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Summer | JJK

Hello Darlings!!!

Pairing: royal guard!Jungkook x princess!Reader, prince!Jimin x princess!Reader (ft. Yoongi & Hoseok)

Summary: In which you, princess of the Gyeongdong Dynasty, were in the middle of wedding plans. An arranged marriage that would guarantee your father's bloodline to stay on the throne.

Or in which you are assigned a new royal guard that swore to protect you with his life. Jeon Jungkook. That's his name. A name you could never forget. A name that, slowly but surely got engraved not only on your memories but also in your heart.

Love, politics, betrayal and desire. All in ancient history. A love that never should have happened, two souls that wouldn't be allowed to be together.

Warnings: angst, fluff, talks of arranged marriage, eating, love, historical au, forbidden love, betrayal, royal au, more angst (prepare yourself for it), ancient traditions. (I think that's all, if I forgot to mention something and you consider I should put it here, please let me know!)

Word Count: 9.4k

*A/N Hello everyone, thank you for giving this story a chance. This is my first time posting for Jungkook in here so I really hope you'll like this first chapter of my four-chaptered series. If you liked this, please let me know in the comments!! I'd also like to know your thoughts for the next part :)

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The sun was shining outside the big halls of the palace, the golden rays kissed the freshly cut grass and illuminated the place beautifully. How you wished you could go out there and sit under a tree, enjoy the warmth of the season and live without a care in the world.

However, you found yourself only wishing to do those things as your eyes stared out of one of the many opened windows of the palace, watching how the guards paced from place to place while the maids carried important things.

"Your highness, which silk would you like for your wedding dress?"

That brought you out of your thoughts, turning your gaze down to where one of the maids was presenting you with different kinds of silk but to you, they all looked the same. It was getting tiring having to decide so many things for a wedding that would be celebrated up until winter.

There was so much to do in such little time. And it was stressing you out not only because of the time but you weren't enjoying the preparations at all. This wasn't what you wanted, you didn't even know who your husband was going to be and that just wasn't right. If your father arranged your marriage the least he could offer was to know who your soon-to-be husband was going to be and get to know him as best as possible.

"I can't decide. I'll leave it to your professional opinion."

You said to the royal seamstress, she bowed at you and said, her eyes glued on the floor as you stood up from where you were sitting.

"I'm honoured, your highness."

A small smile graced your lips before you made your way out of the room, your dress trailing behind you as you left the place without another word.

A sigh escaped your lips once you were outside of your room, the sun kissed your skin delicately as you kept your gaze forward, admiring the beautiful gardens of the palace.

You still couldn't grasp the fact that you were going to get married in a couple of months. It was just way too sudden that your brain hadn't processed the information yet.

Every week, you were allowed to leave the palace for a day followed by guards and only able to walk around certain parts of the city. The people welcomed you with smiles and open arms each and every time you visited the city. You, the princess of Gyeongdong, were loved by the people and they couldn't wait for you to be their queen.

But since your engagement was announced, you leaving the palace was out of the map now. Your father couldn't risk something happening to you when the wedding was so close, furthermore, you were his only daughter after your mother passed away after giving birth to you, your father's princess as well as the kingdom's next ruler.

"Princess!"

You turned around at the sound of the voice of one of your closest people in the palace. The royal counsellor's son and a dear friend of yours, Jung Hoseok.

When he arrived next to you a smile was painted over his lips, he bowed down at you making you frown a bit.

"Stop it, I've told you many times before that you don't have to bow in front of me."

He chuckled, his hands behind his back as he straightened back up.

"Yes, I have. There are so many guards and court ladies that could see and that wouldn't be good for me, princess."

You sighed at his answer. He had said it time and time again but you just wanted to have a normal friendship, was that too much to ask? Maybe it was. At least for now.

"I'm sorry, you are right. I wouldn't want you to get in trouble because me."

Hoseok smiled and that made a small smile paint over your own lips. That was a power only he had, he would smile and it would make you smile too.

"It's alright, I can be sneaky when I want. Especially to the kitchen. They never know when I was there."

That made you let out a snort before laughing completely. Forgetting about proper manners or who could be watching you at the moment, you just lived that fragment of time. Enjoy it how it should be enjoyed.

"Speaking of..."

He continued, bringing his hands in front of him only for you to notice the small package covered with white fabric. You smiled widely at him.

"...I managed to sneak out some fish-shaped pastries."

You let out a squeal while Hoseok unwrapped the package and opened the lid for you to see he had bought your favourite dessert.

"Thank you, Hobi! I've been craving this since last week!"

With that, you took one and immediately began eating it, savouring the sweet flavour inside your mouth as you closed your eyes for a moment.

"Why didn't you just order for the maids to bring some pastries to your room, your highness?"

You sighed, swallowing the sweet treat only for then to say, your joyous face turning slightly sombre when the bubble of happiness was suddenly popped with reality.

"I am not allowed to eat anything like this, at least not until my wedding day. King's orders."

Hoseok's eyes widened in surprise at your words. Panic flared through his features as he came to the sudden realisation that he was disobeying the king's direct order. He looked around frantically, searching for people nearby that had witnessed him giving you the pastries while you continued to munch on another bite of the sweet treat.

The next thing he did, however, made your eyes widen as the remainder of the fish-shaped sweet was taken from your hand rather abruptly only for Hoseok to throw it in his mouth at the end. It all happened too fast you were left staring at your best with a dumbfounded face.

"Yah! Why did you d-"

You cut your sentence when you spotted one of the court ladies followed by a group of maids appearing in your peripheral vision. You quickly straightened your back while Hoseok hid the package he was holding behind his back, swallowing the remains of the pastry he took from your hands.

The court lady bowed when she stood in front of you, the other maids mirroring her actions. When she stood back up, she said, her voice cold and her attitude as strict as always.

"My Lady, His Majesty; The King, has requested your presence at the main hall."

You curtsided softly, a soft smile on your face.

"Thank you, I shall go there immediately."

And with that, you turned around and began walking along the large gardens with Hobi following you at a proper distance. When you rounded a corner and were out of the court lady's sight, you sighed. Hoseok caught up to you and you smiled at him.

"Thanks, Hobi."

Those whispered words made him smile, he looked back before saying.

"I should probably go back, I'll see you later, princess."

You nodded at him with a soft smile over your beautiful features and he bowed slightly at you only for then to fast-walk to the opposite direction from where you stood. You were left alone again and took a deep breath before you continued on your way to the throne room where your presence was requested.

"Her highness, princess Lee (y/n), has entered the main hall!"

The eunuch announced, you walked towards the throne with your hands clasped in front of you, your head low as you made your way across the place.

"You wished to see me, Your Majesty?"

You said, you gaze glued to the floor after you bowed at your father. He chuckled a bit, before saying.

"Princess (y/n), your fiancé, Prince of the Park family will be visiting us this autumn, the wedding will be held here, in the royal palace. I expect you to behave accordingly, dearest."

You bowed to him, not surprised at all with the news as you were already aware that the man you were going to marry was coming to stay at the palace, thanks to one of the maids who eavesdropped a conversation between two of the court ladies.

"I will do as you wish, Your Majesty."

He nodded, allowing you to retreat back to your room. The moment you were out of the main hall you let out a deep sigh. This was it. You were really getting married by the end of the year. You just hoped that the Prince of the Park family would be a nice person and would treat you right. Perhaps there would be no love in that marriage, you didn't expect it at all but the least you could get was the rightful place as his wife and Queen of Gyeongdong.

It was unfair, yes. Had you hoped to meet your only true love while being a child, of course but that wasn't your story anymore. You weren't a princess that needed to be rescued by a charming man only for then to fall in love. You had a duty with the kingdom, with your father and with yourself.

This marriage had to happen, even if you didn't totally approve of it. It was something that had to be done and there was no turning back.

"The Princess is getting married this winter."

The announcement made the royal guards look towards their superior as he stood at the doorway of the place they were having dinner.

"Her Highness is so lucky."

"She is marrying a Prince."

"Obviously, she is really beautiful."

"I wish I could get someone as beautiful as the Princess."

These and more murmurs could be heard in the room where all the guards enjoyed their warm food. But then, their superior, Captain Min Yoongi said, his voice back to its commanding tone.

"Yah! I didn't tell you all this for you to fantasise about your non-existent love life. This is important, the Princess needs to be guarded with more attention now that the wedding is close to the agreed date. Now, finish all your dinner and we will begin with the night's patrol in a couple of minutes."

With that, the captain left the place. Going back to his own personal quarters until it was time for the patrolling.

Meanwhile, at the guard's dinner table, the murmurs and comments didn't stop.

"They say Her Highness is marrying the Prince of the Park family."

"No, no, no, you heard it wrong. She is marrying the Kim's family first born. I heard they are the wealthiest family after the royal family in all of Gyeongdong."

You paced back and forth in your room. Tomorrow was the day that you usually went down to the city and left the confinement of the palace. But now, you were prohibited from leaving the royal grounds. The hot summer air entered through the opened windows and you stopped pacing. It would be of no use if you tried to convince the head court lady to let you go out.

She would immediately tell your father and that wouldn't do any good. Right now, you don't need any more prohibitions, what you needed was to get out of the place, just for a day. Clear your head from all the wedding plans and stuff that was forced into you.

You sat down with a huff, your skirts puffing out with your action. There was no-one that would take you out of the place tomorrow as they'd all fear the consequences if they got caught.

Perhaps I can beg father one last time. I'll beg on my knees if I have to.

With that thought in mind, you stood up from your crouching position and grabbed one of the lanterns in your room before you left the comfortable place and walked along the gardens, the lantern illuminating your path as you made your way to the King's palace.

"Your Majesty, Princess (y/n) has requested an audience with you. She said it was urgent."

Said the king's personal royal guard. He then told him after taking a sip from his cup of tea.

"Let her in."

The guard bowed and walked towards the closed doors, he opened the entrance way and you entered your father's room. Your head hung low. When you found yourself standing in front of him with the table with his dinner being the only thing between you both, you commented in a soft voice.

"Your Majesty, forgive me for coming here late at night but I have a request to make you."

The king sighed, putting his small cup on the table and giving you his complete attention.

"Go on."

You gulped, preparing the words you were about to say. It was now or never.

"I... I wish to go down to the city tomorrow."

You heard him take a deep breath and you screwed your eyes shut. Had you been, perhaps, too direct with your petition?

"We have already discussed this. I will not let you leave this place until you are married. Go back to your room."

His words made you feel hopeless, trapped in a cage. A golden cage. A lump began forming in your throat due to his harsh tone but you wouldn't back away that easily. Your father's eyes widened when you sank down on your knees, your eyes leaving the ground only to lock them with the man who raised you.

"Please. I beg you. I'm not asking you this as the Princess and future Queen of Gyeongdong but as your daughter. I feel trapped here, it's suffocating. I promise I'll behave completely when the Prince and his family come to the palace but I plead to you to let me enjoy the little time I have as an unmarried woman.

I promise I won't disappoint you, father. Please, don't keep me here like a trophy. Please just let me go out once a week. That's all I'm asking."

There was silence after you finished, a silence that was beginning to feel asphyxiating. There was no noise that could be heard, not even the rustling of the wind outside and you could swear that you'd be able to hear a drop of ink landing on the ground with how silent the atmosphere had suddenly gone.

"Go back to your room, (y/n). I don't want to discuss this any further."

You let out a defeated sigh, blinking back the tears that had gathered in your (e/c) eyes. Standing up, you bowed at your father and said before leaving the room.

"Goodnight, Your Majesty."

When you found yourself back in your room was when you finally let your tears go. The lantern you were carrying was left abandoned near the entrance way as you made your way to your bed setting. You didn't even bother to change from your dress and laid down over the soft covers.

You already knew that once you got married you wouldn't be able to leave the palace unless it was some kind of political matter that would require your presence otherwise you'd stay in the palace grounds forever.

And now, when you had the chance of enjoying the last remains of your time alone, your father prohibited it. The tears rolled down your cheeks as you curled yourself under the blankets, the tears were a reflection of your anger and sadness but mostly a feeling of hopelessness that had settled in your heart since the news of your engagement was announced.

You didn't know when exactly you fell asleep but when you opened your eyes again, you were met with your room illuminated by the early sun rays. You sat up and rubbed the sleep from your eyes, when you stood up you heard one of your personal damsels say from the outside of your room.

"Your Highness, your new clothes are ready."

Walking towards the entrance way, you opened the door and let the maid as well as two more women who always assisted her in dressing you inside the place you had slept last night.

