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[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Got that basim and nehal brain rot

Help me

[p1nqu3]

the duality of a woman

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[infinite-orangepeel]

🦅🌷🌿 dirty paws ch. 2: squid ink is up & ready to be read on ao3!🍓🦊🌙

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[praetorqueenreyna]

lovely and lonely, Tamlin/Lucien, Chapter 18

Summary: a shift in his relationship inspires Tamlin to begin sending his sentries across the wall again.

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48 years after the curse

Lucien never truly grew used to Tamlin’s beauty. Especially when it was just the two of them and he let his glamour fall. He was radiant, a godlike being plucked out of the most reverential myths. It was a sacrilegious miracle that he, deformed as he was, had permission to touch him, let alone everything else they did together.

Tamlin’s eyes were closed, making it easier for Lucien to admire him. His head lolled back, braced against one of Lucien’s thighs. They had just finished a bath, dirty and exhausted from their work patrolling the borders of Spring. At Lucien’s insistence, Tamlin rested himself between Lucien’s legs, the Autumn male sitting on the edge of the bath with the High Lord sitting on a low shelf in the water. It was the perfect position for Lucien to groom Tamlin’s wild mane. Tamlin never did more than wash it with harsh soap and brush it out, which Lucien considered a travesty. Tamlin grumbled over the long minutes Lucien spent in meticulous care of vanity, but he allowed the indulgence all the same.

At the end of the routine, Lucien was massaging oil into Tamlin’s scalp. His fingernails scraped behind one of Tamlin’s ears, which got the High Lord purring contently. Lucien bit back a laugh; if Tamlin thought that he was being made fun of, he would stop. And Lucien so loved the delighted rumble that reverberated through Tamlin’s chest, making the water around him ripple with the vibrations.

“All done,” Lucien finally announced. Tamlin turned and hoisted himself out of the pool, practically spilling into Lucien’s lap. Before Lucien could complain about being splashed with bath water, Tamlin was kissing him. His mind completely emptied as Tamlin pressed his back against the cool marble of the bathroom floor. Their lovemaking was slow and lazy, a deep sensual push and pull. Hours, days, or even weeks might have passed by and Lucien would be none the wiser. He would gladly spend eternity here.

Afterwards, Tamlin pressed a series of chaste kisses along the column of Lucien’s neck and down his shoulder. “I love you,” he mumbled against Lucien’s sweat-slick skin.

Despite the heat, Lucien froze, ice cold water drenching his soul and shocking his senses. Neither of them had ever said those words to each other. Despite their past fifty years together, Amarantha’s curse had hung over them, tainting everything they had together. It had been an unspoken rule not to say it, knowing that any moment, Tamlin would have to give his heart to another. Even as the terms of the curse drew to an end, they hadn’t said it. To say it would be a harsh reminder that they were running out of time. That they could never truly belong to each other.

Too late, Lucien realized he had been staring blankly up at Tamlin. Something in those green eyes shattered, and he looked away. “Shit, I’m sorry, I—”

Lucien forestalled any unwanted apology by pulling Tamlin down to him, kissing him fiercely. “I love you,” he whispered against Tamlin’s teeth. “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

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The next day, Tamlin began sending out his sentries across the wall. They were confused but elated, pleased to be doing something as the deadline of their destruction drew nearer. Only Lucien knew. That heated exchange on the marble floor had ignited something in Tamlin. He had to fight, now that he had something worth saving. It was terrifying to know that all of this was for Lucien. Even as his comrades were slain one by one, he couldn’t help but selfishly be glad that Tamlin was trying again.

The dam had broken and the flood rushed forth. They said “I love you” a hundred times a day. Tamlin fucked him as if he thought Lucien would dissolve under his fingertips. Soon enough, all of their bedding was torn to shreds from Tamlin’s claws sinking into the mattress as he came, groaning “I love you” into Lucien’s throat. This too was terrifying; Tamlin seemed to be saying goodbye, intent on leaving his mark on Lucien so that when they were inevitably separated, Lucien wouldn’t forget him.

As if he ever could.

