#how do i tag in this fandom

[uy8hg-art]

GET 'EM, CANDY

-moments later-

NO CANDY

Good thing she's got her older sister Taffy to help out!

[intangiblyyourswrites]

Heart on Tattered Sleeves

Raul’s muscles tense, fingers itching to grab the hidden blade at his waist and hurl it at the dark haired man before him. For in the short moment that Rishe is looking down, Arnold Hein had reached out and grasped the end of her pink locks, letting his fingers comb through the ends in a way that can only be described as intimate.

Pairing: Onesided Raul x Rishe

Rating: G

Setting: 7th Time Loop 5th cycle AU in which Rishe goes undercover as a maid to extract information from the infamous Arnold Hein.

Word Count: 1,189

A/N: To my Zelda readers, I’m sorry this is not a LoZ fic but I do highly recommend 7th Time Loop: The Villainess Enjoys a Carefree Life Married to Her Worst Enemy! (light novel and manga primarily; the anime is not as good imo). It has a great cast and a great time travel plot/story. I’m actually not sure if anyone in the 7th Time Loop fandom will find and read this but I wanted to get it out of my brain. Feels good to write again. 🥰

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“There’s also the option of obtaining the intelligence from someone who already has it. Even if you can’t become a noble of Galkhein, you can befriend one. This method…often employs female operatives.”

The Galkhein palace is as beautiful as it is domineering. It can be seen looming over the town long before anyone sets foot in the capital itself. Several tall spires jut into the air like spikes on a crown with several winding roads leading up to them from the main gates. Piled high along the perimeter are stones that form a wall as formidable as the emperor himself. As much as he hates to admit it, Siguel’s royal sanctuary pales in comparison both in size and fortification.

But Raul is not here to appreciate the architecture–though he does take note of the greenery and trees with branches that might give just enough height and length to trespass the walls. It is common knowledge among hunters that the brittle clay of the fortress made climbing by hand impossible, but every structure and strategy has their pitfalls or weak points; it is just a matter of finding them.

The knights guarding the gate stiffen as he approaches. While onlookers are plenty, few approach the castle directly, especially those who are not dressed for the occasion, and right now, he is dressed only a step above rags.

“State your purpose,” the one on the left grumbles, fist tightening around his spear. Perhaps Galkhein knights are trained to always be weary, or perhaps the man’s senses told him to be alarmed despite how docile Raul meant to come off.

Red eyes scope the courtyard, counting guards and scanning weapons. “Just here to pick up my sister. She’s a maid here,” he says easily, tipping his pauper hat and settling into his current disguise. There’s an unkept area on the far side of the wall that he can exploit if needed, but he is reserving that for emergencies only. Use too much and it’ll be discovered, and the treasure inside is too valuable to risk. He really should have never agreed to this plan.

The left guard grunts in acknowledgement but otherwise stays silent. At precisely a quarter past noon, he hears familiar footsteps approaching. Her footfalls are deliberate, a soft and steady cadence so that her presence can be heard. Her bright pink hair, the color of flowers, sway in the breeze as she greets the guards she past. Her smile is infectious; causes her to stand out despite the black and white uniform that is supposed to make her blend in.

She pretends that she only notices him when she nears the gates, and he does the same when she waves. “Rishe—“ he starts, but the air suddenly chills and her smile, once merely pleasant, is now radiant.

“Prince Arnold,” she bows, mirth dancing in her eyes, “What brings you here?”

He doesn’t miss her tone of familiarity, nor does he miss the icy glance sent his way by the prince. He bows deeply to avoid further inspection.

A sigh. “I’m here to ask you to bring back one of those auspicious looking fruit when you return. Oliver keeps insisting they are doing me some good.” The prince pauses, and a sense of bloodlust befalls the air. “And who is this? Your keeper?”

If Rishe notices the change in atmosphere, she doesn’t flinch. It takes Raul more effort than he cares to admit to also not react. “This is my adoptive brother!” she exclaims, their rehearsed ruse flowing past her lips with perfect precision. She threads half truths into her lies to make them believable. “The one I told you about. If he hadn’t found me when my parents kicked me out, I’m not sure where I would’ve wound up.”

He feels the appraising look more than he sees it, though the prince’s attention had shifted back to Rishe by the time Raul looks up again. “You were once a noblewoman, isn’t that right?”

Rishe nods and dips with crossed ankles, her curtsy elegant and trained. “Your Highness, I am flattered that you listen to my ramblings.”