One of the three women inside began arranging your bed setting while another one displayed your clothes for the day. You had to admit it was a beautiful dress with a deep blue purple and puffy skirt and a white top which had details in light blue. The silk of the dress seemed soft at the touch and you could swear it was as all your dresses were made with the best fabrics of Gyeongdong.

"My Lady, can we assist you in getting ready for today?"

The maid who had spoken not even five minutes ago outside of your room asked, her voice was gentle and she kept her gaze lowered. Her words triggered something inside you. What was the point in getting ready if no-one was going to see such fine clothes? No-one, other than the people at the palace saw you walk around the gardens so, was it really worth it using these clothes when all you did was stay inside all day?

No.

That was what you answered to yourself. It wasn't fair, it wasn't needed. It wasn't worth it. You were deep in thought as you let the three maids dress you up with the beautiful dress that was, indeed, very soft to the touch.

When you came out of your thoughts, you were sitting on the floor as delicate fingers ran through your hair, combining it and styling it properly. Just as the maid was about to put a couple of pins in your hair, another one of the damsels suddenly said, making you look up from your lap.

"Princess, His Majesty is coming here!"

You stood up, dusting off your skirts only for then to go to the door. The three maids followed you. When you opened the entrance way and found yourself in the doorway of your own palace you saw how your father stood in the garden in front of your door. Captain Min stood at his right as four other guards stayed behind the King.

You bowed, your damsels mirroring your action until you spoke in a clear yet emotionless voice.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. What can I do for you this early in the morning?"

The king let out a deep breath, you lifted your head and looked at your father, your hands clasped together in front of you.

"I am assigning you a personal royal guard,"

That instantly caught your attention, the look in your eyes changing to one of hope upon hearing that sentence.

"only with him by your side are you allowed to leave the palace grounds."

You had to bite down on your bottom lip to suppress the smile that threatened to grow on your face.

"First Officer Jeon,"

Your father named out and one of the four guards stepped at the front, kneeling in front of his king. From your perspective, you could tell he was tall and well built, you stood in the doorway without moving, expecting your father's next words.

"you are to keep the princess safe until the day you die. Her safety is in your hands. You must accompany her to wherever she wishes to go and never let her out of your sight. That is your duty as the princess' personal royal guard."

The man you came to know his name was Officer Jeon then said, his voice low and certain of his next words.

"I swear no harm will ever fall upon Her Highness as long as my heart is beating. I'll protect her with my life."

You swallowed at his words, the severity of his vow downing on you.

"Very well, stand up Officer Jeon. Princess (y/n), you are now free to leave the palace just remember the rules, I don't want you going out everyday or staying out until late at night."

You bowed once more, a wide smile over your lips.

"I appreciate your generosity, Your Majesty. I promise to follow the rules to the fullest."

The king chuckled and you straightened up, a gleam of happiness in your eyes.

"Very well then, I shall take my leave."

You all bowed as the king left, Captain Min Yoongi and the other three guard following him as they began discussing some plans of safety for Gyeongdong but your mind couldn't care about their strategies at the moment as the happiness of going out once more clouded any other thought that could cross your mind.

First Officer Jeon turned around, facing you. You smiled at him before looking at one of the maids that were smiling among themselves.

"Bring me my outer robe and small handbag, please."

"Right away, Your Highness."

The damsel quickly went inside your room to fetch the items you just requested, in the meantime you turned towards the man whose duty was to protect you at all costs. He was looking across the garden, perhaps he hadn't been this much in this part of the palace. You thought to yourself.

The summer outer robe in white silk was placed over your shoulders and you grabbed the bag from the maid's hand. You thanked her before skipping along the small steps until your feet landed on the green grass that covered the outside territory of your palace.

"Shall we go, Officer Jeon?"

You walked down the first steps of the palace, the main gate opened and you felt like you could suddenly breathe again. A sigh escaped your lips as you ventured through the gate and out of the palace, a golden prison.

Your personal guard was trailing behind you, keeping a proper distance between you both. You watched him from the corner of your eyes, approaching the city as you two walked towards it.

"You can walk next to me, you know?"

First Officer Jeon looked at the back of your head upon hearing those words.

"That wouldn't be proper of me, Princess."

You pouted slightly before you turned to face him while still walking backwards to the city. His eyes widened a bit at your action and took in how care-free you looked.

"But what if someone attacks me and you are standing behind me? You should always walk by my side."

A soft smile was plastered over your features while still facing him. However, he ignored what you said and commented, his voice a bit more distant than before.

"You will trip if you walk like that."

It was a statement rather than a possibility and that had you frowning up at him. If he was going to be like this then your little trips to the city and nearby villages were going to be a bit dull, at least until you got to your desired destination.

"I won't! I don't lik-"

But your sentence got cut off when, just as he predicted, you tripped with a small rock. You gasped when you felt your body being pulled down to the ground by gravity, the heavy skirts of your dress not allowing you to gain back your footing.

It was only when you felt a firm hand grasping yours and a pull over your body when you were back on your feet.

"I told you you would trip over."

Officer Jeon said, his voice cold and distant but you were able to catch a tinge of humour behind his words. A soft blush painted your cheeks when you realised he was still holding your hand in his surprisingly warm one.

Out of a sudden you felt shy, retrieving your hand from his grasp and taking a couple of steps away from him as you hadn't noticed just how close the two of you were a mere second ago.

"That... that was- it wouldn't... aish. I don't like for people to walk behind me, I feel like I'm being followed. Just... just do me the favour, could you? Just walk next to me, I promise you won't get in trouble."

He sighed, looking around before agreeing with a silent nod.

"And, thanks by the way. For not letting me fall down."

He bowed slightly, the both of you continuing your path down to the city.

"I was just doing my work, Princess."

You had to bite down on your lip to keep the smile from shining all over your face. He indeed took that vow to heart. You thought. Looking up at him, you noticed just how handsome your personal guard was and a warm sensation spread all over your body.

"So... tell me. What's your name? How would you like me to call you?"

Your question made him look down at you for a split second but you continued to watch him with curiosity. If he was going to always be with you, at least you could be friends?

"I am the First Officer of the Royal Guards, Jeon Jungkook. You can call me as you please, My Lady."

Jeon Jungkook.

You had to admit the name suited him. You blinked at him and said with a smile, more of asked him though.

"Is it okay if I call you just by your first name?"

Jungkook kept his gaze straight forward as he answered your question.

"As I told you, Princess, you may call me as you please."

You smiled at him, some silence falling between you both. It was a comfortable one and you just knew that you and Jungkook would get along pretty well. You could feel it.

"It's the Princess!"

A villager exclaimed when he caught sight of you with your royal guard walking by your side.

"She's back!"

"Her Highness has arrived!"

This and more exclamations were heard among the people that were suddenly surrounding you and Jungkook. You gave a sweet smile to all the people who greeted you and bowed respectfully at you, their Princess.

Jungkook was alert, keeping an eye on you while checking the place. The crowd began getting bigger and bigger and to him, that only meant the risk of something happening that could put your safety on the line was increasing.

He had never seen the people from the city so enthusiastic about someone, however he could tell you were really loved by Gyeongdong's citizens.

With a smile, you received the little gifts from the people all while Jungkookk never left your side. You could feel how tense he was when there were too many people around you but, even if you had only met him that same morning, you felt safe with him.

You knew that as long as he was next to you, no harm would come over you. It was strange but for some reason, he radiated that sense of protection.

Later that day, you sat under a wide tree located in the middle of the village, Jungkook was standing at your left side, his eyes scanning the area like a hawk. You opened one of the bags you were gifted that a kind, older woman had given you. A smile was painted over your face when your eyes landed on the fish-shaped pastries you loved so much.

Jungkook looked down at you as you giggled softly and began eating the sweet treat.

"You can sit down, you know?"

You voiced out after having swallowed the pastry. When you looked up you found him already looking at you.

"And don't say "it's not proper" you can sit down and still keep me safe."

Jungkook sighed, of course it was not proper for him to sit next to you however, your care-free spirit slowly but surely got to him and he was about to crouch down on the floor next to you. But how could he? He was just your royal guard, people could misunderstand his actions for wanting something from you which wasn't true. He had one duty and that was to protect you at all costs but it seemed you were making it difficult with your soft aura and kind spirit and it was just the first day with this new job.

"No, Princess. I must stay here, I have a place next to you and that is as your royal guard."

Now it was your time to sigh, you knew he was right but was it really that harmful to just try to be friends with him? Perhaps he viewed it that way but you couldn't help it, you had been so alone your entire life that it was only natural for you to try and establish some kind of relationship in terms of friendship.

"I'm sorry. You are right."

With that, you stood up, not feeling in the mood to stay there any longer.

"You don't have to apologise, Princess. It is, after all, my job."

Another sigh escaped your lips as you began walking along the path that led to the palace. Jungkook following you from behind and he couldn't help but think how his action ruined the enthusiastic mood you were in some hours ago however, he knew it was necessary to set the boundaries since the very beginning otherwise something harmful could happen between him and you, the lonely princess who was destined to be queen and possessed a big heart.

When you were back at the palace, Jungkook made sure to escort you to your room but as you were about to enter the place, you turned to him and said, a soft smile over your lips though not as wide as when the both of you had parted from the royal grounds.

"Thank you for coming with me to the city."

He bowed down at you, not saying a word. When he straightened back up he was met with the sight of you holding a small bag towards him.

"You can have them, you looked like you wanted some of them. I won't be able to finish them all anyway."

Jungkook took the bag from your hand hesitantly, his fingers brushing yours for a split second before the contact was broken.

"I appreciate your generosity, Princess. Rest well."

You smiled a little wider at him, your hands clasping in front of you.

"You rest as well, Jungkook."

With that being said you entered your room, sliding the door shut. Only when Jungkook saw that you had closed the door did he begin walking back to his own room.

He let out a deep breath as he sat on the floor, the little bag you had given him before going back to your room was still in his hand and he couldn't help but open the small package. Surprised struck Jungkook when he saw the fish-shaped pastries inside. Had he been too obvious when he looked at you while you ate them? Maybe he was.

A soft smile adorned his handsome face as he took one out and began eating it. He had never before met you in person, he had never before been in your presence and certainly not that close as today but he couldn't deny that the Princess of Gyeongdong was a kind-hearted woman, blessed with her mother's beauty and her father's intelligence.

As he finished the pastry, he couldn't help but think that his words were a little harsh to you. You were only being friendly with him but he was afraid he could get you in trouble for such indecencies. But if you didn't mind him being that close to you, was it really a problem?

He recalled all the times he had seen you. From afar. And you always looked to be quite lonely for the future queen of Gyeongdong. You were always immersed in yourself and, even in those countable memories he had of you before he became your personal guard, your eyes seemed to sparkle when someone talked to you, when someone, anyone, brought you out of your little bubble of loneliness.

You had been extremely happy that morning when you got to know he was going to be accompanying you to the city and Jungkook couldn't describe the way your eyes had lit up when you found out he was going to be around you until you got married, maybe even after that.

Perhaps there was still time to change your perspective of him, maybe he could get you to open a bit to him. Yes, he was supposed to protect you but that didn't mean only physical harm but emotional pain too. If what you needed was some company afterall, he was more than capable of giving you that.

He would try, he had to. Jungkook couldn't picture you, the sweet Princess, not smiling at all. It was one of your many beautiful qualities. And maybe, he could be the person you needed to bring you out of your self-absorbed world.

Besides, he didn't intend to be involved with you, not even in friendship. So, was there a problem at all?

One Month Later

It was early in the morning when Jungkook found himself walking towards your room. His own bedroom was close to yours in case anything happened. Well, as close as it was proper for it to be. He made his way through a path he now knew by memory as every day, for the past month, he had waited for you outside of your room only to never leave your side throughout the day up until it was nighttime and the both of you had to part ways.

Jungkook could tell that you were now more relaxed in his presence than the beginning, even if you had seemed okay at first when he practically was glued to you, now it was so normal to you that you even felt strange in those rare moments when he wasn’t with you.

He also kept his own promise, he set the boundaries with you and the pair of you existed as just that, employer and employee. He was meant to protect, you were the one he needed to protect. That was it. Or at least that was what Jungkook told himself every night before going to sleep.

When he stopped by your room, he got surprised, nearly alarmed as you weren’t there and the door was opened. He cursed under his breath and turned around, already with some places in mind to search for you until he spotted one of the maids.

As he approached her, he noticed it was the woman who always helped you get dressed in the mornings, she also did your hair and makeup for the day.