Eventually, there were three: Tamlin, Lucien, and Andras. Brave fool that he was, Andras went out every day across the wall. He refused to let Lucien be the sacrificial lamb. “You’re basically the only thing keeping this court running. I’m a dumb grunt. I’m replaceable,” he laughed whenever Lucien pleaded with him to stop. Empty words; they all knew the real reason. Andras loved Tamlin, and knew that he’d be devastated if Lucien were killed.

Against all odds, Andras lasted a full month. Every morning, he would kneel before Tamlin, the general of an extinct army. Tamlin would solemnly lay his hand on his forehead, infusing him with shapeshifting magic until the fae was replaced by a wolf. Lucien thought there should be more ceremony to the whole thing, but Andras refused. He didn’t want them to act like it was their last moments together.

They were in Tamlin’s office when it happened. Even with the world in ruins, there was still bullshit paperwork to go over. Lucien was going over a proposal for some agricultural reform, fingers kneading against his temples as he tried to decipher the dry, complicated prose. He glanced up to ask Tamlin a question, only for the words to die in his throat. Tamlin was staring off in the middle distance, face slack with shock. It could only mean one thing.

“He’s gone, isn’t he?” Lucien asked pointlessly. Grief overwhelmed him. After all he had experienced, he hadn’t known that he could still hurt like this. He really hadn’t ever expected Andras to die. Andras was strong and dependable as a redwood tree, growing straight and true for centuries. He had been the first friend that Lucien had made in Spring. When Lucien’s heart was broken, pining over Tamlin, he had shared his bed to ease the pain. Lucien could still feel the touch of chapped lips and beard stubble against his cheek, warm calloused hands holding him tight. And now he was dead.

“He’s gone,” Tamlin echoed. “He was killed by a woman.”

Lucien’s heart stopped. Almost every other sentry had been killed by humans who didn’t fulfill the terms of the curse. He had already assumed the same had happened for Andras, and was preparing himself to begin going across the wall. It seems he didn’t need to. “A woman?”

“A young, human woman. With hatred in her heart.” Tamlin’s gaze was still unfocused, still with Andras, in that connection that only the High Lord could have with his subjects. Unbeknownst to him, tears began to fall.

This was happening. Lucien rose to his feet, speaking in a steady voice that didn’t betray the tumult of emotions in his heart. “I’ll have Alis prepare a room.”

[scatterbrainedbot]

i am plagued....with.......

I D E A S

[ssreeder]

Sorry if you’ve answered this before but do you have any idea of how many chapters into the fire will end up being or how the ending will pan out? (Also I love you and the world you’ve created thanks for being awesome <333)

I have answered this before, but I feel it changes day to day lol… ITF is about ummm halfway? It will absolutely be the largest fic of the three, but it has to be in order to bring this thing to a proper close. I could realistically do a fourth book but fuck it I am sticking to the original plan of three. I have the ending completely planned and most of the epilogue figured out as well… I will admit the only thing I don’t have completely planned out is the nitty-gritty details that tend to unfold as the story happens? So as the battle begins who knows how characters will react or what emotions will come up so I like to keep things loose with that to give the characters room to breathe.

But yeah! I do have an ending and I have all the MAJOR events planned, so any twists & turns along the way are already set in motion :)

(I love you thank you for sending me this ask you’re amazing)

[umbracirrus]

WIP Wednesday 💛

Wednesday again!!! I've been trying to work some more on the next chapter for The Perfect Storm, because this Friday marks a year since I posted the first chapter!! I'm honestly so so happy that I'm still working on it now, after years without the heart to write, seventeen chapters in with many more to go!

Some more festival shenanigans with Elyse and Balgruuf, inspired by my discovery that one of Balgruuf's primary skills in Skyrim happens to be archery.

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Elyse groaned quietly as her arrow feebly clattered to the ground some feet before the target, and Balgruuf had to stifle a laugh as she started muttering to herself quietly. All that he could hear was her blaming both the cold and the bow, pale wisps of air dissipating around her as she grumbled. He had never expected her to be the sort of person who took losing or failing badly, but given how stubborn she could sometimes be… perhaps it wasn't as far-fetched as he had first thought.

