#forced marriage au q&a

[rafecameronssl4t]

One Big Misunderstanding || Rafe Cameron x fem!reader

Summary: Tensions rise when an innocent comment about a missing bracelet sows doubt between you and Rafe, sparking suspicions of infidelity.

Warnings: ANGST GALORE

Word count: 2,711

A/n: inspired by the perfect couple on Netflix 😛

MASTERLIST (forced marriage au masterlist)

The sunlight streamed through the grand floor-to-ceiling windows of the drawing room, casting a warm glow on the pristine marble floors. You sat perched on one of the luxurious cream sofas, a curated array of diamond necklaces sprawled elegantly across the glass coffee table before you.

Across from you, Eloise, your private jewellery consultant, adjusted her notepad, a professional yet friendly smile playing on her lips. “Madeline, sweetie, no touching, please,” you gently reminded, catching your daughter’s small hands as they reached out eagerly for the sparkling treasures.

Her curious blue eyes, so much like Rafe’s, widened in innocent protest before she giggled, retreating to your lap with a playful pout. Eloise chuckled softly, waving at Madeline. “Someone has quite the eye for jewels already,” she teased, her gaze fond as Madeline shyly buried her face into the folds of your dress.

You let out a soft laugh, brushing Madeline’s hair back as your fingers glided over the dazzling collection. “I don’t think it’ll be too long before she’ll be in my position,” You softly say. The newest designs shimmered under the light, each more stunning than the last. “They’re all exquisite,” you sighed, lifting a delicate piece encrusted with diamonds.

“But I think I’ll take this one, and…” Your eyes roamed over the display again, settling on another necklace with an intricate design. “This.��� “Excellent choices, Mrs. Cameron,” Eloise praised, jotting down notes in her leather-bound book. Her tone brimmed with approval, and her smile didn’t waver as she looked up.

Madeline squirmed in your lap, reaching up to tug at the simple necklace you were already wearing. You adjusted her gently, holding her small hands to keep them still. Eloise glanced up from her notes. “Did you like the bracelet Mr. Cameron gave you?” Her tone was casual, but her words made you pause. “Bracelet?” you echoed, your brow furrowing.

Your voice held a slight edge of confusion as you looked at her. “The gold bangle with the pavé diamonds,” she elaborated, glancing up with a look of delight. “Rafe spent so much time picking it out for you.” Her enthusiasm was almost contagious as she beamed. Your lips parted slightly in surprise, your mind racing.

You had no idea what she was talking about. A heavy silence lingered for a moment, and you felt the weight of Eloise’s expectant gaze. “Oh! The bracelet!” you quickly feigned recognition, a forced smile stretching across your face. “Yes, of course. It’s lovely—he knows me so well.” Your voice sounded light, but your heart sank as the lie left your lips.

Eloise didn’t seem to notice. She rose gracefully, tucking her notebook under her arm. “Well, I’ll be on my way. I’ll see you next month, Mrs. Cameron,” she said cheerfully, giving you a polite nod before heading toward the door. You stayed seated, your posture still and tense as Madeline babbled happily on your lap.

The silence of the room closed in around you once Eloise left, leaving you to wrestle with your thoughts. Rafe had bought you a bracelet? Why hadn’t he given it to you himself? Had he left it somewhere, expecting you to find it? Or had it been an afterthought, something he had no time—or desire—to present personally?

The questions swirled in your mind as you absentmindedly stroked Madeline’s hair, your gaze fixed on the glittering necklaces on the table. As much as you tried to push it aside, the confusion, and a small pang of hurt, lingered.

~

Later that night, you sat before your vanity, the familiar routine of your skincare ritual grounding you in a semblance of normalcy. The soft hum of the bathroom light and the gentle swish of creams and serums felt like a small act of defiance against the questions that kept circling in your mind. The bracelet. Rafe’s strange omission of it.

The way Eloise had mentioned it so casually, as though it was something you should’ve known. You brushed the thoughts aside, telling yourself you were overreacting, but they lingered, gnawing at the edges of your thoughts. The bedroom door creaked open behind you, and without turning, you saw Rafe in the reflection of your mirror.

Still in his suit, looking as polished and untouchable as ever. You didn’t acknowledge him, continuing with your skincare, your movements slow and deliberate. “Busy day?” you asked, your voice flat, more out of routine than affection. His response was distant, lost on you as you remained absorbed in your own thoughts, the quiet hum of your routine enveloping you.

The bracelet. “How was the jewelry showing?” he asked, his voice still detached, but something in his tone caught your attention. You glanced up at him briefly through the mirror. His eyes were on you, studying you with a faint trace of curiosity. “It was good,” you mumbled, your focus wavering again.

Rafe’s brow furrowed as he watched you, sensing the lack of the usual excitement you carried after these showings. His fingers paused at the buttons of his shirt as he tilted his head, his gaze sharpening. “Did you… pick anything you liked?” he asked, his tone slower now, as if he was gauging your mood, sensing something was off.

“Yeah, I did,” you replied, your voice empty, devoid of any real emotion. Before he could continue, you stood up abruptly, tightening the robe around your body more than necessary. The familiar movement felt like a barrier, an armour you could slip into. “I’ll just make myself some tea,” you said, the words sounding rehearsed, like you were already running from the questions.

You didn’t spare him another glance as you walked past him, leaving the room without another word. You descended the stairs mechanically, but instead of following the usual route to the kitchen, your feet took you in the opposite direction, towards Rafe’s office. Your heart pounded as you approached the oak door, glancing over your shoulder to ensure no one was watching.

Slowly, you pushed the door open, the room still and quiet in its untouched state. The room was a sharp contrast to the chaos in your mind. Your eyes darted to his desk, and instinctively, you moved toward it. You knew Rafe kept everything meticulously in order, and his drawers were always locked. But tonight, your curiosity outweighed your caution.

You pulled open the first drawer, then the second. It was the third one that caught your attention. As your fingers sifted through papers, your eyes landed on a familiar logo—the jewelry shop. Your pulse quickened as you pulled it free, finding a receipt tucked between papers. The words on the page seemed to mock you as you read, Rafe Cameron, the date, and the item listed: Nature Bangle, Pavé, priced at $18,000.

A photo of the bracelet accompanied the receipt. The image burned itself into your mind—elegant, delicate, and undeniably expensive. Your breath caught in your throat, and your mind spun. You quickly shoved the receipt back into the drawer, snapping it closed. The weight of what you’d seen was suffocating, the overwhelming question taking shape in your mind.

Was Rafe cheating on you? The thought gnawed at you, its edge cutting deep. You had been with him long enough to believe that something like this wouldn’t happen. But the pieces didn’t fit. Rafe had always been… Rafe. He wasn’t the type to hide things, or at least, you never thought he was.

The doubts began to creep in, unsettling your thoughts, but before they could settle into a clear conclusion, you stood up from the desk and made your way out of the office.

~

The morning sunlight filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the living room. You sat on the plush sofa, coffee in hand, its warmth grounding you as you watched Leo and Madeline play on the rug before you. Their laughter filled the room, a soothing balm to the unease still simmering from the night before.

The sound of Rafe’s footsteps descending the staircase pulled your focus, and soon enough, he rounded the corner into the living room, his presence unmistakable in the tailored suit that hugged his frame. Despite the domestic setting, he still exuded the same composed, businesslike energy he carried everywhere.

“Jordan told me your schedule was clear for today,” you remarked, your voice calm but inquisitive as you tracked his movements. “Hm?” Rafe hummed in response, crouching slightly to press a kiss to the top of both Leo’s and Madeline’s heads. The gesture was effortless, automatic, and yet it made your chest tighten—a cruel contradiction to the doubts swirling in your mind.

“I said, Jordan told me your schedule is clear today,” you repeated, watching him carefully as he straightened, his gaze finally meeting yours. A small, almost nonchalant smile tugged at his lips. “Last-minute meeting, that’s all,” he replied smoothly, brushing off the question as if it were of little consequence. His tone was casual, but it didn’t sit right with you.

You cocked an eyebrow, your expression neutral but sharp enough to suggest you weren’t entirely convinced. “I’ll be back before three,” he added quickly, as though the reassurance might settle you. Without waiting for a response, he stepped closer, leaning down to press a kiss against your cheek. The gesture was familiar, practiced, and yet it felt hollow.

You remained still, your eyes fixed straight ahead, your coffee cooling in your hand as his cologne lingered in the air. “Drive safe,” you murmured, your voice even but distant. You didn’t look at him as he pulled away and adjusted his cufflinks. The sound of his footsteps retreated, leaving a subtle void in the room once he was gone.

~

The door to your bedroom creaked open, and Rafe stepped in, his movements deliberate but calm. Your eyes lifted from your phone, following him briefly before drifting back to the glowing screen in your hand. “They’re asleep,” he murmured, his voice soft but tinged with exhaustion. You hummed in acknowledgment, barely lifting your gaze as he moved toward his side of the bed, shrugging off his jacket and placing it neatly on the chair by the window.

Rafe climbed into bed beside you, the mattress dipping slightly under his weight. He leaned back against the headboard, undoing the top few buttons of his shirt and letting out a quiet sigh. The silence between you felt heavy, the kind of quiet that wasn’t comfortable but wasn’t quite confrontational either. You placed your phone down on the nightstand, your fingers brushing its edge before folding neatly in your lap.

The glow of the bedside lamp softened the room, but it did little to ease the tension you felt knotting in your chest. “Are you cheating on me?” The words left your lips before you could stop them, your voice sharp yet trembling, slicing through the quiet. “What?” Rafe’s hand froze, his body stiffening as he turned to look at you, his tone laced with shock and disbelief. His brows furrowed deeply, searching your face for an explanation.

“Are you cheating on me?” you repeated, softer this time, the vulnerability in your voice stark against the tension building in the room. His lips parted, words stuttering for a moment before he finally asked, “What are you talking about?” You sat up straighter, folding your arms as you exhaled shakily. “The bracelet, Rafe.” The words were laced with hurt as your eyes locked onto his, watching the colour drain from his face.