"Excuse me, is Her Highness in the royal grounds? I just came here but she isn't in her room."

The damsel put down her basket that had in it clean, white sheets and replayed almost immediately as she could sense Jungkook's panic laced voice.

"She is in the practice grounds. Or at least that's what she commented this morning."

Jungkook thanked the kind maid before jogging off to the practice grounds of the palace.

The moment he arrived, he was met with a swishing sound across the air followed by a muttered curse. Peaking over through some bushes, Jungkook sighted you standing in the middle of the place, a bow in your left hand while the other held an arrow.

You were wearing a fine and beautiful dress with a white skirt and light pink top all made in expensive silk. Jungkook watched you shoot another arrow to the target mark, your eyes focused and you breathing even. Your posture could be improved but you had gotten the hang of it. He watched as you took a deep breath before letting go of the arrow and he couldn't help but watch not your actions but you.

He admired how beautiful you looked dressed in such fine clothes, with your hair styled to perfection and how you carried yourself. He watched how your left hand gripped the bow tightly up until your knuckles turned white, such delicate hands that he had seen holding unharmful items like a paintbrush or a book, were now holding a dangerous and powerful weapon, if used correctly.

As the arrow travelled through the air, time seemed to go in slow motion as he watched a couple of rebellious strands of hair fly slightly with the movement. But his trance was broken when the arrow landed a couple of feet away from the target mark, on the ground.

A frustrated sigh escaped your lips as you walked towards where other arrows rested. Ignoring the quantity of how many arrows you had already fired and now rested on the floor, you positioned the arrow in your bow and prepared yourself to fire it.

"You need to relax, Princess."

The sudden voice said from behind you startled you causing the arrow to fall on the ground before you even had the chance to fire it. A gasp escaped your lips as you turned around only to be met with Jungkook who approached your figure with calculated steps.

He was wearing his usual uniform in a deep shade of blue, a sword attached to a belt that hugged his waist but something about his presence that morning intrigued you.

"You scared me."

Was your statement once he stood at arms length. He looked down at you and you held his strong gaze.

"I apologise, Your Highness. I didn't mean to."

You relaxed and let out a defeated sigh.

"You have good skills but your posture can be improved."

At Jungkook's words you lifted your gaze, meeting his dark brown eyes with your own once more. He gestured towards your bow with his chin and asked, his voice gentle like a summer breeze.

"May I?"

You nodded, handing him your bow. The warmth of his fingers brushed yours and you had to bite back a smile. He crouched down and picked up the arrow that had fallen from your grasp a moment ago.

Jungkook positioned himself and you watched his every move.

"You are too tense while holding the bow, if your hold is firm but at the same time gentle it will give you stability."

You listened carefully to his explanations as your eyes were glued to him and for the first time since he became your personal guard were you able to admire him. Properly admire him.

Your gaze landed on his focused face, on how his eyes were put on the target mark and nothing else. Then, you travelled to his lips and marvelled on the way he was pulling back the arrow until it touched the corner of his lips softly. His jawline was defined as if it had been sculpted by the gods.

His broad shoulders carried years of training and you could see how his muscles could be traced even with more than one layer of clothing. His veiny hands held the bow and the arrow with expertise and you found yourself trapped in a trance in which only Jungkook existed.

He fired the arrow, hitting the target in its centre. You looked amazed at the clean shot he did and he commented, giving you back your bow.

"Would you like to try again, Princess?"

You nodded and took the bow. Jungkook walked where the rest of the arrows were and picked one up. He handed it to you and you took it softly from his grasp. You positioned the arrow and prepared yourself to shoot.

You silently gasped when you felt a large hand over your left one, the one holding the bow and it took you less than a second to realise it was Jungkook who was guiding you. You smelled his scent from behind you and felt the light pressure of his body at your back but it wasn't uncomfortable, on the contrary, you felt safe being this close to him. It was... Soothing, to say the least.

"You need to relax your hand a bit more."

Following his instructions, he smiled.

"Good, now take a deep breath. Straighten up a bit more and concentrate."

You did as you were told, closing your eyes and relishing in the comfort Jungkook provided. The warm feeling of his hand over yours was nearly overwhelming. The moment you opened your eyes again, the only thing you could focus on was on the target. Letting go of the arrow, it travelled through the air with a mute noise and landed directly on the mark.

A gasp left your lips and Jungkook let go of your hand just as you turned around and looked up at him. Your smile showed pure happiness, a happiness he was responsible for and for some reason, that settled a spark of proudness in his chest.

"I wasn't aware that you knew archery."

He lifted an eyebrow, almost in a teasing way.

"I am a royal guard, Princess. Of course I know how to shoot an arrow."

You laughed at his words. Stupid, of course he would know that. You scolded yourself inwardly, thoughts masked by a soft smile.

"Do you have any plans for today, My Lady?"

His question brought you out of your embarrassing state and you let out a sigh upon remembering what you had to do today.

"Not much really. I don't think I'll be able to visit the city today. The King ordered a seamstress to make a new dress for me, for my birthday ceremony."

Jungkook nodded, walking to a nearby bench only for then to sit down, all while keeping an eye on you as you practised your archery skills for a little more time.

"Isn't your birthday in autumn, Princess?"

You looked up at Jungkook while he kept his gaze glued to the front.

"Yes but the King prepares everything with so much anticipation as you may already know, the day I was born was when other events occurred at the same time like the Queen's passing and Gyeongdong's victory against the Jejin kingdom in the north."

He looked down at you only to lock his eyes with you and he was able to read the sadness behind your explanation. Jungkook couldn't imagine just how lonely your life had been, with your mother dying in childbirth and formally meeting your father when you were three when he returned from the war.

He knew you suffered as a child even when you were the Princess and had access to whatever you wanted at any time of the day. A lonely girl with a planned future. He knew you were to become Queen in winter, the ceremony occurring the same day as your wedding day was scheduled.

"Have you ever met him?"

His question made you blink, parting your gaze from his penetrating brown orbs.

"No. I've never met the Prince I was promised in marriage. But I guess that's how arranged marriages work, don't they?"

A humourless chuckle followed your words and Jungkook could easily tell that you didn't want to get married, at least not in this way.

When the both of you arrived to where the seamstress was waiting for you, Jungkook stood in the farthest corner of the room making himself invisible as the kind lady began taking your measurements and explained to you what kind of fabrics you were allowed to wear for your wedding day.

You picked everything with a dull expression, already tired of all the wedding preparations. Your eyes drifted here and there toward Jungkook, secretly hoping that he would also look at you but his gaze was lost in the place. He kept his head low and never did he make it for you both to lock eyes, even when he felt your gaze over him from time to time.

-ambience-

"Hobi, are you alright? I haven't seen you for nearly two weeks!"

You whispered-shouted at your best friend. It was early in the morning, so early that the sun wasn't out yet, the sky was still dark and silence drowned the palace. You stood outside of your room still wearing your sleeping clothes, your bare feet touching the fresh grass as Hoseok had woken you at such an hour saying that there was something important he needed to tell you.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me, Princess. There's something you need to know,"

Even in the darkness, with the only source of light being a small paper lantern he carried in his left hand, you could see the seriousness behind Hoseok's words, whatever he was about to tell you was, indeed, important.

You signalled him to continue and he said, his tone low, words carried with the hot summer breeze of the early hours.

"I've been away for sometime because I travelled with my father to the North. As you may know, the news of your wedding with the Prince of the Park family had reached every town of the country but suspicious activity was reported to His Majesty a month ago."

Now that was definitely urgent for you to know. There was someone that was organising something. Something bad.

"That's where Jejin was situated before my father conquered it, isn't it?"

Hobi nodded, his usually cheerful eyes now filled with worry. Worry for you, his best friend. For Gyeongdong and for his family. The possibility of war had increased and if the problem didn't get solved not only the royal family would be in danger but all the innocent citizens of Gyeongdong.

"His Majesty suspects that a rebellious group is taking Jejin's place, trying to take the throne which also means stopping your wedding, Princess. The King also believes that the group is being controlled by one of the Ministers."

Your eyes went wide when you heard the last sentence. Was truly a traitor sitting in front of the King in his own palace? You looked around you, suddenly feeling insecure about being in your own room. You realised then that Hobi had spoken of such secret information outside of your room, in the gardens. What if someone heard?

"Let's go inside, it's dangerous for you to be telling me this in the gardens."

Hoseok shook his head, his worried eyes never leaving your figure.

"No, Princess. That would look suspicious if anyone had their eyes on us right now. I only came here tonight to give you fish-shaped pastries."

His words were whispered, even when in the silence you feared they could be heard. The next thing you knew was that he was giving you a package covered by soft fabric, just like every other time he had given you sweets. A forced smile was latched onto his face, trying to make this look as normal as possible.

You eyes the package and slowly took it from his grasp.

"Smile, Princess. I just gave you your favourite treat. Smile and go back to your room and keep smiling until you close the door."

His instructions were said between clenched teeth and airy words, all while keeping the gentle look on his face. You did as instructed though Hobi could tell you were scared, it was reflected in your eyes.

"Thank you for the pastries, you know how much I like them."

With that said, you turned around and walked to your room, your smile never leaving your face. Once in the privacy of your quarters, you sat down on the floor while processing everything Hoseok just said to you.

A traitor.

A traitor in the court.

Marriage.

Jejin.

Traitor.

Danger.

Possibility of war

A traitor.

Your mind kept swirling around those words, not grasping the fact that there was someone who didn't want you to become Queen, who didn't want your father's bloodline to stay on the throne.

You looked at the package Hobi gave you, something inside you telling you that what was inside it were not fish-shaped pastries. You untied the fabric and pulled out the box only to find a letter there. Without giving it much thought, you unfolded it and quickly recognised Hoseok's handwriting.

Princess, there wasn't enough time for me to tell you this but you need to be careful. Captain Yoongi informed me that you now have a personal royal guard to keep you safe, that's good. You can trust him, he is a good man.

You need to stay alert, don't trust anyone other than His Majesty, Captain Yoongi, my father, me and of course Jungkook. He'll keep you safe.

I wish I could tell you everything's going to be alright but I can't be sure, at least not now. You cannot be alone now, please. Stay close to Jungkook, it's for your own safety.

Hobi.

That letter was the last piece of information you needed for realisation to fall upon you. Whatever was happening was dangerous and it threatened your safety.

You felt a sudden urge to go to Jungkook, be near him. He made you feel safe and now, when things could get difficult, for some reason he grounded you from your own thoughts and fears. You could trust him, you knew that since day one. He was going to protect you and that night, you slept with the vow he made to your father about keeping you safe. You were aware that no harm would ever fall over you as long as he was with you.

However, little did you know someone had seen your entire interaction with Hoseok in the gardens. Someone hiding behind the bushes in the darkness of the early morning.

Jungkook rowed the small boat to cross the lake. You sat opposite him, your expression bored as you leaned over one of the edges, your arm supporting your head while your eyes were glued to the crystalline water.

You had barely talked since he went to your room that morning, the usual spark in your eyes was gone, leaving empty yet still beautiful (e/c) orbs behind. You didn't smile as brightly as before, your smile carried a sadness with it, a sorrow.

He wanted to ask you what was wrong, he wanted to know. A part of him needed to know. Jungkook didn't know why he was having such strong needs, such emotions. He was only meant to protect you, to keep you away from harm and that included any type of harm.

Suddenly, he stopped rowing but that didn't make you look up from your lost gaze in the waters.

"Princess,"

You hummed when you heard Jungkook speak to you though you didn't look at him, your eyes continuing to gaze down at the waters below.

"may I ask you a question?"

"You already did."

Was your response. It was dull, something in it ached in between the words. It wasn't normal of you, for as long as Jungkook himself could tell. He sighed, before speaking again.

"Are you alright?"

You blinked when he asked that as you rose yourself from your leaning position over the edge to finally look at your personal guard. Your eyes carried something he had never seen before.

Worry.

It was crystal clear, at least to Jungkook. You were worried about something and, for some strange reason, a reason he didn't know, it worried him too to see you like this. It physically pained him to see you, the care-free and sweet Princess in such a sour mood. Carrying such heavy weights over your shoulders.

You didn't say anything, you couldn't. You were scared, you were worried for the kingdom, for your father, for Hobi, for yourself, for your life. It was too much. Too much to process in a single morning. Too much information that it overwhelmed you to the point of tears watering your eyes.

"Is it something about what the counsellor's son told you this morning?"