Unfortunately, she heard him trying to conceal his amusement, and she continued mumbling for a moment longer before staring at him. “I saw that, and it isn't funny! This was a fluke, there’s only two bows I can use properly, and this isn’t like either of them!” she huffed, before taking a deep breath, walking over to him, and thrusting the bow into his hands. “How about you try? If my attempt was so amusing, then that must surely mean that you can do better than me.”

He barely had the chance to protest before she had more or less pushed him onto the mark indicated on the ground to shoot the target from. “Elyse, I wasn’t laughing at-“ He stopped speaking when he saw her hands on her hips and the raised eyebrow that she was giving him. “Oh, for the love of... Fine.”

Seemingly satisfied with his decision to go along with her demands, she called Elrindir over to ask for three more arrows.

It had been a while since he had used a bow himself, so he didn't have any high expectations of what he would be able to achieve, but… well, Elyse's arrows had barely made it halfway to the target. He was confident that he could manage at least a bit closer if he hadn't allowed himself to get too rusty in his abilities.

Balgruuf could feel Elyse’s eyes on him expectantly as he took one of the arrows he had been given, held the bow up, positioned his hands and arms, before letting the arrow loose. It sailed through the air, passing over the scattered arrows from her failed attempts, before embedding itself into the target. It wasn’t quite on the centre, but was decently close enough all things considered.

A quiet tut came from his side. “Show off. Probably just luck...”

The same happened with the second arrow. It was much closer to the edge of the target, but the wind had ended up picking up and no doubt had an impact on his aim. Elyse inhaled sharply at the very moment the arrow had landed, and from the corner of his eyes he could see her start fidgeting.

When the third arrow landed on the target she didn’t audibly react, but when he turned to face her, she had a dumbfounded stare plastered across her face. That look was quick to turn into a pout accompanied by her folding her arms over as he started laughing once more. She genuinely didn't take losing well at all.

[bougiebutchbinch]

ONE MORE SCENE!!! THEN LADY OF SHALOTT WILL BE FINISHED!!!!!

[casiavium]

oh so no one unsubscribes from my ao3 when I post a/b/o but they do when I post zelink. I see how it is

[lynne-monstr]

[fic] Dear Sword and Curse

the king’s avatar, yuhuang + blue rain. humor, getting together, epistolary fic. aka the secret big bang fic!

Total Length: 10k words

Written for QZGS Big Bang 2023 - with amazing art by Shirou!!!

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Blue Rain Official (v): Attention Blue Rain fans!! Send in your questions to Captain Yu and Vice-captain Huang for a special surprise! Watch this space and we’ll see you at the match next Saturday.

warlock of my heart: i can't wait! i don't know why blue rain wants questions but I already sent in ten

enchanter: lol ten real questions or ten questions about whether YWZ is single

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An AU where everything is the same except Blue Rain has an advice column.

[astroluvr]

More Than Us | Noah!Jack

summary: you learn that things never stay quite the same, a part of the noah!jack verse

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You hadn't been yourself, that much anyone could tell. Perhaps your queasiness and bumbling was due to Jack being away on tour, but you weren't someone who was unable to adjust. That much wasn't an option as a teen mom.

You had just celebrated your twenty-first birthday, and Noah's third was soon to follow. Jack threw you a beautiful surprise party, renting out an entire club, so you and your friends could bring in your new trip around the sun just right.

He had you in his lap all night long, his lips sponging to your neck as his cologne practically imprinted on you, while his hands skirted up the tiny dress you were wearing. He made you feel like sex goddess all night- perhaps too much.

"Girl," Maddie chuckled, watching you as you came out of the store restroom for the third time in the past three hours you had been out. "How much water have you been drinking?"

"I don't know." you answered awkwardly, and kissed Noah's forehead when he smiled at you from the front of his buggy, his chubby cheeks becoming a rose tint when you opened up the sucker he wanted.

"I'm worried about you." she murmured, and you turned around with a furrowed expression.

