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Time Ticking, Patience Thinning

Here’s another chapter that I hope you enjoy 🫶🏼 please lemme know if you do~ would make my day!

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“What’s your name again-? I didn’t quite catch it the first time.”

When the boy opened his mouth to answer Agatha’s question, your gaze instinctively shifted to him. What happened next took you by surprise. As he began to speak, a shimmering sigil materialized above his lips, silencing his voice entirely. Your brows furrowed in confusion as your gaze slowly shifted to Agatha.

“Interesting,” that’s all she said.

"What do you mean?”

“Nothing to shout about,” she waved it off, giving you the hint of keeping that detail about Teen a secret for now. “Anyway, I can’t promise I’ll remember your name.”

Her words caught you off guard, and it took everything in you not to burst into a cackle. Even so, a tiny puff of air escaped your nose, almost sounding like a snort. Agatha turned to you then, her composure always impeccable, infuriatingly so.

“We better get going now,” she brushed past you towards the front door, or rather, the spot where it used to be.

You smacked your lips at her nonchalance. If you weren’t in such a rush, you’d invade her personal space right there and now, capture her lips with yours to wipe off that knowing grin from her face.

Instead you only said, “I drive.”

She didn’t object to that. In fact, she preferred it when you were the one behind the wheel. It gave her the liberty to let her hands wander over your skin.

As you slid into your car, Teen's eyes sparkled with the hopeful anticipation of claiming the shotgun seat, but Agatha cut off his enthusiasm rather quickly.

“Be a good pet and sit in the back, will you?”

The boy shot you a sideway glance and you muttered a soft ‘sorry’ in his direction. Resigned, he slid into the backseat, clicked his seatbelt into place,and slouched in quiet defeat, arms crossed over his chest, reminding you of his young age.

“Maybe on our way back you two can switch-”

Agatha didn’t even let you finish, “Or maybe not,” she muttered sarcastically.

You sighed and started the car, with no clear destination in mind just yet, “very mature.”

She didn’t respond to that and simply hummed.

“So, where are we going?” Teen asked after a bunch of minutes.

You looked at him from the rearview mirror, “for starters we do need a Coven to walk the Road.”

He looked like a child on Christmas day, “you’re taking me to your Coven?”

With your eyes back on the road, you hummed, “Uhm, not exactly.”

“We never had one,” Agatha clarified, “I mean, not for long anyway.” You glanced at her briefly, wondering what she might say to the boy next. For a fleeting moment, you thought she might blurt out the entire truth right then and there. But it wouldn’t be like her, so you brushed the thought aside almost as quickly as it came to you.

“They annoyed me,” she said with a dramatic tut, “so one day I woke up, feeling inspired, and turned them into dust.”

You nearly veered into the opposite lane when she said that, your knuckles whitening on the steering wheel. It wasn’t the whole truth, but it wasn’t entirely a lie either. Yes, she had killed her Coven, of that there was no dispute. But what she left unsaid were the reasons that forced her hand, reasons that probably nobody knew, that’s why people were so quick to come up with the ‘witch killer’ nickname.

Teen looked terrified and uncertain what was to say next. And Agatha, being Agatha, looked quite pleased with it.

"That’s not exactly how it went,” you mumbled, giving away the hint that there was more to say, without actually saying it. You stole a glance at Agatha, her smile teasing, slightly amused by the familiarity of the situation. There you were, once more, doing your best to clean up her reputation. She told you many times you didn’t have to do it, but you couldn’t help it. “What I can say is this: they’ve blown the whole ‘witch killer’ thing way out of proportion. Agatha isn’t a bad person.”

Sure, you couldn’t deny the fact that Agatha killed witches, more than a few. But survival had a way of sharpening its edges, forcing impossible choices. She killed to save herself when no one else would. She killed to save Nicky. And later on… she killed to find a way to save you. It’s long overdue that people knew the truth, yet you knew it wasn’t your place, at least not only yours, to spill it.

When Rio sent the Furies after you, they took possession of your mind, twisting reality until it was unrecognizable to you. Their voices inside your heart hurt in the most inexplicable way, but you resisted, you vowed to. You never fully understood how your condition affected Agatha and Nicky, because whenever you had a fleeting moment of clarity, they chose to savor the time together rather than tell you how much it hurt them to see you like that. During that time, Agatha’s killings increased but you wouldn’t know. She didn’t need to kill witches to heal Nicky, though. The moment you used your magic to bring him back to life, the curse had been lifted and with it, Nicky’s illness. But your magic had come with an unexpected price to pay. Rio had warned you, but you refused to listen.

Noticing the way your eyes dimmed, Agatha slid her hand above your knee. She knew you too well to figure out exactly where your thoughts had gone. You were blaming yourself again. And she couldn’t let you do that.

“Don’t listen to her, Teen. She has the tendency of picturing me softer than I really am,” despite her serious tone, the way her hand squeezed your knee, told you a whole different story. All she wanted was for you to let go of your sense of guilt. “When it comes to survival, you’ll do whatever it takes— anything. I hope it never comes that far for you.”

Teen considered those words in silence. Your version compared to Agatha’s and it all just clicked. You were protecting her and she was protecting you. In that moment, he decided the rumors about the two of you didn’t matter, whether they were true or not. From now on, he would form his own picture of you both by living in the present and watching you do your thing.

“I think it’s sweet that you found each other and stuck around for all these years. Centuries, I presume. In a way you form a Coven of two–”

Your heart warmed up at Teen’s words. It was kind of cute to think of it that way. Your lips spread in a smile and so did Agatha’s, but more because she was amused by the whole thing he just said. Sure, she agreed with him- the fact that there was a bond between you two was true. An understatement, to be frank. You went through so many things together that the sole thought of parting ways for whatever reason felt now like a complete idiocy. You belonged to her like she belonged to you.

“Teen, I’m sorry to cut your enthusiasm, but she and I are in a relationship. That hardly makes us a Coven.”

“It makes us a family, though,” you pointed out.

You caught something flickering in Agatha’s eyes, a shimmer of emotion, maybe even vulnerability. Had it been just the two of you, she might have let it linger, but with the boy in the car, she felt uneasy. So she averted her eyes, focusing on the passing landscape to her right.

Noticing her hand slip away from your thigh, you pouted. Stubbornly, you reached out and placed it back where it belonged and when she turned, your lips curled up once again in a mischievous grin. Agatha snorted. That sass of yours—

“There’s no time to be namby-pamby, my love. I need you to be focused.”

You rolled your eyes, but chuckled, “Fine. Wouldn’t want you to lose your only chance at surviving against the Salem Seven.”

Agatha's expression twisted into an exaggerated version of your own, mimicking your tone as she repeated the words you just said. The effect was immediate and both you and Teen burst into laughter, incredulous on your part.

“I don’t sound like that!”

“You do,” she insisted, lips twitching in a smirk.

“I think she did a pretty good ‘you’”, Teen added, only fueling your mocking disbelief and Agatha’s enjoyment.

“Whatever, I’m done with you two.”

Your eyes squinted towards a peculiar building standing in the middle of nowhere to your left. You decided to try your luck there, took a rapid turn and parked right in front of the building, your instinct telling you there was a potential witch in there. The faded sign hanging above the door caught your eye, and you read it aloud: Madame Calderou’s Psychic Readings.

Agatha clasped her hands together, before rubbing them as if she was plotting something mischievous, “Right. Seems like we are here.”

Teen’s interest piqued once again, “You think there’s a real witch in there?”

Before you could respond, Agatha preceded you, “we shall see if she knows the witchy handshake first.”

“Oh my God– there’s a witchy handshake?”

You let out an exasperated sigh while Agatha giggled to herself. It was so easy to play with that boy. “Teen, she is pulling your leg. There’s no such thing as a witchy handshake. Honestly that would be so demeaning.”

“Such as flying brooms or pointy hats,” she agreed with you.

“I like flying brooms,” you retorted, as you three walked up towards the building.

Agatha draped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into a squishy, however affectionate embrace, “Course you do,” she purred, “next you’ll be telling me you want to adopt a black cat as familiar.”

“I already have a familiar, thank you very much,” you pointed out, “a nice turtle that your bunny keeps bullying shamelessly.”

Agatha gasped dramatically, but you knew it was just an act, “he doesn’t! Take it back–”

“He does,” you chuckled. “And no, I won’t.”