Raul’s muscles tense, fingers itching to grab the hidden blade at his waist and hurl it at the dark haired man before him. For in the short moment that Rishe is looking down, Arnold Hein had reached out and grasped the end of her pink locks, letting his fingers comb through the ends in a way that can only be described as intimate.

“A title stripped can be restored.”

Rishe is startled but not alarmed, and Raul now knows with certainty that he will never regret anything as much as allowing her within arms reach of this monster.

“What do you mean—”

“—I’ll let you go now,” said monster interrupts, likely having caught on that Rishe is too pure to catch on to the implications. But Raul hears it, and Arnold Hein was surely counting on that. “Enjoy your outing with your…brother.”

A shiver works its way up his spine. Raul grits his teeth to keep the smile on his lips. The prince smirks and drops his hand; doesn’t even glance towards the gates as he walks away, steps heavy with authority.

Raul hates him. He has always despised Galkhein, but he loathes Arnold Hein.

The gates finally open for Rishe to come out, and she latches onto his arm like a little sister who missed her brother. “I have so much to tell you! They made me the head maid!” she says excitedly. She keeps everything coded while they are still within hearing range of the guards. They trust me. They let me near him.

“That’s wonderful,” he says instead of angrily retorting too near. “I knew no one could outmatch you.”

The truth in his lie is that to him, she has always outshined the rest. Romance is an impossibility in his field, and he never minded because no one was worth his affections. But then she came along, unassuming but full of excellence and curiosity, and the blood that pumped for Siguel began pumping for her. He can never cage her though, refuses to trap her despite being the lead hunter that he is, not when her beauty lies within her freedom. So he keeps his feelings under layers and layers of disguises that there are days even he can’t recognize them.

But the crown prince of Galkhein does not care for that. He sees a free dove and wants to ensnare her, to contain and suppress. Raul has seen how Galkhein wilts even the most vibrant flowers.

“A title stripped can be restored.”

He isn’t sure how much of their ruse the prince suspects or sees through. All he knows, as he listens to the way she covertly gives her report and hears the hint of adoration when she speaks about the man that should be their enemy, is that he needs to somehow pull her from this operation fast. Before she is harmed. Before his heart is torn to shreds.

Before Arnold Hein reinstates her noble status and puts a ring on her finger.

(Before she can accept.)

[brodudemanbroski]

me when i me when im archiv

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[official-time-loop-posts]

Thank you to @sleepnoises for making the original poll & for giving us the idea to to this :)

Sorry if we couldn’t get your favorite on here, we were limited to only 12 options (11 if you don’t include the “other” option).

[somerandomdudelmao]

Let me show you one of my original concepts :>

Because. Why not haha👍

Characters refs Masterpost

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[hellspawnmotel]

gravity falls x the night of the hunter (1955)

[ot3]

i do get why people are going so hard in on reminding each other that depicting something bad in fiction isn't the same as endorsing that thing. but also i feel like that's a talking point that cedes a lot of ground i'm not willing to cede re: the right to engage with works that do endorse a bunch of bigoted or harmful shit. interacting with a work of fiction that wholeheartedly espouses a worldview you do not agree with isn't a trojan horse that injects hitler particles into your bloodstream or something. like sometimes you read a book and your main takeaway is 'wow this author thinks women are cattle' or something along those lines and nothing about the process of having read that book has in any way damaged your moral integrity. it's fine! it's fine. you can learn a lot about yourself by reading shit that's hostile to your worldview.

[mfshipbracket]

[tommylovingho]

bucktommy + hands

[systemerrorbonnie]

has this been done already

[prisma-palace]

sorry for the recent inactivity this creature has infected my mind and he wont leave or pay rent

[hailsatanacab]

A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc

"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."

"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.

"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.

"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"

"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.

"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."

"This is where I live."

"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"

"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"

"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."

"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."

"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."

"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"

"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"

"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"

"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"

"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"

"Please, call me Bruce."

"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."

Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.

"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."

[magicicephoenix]

boy i wonder who that was…

[bluerasbunny]

hi daycare attendants,,,,, can you draw me a picture

bit of an inflated ego you've got there, sun

...at least he's having fun? guess both of them like drawing the outdoors!

[copia]

endless ghifs 33/? ⛧ source — "In God you trust!"

[somerandomdudelmao]

I’m so incredibly sane and normal about @tmnt-turtle-tunes and their new song you have no idea……