"How come?"

"Well, because. We were supposed to get out and go shopping together forever ago, but you've been sick or tired."

"Mama don't feel good?" Noah looked up from his picture book with wide eyes and you ran your fingers through his hair to pacify him.

"No, I'm okay, baby."

"So?" Maddie nudged at you, and you rolled your eyes before looking at her.

"So, what? I just haven't been feeling... top notch lately. It's just a lot of change going on with Jack being on tour. Fuck, that feels weird to say."

"Yeah, but for two weeks? I hate to say it, but I think you got a problem."

"Mmhmm." you hummed, reaching up to put Noah's favorite cookies in the back of the cart. "What problem do you think that is?"

"Oh, you know." she raised her eyebrows, and smirked.

"No, I don't."

"Come on! I know it's crossed your mind." she stopped in the middle of the aisle and you threw your hands up, before she laughed loudly. "You're pregnant again."

"What?!" you exclaimed uncharacteristically loud.

Even Noah flinched and looked at you with concern. "Okay, Mama?"

"No, your Auntie Maddie is insane. I'm not- that's not- that couldn't happen." you stammered, and she looked at you with a skeptical look.

"I won't tell, I swear."

"Madison, I'm not." you whispered, clutching onto the buggy and feeling lightheaded. "I couldn't be."

"Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"What would make you think that?" you asked, feeling everything clam up and sweat bead on your forehead- because that was the last thing you were attributing to your latest symptoms.

"I-I don't know. The way you're always nauseous and having to pee. And don't tell Jack I said this, but your boobs look how they did when you were pregnant the first time." she said quietly, edging closer to you in the aisle as you stared at her. "I mean, it's totally possible you're not. It could just be... you know, Jack's tour."

"Maddie." you groaned, shaking your head and putting your head to your forehead. "What if I am?"

"Then it's okay! You and Jack are way better off than you were before, you know? You have your own place, y-you both have amazing jobs. I mean, you'll have your own classroom so soon." she attempted at soothing you, but you were still on the verge of a break down in the middle of a grocery store.

"A test can't hurt you."

After checking out, Noah had fallen asleep and left you and Maddie with enough time to sit in your bathroom and stare at each other while you hit the palm of your hand with the stick contemplatively.

"Was it worse taking the test with Noah?" she asked, snapping you out of your thoughts from her place on the bathroom counter.

"I mean, I didn't think I was actually pregnant. I just... I don't know, paranoid and now this could actually be happening."

"Should you wait for Jack to get back?"

"He doesn't have enough time to come home for three weeks. And Noah and I can't fly me and Noah out. We have to wait until he's close to us, so we can drive." you explained, sighing deeply and rubbing your forehead.

"Y/N, if you need to go see Jack, I'll look after Noah."

"I can't ask that of you, Mads." you sniffled, setting the test down and turning to look at her.

"You didn't ask. You're my best friend and you've done everything you can for me, so I will do everything I can to help you. Besides, I love watching Noah. He's my little friend." you smiled at her and gave her a tight hug before she hopped off the counter. "Take the test."

After you took the test, all you could do was sink to the floor and take a deep breath. You had gotten used to no longer thinking of where you imagined yourself being before you got pregnant, but you still hardly expected to be pregnant again so soon and at one of the worst possible times.

You weren't sure how you hadn't even suspected that you could be pregnant- which made considering how far along you could be even harder. Without even the confirmation of the test, you were already thinking of how another baby could change your life. You weren't even done with your college courses yet.

You felt so young and vulnerable on the floor as you stared up at Noah's hooded duck towel. It wasn't long ago, truly, that you were stepping out a bubbly bath and being carried out of the bathroom. Or even that long since you motherhood was a game, a game of play-pretend with baby dolls that whined until you discovered the off switch.

Your entire life seemed to be on a timer. One minute to have ice cream breakfast, another to play in the sandbox, and one to enjoy a moment before it slipped away if you were really lucky. Five minutes turned into five years before you realized. The same amount of time it took for you to stand to your feet and stare down at the test that- clear as day, showed two dark lines and a promise for change.