You gasped at his statement. Jungkook wasn't going to deny it. Yes, he had seen your interaction with Hoseok that very morning, he had seen the way you smiled when he gave you a small package, even when the gardens were drowning in the darkness of the early hours of the day, he could tell you were smiling thanks to the small source of light that was Hoseok's lantern.

"You didn't have the right to do that. You are my royal guard but you can't invade my privacy like that!"

The way you raised your voice at the end made him mentally curse himself. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned that.

"I'm sorry, Princess. It was an accident. I didn't mean to spy on you."

You narrowed your eyes at him, somehow deep within you, you knew he was telling the truth but you didn't want to believe him, you didn't want to slide it off. He had invaded your privacy and that was out of the line.

"He went there to give me my pastries. You know I'm not allowed to eat them until my wedding day. Hoseok is my best friend but of course I don't have to give you any explanation of my decisions. You are meant to do a job so just... just do it. Stop trying to always make me happy, life is not like that! Stop it, just... stop it. Please."

Your words crushed his heart, not because of what you said to him but because they only proved his beliefs, something had happened, something that was hurting you.

"You only have to do what you were told to do. You don´t have to care for me, not in this way. You are asking if I'm alright and as you can see, I'm not physically hurt so stop caring so much, you don't have to do it."

The look he gave you the next second was enough for you to know that your words, even though they were cruel, had gotten to him. Tears brimmed at the corner of your eyes and you did your utmost to blink them back. Jungkook stared at you, his jaw clenched and you felt like he wanted to say so many things to you but he was refraining himself.

His eyes bored themselves into yours and in that moment you wished the water would swallow you completely so that you wouldn't face him.

That's good. You have to stay away. You have to stay away from me so that you can't get hurt. Please, Jungkook. Just back off.

You thought to yourself as you continued to watch each other. The atmosphere tensing.

"But... what if I care?"

A tear rolled down your cheek slowly. No, please don't say that. Please... He ran a hand through his hair and looked back at you.

"I care for you, Princess."

You closed your eyes, letting the tears freely fall down your cheeks.

"You can't."

Whispered words reached his ears. Making his heart shake with the need to hold you, promise you that it was going to be alright.

"But I do."

You opened your eyes, looking at Jungkook through blurry vision. His eyes were filled with tears and you felt an ache in your heart at the sight of his tears.

"You weren't supposed to. You were only meant to protect me, Jungkook. That's it, nothing else."

He sighed, his eyes lowering to your trembling hands resting on your lap. He had a sudden urge to hold them. To hold you. To comfort you.

"I know. Love is blind, Princess. No-one gets to choose."

You took a shaky breath, calming yourself a bit only for him to continue.

"I'm sorry, this is all my fault. I'll... I'll accept the punishment for my actions, Your Highness."

He lowered his head, ready to accept whatever consequences there were for his actions. In that moment, Jungkook realised you were untouchable, the forbidden fruit he had come to desire, an expensive and beautiful jewel he could never have.

"No."

At that, he lifted his gaze and looked at you who gazed at him with such hurt in your eyes it forced him to swallow the lump in his throat.

"You are not getting punished for this. No-one should. It... It just happened and I couldn't... I wouldn't be able to see you go."

A tear left his eye, rolling down his cheek while leaving a wet trail over his honey skin.

"I care for you too, Jungkook."

That was the moment the seasons changed. The warm days were over and both you and Jungkook knew that. It was forbidden, it was socially unacceptable, a disgrace.

You were engaged, the Princess who was going to become Queen while he was only your personal guard. Meant to protect you of any harm. But he was just that, a royal guard. A handsome middle-class man caring way more than needed for you, King Lee's only daughter.

He, as well as you, were aware that colder days were to come soon. And just like that, with simple words that revealed each other's heart, the summer days were over.

Four Seasons Taglist: @seokout

May 28/2023

Likes, Reblogs & Comments are really appreciated!!!

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the-lemonaut · 7 months ago

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Let's try this again, tumblr. Let's hope this one actually shows up in the feed.

Beware 🍉scam posts, like this one, most likely:

Now I can't guarantee it's 100% fake, but a few red flags pop up that make me believe it's not legit.

Firstly, this is not the first account to post this copy-paste, there have been at least 3 more, all posting this same text during April 2024. All of them are now inactive:

I also found a person in the notes for the 3rd one claiming they got it sent to their inbox, when the blog was only a day old:

Next up: you'd think a real person who's been trying to get donations for such a serious matter would show some frustration, have some opinions or anything of the sort, but all this blog has is reblogs of (extremely popular) posts in support of 🍉and an (imo) extremely generic bio/profile:

There are 39 reblogs in total, no original posts besides the copy-paste, and all of those reblogs have been made on April 30th between 6:31 and 6:36 PM. No tags in sight anywhere, just seemingly mechanical reshares.

At 6:31 they reblogged some twitter screenshots, at 6:32 they reblogged a 4-minute video, and in that same 32nd minute they reblogged 5 more posts. They did not watch that video.

Fake accounts tend to reblog/post lots of stuff in a short period of time to create an illusion of being a legitimate person with a life and opinions, hoping nobody checks the date of the posts.

And finally, the link they give to donate to them leads to this Paypal page (this is public information so I feel it is appropriate to share as a demonstration):

While it's technically possible for almost anyone to have any sort of name, Wafula is a male Kenyan name, putting into question the purpose of the woman on the profile banner as well as the legitimacy of the person's nationality.

Why am I picking apart a post with less than 60 current notes? As an example.

I'm not immune to being scammed and neither are you. These kinds of posts are a great way for people to get your money because they make you feel sympathy.

It's an old story, really, people have been doing this since forever, we just have to stay alert. Check accounts that ask for donations such as these for legitimacy, even if it might take a bit of your time. Don't let yourself and others be tricked.

Probably stay clear of super young accounts, and/or ones that reblog super popular posts in a matter of minutes and then go quiet etc. Let's save the money for real people who are in real distress.

#recognizing scam posts #i'm not an expert or anything but i can point to things i know #be careful with resharing things in general

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project-sekai-facts · 10 months ago

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Well just based on the news I think the February lim slot has to be a unit event unless they don't care about finishing the rotation before 3.5. January lim could go either way, but because of WxS World Link, that only leaves January lim, February slots 1 and 2, February lim, and March slot 2

Haruka is guaranteed to be one of the perm February slots. Honami could either be January lim or February 1. I think Ena is more likely to be the February lim than Toya is, especially given how the MV types line up. I mean they could do three 3DMV unit events in a row (with a mixed event in there somewhere) since the last 3DMV would end up in March if they do that, but it feels a little more likely they'd do the double 3DMV events and then the next 2DMV. Ena also hasn't had a lim banner with her as the focus (all of her unit events and both of her mixed events have been perms)

I don't know. WxS World Link kinda messes everything up, and the lim schedule is a mess

okay so first off after the stream it occurred to me that i did a big stupid and Honami 4 cannot be the lim banner this month. Lol. Because that would've required them to announce 3 event songs this wandasho channel.

So Toya4 is Toya/Kohane/An lims end of february. Calling it now. Ena I have my doubts about because you could do Ena/Mafuyu/Kaito because both girls are desperate for lims and n25 kaito will be the next vsinger lim, but considering Mizuki has never been rateup on an Ena unit event and also has the most lims in the game right now, I think a Ena/Mizuki rateup for ena4 is most likely.

I will admit I'm still very stuck on things. At the very least it's pretty much confirmed that Hona4 is slot 1 and Haruka4 is slot 2 for february.

Given Emu skipping the rateup she should've had on the current event i'd say she's most likely to be the lim event (plus i think it's too close to akito's last lim when lots of characters have gone nearly a year w/o, and kanade is capped on 4* cards rn). If we look at the characters who need a lim within the next 4 lim events, we have Toya, An, Ena, Mafuyu, Honami, and Emu. Emu already has been featured on mixed events with Ena, Honami and Toya, and we can rule out An based on the likeliness of Toya4 being lim. Emu/Mafuyu works, since they have an established connection, and n25 kaito should be the next vsinger lim and he works with mafuyu.

Also I've seen multiple JP specs that Akito will be the 3.5 event, which makes a lot of sense now that i think about it. it's either kanade, emu, or akito, and miku usually has a 4* on the .5 events. out of those characters, two of them already have a lim miku for their unit. so you could do something like, akito/miku and then maybe ena? i know she was lim on last year's .5 event but there's that 12 month limit thing that's been pretty consistent. plus, pre-established connection. honestly you could probably put Honami on there too because she has a connection to Ena.

then kanade perm mixed after 3.5 god knows who the cards would be on that.

it's patchy, but here's a visual demo of what i'm thinking rn. with this i'm also assuming Ichika/Saki 3.5 fes and Tsukasa/Emu summer fes. mainly based on the fact the WL gacha will end only 8 days before 3.5 (minori and shiho could get away with it because they at least had two weeks between cards). also saki will need a lim more than emu by that point under the assumption that next event is emu.

#asks #speculation

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missacidburn928s-heathenhideaway · 9 months ago

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LUNATIC II

Summary:

Welcome to Tartarus. Things are going to get electrifying 😉

Notes:

Hello Heathens! Smut begins this chapter. HAPPY READING!

Banner by @cafekitsune Divider by @unowakot

You pull up to what looks to be a condemned brick building. Boarded up windows, graffiti, trash littered everywhere and even a homeless man holding court in the alley by the side entrance.

"Hey Mello. How goes the watch?" You ask the vagrant leaning against the wall.

"Nyxy my girl! You're back. And you brought company. Has it been 2 days already? Man I must have got a bad batch off of Slim." He responds with a look of confusion on his face.

"You haven't lost track of time again Mello. I'm back a day early because earth's mightiest over here have some questions for me and in case it gets squirrely I'd rather not get blood on my hardwood back home." You state like it's an everyday fact.

"I gotcha. Gotta protect the safespace. Like I do with this alley. Well. Holler if you need anything. Though I'm sure you won't. And if I hear screaming I'll just tune it out." He leans back against the wall and gets comfy.

The team looks surprised at his statement. Clint even mouths ‘what the fuck’ to Nat and she just shrugs.

"Oh. Speaking of needing anything." You reach into the inner pocket of your leather jacket. "I brought you a new world to explore and some coin for your ventures." You hand over a gently used book and a couple of gift cards.

He glances at the cover. “‘The Last Wish’ Andrzej Sapkowski. A fantasy novel. Interesting.” He inspects the cards. “Looks like you found a way to guarantee I use your money the way you intend me to. I can buy food if I’m hungry. Clothes and shoes if I need them. But I don't understand the last one. Why did you give me a YMCA card with my name on it?”

“Easy. I made you a member. I’ll be paying the dues. That way you can get in and use the facilities to have a hot shower and use the internet if you so chose. Or just harass the teenagers. I know you love to do that.” You answer with a shrug. “Oh and that book is the introduction to a series. If you like it I can bring the next one when you finish. The least I can do is keep you entertained while you stalwartly guard my lair like a loyal hellhound does the gates to the underworld.”

“As always, it's a pleasure to serve you Miss Nyxy my Dark Pixie. My fealty shall never waiver my Queen.” He gives a formal bow of his head.

“As you were Sir Mellow. I’ll leave Wade to keep you company for now.” You nod in response before turning towards the “boarded up” door and removing a brick to expose your lock mechanism.

“Why do I have to stay out of the super secret lair?” Wade pouts. “I wanna see all your toys and offer up my services as a guinea pig. Come on.”

“You know more than anyone how much of a liability you are Wade. I’m not running the risk of your enemies even thinking you spend time here. Don’t pout about it. Be a good boy and I’ll set up some playtime with Ferne for you.” You offer up.

“Full access pass?” He barters.

“For one night only. Under her direction.” You offer.

“Deal.” You shake hands. “I best be on my way then. I’m not needed here and Mello isn't much for conversation. I have people to stalk, things to kill anyway.”

“Night Wade. Try and keep all your body parts this time.” You turn back to the hidden lock, ignoring the group of heroes watching this exchange.

“No promises.” He retorts before running off.

Removing a small dagger from the waistband of your jeans, you prick your middle finger, producing a small drop of blood that you allow the lock to soak up. You suck the remaining blood off your finger, sneakily giving the group the bird as you wait for the tell tale click of the lock disengaging.

Once the door is unlocked, you push it forward and make your way inside. “Don’t dawdle now. The door will close and lock automatically in 30 secs and she’s one heavy bitch.” At your words they speedily head in behind you, Clint barely making it through the entryway as the door begins to pull closed, a hiss sounding as the lock reengages.

“Shit! You weren’t kidding.” He gasps out.