“Uhm, we are drifting off here,” Teen interjected, with an awkward smile. He pointed at the building, making both you and Agatha shift your attention back to the reason why you were there. Gather a Coven of Witches.

“Right,” she took a mental note to return to the subject another time.

You nodded, stepping forward to open the door. Holding it wide, you gestured for Teen to go in first. He slipped inside without a word, rather excitedly actually, and as Agatha approached, she brushed past you, but not before her fingers slid into yours, her hand fitting perfectly in your grasp.

A small, teasing grin tugged at your lips. “I thought we didn’t have time for sappy moments.”

“Don’t be such a brat,” she whispered into your ear, in a cheeky tone, you didn’t miss. Couldn’t, if you tried.

“You’ve been under the influence of another, haven't you? Someone you hurt,” the clairvoyant started, her voice solemn as she took in Agatha’s blue eyes. The smirk of confidence that had tugged at Agatha’s lips faded as soon as she realized that Lilia Calderou wasn’t a fraud and knew who she was. You gave Agatha’s hand a tentative squeeze, a way to let her know you were there– that everything was okay. Her fingers tightened around yours in response.

“And she paid the price, too. They took your agency, but not hers,” she continued, her eyes landed on yours as you frowned uncomfortably. You never blamed Agatha for anything and you certainly wouldn’t start now just because a clairvoyant said so. “I feel it, your magic. It’s restless, volatile and quite dangerous. It should not exist.”

You leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms over your chest, “Here we go again,” you muttered, voice laced with dry sarcasm. Agatha snorted out a low chuckle in response to Lilia’s words, “You know nothing about her talent, so I’d suggest you to be quiet about it.” She never cared about what other witches thought about her, but whenever it came to you, she would completely lose her mind, if someone dared to judge who you were, basing their opinion on a prejudice as old as the world.

“So you’re a witch?” Teen’s question came in a hopeful tone.

“Divination witch is my guess,” you replied before Lilia could.

A mischievous grin tugged at Lilia’s lips. “If you intend to overstay your visit, I’ll have to charge you again.”

“Oh, I think you can grant us another ten minutes of your time,” Agatha groaned, “It’s not that there’s a line in here or something.”

In response, you saw Teen bow his head to wipe the grin off his face. You, on the other hand, made no effort to hide yours.

Annoyance was evident in her eyes, as she retorted, “whatever you want from me, I’m not interested,” Lilia stood up and without another word, she stood and disappeared behind the curtain at the back of her shop.

You and Agatha shared a knowing glance.

Teen appeared more disappointed than concerned, “Now what?”

“Now we persuade her.”

To preserve Agatha’s life, it was essential to gather some magic and you would have, no matter what. So you stood, eyes flashing with a newfound calm mingled with determination. Agatha noticed and smiled. She loved you for so many things and that behavior of yours, was just one of those characteristics that reminded her of why she chose to stick by your side so many years ago.

She gave you a nod of her head and followed you, as you took the lead. On the other side, you found yourself in what could loosely be called an apartment. A single room stretched before you. To the left stood a corner kitchen, its countertops cluttered with mismatched utensils, jars of herbs, the faint glimmer of copper pots, and a kettle she just turned on, probably to make herself some soothing tea.

“Join us,” Agatha insisted, as you and Teen kept looking around. “Honestly the way you live is kind of disappointing. You deserve more and better than whatever this place is…” Her gaze drifted to the far end of the room, where a mattress leaned against the wall, probably to save up space.

You wondered if there was a toilet hidden behind it. How low could a witch go?

The clairvoyant’s gaze flickered with hesitation, her lips pressed into a thin line as Agatha’s words sinked in. The shrill whistle of the kettle cut through the silence, drawing her attention and causing both you and Agatha to roll your eyes, when she spun around.

“Lilia–”, you couldn’t do this all day.

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” when she turned to face you, her eyes locked onto yours, sharp and intense. You could tell she was conflicted, exasperated even. “I won’t make the same mistake and fall into Agatha’s manipulative ways. They say you endured the Furies’ wrath because you did and yet here you are, still standing by her side. I don’t understand that.”

To say you were shocked was an understatement.

She had no idea what she was talking about– Agatha had nothing to do with the Furies. For some odd, infuriating reason, nobody knew a thing about Rio Vidal, instead: the true cause of everything. Instead, according to the stories, it had always been you and Agatha all along, so whatever bad thing came your way, Agatha bore the brunt of the blame. You were sick of that.

Teen was in shock too, he didn’t speak, but a part of him ached to defend both you and Agatha. He’d read about the Furies, knew the torment you endured for years, but not for a second had he ever believed Agatha was responsible for it. It just didn’t sit right with him. It couldn’t be. Not when Agatha looked at you the way she did, as if you held all the stars in the sky just for her. As if you were everything she had left.

Watching you from her peripheral vision, Agatha recognized clear signs of your struggle. Your jaw clenched tightly, your hands curled into fists at your sides, and your lips pressed into a thin line, “If you really think Agatha is somewhat responsible for what happened to me, which by the way is none of your business, maybe you lost your talent–”, your words hung in the air, adding to the already tense atmosphere lingering in the room.

Lilia looked somewhat self-conscious about what she said and how they affected you, yet she didn’t apologize. However, she held herself back from responding to your bitter remark about her.

Agatha’s lips stretched into a sad, tight smile the moment her fingers brushed against your forearm, and you failed to meet her eyes, “hey– don’t go there again. It’s not worth it,” she cooed, voice firm, yet veiled with the usual fondness she only reserved to you. You clenched your eyes shut for a moment, your magic sparkling at the tips of your fingers. Lilia was right about one thing: your talent could be dangerous especially when wielded by a witch emotionally distressed or simply pissed off, like you.

“You’re right,” you sighed, “Look, we are going to walk the Road. The Witches’ Road. And we need a divination witch, but the choice is yours. You can keep living your eternal life in this kind of shack you call home or try to go back on top. Be a witch again.”

Lilia’s mouth almost dropped, then. “The Road is a death wish.”

“I survived,” Agatha waved with a grin.

“And yet you’ve got no power.”

“That’s why I need to walk the Road, again. To restock.”

Lilia swallowed thickly. The offer was appealing and yet, she was uncertain. Agatha was, after all, known for having betrayed her entire Coven, at a very young age too. “How can I trust you won’t take my power at the earliest opportunity?”

Before Agatha could say anything, you stepped forward. “She won’t. I guarantee it for you.” Despite your growing distaste for Lilia at this moment, your principles held steadfast: no more witches would die because of Agatha. Or you. That was a promise you intended to keep. “You seem to know very well what Agatha’s capable of, but my question is, are you just as familiar with my talent?”

Lilia almost found it amusing that you’d question her knowledge about witches of your kind. “I do. At least to some extent,” she clarified, “I know what a necromancer witch can do. And I also know you’re not a killer,” she finished on a softer note.

“Agatha isn’t either,” you pointed out.

“Well, isn’t your loyalty sweet–”

Your lover took a step ahead, stretched out a hand, and moved you behind her, the moment your magic intensified around you and her, “Look, you’re right, I’ve got a reputation, I can’t help with that–” she trailed off, gesturing animatedly while doing so. “I don’t have time to persuade you into believing my intentions are genuine. Time’s running out and if you’re not willing to tag along, then fine. I’ll still Walk the Witches’ Road, restore my powers, and get my life back. Just remember that the path you’re currently on leads nowhere.”

Her words were convincing enough, but it was the small piece of paper she was holding that truly caught Lilia’s attention. You hadn’t noticed it before, nor were you sure where it had come from, but the realization struck quickly. A smirk tugged at your lips as everything suddenly fell in place.

That was an eviction notice.

“Even if I were to accept, you’d still need more witches.”

Agatha had a solution for that too. She grinned from ear to ear, “I was hoping you’d use your witchcraft to come up with a list of names. You can do that, can’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question, she knew she could.

Lilia’s lips stretched into a defiant smile, “give me that,” she said, snatching the piece of paper from Agatha’s hands, along with a pen that lay on the table. She didn’t even have to think about the names, they were already there, poised on the tip of her tongue or rather, the pen.

When she handed the paper back, both you and Agatha went as pale as a sheet. It couldn’t be. At the top were your name and Agatha’s, followed by Lilia Calderou, Jennifer Kale, Alice Wu Gulliver, and, finally, Rio Vidal.

