#crossing destinies ff

[winonaparadise]

As someone else who's previous assumption was that you'd had ffs you should thank your dad for having to bear the cross of being a cis guy with a hot girl's face just so he could pass it on to you to fulfill it's true destiny.

Or tell him to start hrt

[novaursa]

The Crown of Winter Roses

- Summary: Rhaegar starts the Rebellion by stealing his sister, you.

- Paring: sister!reader/Rhaegar Targaryen

- Rating: Mature 18+

- Next part: 2

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff @alyssa-dayne @oxymakestheworldgoround

Rhaegar sat alone in his chambers. The silence of the Red Keep was stifling, yet he welcomed it, for it was in these moments of solitude that he could allow himself to be truly vulnerable, to grapple with the emotions that he kept so tightly locked away.

He thought of you, his sister, Y/N. The memory of your face haunted him, a ghost that lingered at the edge of his thoughts. He could still recall the first time he had held you, a small babe with a crown of silver hair and eyes that mirrored his own. He had been only a boy then, but even at that tender age, he had felt an overwhelming protectiveness. You were more than just his sister; you were a part of him, as if the gods had split his soul and given half of it to you.

He had watched you grow, seen the child you were slowly transform into the woman you would become. The court whispered of your beauty, the poets sang of it. “The Jewel of Westeros,” they called you, and not without reason. But it was not just your beauty that captivated him. It was your spirit, the fire in your eyes that spoke of strength and intelligence beyond your years. You were the only one who could calm the storm within him, the only one who could make him forget, even for a moment, the heavy weight of prophecy and destiny that lay upon his shoulders.

But then, the gods – or perhaps it was his father’s madness – had intervened. Aerys had refused to wait, refused to allow you to come of age. Instead, he had bound Rhaegar to Elia Martell, a match that, while strategic, felt like a betrayal. The memory of that day still burned in his mind. He had stood before the Great Hall, the words of his vows leaving a bitter taste in his mouth. Elia had been kind, gentle even, but she was not you. The thought had shamed him then, and it shamed him still.

His father had sent you away not long after, to Storm’s End, to serve as Lady Cassana’s ward. It was a cruel twist of fate, separating the two of you when he needed you most. He had protested, of course, but Aerys had been adamant. He had raved about alliances and security, about keeping you safe from those who would use you against him. But Rhaegar knew the truth. His father had seen the way he looked at you, had seen the way you looked at him. And Aerys, mad as he was, could not abide the thought of losing control, not over his son, and certainly not over you.

He clenched his fists, the leather of his gloves creaking in the quiet. He had tried to be a good husband to Elia, tried to fulfill his duties as prince and father. But there was always that emptiness, that hollow space where you should have been. He had convinced himself, for a time, that it was for the best, that you were safer far from the intrigues of King’s Landing, away from the poisonous whispers and plotting eyes. But in his heart, he knew that he was lying to himself. You were his other half, the light to his shadow, the calm to his storm. Without you, he was incomplete.

And then there was the prophecy, the haunting words that had plagued him since he was a boy. “The dragon has three heads.” He had believed, with all his heart, that you were meant to be by his side, that you were the key to unlocking the secrets of the past, to ensuring the future of their House. But instead, you were betrothed to Brandon Stark, a match that made him seethe with a jealousy he could not control. Stark was a brute, a man of the North, with no understanding of the fire that burned within you, the dragon’s blood that coursed through your veins.

He rose from his chair and crossed the room to the small table where his harp lay. The strings were cool beneath his fingers, and he plucked at them absently, a soft, mournful melody filling the air. He had written this song for you, though he had never played it where others could hear. It spoke of loss and longing, of a love that could never be. His voice, when he sang, was low and rough, each word a plea to the gods who had denied him what he desired most.

“You were always meant to be mine,” he whispered, the words breaking like waves against the shores of his despair. “And now you are lost to me.”

He thought of you in Storm’s End, surrounded by strangers, your laughter no longer echoing through the halls of the Red Keep. Did you miss him as he missed you? Did you think of him in the quiet moments, as he thought of you? He did not know, and that uncertainty was a blade that twisted in his chest.

He set the harp down and turned away, unable to bear the sight of it any longer. Duty and destiny, love and loss – they were chains that bound him, unbreakable and cruel. He had tried to be strong, to be the prince his people needed, but he was only a man, and men were weak, fallible. They loved, they lost, they yearned for things they could never have.

Rhaegar closed his eyes, and in the darkness, he saw your face, your smile, heard your voice like a whisper on the wind. “Forgive me, Y/N,” he murmured, his voice barely more than a breath. “Forgive me for not being strong enough, for not being able to fight for you.”

But it was too late for forgiveness, too late for regrets. The path had been set, and he was bound to it, as surely as he was bound to Elia. All he could do now was move forward, step by painful step, and hope that, in the end, the gods would grant him some measure of peace.

But deep in his heart, he knew that peace would never come. Not without you.

The Hall of a Hundred Hearths was filled with the roar of voices, the excitement of the crowd palpable as the knights readied themselves for the next tilt. Yet, amidst the clamor and the spectacle, Rhaegar Targaryen found himself strangely detached, his thoughts drifting far from the tourney field.

It had been years since he had last seen you, years spent trying to bury the longing that never truly left him. He had told himself, time and again, that it was for the best, that you were safer away from him, from the web of power and madness that ensnared their family. But the distance had done nothing to quell the ache. If anything, it had only deepened it, the emptiness in his heart growing more profound with each passing day.

The knights before him clashed, steel against steel, but Rhaegar’s eyes were drawn inexorably upward, to the royal stands. There, amidst the fluttering banners and the noble lords and ladies, he saw you.

The sight of you struck him like a blade, sharp and sudden. You had changed, as all must with the passage of time, but the essence of you remained the same. Your beauty, once remarked upon by the poets and whispered about in the courts, had only grown, maturing into something almost otherworldly. You were resplendent, a beacon of silver and violet, your hair catching the sunlight as it streamed through the high windows, your gown a cascade of pale blue and gold.

For a moment, the world around him seemed to still, the noise of the tourney fading to a distant murmur. It was as if time itself had paused, granting him this fleeting, stolen moment to simply look at you. He drank in every detail, the curve of your lips, the grace with which you moved, the way your eyes sparkled with a light he had not seen in so long.

He could see the way others watched you, their admiration barely concealed, but none dared approach. There was something untouchable about you, something that set you apart from the rest. You were a Targaryen, with all the fire and blood that name carried, and you wore it like a mantle, like a crown.

It was then that his gaze met yours. For a heartbeat, everything else fell away. He saw the recognition in your eyes, the soft widening as you realized who was staring back at you. In that brief exchange, a thousand unspoken words passed between you. There was shock, yes, but also something deeper, something that stirred the embers of hope he had long thought extinguished.

He could not look away, even as his heart hammered in his chest. The years apart had not dimmed his feelings; if anything, they had only grown stronger, more desperate. You were not just his sister; you were his other half, the missing piece that made him whole. Seeing you now, after so long, was like stepping out of a darkened room and into the light. And he knew, in that instant, that he would do anything, anything, to have you by his side once more.

But then the world rushed back in, the cheers of the crowd, the calls of the heralds, the thunder of hooves as the next pair of knights charged. Rhaegar tore his gaze from you, the loss of your eyes on his a physical pain. He tried to focus on the match before him, but his mind was a tumult of emotions, his heart warring with itself.

He had a wife, children. His duty lay with them, with his family, with the kingdom. But the gods were cruel, and they had given him a glimpse of what he could never have. It was a torment, one that he bore with quiet anguish.

When his turn came to ride, he moved almost on instinct, his mind still consumed by thoughts of you. The lance felt heavy in his hand, the armor a suffocating weight. As he rode onto the field, he felt the eyes of the crowd upon him, but there was only one pair that mattered.

He did not know what possessed him in that moment. Perhaps it was the need to show you, to prove that he had not forgotten, that you were still, and always would be, the center of his world. Or perhaps it was something deeper, something primal that he could not control.

When he unhorsed his opponent, the cheers of the crowd were distant, hollow in his ears. His gaze sought you out again, and when he found you, he saw something in your expression that made his heart clench. There was pride there, yes, but also something softer, something that spoke of shared pain and longing.

Without thinking, he dismounted and approached the stands, his steps slow and deliberate. The murmurs rose around him, whispers spreading like wildfire as the crowd sensed something unprecedented was about to happen. His heart pounded, each beat a drum in his ears, but he did not falter.

He stopped before you, his eyes never leaving yours. The silence stretched, taut as a bowstring. He could see Brandon Stark’s eyes burning with anger, Robert Baratheon’s face twisting with something darker, but they were of no consequence. Not now. Not in this moment.

Slowly, almost reverently, he lifted the crown of blue winter roses, the flowers fresh and vibrant against the silver circlet. He could feel the tension in the air, the breathless anticipation of the crowd, but he did not care. This was for you, for you alone.

