that includes you, of course.

She'd love to go look for more clothes with you, whether you buy or thrift.

She becomes really fond of the music, to the point of humming some of her favorite songs and using a few of them as a small vocal warm-up.

Corrects people about your gender and pronouns (whichever you use).

She adores the jewelry.

Sunshine (she/her)

Sunshine likes a few songs, but no specific bands.

Her style is more... scene kid meets tomboy metalhead.

But she does like gothic make-up, so she'll absolutely let you mess around with her looks.

Just mind the piercings! She loves her piercings, you know!

She'll proudly wear anything you might gift her and tries her best to find things for you, too. Especially on tour, there's always some cool stuff on the festivals they all play on that you would probably like.

We already know Sunshine's a biter. She likes biting you affectionately... but she also bites others.

Willing to bite the face off of anyone who misgenders you. Just say the word.

Aurora (she/they/fae)

While Aurora doesn't really identify as a lesbian per se, she does identify as femme and loves everything feminine.

She doesn't fully understand what goths are, but once you show her a few kinds of goths, she instantly falls in love with faerie, pastel, perky, fetish and cabaret goth styles, so bonus points if you're one of those.

They start experimenting with faer own style, settling on a combination of her previous femme style with pastel and cabaret goth style.

She loves goth dancing, fae thinks it's absolutely fun and adorable. Giggles every time.

Acts confused and asks a lot of questions if someone uses the wrong pronouns on you. That's not what your pronouns are, why are they using different ones? It doesn't make sense!

Mist (he/she)

He likes how it looks on you, but wouldn't go out of her way to change her style.

Mist is a metalhead. He likes a different kind of music than you do, but she does like Sisters of Mercy, so if you like them too, you guys can chill out to it together.

You both wear a lot of dark eyeshadow and lipstick. She'll let you add the typical goth eye-liner to his look. She quite likes it, really.

Goes to concerts with you and has a good time, but wouldn't listen to the music outside of them.

Willing to start a fight if anyone even tries misgendering you.

Written by Nosferatu.

Taglist: @charlie-is-a-menace @copias-fluffy-asscheeks @randodummy @tuttifuckinfruttifriday @calliedion-dungeon @randominstake @callmeicaro @thecuriouss @nuntia @dio-niisio @ethereal-maniac @mamacarlyle @mybotanicaldemise @igodownjustlikeholymary @natoncesaid @plaquerat

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telltale-vixen · 1 year ago

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That Which the Eye Admires, the Heart Desires <3: Imperial Ballet AU

Thrawn x Female Human! Reader

Rating: 18+ in general, especially moving forward.

Warnings: None for this chapter, I am sure.

Plot: You are a soloist for the Grand Coruscant Ballet. What happens when you get pushed into the principal ballerina’s role suddenly and catch the eyes of a certain Grand Admiral?

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Chapter I: The Opportunity of a Lifetime Pt. I

5 days. We have 5 days to add the finishing touches to our production. 5 days until Empire Day. This will be the biggest show of the year with the most important people in the galaxy attending. The Emperor will be here, you thought bitterly. A shiver of apprehension went down your spine at the thought.

*in rehearsal*

“Let’s make those steps more consistent, shall we? Lena, you are meant to be gliding like a fairy down the aisle, not staggering like a Noghri!” The shrill voice of Miss Hillswine, your ballet master, rang out. Lena looked like she might burst in to tears from her embarrassment.

You felt for the younger girl. Lena was trying her best with the steps, the problem was she would get caught up in her anxiety. When she looked in your direction, you exchanged an empathetic look with your fellow ballerina and her face brightened just a bit. She would get the hang of it. Luckily, she was in the ensemble, so she could sort of blend in with the other dancers a bit. That should calm her nerves a bit, you thought internally.

Rehearsal went on for another three hours, the monotony of practicing the steps started baring down on you. You just had one more solo to rehearse and then it would be break-time. The dramatic symphony of the violin began to play, shaking you out of your thoughts. Miss Hillswine is observing from the wings of the stage, her steely Bonegnawer eyes shining with scrutiny. Here it goes…Three chassées down the aisle, toes pointed, leading into a pirouette, and one arabesque later, you have concluded your solo.