#agatha all along #agatha harkness #rio vidal #teen #agatha harkness x reader #rio vidal x reader #lilia calderu #wlw #kathryn hahn #aubrey plaza #agatha x rio x reader

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courtmartialme · 11 months ago

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some examples i can think of brotherhood crimes of doing riza(and royai) dirty in my opinion that's the absolute truth in the universe. consciously excluding stuff i think are minor but annoy me just as bad or else this post would be too exhausting:

being ugly in general

not including her time travel joke from when they learn that the elrics are kids and not adults on their way to recruiting them

not including the scene where roy meets her after she calls him when she meets barry the chopper and threatens to burn him out of jealousy

changing the dialogue after roy saves her from gluttony from:

to:

LIKE...... if brotherhood has the habit of cutting off scenes to make it shorter then WHY they would change this scene to become BIGGER AND WORSE. the dialogue in manga is a clear example of their trust and wordless care for each other. while in broho it's just ?????? roy being an asshole????? to his wife?????? whom he just left his post running for bc he sensed she was in danger???? whoever chose to change this dialogue. kill yourself

riza being nice to alphonse when they are at 3rd laboratory:

not including the only time in the whole series roy calls her by her first name only:

the WHOLE ishval arc. riza telling ed about ishval lasts a whole ass volume while it's barely an entire episode in anime like... hm.. for starters the way roy and riza meet again there is different. in manga she saves roy and hughes from a surprise attack, and only realizes it's roy when she sees him through the scope. then hughes tells roy that they brought a talented sniper from the academy and goes after her to thank her for saving them. in anime riza suddenly shows up to roy when he was talking to hughes and like... not necessarily a bad thing i guess but...... yeah.... also this whole conversation is cut off if i remember right.. among a lot of other things LOL i hate how ishval arc is played down in BH

riza being funny and cute not being included again

this scene when they reach 3rd lab again in promised day and roy jokes about wanting to see her honest tears again and riza replies saying water makes him useless BUT in manga she's all cute and blushy while in anime they make her be all # girlbaws about it because that's all brotherhood riza is about lmao they took away her moeness...crime

in manga, after roy gives up killing envy upon realizing it would lead to riza shooting him then killing herself, it shows him lowering her gun without the glove he previously had on. symbolizing that he lowered his weapon before he could lower hers. in anime he still has his gloves on

EDIT I FORGOT THE MOST IMPORTANT PANEL OF THEM ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

RIZA BEING INSUBORDINATE AND A BRAT SHE'S SO CUTE THIS PANEL IS WHAT INSPIRED MY USERNAME... SHE'S SO CUTE...... brotherhood is so scared of letting riza be cute and moe because she would be too powerful if they let her

EDIT 222222 BECAUSE I WOKE UP IN COLD SWEAT AT REMEMBERING I FORGOT THIS TOO

roy visits madame christmas' bar looking down and she asks him why doesn't he and elizabeth go someplace fun... we all know who elizabeth is right... and he says miserably that another man took elizabeth away from him(referring to riza being kept hostage by bradley) and at that the other girl asks if that means she has a chance with him now. everyone knows that roy is so wifepilled he won't look any other way if riza is in the picture lmao also how embarrassing it is that even your mom knows you're fucking your subordinate

i'm convinced somebody at BH staff hated riza's ass because of how often riza and royai scenes are changed or ignored... i know it's common for anime adaptations to cut off moments from manga but for an anime that whole premise is to be The Better Adaptation, doing it so often makes it bad to me. if you repeatedly exclude scenes that tell more about the characters because they're "not relevant to the plot", eventually there will be no actual personality left, only characters that are plot props

THERE'S A LOT MORE i wanted to include but this is already long enough and i got tired LMFAO a lot of things(most not included) are non issues because are mostly about riza being a bit silly, or showing more expression than she does in anime in a scene that otherwise doesn't change anything. but they still annoy me because by repeatedly excluding and changing these moments add to the view people have of her being nagging and stoic, at an attempt to make her a cool flawless Good Woman Character. what for.

#tecotalk #fma #riza hawkeye #throwing in the tag because fuck it #not hiding anything under the cut everyone will be subjected to this

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fourmoony · 1 year ago

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hii so i was thinking could you write smth with james getting flowers for the first time from reader? it would be soo cute

hi lovely! thanks for requesting.

james x reader fluff | 711

James' shoes are haphazardly abandoned beneath the coatrack when you push your way through the door.

You're holding two bags in each hand, the crinkling of them loud in your ears as you struggle to move through the door way. The coat rack wobbles when one of the bags catches a coat that's been thrown over the top and you let out an exasperated swear under your breath. James rounds the corner with curious eyes, already changed out of his work clothes despite having only been home for what you know to be twenty minutes. He looks cozy in his Christmas pyjamas, socks pulled up with the bottoms tucked into them.

He smiles bright when your eyes meet his and steps forwards to take two of the bags from your hands. You hand them over gratefully, smiling to yourself when his lips press to your head in greeting.

"Hi, lovey," He murmurs, pulling away to make for the kitchen.

You follow, hot on his heels, chasing the scent of his boyish body wash and the warmth of his heart. "Hi. How was your day?"

James sets his bags on the kitchen island and you follow suit, "It was good. Got lunch with Sirius. He sends his love."

"No Remus?" You ask as you fall into a practiced routine of putting away the shopping, together.

It's domesticity at it's finest and you love every minute of it. James has a way of making the smallest things mean the world. With him, things like changing bed sheets or folding laundry isn't so boring. Simply because he's there, soft voiced and willing to help.

He squeezes your hip as he passes, headed to put the milk in the fridge, "Nah, he's got a deadline to meet next week, probably won't crawl out of his hole until after."

You make a mental note to check in on him through the week, even just to tidy up around him while he works, make him a meal that has more nutritional value than a Tesco microwave meal or a kebab. "I hope he's feeling more inspired than last week. Marlene said he was staring at the wall for over an hour when she went round to drop off the shortbread Mary made."

James hums in agreement, rustling around in the second bag. Cellophane crackles and your boyfriend makes a questioning noise - "Lovey, why didn't you tell me your flowers were dying, I only bought them last week."

You turn from where you're trying to stuff a bag of oven chips into the overly stuffed freezer drawer, eyebrows drawn together because your flowers aren't dying so why is James saying that they are? His eyebrows are furrowed, too, and he's standing with a bunch of bright yellow sun flowers in his hand. You smile, "They're for you, silly. Not me."

As if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

It only makes James more confused. "Why?"

Well, for starters, they're big and beautiful, and remind you of a summer's day - same as James. Secondly, he'd said only last week that his mum had grown them in her garden when he was a young boy and he missed the sight dearly. You tell him this and watch as his big hazel eyes turn soft, the hand that isn't cradling the bunch of flowers reaching out for you.

You crowd his space, happy to be so close to him, all cozy and warm and smelling so handsome. The tops of his cheeks are pink and he's smiling so wide it makes your heart melt. He looks almost bashful.

"I've never had someone buy me flowers before." He says it so quietly you're not sure if you were even supposed to hear.

"Well," You press your lips to the underside of his jaw, "Now you have."

He smiles even wider, presses his lips to yours and you feel the familiar warmth spread through your body at his touch. His fingers brush along your waist line, eyes on his bright bunch of sun flowers.

"Thanks, baby."

His smile is sweet and sticky like honey, a familiar feeling in your chest, and all you want to do is kiss him again. So you do. He welcomes it.

"You're welcome, Jamie."

#marauders #james potter #sirius black #remus lupin #love #fluff #james potter imagine #james potter x reader #james potter fluff #james potter fic #james potter request #fourmoonys asks

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galvanizedfriend · 11 months ago

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Klaroline Fanfiction Masterlist

It's been a minute since I last updated my masterlist so I decided to go ahead and start a new one. Yokan // ▪ Multi-chapters

. The Wolf Series [I, II, III and Outtakes - Incomplete] When Caroline wakes up shackled, powerless and very far away from Mystic Falls, she knows she's in serious trouble. But when a woman named Sophie Deveraux reveals the reason why she's been kidnapped and taken to New Orleans, she realizes things are far worse than she could've ever imagined.

[The Originals rewriting where Caroline is a witch and gets pregnant with Klaus' child. Seasons 1, 2 and 3 complete, season 4 coming.]

