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amethystaurawriting · 1 year ago

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The Best Books for Dystopia Lovers Coming in 2024

Are you a science fiction and dystopia fan looking for your newest read? Well, the new year is approaching, and it promises a stack load of books for your library!

As another year comes to an end and we move into 2024, our obsession with dystopian universes and stories is still very prevalent. The whole world is still reeling in the aftermath of our own apocalyptic pandemic, and yet, the genre of dystopian fiction is still massive and making waves in the reading world, impacting young and old alike.

So, here are the top 5 dystopian fiction books coming out in 2024 that you should definitely read!

Iron Crow by Kim Petersen

In a post-apocalyptic Seattle, the city has split into two factions, the ruling class of Crows who flourish in the Space Needle, now known as the Nest, and the Hydrans who exist on the city floor, diving to scavenge Lake Union for scrap metal to survive. Amongst the wreckage of old ships and structures sitting underneath the water, the protagonist of this novel, Rayna, dives to make money for her share of food.

She leads the same life as every other Hydran, until she sees something she’s not meant to in the Crows Nest, and suddenly secrets are revealed that have profound consequences.

For everyone…

Release Date: 9 January 2024

Perfect for fans of series like the Hunger Games and Divergent. And for those who love to binge read their book series, fear not, as the sequel will be right around the corner a month later!

Earthflown by Frances Wren

With England’s water supply controlled by a massive pharmaceutical company, this novel brings together three quite different people with lives containing different fates and different dreams, but as Ethan saves the life of Corinna Arden, the heiress of the company controlling England’s water, he ties himself further with her twin brother.

Javier Arden has been sending him flowers at work, and he’s a beautiful man, so what if he’s been stalking Ethan? A little harmless romance wouldn’t hurt him, unless his roommate Oliver has something to say about the rich guy on his couch.

Until he finds himself caught up in a murder conspiracy and a dangerous plot for a lucrative reconstruction tender that will change England’s landscape and control of the water supply forever.

Release Date: March 2024

This is one for the graphic novel lovers, fully illustrated and beautifully designed to bring you the best reading experience in SFF this year.

Scorpio by Marko Kloos

From the author of the bestselling Frontlines and Palladium Wars series comes a new novel, depicting the story of a woman working as a dog handler amidst an alien invasion. In one of the few human colonies left, buried underground in a shelter that only survives with the toil and effort of the dregs of humanity to keep it standing.

The entire human species hides from the Lankies, the monstrous species that chose to invade Earth, and after a salvage mission goes wrong for Alex Archer and her band of last humans, whatever was hiding their existence stops working, and Alex is plunged into a new battle for survival as the Lankies come to kill her off.

With the help of her black shepherd dog, Ash, trained to sense threats, can Alex work with her fellow humans to fight their invading species and save what remains of the planet?

Release date: 1 January 2024

This one is for those who enjoy a good, traditional invasion story with the protagonist being one of the last humans alive. Dangerous aliens, a species on the brink of total destruction, and a cute dog. What more could you ask for?

The Mercy of Gods by James S.A. Corey

From the mind that created the Expanse, now a major science fiction television series, comes a brand-new space opera with high stakes and what appears to be an unbeatable enemy.

Dafyd Alkhor is the assistant to one of the most intelligent scientists on Anjiin, planet of the human race, and he loves his job, as simple as it is. Right up until he doesn’t.

The Carryx, a race hellbent on committing genocide throughout the galaxy and becoming the one true rulers of the universe, descend upon Anjiin one day. They destroy most of the human population and capture the ones life behind, throwing them into a game of survival against another race.

Simply for the fun of watching two species fight to survive extinction.

Now Dayfd, along with the other captives of his race, must work to understand and manipulate the Carryx if they want to get out of the game alive.

Release date: 6 August 2024

Perfect for fans of space operas like Children of Time by Adrian Tchaikovsky and the Foundation series by Isaac Asimov, this new novel will have your mind reeling with excitement and thrilling adventures as Dafyd fights to survive the game of death and genocide…

#books #literature #dystopia #dystopian fiction #best books

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pyropsychiccollector · 7 months ago

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Do you have any interest in Pokemon? Not because I want to nerd out about it specifically, but because... let's just say, I've been rather inspired after reading your Raincode stuff, and watching some Pokemon animations online. (人◕ω◕)

Still have to determine if this is merely a temporary spark, or a true desire to write out what I have in mind, however~ (人◕ω◕)

You know, it's strange. For all I talk about Sayaka being the "source" of so many muses and subsequent harem ships these days... My true, honest beginnings - my first forays into discovering and reading fanfiction in general lies in...

Ash x Misty. n___n I must've discovered fanfiction.net myself back in, ooh... 2004? That feels so long ago. I'm old. XD Had no interest in writing back then, I was just thirsty for a ship that canon kept mercilessly teasing me with. No other anime I liked had me so invested in a ship. I suppose Digimon eventually hit me with Takato x Rika, and Takuya x Zoe, but Ash x Misty was definitely my origin point for anything fanfiction. That was the first time I ever Googled "Ash x Misty stories" or anything of that ilk. Seeing so many stories on ffnet made me proud to be a shipper for them. lol

Granted, I was a kid. And the quality of fanfics was as varied as it is these days. But back then I didn't care so much if some stories were cheesy. I remember coming across aged up Ash and Misty scenarios, a more adult and nefarious Team Rocket terrorizing them, Ash as the Kanto Champion and TR trying to get to him by assaulting/kidnapping Misty.... That was one of the better written fanfics I read back in the day.

That all said, am I still a Pokeshipper these days? Ash x Misty, sure. And shinobisage09 made a Ash harem card a while back...

In terms of my tastes? Ash x Misty is my highest priority. Ash x Serena is alright, I just haven't watched the XY anime to grow attached to that ship, while the original Pokemon anime was my childhood. XD Ash x May is okay, very neutral to that one... Ash x Melody is fun. She was only in the 2000 movie, but man she left an impression~ Melody is probably the reason I enjoy Natsumi Kuzuryu so much. Or rather, girls like them - spunky, tough girls that have tender sides they don't like showing. Ash x Anabel is fun, too, from what I remember of the Battle Frontier anime... Ash x Dawn is okay, like May I'm pretty neutral about it. And then the grass girl there... I haven't watched the Sun and Moon anime either, so I dunno what that ship - or rather, how the girl thinks about Ash....

I guess to summarize, my favorite Ash ships are Misty, Melody, and Anabel. Serena to a little lesser extent. Then Dawn and May. Then anyone else, so long as it's not toxic or creepy. XD I suppose that girl from the fifth movie... Bianca, I think? Or Latias in her form...? Whichever it might be, the kiss at the end of that movie was cute, but I'm a bit unsure about dabbling in human x Pokemon.... Not sure if that's a kink of mine. It might be easier to "assume" that was the real Bianca kissing Ash, and not Latias... Even though the evidence points to the contrary. lol I'm used to burying my head in the sand~ XD

But I digress. Outside from Ash...? Uh.... Probably the only other Pokemon ship I like is Brock x Lucy (the Pike Queen). That episode in Battle Frontier was awesome. XD Beyond that, I can't think of other ships in Pokemon that I like. I haven't read the manga, so I'm neutral to any Red, Brendan, Krys, or any of their ship stuff. I do find Leaf to be cute. Claire is hilariously tsundere. Cynthia is bae~ Gardenia is cute. I love Team Magma Courtney, specifically her Omega Ruby version. She's crazy, but I like the crazy~ XD I don't necessarily ship those girls with Ash. Maybe Courtney x Brendan (Hoenn protagonist), but that's about it.

#Pokemon #Ash Ketchum #Misty #Ash x Misty #Brendan x Courtney

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remembertheplunge · 2 years ago

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6:30pm. 10/7/ 2006 At Flix. An Omaha Gay Bar Cute bar tender. Music Videos. Kind of a classic gay bar. Like the Brave Bull Bar on 9th Street in Modesto. LOUD TV. Smell of old booze and cigarettes. Ash Trays! I guess people can smoke here. No gay newspapers around. Only 2 other guys here. American Idol is on TV.

Oh my Go! The reunion was “Relative Hell! Ahhhhh!

Really bad idea.

I stayed 3 hours. Others were jumping ship left and right. When it came time for me to go, Mom said tensely “Stay longer”. Me “No”. It was leading into watching a Nebraska Football Game. Ahhhh!

So, the big line up—Cousin David.Heavy set, balding, tiny bit of grey hair. He was nice but distant. (David is 6 months older than me). I’d rather recall him at 18 than as he is now. At 18, he was handsome and in shape. I can kind of still see his younger self in his features. Hear it in the voice. But, God,the impact of on youth and beauty of time’s odd wand. He gave me a Blanche DVD which I left there! ( Our Aunt Blanche was a nurse during WWII who served in Europe. I think the DVD was about that. She was one of my mothers older sisters) I just wanted to leave. Cousin Ruth Ann was fun! Sparkly. (10 years older than me) The twin Iowa cousins were friendly and fun. Diane and Debby. (One year older than me)

Everybody there was 50 plus. 50 equaled you were a baby. Lee was 88. Ruby and Mildred, in their 80’s. (Aunts and an Uncle)

Were the cousins happy to see me? That I don’t know. They never mentioned once anything about me being gay. They never asked how Jim, my partner, was doing. I asked cousin Dave how many kids he had. David “4”. He asked not one thing about my life.

So, hold it. Hold on. Where’d this all come from anyway? This cousin’s reunion stuff? Why did I fly back to Nebraska for this? I’m leaning toward making a statement. NO

At the brunch the next day at the convalescent hospital Blanch was living in, Cousin Jim and his wife Marsha was there. Marsha was cold. Cousin Jim was horrified to learn I don’t computer, Cousin Jim “I spend all day on mine.” Cousin Marilyn “What do you do in old town Omaha last night?” Me (un said) “I do queer, gay, bohemian unmentionable things.”

Nobody gets it. I need Lew time. This is not a good time.

I thought it was interesting that Cousin Jim wanted to know “What did you do last night?”. And perhaps, even more amazing I told him , "I went to gay bars".

Cousin Jim asked “What’s a lawyer’s life really like? Is it like CSI?” Mom answered “He doesn’t watch it” I said “CSI is phony. Made up. It’s theater." I told them that I had just competed a murder jury trial back in California and that the jury was still out (they were out for 3 1/2 weeks before declaring they could not reach a verdict) Regarding the trial, I said “You are lucky that we are in deliberation and not earlier in the trial or I would have brought the autopsy pictures. I brought them to Mom’s last family party.”