Before you have a chance to right yourself from your final pose, Miss Hillswine is already within inches of you. “Y/N”. “Yes Mistress”, your calm voice responds. “That was…” For a moment the worry lines creased in her forehead and her eyes narrowed. You managed to keep a serene expression, but anxiety trickled through in your mind. What could be wrong? “Mist”- “Exquisite.” she cut you off without the crack of a smile. So she was searching for what words she wanted to use. Mistress is obviously not used to complimenting her students.

She actually looked annoyed, but she always has a stern espression. You internally sighed with relief, but your face gave way to surprise. This was the nicest you’ve ever seen her, not that she had ever been too nasty towards you. It was the ensemble dancers that experienced her wrath. “Th-thank you, Mistress” the stuttered reply barreled out. She waved her hand dismissively and gave a light scoff, “Now no need for pleasantries Y/N. I want to see that consistency every rehearsal and especially for our Empire Day debut. No excuses. You may go. All ensemble and soloists dismissed for now! We will reconvene in an hour. Do. Not. Be. Late. Miss Anya will you come here please?” Her reply turned into a screech towards the end. There it was, back to business as usual. You curtsied and turned to exit the stage when Anya passes by and gives you her signature saccharine smile “Wonderful job Y/N! Never give up hope for a better role though.” Her confidence unwavering as she walks onto the stage. You roll your eyes and keep walking, finally making it to your dressing room.

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A/N: This is my first real go at a long-term fanfic. 😊 I am super excited to be world-building a bit. Obviously not with the Star Wars material. I don’t own that, but any o.c.s or details that I can add in, sounds fun! Right now I am in love with Thrawn, although I have not read the books. I will do that though!

Everything I gathered about him so far has been on here for the most part, so I want to do him justice. I promise he will make his entrance soon, and sorry in advance I broke the first chapter up in to two parts. 🙈 I just wanted to get it set up a bit. So this might be a bit slow. Anyway, happy reading! I hope whoever comes across it enjoys! 💖

#grand admiral thrawn #female reader #thrawn x reader #romance #slow burn #fanfic

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ashilrak · 3 months ago

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love ♥️

I meant to do this the other day, but oop, here goes nothing:

HAUNT ME, THEN— (co-written with @mrthology)

Or, when Apollo cursed Kassandra before the Trojan War, it didn’t go as planned. Now, millennia later, Apollo and Kassandra are still stuck in an endless cycle of death and rebirth. Percy Jackson doesn’t know why people keep calling him Kassandra, or why he’s plagued by memories; all he knows is that he didn’t want to be a demigod.

There are a lot of reasons I have this as a favorite, but the biggest one is that this was a collaboration that has led to some big changes in my life and I couldn't be more grateful for it. It was also one I was just completely obsessed with while writing and took me through the emotional wringer, so bonus points.

The Murder Monologues (co-written with @theinevitablesense)

Stress came in many forms: work, pesky roommates, opinionated best friends, and attractive coworkers. Similarly, stress relief also came in many forms: knitting, music, cooking; Strangling people in their own homes. To each their own.

Bet you didn't think you'd see Hamilton on here lmao This is another collaboration and one that was genuinely so, so, so much fun to write. It is completely unlike anything else I've written, features a ship that doesn't really exist, and is such an off-the-wall AU. Like yes it's a Hamilton fic, but also. We played fast and loose with how criminal investigations work and talked about it like it was a comedy. We had a playlist that slapped featuring Razzle Dazzle from Chicago. If there's any fic of mine that could have its serial numbers filed off it's this one. Genuinely fun as shit and one I think about a lot.

See The Beast You Made Of Me

Percy Jackson thought he was done with prophecies, but the mist acting up means that it’s a revival or death. The Gods are calling for Rome to conquer and they want Percy to lead. Who better to shape their new Emperor than Apollo, already enlisted into Percy’s service for punishment? — Apollo grins down and leans in close enough that Percy can taste him. “I will make you greater than Augustus, more majestic than Hadrian, as clever as Marcus Aurelius," he says. Then with a flash of teeth, Apollo adds, "and as merciless as me.”