“You’ll find that even though I am rather hilarious. I am also brutally honest. I don’t like to waste words when information is important. Plus I really didn’t feel like cleaning up severed body parts tonight. There’s better things I’d like my muscles aching from.” Your eyes quickly roam over Bucky and Nat, landing on the blonde God behind them, as you speak of aching muscles. I’m sure he would leave a most delicious ache.

You lead them down a small dark hallway until you reach another locked door. For this one you enter a five digit pin and a scanner pops out below the keypad at hip level. You unbutton your jeans and pull down the right side, exposing the gray-scale pinpoint tattoo on your hip. The Goddess Hecate’s Wheel, surrounded by lotus petals. The Ultra-Violet Scanner quickly surveys your skin, picking up on the black light ink hidden within the wheel.

A series of clicks and bangs can be heard as the door unlocks itself, opening with a small release of air. As you button your jeans back up, you turn your head slightly over your shoulder. “Welcome to Tartarus. My little slice of Hell on earth.” You give a devilish little chuckle as you watch a myriad of looks pass along their faces at the moniker of your den of sin.

Thor, nonplussed by the name, catches your eye and gives back a devilish smirk of his own. “I do hope, this is a place for you to commit all your sins.” With a wink he steps inside.

Inquisitive eyes and a range of expressions fill the faces of Earth's Mightiest as they take in your playground of debauchery. Haunting music plays through the speakers as you spin and give an impromptu tour of your open space.

Dark red and black walls, accented with dark gray partitions divide the open space into modified sections. A black and white kitchen sits to the left, completely stocked, with an island and a full bar before the partitions begin.

Section one is simply a closet. Racks and shelves are neatly stacked and overflowing in black clothing. All tactical in some way but simple looking to the naked civilian eye. Several types of belts and a copious amount of steel toe boots take up one corner. A golden settee sits proudly in the middle of the room, providing comfort when one is trying to figure out which combo of gear to equip.

Next up is your weapons lab. Weaponry of every kind line the walls and built-in drawers. The workbench is littered with miscellaneous ammo and disassembled parts. Thor admires your various long swords. Your mace of the black crown catching his attention. “I have never seen such a weapon on Midgard. It looks as though it was crafted on Nidavellir. How did you come to procure such a weapon?”

“I made it myself.” You beam. “The only one of its kind. It’s based on several different lores combined to create such a badass weapon that inflicts maximum damage.”

“A warrior maiden who knows her way around vast weaponry. A deadly combination.” His eyes burn with heat as he scans your form, igniting your core with his smoldering gaze. You can feel your panties begin to dampen further watching his nostrils slightly flare as the scent of your fresh arousal hits him.

You choose to lean into it, giving his massive frame a once over yourself. Sending him a wink before giving your lips a quick lick and turning with a swivel to your hips to head into the next space.

This space has quite a few of the team giving you the side eye. Some may call it a torture chamber but you just call it your precious play room. Whips, chains, handcuffs, ropes of every size and color; along with various torture devices line the floor and walls. Not to mention the large drain in the floor and special hose that connects to the pipes that the bathroom uses to pressure wash away any stubborn stains or fluids.

“This clearly is one of my happy places.” You smile dreamily. “So much pain and pleasure happens here.”

“I can see why Wade has such a hard on for you now.” Tony ponders out loud.

“Oh. Wade has never been in here.” You turn towards him. “He’s only ever seen my work in the wild.” You step up to the billionaire. “Most souls that make it through those doors don’t leave this place.” You run a finger down his chest to his arc reactor and tap it.

He swallows. “Most huh. So you do play here.”

“But of course Mr. Stark.” You take a step back. “All work and no play makes for a dull existence.” You turn on your heel and head for the door connecting this chamber to the next. “Come along now. The tour is almost over and then we can talk.”

The next three sections are rather uneventful. You show them your glorious black and gray bathroom, complete with clawfoot tub and a rather extensive walk in shower made to handle any type of uncleanliness one could think of. Followed by your sleeping quarters. A large Victorian gothic four post bed sits on a platform in the center of the room surrounded by greenery and all your creature comforts.

Then there’s the study. Wall to wall are nothing but bookshelves filled to the brim and display cases full of some of your favorite artifacts, mainly skeletal remains of varying animal species and crystals galore.

On your way back towards the kitchen Clint can’t help but notice the hanging fabrics dangling above a small stage containing a stripper pole. “You do aerials in your show?” He asks.

“Not as much as I would like to, but yes I do.” You saunter over to the silky fabric and wrap your wrist up tight. “Honestly, in the air, dangling and flipping around, is the one place I feel most calm.” You heft your body up into the silk, twisting and maneuvering until you’ve put yourself in an inverted pigeon pose.

“Alright. You have questions and I may just have some answers for you.” You state.

Clint looks on slack jawed at your overly peaceful state while suspended up in the air, as Steve tries to take control of the situation and finally get some answers. “Are you sure you want to have this discussion while you're twisted up there?”

“Captain, I assure you.” You manipulate your body once more and move into a wide seat inversion. “I am perfectly content, right where I am.”

Thor’s mind starts to race as he watches you confidently control the silk wrapped around your body. Flashes of him manipulating you into various positions for his own carnal pleasure begin to play. I must partake of this warrior maiden. To drink of her essence and worship her body would be an honor fit for a King.

“Leave her be Capsicle. Even you can admire the view on this one.” Tony nudges him in the arm.

“I assume you’re looking for some villain origin story type bullshit, right?” You raise your brow.

They just stare on, waiting for you to continue.

“Sad to say, mine is not all too entertaining. Grew up in foster care til I was old enough to successfully run away at age 13. Was homeless for a bit until Madam Elsa found me. Don’t worry I wasn’t turning tricks or anything at that age.”

You smile like the nocturnal creature you are. “She gave me a room at her upscale brothel. Not one of the play rooms, but on the level where the escorts lived. She required me to complete my education in exchange for room and board. I opted to do it online and graduated early at 15. Yay for homeschool and smart sex workers as tutors. I learned a lot of things back then. Good and bad. It was the bad that stuck with me of course.”

You begin to sway, subconsciously soothing yourself. “I watched the people I loved and cared for, get beat for doing what they had to do to put food in their bellies. The richer the client, the more evil they were. One extremely wealthy client in particular, who was the son of a politician, tried to bargain a night with me when I turned 18. Madam of course had none of it. Didn't stop the little twat from trying though. Had me followed and basically stalked me. Little did he know I’d been learning hand to hand combat along with weapons training since the day I entered that brothel. Cliff, Madam's husband and head of security, took me under his wing and made me a secret weapon.”

The team exchanges a look with each other.

“It wasn't until I was 21 that I killed for the first time. Maimed plenty. But death by my hand just hadn’t happened yet. Not until that same prick that tried to buy me when I became legal did the unthinkable. He had his goons raid the brothel. Apparently his father had gotten into business with Hydra and he thought he was invincible. My found family were raped and beaten all in an attempt to get to me. He made an example of Madam and Cliff.”

Your eyes glaze over as you relive that night. “He would have gotten off easy with a shot between the eyes, if he didn’t bind and torture Madam until I called. He was stupid enough to pick up her phone. I heard her screams to stay away even as he plunged his knife into her gut. I rushed over and found the carnage. He’d told the goons to leave as he remained. That was his biggest mistake. I played the distraught pseudo daughter to a tee. Mainly because I was. I gave him a false sense of victory before I slid a dagger from my belt and slit his throat. I watched the blood and life drain from him without remorse.”

“Madam died that night in the hospital and many of my family were wounded beyond repair, both physically and mentally. I vowed that day to protect the forgotten ones of society. The other. Because too many think we deserve what happens to us because we use our bodies for work.”

A small smile returns to your face. “Madam left me the brothel in her will and the remaining girls and I turned it into Sins. All above board. All consensual and most of all safe. I just so happen to have a taste for blood and mayhem. Get quite thirsty for it actually. But I do have a code. So you don't have to worry. I’m not taking your job. Anyone gets out of hand, they deal with me. That includes my workers who choose to take John's outside of the facility.”

��Nice story. Tragic. Yet it makes sense.” Natasha imparts.

Steve asks the question they’ve all been waiting for. “Why Rumlow?”

You lower yourself back down to the ground and walk up to the Captain. “Simple. He assaulted my best friend and worker. Followed her home and took what he wanted. He wasn't hard to track honestly. I was able to follow him the night after. Snuck into his apartment and the little shit had the audacity to brag about his prowess and what he did to Trixie. So I got a little knife happy. Had to take two showers just to get all of him off me that night.”

“Sounds like he got what he rightfully deserved.” Thor states.

“Good to know that the Demi God understands doling out justice where justice is due.” You glance over your shoulder at the blonde Adonis. “Although I’m not looking for anyone's approval; it does make all my naughty parts tingle to know my work is appreciated.” You wink at him and turn back towards the baffled Captain. “What? I have a praise kink. Among other things. So sue me.”

You head to the kitchen where a tablet is located on the counter. With a couple taps you place the lair in Sin Mode. The lights fade into a sultry red as Freak begins to play. You saunter over to your pole, turning towards the group of superheroes taking up space in your funhouse.

“Look. I have a lot of pent up energy I need to get rid from work and talking about murder and mayhem is just adding to my need for release.” You grab the pole and swing around once before climbing up. “Seeing as I have answered your questions, you can kindly show yourselves out or help me expend said energy. I’m not picky. An orgasm is in my future either way.” You start a sequence of spins and tricks as you give them time to make up their minds.

“I care not of what you all choose to do. But I will be staying to aid in the warrior maidens energy release. A creature that uninhibited, deserves to be worshiped properly.” Thor declares.

“Why am I not surprised your staying?” Tony looks at the God. “You’ve had a hardon for her since she took out that violet wand during her show. Wanna see if she receives as good as she gives huh there Pointbreak.”

“You know I can hear you right Tin Man.” You stop your spin and sit comfortably perched on the pole. “For inquiring minds who want to know, I most certainly love to receive. I’m a glutton for it really. Pain and pleasure. Such a magnificent combination. You thought tonight’s show was entertaining. You should see what I get up to with a dagger and some rope.” You wink at the Winter Soldier and the Black Widow, both with looks of lust clouding their eyes at your words.

“Alright, before this devolves any further, we’ll be taking our leave.” Steve looks over to an enthralled Thor, eyes only for you in this moment. “Well, almost all of us anyway. Thank you for answering our questions and allowing us in your space. I’m sure it won't be the last you see of us from now on.”

“I can’t wait to see what you have in store for me Captain.” You allow your eyes to roam all over his casually dressed frame.

They say their goodbyes and begin to head out. Thor happily watches you do your magic on the pole. Clint slaps him on his back and whispers. “Don’t hold anything back. She more than looks like she can handle the hammer and all its glory. I’ll be waiting for all the dirty details when you get back.”

“It will be my pleasure. Goodnight Barton.” Thor replies.

“So.” You slide down the pole, landing softly on your feet. “I’m just going to be upfront with you, God of Thunder and fertility. You can help me relieve all this energy if you make sure to use ALL of your powers. I want to be fucked stupid and be a babbling mess on the floor by the time your through with me. I can take whatever you dole out. Trust me.”

“Challenge accepted, fair maiden. Let’s begin by getting rid of these garments.” With a flash of lighting your clothes disintegrate off your body into a pile of ash on the floor.

“You better be replacing those.”

“I’ll have Tony buy you something better.” He steps up to you, wraps a hand around your throat and pulls you up into a heated kiss.

You wrap your thighs around his waist, grinding down against his shirt, soaking it in your essence. “I’m not opposed to semi clothed sex, but I really wanna get my greedy little fingers all over this godly skin.”

“That can easily be arranged milady.” He walks you over to the kitchen and places you on the island as he slowly removes his clothes for you.

While you watch the show you grab the control tablet off the counter beside you. “I have just the thing to make this night even more memorable.” Thunderstruck begins to play. “Care to make this even more interesting?”

“What do you have in mind?” Naked as the day is long, Thor swaggers up to you and places himself between your thighs.

You run your hand down his chiseled chest. “Let’s make a little video of our time together. A souvenir of our lustful venture for you to gaze upon at your discretion when you so choose. What say you, God of Thunder?”

“Aye milady. That sounds most agreeable to me. May I share our escapades with the team as well?” He inquires.

“You may. I have nothing to hide and honestly you may help me gain future escapades because of it. Share away my King.” You shrug.