His expression shifted—confusion, then understanding, and finally a look that you couldn’t quite place. Your heart pounded in your chest as your eyes began to water, the emotional floodgates breaking against your will. “Eloise mentioned it. She said you spent so much time picking it out, but I never got it, Rafe,” your voice cracked slightly. “So, where is it? Who is it for?”

Rafe ran a hand down his face, the exhaustion in his eyes now replaced with something akin to guilt—but not the kind you feared. He pushed himself up against the headboard, facing you fully. “It’s not what you think,” he said firmly, his voice low, almost pleading, but it did little to ease the storm brewing inside you. “Then explain,” you demanded, your voice trembling with a potent mix of anger and sorrow.

Tears slipped down your cheeks, hot and relentless, and you swiped at them quickly, unwilling to appear completely undone. But your composure was already fractured, and Rafe could see it in your glistening eyes and the slight quiver of your lip. His silence was unbearable. The hesitation hanging between you wasn’t just a pause—it was an admission, a crack that threatened to shatter everything you’d built together.

It cut deeper than words ever could, leaving a hollow ache in your chest. “Explain,” you repeated, your voice firmer now, laced with urgency. “For the sake of our children, for our marriage, Rafe. Tell me what I’m supposed to believe right now.” He ran a hand over his face, his usual confidence, his composed exterior, seemed to falter under your gaze. For once, Rafe Cameron looked unsteady.

“It wasn’t meant to be like this,” he muttered, his voice low. You blinked, your breath catching. “What wasn’t meant to be like this? Stop talking in circles and just tell me.” Your voice cracked on the last word, and you felt your chest tighten with the weight of your fears. Rafe exhaled sharply, finally looking up at you. His eyes locked onto yours, their usual sharpness softened by something unfamiliar—regret, perhaps.

“The bracelet,” he began, his words slow and deliberate, “was supposed to be a surprise. For you.” Your brows furrowed as you tried to process his words, your heart racing. “What?” He leaned back on the headboard, his hands clasped together. "It’s… for our anniversary. I wanted to give it to you then. I even had it engraved.” His voice wavered, and he shook his head.

“I thought I was doing something thoughtful, but I should’ve just given it to you right away. I didn’t think it would—” He stopped, the weight of your reaction sinking in. You stared at him, your mind reeling. His explanation had knocked the wind out of you, leaving you unsure whether to feel relief or frustration. “You… were planning to give it to me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes.” He looked at you earnestly, his expression softening. “I didn’t realise it would make you question everything. That’s on me. I’m sorry.” Your tears slowed, but the tension in your chest lingered. “Why didn’t you just tell me that when I asked? Why make me feel like I was losing my mind?” Rafe sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Because I thought you’d laugh at me, or brush it off as something meaningless.

You don’t exactly make it easy to do… sentimental gestures.” His voice wasn’t accusatory, but it held a hint of frustration. You exhaled slowly, processing his words. The weight of your accusation settled heavily on your shoulders, mixing shame with residual doubt. “You should’ve told me,” you murmured, your voice soft but firm. “And you should’ve trusted me,” he countered gently, his tone not harsh but pointed.

“We can’t keep doing this—assuming the worst about each other.” You looked away, your throat tight as his words sank in. Perhaps he was right, but the wounds of mistrust weren’t so easily healed. “I just… I don’t want to be a fool,” you admitted, your voice breaking slightly. “Not for you, not for anyone.” Rafe turned his head, his hand reaching over before settling on your knee. “You’re not a fool,” he said quietly, his voice steady.

“You’re my wife. And I know I don’t always get it right, but I need you to believe that I’m trying.” You met his gaze, searching for any flicker of insincerity but finding none. His blue eyes held yours, unwavering, and for the first time that night, you felt the tension in your chest begin to ease. “I’ll believe it,” you whispered, the words tentative but genuine.

"But you have to meet me halfway, Rafe. No more secrets. No more hesitation.” He nodded, his grip on your knees tightening briefly in silent agreement. “Deal.”

[kyouka-supremacy]

Me watching Spy × Family: I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it. I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it. I'm not watching this because Akutagawa's va is in it.

Me when Yuri shows up and his voice is completely unrecognizable from Akutagawa's: I'm no longer interested in watching this show

[kyri45]

✨ShadowPeach Bio Parents Bio AU Q&A! 7/11✨

Welcome to the Q&A! A space where I can answer related or similar question about the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU! If you submitted your ask anonimously, then you’ll have to check the whole post if it’s answered here, if it’s not, worry not! Your asks might have been used for a future comic or just in the queue~

Anonimo ha chiesto: AWIUSBSWDN I LOVE your art especially your LMK comic! Wanted to ask if you've seen that one fan art on twitter from @/Jay_chaos_art on twitter (or X) That is the part where little MK is holding Macaque's finger AAAA that scene is too cute! Also poor MK :']

Awww I saw that! It's sooooo good!!! For anyone wanting to see it, check it out HERE!

Anonimo ha chiesto: ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴏᴡᴘᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛs ᴀᴜ ᴡʜʏ ᴅᴏ ɪ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴛʜᴇsᴜɴ ᴘʀᴏᴘᴏsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴏɴ? ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ɪᴛ's ᴀ sᴏɴɢ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜᴛᴜʙᴇ.ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ʙʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ!

Aw thanks for the song rec!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: If I remember correctly macaque can hear people thoughts so I just imagine mk having thoughts about ✨courtnapping✨ and macaque just hears it

Macaque is just

Anonimo ha chiesto Mei if she knew what was going on inside MK’s head. Mei: it’s called being a “Furry” MK it’s the biggest plus to have in a world filled with anthropomorphic animal Yaoguai. That and the awesome magic stuffs.

me too Mei, the fuck

Anonimo ha chiesto: Soo that time when shadowpeach were at pigzi's and saw tang with the "bite mark"🌝 Did they realise what was goinn on?? Will they like ask mk or smt about it? *I can imagine the shock on their faces*

They don't know if either to be shocked or not since they called it

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I love and hunger for Spicynoodles! 🍜🔥 What if during demon courting season, Pif decides that even though her son is strong she doesn't want to risk her son to end up court napped by some demon stranger that he doesn't even like. She wants him to be happy. So, she goes to MK and tells him about Red Son's feeling for him and convinces him to courtnap Red Son.

asjcajcb can't answer yet bc of spoilers!!

@stardynamite ha chiesto: I was desperately searching for another good fandom fanfic to latch onto here because I can’t draw fanart at the moment and you have saved me for my eternal searching with your lmk au, thank you sire🫡 I am forever indebted to you for thouesth servicesth

Aw thank youu!!!

Anonimo ha chiesto: What would a demon do with the other person after they courtnapped them? Like is it just a forced date?

Nah I mean, If they refuse the courtnapping the captors has to release them otherwise they would just look like an asshole. If they agree then it's more of a surprise date.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Other demons who have tried to cournap wukong seeing Macaque do it with ease: HOW THE FUCK DID HE NOT DIE

He has the advantages that Wukong is a Simp

@wolfsonic ha chiesto: AWWWWWW!!! I LOVE THESE MONKIESSS! I just imagine Mk and Mac training with shadows, and Mk decided one day to practice his shadows by trying to tickle WuKong!

betrayed by his own son

@phoenixeclipse-lmkau ha chiesto: Is Macaque going to have to re-courtnap Wukong because they broke up before? Or would Wukong Courtnap Macaque after all this. Or are they just gonna skip the courtnapping part since they already did it in the past?

depends if we go by the headcanon that courtnapping=marriage

@elixcv ha chiesto: HI! first of all, I just wanna say that I LOVEEEEEEE you bio parent AU, it simply scratches something in my brain. I wish you all the good things in the world(⁠ﾉ⁠◕⁠ヮ⁠◕⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠*⁠.⁠✧ Now, in second place, I have 2 questions (and dw, if it's smth u don't/can't answer i don't mind, i just wanna say it, i guess?): 1. In your AU, pigsy is some kind of lower/not-so-strong demon? And, if he is, did he also Courtnapping Tang in his own way? 2. Can the courtnapping go both ways? Like, it just can happen one time per couple, or is a requirement that u have to courtnapping the other person back to show ur feelings? Bc, I can see a MK Courtnapping RS, and then RS trying to Courtnapping back, and in my head is like they're playing around the city in a complicated game of tag, or a hide n' seek. This can also apply to swk and macaque. I appreciate your thoughts about anything of this, even if I'm wrong in every way. I'm so excited about this AU and really love the way you write/draw it (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ (sorry for the bad English, I know to read/hear but the grammatical is always a pain in my ass ಥ⁠‿⁠ಥ)

Yes, he's a lower demon, but in the end, it was Tang who did the courtnapping bc he thought that Pigsy wouldn't date him if he didn't court him the demon way, while Pigsy was planning on courting him the human way.

Yes. I think courtnapping can go both way but it's not a must or expected to.

@straightally2001 ha chiesto: I was reading your last post about MK and his mortality and I was wondering, if MK was on the verge of dying and there was no other way to save him would Monkey King give him a Peach of Immortality? Would MK be upset about it? Also sorry if this question is too angsty 😅 Anonimo ha chiesto: Isn't redson immortal due to being half celestial or fallen celestial idk? Wouldn't he try to convince mk to take it if they get together? @purpleprinceblood ha chiesto: I think Wukong desperately wants Mk to be immortal but also knows that a) Mk would hate it and b) Wukong would too Like, dude has severe depression from his immortality and his friends leaving him, I think he would hate to watch Mk deal with that I could see Wukong offering Mk a life span growing thing, like in jttw iirc the peaches add like 500 years to your life span, Wukong just eats so many of them that they make him immortal, so I could see him offering it as a "I'm scared to lose you but also don't want you suffering like I do" @sakurablossoms-world ha chiesto: Wouldn’t MK technically be long-living since he’s the child of two powerful entities, I mean Redson is 500 and he’s considered to be in his early 20’s by mortal comparison, so wouldn’t it be expected that he’d outlive everyone (Redson and maybe Mei being an exception)? So while he would still value his mortality, immortality wouldn’t really make that big a difference in hindsight. Then again I could be mistaken.