. Vice and Virtue [6/6 - Complete] As the second son of a Duke, Klaus Mikaelson has the means and all the time in the world to indulge in every manner of wild activity with very little respect for the regiment of polite society. That is until his brother decides he's had enough of his vulgar ways and gives him an ultimatum. Caroline Forbes is a young debutante in search of true love and adventure. Except her aunt wishes for her to marry a somber Viscount who's already buried three wives. When their paths cross, they realize they might yet strike a deal that could satisfy their relatives and benefit them both.

[AH Regency!AU inspired by Bridgerton and a dozen other period novels I have been reading lately.]

. Pedulum [2/2 - Complete] This is what Klaus Mikaelson knows: death isn't the end for him. From the moment he is brought into the world to his final shuddering breath, Klaus' life is pretty much the same as everyone else's. The difference lies in what happens after he dies: he goes right back to the beginning, a child in London with the memory of dozens of lives lived before. Nothing ever really changes, including the fact that no matter how hard he tries, he can never save Caroline Forbes' life for too long.

[AH/soulmates!AU with a slight magical twist. Technically a one-shot, chapter 2 is just an alternate ending.]

. We'll Always Have New Orleans [3/15 - Incomplete] Caroline wakes up in a world where everything looks exactly the same, only nothing really is. For starters, she's no longer a vampire, and no one else in Mystic Falls has ever heard of witches, vampires or werewolves - no one except for Klaus, who woke up just as human and twice as angry about it. Their search for answers and a way out takes them all the way to New Orleans, and Caroline could never anticipate how much this crazy fake world was about to alter her reality forever.

[Canon-divergence!AU. Set right after TVD 4x18.]

. Speed Dating [4/4 - Complete] Klaus is having a bad month, so Caroline decides it's a great idea to drag him along to a round of Speed Dating. Other men in the room do not approve.

AH/AU fluff that was inspired by an episode of House (yes, it is fluff, I promise).

. Gasoline [2/2 - Complete] "He doesn't apologize, of course he doesn't. He doesn't care. He calls everyone love. It's not meant to mean anything. Except it did, once, and it makes Caroline's stomach churn away inside, as she feels Klaus crawling underneath her skin like he never left at all. I've still got you."

AH/Band!AU. Two years after Klaus walked out on his band - on her -, Caroline finds herself in her least favorite place on earth - New Orleans. She really did try to stay away from him, escaping an event just to keep off his radar. He finds her anyway.

. Like It's Christmas Again [2/2 - Complete] As Christmas approaches, Caroline Forbes, a New York-based event planner, is sent to a quaint small town in Virginia to organize their holiday festival. But her plans are momentarily hindered by the presence of Klaus Mikaelson, the Mayor's brother and a grumpy billionaire lacking in any holiday spirit, who's in town to close the sale of his family's manor - the charming estate she was hoping to use as a venue.

[AKA that time when I committed Christmas fic. AU/AH inspired by a Hallmark movie, I kid you not.]

. Spin [5/5 - Complete] Since she was seven years old, Caroline Forbes has been preparing herself to become President of the United States. But before she gets to the Oval Office, she needs to win the election for senior student president at the prestigious Saint Sebastian High - which would be in the bag if only goddamn Klaus Mikaelson hadn't decided to run against her.

[AH/AU lovers-to rivals-to-lovers The Politician!AU where everyone takes school elections way more seriously than they should.]

. How Far I'd Go [2/2 - Complete for now] Set in TVD S6/TO S2. Unable to control Caroline after she turns her humanity off, Stefan reaches out to the only person he can think of for help.

[Slices of moments of Klaus in Mystic Falls while Caroline has her humanity off.] ▪ One-shots

. The Sound of Settling Klaus hates his job at Mikaelson & Sons. He hates wearing a suit. He also hates his brothers constantly butting into his life. Everything will be better once he gets his much desired transfer to the New York branch. Caroline Forbes is the owner of Mystic Café, and when Klaus accidentally wanders into her coffee shop, his whole perspective changes. [AH/Coffee Shop!AU where Klaus is a lawyer. Fluffity Fluff. Lots of Mikaelsons and some Carenzo friendship.] . The Witch Queen Caroline always knew she was different. She was keyed into her own otherness very early on. Strange things happened around the Forbes women. Her mother never really had to spell it out to her, give it a name. Caroline could always sort of feel it, and then at some point the feeling blossomed into comprehension, and comprehension hardened into fact. And with that came an altogether different kind of certainty: this was not a secret she'd be able to keep forever. One day, no matter how hard she tried to hide it, everyone would find out. And when they did, they would come for her.

. Worst Things Have Happened Klaus Mikaelson is a prince with a very dark secret that threatens to destroy his family's legacy. Caroline Forbes is a sorceress whose job is to make sure his secret remains buried. But would it hurt him to put some clothes on? [Royal!AU, with a magical twist.] . The Unexpected Grace of Falling Apart The whole incident was bound to go down as a funny anecdote to be shared among friends, a Oh, you think you've had the worst hook-up ever? Hold my beer kind of story. Provided, of course, that she never had to see him ever and could just wipe him out of her life and memory for good. Given that they live in different time zones, it shouldn't be too much of a hassle.

That is precisely why Caroline is livid when she emerges from the arrivals area at Richmond airport to find Douchebag, in the flesh - sunglasses indoors and all, like the proper jerk that he is - holding up a sign that readsClarisse.

[AH/AU. It's Tyler's wedding weekend and Caroline is back in Mystic Falls for the first time after the most traumatic and depressing year of her life. And it's about to get even worse as she's made to share breathing space with Klaus, The Worst Guy Ever. Except they might have to join forces to save the wedding, and to the discovery that things might not be what the seem. As Caroline teeters on the edge of a breakdown she'd been trying very hard to conceal, an unexpected savior appears to help her through the haze.]

. love, the monster's got me now [Canon compliant. Set in TVD S03E09 Homecoming.]

"Don't run," he says calmly, sounding almost bored, but with a clear warning. "I'm in the mood for a chase. Little spoiler: you can't outrun me." His eyebrows twitch up when he finally turns around to face her, lips curling into an amused grin. "Tyler's girl," he states, gesturing towards the now empty yard. "You missed out on the celebrations, I’m afraid."

[Or: the missing Klaroline scene between "There's your pretty little girlfriend, Caroline" and "There's a whole world out there waiting for you." Klaus and Caroline meet after Homecoming.]

. When It's Gone Suddenly, Caroline hates how nice the bed feels. How soft the pillows are. How smooth and cool and expensive those goddamn sheets are against her skin. She hates the giddiness in her belly, like she's a stupid schoolgirl when she's not allowed to be one anymore. She hates how right the space between Klaus' arms felt, how easily she molded against him. His lips were as full and as soft as they looked, but his hands were gentler and more reverent than they had any right to be, and Caroline hates it. Hates it, hates it, hates it. She hates that it suits her, hates that she wants it, hates that none of it is hers to keep.

[Set after TVD S04E19 Pictures of You. Caroline hears about Klaus' impending departure after a mysterious letter and decides to have some words.] . Wishing Each Sigh Might Be the Last The first time she sees him, Caroline thinks he's an angel.

[Set in 1800s New Orleans. As Caroline lies dying, she prays for God to send help or end her torment and save her soul. She thinks an angel has come for her. But he's no angel at all.] . Feel the Madness Closing In Set in TO S3. Caroline is in New Orleans when Lucien and the Ancestors make a move against the Mikaelson family - and they know exactly who to target in order to get to Klaus. Paranoia sets in, sending him to a very dark place, and Caroline finally learns the price of being loved so profoundly by a monster. . Issues When Klaus' Hollywood career takes a down turn after a nasty divorce and a viral mug shot, his manager decides his life is not yet miserable enough, bringing in a PR company famous for its high-profile damage control cases.

[AH!AU where Klaus is a problematic movie star and Caroline is a PR agent with no time for his BS.]