Cousin Jim, when pressed by his sister Ruth Ann (both about 10 years older than me) “do you want to be cremated. He replied “I don’t care. I want to be mixed in the paint and painted on the bedroom ceiling.” They did Blanche’s will last night. How odd. Jim and I just did our wills.

Blanche was quite and peaceful (She was born in 1914). I think that she got what she wanted. Her family together. As I said to Jim on the phone later (He was at home in Modesto) “If Mom and Blanche are happy, so am I.”

End of entry

Margin notes in the journal re:above entry

10/7/06. Flix Bar Omaha “To be in a gay bar watching American Idol while the Nebraska Iowa game is on is sacrilege.” ___________________________

11/08/2006. Basically, I took a vacation. A get away. They resent it. Coming and saying “Hi” wasn’t enough. Well, that’s all I had. It’s what I wanted. If there is so much interest in me, why so much dead space? Years worth of no contact with them.

#family reunion #10/7/2006 #gay bars #jury trial

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muffindaddystyles · 3 years ago

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okay but imagine waking up next to soft!dom harry in the middle of the night and snuggling closer to him because you had a nightmare or you just couldn’t get to sleep well and he just kisses you, whispers sweet nothings and holds your hand as he helps you back to sleep

SCAREDY KITTEN Y/N, CLINGY AND MELTING OVER HARRY ALWAYS GONNA BE MY FAVE

Wednesday’s are most tiring for Harry. Shit tons of paperwork, shipping and unloading and then being a visible leader at the workplace to make sure the gang runs efficiently.

Weary and knotty in his muscles Harry dragged himself all the way to the threshold of his house to his room, his comfort space for many reasons— it smells incredibly sweet of his lovie, it’s cosy and the blankets are always toasty with her warmth and the room temperatures's the perfect chilly against your skin, akin to whole house.

“Hi Mushy,” He greets her coarsely, ducking down and a bit to the left of her gaze when she busily mumbles a ‘hi!’ Back with her head stuffed into her books, crossed legs on the chunky silken duvet and blankets.

“No kisses, pretty?” He asks, patting her head gently and she looks up at him. Equally tuckered out and bushed, she’s been trying to solve this stupid stupid algebra and it seems like algebra solved her and kicked her in arse telling her to do this nonsense with someone other.

“Sorry.” She sighs, scurrying to her knees and lifts her bum to plant a soft kiss to his lips instead ends up smashing a sloppy peck to his chin making both of them giggle.

She really thought she was about to get a good sleep, after having a tummy full dinner, doing her night routine with Harry and cleaning the little mess around her room because it keeps on irking her the whole night of otherwise --- she really hoped.

Her hopes were crushed brutally with a bulldozer when Harry knocked out the moment his floppy head hit the pillows, his embrace's homey and his breath melting into her skin makes her wants to learn the pattern mentally and sleep to it— she did.

She almost lulled herself into a light slumber when their whole house shook, the windows squeaked and their bedhead banged against the wall ever loudly from the force of her jolt due to the peal of unexpected thunder.

Y/N hates thunderstorms. It hyperventilates her badly and she’s never able to sleep during them, she might ends up crying or trying to make a clever run god knows where. She’s a science student still her silly and scared brain convinces her that the lightening will fall on them and burn them to ashes.

For a moment it didn’t happen again, replaced with calming patter patter of rain and she was glad she hasn’t woken Harry up. Who’s snoring softly into his pillow, his arms lax around her body and his facial features placid and soft.

There’s an ominous roar again in the sky and this time it fucks her up properly. She whimpers like a puppy shrinking into Harry’s side, eyes bolted shut as she feels her heart pumping in her ears – thumping eerily against Harry’s chest and she gasps, her knees knocking against Harry’s lower abdomen when there’s furious amount of non-stop thundering. Quite funnily he only mutters something incoherent and tucks her further into him.

Y/N’s sleepy, loggy and her scary surroundings doesn’t makes any sense to her and she doesn’t want to wake up Harry.

She’s feeling awfully, small and little and skimpy.

Terrified her eyes blows away when she sees the light-flashing outside scarily bright, “Daddy!” She cries out, latching her elbows around Harry’s neck and her thighs around his waist -- practically haggling the dude into a bendy doll.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy. . .” She mumbles unremittingly into his throat, her tears soaking the crew neck of his shirt -- tummy jolting against him and it stirs Harry, trying to take in his wear-bouts— knuckling the blurriness away from his eyes, he looks down at his lovie in haziness worried something bad happened because last he remembers she was good and about to drool over him. His warm palm gliding up her back, the fabric of her pyjama top bunching in his hold.

It doesn’t took him long to realize why his lovie’s so rucked up, clinging onto him like she depends on him for dear life when another wave of thunder-clapped and she was shoving herself into him with a frightened sob.

“Hey, hey . . Poppy. Daddy’s here. Not g'na let anything happen t’ya, sweet girl.” He whispers, cupping her face with both of his hands and tilts it up gently to look into her scared eyes, he sandwiches her shaky hands in-between his thighs and brings her impossibly closer to him – stroking his thumb over her wobbling wet bottom lip.

“We're gonna die!” She stutters a whiny sniffle hating that this awful thundering wouldn’t stop. Her outburst quirks Harry’s lips into a small smile, his heart oozing with overloaded infatuation for his love who’s just too innocent and cute for her own sake.

He gives her an eskimo kiss, pecking the corner of her salty lips then kissing her mouth tenderly and lovingly, “Said the same thing last time baby.” He calms her down. Rubbing her back, halting at the dip of her hip to massage the soft spot gently.

“Shh, shh, ‘s okay . . . I know it scares my darling so much, hate tha’, wouldn’t want my little’s poor heart to suffer this much would I?” He says groggily, tone coy and affectionate. He brushes the frays falling over her eyes out of shakiness, behind her ear and smooches a kiss to the side of her temple.

A surreal quietness blanketed them, her timid voice breaking through it and Harry smiles foppishly and lazily down at her hands still covering her ears. He tuts caringly when she blinks and glistening moisture collects under her eyebags.

“Sorry, didn’t wanna wake you,” She skootches impossibly closer into him, nuzzling her face in his strong healthy rising chest and he shakes his head petting her hair, “Would’ve been bummed if you didn’t,” He hugs her securely, and she relaxes taking a nourishing breather. Something so protective, safe and warm his huggies makes her feel.

Harry himself is the definition of tenderness, for her.

“Good?” He inquires, pressing his lips to where her neck and shoulder meet—- rubbing his hands up and down her arms smiling assuringly when Y/N hums in meekness.

His head perks up, brows shooting up nonchalantly when Y/N groans again upon all of it starting again and he coos, tightening his hug more compassionately screwing his mind too think of any idea to distract her.

“Would my baby like to keep me inside her, keep daddy warm?” He cuddles her chuckling softly when she buries her face in his neck, fisting the waistband of his joggers out of shyness and quick to bob her head timidly as Harry showers her in tiny sloppy wet fond kisses.

“Hmm. My soft little one.” He murmurs, hooking her panties away and spitting in his palm to squeeze it around his girth and gives himself few pumps before lubricating her with his own precum and eases carefully inside, not to hurt her.

Their temples falls against eachother, whimpers mingling as Harry bottoms out inside her. Balls snug against her bum, his eyes glassy as he nudges her playfully, “Now if we get stoned to death . . atleast it’d be with me cock inside ye',” His belly does a loopy loop upon earning a shy giggle from her (he takes pride in making his lovie laugh) and she moans breathily when he squishes her bum cheek grumbling disgruntled.

“Not letting them see yer bum thou,” She hiccups a giggle, feeling ticklish from all the raspberries he’s blowing at her skin and lapping the sensitive spot then, teasing it dry.

“You’re s’nice to me, I love you.”

“I love you too, my little one.”

Harry’s forever and always gonna be her comfort person.

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megan-is-mia · 4 years ago

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Hi there! ☺️ Could I please get a poly ship with our lovely dark fae boys Lilia and Malleus. I simp over these two so much as my favorite! I’m think monster yandere prompt #5.

5. “I never expected to meet a mortal as mystifying as yourself”

(Yandere! Malleus Draconia x Reader x Yandere! Lilia Vanrouge)

As a human in the Valley of Thorns, (Y/n) knew she was on the bottom rung of the social ladder. Despite this, she was content with her lot in life. She had a home and a loving family which is more than some in her position.

So why did she have to catch their eye? Why did she have to choose that day to sing in the forest when she was not alone? Had she not been minding her own business, picking berries? Had she been asking for trouble when she went to gather food for her family?

Why did the King of Thorns and his faithful advisor have to be visiting the same glade as her that morning and listen to her song of longing for love? Worse yet, why had the king interrupted her tune by placing his hands on her hips?

(Y/n) knew now she shouldn’t have responded as she did. Knew that she shouldn’t have gone limp with surprise in the fae’s arms as the melody she’d been chirping dying on her lips. She should have shaken her head when the king requested she continue her song for him as he guided her through a dizzy waltz.

She should have run when his hands left her body but her body had been frozen as the king stood back to allow his second-in-command a chance to examine her up close. The shorter fae who gazed straight into her eyes as his hand cupped her cheek and his mouth quirked into a fanged grin.

“I never thought I’d hear such a pretty song come from an injured bird like you” Lilia said his fingers gently pressing against the reddened skin of the girl’s face. (Y/n) desperately wanted to smack his hand away and flee but her fear of retribution by the fae kept her still as can be.

“Where did you get such an injury child of man?” Malleus questioned walking around the girl, running his hand over the back of her dress and tugging it off one shoulder to observe the pattern of her scar. His curiosity prompting him to slip a hand under her dress and feeling her stomach to confirm his suspicions of the scar’s path.

“Fae Fire!” was all that (Y/n) was able to squeak out in answer to the king’s invasive question and touch before her mouth was occupied by the other fae’s hungry lips. Her hands soon busy with fighting off attentions from both sides until they fell limp at her sides in defeat. The king’s head came to rest on her unmarred shoulder and wrapped loosely around her waist.

The only thing that spared her from further molestation was her mother’s call from outside the woods. Both fae had paused to listen to the sound and (Y/n) broke away, her basket of berries forgot in her rush to freedom. The girl thought that her nightmarish encounter with the royal and his advisor would fade away into the back of her mind.

However fate was not known to be so kind. Only a few days later after another visit to the woods, (Y/n) returned to only a blaze of green fire where her house had once stood. In the ashes she’d find only the charred corpses of her family and grief overtook her heart.