I think MK wouldn't like to become immortal against his choice regardless. Yes, in S1 we see he wanted to become one, but I think he still was in that phase were he just wanted to be/do everything like his hero. And that included eating a peach of immortality. I don't think he ever thought of the implication of being immortal

@yainmy ha chiesto: If Mk has been developing more of Macaques powers does that mean he can develope shadow clones like Rumble and Savage? Or will it be a chaotic nightmare like that one clones episode in the series?

He can only control one shadow clone: his own shadow!

Anonimo ha chiesto: Hello, I'm too nervous to send this non-anonymously, but I was wondering if I could take inspo from your ShadowPeach Bio parents AU for my own AU called Twins Of The Cycle? It's an AU with my oc, I basically just gave MK a twin.

Nope. If you want to ask for permission, you need to ask me not in anounymous.

@oddogoblino ha chiesto: Random but I find it so silly to imagine Wukong doesn't have the courtnapping instinct bc he's just a stone monkey (made up of pieces of heaven itself + the earth bc...stone), so the times he blushes over Mac are just him imagining cute innocent stuff like wanting to hold Macaque super close and cuddly. Also funnier thing, I was playing with the idea of shape-shifting being gender-limited for most beings/demons and Wukong's ability to shape-shift into women being wukong being an iconic monkey again so your latest update is a very fun surprise ! Yippee!!!

waitwaitwait I got it-

Anonimo ha chiesto: Can they monkeys purr like kittens?? It will be SOO CUTE if they can!!!✨

Maybe???

Anonimo ha chiesto: was Macaque ever more reckless than Wukong ? Maybe in their youth 🤔

Oh definetely

Anonimo ha chiesto: did the Brotherhood in your AU know about Wukong being trans or Macaque courtnapping Wukong? did one of them try to courtnap someone, including our fav monkey boys? 👀👀👀

Yes, the brotherhood knew

@blossomhill36353 ha chiesto: AAAAAAAHHHH THIS IS SO FUCKING GOOOD!!! I love u and your shadowpeach AU with all of my heart u know that!!!!❤️❤️❤️ I have a question tho!! Soo about the glamour thing are they can teach MK how to use one? And since mac has already shown without glamour Infront of MK will Wukong do the same as well??

Yes MK knows the basic of glamours. as for your second question, who knows....

@cutvdo ha chiesto: How oblivious / dense do you think Redson is? like would he notices when MK is blushing?

I'll tell you that, in the last comic, he actually did (the crowd goes in a standing ovation for the idiots of the century)

Anonimo ha chiesto: sooooo a lot of ppl like having Macaque having white hair/fur bc BUT does Wukong have any that he’s ashamed to admit?? 👀👀👀👀

he has but they are only stress related

Anonimo ha chiesto: I like how the shadow tickle courtnapping implies that Macaque could've gained the upper hand during any of their fights in the series, but he chose not to because the feelings associated with it were still raw.

Ah. Ok. Well, thank you but now I gotta stay in the corner and cry after this information

Anonimo ha chiesto: If Wukong and Macaque had been around for school who would the school prefer come if they called home Macaque or Wukong. I feel like Wukong because macaque would be overprotective.

They are the meme where MK got into a fight and they come in a hurry just to ask him if he won

Anonimo ha chiesto: I want someone to call either Macaque and Wukong old, and they get super mad and try to say they aren't old but they are

they are. they are very old.

Anonimo ha chiesto: Has macaque ever had to deal with Wukong having a period?? Does Wukong even have any if he shape-shifts?? Sorry if this feels inappropriate. Anonimo ha chiesto: WAIT, DOES WUKONG BEING TRANS MEAN MACAQUE HAD/HAS TO DEAL WITH HIS PERIODS?!?!.! ANCHHDMSBJFMDBCMDN 😂

Yup, he still has the normal period symptoms and Mac had to stay with him all the time

Anonimo ha chiesto: Who would ask "would you still love me if I was a worm"

Wukong. And he would do it while shapeshifting as a worm

Anonimo ha chiesto: If they where like super angry at someone or something would Wukong & Macaque hiss (not sure what you would call the noise but, full on fangs out.)

I think yeah.

autism-autobot ha chiesto: Are we ever going to see the pilgrims in the shadowpeach bio parents au?

Nope

k4izershasfreakycanon ha chiesto: Hello,so if you dont remember me i was the one who made a custom outfit for mk! i only have the front rendered and coloref so i just wanted to say that you're always allowed to use it in comics! just please credit me:)

Thank you! But I made already his outfit way prior your own post so I already planned to using my original design.

[kaledya]

so,I check your latest community post and I really charlie being a bigs sister to Octavia and also the fact you make Stella care about Octavia in your au because let's be honest,we need this very much. Because I crave for canon Stella interacting with her daughter but sadly we can have any good things due to the fact canon Octavia is gonna be a plot device for canon stolas. Well,at least I can read your au because I really love this.

I'm glad you liked my post!

and I agree with you on this issue, I really think we need to see the interactions of Stella and Octavia, the two of them have not spoken even once in the series. And since Via is one of my favorite characters in HB I would really like an episode where we learn about her

and I can put a recent question here about my opinion on stella.

Q: - Stella isn't that hateable

A: Right now the show is just trying to portray her as a hateable character and right now she is, because we haven't gotten into the past and the layers of the character(Maybe we will maybe we won't idk maybe she is pure evil who knows) . but at least for my AU, as much as Stella hates Stolas now, she is a character with layers and she didn't want to marry Stolas when she was young either . She was forced into this marriage too and gave birth to Octavia when she was very young yes there was never any real love between them but for the sake of Octavia she tried to have a peaceful marriage but when Stolas cheated on her she unleashed all the anger she had been building up for years “I wasn't happy in this marriage either I wanted to love someone but I didn't cheat on you but you cheated on me with an imp!)

also Stella is a really good mother even though she is a young mother, she did her best to take good care of Octavia even though her own mother did not take care of her.

[dreamlandcreations]

Moodboards masterlist #2

This is (the continuation of) my graveyard for the moodboards I will not write about… no, I will not… well… maybe…

• Moodboards masterlist #1• Main Masterlist •

Aleksander Morozova

Dystopian AU inspired by @marvelmusing's Rebel Hacker!Alina

His Dark Materials AU

Star Trek AU (The Darkling as Q) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces

Peter Pan AU (Captain Hook!Aleksander x Tinkerbell!Reader)

Red Riding Hood AU (wolf!Aleksander x red riding hood!Reader)

Stargate: Atlantis AU - wraith!Darkling x ex-Runner!Reader

Tradition - warlock!Aleksander x witch!Reader

Tidelands AU - tidelander!Aleksander Morozova x tidelander!Reader

Timetravel AU - Darkling x Grisha!Reader 100% inspired by @marvelmusing’s amazing In Another Life series

Secret Sweet Tooth - Darkling x chef!Reader

Stardust AU - warlock!Darkling x star!Reader

A Midsummer Night’s Dream AU - fairy king!Aleksander x fairy queen!Reader

The Maze - fae!Aleksander x Reader

The Wedding Planner AU - modern!Aleksander Morozova x Reader (Aleksander x Alina)

The Mummy: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor-ish AU (“Mummy”!Darkling x reincarnated Shu princess!Reader)

Anime AU - fox demon!Darkling x half deity!Reader

Underwold AU

Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)

Alfie Solomons

Magic Academy AU - headmaster!Alfie x student!Reader

Oceans Thirteen AU - casino owner!Alfie x thief!Reader

Modern Gangster AU

You've got mail AU

Grimm AU - blutbad!Alfie x grimm!Reader (fuchsbau!Tommy)

architect!Alfie Solomons x artist!Reader

Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list

Tidelands AU - smuggler!Alfie Solomons x tidelander!Reader

Timetravel AU - King!Alfie Solomons x archaeologist!Reader created for @raincoffeeandfandoms ‘s 1800 followers celebration

The Mentalist AU - mentalist!Alfie Solomons x D.D.A.!Reader x detective!Tommy Shelby

Sabotage - chef!Alfie Solomons x manager!Reader

Men (modern AU) - Tommy Shelby x Reader x Alfie Solomons

S.O.S. love! AU - Alfie Solomons x Reader(+Tommy Shelby x May Carleton)

The Illusionist AU - Illusionist!Alfie Solomons x Duchess!Reader

Billy Russo

Star Wars AU (Emperor!Billy version) Star Wars AU (ex-smuggler/criminal version) inspired by @marvelmusing's Jedi!Billy and Sith!Billy

Star Trek AU (Billy as Borg) inspired by @oeuryale's comment on Balance Between Forces

Castaway AU

Arranged Marriage AU - mob boss!Billy Russo x Reader

The Vow AU

Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x mermaid!Reader

Pirate AU - pirate!Billy Russo x princess!Reader

Pirates of the Caribbean AU

Surprise baby inspired by this which was inspired by idk what

Vampire Hunter AU - hunter!Billy Russo x vampire!Reader

Grim Reaper AU (Kdrama style) - grim reaper!Billy Russo x deity! Reader inspired by the Goblin, Hotel Del Luna, Tomorrow

Supervillain roommates AU inspired by @creativepromptsforwriting's list

Tidelands AU - tidelander!Billy Russo x siren!Reader

Madripoor - powerbroker!Billy Russo x extremis powered!Reader

The Invitation AU - Billy Russo x vampire!Reader

The Siren and his Pirate - siren!Billy Russo x pirate!Reader

Underworld AU

Meet Joe Black AU - Death!Aleksander Morozova x doctor!Reader (Billy Russo x Reader)

The Last Witch Hunter AU - warlock!Billy Russo x witch!Reader (witch hunter!Frank Castle)

Billy Russo x Daredevil!Reader

[son-of-drogo]

LotR Star Trek AU

-Bilbo and Lwaxana Troi have a simultaneously friendly and unfriendly rivalry.