“Your King.” He growls out. “Mmm I quite enjoy the sound of that spilling from your lips.” He runs his fingers up the insides of your thighs, spreading them further as he lowers himself to his knees, placing his head right before your glistening folds. “Now I shall feast like one.”

He licks a long stroke up your folds and suctions your pulsing button into his warm mouth. The fingers that were teasing your thighs continue their journey with the added buzz of random sparks of electricity dancing along your skin.

“Mmmm. You taste of the sweetest ambrosia.” He looks up at you, blonde beard shining with your slick as he licks his lips. “I fear I may never have my fill or find another taste quite like it.” He smirks before diving back in.

“Mmm Fuck! God of Thunder and Cunnilingus. Sweet Satan that tongue has some mighty tricks.” You feel your orgasm coming on quick as he plunges two thick fingers into your sopping slit and sends a jolt of his power right to your g spot.

That’s the magical ticket to unlocking a colossal orgasm, worthy of the god who bestowed it, out of you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let yourself ride the erratic waves of your climax.

“I’ve had lesser partners pass out after an orgasm of that magnitude. You truly can take what I dole out it seems.” You watch as he licks you off his fingers. “Alas, I have a babbling mess to make out of you yet.”

He lifts you off of the counter and places you on your feet, turning you towards the wet spot you left dripping off the edge. “Bend over.” He commands.

Your body is telling you to do just that, but your bratty little brain demands otherwise. You glimpse over your shoulder making eye contact with the Demi God behind you and give your most mischievous smile. “Make me.”

You feel his growl resonate around the room like a dark thunderous cloud, as he gives your ass a hard smack. “With pleasure.” He grips the back of your neck, pulling you closer for a bruising kiss, before pushing your torso down on the counter, your nipples harden as they graze the damp surface.

His large hand gathers both of yours and places them against the base of your spine. With the other he takes his cock in hand and teases your entrance, dipping just the tip of his bulbous head in, watching your hips gyrate, trying to pull him inside. “So needy already.” He taps your clit twice. “Didn’t take much for that brattiness to go quiet.”

“You gonna gloat all night or are you gonna make me leave a mess all over your cock?” You spit out.

“There she is. The victory is so much sweeter when you fight against your submissive nature.” He slams his hips forward. Splitting you open on his meaty girth so suddenly, nothing leaves your mouth but a silent scream as your body adjusts. “Fuuuuck. Your cunt is so tight around my cock. If I’m not careful I may not last as long as I wish.”

“I don’t care. Just. Please. Fucking. Move.” You whimper out.

He begins fucking you hard and deep, gripping your hips tight, most likely leaving bruises behind. His balls swing into your clit with every thrust accompanied by little jolts of electricity, sending sparks throughout your core. You're screaming out from the pleasure, losing yourself in the perfect chaos your bodies are creating.

There’s this primal energy to Thor and you are all for it. “Look at you. Taking my cock so well.” He says between grunts. “It’s like your cunt was made just for me.” His thrusts are getting deeper and more shallow, like he’s trying to burrow himself deep inside you, leaving his mark behind so you’ll never forget him.

You involuntarily start to swivel and throw your hips back. Meeting him in the middle as he puts more power into each thrust, growling as he watches your ass jiggle each time your flesh connects.

He runs his right hand up your spine, making you arch like a cat in heat, until he reaches the base of your skull. His fingers tease along your skin before wrapping tightly around your throat. "Mmm yes. Fuck. Own me. Shut me up by choking me like the loud little slut I am."

He tightens his grip around your throat, almost cutting off your air supply completely. Making you even wetter. The edges of your vision are turning hazy. You're slick now covering your thighs. "I can feel how close you are. Making a mess on my cock already. Let's up the ante shall we."

The next thing you know you're being pulled up against his sweat dampened chest as he pounds into you with all his might. For a couple minutes all that can be heard is the sounds of your grunts and groans woven in with thunder and the music playing throughout the space.

The grip on your neck loosens for a brief moment, allowing you a much needed breath, as he leans his head down, grazing his lips against the shell of your ear, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Ready for me to fill you so full that you'll be dripping with my seed?"

He nips the spot behind your ear as you let out a little whine. He gives a harsh thrust and hits that sweet spongy spot like it’s his intended target, with an added jolt of electricity to your spine. Your eyes roll back into your head and any response that you had waiting on your tongue drifts away. You’re just a dickmatized mess.

“I asked you a question, Nyx?” He rotates his hips and buries himself deeper as you nod your head yes. Trying to get your brain to tell your voicebox to make words. “Uh, uh fair maiden. I need to hear your words on this one. Once you do. I promise, I’ll give you everything you want.”

Somehow, the hazy fog of carnal lust clears just long enough for your mouth to produce more than just whimpering moans. “Yes.” You whisper out just loud enough to get his attention. “I want it. I want to be filled to the brim with you so badly.”

It’s like your words, your acceptance of him in every way, puts a spell on him and the last remaining barrier holding back the full force of him is unleashed. “Then everything is what you shall have.” He growls out, taking on a new ferociously punishing pace. Arks of blue light dance along your skin as he lets his powers play.

A cacophony of mewls, moans, groans and growls, mixed with flashes of white and blue fills your den of sin. You have no idea how much time has passed when you start to feel that familiar coil in your core begin to tighten again, the stirrings of an orgasm on the horizon. Your walls establish a rhythmic squeeze, clamping down on the girth steadily carving out a path to your womb.

“Your greedy little pussy is gripping me so tightly. Barely letting me pull out at all. Give in to me. Cum all over my cock and I’ll fill you right up.” He grunts out.

“Fuuuuuck” You whine, legs shaking from the impending climax building beneath your skin. He wraps his arm around your waist, keeping you close as his own rhythm becomes erratic, losing himself to the very real instinct to breed you, making you all his, although he knows that could never be with a soul like yours.

It’s all too much and yet not nearly enough as your own instincts take over. Your skin is thrumming with the need for release, body strung tight as you ride the edge of his lightening. With a well placed twist of the hips and a direct shot to your g-spot you detonate.

Your vision blurs into shades of black and gray, a constellation of electric blue stars popping through like diamonds dissecting the night sky. Every muscle within your body tightens as you ride your high.

As you continue to shake from the intensity of your orgasm, the vice-like grip your pussy has on Thor’s length sets off his own powerful orgasm. With an almost inhuman roar he buries himself deep inside your quivering channel, tip penetrating your cervix, thick white ropes of his seed coating the walls of your waiting womb as his eyes glow white and lightning crashes around him.

The pleasurable pain brought on by his power, ratchets up your orgasm once more. If it weren’t for his arm wrapped tight around your ribs you surely would be a puddle on the floor by now. You can feel your limbs getting weaker with each wave that hits you. You feel like you could float away at any moment. Mind lost in a haze of euphoric bliss.

As he removes his arm from around your torso and dislodges himself from deep inside you, your jelly like legs have you sinking to the floor. Your eyes are glazed over as you hum and mumble to yourself as your hands ghost along your still tingling skin.

Having grabbed a warm washcloth from the bathroom, Thor returns to your prone frame. Before he cleanses his spend from between your legs he grabs his phone to take a few photos of the state he left you in.

You notice the device in his hand. “Put it on video my King.” He does as he’s told and watches you spread your legs wide and run your fingers through the mess you made together. He pans the camera up as he follows your cum soaked fingers making their way onto your waiting tongue. “Mmm. A sweet ambrosia indeed.” You wink at the camera right before Thor stops filming.

“You truly are a minx.” He growls out. “Let me clean you up before my instincts get the best of me again.”

“Normally I would tease you til you ravage me again but seeing as how I am but a fucked out mess currently, I shall behave.” You smile sweetly at him. “This time.”

“Glad to know I fulfilled my challenge.” With pride and mischief in his eyes you watch a dopey smile spread across the Gods face.

“And then some. I haven't felt this strung out in a long time. I might have to add you to my roster.” You chuckle out. “At minimum I need to see what it feels like to ride all that power instead of being ridden by it.”

“It would be my honor to make a mess of you again, milady.” He replies.

“Deal.” You smile. “Now hand me my tablet so I can grab all the best angles from my cameras for you viewing pleasure.”

He hands you the tablet as you quickly scan the debaucherous scene that just happened. With a quick cut and edit of all the best angles you work some techy magic and send it off to not only Thor but the team as well.

“Done. Oh and you don't have to worry about sharing it. I went ahead and sent it to everyone and created a group chat.” You nonchalantly say. “Never hurts to have so many attractive and powerful people on retainer.”

Before Thor can respond to your tricky ways your phones begin pinging with incoming texts.

Bruce: Holy shit!

Nat: Someone clearly has a high pain tolerance. Good to know 😉

Clint: I knew I should have stayed!

Steve: I have to admit that was hot as hell doll.

Bucky: Agreed Stevie! You look good lost in that pleasurable pain doll. Gives me some ideas.

Thor: Feels great too!

Tony: We are all in agreement that that was fucking hot. Now the real question is… Who gets next?

Nyx: That’s up to you all. First come, first serve. Let the debauchery begin 😈

#lunatic #avengers x reader #avengers smut #poc reader #thor x reader #thor smut

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Alright, after running this blog for over a year I've decided to make an actual pinned post—complete with a guide to my tagging system.

First off, who am I?

I am the sole moderator of dinosquad-central, obviously. You may call me Dino Mod, and I use any pronouns, including neopronouns that do not begin with x or z.

My Favorite characters are Caruso and Buzz. I don't actually know that much about dinosaurs in general; I just think they're neat. I'm the event coordinator on the Dino Squad discord server. And I love getting asks! (Although sometimes it takes me a day or two to answer them)

I tag posts with #dino mod to indicate that they are either original posts from me, or things I've reblogged wherein I added something to the body of the post, rather than just the tags. So if you want to browse my thoughts on the show, that's the tag to do it.

Now that you know who I am, what's Dino Squad and where can you watch it?

Dino Squad is a 2007 cartoon about five teenagers who can turn into dinosaurs, and you can watch it for free on YouTube. The first episode is called "The Beginning", but the series is episodic, so the order you watch doesn't really matter after that. If you want to watch in in order, there's an episode list on IMDB.

In the immortal words of my original pinned post, reblogged from @/deerlyloved: "Dinosquad is so bad please watch it forever 😌"

If you already know Dino Squad and want to hang out with other fans, we have a discord server! Anyone is welcome to join.

Is there anything else you should know?

Yeah, a couple of things, actually. But this is already getting long, so I'll continue under the readmore.

Firstly, I need to give credit where credit is due, and make sure y'all know that the person who made the banner I use for this blog, which is also the quintessential "there's like five of us" dinosquad fandom meme, is @scoutbot. Everyone say "thank you, scoutbot!"

My profile pic, on the other hand, is lifted from official Dino Squad promotional material, but if anyone wants to draw me a new one, I'd be willing to trade you a fic for it—DM me if interested.

Secondly, there's one type of tag I don’t list in the tag guide, and that's the type I use to fawn all over everybody's Dino Squad posts. In such a small fandom, every time someone makes something new for it, they do so knowing it won't get much engagement, so I want to make sure they get at least one person who with enthusiastically give a kind, thoughtful, personalized comment on their post. Creating for a small fandom can feel thankless, but I want to mitigate that as much as possible by saying thank you thank you thank you for hanging out with us and participating in our fandom.

I'll mention it a few times in this post, but as long as you tag a post with #dino squad (as one word or two) I am basically guaranteed to see it, and I'll reblog almost anything in this fandom. So if you want more of the stuff you like, I strongly encourage you to create it! I love to see new takes and new faces in this fandom, and I will always lift you up.

I think that’s it.

Wait, didn't I say something about a tagging guide?

Buckle in, because my tagging system is extensive and thorough.

Lets start with Basic Tags.

Every post about the show (which is 99% of what I post, since this is a Dino Squad blog) is tagged with both #dino squad (two words) and #dinosquad (one word).

In most other tags that feature the name of the show, I use the one word version, for consistency. More on that later.

Posts that are not about the show, usually either dinosaur/paleontology related posts, or occasionally technical information about this blog itself, are tagged with #not dinosquad. For cool dino fun facts and art, this is the tag to explore.

Every post on this blog contains at least one of these tags.

Next, how about some Character Tags.

Whenever a character is mentioned or very strongly implied in a post, I tag it with their full name, similar to AO3's character tags. You can follow any of these links to read every post featuring that character.

#Victor Veloci—That's his name, don't wear it out!