Returning to that accursed glen and throwing herself down, (Y/n) was content to let the forest devour her like the flames had devoured her everything as she fell into slumber. Unfortunately powers greater than the forest and fire had plans for her and she found herself waking up with her head in someone’s lap as her hair was stroked.

“Why hello Sleeping Beauty, it's nice of you to join us in the waking world” Lilia said cheerfully leaning over to ruffle (Y/n)’s hair with a toothy grin. The girl’s sleepy expression was so cute, almost more so than her expression when she’d been singing her heart out when he and Malleus had first seen her. “Where am I?” (Y/n) spoke in a sleepy drawl as she tried to sit up. Her efforts were cut off by Malleus’s hand pressing gently down on her scarred shoulder, coaxing her back down again and allowing him to resume his petting of her hair. (Y/n) was still too worn out from grief to resist and let out a sigh as she settled in place once more with her eyes falling shut. “We’re taking you back to the palace. Letting you stay on the edge of the Mossy Briars would have been irresponsible. Especially with you no longer possessing a home to go back to or a family to rely on” Malleus said, giving (Y/n) an answer to her question but not one she wanted as her eyes snapped open. Fear gave her limbs strength to try and sit up again despite Malleus keeping her down.

“Relax pretty bird, there’s no need to get your feathers so ruffled” Lilia cooed cupping (Y/n)’s chin and forcing her to look him in the eye. “I’m sure you have alot of questions, little one but they’ll have to wait until we get back to the castle. For now, sleep” he spoke and (Y/n)’s eyes fell shut as sleep overwhelmed her against her will.

When (Y/n) regained consciousness she’d been undressed and magic-landled fingers being over her burns turning the ugly red to a calm pink as a shiver ran down the girl’s spine. Sharpened teeth broke into her flesh and marked her before finery was pulled up to hide the damage that had been so lovingly inflicted.

Placed in the lap of the king and forced to bear the judging gaze of fae who did not think to hide their disgust at the ugly sight of her scars. Imagine their surprise when in the next moment their king declared this unsightly beastie would be their future queen. Imagine her surprise to find out that this same fact at the same moment as her future subjects before she was carried off to a bedroom far from the common eye.

“How are you feeling, child of man?” Malleus crooned his fingers gently undoing the laces of the dress his darling human had been dressed in. He nuzzled his nose against the mark Lilia had already made before adding one of his own on the other side where (Y/n)’s skin was most tender from her recently healed scar.

“Scared, confused, lost” (Y/n) managed to get out shivering under the fae’s touch despite how gentle it was. “Why… why me?” she added after a long moment of gathering her courage to speak again to the king. “Why indeed… to be honest, I am not entirely sure myself. I suppose it’s because you caught me off guard, child of man. I never expected to meet a mortal as mystifying as yourself. So beautiful of voice and heart, even though your face and circumstances should have turned you bitter” Malleus slowly answered hugging (Y/n) close and kissing where he’d bitten her. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything” Lilia said, entering the room and locking the door behind him before joining the pair on the bed, letting a contented sigh leave his lips as he did so. “The nobility is not going to be pleased about having a human for a queen, they’re bound to try and get rid of her the first chance they get” he added with a nonchalant tone. His words got a soft hum from Malleus but (Y/n) went stiff with fear. “Don’t you worry your little head about those awful nobles, pretty bird” Lilia cooed, taking (Y/n) from Malleus’s hands and guiding her into resting atop of him. “If any of them try to harm a single hair on your head they’ll be seeing the gallows” he added his words meant to comfort but only frightening the girl who began to shake like a leaf. “Forget the nightmare that was your life before little one, you’ll only have sweet dreams from now on…” THE END

#Yandere Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland #Yandere Malleus Draconia #Malleus Draconia #Yandere Lilia Vanrouge #Lilia Vanrouge

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sunmaylight · 4 years ago

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TGCF Book 3 Reaction pt.3 - Wind Master’s Self-Designated Quest & The Events that Happen After

I am back again with reactions & comments for when I read book 3.

This is honestly fun for me because I can look back at what I read and remember my first reaction to everything. I can also see how things connect to make up each arc by going back and reading them.

I really want to start book 4, but completing this first so I compose myself and not be a mess of emotions reading it. Cause, any book that is mainly about Xie Lian’s past is bound to be filled with angst and possible tears for the guy.

Ch 102: The Love for All Seasons Stew, the stew Xie Lian made and Shi Qingxuan is enthusiastically wanting to try some, shares with Ming Yi. Hua Cheng eats it like nothing and gives Xie Lian feedback

- Me: Ah, RIP Shi Qingxuan and Ming Yi. It was nice knowing you two.

Start of the Venerable of Empty Words

Ch 103: The stew knocks out Ming Yi and sends Shi Qingxuan to tears. Then Shi Qingxuan hallucinates

- Me: You know, by this point Xie Lian should have his own warning label to prevent this from happening in the future. What if he made something for Jun Wu and kills him with his cooking? Actually, that sounds pretty funny. This just in: Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu defeated by a plate of questionable food made by his favorite Heavenly Official, Xie Lian.

103: Shi Qingxuan tells a horror story. Xie Lian feels a cold breeze and discovers it’s made by SQX.

- Ah, I think I’m understanding more that Heavenly Officials are really eccentric. Especially the upper court.

Xie Lian casually mentioning he has encountered a Venerable of Empty Words in the past and how that ghost left him after staying with the fallen god for almost a year.

- Me: *sobs* Xie Lian.

Wind Master talking about his past before ascension and then post ascension

- Me: Okay, but did you actually ascend?

Learns about Heavenly Calamities

- Me: Well, that will surely be relevant in the future.

105: Investigating for the Ghost. Learns that from a tampered list that Hua Cheng killed vengeful, malevolent tyrants

- Me: Hua Cheng, who else have you killed? How the fu-dge is it that you are more productive than Heavenly Officials in making sure nothing bad happens?

As the group was going to leave, Xie Lian remembers the kids (& Qi Rong).

Hua Cheng: I have already called a babysitter. Don’t worry about a thing Gege.

106: The group was teleported to the wrong place.

- Me: Well, aren’t things starting out just lovely.

Hua Cheng changed clothes and Xie Lian Noticed.

Hua Cheng & Xie Lian exchange verbal communication passwords. Hua Cheng’s password has Xie Lian blushing.

- Me: WHAT IS IT?

Xie Lian’s password: “Just recite the Ethics Sutra a thousand times.”

- Me: ...Is that a joke? Xie Lian, if they actually had to recite that, it’s like saying you don’t want people to talk to you.

Xie Lian’s password is revealed to be just that phrase. He set it up as a joke

- Me: goddamnit. I have been bamboozled.

Learning about the legend of the Potential Scholar He, who was mad smart but got a lot of people wanting to crush him out of jealousy. He died after getting his revenge against those who were gatekeeping him.

- Me: HI! WHERE IS THE SHRINE FOR THIS GUY. I NEED A SHRINE TO WORSHIP SCHOLAR HE AS WELL AS A CERTAIN DIANXIA AND HUA CHENGZU

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng now have to play Mafia in a four man group.

Ch 108: A game to sniff out the Word Ghost. The game reminds me of the Japanese Game, King’s Game.

- Me: Is there a Chinese equivalent to the King’s Game?

SQX -’king’- Xie Lian and Hua Cheng have to strip each other. Just one layer

- Me: If this was me to my crush, I would be weirded out to do this in front of my friends. Unless if I was drunk

SQX to Hua Cheng (from the book): “What’s the worse suffering in the world?”

Hua Cheng: “To watch with your own eyes your beloved be trampled and ridiculed, yet unable to do anything. That’s the worse suffering in the world.”

- Me: (ToT) Hua Cheng. I got to mark this down. Hua Cheng’s beloved and him need their happy ending.

Ming Yi to Xie Lian: “What’s the biggest regret of your life?”

Xie Lian: “My Second Ascension.”

- Me: !!! Xie Lian, what the F*CK happened during the shortest ascension recorded in Heaven?

Ch 109: Hua Cheng lends Xie Lian a ‘bit’ of spiritual power. Xie Lian does a palm thrust and blows off the roof of the temple.

- Xie Lian & Me: ...Hua Cheng, that’s a little bit?

Hua Cheng: Was that not enough? I can lend you more.

Ch 110: Hua Cheng puts on a mini fashion show to Xie Lian in the middle of something important.

Xie Lian: *focus is pulled away to stare at Hua Cheng*

- Me: Okay. Cute, but please focus. There is a time and place for everything. Now is not the time!

Water Master is suppose to prepare for the third Heavenly Calamity. SQX is kidnapped

- Me: What if this is the third calamity? Having to save SQX from the Venerable of Empty Words?

Xie Lian wants to do a soul-shifting spell, but Hua Cheng is stopping him.

- Me: Hm, does Hua Cheng know something? That is suspicious.

Ch 111: Venerable of Empty Words says: “Don’t worry, with your eyes wide open, you will watch the person coming to seek you die before you!”

- Me: *Thinks of Hua Cheng for Xie Lian* Shit, it got to Xie Lian. I really hope this doesn’t happen in the future. Cause, it’s not like Hua Cheng can die by conventional means since his ashes are ***** - Safe

Wind Master is revealed to be wearing a lot of treasures and gems on their person

- Me: Why is Wind Master wearing all of that?

Soul-Shifting spell ends, Xie Lian hears Hua Cheng’s voice

- Oh shit. I think Hua Cheng is mad.

SQX: “This is the Terrace of Cascading Wine. It’s where I ascended”

- Me: Wait, SQX is one of the Four Famous Tales? The odd one that is like Qi Rong that is about a guy who ascended for just pouring wine?

Learns that Xie Lian was actually sleeping when he ascended.

- Which ascension did that happen at?

SQX is in hysteria after Shi Wudu grabs him. SQX was acting suspicious before then SWD arrived.

- Me: Wow, what happened to SQX? D-did he actually fail his Heavenly Calamity and this is part of the punishment? Do Heavenly Officials get an advance notice that they have a Heavenly Calamity they have to face? Or is he behaving like this because of the removal of all of those artifacts and jewels?

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Ch 113: Hua Cheng sent a step-litter, a step-litter that is very extravagant, to Xie Lian. Hua Cheng is giving Xie Lian a fancy carriage ride towards somewhere.