#klaroline #klaroline fanfiction #klaus x caroline #klaroline fic #kc fanfiction #kcfic #kc fandom #klaus mikaelson #caroline forbes #the originals rewriting #the vampire diaries fanfiction #yokan writes #masterlist

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stilesgrace159 · 2 months ago

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Steddie Holiday AU

It's somewhat inspired by The Nightmare Before Christmas. Basing the idea off of Holiday themed worlds run by deities. Eddie is king of the vampires and ruler of Halloween. Steve is basically like a young, sexy Santa who rules Christmas. Tensions rise as the holidays seem to blend closer together. Eddie is not pleased. Starter: Since the beginning of time, creatures of pure being have been working together to bring joy and balance to the people of the universe through what they called Holidays. While it took a lot of other creatures to help bring all of the joy and wonder to the people of the world, the highest ranked officials were in charge of overseeing everything. Valentines, St. Patrick's Day, Easter, Halloween, Thanksgiving, New Years, and the head of them all, Christmas. For centuries, they worked together and shared their duties in bringing balance to the people of earth. In recent years however, tensions began to rise as new beings came into power over the titles they once worked for. Meanwhile, in Halloween Town, Eddie was sitting on his throne, clearly upset about something. "Ugh! Why aren't the kids scared of me anymore? Halloween is a week away and I can't sense any fear! I feel weak..." One of his minions chimed in. "W-well master... Part of the reason is because less and less people are decorating or passing out candy... We've even heard word of stores putting Halloween items on sale and selling Christmas things..." Eddie slammed his fist on the arm of his throne. "Seriously?! Halloween hasn't even happened yet and people are already moving on?! What happened to dressing up and playing pranks and eating candy? What is wrong with these humans?!" He sighed. "Maybe I should pay our friend a little visit..." Open Roleplay: My discord is Olliegee21 if you are interested.

#roleplay #rp #stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #vampire #halloween #christmas #holidays #open roleplay #discord roleplay #nightmare before christmas #vampire eddie munson #santa steve harrington

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biskael · 2 months ago

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🌙 WELCOME TO SOLSTICEFEST ! ☀️ even light shines through the darkest of days . welcome to ALLREICH , a pocket realm between realms , accessed through an interdimensional portal .

❄️ HERE ARE THE RULES ✨ :

bleach blogs / bleach verses only . bleach OC + crossover verse characters are accepted ! multimuses are welcome , as well , if you have bleach muses / verses on your roster .

all factions are welcome . consider this event in very neutral territory , with more lighthearted & fun vibes . very low stakes . i wrote this concept for holiday fun & festivities . ( however , it is associated with quincy , but , all are in indeed welcome ) .

the portals to allreich are accessed by magical invites that appear before those invited . if your character wishes to attend , PLEASE LIKE THE POST LINKED HERE . after liking the guestbook post , feel free to contribute with writing a starter , an IC post , a drabble , etc . the invites have magick spells that act as teleporters between realms .

you may have as many threads / asks as you want during the event !

this event is active for 14 days , from december 10 to december 31 ( threads may continue beyond that date , however , if you wish ) .

when posting , please use the tag #ARevent: Solsticefest .

❄️ BACKGROUND ✨ :

allreich has four seasons , and it is currently in winter . most of the scenery in allreich is an illusionary , dreamlike state , like a fantasy . its visuals are currently inspired by this castle . regarded as a bit of an eldritch location , it was manifested by the dreams of ancient quincy from long ago .

solsticefest is a party , so there is music , dancing , plenty of flood drinks , as well as games & activities . things like cookie baking , ice skating , craft-making , star-gazing , bonfires , etc . this is also more open-ended , as you can suggest or contribute your own ideas here , too .

schloss allreich is a palace , so it has many of the amenities & features a palace would to host a big celebration . there are courtyards full of blue roses , balconies , an isolated forest setting , ballrooms , plenty of chambers to sleep in , massive dining rooms , libraries , big kitchens for baking & cooking , etc .

❄️ OPTIONAL ✨ :

your muse may bring one guest to go along with them ! of course , this isn't recquired , your muse may also arrive solo , as well .

post an outfit for your character ! you may draw one yourself , or use a favourite costume / outfit . the theme is christmas motifs , or more extravagent winter attire ( ex. like the style of outfits seen in the "white night" BBS update ) . of course , this is totally optional , or you could also write a description of what they're wearing , if you wish .

your muse can bring a present . for who & what it is is up to you .

your muse may also bring baked goods , cooked food , drinks , etc .

this is my very first event ! i hope you all have fun !

#ARevent: Solsticefest #EDIT : date has been extended !

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justforbooks · 2 months ago

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This Bourbon Glazed Ham is slathered with a bourbon, brown sugar and maple glaze. It’s delicious and incredibly flavorful, the perfect sweet and savory holiday dinner! This juicy bone-in Bourbon Glazed Ham is packed with flavor and perfect for your Thanksgiving, Christmas, or Easter main course.

Obviously, ham can be found both boneless and bone-in. So which best for Bourbon Glazed Ham?

I am personally ALWAYS pro bone-in ham. A bone-in ham makes for a great visual presentation on the table! And it’s not just there for show — a ham bone is an excellent starter for flavorful soups and stocks and lends extra flavor to the ham. That being said, it can be harder to carve around at times, depending on your dexterity.

The incredible bourbon, brown sugar, and maple glaze that has lots of sweet and savory notes pairs so well with the smoky ham. The glaze also has tons of black pepper and butter, making it even more flavorful. It makes a great Thanksgiving or Christmas dinner with a lot of potential for leftovers.

The versatility of Bourbon Glazed Ham is that leftovers will always be eaten. You can make so many things with leftover ham! You can turn your holiday leftovers into several meals for days to come.

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

#just for books #Bourbon Glazed Ham #foodie

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boombambaby · 1 month ago

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one-sentence christmas themed starter for @tenebriism ! [ taken from here! ]

Grimaces, lips pulling back to show his teeth as he takes in the offensive . . . awe-inspiring, festive outfit choice. " . . . Yikes . When did this turn into an ugly Christmas sweater party?" He quips. " You know you didn't have to wear the entire closet; right? "

#tenebriism #▒░ 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴. 𝙷𝙾𝚆'𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃? ░▒ 👑[ dash comm ]#▒░ 𝙷𝙴𝚈. 𝙸'𝙼 𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙼𝚈! ░▒ 👑[ ic ]#I admit I wasn't familiar with a lot of your muses #so I figured I would leave it up for grabs!!#I hope that's okay!

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sorinethemastermind · 2 months ago

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Fluffcember 2024: Home Cooked Meals | Rayllum & Sorvus Callum is determined to ask Rayla to be his girlfriend this Winter Break. But if he can't even start a fire, how is he supposed to create the perfect moment? Soren has decided to stay on campus this Christmas, but with Rayla and Callum as his only company, he's starting to feel like a third wheel. Except maybe it's not just the three of them left on campus after all...

Someone had cleared all the snow off the sidewalks. Corvus wasn’t sure who, but he would like to thank them. Jogging through knee deep snow was impossible, and he had become rather fond of his and Soren’s little routine.

It had slowly evolved since Soren’s spill on the ice. First they had just turned the sound down on what they were listening to so they could give each a warning if anything got especially treacherous. But constantly having to pause things was difficult in thick gloves.

So they had started leaving one earbud out, which led to them making occasional smalltalk. But then they were just pausing things more often instead of less. In the end, they had stuffed their earbuds back into their pockets and jogged in silence. Not that it stayed silent for long, once they started doing that.

Corvus had learned so many things about Soren. He wrote poetry, for starters (though he was too shy to share any of it yet, sometimes he would get inspired while they were jogging and have to stop and jot something down). He was the eldest of two, though he said three, counting his father’s cat Sir Sparklepuff as one of the siblings. The cat had been named by his sister, Claudia. Corvus remembered seeing her around a few times, now that he thought about it. Her boyfriend Terry was in the orchestra with him.

Which was something that Soren was thrilled to learn. He instantly started asking when they would be having their next show so he could attend, and what instrument he played, and how long he’d been doing it. Then it was Corvus’ turn to be shy about his creative pursuit, but in the end he’d told him the date of their next show and Soren had said he’d be there with a big grin on his face and Corvus had felt…

Well, he’d felt a little giddy. Which was a new and interesting development.

But today felt different. Soren wasn’t as talkative as usual. Instead he’d shown up with his earbuds in for the first time in days, and Corvus had been surprised that he missed the casual back and forth they usually had.

“What are you listening to?” he asked eventually, when Soren had stopped to jot something down in his notebook. He’d been doing that a lot today, even more than usual. The blond pulled his beanie up enough to take out an earbud and Corvus noticed that he was wearing an earring. The spot looked a little raw and red, like it was new.