When he placed the crown upon your head, his fingers brushed your hair, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. He held your gaze, his voice a low murmur that only you could hear. “For the queen of love and beauty,” he said, the words heavy with a meaning that went far beyond the ritual they were meant to serve.

For a moment, he allowed himself to hope, to dream of a world where you could be his, where you could stand beside him as you were always meant to. But the dream was fleeting, shattered by the reality that loomed just beyond this fragile bubble of time.

He saw the fury in Brandon’s eyes, the confusion and hurt in Robert’s. He knew what they would say, what they would think, but none of it mattered. Not now. Not with you looking at him the way you were, as if you, too, felt the same unbearable pull that had haunted him for so long.

He wanted to speak, to say something, anything that could convey the depth of what he felt. But the words would not come. Instead, he bowed his head slightly, a gesture of respect, of devotion, and then turned away.

As he walked back to his horse, he felt the weight of what he had done settle upon him. He had defied convention, defied expectation, and in doing so, he had set events in motion that he could not control. But for that single, shining moment, he had been true to himself, to what he felt. And as he rode away, the image of you crowned with winter roses burned bright in his mind, a beacon of hope in the gathering storm.

For good or ill, he had made his choice. And whatever came next, whatever price he would have to pay, he knew it would be worth it, if it meant having you, even for just a moment, in his life once more.

Rhaegar’s pulse thundered in his ears as he waited in the shadows of the godswood, his hands trembling beneath his gloves. The cool air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but he barely noticed. His thoughts were consumed by what he was about to do, the irrevocable act that would change the course of their lives forever. He could hear the distant sound of laughter, of celebration, the wedding feast in full swing. Lyanna Stark, the Wolf Maid, would be wed to Robert Baratheon tonight, and the halls of Storm’s End would echo with the revelry of that union.

But Rhaegar had no place among the revelers. His heart, his soul, his very being was elsewhere—focused solely on you. The thought of you, promised to another, made his blood boil. The pain of it was unbearable, a gnawing, relentless ache that had driven him to the brink of madness.

It was madness, he knew that. To steal you away on such a night, under the very roof of the man who would wed Lyanna, under the watchful eye of your betrothed, Brandon Stark. But he had no choice. He had tried to resist, had tried to stay away, to let you go, but the gods—those cruel, capricious beings—had bound his heart to yours, and no force in the world could sever that bond.

He had watched you from afar, seen the way you carried yourself, poised and proud, even as you stood beside the Stark boy, your future husband. It had taken every ounce of his will not to storm the hall then and there, to tear you away from the one who claimed you. But he had waited, biding his time, knowing that this was his last chance to act.

He thought of the prophecy again, of the words that haunted his every waking moment: “The dragon has three heads.” He needed you, not just as a man craves a woman, but as a king needs his queen, as a dreamer needs his vision. You were part of his destiny, the key to everything. And if he let you slip away now, if he let you be bound to another, all would be lost.

The sound of approaching footsteps jarred him from his thoughts, and he tensed, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. But then he saw you, slipping quietly through the trees, your face pale in the moonlight, your eyes wide and searching. You had come. He had not been sure that you would, had not been sure that you would heed the message he had sent. But you had come.

“Y/N,” he breathed, your name a prayer on his lips as you drew closer. You looked at him, and in that moment, he saw everything—fear, hope, confusion, love. The conflicting emotions in your eyes mirrored his own, and for a heartbeat, he hesitated. What right did he have to do this, to tear you away from the life you knew, from the family who loved you?

But then he thought of Brandon Stark, of the vows you would be forced to speak, the life you would be forced to live. And he knew, with a certainty that bordered on madness, that he could not let that happen.

“Rhaegar, what are you doing?” your voice trembled, a note of desperation creeping in. You had always been strong, unyielding, but now, faced with the enormity of what he was about to do, he saw the cracks in your armor. “This is insane. If they find us—”

“They won’t,” he interrupted, his voice firm, resolute. “We will be gone before they know it. I’ve made arrangements, planned everything. We can be across the border of Stormlands by dawn.”

You shook your head, taking a step back, and his heart lurched in his chest. “And then what? We run? We hide for the rest of our lives? What about the realm, Rhaegar? What about your children? What about—”

“I love you.” The words burst from him, raw and unguarded, and he saw the shock in your eyes. He had never said it before, never dared to, but now, standing here in the dark, with everything on the line, he could hold it back no longer. “I love you, Y/N. I’ve loved you since the day you were born. And I know it’s selfish, I know it’s wrong, but I can’t let you go. I can’t let you marry him.”

Your eyes softened, the fire in them dimming for just a moment. He reached out, his hand trembling as it brushed your cheek, and you did not pull away. “Please, come with me,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I can’t do this without you. I can’t be who I’m meant to be without you.”

He saw the conflict in your eyes, the war between duty and desire, and he held his breath, waiting. For a long, agonizing moment, you said nothing, your gaze locked on his. And then, slowly, you nodded.

“Alright,” you said, your voice barely more than a whisper. “Alright, Rhaegar. I’ll go with you.”

Relief, so intense it was almost painful, flooded through him. He took your hand, gripping it tightly, and together you turned toward the waiting horse, your steps quick and silent. He glanced back only once, at the great, shadowed bulk of Storm’s End, at the hall where Lyanna Stark would be married to Robert Baratheon, where Brandon Stark would soon discover that his bride had vanished into the night.

He knew what would come next. Knew that Robert would not let this insult stand, that Brandon would be furious, that Aerys, his father, would react with the same madness and cruelty that had come to define him. He knew that blood would be spilled, that the realm would be torn apart, that everything he had tried to build would come crashing down around him. But none of that mattered. Not now. Not with you beside him.

He mounted his horse and reached down to help you up, his hands steady now, his heart calm. This was right. This was what was meant to be. You fit against him perfectly, your body warm against his, your arms wrapped around his waist as the horse moved beneath you.

He glanced back once more, a final farewell to the life he was leaving behind, and then turned his gaze forward.

He knew, deep down, that there would be no forgiveness, no redemption for what he had done. He had stolen you, taken you from those who cared for you, had set a flame to the tinder that would ignite the realm. But he could not bring himself to care. The thought of you with Brandon, with anyone but him, was a torment he could not bear.

And so he rode on, his arms tight around you, his mind a storm of guilt and desire, fear and hope. The rebellion would come, and with it, death and destruction. But for now, in this moment, you were his, and he was yours, and that was all that mattered.

The journey south had been a blur, days and nights merging into one endless ride. He had spoken little, lost in his own thoughts, his guilt and desire warring within him. He knew what they would say, what they would think: that he was mad, that he was his father’s son. But this was not madness, not truly. It was something else, something far more terrible. He could not live without you, could not let you be bound to another when you were meant to be his. The gods themselves had decreed it, and who was he to deny their will?

The feeling of you now, riding with him, was both a comfort and a torment. Your face was pale, drawn, but there was a strength in your eyes that had always been there, a fire that burned even in the darkest of times. He wanted to speak, to tell you that he was sorry, that he knew what he had done was unforgivable. But the words would not come. How could he explain what he barely understood himself? How could he make you see that this was the only way, the only path left to him?

He glanced down at you, his heart aching with a pain that was almost physical. You were staring straight ahead, your posture rigid, your hands clenched tightly around the sleeves of your dress. He could feel the tension in your shoulders, the way you held yourself as if preparing for some unseen blow. You were afraid, and that knowledge cut him deeper than any blade.

He had sworn to protect you, to keep you safe from harm. And now he had become the very thing you needed protection from. It was a bitter irony, one that left a foul taste in his mouth. But he could not, would not, let you go. Not now. Not when he had come so close to losing you forever.

The inn where they would rest for the night loomed ahead, a small, nondescript building nestled among the trees. He pulled his horse to a stop and dismounted, turning to help you down. Your eyes met his, and for a moment, he saw a flicker of something there, something that gave him hope.

“We will rest here,” he said softly, his voice rough with fatigue and emotion. “It’s not much, but it’s safe. No one will find us.”

You nodded, saying nothing, and he felt his heart twist in his chest. He had expected anger, rage even. But this silence, this quiet acceptance, was worse. It felt like a condemnation, like you had already resigned yourself to whatever fate he had chosen for you.

Inside, the inn was warm, the fire crackling in the hearth casting a soft, golden light across the room. Rhaegar watched as you moved to sit by the fire, your gaze distant, unfocused. He wanted to go to you, to hold you, to tell you that everything would be alright. But he knew that was a lie. Nothing would ever be alright again.

He turned away, his hands trembling as he poured a cup of wine. He needed to think, to clear his head. But his thoughts were a tangled mess, a whirlwind of guilt and desire, fear and hope. He had done this, had set this course, and now he must see it through. But the cost, gods, the cost was more than he had ever imagined.