- Me: Wow. What an obvious sign that Hua Cheng has deep feelings for Xie Lian

The whole Step-Litter Scene of Ghost calling Xie Lian Hua Cheng’s ‘lady’ while he was in the Step-Litter and everything after until they drop Xie Lian off at Puqi Shrine

- Me: THIS NEEDS TO BE ANIMATED

Xie Lian’s new banner: “Return Babes through Miraculous Hands”

- No words

Hua Cheng helping Xie Lian do a task of working in the field. There is an indescribable tension that has been created through Xie Lian’s dense brain

- Me: Man, you can slice the tension with a sword and they still wouldn’t realize anything.

Xie Lian has a mysterious donor who filled his donation box with gold bars. He decides to return them

- Me: Yes, good for you Xie Lian. You do you.

The Drama between the Wind and Water Masters

- Me: You know, there is someone on YouTube who animated this part. I can now only visualize that while reading through my notes.

Earth Master forged his shovel to be his spiritual device. Ming Yi, Shi Qingxuan and Xie Lian travel through the tunnels dug by the Earth Master’s Shovel under Heaven

- Me: Wait, does this mean technically anything can be made into a spiritual device?

SQX can’t access his spiritual powers

- Me: shit. Did he actually fail a Heavenly Trial against Reverend of Empty Words?

The three are forced to dig and end up at Quan Yizhen’s palace with Pei Ming behind them

Pei Ming: QYZ, help me out and capture them

QYZ: *sees Xie Lian and remembers what he did for him during the Lantern Festival* - Grabs bed and throws it at Pei Ming- YEET!

Xie Lian tosses dice and the three end up at Puqi Shrine again. Xie Lian is greeted to the sight of a shirtless Hua Cheng finishing up some labour work with using E-Ming.

- Me: Is this going to be Xie Lian’s gay awakening? Will he finally acknowledge he has feelings for Hua Cheng?

Xie Lian immediately calms down and gets back into action

- Me: dang it!

The group, now with Hua Cheng, teleports to the Rain Master’s land. They exchange what they know and Xie Lian is drawing a very terrifying conclusion.

- Me: So, if there was a chart of the four famous tales compared to the four great calamities based on comparing their authenticity of tales

- Xie Lian Hua Cheng (They have to match somewhat)

- Princess who slit her throat White No-Face (Both have very little knowledge and seem very much bamf)

- General who broke his sword Black Water (Just vibes based on their names)

- Shi Qingxuan Qi Rong (Don’t really match the others, but are famous enough to get on the list)

Xie Lian connects the dots on Scholar He's name

- is that even possible?

Pei Ming arrives and then the group moves to Shi Wudu’s Heavenly Trial ground cause mortals are in danger. Their mission is to help the mortals and not get in the way of Water Master.

Hua Cheng changes into a fisherman outfit

Xie Lian and Hua Cheng share a tender moment with a steam bun. General Pei watches them

- Me: Oh? Pei Ming, what did you notice? Did you notice the potential ship between the two of them?

118: The ship somehow wandered into the Ship-Sinking Black Water’s territory.

- Me: Oh no. The drama.

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Alright, here seems good. The next part will be the Wind & Water Master Arc pt 2 (?). At least I think so since the Wind part was discovered and now it’s the Water part that’s next.

You know, I really wanted to comment on a bunch of other stuff. Especially the Hualian moments, but decided against it cause there are some things that should be read

#sunmay rambles #sunmay reads tgcf #sunmay reads tian guan cifu #sunmay reads heaven official's blessing #sunmay reads hob #tgcf #hob #tian guan ci fu #heaven official's blessing #hob spoiler #tgcf spoiler #book 3 spoilers #halfway through the wind and water master arc

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doctorhawke · 5 years ago

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all six of my oc hawkes in one big thing, i have an au where they are all a big happy family and run amok in kirkwall

below the cut theres “brief” bios for them all (including their names because my renditions of their handwriting might not be very legible) and a little chart showing more insight into their personality makeup

all the ages are from act 1, after a year in kirkwall, relative to carver and bethany’s 20 (fyi they both survive in this au and both become grey wardens. cannot IMAGINE that any of these hawkes would let one of their littlest siblings fight an ogre 1v1 when theres literally eight of them lmfao they tag team it like they do everything)

steve hawke- he/him, age 27, adopted by the hawkes at 8. steve is a mage, a healer, and a pacifist. as such when there are fights he will focus on incapacitating enemies without harming them (force magic and mind blast comes in handy) and especially on supporting the team through healing. he’s gay and immediately takes to anders, mainly because he spends a lot of time helping in his clinic.

he strongly believes in mage rights especially as malcolm imparted a lot of responsibility on him towards his younger mage siblings, nyx and bethany. he’s protective and a bit of a worrier, though as time goes on in kirkwall he becomes more and more exhausted, and starts to cope through making light of things. post-game, he and anders are on the run.

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kit hawke- he/him, age 24, bio kid, and a dual-wielding rogue. he’s bold, charming, and a bit of a pessimist- all of which kirkwall amplifies by virtue of being a crazy fucking city. kit is also pretty business minded and usually spearheads bone pit related shenanigans. varric (who deeply cares for all the hawkes of course) immediately takes to him and the two are inseparable.

kit is bi, and likes to have fun, though over time he falls for both isabela and fenris, and over time the three get together and become the most impressive trio you ever saw. all kit’s siblings are kind of like “are you serious dude, we have a limited number of friends and you end up with two of them? what about the rest of us” but considering the amount of drama and heartbreak kit undergoes over the years in relation to his love life, they all kind of figure he’s earned the happy ending. post-game the three of them become pirates on isabela’s ship and free slaves in between tracking down hidden treasure or whatever it is that pirates do, and they eventually have adorable baby twins.

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syl hawke- she/her, age 26, bio kid but only leandra’s, she actually is varric’s half sibling (though she does NOT know this and the sibling rivalry that develops upon them meeting is incomprehensible to the both of them). so syl is the shortest of the bunch, and looks a lot more like varric and bartrand than kit, carver, or bethany, despite them all being related.

syl’s the only warrior of the group (other than carver- a dynamic duo), fights with hammers exclusively, and has a tendency to be super intense. she doesn’t really get humor at all, in the rare case that she accidentally makes a joke and people laugh she assumes they’re laughing AT her. she’s also very shoot first and ask questions later, and the only hawke more protective than steve is. her big sister energy is off the charts and she’s prepared to kill any templar that so much as looks at her family. as such she’s staunchly pro-mage.

she’s a lesbian and has massive game despite not really being any good at flirting- it’s probably her sheer intensity. she and isabela have a brief fling, tallis is very taken with her, and she has a rivalry-fueled sexual tension with aveline for ages (the long road is a VERY fun quest to play through with syl). however she was always very supportive of and close with merrill and eventually the two fall in love. once they’re together they’re insanely sweet and have mega chemistry and i love them so fucking much. post-game they’re forced to leave kirkwall but end up living in the denerim alienage.

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lith hawke- she/her, age 25, adopted by the hawkes at 9 along with her twin nyx. an archer rogue, with speed taking precedence over power or precision. lith is a lot to take in okay. she’s the only one who’s pro-templar in the group, and is a rabid andrastian. back home in lothering her chantry beliefs were instrumental in keeping her family safe, as she not only knew every templar by name (as the whole family did) but also is endlessly trustworthy to them and to all the chantry sisters and mothers. countless times a templar might have come calling to take away one of her siblings or her father, but was dissuaded by lith- after all, little lith hawke would NEVER help hide apostates, right?

she supports her siblings because she believes that in the end their souls will be saved. (the only thing that freaks her out more than nyx’s blood magic is when syl casually drops that she’s thinking about converting to merrill’s religion.) she doesn’t trust mages if they aren’t related to her, and always advocates for the circle when given the chance. she’s best friends with fenris and they hang out a lot, more and more as the years pass. since merrill and anders both move into the hawke estate (which was already a bit of a circus, can you imagine the chaos?) lith finds herself more and more outnumbered ideologically and often escapes to fenris’ mansion for some quiet.

during the endgame, she sides against her family and the mages. she basically has a villainous breakdown. she helps them kill meredith and once it’s revealed that meredith had been influenced by the lyrium idol, lith’s whole worldview is pretty much shattered. post-game she leaves the city and seeks out her cousin, ash amell (i have eight wardens so im not going to get into this but basically my amell and my cousland (eve) are in a gay throuple with leliana and its dope as all hell). spending time with ash, eve, and leliana is very healing for her, but all her siblings assume she’s dead and she doesn’t see them for years after kirkwall.

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nyx hawke- they/them, age 25, adopted by the hawkes at 9 along with their twin lith. nyx is the blood mage of the group, and is an absolute icon quite frankly. they’re very chaotic, and especially close with kit, merrill, and isabela. nyx has a ton of fun fighting, and they and syl make an especially good team in combat. nyx always looks up to syl and its very sweet, and syl is the only one in the family who never once messed up nyx’s pronouns (everyone is very good about this of course, and by kirkwall its a non-issue, but even lith slipped up once or twice early on).

they have very noodly arms because they’ve never had to worry about fighting hand to hand when running out of mana, because of the blood magic. this leads to quite a bit of teasing but tbh they pull it off. nyx is bi and has a thing with isabela for a short while but in the end they’re better as best friends.

nyx and lith are very close. they’re often perfectly in sync when doing things, especially in combat, and have that twin esp thing going on which can get spooky at times. however they also bicker a lot, and obviously clash on ideology pretty much constantly. though this is the norm nyx always assumed they would have each other’s backs no matter what when it came down to the nitty gritty, and lith’s betrayal during the endgame is really heartbreaking for them.

over the years anders and nyx do a lot of collaborating when it comes to mage rights. they help him polish his manifesto, and smuggle mages out of the gallows. the only real reason nyx isn’t brought into the loop on the chantry explosion was a mixtures of anders’ crushing guilt and his knowledge that if he told nyx and not steve, steve would be really hurt. (however he couldn’t tell steve because he didn’t want the deaths to be on steve’s conscience- anders knows he definitely would have helped if it came down to that). post-game nyx goes on to be one of the leaders of the mage rebellion.