“Just a podcast.”

“What about?” Corvus asked as Soren shoved the notepad back into his pocket and picked up a jog again, leaving one earbud hanging out and banging against his chest as he went.

“Uh. Just, like, mental health stuff. It’s important to know about it even if you’re not dealing with it.” he added quickly.

“Of course.” Corvus said, slowly. “But it’s equally okay if you’re dealing with it.”

“Nah, I’m fine.” Soren flashed him a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Just like learning about this stuff is all.”

“Yeah.”

They continued on in silence, and after a moment, Soren popped his earbud back in and returned his attention to the path ahead. Corvus followed a few steps behind, mulling it over. What had Soren said he liked to listen to?

Reviews of Lord of the Rings, which Corvus had since rewatched (for some reason).

He’d mentioned a lot of what Corvus assumed were fitness podcasts. And… Terrible, Thanks For Asking. And The Mental Health Happy Hour. And The Happiness Lab.

Of course, that could mean nothing. Like Soren had said, it was interesting and important to know about, even if you weren't struggling with mental health yourself. But Soren also struck Corvus as the kind of person to try and solve his own problems.

He’d noticed it slowly, over the last week or so of them spending time together (every day, he realized belatedly). It was little things. The sort of things that you didn’t notice unless you were paying attention (why was he paying attention?).

Like how Soren had twisted his ankle one time and limped the whole way back to their building without saying anything.

Or how when he’d knocked a cup of coffee over in the cafe, he’d cleaned the whole thing up on his own, insisting that it was his fault and Corvus didn’t need to help. The next morning when he’d gone in there had been a replacement mug waiting on the counter with an apologetic note.

Or that time he’d broken the microwave in the communal kitchen. Corvus had walked by multiple times and every time Soren had been there, watching videos and with tools spread out before him, until finally he’d passed by and there had been a cheery sticky note on the front of it that read Fixed! :)

Normally, Corvus wouldn’t have cared. Or even if he did, he wouldn’t have messed with something that wasn’t his business. But if he was being honest, normally he wouldn’t have woken up early and made sure to fix his hair before going on a jog with a guy he’d met by chance a week and a half before. Normally he wouldn’t have rewatched Lord of the Rings so he could watch the new show and be informed when someone (who was practically a stranger) talked in depth about the latest episode.

Because normally that person would have been a stranger, if he’d met them a week and a half ago. But Soren didn’t feel like a stranger. He was so… open. More so than anyone Corvus had ever met. He wasn’t guarded like most people were. He laughed at himself, and he told embarrassing stories that most people Corvus had met would have guarded with their lives, or at least flushed bright red when they came out.

But Soren wasn’t like that. The moment they’d met, he’d offered Corvus all his cards. Except for one. Viren.

Corvus had heard Callum say the name a few times, and instantly Soren changed the subject. Usually with a joke.

Careful, if you say his name three times in front of a mirror I’ve heard he’ll appear and scold you about your homework being late.

Better watch what you say, he has eyes and ears everywhere. Who knows what he might do if he found out about that.

Shh, he’d lock you in his dungeon if he heard you saying that.

They’d all chuckle, and the conversation would move on, but Soren wouldn’t. He’d be a little off, a little distant, until suddenly he’d shake himself out of it and grin and say something self depreciating. Usually about how he was clumsy. Or stupid. Or any number of other things that he wasn’t.

It had taken Corvus a little while to realize the man Soren treated like an evil wizard or some sort of villainous spectre, was actually his father.

He’d tried to ask about him one time, when Soren got all melancholy. Corvus wasn’t sure why, it was out of character for him, but the words had been out of his mouth before he could stop them.

“Do you ever miss it? Home, I mean?”

Soren had scoffed. “What? Nah. Why think about the dark castle when I’ve got my own kingdom right here.”

And that had been the end of it. But now… Corvus had gathered that this was Soren’s first Christmas not going home. His first one without Claudia, who he talked about every chance he got.

Claudia and the goofy pranks they would pull on one another.

Claudia and how smart she was.

Claudia and the cinnamon rolls she and her Mom would make every year for Christmas breakfast-

Somehow, after their jog, Corvus found himself in the grocery store. He’d looked up a recipe online, just to see what it would entail. Not that he’d planned to do anything with it. But it hadn’t been very complicated, and he already knew how to bake. Enjoyed it, even. And if he could bring a little bit of home back to campus for Soren…

Well, what was the harm, really?

So he bought the supplies, and he went back to the communal kitchens, and he made a batch of cinnamon rolls. It wasn’t Soren’s mother’s recipe, but they looked good and they smelled even better. So he took them and the little baking tray he’d made them in, and he covered the top in tin foil to trap the heat inside. And he stood outside Soren’s door the same way he had with the flu medicine and soup that first morning they’d gone out running together.

Except this time, instead of leaving it there and returning to his own room, he knocked.

Soren answered almost immediately.

“Corvus?” he asked, glancing down at the tray in his hands. “Hey. What’s up?”

Suddenly Corvus wasn’t really sure what to say. I made you cinnamon rolls since I’m pretty sure you miss your family? No. He couldn’t say that. Could he? Not when Soren hadn’t asked him to, or even told him that he did. He’d just think Corvus was being nosy… Right?

“I wanted to try out a new recipe.” he said instead. “But I don’t think I can eat them all on my own. Do you want some?”

“Uh, sure. Thanks! What are they?” Soren held the door open and let Corvus into his room. It was the first time he’d been inside.

“Cinnamon rolls.” he told him, glancing around. It was surprisingly sparse. Corvus had been expecting Soren’s room to be brighter, louder. Sort of like him. Instead it was… bland? Like someone lived in it part time. “You mentioned that your family made them for the holidays and I got… inspired.”

“Oh.”

Corvus heard the door close behind him and Soren walked past him into the room, gesturing at a bean bag on the floor. “Sorry, I don’t really have chairs or anything. I don’t spend a lot of time in here, to be honest.”

“What about your roommate?” Corvus asked, setting the tray on a stack of textbooks that appeared to serve as a table before sinking into the bean bag. It was old and rather deflated.

“He spends most of his time in his room. I’m not allowed in there.” Soren sat on the floor, crossing his legs before him and drumming his fingers against his knee. He leaned forward, holding a hand up to his mouth and whispering; “I think he might be a hoarder.”

“What?” Corvus blinked at him.

“Yeah. He’s always bringing weird stuff in. Little trinkets and things. Like a crow, collecting shiny objects. I actually got him this for Christmas.” Soren got up and went into his room, returning with a… a taxidermy crow.

“Where in the world did you get that?” Corvus asked, sitting up a little straighter. Or at least, as straight as he could in a partially deflated bean bag chair.

“I saw it in this old antique shop. Clauds is always going to them, and sometimes she’ll ask me to tag along. Just reminded me of him. Look-” he pulled something from his pocket and stuck it on the bird’s head. “-I even got it a little hat.”

Corvus snorted. “It’s nice that you and your roommate are exchanging gifts. Opeli and I get along, but we mostly keep to ourselves. She’s always busy.”

“Oh, we’re not.” Soren said, sticking the crow and its little hat on a nearby shelf. “Clauds was buying presents for everybody when we were out and I just figured why not, you know?”

“You and Claudia spent a lot of time together.”

“Yeah.” Soren sat back down, drumming out another pattern on his knee. “She’s like my best friend.”

“Well, I’ll do my best to tide you over till she gets back.” Corvus said, reaching over and uncovering the tray of cinnamon rolls. “Do you have plates?”

He glanced up to find Soren staring at him, an odd look on his face.

“What?”

“Just… I don’t know. You didn’t have to do any of this.”

“I wanted to.”

“Thanks.”

They were silent for a moment, and then Soren shook himself out of whatever thought he was having. “I’ll go and get some plates. Does paper work?”

“You don’t have plates?”

“Corvus, you’re literally sitting on a bean bag chair I found on the side of the road. No, I don’t have plates.”

Corvus wrinkled his nose, glancing down at his seat. After a moment he shifted onto the floor. There was no knowing where that bean bag had been and what it had gone through in its life.

“Paper plates are fine.” he decided, making a mental note not to trust any cutlery Soren did own.

“Great.” his friend returned with a pair of paper plates, brushing some suspicious crumbs off of one of them (Corvus was grateful that he kept that one for himself).