-Lwaxana being Lwaxana, she assumed Bilbo was attracted to her, even though Bilbo is very gay and had zero interest in anyone who didn't have a beard.

-Thorin still teases him about it.

-but both of them are so camp that they can't not have some kind of friendship.

-Bilbo is a renowned retired language expert.

-although he occasionally does some work for Starfleet, he rarely leaves his planet anymore.

-Frodo, who is a less renowned language expert, does travel about on Starfleet ships and provide his services.

-Sam is a botanist who's particularly good with root vegetables.

-He and Frodo are a Bonded pair and travel about together.

-Hobbits cannot be without at least one of their species and while single Hobbits can be transferred alone to other ships with other Hobbits, bonded pairs must be transferred together.

-Hobbits are rare in Starfleet. There are only about ten currently enlisted: Frodo, Sam, Merry, Pippin, and six others.

-Frodo and Sam are the only Bonded pair currently.

-the ship they are usually on is the USS Fellowship, but occasionally go over to other ships to assist with translations.

-Gandalf is an ex member of the Q Continuum who got bored and decided to cause chaos elsewhere. The crew of the Fellowship just accept his presence.

-Aragorn is of course Captain of the Fellowship. The previous captain Denathor having died similarly to how he died in the books.

-Faramir is second in command on the ship.

-Boromir was chief security officer, but he was forced to retire after he was injured trying to protect Merry and Pippin during an away mission.

-the new security officer is Éowyn. Her people come from a forgotten Earth colony who only joined Starfleet about fifty years previously.

-Legolas is a navigator. His people have been part of Starfleet for about as long as the Vulcans and are usually navigators or science officers. Legolas is a himbo (affectionate) who is bad at science.

-Gimli is the chief engineer obviously.

-The Dwarves, or Dwarrow, are a newer addition to Starfleet. They've had a longstanding feud with the Elves for centuries and they've only made peace within the last hundred years or so

-Merry is an ambitious young command officer who would go on to be the only Hobbit in the history of Starfleet to become a captain. He is also Riker levels of slutty. Merry, Faramir, and Éowyn are a throuple.

-Pippin is a newly enlisted ensign. He's an absolute disaster, but still manages to save the day on several occasions. Once he grows up a little, he becomes a very competent Starfleet officer. However, he returns to Shire, the Hobbits' home planet, when his father retired as Thain. His experience on board of a star ship made him an excellent Thain.

More about hobbit culture:

-Hobbits are not quite as split as Vulcans and Romulans, but there is an adventurous and unadventurous subspecies.

-Hobbits have been part of Starfleet for generations, but Bilbo's mother was the first Hobbit to be an officer.

-Hobbits pretty much look like they're described in the LotR books, but they have tufted tails about as long as they are tall and large pointed ears that can pick up sound far better than humans can.

-Hobbits have blood that is a much brighter red than humans, meaning they all have noticeably red cheeks, even when they have darker skin.

-they were one prey animals on their planet but managed to outsmart and outlive the large predators that used to hunt them.

-They still retain their sharp hearing and stealthiness.

-Hobbit Bonding is akin to marriage but the ceremony is extremely private. While the couple that is being bonded recites some vows for an elder, the actual ceremony is performed only by the couple.

[whistao3]

Masterpost Schlackity FanFicton

a collection of all my posted works.

Jealousy is a disease

Tubbo just wants to have some of Mama Q's attention.

sfw, angst & fluff, talks about sibling-ish rivalry

complete

A little doemstic

Quackity and Schlatt have their first fight, but it doesn’t end well. Quackity focused on soothing Tubbo. Tubbo calms down Quackity with his mere presence.

sfw, angst.

complete

Hop over your Ego

Mama Quackity threatens to leave with Tubbo.

sfw, talks about divorce.

complete

If We Have Each Other

Unplanned Pregnancy AU! Quackity get's knocked up on accident and tries to come to terms with the situation.

sfw-ish? no smut but talks about it. angst with fluff

complete

Sometimes, divorce isn't the answer

Divorced Schlackity, getting back together

sfw

complete

Mama Duck and her fledling

MamaQ protecting kid Tubbo.

complete

Mom I threw up

Tubbo is sick.

sfw, sick-fic

complete

Wahrheit tut weh

Tubbo finds out who his parents are. Sadly only one is still alive.

sfw angst

complete

Our marriage is a scam

When a duck hybrid is forced to marry the prince of the nether, who is rumored to be a brute with no manners, he runs away to his best friend. He urges said ram-hyrbid to marry him, even though the man is married already. The man complies and with the duck-hybrid's wits a plan is formed that will dethrone the queen.

sfw, friends to lovers

incomplete

Quackity's Personal Harem

A chat-fic. It's got drama, fun stories and lots of ships.

Focused on Quackity.

sfw-ish

incomplete

SCP-Foundation: Mating Calls

they're both caught by the SCP-Foundation. The title tells you what happens.

NSFW, contains mpreg, smut

incomplete

[umbracirrus]

HEHEHE A, K, Q, AND S for the ask game please!!

Thank you!!! 😊

A: How did you come up with the title to [insert fic]?

I think that I'll answer this for my two posted fics about Elyse hehe.

The Perfect Storm - the plot in very simple terms is 'poor Elyse aand Balgruuf keep having all sorts of stuff getting stirred up, and they are going to come out of it in one of two ways: worn down and ruined, or stronger than ever having withstood the storm'. In hindsight that would've been an awesome description with a little tweaking of the wording.

Seeking the Sun - I liked the weather motif which I have established with The Perfect Storm, and had not long been listening to the Fire Emblem Three Houses soundtrack. The main theme started playing, and the lyrics 'I look to you like a red rose seeking the sun no matter where it goes' kind of just stuck with me. It also fits quite nicely with the general plot, in that Elyse has just moved to Skyrim to find a new happiness in her life after the losses of her parents.

K: What’s the angstiest idea you’ve ever come up with?

Ohhh that is absolutely the post-Oblivion main quest story which I have kind of on the backburner that I started writing a few months back based around one of my Heroes of Kvatch, Aelia.

In short, she and Martin fall for each other, they promise to get married once the Oblivion crisis is over, and then he goes and sacrifices himself. She's overcome with grief, refuses to leave Cloud Haven Temple... then makes an unfortunate discovery that Martin wouldn't have been the last of the Septim line, because she was pregnant with his child. And that leads to a long, spiralling path into the madness which results in her ending up as Sheogorath.

Q: Do you have any discarded scenes/storylines/projects?

Hmmm, I do have a storyline which I'm not certain if I have discarded yet, but had been toying around with the idea of...

An arranged marriage between the Thieves Guild guildmaster Dragonborn, and Hemming Black-Briar, which comes about as a form of... insurance to keep the guild firmly in Maven's hands once the guild starts trying to distance itself from her manipulations. It gets forced into place by Hemming hiring people to sabotage the guild, and then placing the idea into Maven's head so that he could 'have' the Dragonborn, though the Dragonborn was actually in a relationship with one of Brynjolf or Karliah when it comes to pass.

I did have a plot point written down in the first outlines for The Perfect Storm which has since been discarded in favour of something else, and funnily enough, it also has to do with Riften. Elyse and Balgruuf were originally going to get married in secret at the Temple of Mara if anything to give Elyse greater securities that could only really be afforded to Jarls and their families, as well as to give her some breathing room from everything going on... but it ended up very badly timed, as Ulfric just so happened to be visiting Riften on official Stormcloak business with Jarl Laila. I've since remembered that Season Unending was a Thing, and Riften is now in Imperial hands in the fic so I scrapped that idea in favour of another.

S: Any fandom tropes you can’t resist?

I certainly have a few. There was only one bed is definitely one of them, as is pretend relationships that become real ones. As is enemies to lovers, there's all sorts of flavours to that! I mean, Elyse's parents theoretically are an enemies to lovers couple, in that Ingja perceived Edwyn as an enemy, her being a resident of Winterhold and him being a member of the College and her blaming him and the College for Winterhold falling apart.

I also love some AUs, specifically ones which have just a slight twist to what is typical. For example, a few weeks back in September/October, I was very into the concept of 'what if Balgruuf was a vampire' AU. Still not finished that. Maybe for next halloween... I also like the thought of 'what if they weren't Dragonborn/didn't find out that they were Dragonborn' AUs for my Dragonborn characters.

[edgarallanpoestan]

Masterlist

Multi-Chapter Works:

if we could go back (would you save me?) - (DSMP, ongoing, 7/? chapters) Tommy-centric time travel au! Tommy wakes up in his childhood bedroom, in a body he doesn't recognize anymore, and has to figure it all out. So, technically pre-canon.

Reach Out My Hands (For Two to Hold) - (DSMP, ongoing, 1/2 chapters) Karl-centric. Karlnapity fae/arranged marriage au. Established karlnap, then Karl is told that he is to marry Quackity! Gasp!!! Fully made up the court system bc I make the rules.

Who We Once Were - (DSMP, ongoing, 2/6 chapters) Pre-canon fic following Tommy, Tubbo, Wilbur, Niki, Techno, and Philza (in that order). Short chapters detailing each character right before joining the server.

Multi-Work Series:

A Collegiate Mess - (DSMP, 2 works, ongoing) Karlnapity college au!!

Tumble-Dried Heart - (1,055 words) Karl-centric laundry room meet cute! Karl (literally) runs into Sapnap in the laundry room, they flirt. Basically just fluff.

One Macchiat-Oh - (1,426 words) Quackity-centric coffee shop meet cute. Q is a barista, Karl is the cute guy who comes in with his boyfriend every day, and Wilbur is a menace.

The Sun, Moon, and Stars Above (I'll Give Them All To You) - (QSMP, 3 works, ongoing)

A Bit Messy, But A Family Nonetheless - (2,292 words) Quackity-centric q!tntduo. Wilbur returns from tour, and discovers a family waiting for him.

No Barrier Could Stop How I Love You - (1,342 words) Wilbur-centric. It's really just domestic fluff with Wilbur, Quackity, and Tilín. Wilbur makes them all breakfast.