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lou hawke- he/him, age 22, adopted by the hawkes at 10. hes a cowboy and i love him. an archer rogue, he prioritizes powerful firing over speed or precision. he’s a massive sweetheart, terminally polite, and has massive ears that he’s self-conscious of and tries to cover with his hair. however whenever his hair gets long enough to cover them leandra starts poking and prodding him to get a trim and he’s always too soft to refuse for long, beginning the cycle again (and after leandra is murdered he always keeps his hair to her liking- he gets weepy if it grows too long). he’s the only hawke i’ve drawn without his in-game outfit because this fucking game doesn’t have cowboy hats or cute shirts with tassles and i do what i want.

lou also plays instruments, he’s got a guitar and a harmonica and plays the piano passably. he IS the piano man in the eyes of the hanged man’s patrons. sing us a song, they tell him, etc. he manages ten minutes of harmonica in the deep roads, citing excellent acoustics, until anders tells him to stop because the darkspawn will hear. when the hawkes get rich lou buys a horse and goes for morning rides out on the wounded coast.

lou is bi, and runs around for years with a massive crush on isabela but that doesn’t exactly work out. he ends up with jethann (theres a lot of lore here but suffice it to say its extremely tender) and post-game they leave kirkwall and end up owning a ranch not far outside denerim. lou hires lots of farmhands that end up looking to him as a father figure and its super sweet, and jethann refuses to do manual labor.

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this got insanely long i am SO sorry flkjsdlkgjlkcxjglsfkd

feel free to send any asks relating to them because i really love this family so much and could talk about them forever dlfskjlxcjglskd if you couldnt tell from this diatribe

#six fanarts #six fanarts challenge #dragon age #dragon age 2 #custom hawke #hawke #steve hawke #kit hawke #syl hawke #lith hawke #nyx hawke #lou hawke #extended hawke family au #my art #my posts #oc lore

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painted-piggy-ships-archive · 4 years ago

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Uhh just a bunch of random Ash thoughts cuz BOI OH BOI do I have them

And boi oh boi are they too incoherent to make into regular posts!

- The ship aesthetic!

- He does the Disney Spin™ (picking up your love by the waist and spinning them around) and he’s damn good at it!! So strongg!!!! 😍😍

- Ash is the master of kisses. Deep lip kisses, sweet cheek pecks, tender back of the hand kisses... Give. All of ‘em. I WANT.

- Mans is handssyy!! He always wants to physically show me affection, even if it’s just holding my hand while doing tasks.

- *does that thing where you put your chin in your hands and stares at me fondly*

- Tries not to show it because he’s supposed to be the “Confident Hero” type, and because my s/i is a certified badass, but he gets easily worried if I show any sort of discomfort, physically or emotionally.

- Will do anything to get me to laugh/smile. :o)

- Slowly letting his guard down around me. Showing his vulnerable, scared side. Don’t worry big guy, I’m here. I’m here.

- Is either super understanding or super dense, barely any in between FFHGVGFHGUBF

- His favorite things about me: My face (I have a somewhat grim resting face but he doesn’t care what expression I’m making, he just thinks I’m cute!!), my voice (singing and speaking :o) ), I’m easily cold so he has an excuse to pull me close to him for warmth, my laugh, my sense of humor, how loyal I am to my views/opinions (but how I’m also not opposed to changing those views/opinions as I learn and grow as a person).

#self shipping #self shipping community #clownie talks #thought dump #🥧Chainsaws & Cherry Pies🥧#gun tw #food cw

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gascon-en-exil · 5 years ago

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Octopath Traveler, Dimidue, Enjolras

Whew, that’s a lot.

001 | Send me a fandom and I will tell you my:

Favorite character:

Primrose, her story is among the more compelling and the content is surprisingly honest in its maturity for a T-rated JRPG.

Least Favorite character:

Lyblac for having next to no relevant setup for the person who’s technically the game’s central villain. The whole ending is just painfully clumsy.

5 Favorite ships (canon or non-canon):

I don’t read much fic for OT, but any combination of the male travelers,�� Alfyn/Zeph, Olberic/Erhardt, and Therion/Darius all have their moments.

Character I find most attractive:

Olberic, he’s barely even past his prime and he’s a knight, yummy.

Character I would marry:

Probably Olberic again. Therion is inconstant, Alfyn is a country bumpkin, and Cyrus would be deeply annoying after a while and likely wouldn’t understand sex.

Character I would be best friends with:

Primrose, because we know all about those kinds of men.

a random thought:

Would have liked to see more of the dark cult in Ophilia’s story, and more on Orsterra’s pseudo-Catholic religion in general.

An unpopular opinion:

H’annit’s dialogue doesn’t sink her character for me, although she’s not someone I would have been much interested in in the first place. It’s ridiculous and clearly artificial, but not the worst thing ever.

My Canon OTP:

Alfyn/Zeph, lategame no homo sidequest or not. They carry each other’s satchels all game, which is both sweet and possibly the strangest allusion to ball play ever.

My Non-canon OTP:

Any of the aforementioned pairings among the male travelers, although I don’t care for how Alfyn/Therion is the overwhelming fandom favorite.

Most Badass Character:

How many scenes does Olberic basically solo? That said, I think H’annit is overall the strongest character.

Most Epic Villain:

Simeon, for staging a play about his ex as she’s coming to kill him, and then making the boss fight a part of that play. It’s such a thematically resonant set piece for the final boss of her story.

Pairing I am not a fan of:

Zeph/Mercedes, an obvious last ditch effort to attempt to prove that Zeph isn’t Alfyn’s boyfriend.

Character I feel the writers screwed up (in one way or another):

Just...everything about the combined final boss.

Favourite Friendship:

Olberic and Alfyn, even if they’re not having sex. Good simple tank/healer fun.

Character I most identify with:

Primrose, again. Fallen aristocrat forced into sex work and obsessed with vengeance? I don’t really get her hints of lesbianism for the same reason I don’t get Dorothea’s in FE16, but that’s beside the point.

Character I wish I could be:

Probably Cyrus for that cushy teaching gig in the largest city on the continent.

002 | Send me a ship and I will tell you:

When I started shipping them:

Had my suspicions as early as the Blue Lions promo video when Dedue’s dislike was revealed to be anyone hurting Dimitri. Started shipping them hardcore as soon as the text dumps started coming in, and the canonical backing has only grown since.

My thoughts:

My followers know how I feel about Dimidue. It’s a nearly perfect iteration of the lord/knight dynamic I always enjoy in FE, with not one but several variations depending on route that all call back to previous pairings in meaningful. While I understand why it remains underrated (Dimileth, mostly unfounded hangups about the racial dynamic and power imbalance, Dedue’s just not that conventionally attractive) it’s downright criminal that this pairing and its broader implications for Dimitri’s character go so so frequently ignored.

What makes me happy about them:

I am not by nature a very romantic person, but their interactions can be so tender that it’s hard not to find them insufferably cute - ferocious murder husbands though they are capable of being.

What makes me sad about them:

Misinterpretations of their dynamic that stem for people not reading their supports very well and/or making assumptions based on their respective skin colors that don’t hold up to close scrutiny vis-à-vis the actual dynamic between Faerghus and Duscur.

Things done in fanfic that annoys me:

Not much, but the occasional assertion on Twitter that only fanon Dimidue is acceptable because canon did them dirty. Do these people even read their supports and other interactions? “Dedue can’t think for himself in canon” my svelte French ass.

Things I look for in fanfic:

Solid writing as always, but I really like it when fics capture them as equals in private even in they keep up the professional relationship for the general public. Fics where they get a big wedding and everyone acts like there’s nothing at all unusual about it might be better wish fulfillment, but they don’t work as well for the setting in my opinion.

My wishlist:

Combination with the other male Lions for an OT5. There’s already porn of it, now someone other than me write it. All your favorite paired endings in one!

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other:

The game offers easy alternatives in Felix and Ashe, plus the aforementioned Lions orgy. Not Byleth, that’s for sure, with Dimitri because it’s clumsily written and has weird thematic implications or with Dedue because I’m pretty sure he’s not into women all that much. m!Byleth with either of them just feels like a solution to something that wasn’t a problem.

My happily ever after for them:

Their Azure Moon ending, although hopefully Dimitri won’t die too young and they’ll have many years together to adopt a bunch of orphans like in the ending tapestry and have a happy little family where no one dies violently. They’ve earned it after all they’ve been through.

003 | Give me a character & I will tell you:

How I feel about this character:

In book canon he’s a glorious if very pointed allegory for the values of the Revolution, which can be hard to relate to an actual human and even harder to translate into adaptation...so for the most part they kind of don’t.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character:

Grantaire to complete the allegory, but all of Les Amis are fair game for a big gay orgy.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character:

Combeferre and Courfeyrac form a fantastic triad with him even if they’re not romantic, and a solid friend dynamic.

My unpopular opinion about this character:

I strongly lean into Hugo’s androgynous descriptions for my mental picture of what Enjolras looks like, and I believe his natural feminine characteristics are intriguing and just about essential elements of his character although again they’re dropped from almost all adaptations.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

More Amis interactions are always good, especially for the ones he doesn’t spend as much time around in canon like Bahorel and Prouvaire.

Favorite friendship for this character:

Combeferre and Courfeyrac, see above.

My crossover ship:

None really? I don’t do crossovers much.

#Octopath Traveler #Fire Emblem Three Houses #Dimidue #Les Misérables #Enjolras

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yourereallyhere · 6 years ago

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🐶 for memori 🐵 6x13 fix-it/love confession 🦄

MEGGGG okay first of all I fucking LOVE YOU and you're actually one of the funniest people ever. second of all I know you are a Slytherin queen but you are still so cute so best of both worlds amiright !!!! <3 <3 <3 <3 x 1000000

Memori Playlist

1. Ivy Frank Ocean

2. Whole Wide World Berhana

3. Love Me Less Max, Quinn XCII

4. Going Bad Drake

5. This Is The Sea The Waterboys

6. I’ve Just Seen A Face The Beatles

7. EARFQUAKE Tyler, The Creator

8. Just Like Me A Boogie wit da Hoodie

9. Where You Lead Carole King

10. Feel Again One Republic

6x13 fix-it / love confession

Clarke remembers seeing the exodus ship fall out of the sky. It was unity day; they’d just gotten back to the camp after a very unsuccessful meeting with the grounders. “Your mom’s early,” Bellamy had said to her. But the ship was falling fast, too fast.

She thought her mom was dead. That feeling is nothing compared to the hole she feels in her chest now. She feels flimsy and frail, weathered down by a loss of innocence and a flood of misfortune, held together by what’s left of her broken family.

After 6 years of nothing, everything is fast, too fast. The violence, the loss, the perpetual chain of difficult and more difficult decisions seem to wrap around her neck like a vice, tightening until she can’t breathe, can’t call for help even if she tries.

The group reaches the top of the stairs. Madi is by her side, everyone else behind them. She takes a deep breath and puts on a brave face. She’s broken down enough times today.

Madi is safe, she reminds herself. Bellamy is safe.