He thought of his children, of Elia, of the family he had left behind. What would they say when they learned of what he had done? What would they think of him, the man who had torn his family apart for the sake of a love that could never be? The thought made him sick, a cold dread settling in the pit of his stomach. But even that was not enough to change his mind.

He took a long drink of the wine, the taste bitter on his tongue. He had to be strong, had to see this through. For you. For the prophecy. For the future that only the two of you could create. He would be remembered as a villain, a madman, but if it meant having you, if it meant fulfilling the destiny that had been written in the stars, then it was a price he was willing to pay.

The door to your chamber stood open, a dark, yawning void that seemed to beckon him. He hesitated, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to go to you, to hold you, to make you understand. But he knew that he could not. Not now. Not yet.

Instead, he turned and made his way outside, the cool night air washing over him like a balm. He stood there, staring up at the sky, the stars bright and cold above him. He had read once that the stars were the tears of the gods, weeping for the fates of men. He wondered if they were weeping for him now, for what he had done, for the path he had chosen.

He thought of you, lying alone in the dark, and his heart ached with a pain that was almost unbearable. He had wanted to save you, to protect you from the cruelty of the world. But now, he was the one who had brought you pain, who had torn your life apart. And for what? For a dream, a prophecy, a destiny that he could not even begin to understand?

He sank to his knees, the cold earth hard beneath him. He had made his choice, and now he must live with it. But gods, it was hard. Harder than he had ever imagined. He had thought that love would be enough, that it would carry him through the darkness. But now, he was not so sure. Now, he wondered if he had been wrong, if he had been a fool.

He looked up at the sky, at the cold, distant stars, and he felt a despair so deep it threatened to swallow him whole. He had done this for love, for a dream of a future that only the two of you could create. But now, standing here, alone in the darkness, he wondered if he had not, in truth, destroyed everything he had ever held dear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice breaking on the words. “Gods forgive me, I’m so sorry.”

But there would be no forgiveness, no absolution. Only the long, dark road ahead, and the terrible, inexorable march of fate. He would be remembered as the prince who loved too much, the man who brought the realm to ruin for the sake of a woman he could never truly have.

And yet, despite it all, despite the guilt and the pain and the fear, he knew that he would do it all again. Because you were his, and he was yours. And in this world of fire and blood, that was all that truly mattered.

[hana-no-seiiki]

PRETTY WHEN YOU CRY

YANDERE! ACTOR OC x IDOL! READER x YANDERE! FAN OC

— inspired by oshi no ko & lana del ray’s pretty when you cry. ff: did you know i was gonna have my usernames in social medias be “akumarine” which mixes my two fixations att (oshi no ko & iruma)? no? well now you do!

tw/cw: yandere themes; mentions of seggs and substances but no smut. mentions of non-con. reader is a cold-hearted bastard. substance use. character death. murder. reader gets called pretty (but that’s a gn term so fite me). necrophillia.

this was inspired by uh… one of gen’s stories. let’s say. and mr. devil’s stoner reader.

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DNI

“I’ll wait for you babe, that’s all I do, babe.”

GENIUSES WERE BORN, NOT CREATED

That was the mindset Kahliel had. Some people were literally and figuratively born different. Only a select few were able to gaze into the intricacies of their craft and tune it to heights others could only imagine.

You were one such genius. It only took one gaze to understand that. You saw the set in ways even he didn’t account. The lighting, the blocking, and the subtle body language, the angles of which you thrived in. He only heard of your amazing work as an idol, how you manage to look entrancing in every shot and moment, how you are able to mesmerize even those that swore they hated you.

But genius, true geniuses also have one other trait Kahliel recognized. It was their heartless nature.

You two met on set years ago as young adults. It was one of his earlier works as the main actor. Not a film, but a musical. Even then he could see the void in your eyes. Your cold demeanor repelled the people around you. He could have never expected that kind of performance from a person who seemed to hate even the regular ground they walked on, much more the stage.

That musical launched him to stardom and led to you two having sex for the first time.

“All those special times I spent with you, my love. They don’t mean shit compared to all your drugsz”

It was embarrassing really. Kahliel had no time and therefore no prior experience on such things. But you just looked so pretty underneath the blue dim lighting of the club the afterparty was held in. A drink, maybe a couple of weed later and you found yourselfs in a dingy motel’s bedroom. Entangled in eachother’s bodies, the scent of sex, sweat and the strongest of all — puke wafting through the air.

He couldn’t believe it. He admired you for quite a bit. Sure you are stoic, standoffish. But there were times you’d defend him from other people on set. You weren’t cruel and unfair.

At least, he thought you were.

Kahliel was proud of his performance as an actor. So, as you left him that night. Without so much as a farewell. He does not cry.

He does not weep.

Even as his heart was shattering.

HE MEETS YOU AGAIN ON MUSIC VIDEO SET. YOUR MUSIC VIDEO’S SET.

And it took him everything not to run up to you. He had not heard about you at all after the musical. Too focused with his own career and distraught by the way you treated him and left, he threw himself into acting, partying, fucking other actors and actresses — heck even randos or fans who’d take his money and shut up about it. It was only by destiny’s design that you two cross paths again.

“[Y/N]?”

“Yes?”

Indifference. The same look you gave him way back then. Like he was just dirt underneath your shoe. You probably don’t even remember that you’ve slept with him once before. Much less the kindness you spared when everyone else looked down at him. The very reason he entrusted his virginity to you.

But then, there was also something else. Your eyes were blood-shot. Your countenance, despite being as heavenly as he remembered, showed signs of deterioration.

You were high.

“No, I just wanted to give you these. As a token of acting together once again.” He said as he presented a large bouquet of spider-lilies, practically blinding you with its reds.

“Thank you. Leave them over there.” You pointed to a corner with a grateful smile.

Later on, he saw you throwing his gift in the trash. Not a hint of emotion on your face.

“But I don’t really mind, I’ve got much more than that.”

Viné was a fan of yours from the very beginning. Under the pseudonym Grapevine, he’d post regular updates. Essentially he stalked you for a living. He had a day job of course. But his true passions lied with watching you on the daily

You’ve gotten sloppy lately. You almost never check your gifts from him. Accepting them eagerly. Not a care in the world if they were bugged or with a tracker.

He used to think that it was terrible how you got into substances. Worried how it’d impact your health and performance on stage and screen. But now, now he reveled in it.

Viné already knew where you lived of course. But there were times where you’d move all of sudden or where he wasn’t free to check on you.

Now, his hands trembled in ecstasy as he watched you in your room.

But you were with someone else.

Viné didn’t care for much aside from what you starred in, and even in those songs or films all he could focus on was you.

So who was this man standing in your room as you were drugged out? Pushing you unto your bed with a grin so wide it hurt just to look at it.

Viné stared as this man defiled you. He watched as he saw him squeezed you tight, smothering his filthy lips all over your body.

You . . .

You were betraying him.

How could you do this to him? He supported you all this this time but this is how he gets repaid? A free show to watching his god be with someone else?

He does not watch the rest of the live-show. Utterly disgusted by your behavior and cheating.

He quickly made his way through the mess and trash strewn all over his house and grabbed a dull knife from the kitchen. He sets off into the night.

He had to teach you a lesson.

The two men, despite your arms going limp, continued their actions. Unaware that you had choked on your own vomit a while ago.

A smile was etched on your face, pretty as it always was.

©️ hana.no.seiiki - yun | 2023

[sunnylighter]

I read your ninjago series x movie fic (GiGAU) and I really love it, just recently got back to ninjago and have been searching through ao3 for good fics. Your fic was really good–no–great! I like how you wrote it.

I'm also here to inform you that you've been in a hiatus for a year.

Anyways, got any good ninjago series x movie fics you can recommend? Or any great fics in particular? (Mostly the series x movie fic) I'm pretty desperate ;u;

Yeah, and it will probably be a while yet before I get back to it. I'm burned out on Ninjago right now, but I'll get back to it eventually. It helps I haven't watched a good few of the more recent seasons, so there will be new stuff for me to sink my teeth into when I get back to it.

As for fic Recommendations:

My Dad is Bad but Still Family, by KayHau. This was written by my beta reader, and was a big chunk of what inspired me to write my fics. It's more of a merging of the movie and series, but it is very good. Kay Hau also wrote a series of gift-fics for the Grass is Greener which are canon to the AU, so check her out. Basically, in a mash-up of movie and show canon, what would happen if Lloyd had been raised by his dad, only to find he had a great destiny to fulfill.

Summoning Gone Wrong, by Doctor_Who_Fan85 is a funny take on what would have happened if in season 8 of the show, Harumi summoned Movie Garmadon instead of the undead one from the show. I beta-read this one, and it was fun to do.

That's Ninja Swag (It's Nothing New) by Fabro-de-omres (Fabro). It's a reincarnation fic. A 'What if the Movie Ninja are the reincarnations of the Show Ninja in the far future and start regaining their past memories' fic. I highly recommend it for the feels.