Leaf Through The Pages - (5,016 words) Wilbur-centric. Fit gives Wilbur a tour around the island, and he is brought to the adoption center. They find Tallulah, and Wilbur has suddenly doubled how many children he has.

One-Shots:

Still-Beating Heart - (TFTSMP, 2,596 words) Sherman-centric. Sheriff Sherman and Crops are homoerotic.

Outside of the Ordinary - (DSMP, 4,071 words) Fundy-centric, modern/real world au. Fundy learning about himself, discovering that he is trans, and coming out to his family. Follows him up to approximately middle school.

Coruscant - (DSMP, 5,006 words) Techno-centric, pre-canon. Emduo my loves, with a dash of SBI. We see Techno and Phil's first meeting, the evolution of their friendship, and a little bit of Techno interacting with Phil's sons. Basically, Techno and Phil are platonic, immortal soulmates. I love them a lot.

The House Always Wins - (DSMP, 2,252 words) Wilbur-centric. Wilbur has been made to work in Las Nevadas, where guests (as Quackity calls them) gamble using abstract ideas. Also there's a little bit of homoerotic tntduo, as a treat.

Shatter - (DSMP, 932 words) Quackity-centric. Tntduo angst set during the Manberg-Pogtopia War. That's really it.

The Sun in the Heavens Above - (DSMP, 1,148 words) Wilbur-centric. Tntduo conversation, also set during the Manberg-Pogtopia War. Some fluff, some angst.

How To Say "I Love You" - (DSMP, 1,010 words) Tommy-centric. Benchtrio fluff! Tubbo makes Tommy a prosthetic.

Wilbur Soot's Guide to Doing Chores (Derogatory) - (DSMP, 724 words) Wilbur-centric. Basically, Phil forces Wilbur to do chores while staying in the cabin. Wilbur pouts about it.

Anything You Can Do - (DSMP, 1,581 words) Techno-centric. Emduo enemies to friends!!!! Modern/real world au, they just cause problems at all times.

Wilbur Gets Tommy-ified - (DSMP, 790 words) Wilbur-centric. Crimeboys + benchtrio! Tommy teaches his friends and brother how to crochet, Wilbur retaliates with an old hobby of his own.

Chances, Chances - (DSMP, 1,875 words) Quackity-centric. Tntduo college au, they're exes but Wilbur gets drunk at a party and Quackity has to drive him home. Tommy is an instigator.

God Fucking Fuck You - (DSMP, 2,201 words) Wilbur-centric. Tntduo preening fic. Wilbur notices that Quackity's wings seem to be bothering, and decides to do something about that. Featuring an author's note that rambles extensively about avian anatomy.

Home Is... - (DSMP, 1,329 words) Tubbo-centric. Benchtrio being soft in Snowchester with Michael. Food is a love language and maybe the tiniest bit symbolic.

A Family, Begrudgingly - (DSMP, 1,903 words) Techno-centric. Soft, fluffy, SBI game night. That's all :]

World of Discovery - (DSMP, 3,318 words) Tommy-centric. Superhero AU, specifically a vigilante Tommy AU, written by someone who doesn't really like superhero AUs. For SBI Bingo

Tasting Salt From The Sea - (DSMP, 2,188 words) Phil-centric. Selkie!Kristin AU. Just a lighthearted little fic about Kristin getting to see her family again.

Smelling The Roses - (DSMP, 1,294 words) Ranboo-centric. Ranboo, Tubbo, and Michael have a picnic, and read together! Pure, tooth-rotting fluff

But Still, You're the Same - (DSMP/Origins SMP, 1,666 words) Sneegsnag-centric. Sneeg dimension-hops to DSMP, and interacts with some of the familiar yet not-so-familiar members of this new server.

My Fingertips Are Frozen (But My Heart is Still Warm) - (Origins SMP, 2,118 words) Tommy-centric. It's really just a snow fight and then cuddles. Found family fluff, my beloved.

Glass Memories (I Look Through and Shatter) - (QSMP, 1,529 words) Wilbur-centric. Hurt/comfort with Tallulah, who has a nightmare where her dad is scary and different. Wilbur kind of remembers this, which is very weird for him.

Finding You Again - (QSMP, 3,593 words) Techno-centric. Technoblade arrives at Quesadilla Island and gets to meet Chayanne, Missa, and Tallulah! Mostly just fluff really

My Voice Is Lost, Can't You Hear Me? - (QSMP, 1,572 words) Tallulah-centric. Set during the second egg event stream, when the children were all in the attic while their parents introduced themselves downstairs. Hurt with a little bit of comfort.

Certainly A Phantom - (QSMP, 1,369 words) Cellbit-centric. An awkward, stilted meeting between Cellbit and Wilbur. It works out, kind of.

Multifacted - (QSMP, 8,729 words) Slimecicle-centric. Slimeriana professor AU, featuring lots of bickering and adorable Juana. There is also some wonderful art!!!

Iridescent - (SMPEarth, 1,197 words) Techno-centric. It's basically just emduo fluff, idk what to tell you. Techno is Netherborn, he's cold. Cuddling is the solution (in my head it's set in the same universe as Coruscant, but they arent actually connected in any way lmao).

Catch These Z's - (SMPEarth, 1,069 words) Techno-centric. Again, it's basically just emduo fluff. Techno is tired, and Phil doesn't like that (again, set in the Coruscant/Iridescent universe in my mind. They are not essential reads, though).

Birds of the Same Feather - (D20 - A Court of Fey and Flowers, 538 words) Grandfather-centric crackfic. You remember that scene where the cousins give Grandfather a love potion and also a drug mask? Yeah this is that scene, but he falls for Grabalba and I use an excessive amount of bird puns.

Rebirth - (D20 - Neverafter, 1,322 words) Ylfa-centric. She gets to have a nice little conversation with Death as she gets older.

Ebony Apples - (D20 - A Court of Fey and Flowers, 2,282 words)

Translations:

One Macchiat-Oh (Русский перевод) by @niannyannyan

Mi voz está perdida, ¿no me puedes oír? (Traducción Española) by Anonymous

Art (inspired by my works!):

Multifaceted Art by amixofpersonalities

Multifaceted Art by patorucho

[withonly-sweetheart]

omg omg FINALLY GOT AROUND TO FR READING THIS... ali if u see this (not very likely) im sorry i swear it slipped from my mind until I STALKD UR BLOG... AGAIN... i swear i do this to all my mutuals.

spoilersw + MY STUPID thoughts below the cut!!

In writing, he was bold, resolute; You humble, bashful. Although unprepared were you to receive such encounters, the interest could not be rendered absent, instead laced with innocent and eager customs of sentiment.

stop why do i feel like im watching a play!!! i made a connection: ali's writing = play scripts (future drama script writers... lookie here) BUT the personalities seem switched in a way?? or am i stupid because referring back to the first part it seems like they're somewhat switched in the sense that the reader was the one that was like a curious cat and leon was the dog that was slowly warming up (please ignore my horrible use of metaphors i cant talk at the moment) so seeing that in writing he expresses himself!! go boy!! so proud <3

If you have a Heart not too deeply engaged, I should think myself in the highest honour for inspiring it with some tenderness.

ok im sorry i had to point out. capitalization is usually used when it's made for importance, right? to signify respect, reverence, to show that the subject is important. so for leon to write heart with a capital h just shows HOW MUCH he values reader FUCK the subtle details have me TWEAKINGGGGGG

How many had he been ordered to kill, had their blood staining his armour, and yet he is to believe that a lady like you should voluntarily incur for his turmoil. That is the thought which tortures him above all others; if you were to understand the true nature of his profession, there would be no sweetly spoken words that may comfort your confusion. 

your characterization is ALWAYS so on point?? like honestly i can see leon just peeking through this even though its an au, like knight leon is STILL leon, not a point of OOC interrupting his true character.

“Sir Kennedy,” you said, gaze fixed on the trodden patch of grass under his feet formed in his concerned treading,  “A new hobby in landscaping, I presume?” “My lady,” said he, unable to suppress his smile, “You know what they say about idle hands.”

their dialogue isn't forced either and honestly im just left sitting here in awe at how you manage to take his cringe one-liners and have reader reciprocate all to craft the perfect witty banter...

“And yet,” he tried, firmly fixing his head towards a field of lilacs, “I intend to court you regardless, with the eventual intention of marriage. If you would have me, that is.”

good im not putting up with this "oh dearie me im not good enough for you" bullshit leon KNOWS he could have you and ITS AMAZING TO SEE WHEN HE SHOWS THAT.

In this moment, he could not feel the ichor of blood on his palms, not a death-signalling clattering of bone in his chest, but the feeling of your hand; warm, pure, and right. 

the fact we overshadow his trauma is like kajsdklas>??>#?Q?? how?W?A?de im tweaking if you couldn't tell to have someone overshadow trauma takes A LOT OF LOVE so JAKSDJASDLJSA HIS LOVE IS NOT SLICK AT ALL WE CAN ALL SEE IT >:) also this whole sentence is written so beautifully what the flap.

His hand gently untucks yours from the crook of his elbow, holding it in front of him; a painting of Jupiter and Juno he saw once flashes through his memory, a history of devotion. 

(i def didn't have to search up jupiter n juno painting bc i totally remembered they're the roman names for hera and zeus {i forgot everything from heroes of olympus}) but GOLLY GEE the metaphor is wild because even thru everything jupiter stayed. for juno. GOSH HE IS NOT SLICK AT ALL.

“My lady, it is impossible for me to express— I hope that you will believe—” It is now his time to fluster, hands imperceptibly shaking in your hold. “Excuse me for being so entirely without words. I should bid you adieu, before I have half the mind to keep you for myself.”

simp detected! my simpdar just went off. but erm NOT HIM BEING SO FLUSTERED HE CANT SPEAK. guess you rendered him speechless, eh? <- please shut the fuck up jj.

They parted mutually inflamed; his hands did not itch for the comfort of a bottle this time, but for the warmth in which you had graced him.