Her eyes are searching for him before her brain even registers it. They both stop walking when their gazes finally lock. Clarke throws herself at him, not minding how desperate it looks. His hands come around her instantly and she tucks her face further into his shoulder.

She lets out a sigh of relief, inhales his smell, so completely Bellamy no matter whose clothes he’s changed into.

He pulls away to look into her eyes, hands gripping her arms strongly. Except it doesn’t feel like a vice. It feels like support, like home, like family, and that thought alone has the power to break down the wall she’d been planning on keeping up.

“I heard about Abby,” he says, holding her close as if he’s afraid she’ll leave him again.

She shakes her head, building up the courage to meet his eyes again. “I tried to do better. I did, and then I lost my mom.” Her voice breaks and he releases a shaky breath at the sound. “Tell me it was worth it, she begs. “Tell me, tell me it was worth it.” She feels like she could fall and melt into the ground at any moment, if it wasn’t for his ability to keep her upright.

“Hey, hey. We did. We did do better,” he cuts her off. “I have to believe that that matters.”

She nods frantically, trying to force herself to believe his words when he pulls her into another hug. Tears flow freely onto his sweater where her chin rests. “I’ve lost everything Bellamy,” she whispers, and swears she hears his breath catch in his throat. “My parents, Wells, my friends. I almost lost Madi. I even lost my life.” She pulls away from him and huffs. “Should’ve done it myself when I had the chance. Would’ve made things -- ”

“Clarke, don’t say that!” Bellamy cups her cheeks, threads his fingers through her hair like he used to before everything changed. She brings her eyes back to meet his. He’s crying now too. “Clarke, listen to me. I told you im not letting you go and I meant it. You mean everything to me. Everything. You’re not alone, not as long as I’m here. You’ll have me, always.” He wipes the tears off of her skin with his thumbs, and her shaking hand comes up to cover his, leaning into his touch.

Clarke’s sure if her heart beats with any more force it’s going to fly out of her chest. “Bellamy,” she says, eyes closing and fluttering open like she can’t decide what she’d like more: feeling his touch and pretending they were living in some alternate universe where happiness was possible, or meeting his gaze, not at all like her hallucinations after Praimfaya, a tether to reality, reassuring her that this isn’t in her head. She keeps them open.

“I care about you so much,” he continues. “I -” stuttering, he chuckles and a smile spreads across his face, as if they aren’t surrounded by a bunch of dead bodies and ashes from still burning structures. “God, I - I love you Clarke. I’m in love with you. I always have been.” Clarke feels a smile make its way onto her face as well, matching his in brightness. Maybe even beating it. She feels a laugh escape from her lips and a different type of tears fall down her cheeks. This can’t be real, she thinks. It just can’t be. Things don’t work out for her like this.

“When I found out that Josephine’s mind drive was in your head, I’d never felt so much regret in my life. I’d been given another chance with you and I blew it. I was supposed to protect you, and I thought that’s what I was doing, but everything’s been going wrong.” He presses his forehead against hers. “I felt like I’d been cheating on you. Like my heart was yours long before I ever went up to the ring. Like if I’d stayed on the ground, or waited for you up there a little longer, we could have finally been together. I broke up with her as soon as I saw her, and she knew why. Everyone knows.” He pulls back, still holding onto her cheeks. “But I don’t want any other version of you, okay? I just want you!”

Clarke is stunned. Even though she has always hoped, she’s never let herself believe. She musters up the strength to pull on his collar, and lean in to press her lips to his. Soft and tender, cautious. It doesn’t feel like new territory for them though. It just feels totally, absolutely right in every way. Like they are meant to be here. Their kisses become hungrier, deeper, like a rubber band had been stretched for years, and finally snapped. Her arms go around his neck, her fingers run through his curls. His arms circle her waist and pull her closer than any hug they’ve ever shared.

Someone cheers, the “woo” and claps sounding far away, but loud enough to make them remember they aren’t alone. They split apart, touching foreheads instead.

“I love you, too. I’m in love with you, Bellamy,” Clarke smiles.

“Say it again.”

“I love you.”

“Again.”

Clarke laughed so hard she snorted, the most beautiful laugh he’s ever heard.

“About damn time,” she hears Octavia call out from behind her. She turns around, keeping one hand intertwined with Bellamys as she does so, and realizes the cheers hadn’t been as far away as they felt. Blush blooms on her face and chest.

“Wait, they’re not already together?” Gabriel asks.

Madi has tears in her eyes. She’s smiling too. She runs up to Clarke and wraps her arms around her. “You deserve to be happy,” she says and then turns to Bellamy. “Both of you.”

Clarke feels his warm hand find her waist, and it feels as if her puzzle has found its missing piece. Sure, this version of her has been roughed up, has gone through hell and back. But it made her who she is. It’s given her the most amazing family. And that, she wouldn’t trade that for anything else. She doesn’t need another version; she just needs this.

#yourereallyhere 1.5k celebration!#asks #the 100 #bellarke #clarke griffin #bellamy blake

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sireneia · 5 years ago

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ship bias for... caspar or ashe !

ship biases // caspar biases are here! to the blions we go—

1. ashe / marianne - i got recommended these supports but like WOW… ACTUALLY READING THEM AND I’M VERY VERY INTO THEM. i’m always a sucker for ships where there’s a canonical attraction early on, and so ashe finding marianne cute falls into that but on a more compelling note, i find ashe trying his hardest to help marianne be happy with living and seeing marianne being able to refute him in his narrow-minded ideals both very good! it works well with marianne’s development which is so so satisfying to me! also the fact that ashe opens up all of his sins to marianne is something i don’t see him doing in most supports; that clues me in on his desperation to get marianne to feel more confident about herself, to forgive herself more, and how much he cares about her while also feeling comfortable enough with her to admit all of this.

2. ashe / hapi - please bear with me i’m going solely based on the supports as i’m not going to be playing cindered shadows until may but based on these convos? i also really like these! again, we have someone who can challenge ashe’s narrow perspective which is extremely good for him but it’s also really cute how he tries to help redeem hapi’s views on knights; he doesn’t dismiss her point that they’re are rotten people, but he tries to also help her see there are all kinds of people and that it’s ok to believe in trusting some. the key theme of trust in these…. i adore it wholly. i also think it’s so cute that he shares his love of literature with her and has her enjoy it too!

3. ashe / petra - their a+ support made me know i absolutely wanted to get their paired ending in crimson flower so. LOL. at first i wasn’t sure, but i liked seeing the two of them grow to learn more about one another and expose one another to new experiences, and i think petra being the one that’s one step ahead of ashe in terms of romance is fun! how much petra cares for him is really captured with how she wants him near and also wants to support his dreams, and i was very, very tender at reading their ending card.

4. ashe / ingrid - i think it’s important to see someone who doesn’t look down upon ingrid’s dreams and wishes but instead encourages them in a healthy way, and i 100% see ashe as doing that! their last support is what makes me enjoy them; seeing him using their common thread of tales to inspire hope and determination in ingrid. while ingrid is a strong-minded person herself, she is not invincible and i’m glad she has someone like ashe to look after her when she’s down. also bonus in that she loves to eat and ashe himself is a fantastic cook LOL

5. ashe / caspar - everything i cared to say about these two atm ( i could probably say more but i admittedly do want to save my foil discussion for a Bigger Meta one day ) was in my caspar post so! yeah. that’s linked up above tho if ur curious o/

bonus: i’ve been trying to stick to canons for this but i WILL gush over my ship with him and odette. i’ve been spoiled with childhood friends to lovers and i’m so tender over everything i’ve written for it on my now archived blog !!!

#// my blushing icons of ashe.... are Bad akshkhgrg #// i also for some reason have yet to icon his s-support cg so OOPS #// additional bonus is that i feel like him with bernie could be cute #// u can't tell me ashe wouldn't be all over her stories #CS spoilers ---#cindered shadows spoilers ---#milotheas #+. / inbox.#+. / ooc.#long post ---

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coneygoil · 6 years ago

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The Home We Built Together, part 18

Two young Vikings. An arranged marriage. Hiccup always wanted to win the girl of his dreams, but not like this. Now he and Astrid must learn to live together and maybe one day, learn to love…

Writer’s note: This is a monster of a chapter! The longest for this fic so far. It gave me a bit of difficulty, but for the most part, it came out the way I’d hoped! Thank you to everyone who has been keeping up with this fic! You guys are great <3

It was difficult to find comfort when you were constantly on alert for dragon raids or enemy attacks. Astrid learned at a tender age that this was how life as a Viking played out, and she adapted as only one with a fighting spirit could.

She couldn’t fathom that true comfort could be ultimately achieved. But there she was, cuddled up next to Hiccup, feeling the most comfortable she’d ever felt in her life. Like the treacherous world around them was only a faded notion.

When she stirred the next morning, Astrid was disappointed to discover Hiccup was already out of bed. She climbed down the stairs, rubbing sleep from her eyes and donning her nightgown, to find no sign of her husband. She frowned trying to ignore the sharp twinge in her chest.

Waiting for her on the kitchen table was a note beside a plate of cakes from the bakery, still warm and savory-smelling. Astrid picked up the note scrolled on the back of a discarded sketch:

Sorry I had to leave early. More catching up to do at the forge. See you at training!

Astrid sighed. At least he was trying to be responsible again, but why did it have to be at the cost of spending the morning together after such an intimate breakthrough the night before? She picked up a cake and stuffed it in her mouth.

***

The Zippleback was proving to be a difficult dragon to handle, but honestly, all the dragons so far had been a challenge for this bunch. Astrid’s fingers clinched around the axe handle, prepared to jump in and save Hiccup once again. What happened next shocked her.

Hiccup had driven the Zippleback into its cage with no weapon, shut the door, and casually turned around as if he’d just let a pet out to go potty. She’d been too stunned to speak up at first, but after he hurried off to Thor-knows-where, she took off to catch up with him.

Oh, he wasn’t getting away that easy! Hiccup could run off and fool everyone else, but Astrid wasn’t buying it. She dashed after her twig of a husband, ready to do whatever it took to get answers.

She caught a flash of him running toward the forge and hastened through an alley of huts to cut him off. She jumped out from between two huts, dragging Hiccup into the alley and slamming his back against a wall.

“Ahh!” Hiccup cried out, eyes screwed shut and teeth clinched. He opened his eyes, surprised. “What are you doing, Astrid?”

“Spill,” Astrid commanded. She stepped back and crossed arms over her chest.

Hiccup rubbed the back of his head, where it most likely collided with the wooden wall. “Spill what?”