There are a lot of things with this fic I think I'd do differently now, and had I been the type to write in full and edit before posting I'm sure it'd look very different. But, I'm proud of this fic in the sense that it shows a lot of growth for me as a writer at this point. Obviously, I still have a lot of room to improve (and like to think I have since writing it), but it was a bit out of my comfort zone and I had a lot of fun pushing myself with it. Another one that's a bit off the wall, but sometimes that's the vibe.

Too Much To See Waiting In Front Of Me

Or: Paul takes Sally, Estelle, Percy, and Annabeth along on his family’s annual beach vacation

This is a simple one-shot, but it's one I love. I don't normally re-read my own writing, but this one I have. I don't know, it's cute and sweet and domestic and I like it.

Go On Shore (And It's Time For Us To Leave Her)

Or: Poseidon ventures west to see what's kept Ares so busy and finds a woman he can't get out of his head. Luckily for him, her time is for sale. Unluckily, Zeus is wary of any potential offspring and is sticking his nose where it doesn't belong. Sally and Poseidon both know how this ends; they can't help but fall anyway.

This might be another surprising one but, this is one of those ideas I just got really into. It's a historical Posally AU. I don't do much with Posally but boy is it something I love and have thoughts and feelings about. One of my majors in undergrad was history and I wrote a thesis on the economic and social pressures of prostitution in the Early American Republic which is where this idea came from. It was fun to jump back into that and bring in little tidbits while also playing with the idea of the Gods sticking their noses into the revolution and following years.

I've only included summaries to give a better impression of tone/vibes. If any catch your interest, please please please read ships, rating, tags, and warnings closely 🩷

#Ask #sunlitlemonade #Fanfiction #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #Hamilton #A Lullaby For Suffering #The Murder Monologues #to dust or to gold

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sydney-carton-of-sour-milk · 1 month ago

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The Many Illustrators of A Tale of Two Cities 16: Richard M. Powers

...& I've saved the spookiest of this month for last...

Richard M. Powers was an illustrator best known for his many, many illustrations for the covers of science fiction novels.

For this last week of the spooky subseries, we look at his work on this 1962 edition of A Tale of Two Cities.

(As a brief note, some of the images have a blur in the edges of the pages - this is because the book was huge and barely fit on my scanner.)

"The figures of a horse and rider came slowly through the eddying mist, and came to the side of the mail, where the passenger stood."

"'Now your dinner is done,' Carton presently said, 'why don't you call a health, Mr. Darnay; why don't you give your toast?'"

"He threw out a gold coin for the valet to pick up, and all the heads craned forward that all the eyes might look down at it as it fell. The tall man called out again with a most unearthly cry, 'Dead!'"

"It lay back on the pillow of Monsieur the Marquis. It was like a fine mask, suddenly startled, made angry, and petrified.'"

"He had a strong idea that the coffin he had seen was running after him; and pictured as hopping on behind him, bolt upright, upon its narrow end."

"'I make a circuit by the prison, on my way to my work. There I see him, high up, behind the bars of a lofty iron cage, bloody and dusty as last night.'"

"The Château was left to itself to flame and burn."

"'We have borne this a long time,' said Madame Defarge, turning her eyes again upon Lucie. 'Judge you! Is it likely that the trouble of one wife and mother would be much to us now?'"

"'Her eyes were dilated and wild, and she constantly uttered piercing shrieks, and repeated the words, "My husband, my father, and my brother!" and then counted up to twelve, and said, "Hush!"'"

"The two stand in the fast-thinning throng of victims, but they speak as if they were alone. Eye to eye, voice to voice, hand to hand, heart to heart, these two children of the Universal Mother,"

And so we close out October. I've been so looking forward to sharing all three of these sets here this month - I hope you've enjoyed as much as I have!

& the standard endnote for all posts in this series:

This post is intended to act as the start of a forum on the given illustrator, so if anyone has anything to add - requests to see certain drawings in higher definition (since Tumblr compresses images), corrections to factual errors, sources for better-quality versions of the illustrations, further reading, fun facts, any questions, or just general commentary - simply do so on this post, be it in a comment/tags or the replies!💫

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