#Joanne Moynihan—AKA Ms. Moynihan, beloved mentor of the squad

#Rolf Maxwell—AKA Max, the squad's fearless leader

#Fiona Flagstaff—The Girl™

#Rodger Blair—Smartest kid in school

#Neil Buzzmati—AKA Buzz, the one who likes "punk stuff"

#Erwin Caruso—Yeah, his first name is Erwin

#Peter (Veloci's Assistant)—Remember him? Appears once in the first episode and never again?

#Rump (dinosquad)—The squad's pet dino-dog

#Liam (dinosquad)—Fan favorite autistic character

#Terri Flagstaff—Fiona's sister

#Winifred the Snake—Buzz's pet python

Obviously, some of these characters are going to have more posts in their tag than others, simply because people like and post about some characters more than others. If you want more post about your favorite character, Make Them. As long as you tag your posts with the fandom, I can basically guarantee I'll find them and reblog them to this blog.

That's not all, though, because there are also a lot of original fandom characters, and I tag for those, too.

If you want to see all of them, I use the tag #dinosquad oc on every post that features one, but I also tag them with the OC's name, in case you're curious about a specific one.

#Vega Veloci—Teenage transfem lesbian clone of Victor Veloci, created by @prometheus-adam

#Violette Veloci—Another female teenage clone of Vitor Veloci (though which one of them is trans is left to interpretation), created by @ufolvr

#Valentino Veloci—Male teenage clone of Victor Veloci, created by @al-gay-tor

#Iggy and Chloe—A pair of OCs by @musekicker who will be given individual tags when they have full names

#Gyrian Maelstrom—Buzz's dad who works for RaptorDyne and is also a dinosaur, created by @ufolvr

#Moss 'Rat King'—RaptorDyne employee self-insert, created by @hotratking5592

#Thysbe Ginko—RaptorDyne employee favored by Victor Veloci, created by @boysiinberry

#Miss Disma and Mouche—Head of PR at Raptordyne and her assistant, created by @boysiinberry

#Kalyeen—Raptordyne grunt, created by @boysiinberry

A lot of people seem to think that Veloci would be into cloning—can't say I would argue with them lol. On the discord server, people have shared way more OCs than this, but I can only reblog the ones that get posted about on tumblr. I anticipate this list will grow.

Ship Tags are a subset of character tags

Like with characters, if a ship is explicitly mentioned or strongly implied in a post, I will tag it with a ship tag in the format of characterA x characterB where A is the character whose surname comes first alphabetically. Posts about ships are also tagged with #Shipping.

#Rodger x Max—Those who like this ship often cite S1E2 "Growth Potential" as one reason

#Buzz x Caruso—Those who like this ship have cited S1E12 "Not so Great Outdoors" as one reason

#Moynihan x Veloci—A ship that is much more popular on the discord server than on tumblr

#Peter x Veloci—Remember Peter? Appears once in the first episode and then never again?

#Fiona x Vega—Ship between Fiona and @prometheus-adam's OC, Vega Veloci

#Caruso x Max—Those who like this ship have cited S2E10 "Scents and Scents Ability" as one reason

#Ginko x Veloci—Ship between Victor Veloci and @boysiinberry's OC, Thysbe Ginko

Most of the ship tags are pretty lightly populated, some only have one post. Suffice it to say, shippers are a minority in this fandom, but I still dutifully tag ships when they appear. If you want to see more of your fave ships, or have an idea for a ship not on this list, Create for it! I will happily reblog any ship for this fandom.

Now, let me tell you about my Categorical Tags

If you're looking for a specific type of post, for example, if you just want to scroll through all the headcanon posts, or all the fanart, that's what the categorical tags are for. These tags are usually accompanied by the word 'dinosquad' somewhere in there, and many of them are listed as featured tags on this blog as well.

#Ask—Someone sent me an ask to which I decided to post a public reply

#Character Analysis—These posts will always be tagged with the character being analyzed as well

#Crossover—These posts will always be tagged with both the other fandom in the crossover, and the primary character(s) from the other fandom that feature in the crossover

#Dinosquad AU—Posts about the Dino Squad characters or concepts in an alternate universe, whether it's completely different, or just minor canon divergence

#Dinosquad Fanart—Also tagged with #art and #fanart, in addition to the fandom specific tag

#Dinosquad Fic—Fan writing, typically, but not always, in the form of a link to Archive of Our Own

#Dinosquad Headcanons—Posts containing either a single headcanon, or a list of headcanons regarding the characters or world of the show

#Dinosquad Meta—Posts about the technical aspects of the show, like animation or writing, as opposed to the plot/characters/etc.

#Dinosquad Theory—Theories about the show, both in regard to the plot/characters, and the production (but usually the former)

#Episode Review—Posts in which a specific episode of the show is being analyzed, summarized, or otherwise reviewed

#Incorrect Dinosquad—Also tagged with #incorrect quotes, in addition to the fandom specific tag

#Poll—Posts that have at least one poll in them

#Prompt—Idea(s) meant to inspire the creativity of the members of this fandom. General prompts are distinct from the Dinosquad Monthly Prompts in that anyone can post them at any time. (more on the monthly prompts later)

#Rereblog—Posts that have been on this blog before but I'm reblogging again, either because something new has been added to them, or because there was nothing new for me to post, so I picked some old favorites to pad my queue. This tag stands in the place of all the things I originally tagged the post with, so when I use it I'll only add tags that apply to the new reblog

Most of these tags are self explanatory. Many have sub-categorical tags, which I've included either in the descriptions above, or in the Content Tags section.

After that come the Content Tags

Content tags tell you what's in the post, aside from characters, obviously.

#From the Dinosquad Discord Server—Posts containing content which was screen-shot or copy/pasted from the fandom discord server

#Dinosquad Monthly Prompt—The monthly prompts are part of an ongoing, year-round event hosted by the fandom discord server. Posts in this tag include not only the monthly prompts themselves, but also art and fic created to fill the monthly prompt. Members of the fandom server can DM me on discord to suggest prompts.

#Dinosquad Secret Santa 2022—We did a fandom holiday gift exchange in 2022 and posts with this tags are the gifts created for it

#Digital Art and #Traditional Art—Two self-explanatory sub-categorical tags for Dino Squad fanart

#Feathered Dino Forms—Posts wherein the characters' dino forms are described as or drawn having feathers

#Overheard at RaptorDyne—Posts about working at RaptorDyne, mostly incorrect quotes.

#Max Gets No Respect—Posts about the squad disrespecting Max, also mostly incorrect quotes

#Morally Gray Ms. Moynihan—Posts talking about the possibility of Ms. Moynihan keeping the kids dinosaurs on purpose, or similar theories/headcanons/AUs/etc.

#Trans Buzz—Posts regarding the popular headcanon that Buzz is a trans man

#LGBT+—Posts containing queer content, such as sexuality/gender identity headcanons for characters

#Trans—Same as above, but for specifically trans-related content

#Screencaps—Posts containing screen captures from the show

#Memes—Posts containing memes either related to the show or otherwise

There are probably a few more character-specific ones that I have forgotten, but I'll keep updating this tag guide continually as needed.

There is no #Gay Caruso tag because... well... Caruso. That would be every post about him lol. Maybe one day I'll go through his character tag and add it to every post where it's relevant but it'll have to wait until I'm really, really bored.

Lastly, I have Warning Tags

I don't really have warning tags for things that were in the show, like I'm not gonna have a warning tag for sharp teeth or carnivorous eating habits, because... well... it's a show about dinosaurs. If you had a problem with that kind of thing, you probably wouldn't be here. I also won't use the CW tags for passing mentions—my thinking is that if something's not really in the post I don't really need to tag for it.

#Cursing—I know most people don't have a problem with explicit language, but this blog is technically for a kids' show, so there it is

#Blood CW—For posts containing depictions or descriptions of blood

#Injury CW—For posts containing depictions or descriptions of one or more injuries

#Death CW—For posts containing depictions or descriptions of death

#Body Horror—For posts containing depictions or descriptions of body horror (excluding dinosaur tranformations)

#Long Post—For posts that are more than two screen-lengths on mobile. I will not tag something as a long post if it has a readmore, unless the part before the readmore is longer than 2 screen-lengths.

If there is anything not on this list you would like me to have a warning tag for, or if there's a post you think should have one of these warnings, but I forgot to add it, just shoot me a DM, or an ask, and 99% of the time, I will gladly add a warning tag.

Well done making it to the end! GOOooo GO DINO!

#pinned #not dinosquad #info #tag guide #dino mod

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hananoami · 4 months ago

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MY NO DEFENSE ZONE PULLS

On the last limited-time wish banner, Entwined Whispers, I lost the 50/50 when attempting to pull for Xavier's [21 Days] memory to Zayne's [Snowy Serenity] R1. At first I assumed that because I lost the soft pity the next 5-star memory I pull from this limited-time wish pool using Deepspace Wishes it would be a guaranteed...

For the record, it does not-- at least not if you lose the soft pity to a banner memory (GDI Zayne...). How did I find out you may wonder? Well, I pulled and lost hahahaha. Apparently, from what I've been told by other deepspace hunters, you only get the guaranteed you lose the 50/50 to a 5-star memory that's not on the banner?

It is what it is though.

The memory I lost to was Rafayel's [Deep Sea Riches] in 63 wishes. I can't even be upset because it was a solar myth memory that I could still use, albeit this would bring his memory to R3. If I see this memory again though I will cry. Getting 40 gold sands because it's a dupe of a memory you fully ranked out is high key depresso. If only it was for [Deep Sea Promise] for a duo rank 2 memory pair... sighs.

At least Sylus was somewhat kind and [No Defense Zone] came home in 28 pulls after losing the 50/50. I still had Deepspace Wish*limted tickets let so I continued to pull to see if I would get lucky again for a R1. I wasn't lucky in my adventures lol.

Needless to say I was so down bad for this memory, however after watching it's memoria it was kind of a let down lowkey. To be completely honest I'm not entirely sure what I was expecting, aside from what was teased... but what you saw in the teaser was essentially the climax of it all.

Do I regret pulling for it? Eh, in the long run probably not. Yet I was hoping for more.

#love and deepspace #sylus #no defense zone #;sakura snapshots #;not me rambling into the void

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moni-harmonia · 4 months ago

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I swear Hoyo... you just CAN'T give us nice things without having us suffer for them, huh?

I went to get the new running effect for Diluc. I thought it was a nice little thing, I thought Hoyo was finally giving us something.

Well you have to FIGHT for it, literally. I really thought I wouldn't be able to do it seriously. I tried the battle and I'm just not strong enough. My Diluc isn't BAD but I don't have a 5* weapon and perfect artifacts for him.

But I did it. After 5 or 6 tries I finally did it with like 2 seconds left.

All to see Diluc getting plucked.

But wait, there's more...

I'm honestly not very hyped for the new Natlan characters, at least the 5.0 ones (I do like the Archon design).

So since Navia was back I thought "Well... I'll try just 20 pulls"

And... there she was. In the first try.

I'm like... ok... I guess the game wants to reward me for that suffering? Thanks...

But then I try another 10 pulls on the Nilou banner and...

Well not Nilou, but Mona C3 did come home too.

SO. THAT WAS A ROLLERCOASTER OF EMOTIONS.

And I can't complain because I got what I wanted in the end! I even have the next character guaranteed!

I'll play more later to get to the new event which I think it's another exploration event like previous years.

#Genshin Impact #4.8 update #Diluc #Navia #mine

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theflyingfeeling · 1 year ago

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💖 it's here, it's pink, it's sparkly, and full of fluff 💖

Hiiiiii and welcome to witness my attempt at an Olli/Allu Advent Calendar, in which I'll give you ~a cute little something~ about these two idiots in love almost every day until December 24! My plan is to use prompts from this list to either write a fic based on the prompt or just some good ol' delulu thoughts if all else fails. I cannot guarantee there'll be a post literally every day, but I'm really excited to try this out and I thank you for your support along the way in advance 💝

The biggest thanks and a million hugs go to one of my favourite human beings @kraeuterhexchen for making the adorable banner!! I mean helloooooo?? 😭 Go show them some love ❣️

For December 1, the prompt list is titled One True Pairing Moments, and the prompt I chose was 'calling just to hear their voice' 🥺 You can read the fic below, I hope you like it <3

PS. Even though this is an advent calendar of sorts, I'm not planning on making this particularly Christmassy. I hope no one minds terribly!