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You didn't even tell Jack that you were coming because you could hardly promise yourself that you would follow through. It was Jack's biggest show yet, playing at a venue in a big city that he sold out. You were on the phone with him moments before, listening to him tell you how much he loved you and Noah before he went on.

You had just enough time to make it to his hotel room just before he did. As you came into town, your heart swelled with pride as you saw all the people pouring out into the streets. The Uber driver who retrieved you from the airport even seemed impressed.

"My niece is there. I'm not really into all the new rap, but that Jack guy's got something special."

"I agree." you smiled fondly.

Even the mention of his name seemed to take away some of the weight the pregnancy test in your hoodie pocket bought.

In the hotel room, you almost had the urge to clean up all the mess he'd managed to make in one night. His bed sheets were half-way on the floor and his suitcase that you so tediously packed was all over the place. You were his makeshift stylist, putting together outfits and scolding him when he put a part of one outfit together with another. Still, though, he looked amazing in all the pictures that Urban sent you.

It wasn't until you were pacing the big room that you realized how nervous you were to see Jack in person and then welcome him with such big news. You kept pulling out the test to make sure you had read it right, a part of you hoping that you did.

You were busy trying to bring your nerves back together when Jack threw open the hotel room and stared at you. His mouth dropped open as you smiled at him, taking in every bit of him. From his height to the tight wife beater, jeans, and his old New Balances.

"What are you doing here?" he finally asked, opening his arms to scoop you up from the chair you couldn't get yourself to get out of it. "Baby, I was just talking about you!"

With his arms tight around you, and the smell of his soap and you were so grateful that he took a shower before he returned to the hotel, you felt more grounded than you could convey.

When you tuned into his sweet nothings, about how hard tour was and how much he missed you and being home, you felt guilty. For putting something else on his plate and mind. Jack could hardly pull you away when you started to sob, your hand clutching his hair.

"I'm sorry." you cried out when you saw his face, eyebrows knitted in concern. "I'm so sorry."

"Baby, calm down. I'm- Where's Noah? Is that-" his hold on your arms got tighter as his panic grew and you shook your head.

"H-he's fine. He's with Maddie."

"Then what's the matter? What could you be sorry about, sweet girl?" he pulled you into his lap on the bed, trying to soothe your shaky cries, but it was no use. "I love you, no matter what. It doesn't matter what you did, I'm with you."

"But you already have so much to deal with. I-"

Before you could work yourself into more of a panic, he gripped your chin and pulled you towards him, kissing your lips that were salty with tears. He hugged you close and stuck his hand under your hoodie, knowing how it soothed you ever since you were pregnant with Noah.

With nothing else in your pocket, and all the jostling you did with the test, it fell out and onto his lap. Your world stopped when Jack took it into his hand, and you immediately hopped off his lap, waiting for the back end of his reaction.

"Please tell me that this isn't what you were apologizing to me about." he finally said, leaving you ring your hands.

"I'm sorry. I know-"

"Why are you apologizing?"

"Because with everything going on, a baby is unfair to you. I mean, Noah's not in school yet and we're moving to Atlanta soon. It's just too much. We can't pretend like we were planning on a baby."

"Y/N, before we discuss this any further," he paused to set down the test and looking at it with wide eyes, before grabbing your hands to lure you forward. "Do you want another?"

"I do, but right now it seems impossible."

"If all this wasn't going on, would you want to have this baby?"

"Yes." you said, blinking quickly and without thinking. "But, Jack-"

"No, listen to me, if this is what you want, if you are willing to go through this, then we will do this. And I know that this is something we have to be very realistic about, but if it's with you, then it's a good thing. It's something we can figure out."

Crying softly and standing between Jack's long legs, you cupped his face that was growing a tint of red with his emotion. "Do you really want this, J? I mean, really?"

"Absolutely, Mama." he chuckled loudly wrapping his arms around your lower back and blinking his eyes. "I want everything with you- whether it's good or bad or if we think we can handle it or not. As long as it's with you, the love of my life, I'll do anything and everything. This life is ours."