Of course, no series-movie crossover fic is complete without Same People, But Not Really, by @KittyDemon9000. What if Kai got sent to the Movie-verse, and how long would it take him to adopt all the Movie Ninja? It's a really great one, and I can't recommend it enough.

Enter the Ninjaverse by BionicStars. I didn't finish this one, but it's about the return of the Time Twins and Lloyd chasing them across the multi-verse to stop them.

Switched! also by Doctor_Who_Fan85. Another Show Lloyd and Movie Lloyd switcharoo. Poor boys.

Tantamount by Bamboosauce. Using the Tornado of Creation to stop the Oni sends the Show Ninja rocketing into the Movie-verse. There's not much to it, but I enjoy seeing the Movie Ninja freak out about it.

It's Me (Version 2-point-0) by lloydskywalkers. Okay, all the previous ones are on AO3, but this one is on Fanfiction.Net. It is honestly one of my favorites, and what first got me thinking about crossing over the show and the movie in any meaningful way. It's a oneshot that was written before March of the Oni came out, and has the author's imagining of how the oni could be. When one of the Oni come after Show Lloyd and drag him through the multi-verse, he ends up landing on his movie counterpart, and the two work together to avoid their murderous Oni Aunt.

That's all the ones I can find in my Bookmarks list on AO3 and FF. More may have come out since I burned out on Ninjago, so keep your eyes open. I hope you enjoy my recommendations.

[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller’s ff) - chapter 9 snippet

chapter 8 | masterlist | read the full chapter here

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

out on: 30th august, ~7-8pm BST

a/n: the next chapter, "the grim reaper's lackey", is an angsty one, let me tell you 😢 hope you guys like this lil' snippet! i'm equally sad and excited for you to read the whole thing! anyways, thank you so much everyone for reading and putting up with my fictional drama! <3 x

snippet warnings: angst. discussions of death. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is 37. no use of y/n.  joel’s and reader’s pov.

tags aka the drama wagon (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981

@fancyyoouu @smolbeanzzz @guelyury @bishtrouille

When you woke up, your emotions were weirdly in check. Defeated, you understood there was nothing you could do. About Joyce, about Ava, about yourself. The dice had been cast and nothing could change the end result. So you had to accept your destiny and make the most of what little time you had left with Joel. You momentarily shut your eyes, feeling Joel’s fingertips rubbing your scalp. Swiping your tears, you turned your head ninety degrees to your left, looking up at Joel. He was blankly staring into the distance, lost in his own train of thought. He reminded you of when you two first met and that scared you. You didn’t need to read minds to know what was crossing his. The worst part about dying was not death itself, but the devastation it left on its wakening. Those left behind had to deal with the drowning grief of losing a loved one ― the sorrow, the regrets, the lost opportunities, the what if’s. You grabbed his hand to kiss his knuckles. His eyes slowly drifted down to you, stained with affliction and unspent tears. His thumb ghosted your lips, a caress that tugged at your heart. He bowed down to replace his thumb with his mouth, a light peck that tasted of goodbye.

[takeurexam]

dynasty || VI

genre:

non idol au, time travel, romance, rivals to allies to friends to lovers, crown prince to emperor taehyun, reader gets appointed as an concubine

pairing(s):

taehyun x reader

(warning, this does not reflect the REAL idols personality, and no smut will be written to respect the idol, and i am not comfortable as well, and the taehyun in this ff is not the actual taehyun)

story:

in which you, an excellent law student about to graduate collage suddenly gets dragged into the past, meeting the famous-fawned over emperor of the kang's dynansty. but you getting dragged into this mess was beyond a mystery, and it seems like you have something deep to discover. meddling with the past is a risky decision after all.

dynasty masterlist

6. Independent

Today was the day you were set to leave the royal camp. You've finished everything you needed to do so far so you dont have anything to keep you from leaving anymore. Well, this morning, you were a little earlier than the others. It was quiet as a fresh wave of air hits you as you sigh in satisfaction. You drop your bags to the ground to admire the fresh air hitting you and the spectacular view.

It was nice to breathe some fresh air in the morning. It means that the tomorrow you desired yesterday has come- and you have to go through it to survive and see another tomorrow.

"Are you this enthusiastic to leave the imperial crown prince?" The prince himself chuckles beside you as you step away as you jolt from the unannounced prescence. "Wow. I guess reminding someone you're there dosent exist for you." He chuckles at your bickering as you both stare into the sun.

"As the sun rises, a new day awaits. I will become the inventor of new stuff and become rich and famous in this time. My supposed destiny! I will change the rules of the court!" You bawl as Taehyun looks at you a little concerned. "Okay, straight to the point." You clear your throat.

"When are you going to become the Emperor?" You glance over at the emperor-to-be as he looks at the ground with a blank face. "Once my father dies. It feels a little.."

"Terrifying?" You continue his sentence. "Well, if anything, you're leading a lot of people. Different minds after all." He laughs at your answer, "It truly is." You were right, he was terrified- because once he becomes emperor of the dynasty, It feels like giving out every once of freedom you have left to the palace and dedicating your whole life to be either controled or to be looked up on.

Your glance switches over to him as he stood there looking at the sun. If you were not to know his situation- you would assume he was fine and just admiring the view. In reality, he has a thousand thoughts running over his mind. A battle between the positive thoughts and the negative thoughts consume his mind. The emotion on his face dosent truly show what is going on inside his mind.

"Well, Taehyun." He snaps out of his thoughts as he hears you mention him, "Be independent. The palace isn't a safe place from what i've heard, but what you can do is trust in yourself more than anyone. Anything can happen inside those gates- and the only person you can trust and rely on is yourself." You were never one to be a comforting person, yet you felt the need to give him the consolation he might need.

"Im giving you advice because this empire or dynasty you're leading is in shambles and in the hands of corruption, and maybe, just maybe you can be different and fix it." You felt yourself grin at your words as Taehyun just stands there understanding every word.

The Crown Prince smiles as he finds a profound sense of contentment in your words.

"Oh! Its Beomgyu!" You see a horse nearby the entrance with a familliar figure riding it, "Well, Your Imperial Highness." You try not to snicker, which obviously fails as you speak, "Be independent. Maybe we'll cross paths when you're emperor now. And if I become rich, I might visit you." He laughs, "How comforting then."

"See you!" You run over to the General as Taehyun watches you slip away from him. He feels a sense of familiarity grow inside him making him chuckle and shake his head.

Of course, you dont forget to wave goodbye to Taehyun once you arrive beside Beomgyu. Confused, he copies your actions without fully understanding what it was for.

He just wishes, he finds you once he is the Emperor of the dynasty.

"Uhm." You chuckle nervously as you stare up at the horse and the man sitting on it, "Big issue." You feel a wave of embarassment wash over you, "I have never tried to ride on a horse." The General looks a little suprised that someone like you- adventurous, not to know how to ride a horse.

Beomgyu goes down from his horse as he sighs, "First, step on this." He points towards a thing on the saddle, you follow his instructions and step on it, "Now, lift yourself up and sit down on it." What?

"How?" You look at him with a groan as you embarass yourself infront of a General who is basically a pro in riding a horse. "Okay, just lift yourself up, and sit on the horse but facing me." You understand a little as you manage to sit down on the horse.

After, you manage to sit on the horse properly as you clap for yourself as General Beomgyu looks at you a little concerned. He rides the horse too as you both get ready to set off to Soobin's camp.

"Hyah!" Beomgyu and you set off with the horse into the forest. The beautiful morning sunrise is clear on the sky as the fresh cold air flows along with the two of you on your journey.

"General." You wanted to strike a conversation because you were a little bored, "Can we make a pinky promise?"

"What is that?" You couldn't see his face but you can only assume he looked puzzled as you laugh, "A contract or deal or something."

Beomgyu replies, "What pinky promise would you like to make with me?" He adjusted to your weird wording, "There we go! Okay so, we put our pinkies together, and we make a contract and never break it."

The General slows down the horse as you put out your pinky finger, "Put yours out too." He does exactly what you instruct and puts his finger out too.

"Promise me to never leave the Crown Prince's side." He was suprised at your sudden declaration, "What?" He suddenly turned to you, as he comepletely stopped the horse from moving. You were looking at him with a complete genuine care in your eyes, "He's pathetic enough for this world- but I cant be successful when the palace is corrupt, right? So be with him and make sure he becomes independent once he is emperor."

The way you look makes Beomgyu think about it. He would do the 'promise' you mentioned to him yet he only thought about your reaction- why were you asking him to stand by the crown prince?

"Yes. I cant get out of this dynasty and I need to get rich! Taehyun is my key to wealth and I need him to be the secured emperor so I can be rich and flex about me knowing the emperor personally." You hide the grin about to eat your face as Beomgyu seemed a little suprise.

He looks at you and his hand before entagling your pinky fingers together, "I promise." He murmurs as you finally let out that smirk you've been resisting, "Wealth, here I come!"