RAHHH ALCOHOL ADDICTION? *BUZZER SOUND* WRONGGG X BUTTON PRESSED BUT HOT PRINCESS ADDICTION? DING DING DING DING DING <- leon's thoughts rn.

shit this ended up being way longer than i thought but I HAD SM THOUGHTS RAHAHHHHHHHHHHHHH AKSJDAKS ALI YOU'VE GOT ME HANGING FOR THE FLUFF AND EVENTUAL (?) MARRIAGE..... HOPE EVERYTHING GOES WELL!!! LOVE YOU <3333

uxoriousness/meritoriousness (2)

"la lune trop pâle / caresse l'opale / de tes yeux blasés"  — complainte de la butte. ╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝ knight!leon kennedy x fem!reader

summary:

tags: fluff, romance, fem!reader, no use of y/n, early modern century britain, knight!leon, more terrible flirting.

a/n: we're onto part two of the 18th century au!! this took me forever, regency era dialogue is so difficult. we're starting to amp up on the romance in this chapter, but there's angst coming soon >:3 please let me know what you guys think, and if you want to see more!!

part 1 | part 2 | next parts coming soon!

╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

Leon’s triumph, in consequence of your invitation, was complete. Weeks of exchanging letters between the households, intermixed with a vast deal of amorous conversation, your mutual affection had been shared freely in private. 

In writing, he was bold, resolute; You humble, bashful. Although unprepared were you to receive such encounters, the interest could not be rendered absent, instead laced with innocent and eager customs of sentiment. Despite the gallantry of his manner, his affections for you were pure, and the insecurity hidden beneath his words only strengthened your attachment. 

It took a great deal of favours to receive his letters without gaining the notice of your father, employing the servants loyal to your kindness to surreptitiously hide the papers in your desk before they were found. Fearing any consequence which could ensue from such a dangerous encounter, very little knowledge of anything of the man you shared sweet words of fondness of could be spoken aloud. 

The most recent letter was the most daring:

“If you have a Heart not too deeply engaged, I should think myself in the highest honour for inspiring it with some tenderness. I yearn to be a man of your regard, a man worthy of your time, and your title. If you think fit to be satisfied for what little I may have to offer you, resolve to meet me tomorrow, and with sufficient demonstration, I will endeavour myself worthy to prove my affection.  Till then I am yours,   Sir Kennedy”

You therefore took pen and paper, and answered his letter in terms tender enough for a man who penned such aching sentiment and yet knew so little of her. For the hesitant manner that he spoke to her last, his words were carefully composed with a grace you did not attribute him with, but the very idea of his lending designation from more eloquent sources did little to quell the burning fire of devotion. 

The words were as follows:

“From our last encounter, I imagine you to be a spirit of the highest resolve and character in which title affects little. Pray, I cannot deceive you in the objects of my hesitance, my Father will never allow such a courtship that offers little benefit to our Family, and while your affection is an Honour in which I can never sufficiently acknowledge, I shall endeavour to restrain myself in these Bounds that suppress me. Fear not, I will oblige by your summons, but our opportunity is slim.”

With no expectation of pleasure but overcome with the strongest of curiosities, Leon opened the letter, and to his still increasing wonder, perceived an envelope of your delicate handwriting and sealed in your wax crest. 

Your words, in spite of the clear consequences that these amorous follies may inflict, ignited a dear joy in Leon. Though you may have found means to end this affair, testimonies of curiosity kept you loyal to his summons, which he may yet be able to convince. He had scarce come to the conclusion, before he braved the summons, that perhaps given the comfort of designation that your family required, this mutual affection could be settled. 

It had been a few short hours since he had experienced a happiness to supreme as to efface all impressions of the past that it permitted him not to believe it possible that he could ever again taste of misery; he, who had been the talisman of death itself. How many had he been ordered to kill, had their blood staining his armour, and yet he is to believe that a lady like you should voluntarily incur for his turmoil. That is the thought which tortures him above all others; if you were to understand the true nature of his profession, there would be no sweetly spoken words that may comfort your confusion. 

Even if he could brave himself to ask you in marriage, his lifestyle may be enough cause to render him nothing. 

It was these disturbances that kept him pacing alongside the edge of the garden, and in the period of your absence, he passed various conjectures regarding his duplicity. Leon still inclined to belief honesty in all manners, but his anxiety was decidedly against this opinion. 

This idea was soon banished, and his spirits were very differently affected, when, to his utter amazement, he saw you walk up to him. Your chaperone followed closely behind, a mere few paces away. 

“Sir Kennedy,” you said, gaze fixed on the trodden patch of grass under his feet formed in his concerned treading,  “A new hobby in landscaping, I presume?”

“My lady,” said he, unable to suppress his smile, “You know what they say about idle hands.”

You quietly answered “undoubtedly;” and, after an awkward pause, took the arm that he had outstretched to you. In relishing the warmth of his figure beside you, your feelings were yet acutely more painful and more difficult in definition. 

“I am glad you came,” he admitted softly, and laid a gentle hand overtop yours.

“I am too,” you replied hesitantly, with your mind most busy and carrying the wonderful velocity of thought. It was difficult to ignore the discernable honesty in his words, underlined with an agitation that so closely mirrored your own. With all the glow of their attendant happiness, very little is known of Leon amongst the general populace, and his reputation is unusually absent in the circles of gossipmongers. Either he lived quite a sedentary life, or he kept many secrets close to his chest. 

You can nearly imagine the look your father would have given you at the news— a frown; a look; a shake of the head; a word or two of assent; or simple disapprobation. 

From the courtyard, Leon led you round the meadows, refraining from scandalous touch and merely basking in your presence and the warmth of your hand.  It was a secret satisfaction, equally a duty to chivalry and a selfishness of pleasure. 

“I am aware that your family requires a certain level of station in your suitors,” he said, with the slightest degree of hesitance, yet compressed with all of his honesty in a slight squeeze of your hand. “I am doubly aware my experience is not significant in number, and I am not the Lord that your father would like me to be-”

“And yet?” was the abrupt answer, which denoted just the slightest of hope on your behalf. 

“And yet,” he tried, firmly fixing his head towards a field of lilacs, “I intend to court you regardless, with the eventual intention of marriage. If you would have me, that is.”

It was always made known that a single man in possession of fortune and estate must be in want of a wife, this has been known to you since the first encounter, and yet the sound of the words being spoken aloud solidified the feeling into something material. Seldom, very seldom, did you impute someone a more sensitive heart than you possessed, and had become acquainted with the often severe manner of courting accepted in your station, so Leon’s reserved demeanour was astounding. 

He looked at you, with the very vulnerability and eagerness that you had secretly felt. 

“I cannot promise marriage, for even if I desperately wanted to say yes, ultimately it is up to my father.” 

A slight twitch in his eyebrow signified his disappointment, but he remained silent, awaiting an opening to soothe or counsel you, to be sure. 

“I urge you to give attention to my caution,” you continued, “but if my father could be convinced-”

“Yet you will consider?” 

For a moment or two nothing was said, as you attempted to collect the enthusiasm that sprouted in your ribs, till you found your arm drawn tighter in his, and your hand pressed against his heart. Thus saying, in a tone of great sensibility, Leon speaking low,

“My lady,” he soon resumed; “I may not be the man or the poet that could ease your conscious with the right words; the right phrases; the right everything. But if you would permit me the chance to try, I will prove I could be a good man.”

In this moment, he could not feel the ichor of blood on his palms, not a death-signalling clattering of bone in his chest, but the feeling of your hand; warm, pure, and right. 

And what totally different feelings did his sudden confession inspire in you, an exquisite flutter of happiness that offered such respite from all worries of station. 

“I never saw a more promising inclination,” you said, allowing the warmth of his chest to warm your hand, feeling a heart that beat ever so slightly faster, “I will speak to my father.”

“That is all I ask,” said he, “I will ensure he understands my feelings, and have you return them, if you can. At present, I ask only to hear, once to hear your voice.”

The rest of the evening was spent chiefly in talking over your lives, the intimate details in which you shared so little with anyone before. These few hours had been given to each other in a precious certainty of being beloved, and it felt as no time at all had past before your chaperone subtly signaled for your departure. 

“You mentioned no profession, I have observed,” you said, a shadow of doubt creeping on your consciousness. His avoidance had been a palpable display, repeated on every possible occasion in which you cleverly diverted the topic towards his personal life. 

Leon heaved a deep sigh, and spoke low; “I did not.”

“Why, sir,” you started, subduing the feelings that his clear avoidance had so deeply aroused, “must you insist on this secrecy? Shall this dishonesty be the crux of our affection?”

Leon, meanwhile, mute and grave, was watchful of all that passed; he observed each aristocratic passersby, for he could not imitate the noble fortitude that they carried so comfortably. He is an outsider to a society which would never accept him, regardless of title and regardless of his soulful nobility. “I think you misunderstand. You bear no blame for this.”

Still agitated by various considerations, you continued, “You still avoid the question I posed.”

“I cannot say. They will not permit me.” Said he, in an accent of deep mortification, and not another syllable followed. 

“Of whom do you speak?”

Leon gave you a significant look, and added, “If I could, I would provide you with greater comfort. I mean no treachery, but any further particulars will lead to dangerous conjectures. I wish that not on you, so I cannot say what I am.”

His hand gently untucks yours from the crook of his elbow, holding it in front of him; a painting of Jupiter and Juno he saw once flashes through his memory, a history of devotion. 

“I can only ask you to trust me,” said he, “Place your trust that I will speak true to your father, that I will provide a good life, and in this. You and I shall not want in opportunities. With time, and with right circumstance, you will know. I swear it.”

After a pause, you added, as you let your thumb brush upon the warmth of his hand, “To you, sir, I commit my earnest trust.”

“As I trust in you,” he answered, raising your hand to press his lips upon your knuckles. “To allow me this confidence.”

To your tender approach to his melancholy suggestion, Leon had felt only an earnest wish to witness the certainty of you being protected, of you allowed every happiness he could give you, even if they were short in number. He is not a good man, but he could be; he wanted to be. He had to trust you in these secret desires. 