“To new traditions.” Corvus found himself saying as he tore off a cinnamon roll and passed it to Soren.

The blond smiled. “To new traditions.”

#fluffcember 2024 #fluffcember #a campus christmas fic #my fic #fandom event #modern au #soren tdp #corvus tdp #sorvus #the dragon prince #continuethesaga #giveusthesaga #sorvus fic #soren fic #corvus fic

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damnedrainbows · 1 year ago

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RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

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I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

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And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

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alianarepasa · 1 year ago

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Little Toy Prince: Chapter 1

Summary: After bringing in a wooden Christmas toy Nutcracker, which for some reason, looks like his ex-rival, SMG3 woke up from a noise in the upper floor of his cafe. Little did he know, he will be experiencing the classic Christmas story, without any knowledge of its story.

Tags: Inspired by Barbie in the Nutcracker, Nutcracker Story

Note: Thanks to Olive/lullabycreations for being my proof-reader for the Prologue and Chapter 1, even if they have no knowledge on SMG4

When he noticed it, he instantly sprinted, and then crouched a little to take a closer look at the box. He titled his head. “The hell?” SMG3 thoughted in confusion.

He doesn’t remember having that box being there, did he order something from earlier? He checked his online shopping application on his phone, and to his surprise, there is no listing that he ordered something. So if he didn’t even order anything, why the hell is it here? In fact, how long is it here? He then looks left and right if anyone is looking up at him, in which no one did as the area he is in right now is empty. Well it makes sense since it is gonna be closer to night time right about now. Either way, he took the box with him, and instantly went inside into his cafe.

As he goes inside, he is then instantly greeted by his beloved doggo child Eggdog. He instantly smiled and greeted his pet.

“Hello Eggdog! Miss your dad?”

Eggdog barked in excitement as it can be translated as a yes to his dad. However, Eggdog then stopped, looked at the box, and tilted his head, as if he was curious about what SMG3 was holding. SMG3 instantly noticed it.

“Oh this? It's just a box I found in front of our cafe. I… don’t know who left it there though. Did you see someone either delivering it, or leaving it at the door, Eggdog?” He asked.

Eggdog then tilted his head again. Crap, that just means the answer is a no. SMG3 was saddened by that answer, but it is no big surprise.

“Huh… well, whoever left this box outside, it got to be something!” He exclaimed it in a slight furiousness, as he wanted some answer. Eggdog barked at SMG3 back, probably telling Three that maybe he could try checking the box to investigate it further, in which, SMG3 agreed.

“Yea you’re right Eggdog! Maybe I should check in this box!” He placed the box on the counter, with Eggdog then jumped into it as well, and thus, the investigation began.

From what SMG3 and his doggo see, it is a brown box with no stamps and/or writing on it for starters, which means that this is a suspicious looking box. Great! Totally not suspicious at all! Secondly, it doesn’t have a tape to keep the box protected from being open, or at least, the box itself doesn’t seem to be sealed when he first saw it, which not only gave Three another huge red flag, but also made him think that someone probably already opened it and “steal” it, making him think that the box is empty. But this doesn’t make any sense, as he felt that there was something inside of that box when he carried it. It isn’t too heavy, but it isn’t too light either. And lastly, and most importantly, when he carried the box, it also didn't have a letter right next to it, making this suspicious looking box even more suspicious.

SMG3 then thought to himself, what if he just opens the box, and sees what’s inside of it? After all, it was placed at his cafe, maybe it could be some kind of Secret Santa or whatever gift giving secret is called in Christmas, just done either very rashly, or poorly, as if someone gave up trying to wrap the gift itself. Either way, he opened the box, with Eggdog of course confused, yet curious on why his dad opened it, and as he opened it, he was surprised by what he saw. Inside of the suspicious box, is a Nutcracker, or at least, he guessed that it is a Nutcracker?

The Nutcracker is not what SMG3 expected, he just had this talk with SMG4, and agreed that he, Four, and the others would watch a Barbie movie adaptation of it, and now this wooden toy came into his own cafe, as if the universe is laughing at him again, only this time, they’re laughing at him because of his “I don’t celebrate Christmas with anyone, therefore, I ain’t celebrating it!” Mentality in the past, which is already not a good sign for SMG3. Although, as he took a closer look at it, the Nutcracker appearance looks a bit peculiar to him. It has a blue marching band outfit look, with brown boots, and some gold and white accent to each component of the outfit. Its hat is also in that color scheme, with a “S” insignia on it. As he looked down into its face, he noticed that the carving of its face looks more like SMG4, has the exact hairstyle, hair color, and everything, except, the eyes is a black to blue gradient dot, with a fake white highlight on the left side of each of its eyes. This made SMG3 a realization. His face turned into annoyance.

“...This is for SMG4 isn’t it?” He said it as he turned his head to Eggdog. Of course, Eggdog simply replied with a bark. SMG3 then sighed and looked back at the wooden toy. “Well, may as close this box and-” As he’s about to close it, he causes the box to nudge a bit, which causes the Nutcracker to slightly slide as well, but it also causes the right arm to slightly separate to its body. SMG3 instantly noticed this.

“Ah crap, not only they mailed this box to the wrong location, they probably accidentally broke it!?” SMG3 then groans in irritation. He then grabs the Nutcracker, with it’s right arm out of the box, and places them into the counter, with Three placing the Nutcracker standing up. “I’ll be right back, just gonna get something to fix it’s arm.” He said as he left the counter area of the cafe, and entered the “Employees Only” room, leaving Eggdog, and the right armless wooden doll in the room. While Eggdog waited for his dad to get the tool, Eggdog then started to get a bit curious about a wooden doll, and tried to sniff it. As the doggo is about to do it, suddenly, the wooden doll turns its head to Eggdog, as if it is like one of those creepy dolls. This freaked Eggdog out a bit, and started to bark, possibly trying to call for his dad. Thankfully, SMG3 got out of the “Employees Only” room with a toolbox, as he looked at Eggdog in a frightened, yet worried look.

“HUH?! IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG EGGDOG?” SMG3 exclaimed. Eggdog barks repeatedly to the Nutcracker, as if the doggo is trying to tell Three that the doll’s head turned at him unexpectedly, in which gave Three a skeptic look for at least a moment until he looked at the wooden doll, and noticed that his pet son is right, the head did turned. This caused SMG3 to widen his eyes a bit because of that. “The hell?! How did that doll turn its head? Do even Nutcrackers do that on their own?” He said in a shock, yet with a slight of a frightened look on his face. He holds the wooden doll, and expects it a bit. He then turns the wooden doll’s head back into a front position, and sees if it moves, and within a second, it turns its head back into the position that it turned to Eggdog before. SMG3 examines the doll a bit more and finds out what caused it. He then tells Eggdog about it, and petted him to reassure his little doggo.

“Aww, it’s alright my little Eggdog! This doll head is just a bit loose. Let me just fix it a bit, while also putting its arm back into its body ok?” This thankfully calmed Eggdog.

After reassuring his meme pet son, he then started to fix the Nutcracker. Firstly, SMG3 slightly pushes the head a bit to make sure it doesn't feel loose, in which he successfully fixed, as he tested it to make it turn into a different direction, without having it turning into the same direction. After that, he then examined the right shoulder of the wooden doll, and noticed that the peg for the right arm was no longer in the slot, but rather, it was instead stuck to the arm itself, in which he pulled the peg out from its arm, and saw that the peg was broken. He tries to fit the peg back to its shoulder slot, but with no luck.

“Hmm, maybe the peg itself is broken?” He wondered about it as he took a look at it.

The peg itself seems to have… cut off in half? This causes SMG3 to feel more confused. Why would a single wooden peg be cut off? I mean, it is impossible to literally cut off the smallest wood, not to mention, a wooden peg, with an axe or a saw blade, well, maybe the latter one could be possible if you have a very sharp eyesight, can easily not get yourself a cut, and make it not move around, but still, this feels a bit odd for Three. Either way, he checks if the other half of the peg is in the right shoulder slot, but it was there unfortunately. He sighed in disappointment.

“Well, I'm gonna need to find a good replacement for this peg. Maybe I could just replace it with a screw?” He questioned himself. SMG3 then gets his toolbox and gets the screws, and the screwdriver. He then uses his phone and turns on its flashlight mode to see if the thread of the screw can fit in, and make sure the peg’s original spot isn’t too large that it will take the whole screw, while also not too small of a slot that it won’t fit in, which thankfully, it is in the right size. After that, he placed his phone to the side and grabbed the screw, as he gently placed it into its slot, and then he used his screwdriver and placed its tip into the screw’s head, and turned the handle clockwise gently until it was right enough to place the arm. He then inserted the arm, and it was done!