The General starts to move the horse once again as you daydream about your future if you dont get back in your original time, your wealth increasing and inventing some non existing rules in the dynasty and be famous and become a lawyer and- okay. You should stop.

Finally, you both arrive at the same camp where you first found yourself in this dynasty in. Hobak stands there with Soobin, and once Hobak notices you, he jumps around excitedly as Soobin just smiles.

"Hobak!" You engulf him into a suffocating hug as he hugs you back, "I missed you brother." You sob out as he dramatically cries as the two men with you two just looks at you baffled.

General Beomgyu then clears his throat, "I'll take my leave then." He glances over at Soobin as he returns the General's look before nodding at each other. He looks at you sobbing with Hobak as he walks over to his horse and galloping away.

"Spill every single cup of tea you've collected!" Hobak shakes your shoulder as you both squeal, with Soobin sighing.

"You know, im delighted to see you safe and sound. We didn't hear from you when you went out to gather herbs and the next thing we know is a letter is sent to us indicating you were with the Crown Prince." Soobin chuckles as you nod.

The three of you sit down on the fresh grass as the late night sky flows along with the bright half moon, with the light of the campfire providing light around your small bonfire as you three sat down in peace.

"I even heard, that someone was seeing the Crown Prince! And it was you! Everyone went berserk on Daedo yesterday." Hobak says in a melodramatic tone. "Her Grace went insane once she heard Prince Taehyun was seeing another woman!"

"Is it the concubine that walked in on his tent?" You ask, remembering the woman who threw a fit from the rumours. "Uh huh, Concubine Yang."

"But aren't concubines for the emperor?" Soobin tilts his head, quite confused. Hobak rolls his eyes at the two of you with arrogance as you and Soobin await for an answer.

"Well, from the rumours I hear, Concubine Yang and His Imperial Highness were close friends since they were young. Concubine Yang's father was a part of the infamous Cheol family, and the Kang's and Cheol's are sworn enemies." Hobak explains as if he was in broadway.

Hobak then continues, "Concubine Yang was appointed to be a concubine for more power from the Cheol family, but she had fallen for the Crown Prince." He dramatically sings out.

"Does the Crown Prince like her back?" You question.

"Sadly, I dont know about that. All I know him and the concubine are against the Cheol family." Hobak whispers.

It was a next level melodrama. Its something you would find in television, and it was quite entertaning yet confusing.

"Well, lets cut out the gossip. Tomorrow we'll be leaving Daedo and set over to the nearby town near the empire." Soobin stands up.

"We're leaving? Wow, I just return and-" Soobin cuts you off by pulling your ear as you whine, "Hey! Choi Soobin!" He laughs, "Im tired of your nagging. Get some rest." You caress your aching ear as you three walk over to your own tents to get some rest.

The sound of the horses galloping circulated along with your thoughts as you hum to a song while the three of you- Soobin, Hobak and you venture into the new town you were settling in for a while. Soobin mentioned it was a tradition between him and Hobak to venture around for a while then return to Daedo for their job. You didn't fully understand their job but you can register a part of it.

Hobak bickering with Soobin this early in the morning was not your vibe today. You felt a little lost as you relapse on some moments from the present.

"Hey, someones being a little killjoy. You're just excited! Theres a lot of good food and amazing places to explore there." Hobak sneers at you as you snicker at him, "You and Soobin have been bickering for almost hours! So let me have my peace." You roll your eyes.

"She definetely needs some rice soup." Soobin giggles as Hobak nods eagerly, "Our first stop- rice soup! Its amazing. Call me a peasent for eating that, I dont care! Its just too good." He then goes on to ramble about how good rice soup was and how life changing it is.

"Hobak is such a bummer."

You three arrive at the towns gate as you set down your horses and roam around, "Rice soup?" Soobin asks as Hobak nods, with Soobin waiting for your response.

"Im in! Lets see what the hype is about." The three of you walk over to the place where they sold the famous rice soup Hobak was craving all day just talking about it.

Once you three get your bowls, Hobak dosent hesitate to dig in as Soobin just sighs at him as he dosent stop himself from taking a sip himself. You loom at the bowl before digging in.

You feel yourself get hit by the beautiful flavors- the refereshing delicious beef broth and the soft rice dipped into the broth was a match made in heaven- with the small beef pieces melting into your mouth with some vegetables to refreshen your taste buds was everything you asked for.

You swear, you almost faint on how good it was. "I told you, its a dish made by the hands from heaven." Hobak exaggerates as Soobin nods, processing the mixed flavours combining into their mouths.

"I almost died." You dramatically put your hands over to your forehead, almost crying out of joy. Soobin just laughs it out with Hobak being the same as you.

As you three were enjoying the broth, you overhear some people behind you gossip.

"Hey, have you heard! The Emperor is so stupid! We might even all perish before he even does. The empire is almost experiancing famine and he's just hanging out with multiple women!" One old man rants out, sounding like a drunk man.

"I heard that he got ill. The Crown Prince better be up to our expectatons. If hes another replica of his father, I might even rather die than to live another day in this country!" One younger man cries out. Their other companions agree as they all blurt out their opinions about the country and the emperor.

The three of you stare at the multiple men, before you return your gaze at the two, "Is the emperor.. that bad?" You whisper.

"I think so." Soobin finishes sipping on his soup, "We are almost experiancing a famine after all. Those people arent necessarily wrong." You nod at Soobin's answer as you stare down into your bowl.

"Is the emperor this bad? Just how am I going to meddle into the past with this kind of situation? I mean- I would love to be the hero, but it seems that this country is already broken." You blurt out in your thoughts as you remember about your life plan, "And I cant get rich with someone like him the emperor!"

"I just hope, Kang Taehyun fixes his father's mess."

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[jekde04]

Serendipitous

Gruvia Week 2023 | Day 3: Starlight

Summary: "Gray-sama thinks it's a bad name, doesn't he?" she asked, cringing a little. "No, no." He ran his hands on her covered arms, relaxing her. "I think it's great. I even think it's serendipitous."

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail belongs to Hiro Mashima.

Read it on: FF | AO3  

"Greige."

Gray's head spun to his companion. He wasn't sure if he heard it right.

"Hmm? You said something?"

Juvia turned to him and smiled. They were walking back to their apartment, hand in hand, under the starlit sky that made her glowing porcelain face all the more radiant.

"Greige. For our baby boy. What do you think?"

"Greige," he repeated, an amused smirk appearing on his lips. Gray was sure he hadn't told her yet. But maybe someone else did, so curiosity got the better of him. "How did you come up with it?"

Juvia looked ahead, her free hand touching her chin as if deep in thought. "Well, she figured Gray-sama's family loved using colors for names, just like Silver-sama and Gray-sama. Greige is a beautiful color, right?" She squeezed his hand as she said so.

"I suppose so," Gray replied. It was certainly a unique one. And of course, there was the fact that he had never thought of their son by any other name than Greige.

But as far as he knew, he never told Juvia that. Sure, Edolas and Earthland are parallel universes, and the major things that happened in that world seemed to occur in their world too. But they have free will and are in charge of their own destinies. And he wanted Juvia to have as much freedom about their family as she could without his knowledge marring her decisions.

And now that she had come up with a name for their still unborn child, miraculously the same name that he had been thinking all along, he could let her in on his secret.

Halting on top of the small bridge overlooking the lake, Gray pulled Juvia aside and gently grabbed her shoulders to face him. "Juvia, I need to tell you something."

Doubt crossed Juvia's face in an instant. "Gray-sama thinks it's a bad name, doesn't he?" she asked, cringing a little.

"No, no." He ran his hands on her covered arms, relaxing her. "I think it's great. I even think it's serendipitous."

"Serendipitous?"

Gray stepped closer and wrapped his arms all the way around her waist, her five-month-old baby bump touching his torso. Instinctively, Juvia wrapped her arms around his neck, a familiar stance they often assumed when they were alone together.

"Remember when we got transported to Edolas in the middle of our 100 years quest?" Juvia nodded, the shadows of the water reflecting the moon and stars above dancing on her beautiful face. "I met our son there." He paused. "Well, technically, he was Edo-Gray and Edo Juvia's."

"Oh," Juvia gasped in awe. "We have a son in Edolas."

Gray nodded. "And his name is Greige."

"Wow," Juvia breathed.  "Why didn't you tell Juvia?"

"I didn't want to influence your decision," he answered. "Besides, I was interested in the names you'd come up with."

"Actually, it wasn't just because of the color that Juvia chose Greige," she admitted, an embarrassed blush blooming on her cheeks. "Greige sounds like Gray-ju, you know, a mix of Gray-sama and Juvia's names."

Gray chuckled. "Now that's just weird."

"But Juvia bets this was also what Edo-Juvia was thinking when she named their son Greige."

"More like Edo-Gray, actually," Gray answered as his thoughts floated back to the Edolas couple and how Edo-Gray practically worshipped the ground Edo-Juvia walked on.