“You can fool the others with your ridiculous excuse, but I want to know the truth. How did you get that dragon back in its cage?”

“I did what Gobber said to do.”

Astrid planted a hand on either side of on the wall, caging Hiccup in. In another situation, this would have been a nice position to steal a kiss. But kissing was the last thing on her mind.

“Waving your arms at it scared it back into the cage?”

Hiccup’s eyes shifted to the side for a brief second. “Yeah…” he dragged out.

The longer he sustained the lie, the more ire boiled in Astrid’s blood. She was about to yell at him when a whiff of a strange smell alerted her senses. She leaned down, sniffing his vest. She scrunched her nose as she straightened up.

Usually Hiccup smelled of smoke and ash, but not this- “Why do you smell like eel?”

Hiccup’s mouth open. “Uh…”

“I know you don’t like eel, so why do you smell like one?” When he didn’t answer, Astrid pushed a palm into his chest. “Well?”

“Okay, okay. I’ve been studying dragons a lot more lately and found out that they’re afraid of eels. Are you going to tell Gobber?”

Astrid narrowed her eyes at Hiccup’s pleading face. She could tell Gobber about the cheating in training, but everyone had been so impressed by her small husband’s achievement. She didn’t want to take that from him. Not after a lifetime of criticism. “No, I won’t.” She sighed, pondering the irony of the situation. “All that weapons training I’ve taught you and you use an eel to fight a dragon.”

“You know me—”

“The sad part is, it doesn’t seem strange for you to pull something like this.”

Hiccup grinned. “See?”

Astrid clinched her fists and growled. “It’s a good thing I like you.” She eyed him, wondering how this unconventional boy could break down the hardcore approach of how a Viking should act. That cute little gap-tooth grin of his may have played a part in it.

***

The next couple of weeks brought a few more suspicious incidents. Hiccup lulled a Deadly Nadder to sleep, coaxed a Terrible Terror back into its cage, and reduced a Gronckle into a scaly puddle of contentment – all without any force. The rest of the recruits were blindly impressed by his tricks, and even Gobber proclaimed Hiccup had a “way with the beasts.”

Astrid knew better. Every time Hiccup managed to pacify a dragon in training, she’d approach him in privacy and weed out the truth. Hiccup claimed all these tricks were from his research.

“And just where are you researching all of this from?”

“The Book of Dragons,” was Hiccup’s reply, looking her directly in the eyes.

Astrid could tell there was something off about his demeanor. His behavior was weirder than usual. Along with the suspicious activity from dragon training, Hiccup disappeared a lot. He was gone most mornings, leaving breakfast for her on the kitchen table or simmering in a pot above the firepit. He barely ate lunch with her anymore.

His excuse every time was he had to catch up on work at the forge.

Astrid asked Gobber if they’d been swamped lately, but he said the workload was low since the latest expedition had left a week ago. Three ships had sailed out that early morning in another attempt to locate the Dragons Nest. Stoick had stopped by to bid his son and daughter-in-law a farewell before shipping out. He was pleased that maybe for the next campaign they’d both be at his side. Hiccup had seemed shook by the idea, but Astrid found it a great honor to fight alongside her Chief one day.

Besides the explanations for dragon training and ducking out on meals with her, there were other things that rose Astrid’s suspicion. Like the fishy smell on his clothes. She found herself sniffing his tunic one evening after he’d changed into his nightshirt. He’d never smelled of fish before, but his green tunic held a lingering fishy odor, along with another smell that she wasn’t quite sure what it was. It was almost like the smell of seafoam and moisture.

After Hiccup managed to make the Zippleback chase its tail during training (which everyone had a good laugh over), Astrid was convinced that these tricks could not possibly be in the Book of Dragons.

The next morning, alone since Hiccup left early once again, she read through the Book, taking in every detail on every page until her eyes stung and the cake pile was crumbs.

Her heart thumped in anger as she slammed the book closed. Not one page in the entire book mentioned the tricks Hiccup had been using. Not one page! She slammed her clinched fists on the tabletop, rattling the plate nearby. He’d lied to her and now she was going to get the truth. Even if it meant forcing it out of him.

***

Astrid stormed over to the forge, ready to extract the truth from her husband, but when she arrived, there was no sign of Hiccup.

“Where is he?” she asked Gobber as he held a sword over hot coals.

“Gone. Around this time every day for the last two weeks.”

Indignation burned in her chest and lit up her cheeks. He was not only missing lunch with her, but skipping out on work in the afternoons too?

“Where has he been going?”

“To Hel if I know, lass.” Gobber shrugged before setting the sword on the anvil to hammer out. He raised his voice over the twangy beating on the metal. “I’m not his wife! You are!”

Astrid crossed her arms, seething. There was only one excuse that came to mind for all the lies and sneaking off and lack of time spent with her…

Hiccup had to be training with someone else in secret! But who was training him?

Astrid knew just about everyone on Berk, and no one had ever confronted dragons the way that Hiccup was doing in the arena.

That evening, she couldn’t look at him without anger roiling up. She’d decided to follow him the next day and confront him when the truth was finally revealed. She retired to bed early, but sleep evaded her, especially after the mattress sunk with Hiccup’s weight.

Her back was to him and her eyes stared forward in the dark as she felt him shift to face her. His hand reached out, hovering over her waist just like it used to in the first few weeks of their marriage. He was unsure whether he had permission to touch her after she’d made her mood clear that evening. He didn’t ask what was wrong and that made her seethe inwardly even more.

For some reason, even with her ire hanging like a heavy mantle on her shoulders, she couldn’t help the sharp ache that reverberated through her when he dropped his hand and turned his back to her.

***

It was ridiculous to spy on her husband, but she had to know what he was up to. There were too many lies. Too many excuses. Too many secrets.

Hiccup bid Gobber goodbye and rushed off toward the forest. Astrid tried her best to be stealthy without losing sight of him, but it seemed Hiccup knew his way through the trees better than she did. She lost him at a tree that had been broken in half, its splintered form poking into the air like long spikes.

Astrid had no time to investigate the scene. Her footsteps picked up speed as she tried to catch up to Hiccup, but it was no use. He’d disappeared into the thick of the brush.

She growled in frustration and stomped her boot. How did that little weasel elude her so easily? Did he know she was following him?

She trekked a little further, finding no sign of Hiccup. She was about to return to the village and try again another day when a black object streaked through the sky above her.

Astrid ducked, her breath catching in her throat and heart taking speed. She squinted not believing what she saw. The silhouette matched the Night Fury drawing in Hiccup’s sketchbook. As it tilted just slightly, she swore she spied a head full of auburn hair atop the black dragon. She blinked thinking she was seeing things.

The dragon glided out of sight. When she felt it was safely far enough away, she dashed off in the direction of the village. She had to tell the Chief about the most deadliest dragon casually flying about their island. She had to save her village from the destruction that was bound to come.

She leapt onto a fallen log and was about to jump off the other side, but her feet never hit the ground. Her yelp ripped through the trees as the forest floor drew farther away from her. Her heart pounded as loudly as her screams, and her insides were free falling even though she was rising in the air.

Astrid looked up to find a black claw wrapped firmly around her forearm. That claw was attached to a dragon she’d never seen before. It glanced down at her, its large green eyes observing her.

“Freya, Frig, this isn’t - AHHHHHH!” she rambled frantically as the ground sped by from a frightening height.

The supposed Night Fury was most likely taking her to its nest to make her into a magnificent feast. She’d fight with all her might to the bitter end, even if it meant jabbing relentlessly at the inside of the dragon’s belly after it swallowed her.

For a split second, the crazy notion that breaking free and falling hundreds of feet would be less painful. But the beast had a tight grip on her and wasn’t about to let go.

It suddenly descended into a cove surrounded by rocky cliffs and a crystal-clear lake set in the middle. The dragon dropped her from several feet before landing. Astrid fell to the soft grass with one final scream of horror. She jumped to her feet, swaying from the turbulence of being whisked through the air. She unsheathed her axe and let out a warrior’s cry, prepared to do as much damage as possible.

“Astrid, STOP!”

At the unexpected sound of Hiccup’s voice, Astrid halted in mid-attack stance. Her body was practically vibrating from shock and adrenaline, and she stared at Hiccup for a good five seconds to register if he were even real.

Hiccup stood between her and the black dragon, both hands held up as if keeping her and the dragon at bay. He was surprisingly succeeding on both ends.

Her wide eyes flicked from Hiccup to the dragon. It bared its teeth at her, its ears flattened to its head, and a low hiss emitted from its open mouth. She gripped her axe tighter. Her breath shuttered. The dragon was ready to attack at any second, and the only thing keeping it from that intent was her skinny, little husband.

“Its okay,” Hiccup addressed the dragon before directing back to her, “Astrid, put down the axe. You’re spooking him.”

“I’m spooking him?” Astrid looked at Hiccup like he’d lost his mind. “Who is him?”

He gestured to her then the dragon. “Astrid, Toothless. Toothless, Astrid.”

The dragon hissed louder, the sound sending a cold shiver up Astrid’s spine.

“This is my mate,” Hiccup told the dragon. He motioned at her then to himself before lacing his fingers together, “My together forever.”

At those words, the dragon’s eyes widened, his mouth full of sharp teeth closed, and he sat back on his haunches, watching her curiously.

“There we go, bud.” Hiccup patted the dragon’s head affectionately as if they were friends. They probably were, judging from this whole insane situation. “Astrid, you can put the axe down. Toothless won’t hurt you.”

“I’d rather not, Hiccup,” she replied with a sense of apprehension in her voice.

The dragon let out a low rumble as its eyes narrowed at her once more. Hiccup quietly reassured the dragon everything was all right.

He stepped slowly up to her, keeping his calming gaze on her face the entire time. He grasped the axe handle and lightly pulled. When Astrid didn’t let go, Hiccup said softly, “It’s okay, Astrid.”

Astrid felt as if she were watching herself from a distance as her grip on the axe loosened and Hiccup took it gently from her. She didn’t take her eyes off the dragon watching them.

A smiling Hiccup popped his head into her peripheral vision. “See? We can all be friends.”

All the anger and frustration she’d been storing inside her the past two weeks suddenly exploded in a mass of jabs. “Hiccup, what in Thor’s name are you thinking?!” she yelled, smacking her husband’s thin frame with balled fists. “This was your secret the whole time! You weren’t training with someone else or getting tips from the Book of Dragons! You have a pet dragon!”

The dragon snarled, moving back into a defensive position.

“It’s okay, bud!” Hiccup hunched over from her blows. “She’s not hurting me. OW! Why would you do that?!”