His words made you cry even harder and at the sight of all your worry leaving your body, Jack let his own tears fall before laying back on the bed and pulling you up to his chest with him.

"How far along do you think?" Jack asked as you wiped away his tears and he kissed away yours.

"I think my birthday." you giggled softly, dropping your head to his chest with a shy laugh. "I think."

"Three weeks and the lines are that dark?" he pulled it up and stared at it, shaking his head.

"I know. I took a couple others, too, and they were that dark. I wonder what it means."

"Another chunky baby." he raised his eyebrows and flipped you underneath him suddenly, eliciting all of your giggles when he lifted up your shirt. "Fuck, I can't believe this."

"Do you think we'll ever have kids on purpose?" you mused and Jack kissed your belly before laughing out loudly.

"Probably not, but I don't know, I like these surprises."

"You're the most fearless person in the world." Jack shook his head, shutting his eyes for a moment as if he were contemplating.

"I am more afraid of anything when it comes to you and Noah, and now this one. I mean, the idea of anything bad happening in our little world scares the shit out of me. I worry all the time about my little family, I do. But the thing is, I have to be insanely lucky to have all of this in the first place. I can't dwell on things that haven't happened."

"We're your lucky charm." you smiled, bringing Jack back up to your face to kiss him gently, brushing your fingers through his hair as you thought about how good you had it.

"Mmhmm. And I love you. All three of you." he moved back down to rain kisses on your stomach, the beginnings of his beard making for a tickling sensation.

[allylikethecat]

This question is more out of my love for this fic than just curiosity tbh but do you think you will leave the All the Kings Horses universe behind completely when you finish the fic? Or perhaps add more to it like little one shots of moments in their life kind of like the infectionverse ?

I am so sorry for answering your Talk Shop Tuesday question on a Thursday 😬 First off I want to say omg thank you SO MUCH I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying All the King's Horses THAT MUCH. That is currently my absolute favorite fic that i'm working on and it has basically consumed all of my thoughts at all times, because it's combining two of my favorite things - the boys AND horses like WHAT add in some diet coke and you've got all of Ally's favorite things right there! In terms of the All the King's Horses Universe, I'm going to be perfectly honest, I haven't really thought about what comes "next" after all that I have drafted out. I'm not saying that I *won't* be adding little snapshots to the universe, but I'm also not promising that I will? Mostly because I hadn't even considered it OR though that anyone would even be interested in that until today lol Thank you so much for reading all of the King's Horses and sending in this ask!! I'm so happy to hear you're enjoying this very niche fic and I'm so excited to share the next chapter with you all and hear your thoughts! I hope your week has gone well and that you have a lovely Friday! Thank you again!

❤️Ally

[anywaymuahahahaha]

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH TO EVERYONE WHO HAS READ MY FANFICTION SO FAR!! And thank you to everyone who reblogs and even leaves cute little notes about my story I read them all and CRIED AHHH!! I’m so truly honored that those of you who have read it liked it so far 🥺🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻 Stay tuned my friends! Chapter 5 will be here soon, Magolor and Elfilin still have a lot of trouble to cause in Dream Land! 🤭🤭🤭

[sugar-plum-writer]

GOJO IS STILL ALIVEE!

I am on the Gojo is still alive stock sure it might be DOWN -$1,000,000,000,000 But I'll still hold on to it because I BELIEVE HE IS STILL ALIVEEEEEE!!!! Call it delusions but....until the series ends I am still on that stock (T~T) my heart just cannot accept that he is dead hell my SOUL is still in denial...I will DIE ON THIS and as gamblers say! 'x' times a CHARM!!! SO I BELIEVEEEEE!!!

[strawberrryangel]

AO3 IS BACK UP THE HEAVENS HAVE SHOWN MERCY ON US

[miutonium]

Fr I forgot the term fankids exist until my recent ask and I just immediately got sucked into nostalgia 😭😭😭 I used to have a fankid for my previous f/o and he was like the sweetest baby ever it makes me bittersweet thinking about it ;w;