Juvia sighed, pouting a little. "Sometimes Juvia can't help but wonder, what if Gray-sama is like Edo-Gray?"

"You mean crazy?" Gray asked, eyebrows raised.

"Head over heels for Juvia."

"Then that wouldn't make much of a difference, would it?" he answered, poking Juvia's nose and making her giggle, one of his favorite sounds in the world.

"Juvia was just joking. No matter how many Grays there are in the world —" she lightly kissed him on the lips — "you are the only Gray-sama Juvia loves."

"And you are the only Juvia I can handle," Gray chuckled, making Juvia pout cutely. "And the only woman I love, of course." Gray returned the kiss, lingering a bit this time.

A gust of wind blew, prompting the two to let go. Gray gave Juvia a peck on the forehead before declaring, "Let's go. I'll give you a foot rub when we get home."

Juvia squealed and gave her attentive husband a quick hug before resuming their walk home under the starlit night, hands intertwined.

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A/N: Wow, that was an uncharacteristically fast update from me, lol. Next update would probably take a few days to a week; it’s full-on sm///ut for the temptation prompt and it needs major edits to sound less cringy.

[dansantcaparet]

#clerith has been the OG canon pairing since the official Yoshitaka Amano artwork. For those that played the OG in 1997, we have always known Zack is a minor character that has become a retcon. SE finally understands that we want to see the Bodyguard with his Flower Girl. A new destiny awaits us in the Remake. Unfortunately, the compilation has been weaponized by Tifa nerd boys who have hated Aerith since 1997. I remember Tifa fans saying Aerith's hair was ugly & that Tifa was "way hotter." They also hated Aerith's outgoing, spunky personality. Crisis Core was their perfect opportunity to try to erase Clerith from existence. Thankfully, SE knows that Tifa has always been the optional, secondary way to play FFVII. Aerith starts off with more love points than Tifa, Aerith's Gold Saucer date is the CANON "normal" date, and Cloud & Aerith reunite in EVERY FF universe as STAR-CROSSED lovers. Tifa accepts this & agrees to go with Cloud to the Promised Land so he can be with Aerith again. In CoT & AC, Tifa still knows that all of this is true. Cloud believes Aerith brought him Denzel & Cloud has been living in Aerith's Church. Cloud x Aerith is the ultimate OTP of all OTPs * ~ * ~ *

[bardic-tales]

🌟 Introducing Bianca Moore: A Celestial Devotion in Two Worlds 🌟

Warnings: Main Character Death. Canon: divergent. Toxic Relationship. Manipulation. Emotional Abuse. Unhealthy Dynamics. Control. Isolation. Dark Themes. Self-Esteem Issues. Psychological Distress. Angst. Unhealthy Love. Violence.

Sephiroth’s death: Last Order: Final Fantasy VII

🌙 Name: Bianca Moore 🌌 Universes: Final Fantasy 7 & Inuyasha ♏ Zodiac Sign: Scorpio 🔮 Personality: Dark INFJ, 2w3 🖤 Fatal Flaw: All-consuming love for Sephiroth 🔗 Hashtags: #FantasyWorldsCollide, #nephilimchronicles, #oc: bianca moore - ff

‘When you materialized before me in the study," Sephiroth spoke coldly, "you were in such a weakened state. You were like a small bird, broken but beautiful, and Mother, Bianca, made you whole. Embrace us.”

In the ethereal tapestry of two enchanting worlds, a figure emerges, woven from the threads of celestial grace and dark mystique. Meet Bianca Moore, a mesmerizing figure that blends the realms of Final Fantasy 7 and Inuyasha, bringing together love and devotion that transcends time and space.

From the moment her essence was touched by the infusion of Jenova's cells, a transformation occurred, bestowing upon her an ethereal allure that entrances all who cross her path. With each step, her captivating presence casts an enchanting spell, drawing those who encounter her into her world of allure and mystery.

Personality Portrait: Bianca's heart pulses with the fervor of an unyielding devotion, a devotion that has melded her identity into a fierce spirit of independence. Guided by her loyalty, she stands as a beacon of courage amid life's tempestuous seas. Her charisma is magnetic.

Yet, within her charismatic exterior lies a complex dichotomy. Bianca's love for Sephiroth, once a strength, now teeters on the edge of obsession. This love, though powerful, blinds her to the potential consequences of her actions, leading her into impulsive decisions that veer her away from the path of reason. Her tunnel vision may leave her naive and reckless.

Likes & Dislikes: In the embrace of the night sky, Bianca finds solace, her affinity for the heavens mirrored in her fascination with powerful artifacts and ancient knowledge. Dark aesthetics and symbolism captivate her, as she delves into the mysteries of life and destiny. The enigmatic allure of music and poetry resonates with her soul, echoing her own intricate complexities.

Hobbies & Quirks: Stargazing, her eyes tracing constellations, beckons her to dream beyond boundaries. Ancient texts offer portals to forgotten wisdom, and exploring abandoned places is a testament to her bold spirit. The glow of Mako reactors and the pursuit of the Promised Land intertwine with her quest for purpose.

An aura of luminescence adorns her, a testament to her unique essence. Black feathers, a symbol of her devotion and both her and Sephorith’s fallen states, are cherished as if they were precious relics. Her loyalty stands as a testament to her undying commitment.

🕊 History: A Tale of Light and Shadow

Rift Through Dimensions: Born of tragedy, Bianca's existence bears the weight of celestial and demonic lineage. Conceived by the Fallen Angel Ragnar and archangel Seraphine, she was destined to become the 'Harbinger of Darkness'—a Nephilim with the power to assault the heavens. Sent forward in time by Seraphine to protect her from Ragnar's sinister intent, Bianca grew up oblivious to her extraordinary heritage.

Encounter with Sesshomaru: Her path took an unforeseen turn upon an encounter with Sesshomaru, a mysterious future demon lord. Through enigmatic ties, their fates were woven together, hinting at a deeper connection yet to unfold.

Arrival at Hojo’s Lab: Destiny beckoned in the form of Hojo's lab within the Shinra Mansion. Here, she formed an inexplicable bond with a troubled soul—Sephiroth. Offering companionship and solace, Bianca's presence became a beacon of light during his descent into darkness. Their connection deepened, blurring the boundaries between love and the shadows.

Nibelheim Incident: The flames of Nibelheim bore witness to Bianca's inner turmoil. As Sephiroth's descent into darkness unfolded, she grappled with her unwavering love for him and the rational doubts about his actions. The fiery destruction of the town and Sephiroth's pursuit of Jenova's remains left her torn between loyalty and reason. Witnessing his plunge into the lifestream, she was held back from following by Zack and Cloud's intervention

Hojo’s Experiments & Sephiroth’s Lure: Bianca's resilience was tested as she became a subject of Hojo's experiments, melding celestial and demonic essence with Jenova's cells. This transformation altered not only her appearance but also her powers, accompanied by haunting dreams of Sephiroth. Despite the growing darkness and influence, her connection with him only deepened.

Escape From Hojo’s Lab: The walls of captivity could not contain her indomitable spirit. Defying SOLDIERs, she fought her way to freedom. Fueled by her bond with Sephiroth, the line between light and darkness blurred as she proclaimed her unwavering connection to him.

Encounter with Sephiroth Clone 12: Bianca escapes Shinra's lab, her fusion of celestial and demonic granting grace against captivity. Meeting the 12th Sephiroth clone outside the manor grounds, suspense fills the air. He offers her his hand and she takes it. Infused with Jenova's essence, Bianca's touch sparks a connection. The clone, guided by Sephiroth's unseen presence, offers to accompany her to North Crater, destinies converging.

Reunion between Bianca and Sephiroth: Amidst the transformative rebirth of Sephiroth in the North Cave, Bianca stood guard. Their bond, transcending time and space, remained unbreakable. Her essence merged with shadows, evolving into a being of light and darkness, forever bound to him.

Reawakened: In an extraordinary twist, Sephiroth entreated Bianca to become his wife, sealing their destinies. Faced with a life-altering decision, Bianca's trust and determination led her to accept, defying the boundaries of reality. A connection that defied the very fabric of their world was forged, setting the stage for a destiny that would shape both their lives and the world around them.

[missallanea-archive]

a "brief," stupid, and utterly useless guide to the muses on this blog:

( under a cut because of length )

BABYDOLL. mental patient locked away in an asylum by her step-father. keeps falling further down the rabbit hole that is her mind in order to escape from reality. her verses are the hardest to navigate because all three of her canon verses act like complete aus from one another. sweet girl but will fucking end you if you're a creep.

CARRIE WHITE. patron saint of the bullied. powerful telekinetic with a whole hell load of religious trauma. pun intended. generally a sweet kid, if not extremely shy and socially awkward. should you meet her after her death, she can be something of a vengeful spirit, but she honestly just needs a hug and a cheese sandwich.