Astrid had snatched his hand, bending it backwards at the wrist. “That’s for all the lies!”

“Astrid,” Hiccup said through gritted teeth as he recovered from her thrashing. “Please, give me a chance to explain.”

Astrid kept her fists balled at her sides, turning up her chin in defiance. “I’m not listening to anything you have to say!”

“Then I won’t speak,” Hiccup hopped onto the dragon and offered his hand, his stupid face sincere and hopeful, “just let me show you.”

@martabm90 @chiefhiccstrid @lauracalabresi

#httyd fanfiction #hiccstrid #arranged marriage au #the home we built together #toothless

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the-storyteller-and-her-soldiers · 5 years ago

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I Think I'll Stay

Title: "I Think I'll Stay"

Word Count: 867

Warnings: vague blood mention but that's it!

Ship: The Demon and the Choir Girl (Nero x myself) (Prerelationship)

Swaddled within the velvet blanket of night, it seemed that most the world had long since drifted off to the world of dreams. With the glowing windows of houses mirroring the gleaming stars above who would flicker out when each one had finally drifted off. Although always late to rest was one young woman with chocolate tangles. Only now was Rebecca beginning her ritual to rest yet before she could even strip herself of the outfit she wore that day, a loud pounding below rang through her ears.

Wandering through the hallways of her apartment where shadows now danced, ebony pools soon found themselves staring down an ivory door. Twisting the knob with a jagged motion, the tired girl welcomed in the darkness, only to be met with a much more gruesome sight. Before her stood a man over a foot taller than her, drenched in a thick crimson and adorned with a smirk that made her heart stop mid-beat. Any other person would’ve woken up the neighborhood with their scream and slamming of the door. But she simply beckoned him inside, a tender smile gracing her lips when she softly welcomed him in.

“Another successful mission, huh Nero? What’d this world do without you?” The young girl warmly questioned while she lead him up the stairs, being careful not to trip over the slightly-too-long ash cloth of her yoga pants.

“Yup,” He grunted while clenching his fists in order to resist the urge to simply scoop the small girl up within his arms so she wouldn’t fall. “All in a night’s work.”

“I don’t know how you do it, especially with the smell.”

Nero then noticed how his hostess had puffed out her pale cheeks to hold her breath. Even now the crimson covered hunter had to hold his own breath to stifle a laugh from how cute it was. Although the girl was kept her breath to keep from gagging on the overwhelming smell of iron that permeated the air, a scent Nero had long gone numb to.

When they stepped inside the barren kitchen of the apartment, Rebecca took a step back. Her chest heaved when all the air pushed through her peach lips. “Well you know where the shower is and a fresh change of clothes is under the sink! But did you get the chance to eat yet? If you want I can heat up some of the spaghetti I made tonight for after you clean up. You’re also more than welcome to st—“

Already trudging off to the bathroom to indulge in a scorching cleaning, Nero dismissed her kind-hearted concerns. His reason was that he had called Kyrie before and even though she didn’t answer she was probably worried sick about him. When her childhood friend was long out of ear shot, the shimmering gems of her eyes darkened to inky depths. Her throat was strained when she swallowed down tears, leaving her only to whisper as she flicked off the lights, “Right… Kyrie’s the one worried sick. ‘Least I don’t have to worry about getting new pajamas then.”

About twenty-five minutes later, the snowy haired slayer creaked opened the bathroom door and briefly filled the narrow hall with light. Before he shut the bathroom light off, his stormy irises captured the sleepy lady within his sights. Her dark nightdress was also splattered in red, although the splotches were more like a petal design rather than stains. It clung to her as a cool breeze swept through her room. But as Nero watched the small girl restlessly shift in an attempt to find some warmth and comfort, his own chest harshly tightened. He shifted his weight in the doorway when he realized how quiet and empty, his friend’s for better or worse usually lively home was. Taking a few silent steps forward so that he could take his leave, big chocolate pools gazed up at him once more.

“I hope the shower was nice. Just lock the door when you leave, okay?” Rebecca sniffed, pulling a blanket over herself to hide it.

“Y’know what? I think I’ll stay…”

#self ship #selfshipper #selfinserts #self inserts #self shipping #self insert #selfship community #selfshipdom #ship: the demon and the choir girl #f/o #self insert community #self insert blog

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hellagaymccree · 7 years ago

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Just thought of something cute as a prompt if you still want one. It's that Gabe has his first real nightmare since ages, maybe after a gone bad mission and Jesse has to comfort him in the middle of the night. Your writing is amazing!

Here you go :D i think i focused more on the nightmare than the ocmfort though ._.

Gabriel had told himself he would just close his eyes for five minutes when he laid on the couch placed in his office. It was after midnight, a normal person should be sleeping, but Gabriel can’t seem to find the strength to close his eyes for more than a minute lately. His hands fidget to do something, his eyes move behind his eyelids, like there’s a light they’re trying to avoid, and his legs won’t stay put, they just want to run.It’s been like this for the past three days since Blackwatch had their worst mission of the year. They have their missions that go bad, that’s normal and Gabriel’s used to it. People get hurt, another thing that’s normal, but what’s good about his division is that they usually work under the cover of darkness. They don’t lose many people this way. They always make sure to have each other’s back, ears cleared in their surroundings and their eyes wide open for any sign of trouble. If an agent misses something, there’s always that other one that catches it.

Three days ago they were in one of their safe houses in Minnesota, waiting for any sign of the cargo ship that would land in their target’s territory with a bomb. As soon as they got the signal, they would head out. The cargo ship was delayed: first sign of something off. It caused them to stay overnight in the house and Gabriel took the first watch. Tim Phelps came in to look for some water and stayed for a while, chatting with Gabriel. Phelps is one of the few that has been with Overwatch from the start, and once Blackwatch was formed Reyes knew he wanted him in his division. It happened in a blink. Gabriel was laughing due to one of Tim’s jokes, and suddenly, the man grabbed him and turned them around. Phelps’ eyes were stroke with fear as he looked at Gabriel and then they went blank when the bullet pierced the side of his head. By instinct, Gabriel leaped back and under cover from the sniper, but his agents’ dead eyes were looking straight at him.For three nights Gabriel hasn’t been able to sleep. He hears Phelps’ laugh, remembers the name of all his fallen agents and those he lost along his way. Alberto, a friend from his youth who got his by a car one night. Lucia, his aunt who lost her battle to cancer. George, Dan, Ashely, Robert, Chris, April, Gabriela; all people he knew from the SEP that didn’t make it. Faces from civilians he couldn’t safe from the omnic crisis; they cry in his dreams for help, for their sons and daughter. For their parents and grandparents. Gabriel calls for everyone he knew, sees their faces burning in pictures and blood dripping to his feet. His skin crawls as if bony hands pull him to a void he won’t be able to escape. Sometimes he just doesn’t see those who died, but the ones that walk with him in life. Jack, he started worrying about the blonde since their SEP days, wondering if both would make it through their next dose. Ana, the sniper that keeps him grounded and always watches over them from above. Fareeha, the girl that grew on him when they met and calls him uncle, who he tells stories before bed. He could use a good story or two to sleep.He calls for Reinhardt, for Torb, for Gerard, for his other comrades and agents. He calls for Jesse, the cowboy he picked up on the desert, dehydrated and running from Blackwatch when they raided the Deadlock gorge. He thought he could run, and it surprised Gabriel he got so far and out of his sight for a day. He kept him since, turned him into a better version of what he could’ve been if he stayed with the gang. He also grew on Gabriel without the commander even realizing it. McCree appeared out of nowhere under his skin and in the back of his mind, and it seems he’s here to stay.“Boss?” He sees the cowboy calling for him, on the ground, crying crimson from one eye while the wound in his chest kills him slowly. “Jefe…” the boys echoes.“No,” Gabriel’s breath stutters.“Gabe,” the cowboy calls, but not in pain. “Gabe!”Gabriel yelps awake and grabs onto an arm that tenses, while a hand lays softly on his shoulder. “Hey, hey, easy.” He blinks rapidly, trying to make sense of what happened. The room’s only lit by the lamp on his desk like he left it while doing work to keep him busy. “It’s alright, sugar.” McCree coos as he rubs circles on the commander’s shoulder and over his back. “It’s just me.”Gabriel’s vision clears and he sees Jesse, smiling softly at him as he still holds on to Reyes. His hand is tender, but the grip is like iron. He won’t let Gabriel sink into that void. “Just a bad dream, sweetheart.”“Jesse,” Gabriel says, a little out of breath. “W-what happened?”“Bad dream, just that.”“I…” Gabriel sits straighter, looking around the office. Everything feels like an illusion. Like his mind’s playing games. He can’t tell what’s real and what isn’t. “Gabe,” Jesse whispers to him as he sits by his side and Gabriel flinches.“It’s me, Jesse,” the agent keeps moving his hand over Gabriel’s shoulder, soothing his muscle and spreading some warmth into his shivering body. “Your vaquero. I’m here, I’m not goin’ anywhere.”“Why are you here?” Gabriel asks, he needs to know this isn’t a dream. Needs a reason to believe this mirage that will twist into something morbid.“My report,” Jesse huffs, “fell asleep and left it on my nightstand.” “Oh,” Gabriel looks at the coffee table, where a paper lies on top. It has Jesse’s writing, rough looking, but Gabriel has adjusted to read it. He quickly looks at Jesse when he stands up to grab a bottle of water Gabriel left at the desk.“Drink,” Jesse tells him as he sits back by his side while Gabriel raises the bottle to his lips. “I’ll stay here with ya.” The commander stops to glance at Jesse before he drinks. “If ya want me, that is.”Gabriel gulps a good amount of water before lowering the bottle and taking a deep breath. All this time he felt like he was holding it and now he can breathe properly. “Stay.”McCree smiles softly before his hand returns to Gabriel’s back and he continues moving it in a soft circle. “Yer fine, Gabe. I’m here now, and you can rest. That was just a nasty dream but yer safe now, I promise.”Gabriel lets himself be taken care of, he doesn’t mind the words Jesse says or the names he uses. He has never minded. He lets himself be indulge in tender touches and caresses he wouldn’t in the daylight, and around base. But here in his office with Jesse, it does start to feel safer. The void fades away to show clarity, and Gabriel feels comfortable enough to fall asleep. Before he does, he requests something from Jesse, “Stay?”The cowboy continues smiling and huffs lightly before he takes off his head, leans back and pulls Gabriel closer to him. “I’ll be here when ya wake up.”

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