Falling for Aleksi had, in a way, sneaked up on Olli, at least if he fooled himself a little. He could pretend he didn’t feel any different about the man than he did about, say, Joonas or Tommi, but that strategy only worked for so long – that is to say, approximately until Aleksi as much as smiled softly at him from across a room or bumped his shoulder into his jovially when walking down the street and Olli would feel his breath getting caught in his throat or stumble in his words, his tongue tangled like shoelaces, which was so unlike him as well and frustrated him to no end. It really took a special kind of fool to not only develop some level of feelings for a friend, a colleague, a bandmate for Christ’s sake, but also become so hopelessly enamored with him that you rolled awake in bed in the dead of night, grabbing your phone and tossing it back on the nightstand again and again because you couldn’t decide whether or not you should, on some erratic 2 o’clock impulse, call him to let him know he was the very reason for your insomnia.

Turning on his back, Olli groaned (only a little desperately) as he remembered losing himself in the lingering hug they had shared just before the arrivals lobby at the airport, inhaling Aleksi’s scent and wishing they wouldn’t have to go home just yet, even if Olli was more than ready to finally sleep in his own bed again. Ironically, ever since they had returned home from tour, Olli had spent night after sleepless night missing Aleksi terribly: his stupid jokes and playful banter that bordered on being flirtatious if Olli allowed himself the benefit of delusion; his quick, subtle smiles that probably meant nothing; his little touches Olli hoped meant something; his smell and his touch and the softness of his hair at the back of his neck, compared to which the blanket Olli was grasping in his fist was like sandpaper. (How he had come to know of the qualities of Aleksi’s hair in such detail, he preferred not to dwell on too much to save himself from the heartache, so let’s just leave it at ‘stressful, emotional week far away from home’ and ‘a little too much to drink’).

Above all, Olli missed Aleksi’s voice. He hadn’t even thought that was possible, until the other morning when Olli had woken up to a voice message Aleksi had left just hours earlier, rambling about a song idea he had gotten in the middle of the night – something he did from time to time – and Olli had spent the next several minutes replaying it over and over again as he had lied in bed procrastinating getting up and and instead closing his eyes to better imagine Aleksi lying there beside him, turned on his side to face Olli, talking to him sleepily like they often did when they shared a room on tour and were just too lazy to join others at breakfast. Much like the hug at the airport, Olli wished those moments would have lasted way longer than they did, often ending abruptly when either of their phones would go off with Santeri’s name on the screen, a passive-aggressive interruption to the soft, low tone of Aleksi’s early-morning thoughts. (Sometimes, when Olli was lucky enough, he had been blessed with the bliss of feeling the light touch of a fingertip tracing along his collarbone, cut short just as frustratingly by their well-meaning tour manager politely enquiring whether the two of them had plans of dragging themselves downstairs for some toast and coffee, or if they’d rather starve until lunchtime, for which he wasn’t at all sure they’d even have time that day.)

The lovesick idiot that he was, his thumb hovered over the ‘play’ button of Aleksi’s voice message, probably for the millionth time that week. The chest-carving hesitation turned into a heart flip when he noticed Aleksi was online.

Then Aleksi began to type, and Olli held his breath the entire time until a new message appeared in the thread, anticipation holding him by his throat.

You awake?

Olli exhaled and typed his affirmative reply, leaving out the reason why.

He blinked at the screen, waiting for Aleksi to ask him a random question that clearly couldn’t wait until morning, or perhaps talk about something related to another late-night Twitch stream (from what Olli had gathered, Aleksi had been doing a lot of those recently, and with his last remaining braincell Olli had managed to resist the temptation to watch every single one of them, because he knew that if he did, it would only dig his grave of pining and longing deeper, seeing Aleksi smile and giggle about but not being able to do that with him or snuggle up next to him when he was wearing that flannel Olli often used as a blanket in the tour bus). But instead of another text appearing on the screen, Olli’s phone began to vibrate in his hand, and it took him an embarrassingly long while to understand it was because Aleksi was calling him.

“Hi,” he sighed when he finally collected himself enough to speak. He prayed he’d be able to hear what Aleksi was going to say from the thumping heartbeat echoing in his ears.

“Hi,” a soft voice said. “Sorry, I know it’s late…”

“No, not at all,” Olli hurried to say, “I mean, I wasn’t sleeping. Not even close, actually.” Part of him hoped Aleksi wouldn’t ask about it, but in some foolhardy way the possibility intrigued him.

Nothing much, he would have likely said anyway, but what would happen if he told Aleksi how it really was? That he squeezed his pillow imagining it was him instead, or wailed into it because something had reminded him of a moment-that-was-probably-not-a-Moment™ they had shared? What would Aleksi say if he knew Olli sometimes touched himself the way Aleksi had touched him That One Night they never talked about? The only obstacle between Olli and that knowledge was a bottomless ocean of cold sweat and cowardice, and Olli had never been a great swimmer.

“So, ummm…,” Olli said when Aleksi’s end stayed silent. “What’s up?”

A short breath of laughter sounded through the phone line.

“Honestly? I don’t know, I… It’s just been a… weird week, I guess.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, like… my head’s just been so full of… everything and… I’ve been so busy and kinda tense and… fuck, this is going to sound crazy,” Aleksi laughed that brief laugh again, although to Olli it didn’t sound particularly cheerful. Tired, more like. Strained, somehow. Not sad, but definitely a little troubled, and Olli intended to find out why.

“I’m all for crazy, you know.” Olli hoped his sorry attempt to lighten Aleksi’s mood would work, and so he smiled in relief when he heard Aleksi chuckle at his comment.

“I know,” Aleksi said softly, in that tone of voice that had Olli melt against his bedsheets. “So yeah, it’s been a rough week, but… in between all that stupid shit, I’ve been thinking a lot about… umm… well, the tour and– and… about you, for some reason,” (the troubled laugh made its return) “and… yeah. That’s sort of helped me a lot recently.”

Olli listened to the words carefully, not fully believing what he was hearing, yet clinging on to them until they were all but swirling around in his otherwise empty head like dry leaves in October wind.

“And tonight I just couldn’t fucking sleep for some reason and nothing I did seemed to help and so I thought I’d call you. And I’m–” If it hadn’t been dead silent otherwise, Olli wouldn’t have heard the shaky breath Aleksi paused to take, “I’m sorry I’m calling you at this hour and bothering you with this all but I guess I just… wanted to hear your voice. To see if that would help.”

“Does it?” Olli asked. Aleksi’s confession had made him clasp his blanket close to his chest, as if that would do anything about his rapidly beating heart.

“Yeah. It does. So maybe just… keep talking?”

Despite his mind living a life of its own, completely unfit to form a single coherent thought, for Aleksi’s sake Olli tried his best to think of something to say, but everything he came up with was something he was not ready to tell him quite yet.

“Uuummmm…” he said to buy himself some time, but while he waited for his useless brain and mouth to form any actual words, Aleksi spoke again.

“Fuck, I’m– I’m sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have– I’ll let you go back to–”

“I miss you,” Olli blurted before Aleksi would hang up on him. He squeezed his eyes shut when Aleksi went silent, too silent for too long for it to mean any good.

The line stayed open, however, which Olli took as a positive sign, even if the seconds during which all Olli could hear was Aleksi's quiet breathing seemed endless.

“And I you,” Aleksi finally replied. “A little too much, probably, or at least that’s what it feels like,” he chuckled. Olli almost missed the quiet sniff that followed.

He had to steel himself for his next question.

“What do you mean?”

“Just… forget it.” Aleksi said quietly. Contrary to Aleksi’s request, Olli knew he was going to all but ‘forget it’ for the next 3-5 business days; mentally he booked all his evenings as well as most of his mornings and noons for pondering what exactly had been in Aleksi’s mind in that moment or why he had sounded so sombre, almost disappointed. He’d probably never come to any satisfactory conclusion about it though, at least not without a little help from Aleksi himself.

A ridiculous idea popped into his head, and before he could stop himself, the words flooded out of his mouth.

“Do you wanna come over some time? To hang out? When your schedule’s a little less tight, I mean.” He sucked on his lips and closed his eyes as he waited for Aleksi’s answer, ready to hang up the moment he’d decline the offer on some obvious and logical reason for why Aleksi couldn’t possibly make nor want to take a trip to the north to see him, such as ‘didn’t we just spend over two months on the road together?’ or ‘damn, buddy, I miss you alright but not quite that much, I’ve done enough sitting in public transportation for one year, thank you very much lol’ or ‘what about Rilla?’

“You could take Rilla with you, you know.” Olli hurried to say, just in case, the deranged part of his brain thinking there might be a chance Aleksi might be at least considering it.

“Oh! Well, umm… I actually might have time next week? If– if you’re actually being serious about this.”

Funny you should ask, Aleksi; I’ve actually never been more serious about anything in my entire life than I am about having you here with me so that I can hold you and be held by you and see your face when I wake up in the morning and say goodnight to your annoyingly cute face instead of via text message and maybe, if the stars are in position and the northern wind won’t discourage me too much, I might actually be brave enough to torment you with the knowledge of just how miserable I’ve been since we last saw each other.

“I think it would be cool,” he said, because he had a feeling what he wanted to say would’ve been a tad too much and sudden. “I mean, if you’re up for it, of course. I understand if you can’t make it though, I know you have all those side projects.”

“No, I think it might actually do me some good to get out of the capital area for change.” Then there was a muffled ‘ouch’, followed by a laugh that sounded much brighter than any of the other ones Olli had heard from Aleksi that night. “Sorry, correction, it might do us some good. Rilla just told me she’s most definitely coming too. Rilla, stop nibbling on my toes!”

Olli smiled tiredly at the mental image that was painted in his mind of Aleksi and Rilla cuddling in bed, both minding their own business from what it seemed while still minding each other as well, very much indeed.

“I’ll be sure to set up a bed for her in the guest room.”

“The guest room? Do you not know her at all? If she’s not getting the master bedroom, she’ll ruin all your rugs and most of your shoes. Probably also gossip about you to all the neighbourhood dogs. And she’s brutal.”

Olli held his stomach as he laughed, tears almost forming in the corners of his eyes. In his defence, it was late and he was finally becoming tired, thus too far gone to help himself, let alone feel embarrassed about being in stitches about something Aleksi had said that was only mildly amusing. (It wasn’t the first time that had happened either, and likely not the last time.)

“So yeah, ummm, I can take a look at some flight options for next week and let you know, alright? I’m gonna let you sleep now and… I should get some myself too.”

Olli wanted to tell Aleksi he’d love to stay up chatting until dawn, but the yawn he let out when he opened his mouth to speak implied Aleksi had a point.

“Yeah, let me know. And… thanks for calling, I… you have no idea how much I needed this tonight.”

That was as close to a confession as Olli was able to get as of now.

“Probably not half as much as I did.”

Olli chuckled at Aleksi’s response, mostly to hide his own agony.

If only you knew. If only I knew how to tell you.

It didn’t take long for Olli to doze off after they hung up, and when he woke up to the kids from next door having a snowball fight under his window in the morning, he noticed new messages from Aleksi, sent half an hour after their phone call had ended, complete with screen captions of airplane schedules.

Would these days work for you? I might be free all week actually 😇

Olli cuddled into his pillow while typing his reply, hoping it wouldn’t wake up Aleksi.

yeah I’m free as well. I’ll pick you two up from the airport 🖤

From then on, Olli started counting the days until he’d see Aleksi again.

#blind channel fanfiction #blind channel rpf #ollixallu #24 days of gift-giving by theflyingfeeling #<- that's the tag i'll be using for these btw #everyone stop and look at the banner!! 🥺💖#it's not QUITE like the original one ju made first but maybe one day you'll get to see that masterpiece as well 😏#but ooff the way i've gone from having 'a plan' to having 'a better plan' to having 'no plan whatsoever' with this? 😂#so yeah idk what kinda fics/posts there'll be in this series... stay tuned and see for yourself! 🤭#some of them might be in the same universe/plot. others may not. who knows? not i 😌#(...but as you can see from this fic the door for a multiple-part story is definitely open 👀)#some of the fics may not even be based on a prompt though if i'm not feeling like it. honestly i'm curious to see how this will turn out!#(and if this ends up being the only post i ever make that's alright too! i refuse to bully myself with a hobby i'm doing for free <3)#however: i'm not taking requests per say BUT feel free to snoop on the prompts for each day and send me your ideas or hopeful wishes 👀#there are certain ones i'm more drawn to but i haven't really set anything in stone #one could say i'm just going with the flow. fuck around and find out if you will ✨#also: not sure if/when i'll be bothered to post any of these on ao3 #probably i'll just see how many fics i manage to actually finish and dump them all at once on ao3 on christmas day lol #anyway! enjoy & let me hear from you <3

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