CATIANA FREESPARK. swashbuckler rogue turned tempest cleric. she's confused about how that happened too. died fairly recently, but she got better. once a pirate, always a pirate. sometimes she talks to her god in her dreams but she's trying to break that habit because some wires are getting crossed now and then between her god and a sea goddess who doesn't seem on her side. will steal your shit.

FISH EYE. just a fish who wants to be a real boy. granted form by questionable magic. searching for a magical pegasus that hides in pure dreams. yes, it's just as confusing as it sounds. easily swayed by pretty things and handsome men.

LIAN NICHANG. a wuxia queen. her hair turned white because men are the worst, and yes, she is sensitive about it. lives alone on a mountain like the grinch and is about as good a neighbor as him too. only really comes down to get rid of people who are harassing the village at the base of the mountain that leaves her the fuck alone. master swordsman. not actually a witch or a demon, no matter what people call her.

LUNA. magical moon cat. has a crescent moon bald spot on her forehead. trying to keep the protectors of the universe on track but they're just teenage girls so it goes about as well as you would expect. really tired of being the voice of reason but this is what she signed up for.

LUNASOL GALANODEL. honestly, the worst. burned down her abusive childhood home with her brother. basically sold her soul to the queen of air and darkness. pretends to be sweet but she is cruel and cold. typical elvish attitude toward other races, too. really, really likes flowers.

MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG. my god she is doing her best. normal girl turned superhero turned guardian of magical artifacts. just needs one day of peace ffs. currently going through a crisis due to teenage romance and also ptsd. always smells like fresh baked bread which is a plus.

MIYU. vampire who tried to run from her destiny and made it worse. has to hunt down god-demons called shinma that she accidentally let escape. literally cannot die until she finishes her job, and she would very much like it to be over now. usually accompanied by her mask wearing servant larva. she's cute and cruel in equal parts.

NATHALIE SANCOEUR. for fuck's sake she needs a vacation. and a raise. personal assistant to a supervillain. seriously questioning that relationship at this point. literally dying. trying to beat the current record holder for most akumatizations. she's pretty and could kick my ass.

RIZA HAWKEYE. military sharpshooter and right-hand-woman of the guy who wants to takeover the military. likes like two people and her dog. usually smells like gun oil but it's not unpleasant. has no sense of self-preservation and will definitely die for the people she cares about. does not get paid enough.

ROGUE. the poster child for 'look don't touch.' mutant and working on the proud part. literally too powerful for her own good. comes with the added bonus of her cajun husband who makes things explode by touching them. the og power couple.

RYOKO HAKUBI. half alien, half goddess, all trouble. crash landed on earth 700-or-so years ago after a space battle with the guy she tried to steal a tree from. recently resurrected and free from the mind control that made her destroy 28 planets. she's doing her best okay?

RYUKO MATOI. teenage girl who wants to fight. has a magical schoolgirl uniform powered by her blood. wields a giant scissor. could kick your ass, could kick my ass, could kick her own ass. secretly a softie.

SADAKO YAMAMURA. a very, very angry ghost with the telepathic ability to project her thoughts onto physical media. the switch to the digital era has not slowed down her curse whatsoever but she misses VHS tapes. very wet. is honestly just a scared young woman who doesn't understand why bad things happened to her. will fucking kill you if given the chance.

TABITHA DELAINE. monster hunter and general know-it-all. was part of a cult at one point but she doesn't want to talk about it. lowkey a witch but tries to use her magic sparingly. the biggest lesbian you will ever meet, next to her girlfriend van. lives in van's van.

VEX'AHLIA. ranger and rogue. sneaky and shooty. just trying not to die again, thank you very much. once stabbed a tree because it made moves on her. the champion of a god. will probably call you darling and wink at you. also, she has a bear named trinket and a husband with too many names for me to bother listing here.

[its-all-ineffable]

I posted 6,149 times in 2022

That's 3,109 more posts than 2021!

98 posts created (2%)

6,051 posts reblogged (98%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@dreamsequencer

@prouvaireafterdark

@sehkmetdestroyerofworlds

@thisbluewind

@werewolfpeterparker

I tagged 3,384 of my posts in 2022

Only 45% of my posts had no tags

#amc interview with the vampire - 723 posts

#amc iwtv - 722 posts

#amc iwtv spoilers - 586 posts

#amc interview with the vampire spoilers - 585 posts

#the batman 2022 - 484 posts

#loustat - 396 posts

#stranger things - 330 posts

#louis x lestat - 316 posts

#the sandman - 296 posts

#the sandman netflix - 274 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#but if it was your daughter who'd been raped and was now dead daniel and couldn't consent to likely graphic sa being shared with the world

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

So Interview With The Vampire is apparently airing? Or available on AMC+ now? A Twitter friend just tweeted about how good the 1st ep was. The time difference between America and the UK is crazy.

Here it's the 30th of September, 4am, and right now, the UK has no way of watching the show.😭😡

It is likely to be included with BT TV since their package includes AMC, but I don't have that, & it involves talking to them about wifi and getting a box etc. We don't get AMC+ here in the UK yet. And they've not said if they're giving it to Disney+ or Prime like they've done with other things.

So, I don't know when or where this show is coming out, and I honestly feel a little fucking cross. I'd just like to watch the gay vampire show without having to learn how to do piracy or do a million and one internet searches!

So I'm gonna block the tags for it, and also...TAG YOUR SPOILERS PLEASE! Thank you.

I really want this show NOW, you have no idea. Ffs AMC, you assholes. 😠😭😭😭

UPDATE: An AMAZING friend of mine has helped my learn piracy and I have now watched both available episodes!!!!!! I am obsessed, this is my newest thing, I am not sorry and my blog is about to be filled with gay vampire content.

22 notes - Posted September 30, 2022

#4

This is now my header:

Yes it's Louis and Lestat snogging right before they have sex.

No I'm not ashamed.

Yes I'm very happy. Thank you.😊😎

27 notes - Posted October 14, 2022

#3

So my BatCat fic that I wrote and posted last night (Call It What You Want To) did really well and I've had 3 lovely comments on it!

This has inspired me to write another BatCat fanfic, but I'm not sure what to do for it! So, I want to ask you awesome people on here, should I write:

a) a reunion fic that follows Call It What You Want To?

b) just a random reunion fic, possibly with an identity reveal?

c) missing/extended BatCat moments from the movie?

d) identity reveal fic with Bruce Wayne & Selina interactions beforehand?

Let me know which one sounds best, cause I wanna write some more BatCat asap!

UPDATE:

I have written the sequel, and these ideas will now be a series of one shots! Here's the sequel: My baby's fly like a jet stream, high above the whole scene, loves me like I'm brand new

28 notes - Posted April 8, 2022

#2

I am afraid to go into the Interview With The Vampire tags right now....I know episode 5 was a lot, and it definitely needed trigger warnings for sure, but I...

I hesitate to say I enjoyed it, but I found it interesting to watch and will keep watching the show, and I also don't feel that the wave of panic about Lestat's character being butchered is true.

Also the people crying about not being able to ship Loustat after this when a lot of you ship Hannigram.....do I need to explain?? Really?🤨

I just don't wanna see the hate and negativity, I just wanna see nice gifs and art etc. and I have a feeling I won't get that.

33 notes - Posted October 24, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

You're his destiny

A Loustat fanfic, and my first one in the fandom!

Available here: You're his destiny - TheImpossibleDetectivesAngel - Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

“For one horrifying second, as Louis curled against the cool metal, he thought that Lestat may leave him there, only protected from the deadly sun by the small terrace. […] He dismissed the thought as quickly as it appeared. Lestat had tried to warn him before he left, but Louis had been too scared, to wrapped up in his own mind to listen to the man. His new lover may be petty and vindictive, but he’d never leave Louis to die, not after everything he’d done to keep Louis with him so far.”

An extended cut of what happened between Lestat opening the gate and him carrying Louis up the stairs, and then a little extended cut of them after Lestat invites Louis into the coffin.

39 notes - Posted October 15, 2022

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[cun10294]

In my memories of FF7

I’m not a writer and never will be, I’m just simply a mere player.