“If everybody had your forbearance and good nature,” you started, lightly colouring at his touch. How marvellous, he thought, how a man like him could make a woman like you grin so sweetly. “How simple the sanctity of marriage would be.”

“My lady, it is impossible for me to express— I hope that you will believe—” It is now his time to fluster, hands imperceptibly shaking in your hold. “Excuse me for being so entirely without words. I should bid you adieu, before I have half the mind to keep you for myself.”

You looked at him through your surprise, with a smile so meek, so affectionate, so timid, yet so confiding, as expressed all the mingled emotions of your heart and appealed more eloquently to his, than the most eloquent language could have done. 

“Goodbye, Sir Kennedy.” You said, finally allowing for your hand to sever from his. “I will write.”

“Goodbye, my Lady.” said he, with a smile equal parts heartbroken and elated. “I will wait.”

They parted mutually inflamed; his hands did not itch for the comfort of a bottle this time, but for the warmth in which you had graced him.

[rafecameronssl4t]

Forced marriage au req… how did they get pregnant? Was it hate sex? Awkward? Vulnerable? Rough? ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

Addressing this since SO SO many of yous have asked abt this and firstly I wanna say I won’t be writing smut simply because I am horrible at it 😭😭😭 BUT I do wanna talk about it!! Reader and Rafe do have sexual chemistry don’t get me wrong, they are for sure attracted to each other!!! 95% of the time when they are arguing, it leads to sex. Rough, angry, raw typa sex for sure, their ego still gets in the way so they do fight for dominance but it’s usually always Rafe who wins. I’d say they have sex just a bit over the normal amount of time that people who willingly are in a marriage just because when they get into a heated argument they both get turned on by one another. Reader would be pregnant just abit over 2 months into their marriage especially since readers parents high key pressure them into having children so quickly.

[whatsnewalycat]

Happy New Year! Here's some q's for the fic writing ask:

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

🥳 How are you going to celebrate when you achieve one of your writing goals?

Thank you in advance!

Thank you for asking 🥰✨

💖 What is your primary writing goal for this year?

Finishing Psychomanteum and maybe possibly seeing if I can turn it into a novel 🙈

Secondary goals: get on a consistent writing schedule, finish designated person, have more time for fun side quest projects like mini-series or one-shots

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

FORCED MARRIAGE ROYALTY AU!!!! I have an outline (of course I do) for a Javier Peña one and I am chomping at the bit to write it.

🥳 How are you going to celebrate when you achieve one of your writing goals?

I think if I turn Psychomanteum into a novel I’ll get a chartreuse robe tattoo 🥰 everything else I’ll probably just scream and cry at y’all and my irl loved ones about it.

[iwas-baby]

wicked crown ♛

—sakusa kiyoomi x reader

genre: dark royalty au, drama

about: forced into an unwanted marriage, the prince and now princess must overcome their quarrels as there are bigger threats on the rise.

cw: nothing really, angsty if you squint, borderline right person wrong time (for atsumu)

a/n: wow, we’ve come to the end of another series and i have to say thank you to everyone who followed along! i hope this ending is to your liking! i’ve decided to open a q+a for this series along with my other one: broken pieces. feel free to ask questions or just generally thoughts! (p.s there will most likely be an extended version on my ao3 which is linked in my navigation)

previous < masterlist

x. happily ever after

“After dinner,” you stated, hoping to get more time to finally make a decision. This wasn’t a fairytale, you had two hearts in your hand and that was excluding your own. Because you knew Kiyoomi would do anything to prove himself and despite coming off as unbothered, you knew if you left Atsumu again, he’d be crushed.

“Very well,” Kiyoomi said, nodding and the servants began to lead you and him to the dining room. You’d ordered the servants to put out the nicest table clothes and to collect flowers for display. Atsumu and Maeve trailed behind you, also invited to dinner as per your request.

You thought of making small talk but as you stared over at the king’s stern expression, you figured it would be best to stay silent, perhaps letting Atsumu or Maeve start a conversation. Kiyoomi sat across from you at the other end of the table while the two servants sat on the opposite side, observing the large spread that was fit for royalty.

“Thank you for welcoming me into your home, Y/n,” Kiyoomi spoke up, still not meeting your gaze, “it’s quite lovely.” He complimented. You thanked him, and invited the three of them to begin eating.

As the four of you ate, you couldn’t help but feel yourself getting antsy, needing to at least talk to him, crossing your fingers that something he might say could possibly sway your choice.

“How are things in the capitol, Your Royal Majesty?” Maeve asked, reading your body language quickly. She took a sip from her wine at the same time, watching Kiyoomi finish chewing his food before he replied.

“Tensions have settled, Prince Wakatoshi and I have rewritten a few treaties and the conscription has been withdrawn.” He stirred around the vegetables on his plate, quickly looking at you for the first time, “a war was avoided because of Y/n, and I can’t thank her enough for that. The people in Itachiyama will be forever grateful.”

“Of course,” you softly smiled, your mind flashing back to your last days in the palace. He promised you that as long as you were his wife, he’d protect you and take care of you. It was all you could truly want and even if you felt that Atsumu could do his best to love you, could he take care of you?

He was familiar, he was safe, he was the reassurance you needed when your life was falling to shambles. Kiyoomi though, was something new, something that needed to be grown, like seeds in the ground. It would take work to mend the broken patches and to heal, but it would be worth it in hopes of a flower blooming.

The rest of the dinner was eaten in silence, along with you stealing glances from both Atsumu and the king.

“Y/n, are you ready to sign the papers?” Kiyoomi questioned, dabbing his lips with a napkin.

You could feel your breathing speeding up, trying to calm your heartbeat, hearing it ringing in your ears. “Yes, Maeve please show him to my father’s studies, I’ll be there in just a moment.”

The redhead nodded, rising from her chair and beckoning her old employer to follow her. In doing so, it left you in the room with Atsumu, who was staring at you lovingly and understandingly.

“Have you decided?” There was a small crack in his voice that neither of you wanted to acknowledge. You shook your head, lifting yourself out of your seat and repositioning yourself on his lap. Instinctively, he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“I still have no clue,” you sighed, putting your own arms around his neck. “I love you, Atsumu, no matter what, I never want you to forget that. Surely you’ll find a way to love again, you have everything to offer.”

You pressed a kiss against his forehead, and you could feel him let out a breath he’d been holding. Atsumu didn’t reply, holding onto you for a moment longer before loosening his grasp and allowing you to slip free.

He gave you one last nod, letting you walk away, your head held high. You once again had no idea what you were going to say to Kiyoomi but all you could do was walk. Approaching your father’s study, your hand on the door knob, you let in a large breath before stepping through the threshold.

You pictured a face of disgust at the thought of telling him you didn’t want to divorce, that he’d curse you out for putting him through such a hassle. You could also see yourself holding your breath, writing your name in ink and solidifying the separation between the two of you. How Kiyoomi would regard your every move, itching to get back to his throne room.

Nonetheless, it was in your hands and it would start with opening the door.

Kiyoomi was sitting there, waiting, quickly turning his head to see you walk in. You knew he wasn’t there long but nonetheless apologized for the wait. As you sat in your father’s old chair, your soon to be ex-husband laid out the scroll, showing where you needed to sign it.

“I thought it would be wise to tell you we’ve uprooted all the Devil’s Breath from the palace walls,” Kiyoomi said, clearing his throat. The king was either making small talk, or he was trying to delay the inevitable.

“Very well,” you smiled knowing that no one else would be in a similar position as yourself. “I’ve heard rumors that Prince Wakatoshi is engaged, is this true?”

You also disliked small talk, still finding yourself asking questions. Perhaps you too, were subconsciously avoiding having to sign the paper.

“Yes, it is.” Kiyoomi leaned back in his seat a bit, crossing his fingers and sitting comfortably. “The wedding is due five months from now.”

“And who’s the lucky lady?” You hummed, staring back and forth between the king and the bottle of ink. The black substance seemed to be teasing you, ‘stop horsing around, you have business to do.’

“I believe it’s to a noble woman from Fukurodani, they’re establishing an alliance with the marriage,” he explained.

“I see,” your voice trailed off, “and you? Do you plan on taking another bride after today?”

It was courageous of you to ask but something inside you needed to know. Was Kiyoomi going to remarry someone more courteous? He and the Queen of Karasuno seemed to get along, you shouldn’t have been thinking of such things, for Heaven’s sake you were supposed to be divorcing him!

Yet, watching him press his lips together, staring into the space behind you, deep in thought, you had to know. The king took a deep breath, opening his mouth, leaving you at the edge of your seat in anticipation.

“I have time before I remarry, I suppose.” You hadn’t realized how hard your heart was beating until then, slumping back in your seat. It wasn’t the answer you were looking for in your brain, but in your heart it was more than adequate.

You stayed in silence, thinking that the royal would ask you if you planned on taking another husband but he remained hushed, gulping as you saw his Adam’s apple sink and rise.

“Well, we’ve delayed it this long.” You eyed the bottle of ink, sitting yourself upright and looking away from Kiyoomi. You didn’t want to sign it, that was the decision you had finally made, you could sign him out of your life forever. You were just scared that it would be too late to stop what was already in motion.

With a feathered pen in your hand, you stare down at the blank space that was meant for your name. Your fingers trembled, glancing back up at Kiyoomi who shared the same borderline fretful look.

“I’m sure this was expected of us,” you tried to joke, putting the pen down for a moment, trying to get whatever was on your mind, off so you wouldn’t live with any regret. “I’ve said a lot of cruel things to you, Kiyoomi.”

“And I to you,” he replied back with quickly, “my actions have been wicked and unjustified. Our marriage lacked the proper foundations of a relationship to begin with.”

You nodded, hearing his tone, reading his body language. He’d responded almost too quickly, his eyebrows creasing together and his voice seemed strained. You put away the pen, staring at him, biting your tongue until you could finally manage to speak up.

“What if we rebuilt those foundations?” You asked, “a fresh start, without the fighting, without the hatred.”

His eyes widened, watching you carefully. Sure, Atsumu had pushed you into this position, but you knew that at the end of the day the decision was yours.