“There! Good as new! Man, I'm so awesome for fixing it!” He egotistically noted himself, self-proclaiming himself that he was the best at it, with Eggdog bark excitedly that his dad fix the Nutcracker. Three smiled at his doggo.

“Now that I fixed this wooden doll, I may as well put it back and-” As he was about to say something, he then heard a notification noise on his phone. He picks it up and checks the phone, and who else but SMG4 himself. Four has messaged Three, and causes him to check on it. The message reads…

STUPID BINGUS

(SMG4)

Hey Three! Just letting you know that if you already have a gift ready for your Secret Santa for tomorrow’s Christmas Eve!

Sent 6:50pm

Hope you didn’t just have to give them your cafe merch and that’s it. I’m kidding lol.

Sent 6:50pm

But in seriousness though, just letting you know about it.

Sent 6:51pm

“Well… shit…” Three muttered under his breath. He realized that he forgot the gift… great… he’s smoked! He instantly checked into his counter cabinet and saw if he still had that paper that he drew it from a couple of weeks ago. He sadly couldn’t find it in the cabinet, as he instead then checks his overall pockets, but got no luck. He then screamed, and started to shudder.

“AHHH! WHERE DID I EVEN PLACED IT?!” Eggdog then started to help his dad by sniffing it out. They looked and checked everywhere in the cafe, but unfortunately, it wasn’t anywhere in the area they are in, until SMG3 got his expression widened.

“Maybe I left it at my evil lair! C’mon Eggdog!” He exclaimed in worries, with his doggo replied back with a simple bark.

Eggdog then instantly jumped into Three’s arm, and instantly went into the “Employee Only” room, without noticing that they left the Nutcracker unintended.

Few hours went by, it was almost 9 o’clock pm. SMG3 and Eggdog came back from their bedroom, still worried that he had lost that paper. Three then started to panic.

“OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! WHERE DID THAT PAPER COULD BE? I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO IS MY SECRET SANTA THIS YEAR! IF I LEFT AT FOUR’S PLACE I-” As Three keeps circling around the room and talks in worries, while Eggdog is look sadden as he has the same feeling as his dad right now, he narrowed his doggy eyes a bit at the wooden doll, then instantly went back to seeing it again, as he noticed something right next to the doll. It was that paper that his dad was looking for! Eggdog then started to bark at his dad to get his attention, in which Three did.

“Hm? What is it boy?” Three asked with a worried expression. His son pointed at the paper with his snout, which he followed on what Eggdog had pointed. He instantly went to it and grabbed it immediately.

“OH THANK GOD!” He exclaimed in relief. “IT WAS THERE THIS WHOLE TIME?! BUT LAST TIME I CHECKED, IT WASN’T THERE BEFORE LAST TIME!! HOW IS IT THAT POSSIBLE?” SMG3 added as he questioned the placement of the paper. Eggdog then suddenly stares at the wooden doll suspiciously, which made SMG3 confused at first, until his own mind made an instant realization on why Eggdog was feeling suspicious at the doll. He believes that Eggdog is trying to say that the doll did something with it.

“Eggdog, are you saying that the wooden doll was hiding the paper, or at least retrieve it back for me to grab it?” He skeptically asked Eggdog. Eggdog did not respond to Three with a bark, but he however started sniffing around the counter, then jumped off safely to the ground, as he continually sniffed until he stopped at the other side of the entrance door to Three’s cafe. Three then followed Eggdog, and as he was to ask what Eggdog saw, he noticed from what it looked like a dew on the floor, as if someone, that was so small, went outside, and then came back with some leftover snow, that has now melted into a dew. This made Three and his doggo a bit confused, while also frightened a little.

“That… wasn’t there before… was it?” SMG3 muttered to himself. He knows that the trail itself couldn’t be Eggdog as not only it looks somewhat recent, and too small for his paw size to make those trails, but Eggdog is also right next to him this whole time. So he and Eggdog followed the trail with their eye contact, and although the trail’s track had started to disappear, they still tried to follow it. They then slowly looked up a look a bit on where the trails lead, and stopped as they realized where it leads. It leads back to the Nutcracker. This caused Three and Eggdog made a realization. Did that doll move? And if it did, how?

As SMG3 is about to say something, he instantly hears his phone ringing. He checked his phone and it's a reminder schedule. Seems like it is his time to go to sleep.

“...Welp! Looks like we have to get some rest, c’mon now Eggdog.” He exclaimed calmly. As SMG3 walks back to the counter, Eggdog stops him and barks repeatedly, as if it was telling Three “what about the dew of footprints, the Nutcracker, and the Secret Santa then dad?” To which SMG3 replied.

“We will do it tomorrow little buddy, maybe it could be some kind of pest that went inside, which… I hope it is not those vermin again…” He narrowed his eyes after saying that, as not so very long ago, the rats instantly infested the area, when the cafe was still in the construction stage, causing his opening of his cafe to be delayed a bit. He did learn that it was Bob who hypnotized them away, with Mario being the one who created the tunnel to get through to the construction area. Three also learned that apparently Depresso was their leader to cause those vermin to suddenly appear at SMG4 place, which made a lot more sense since he and SMG4 did see him one time with a dead rat, in the vent during WOTFI. Either way, he only said this because he doubted that the wooden doll could be the one who either got or stolen that paper, as it is bizarre that all of the sudden, it can finally move after fixing it, though then again, it is possible that it COULD be the Nutcracker since the box did came out of nowhere and was just left it there, and, once he fixed the doll, got reminded that he has a secret santa during the christmas eve party tomorrow, almost lose the paper, and started the whole somewhat possibly meaningless search, it was with it this whole time!... Or he is just so tired that he couldn’t even look clearly that it was on the counter, it was just his own vision that couldn't even see it.

Either way, he then goes to the counter, picks up the paper right next to the Nutcracker, and opens the “Employees Only” door for Eggdog.

“You go first my precious boy!” SMG3 said as he smiled at his meme pet. Eggdog was a bit skeptical, but nevertheless, he was getting tired, so he went inside first. SMG3 was about to follow him, but he looked at the Nutcracker again a bit, before he closed the door again, leaving the Nutcracker alone once more. And as that happened, its dotted eyes started to shine.

It is now 10 o’clock, geez that was… something. SMG3 is now in bed, in his own pajamas, a black sleep top, and a purple sweatpants, with a purple sock and the Eggdog slipper. He also has his purple robe, as it is now in the winter season, so he needs at least some cold resistance to it whenever he sleeps. Eggdog has now fallen asleep next to him. Three is just done looking through his phone, and as he is about to go to sleep, he looks at the paper right next to him, his Secret Santa to be more exact. He’s a bit scared. As he is letting his own thoughts run, not only has he somewhat forgotten about it, but he also still doesn’t even know who his Secret Santa is, and how he can give them a gift that isn’t just his cafe merch. His possible secret santa could be either of the SMG4’s friends. It could be either Meggy or Mario if it's like the closest friend group that he hangs out with. Or it could be Tari or Saiko as at least a change of pace. Melony or Bob could also work. He would rather not have Boopkins to be his Secret Santa though. But if it is not one of them, then this only leaves one person… SMG4.

Gosh the universe is probably laughing at Three again. I mean, what if it is SMG4? If it is him, he may as well think of a gift tomorrow fast! Unless… he could just use the Nutcracker as a gift, since he originally thought that it was for Four, but after what happened today, he started to think that it may or may not be a good idea to send it to him as a gift. Either way, it's either one of Four’s friends to give them a gift, or it would be his meme guardian partner himself. SMG3 then looked at the paper again, he stared at least a bit, before his own thoughts ran through him, and made a decision. He has to know who his Secret Santa is.

SMG3 sighed, as he looked at the blank folded paper one more time, he then started to open it, and see who it would be, until…

“No, I-I will just do it tomorrow, it’s better if I just know who it will be if I just know it the next day, than letting myself worry the whole night. It’s… better that way.” He uttered himself silently. He placed his paper inside the robe, and started to lay-down. He now let his eyes go shut-eyed.

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