:readmore:

I remember playing the game when I was 10 in 2004, it was the first time my home even had a PlayStation. Although before that, a nice cousin had lent me and my sis his PS1 for a week and we spend all the time to play Chocobo Racing together, so by some means I got a vague idea about FF thanks to that. At the time FF10 was already out and was praised for its beautiful graphic, but I don't have a ps2 so oh well. My father bought 2 final fantasy games which were 7 and 8, the 8 had better graphics and super cool opening sequence so my sister chose it and left me with the ugly one, haha. But well, I have plenty of free time back then and why not give it a try even though I didn't expect much, really. Back then I don't really know much about games, I play some like The Sims, Pokémon, Harvest Moon some other stuff but I hardly even think myself as a gamer ever and never be able to imagine how huge a game could be. So it's about how I started out in a city as a guy with spiky-hair and jerkass attitude (not sissy emo, seriously) and done some shady terrorist bombing mission, then suddenly fell down to a slum which is actually more colorful with all the brothel and crazy cross-dressing to a company tower with at least 10 different floor maps you can access, made you go from wow to wtf really fast, not to mention it was all so funny (while the part you following the blood stain is scary as f*ck). And all that already amazed me, until I realized all the places I have been through is just a small city, and I was really given an ENTIRE WORLD, that's really overwhelming to me, even when I thinking back about it now. And I'm serious to say, since the day I left midgar, my life has never stopped. After that is a marvelous journey about the memories, the world, unexpected events,....anything you haven't known before. I came to love everything about the game, the silly chibi model, the outstanding background, the humorous details, and characters, also the deepness of the story and everything. Even though back then I wasn't good enough in English, so there are many things I left out through my first playthrough (like how I don't know Reeve actually control Cat Sith and the fucking-hard to defeat boss actually the final one, me at the end was like: huh is it end? Why disc 3 so shortttttt!!!!). And yeah, I still remember how fast my heart bumped when I fought with that final boss, I reached the end at level about 58 but can’t defeat him until I trained up to 73, and supernova really was my nightmare! All that tension for a lifetime memory! It was really a miracle time when I didn't have anything besides myself and a PlayStation, not to mention I only have little chance to access to the internet or any friends to talk about ff7 with. I spent half a year for my first playthrough because there was simply a stage I got stuck at a point and didn't know how to move on. But maybe because of that, the game became so meaningful, with all that little Easter eggs for me to randomly discover. Then I went to grade 6 and fortunely met friends that also enjoy Final Fantasy (yet one favorite is 8, and the other is 9, I guess the myth that the first final fantasy you played will be your favorite is true indeed) but we have a really good time to share with each other, like how to get to a certain place with your Chocobo or have Vincent in your team. They all are wonderful times that I find them dearly precious any time I remember and feel grateful at heart to have played it, it feels like I'm not the one that chooses it but it actually choose me or maybe destiny want to lead us together? I don't know, but I sure know that ff7 will always be my top favorite how long the time could pass as I never regret to play such a masterpiece and become so biased about it hahaha

[ebachan]

Crossing destinies – Chapter 5 – Silver darkness (10/10)

Original AU: @gaysilver

Inspired by: @sonicrobots

Genre: Action, adventure, fantasy

Rating: T (14+), middle+ violence (maybe light swearing)

Story:

Shadow is a priest living peacefully in a middle sized town. But lately, he is noticing dark aura is surrounding its citizens, causing them to behave aggressively. As he is investigating the cause of this, he encounters Sonic – a mischievous boy being outside at such late hour. Before he can accompany him to a safer place, he notices a sinister aura. There is a demon nearby, so he makes a totally believable excuse and rushes there. There he meets small demonic creature – Eclipse feasting on his prey. The clash is inevitable and no one knows how it ends… especially when certain hedgehog makes a bigger mess. After this night, nothing will be ever the same.

[The same moment – farther away]

Gold was sitting on a rock inside of her barrier. A few minutes ago she informed her partner about Shadow's approach. He was delighted. She clenched her fists. Right now, they were fighting. She could feel Silver's thoughts.

'He is… in that mood…' She bit her lip. She saw him a few times to behave strangely… When he had a strong opponent he had tendencies to drive it in the corner and slowly kill it bit by bit. She always wondered why he has this trait. Was he secretively…

She jerked as she heard a cracking branch. “Who's there?” She quickly turned around to see a small pink hedgehog behind her. “A child?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't want to disturb you.”

The tenrec smiled at once. “No, it's alright…” Her expression turned pale as she noticed a being behind the girl. She didn't hesitate, with three big steps she closed the distance, grabbed the girl and jumped back in the circle.

“What are you doing?” Amy pushed her bit back.

“I'm sorry, but you are safe now.” That being was Eclipse, who was now very slowly walking due to a pain in his legs. “Do you see that thing over there?” She pointed at him as he was looking around, clearly confused. “That's demon, but don't worry as long as we are in this circle, it can't see, smell or hear us neither come closer.”

“I see,” Amy looked at Eclipse as he wandered closer. She jumped out. “Booo!” she stretched her arms.

“Uaah!” shouted Eclipse and fell back.

The girl laughed. “Sorry, sorry, I just couldn't help it.” She offered him a hand.

“Where did you disappeared?” The demon slowly stood up, ignoring her hand.

She looked back. “There is this strange circle that makes anything inside invisible for a demon. The lady there told me about it.”

The telepathic tenrec wasn't able to believe her own eyes. A human girl was talking with a demon… that wasn't attacking. 'Should I inform Silver?' She pushed that thought back. 'No, he is now busy. This demon looks weak, I can handle it.' She inspected his body, noticing bandaged legs. 'Its legs are hurt?' Then the pieces of information were put together. 'Is this one, the one that Silver almost caught? But then…!'

“Nice lady,” called her Amy. “He won't hurt you.”

Gold hesitated only for a moment, before leaving. Eclipse was surprised as she emerged from thin air. “Who are you?” she looked at the girl.

“My name is Amy Rose and this is my friend Eclipse. Who is asking?”

“I’m Gold the Tenrec. You know its name?” She knew the story regarding demon's name but knowing one should be almost impossible.

Amy looked bit uncertain. “Yes, and it's he. I believe it's rude to call a person it.”

Gold was astonished. “So, if you know its… his name, then that collar is…”

The pink hedgehog slightly smiled. “I think you can say it's the bond between us.”

'Is she… in such tender age… a demon tamer?'

The night was disrupted by a loud scream.

“Mister Shadow!!” shouted Amy recognizing the voice. She quickly ran in that direction. Eclipse followed her on all fours, as he could rest his legs a bit. Gold joined them having a dozen of questions on her mind.

[The plains]

Silver was loudly breathing. In his hand was a silver gun. Shadow was on the ground holding his legs as they were shot. The psychic smiled a bit. “How it feels to be shot by the gun you have stolen and kept for so long?”

“S-Stolen?” He had no idea what he was talking about.

The exorcist growled. “Don't play dumb! This gun isn't yours. It belonged to another agent of the Order.” He made a slight pause. “But don't worry, you can tell me the story later. I'll get out all the pieces.”

The priest felt the last words indicate intense torture and leaving his body in pieces. 'Dang it!' He touched the cross. 'If I could just fully transform, I could…'

“Don't even think about turning into a monster!” Shadow jerked as he anticipated his next move. “Just to be on the safe side the circle around that demon,” he jerked his head that way, “not just traps it, but I can turn it to an ash in a moment. You see, for a weird reason the small demon was attached to this one.”

The half-demon clenched his teeth, looking at Silver who was still pointing the barrel at his forehead. “You want just me, right? So let her go.”

“What?! It's not enough you regard it as a living being you are even demanding to release it?” He shot Shadow in the arm. He screamed. “You just won't stop to get on my nerves, do you?”

Out of blue, a blue blur hit him in a stomach, catching him completely off guard. He rolled several meters dropping the gun.

“Father Shadow!” The blue blur was none other than Sonic.

Shadow growled. “Why are you here? Where's Amy? Why you never listen to me?!”

Sonic looked at his wounds. “But Amy said, you have no intention of returning to us!”

The ebony hedgehog coughed. 'That Amy and her reading ability.'

“I left her with Eclipse. I'll get you there.” He tried to lift his body, but he hadn't enough brawniness.

“Forget about me. Try to get his sister out of that circle and return to Amy.”

“I can't leave you here!”

Shadow forced his body to stood up. “I'll keep him busy, so do it.”

The young agent was slowly standing up as well, holding his stomach.

“Fine, but you are going too.” Sonic ran toward the circle.

“No, you won't!” Silver created a hand, but that was cut in pieces by Shadow.

“I'm your opponent.” He hit him in the face, sending him back.

'How do I free her?' His steps slowed down as he glanced a shining object. “This is?” He picked it up.

“Sonic!” called him Shadow, but the boy wasn't reacting.

“It doesn't matter what the child will do, that circle can't be broken by an amateur.”

Shadow wasn't listening to him, his attention was on Sonic. The smell around him turned desperate. Even Silver noticed something was happening and looked it the same direction.

“Why…” The blue hedgehog's voice was shaking. “Why is there my dad's gun?!”

“Your…” Shadow's eyes widen. “Father's gun…” He stepped back. That gun was with him… as far as he can remember… so it really wasn't his? His's posture became flabby. Silver used that chance to bind him and knocking him unconscious.

“F-Father?!” Sonic had tears in his eyes, not understanding what's happening. Well, he wasn't alone, Silver felt the same.

[robborne]

i kinda wanna play ffxv because i played it on release when it was shitty, glitchy and just a driving simulator. barely know anything about the plot i just fancied gladio and the hot evil hat guy

[barracudablue]

Drawing all the characters of MDZS like, maybe this will allow me to move on? Sketches 1/2

[thelvadams]

not to be controversial but I'm pretty tired of sony's timed exclusives