“What if I’m not worthy of a second chance?” He placed his hand against the desk, the tips of his fingers brushing with yours. You could see the weariness in his eyes, the need for you to say something as you drew out the silence.

“I suppose that’s up to me to decide,” you said, tilting your head in the slightest. “And I’ve decided that perhaps, under these new circumstances, we can get along and that we can grow to love each other once more.”

“Once more?” King Kiyoomi’s head quirked up.

“At the start, I hated the idea of you–unknowingly forced into a marriage with a stranger, let alone a prince. The thought of giving up my way of life swayed my actions towards you. There were moments where I loved you, but wouldn’t admit it. Yet there were times I I couldn’t love you at all but I knew you weren’t in your right mind.” You paused, thinking about what you wanted to say, “what I mean is that there were times I felt helpless, without any control but now I have the power to choose.”

“Does this mean you can forgive me for all that I’ve done to you?” He questions with a soft tone. You nodded.

“It does,” you answered, voice low and hushed. There was a faint smile pushing on Kiyoomi’s lips, laying his hand over yours.

“I promise, I won’t let you forget how much I’m sorry for my actions.” His smile transferred quickly to you.

“There is no need,” you mentioned, taking the divorce scroll into your hand and standing up alongside Kiyoomi.

You let out a light chuckle, “I don’t suppose any of the books in the palace library have any fairy tales that end like this, do they?”

“I suppose they don’t.” For the first time in a long time, you and Kiyoomi shared a laugh together as he watched you rip the paper into pieces, letting them fall onto the ground like snow.

Kiyoomi moved around the desk, cupping your cheek and before bringing you in for a kiss, he said to you: “I won’t stop cherishing you, I swear it.”

When he smashed his lips against yours, it mirrored the kiss on your wedding day, or at least what it should’ve felt like. It was as if someone had lit a spark, setting off cannonballs, or like lanterns had started to be let off to fill the night sky. You felt a hungry fire burn from within you, reaching your hands up to cling to him as your lips pressed together.

You moaned into his mouth, feeling his tongue against yours and it was then that you figured out what Atsumu was telling you about earlier. He was your equal and you could sense it in the way you both pushed against each other, as if to challenge one another. Kiyoomi would be someone to push you to be the best, he was growth, he was change. He represented the unfamiliar and the fear that came with the unknown. You loved him, you knew that and with every day, you would come to love him more than the last.

taglist [closed]: @haikyutiehoe @momochimo @luna-mothii @omi-kunslysol @batireads @taelia15 @soranihimawari @rintarovibes @amarinthe @noblesavagex @tirzamisu @wolffmaiden @erishium @natkookiecat @hello0i @themuzelistener @whie-000 @namyari @sleezy-axeriix @eadyladlegard @kiyuswrld @iwaizumiee @si-m-p @hamcultivator

© all work belongs to iwas-baby on tumblr, please do not plagiarize, repost or translate anywhere

[ask-whitepearl-and-steven]

This has become a mess to to avoid replying to several people with wildly opposing views, I’ll just knock it all out in one post.

Q: Are the cool kids polyamorous?

Yes, the Cool Kids are poly. They are all dating. I confirmed it in text.

Q: Why?

Because polyamorous people exist? Because they could be, and I liked the idea of their dynamic being more than just friends? Because it’s my AU? Pick one.

Q: Polygamy is wrong. 

If that’s what you think, I am happy to assure you that monogamy and monogamous marriage is still the norm, and no one will force you to get married to more than one person. 

Q: Poly relationships rarely work out. I know this, because I have seen many poly relationships that have not worked. 

Awesome. I’ve seen many straight, monogamous relationships that have not worked. In fact, I am struggling to name a straight, cis relationship in my life that is healthy on my one hand. Does this mean people shouldn’t write about them?

Relationships between people are often complex enough as is. If three people or more want to date/live together and get married, i think that’s reasonable. It’s none of my business whether or not specific relationships work out. I’m not out here crunching the numbers before I write a storyline.

Lastly: 

No one asked what YOU think of these relationships. They are not personally hurting you. Get off the soap-box. Go have a happily monogamous life. Me writing some characters as poly is not going to stop you from doing that.

And STOP sending me creepy sexual asks.

The Cool Kids are TEENS. They are DATING. Whatever else you may assume, know that it is a reflection on what kind of person YOU are. 

[anonymous-dentist]

do u have any fic recs? im so starving

Yep! Fair warning, though, most of (if not all of) these are gonna be karlnapity because I'm one of the few that goes through the tag on a regular basis.

Under the read more for length's sake.

¿tu idioma o el mío? (your language or mine?) Basically, Quackity realizes that neither Karl nor Sapnap speak Spanish and realizes, wow, he can tease them all he wants and they won't know a thing. But, whoops, maybe his joke proposals aren't jokes after all. I really like this one! Idk why. I have a soft spot for fluff for fluff's sake. Let's Just Call It Commonlaw Karl, Sapnap, and Quackity are three very drunk roommates who accidentally get married through a commonlaw marriage and forget about it entirely. Only problem when they find out it's legit is that Karl is in love with his roommates, and that Sapnap and Quackity aren't in love with him. Right? Anyway, this one's written by my number one fan and I'm this fic's number one fan. The legal aspects might not be all there, but I'm a historian, not a lawyer. It's sweet and cute. Enough said. Oh, Sinners Come Down Wilbur-centric. After the Antarctic Empire conquered the existing empire, the homeless population is in shambles, including one Wilbur Soot and his house full of tiny nuisances. And then some asshole named Technoblade shows up and says that the Empire is going to build a homeless shelter. Again, idk why I like this one so much, especially considering my distaste for c!sbi, but it honestly comes off as more of a semi-dsmp semi-smp earth type of deal. When The Sunlight Dies Runaway Prince George and his emotionally-devastated knight, Sapnap, are on their way out of the kingdom when they run into local shmucks, Karl and Quackity. Add in the weird god dude doing the worst job at trying to 'force' George through a corruption arc, and it's a legit good time. Look, I may dislike this fic personally, but this is an objective list. There's a reason everyone and their mother recommends this one. It's just good. Just ignore the random bits of infodumping, but that's all in the second half of the fic. (Note: I do not recommend the very unneeded and overly-long final chapter or the sequel fic. At all. Save yourself the trouble and go outside instead.) tuck me in your covers, bring the colour back into my face Quackity definitely is absolutely alright. Don't even worry about him. Except he is kinda super traumatized and really doesn't wanna think about that. This is another one that's usually recommended, and I think it's pretty unique in that, unlike a lot of other fics in the 'genre', this fic doesn't present Quackity's PTSD as a weakness. I Out of the Woods Three idiots on one couch what problems can happen??? Gasp, a romcom!? Anyway, Karlnap are an established couple, and Quackity shows up and confuses both of them by being the most attractive man in the universe. Idk, I don't normally like college fics, but this one was nice. It's simple. Chill as hell. We Must Have Good Pitch, ‘Cause Baby, You and Me are So In Tune! Band au with bonus dnf. Look, everything Quid touches is just. It's good! I don't even like band aus! Geodes in the Gravel Immortal biographer and immortal shapeshifter menace decide to try and court freshly-immortal former vampire hunter-turned-vampire. Awkwardness and sweetness ensues. Technically this is part of a series by an author I don't really like, but it's perfectly readable on its own. Bad Blood Bad invites Karl and Quackity over to talk about their relationship with Sapnap. It's cute, and it's mostly just our two idiots having crisis after crisis during this conversation as Bad sits there pleasantly having a very good time. It's Not Like You Ever Tried To Stay Sapnap went to the Red Banquet. I think they should hug :( A Leap of Faith Tommy goes to Quackity to learn how to fly, and Quackity is the best big brother material anyone could ask for. Look, Q is better big brother than Wil could ever be. Enough said.

[blondiest]

I posted 1,976 times in 2022

That's 1,976 more posts than 2021!

216 posts created (11%)

1,760 posts reblogged (89%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@mufbat880

@spaceguylewis

@rogueimperator

@jennathearcher

@quietmage

I tagged 1,417 of my posts in 2022

Only 28% of my posts had no tags

#q - 700 posts

#txt - 323 posts

#hellcheer - 161 posts

#gifs - 128 posts

#st - 103 posts

#save - 85 posts

#eddsy - 73 posts

#art - 70 posts

#fanart - 65 posts

#photos - 59 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like you can't expect me to believe laplace had the fucking time to figure that shit out while also cooking and doing laundry. he had help.

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

good morning everyone, just need to announce that in a modern AU, eddie would show this tweet to chrissy while they were high and say something like "babe this is us" and her eyes would get really wide and she'd start happy-crying

92 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#4

voted most likely to run away with you

mood board by @itsvickytoria

summary: Eddie is a rebel to the core, but sometimes he knows it’s smart to shut the fuck up and do what he’s told. It’s a rare occurrence that he actually wants to follow orders, though if he really thinks about it, there probably aren’t that many demands Chrissy could make of him that he wouldn’t just go along with. He supposes that’s how they got into this whole situation in the first place.

-

or: Chrissy survives a strange, terrifying encounter, or possession— or something— by the grace of an impulse choice on Eddie's part to flip on the radio, and Wayne Munson's love of the easy listening station. She and Eddie then embark on a road trip, running away from Hawkins and the mysterious, frightening force that almost took her life.

—

tags: road trip, runaway, fake marriage, diners, motels, one bed, slow(ish) burn, mutual pining, polaroids

rating: M

warnings: no archive warnings apply (cw for discussion of disordered eating and recreational drug use)

chapters: 6/18

words: 18,502

92 notes - Posted July 20, 2022

#3

btw how many of y'all hellcheers are either bisexual or ADHD bc by my count it's a fuckin lot of us

130 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

#2

this is literally eddie and chrissy

299 notes - Posted August 22, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

commission by SquishieLychee on Twitter showing the "no bummers" polaroid picture from chapter 5 of voted most likely to run away with you

787 notes - Posted August 25, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →