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renaisguy · 5 months ago

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Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don't reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here's to many more years spent together.

Name: Ashera

Pronouns: they/them

Birthday (no year): 6th June

Where are you from? What is your time zone? England, GMT

How long is your roleplay experience? I think it must be like 10 years technically

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? Naruto OC roleplay on Google+

How were you introduced to TOA? I played FE4 and the brainworms took over, so I started following the genealogy tag on tumblr. I kept seeing posts about X character being accepted to the officer's academy, so eventually I looked into what that was all about.

Do you have any pets? No.

What is your favourite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) My wardrobe is minmaxed for warm weather, I hate layers and I like having my window open, and having hours and hours of daylight. So summer.

What is your IRL occupation? IT.

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? Pixel art and cross-stitch, card games, social deduction games, doctor who, long walks.

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Zero escape, Aitsf, puyo puyo tetris, balatro, slay the spire, ace attorney, umineko, other vns.

Favourite Pokemon type & Pokemon: Delphox. I like dragon, fire and dark types.

Tell us some fun facts and trivia about yourself! (Optional bonus challenge: if you filled this out last year, try not to repeat what you said back then!)

I like dressing fancy. I regularly go to hang out with my friends wearing floor-length gowns, my grandad's boat cloak, and heels. I have a drag queen friend who sometimes gives me clothes he doesn't want any more, and it's great.

(Apart from the wrinkle where RD is technically my brother's and not mine) I own every FE game that got an English release.

I will always spell things the British way.

How did you get into Fire Emblem? At the time feh was released I was just playing every nintendo mobile game that came out. I thought the characters were cute and I found a second-hand copy of birthright sometime later. I then had to wait until Christmas to play it cause my brother's 3DS was broken.

What Fire Emblem games have you played? Beaten: Genealogy, Blazing Blade, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn, Shadow Dragon, Awakening, Birthright, Conquest, Echoes, 3 Houses, 3 Hopes, Engage Played a decent amount of: FE1, Binding Blade, Path of Radiance, Warriors

First & Favourite Fire Emblem games: First: Heroes/Birthright. Favourite(s): Genealogy, Sacred Stones, Radiant Dawn

List your 5 favourite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Laylea, Dew, Forde, Larcei and Jeritza. Maybe. I have too many faves.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! I liked M!Robin's art in heroes and he was the first 5* I summoned. Also I fell in love with Kaden the instant I met him cause he's cute (unfortunately my Corrin was already married)

Any Fire Emblem crushes? Like so many. For brevity I'll give the biggest one from each game: Wolf, Sonya, Arvis, Karel (FE7), Joshua/Cormag, Nasir, Reina, Jeritza, Zelkov. Shout out to Arvis for being the reason I played FE4 to begin with, and Jeritza cause the morning he became playable and bisexual I went insane.

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? I prefer to S support a new character each run cause I like filling the support log. The only time I've S supported a character more than once is the bisexual ones in 3H. So instead I'm giving my first and my favourite. Also at this point I've played 3H so much there's only like, 6 characters I haven't S supported. - Awakening: First: Miriel, Favourite: ??? - Fates: First: Jakob, Favourite: Kaden, Reina, Mozu - Three Houses: First: Jeritza, Favourite: Jeritza - Engage: First: Zelkov, Favourite: Zelkov

Favourite Fire Emblem class? Swordmaster

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? Mage cause they have cape. I'd have great stats (delusional)

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Black Eagles.

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Reason, Axes, Authority. Banes: Heavy Armour, Riding, Faith. Budding talent: Faith.

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) Firene.

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Tee-Oh-Ay

Current TOA muses: Forde

Past TOA muses? Larcei, Tine, Dew, Yune, Laylea

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? I had Larcei for over a year and honestly I'm really happy with what I did with her (even if rereading her stuff makes me cringe). So as much as I love her I have no strong reason to pick her up... apart from that swordmaster drabble I never got around to.

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) There's overlap between the 'old' and 'new' gens of my muses. There's a hotheaded sword girl, a mage with issues :tm: and a cute blond guy. I think I have an easier time writing characters that have a positive outlook, and say what they mean.

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Idk really. I don't think I'm that good at writing sad shit, so muses that have heavier stuff going on I'd struggle with.

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I like being a little silly. Some of my favourite posts have been where I've just thought up some nonsense, and allowed myself to write it.

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? I want Forde to be obliterated emotionally. I do not care if these emotions are positive or negative.

Favourite TOA-related memories? SO many this group is awesome. I loved coming back after some time off and seeing what muses were still around. There's one in particular that Larcei and Forde are both close friends with and it cheeses me so much. Anyway happyland was my favourite event ever thank you mods.

Present or past tense? Present usually, but sometimes I use past don't worry about it.

Normal size text, small text, no preference? The most formatting I do is the occasional italics.

Got any potential muse delusions to share? There is *someone* who's been on my mind... (but really I have no strong muse thoughts at the moment, and I don't think I have the energy to double muse rn)

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birdgirl-22 · 20 hours ago

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Thoughts currently in my head

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spilling my heart out

I dont have an identity i can call my own. I don't fit in, not in the fake way like an alternative person would say "im different" while having 10 friends irl and thousands of followers online, having found their own group. I mean the real way, the friends i have have identities and groups they fit into but i don't. I find my value decreases if i don't have interests i can share with them. If i pretended to like their interests that would be a terrible thing to do, not for me but because they'd think i was crazy. So i just have to watch on the sidelines. Im supposed to ignore it, just get over it like a normal person but i realize i was going about it all wrong; I cant ever be enough because i don't have an identity. Im a blank slate that copies from others, and it keeps shifting, and at the moment its nothing. I feel devoid of all life, i try so hard to become obsessed again with something, preferably something they like so maybe theres a chance i can get their attention again. For now im just their shadow, no one notices their shadow unless the light is bright enough.

I envy the rich tumblr culture, the friends everyone has, i see people pity me sometimes, and try a little to get me involved, im not ungrateful for their efforts, but the full experience is something i yearn for. When i was a kid, my best friend and i had different interests, i felt inferior though, when i tried talking about my interests it was short lived, she always got her word in about hers, and she always talked about hers. The colour black is better then blue, her superhero was better then my superhero, drag queens were cringe. I was cringe. Everyone in school knew i was cringe, she was my only real friend. I don't think i ask for the world, i ask for friendship like what everyone else has. I know its impossible to like someone who has no identity, doesn't share your interests, whats to love about them? i don't think theres anything to love about me, i don't think you can list what is to love about me anymore. Perhaps im blind to what people try offer me, maybe they have given up because of it. Is it my fault if i was blind? I got older, i made online friends through wattpad, a space i had an identity in at last. My fanfics were loved, and people showed me they loved them. They didn't always have to vote or comment, they would just read them and save it to their libraries. Or they'd just straight up tell me "please update!" "Post more" and i had my group. I had my tribe. But they moved on, people move on. I lost my friends , but it was my own fault because i got into a lot of arguments with someone, it killed my love for writing. After that i had no identity, i had short moments a few years later in college, interests came and went, but i made no friends, i had no group. Every friend disappears, yet people manage to have lifelong groups and close bonds. I don't understand what im missing. Am i trying to hard? am i too sad? but that's not my fault. then i get angry, its their fault, they should be patient, they should try harder. It cycles. I realize, when i get small bursts of rational thought, its no ones fault but mine. But that doesn't make it hurt less, i think it hurts more. I don't know what to change about myself. Motivation is gone. I just want them to notice me again. I don't want to be a background character in everyone's life anymore

"Oh yeah, she exists." . But no one gets what they want in this life, except the "cool" people with everything to offer each other. I promise i have so much love to offer if you just give me the chance.

#vent #personal

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the-fiction-witch · 1 year ago

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The Queen of Thorns P3

Media IRL X Fantasy / DND

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple Thomas X Reader

Rating smutty ish?

Please do part 3 this is so good ❤️❤️❤️❤️

this needs a part 3, it was so hooking

I agree please do a part 3

My body landed on the bed and she crawled over me her nails stroking my neck as she chuckled at me, "It's been an awfully long time since I've had a visitor thomas." She smirked, "Why don't you stay for a while."

This became a pattern, she would make passionate almost at times violent love to me, and the first chance she let me go I'd bolt for the door only to have her vines wrap around my legs and drag me back kicking and screaming, but she would always free me again once I was in the bed as if she liked toying with me, and it didn't help with each exhausting orgasm I got weaker and weaker to her, more willing, but more tried and thus unable to run as fast or as far from her.

She played with me like a cat to a captured mouse giving me room to escape only to pull my tail and drag me back again,

And this went on for days!

I hadn't slept merely at times passing out from pure exhaustion, as much as It was torture I couldn't deny it was heavenly too. I have to admit... I did kinda like being her little sex toy.

it began that I didn't even bolt for her, I merely reminded or if I did try and go it was less from fear and more just wanting to have a goddamn rest!

While she was sleeping I managed to sneak away still gasping as I went down the stairs of her tower but I merely got halfway down before the thorns wrapped around my ankles and dragged me back up to the bed, where she sat waiting for me.

"Y/n... darling... you know I can't keep up like this-" I began but she kissed me and at this point that was enough to convince me.

I had lost track of time, and days, anything other than her had been replaced in my mind, I was hers utterly and devotedly, if she wanted me she could have me, and she always wanted me, I had begun keeping track of time in orgasms, began marking days by positions, with the few rare events being my attempts to leave her bed,

I didn't want to leave her, not now. I was happy here with her but I was tired and exhausted and even just a brief walk out of the room was a nice cool change of pace.

My last time leaving the room was four missionaries and a reverse cowgirl ago so I kept away for some air and to stretch my legs only half dressed heading down through the castle even getting as far as the front gates where I leant to catch my breath and enjoy the cool air, looking out to the thorn forest.

I wonder if everyone thinks I'm dead?

Then again, is that such a bad thing? not like I had a great life, and I did owe that orc in Loslin a hundred gold.

But before I had time to really think too much the thorns wrapped around my ankle and I was tossed up into the air caught midair and dragged back into the bedroom,

"Hi," she giggles.

"Hi honey," I smiled giving her a kiss

"I missed you,"

"Humm your insatiable you know that?"

"I know," she smiled before she jumped on me again,

I laid catching my breath holding her tightly, petting her hair a little as we lay together, "Do I get an explanation of... everything or not?"

"Alright, ask away my knight."

"You cursed yourself?"

"No,"

"So the sleeping is just..."

"Me sleeping,"

"And the huge thorn forest..."

"I am the queen of thorns, always had the power."

"I see." I nodded, "The castle?"

"I wanted to be left alone, you'd think building yourself a huge castle with a massive thorn forest would be enough to tell people to fuck off."

"You would."

"It doesn't. Adventurers still come trying to take some advantage, be it the castle, the magic, the coin or even me."

"I mean... I did."

"Exactly, What did you come here for?"

"... I'm one of the few 'adventurers' yet to succeed at something. Been up and down the map looking for a quest to achieve and... I'm pretty useless."

"I don't know, I've found lots of uses for my knight."

"Humm Thank you, my queen." I smiled kissing her, "So how did the myth come about?"

"People kept coming I kept killing them, rumours swill about people going missing, people know there's a queen in the castle it doesn't take long for the myth to swirl through all the whispers and changes."

"What have you done to all the other adventurers?"

"I killed them, wrapped the thorns around them and used them as fertilizer for my roses."

"I see... this after you do like you've done to me and borderline bed trap them for... uhh... however long I've been here."

"ehh some of them," she shrugged, "If I felt in the mood, none as long as you though most a night or so but nothing more."

"what makes me so special my queen?"

"Humm your handsome, and sweet, and full of energy" she smirked, "I like my knight very much."

"Do you?"

"I do."

"I like my queen very much,"

"Do you think you'd ever... be willing to stay here with me?"

"Oh? as fertilizer?"

"No,"

"As a bed warmer?"

"No, I was thinking perhaps I could... Make you my Knight of thorns."

"You're what?"

"My knight of thorns, the big strong handsome man that I could arm with a thorn-sharp sword and dominion over the forest, he who guards the castle and protects his queen." She smiled,

"You'd really want ... me? as your Knight?"

"I would. I'm sure the myth would add you in, as the challenge past the forest that no soul survives, forever guarding his queen."

"I think I'd like that very much, and... what would the knight do while the queen 'slumbers' in wait for another adventurer?"

"Hummmm... slumber with me, there's a port bell on the bridge a mile from the castle anyone comes to try and get though the forest we will know, so we can slumber, and snuggle and... make love until we hear such bells and then we simply wait to slaughter them together when they arrive and fed them to the roses."

"Sounds perfect my queen."

"excellent my Knight" She cooed pulling us back into a kiss.

#thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagines #tbs imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas sangster imagine #tbs smut #thomas brodie sangster smut #thomas brodie sangster #tbs #thomas sangster

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gmabasic · 1 year ago

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post your big brother thots I want to know what they are !!!

ok so i have irl connections to cory and like i know that man is smart so i’m not surprised he got himself off the block and i think had he been in literally any of the other comps he wouldn’t have even been sitting on the block for a second let along dragged into whatever the fuck the “nether world” is. it sucks to see him as well experiencing antisemitism bc his last name is wurtenberger and hisam has decided that’s a “rich person name” as if he isn’t a whole ass doctor.

with regards to cirie i love that woman and i am rooting for her so hard she deserves a win but i hope she is aware of how much LONGER big brother is compared to survivor. she’s a queen i just hope she keeps her son in line

#bb25

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chaos0pikachu · 2 years ago

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Re: Cutie Pie, I feel like the age gap was really something people focused on when criticizing the show. I even saw one person argue that Lian had groomed Kuea (on MDL, so I shouldn't have expected much better). Unfortunately, I think that Western fandom has created this idea that age gaps = unhealthy power dynamics, whereas in Cutie Pie as you pointed out, Kuea (or rather, his family) have more social power due to their aristocratic background.

I do think being uncomfortable with age gaps is like, valid. What I wish though is ppl who are or at least claim to be uncomfortable kept it consistent.

Wen and Jim from Moonlight Chicken have a canonical BIG age gap, it's literally a sub-plot of their story. Jim is supposed to be in his late 30s/early 40s (hilariously, I need ppl to stop casting Earth as these older men it don't work but w/e) while Wen is in what his mid-20s at most? They have at the very least a literal decade plus between them.

Like, Kuea is older than Rain (from the info I've been able to find, Rain is 19-20 while Kuea is 20 and 21 in seasons 1 and 2) and Chay (who's 18) they're both in relationships with older dudes, and fandom doesn't infantize either character like they do Kuea. It's honestly, weird. There was a bit when Chay got this treatment, but it died down (from my observations) pretty quickly especially after the show ended.

Look, if this was real life I'd tell Kuea I'm sus of his older boyfriend b/c being 21 and married is bonkers to me personally. You're young, you barely know who you are, you still have a lot of growing to do emotionally. But it's fiction. Kuea isn't real. He'll be fine.

IRL I'm more worried about the literal government of America banning queer content - like Gender Queer - in libraries, schools, and trying to throw teachers in jail or slap them with huge fines for even mentioning or trying to teach about race and sexuality. I'm way more concerned with drag queens being harassed, called groomers (yay we're back here again! /s), threats to children, while schools aren't even safe from gun violence to which the same lawmakers just toss their hands up at and go "well we can't fix that but those DRAG QUEENS??"

I'm sorry y'all, this turned into a side tangent but it's gotta be said fandom is not activism.

Anyway in terms of Cutie Pie, Lian being older, but Kuea being from like a literal nobility class contributes to the push and pull of their relationship throughout the show. It's purposeful, because throughout the show they're constantly trying to find a balance between who they are vs how the world sees them.

#chaos pikachu speaks

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thewickedbohemian · 5 months ago

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Since people have been posting both alterhuman/nonhuman-related ones and non-related ones I've got one for each

Alterhuman/nonhuman-related: just because we may not be a part of the LGBTQIA+ community doesn't mean we couldn't have our own similar activist movement for rights or w/e if necessary (and sometimes given some news stories like the litter-boxes-in-schools thing I feel it might be verging on being necessary)

Unrelated: While I hate JKR I do still love Harry Potter as it's (in my opinion) not as problematic as you'd think as e.g. that image of goblins came before the anti-semitic stereotypes people think it's referencing (and they only had hooked noses in the movies), not every fantasy slave race is a reflection of the writer's views on black people (and there's some who might say thinking so is racist to just look at slave and see black), in-universe the Ilvermorny mascots were just magical animals that existed in that world's North America and even the parts people have said make the books transphobic don't as the point of the Snape boggart scene wasn't that Snape in women's clothes caused the laughter it was Snape in clothes so far removed from what he'd normally wear, just because Rita Skeeter is an antagonist with "mannish hands" and a colorful dress sense who spies on students probably doesn't mean she's meant to represent the right-wing conflation of trans woman and drag queen and implicitly spies on students in the lavatory, and the physically-conventionally-unattractive women weren't meant to be coded as men in dresses or w/e or one wouldn't have had a biological child. I think it was kinda virtue-signal-y (though I respect their motives) for the creators of the sortinghatchats system and the people in charge of the real-life quidditch league or w/e to change the names of the things (sortinghatchats used animals instead of house names and irl quidditch got changed to quadball) as they can't erase any trace of HP connection in those things without changing their fundamental nature so changing only the name seems a little "look, I'm doing something". I wish this Khelif lawsuit led to a domino effect that eventually led to JKR having to give up all the rights to her series so we-the-remnants-of-the-fandom could just yoink them

Y'know what, for fun.

Alterhumans/nonhumans/any other label that may apply, what is your hottest take you have?

[plaintext: Alterhumans/nonhumans/any other label that may apply, what is your hottest take you have?/plaintext]

Mine isn't anything big or dramatic, I just don't like Autumn J, I get the hype but like... I find their music mid and don't like the lyrics. That's just me though lol.

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viyagari · 22 days ago

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It’s Really One of Those Years, Eh?

I couldn't log in to Dreamwidth for some reason, so I had to go here.

First writing in 2025 and finally, an update for idk how long since I neglect my account.

It’s 5 AM, on the first day of 2025. I was forced to wake up by the sound of my cat’s auntie wailing at the door, begging for breakfast. Apparently, the door connecting the main room and the garage was opened. For a night, she was the queen of the house. I tricked her to go back to the garage and closed the door. Her reign was over. My dawn had just begun.

In a manner I found unbefitting even for my standard, I sat down and opened my laptop. As my senses started to come back to me, I typed this…essay? Confession? Whatever you call it. There’s something that I needed to let out.

What I wanted to say was…

2024 was a weird year for me.

A fact I believe nobody would be surprised about. Everybody knew last year was kind of a shitshow. Everybody was kind of unsure if this year things would stay the same, in terms of shittyness. There were so many, too many, bad things happening simultaneously. Everything, everywhere, all at once even.

A shitshow as dark as a blindfold over my eyes, our eyes.

Last year took its toll out of me, irl-wise. Right when I started to feel my age. Projects were hard to come. I made even less than the previous year. Worst election in my whole life, and even worse pre-election campaign months. Brain drain on the media, even more heinous brain drain on the internet. Kept my eyes on Gaza, the Palestinians suffered more than I did of course.

At one point, I thought perhaps it was easier to start over your country from zero. My country refused to die, yet somehow it always found a way to make things worse for itself. It kept dragging its rotten body like a zombie, and all of us who were trapped inside it.

My parents accused me of wanting the country to collapse when I debated them about the treatment of Rohingya refugees and the government’s inaction. You know what, maybe that’s right. Maybe I really wanted my country to collapse after all.

This stupid blind nationalism. Polarization even among those who were supposed to resist the government’s oppression. Police brutality went bolder for all eyes to see. Didn’t they realize that Kanjuruhan massacre was just two years ago? Oh who was I to say? Just blame the wind. Case closed.

Human tend to recall bad memories much easier than it is for good memories. It’s a part of our instinct. That’s how our ancestors survived in the wild. Little did they know it would also be the source of anguish for their successors.

This primordial instinct blinded me, and I was forced to navigate the year by haplessly feeling around. The pressure was crazy. Perhaps I’m starting to feel the psychological toll of living through the pandemic.

If you think my hyperfixation and the internet were my salvation during tough times, you’d be… I want to say “you’d be wrong”, but “you’d be right” is also valid.

I still had my DayTez hyperfixation. Past!me would’ve never written this much and made two fanbooks and a half (free paper fic). This counted as good memory. All the doujins and merchs and the printing put some pressure on me financially. And this was the bad memory, but it was entirely my fault.

First time attending Comifuro as a participant. Good memory.

Not selling even one book. Bad memory, but it was quickly offset when someone bought one on CF19 PO period.

Decided to commit to write fic in Indonesian. Bad memory, ‘cause I narrowed down my readership scope when I’m not even a big name ficcer. But it was also a good memory, once I realized that I could still write in Indonesia.

Bought a new laptop. Now I could work faster and I don’t have to struggle with outdated software. Good memory. The new laptop put a pretty significant dent in my savings. Bad memory.

Finally returned to Jakarta and met my friends. Finally got to try that Mexican restaurant and took a lot of oshikatsu pics. Finally left the house to take a temporary breather. Good memories.

Fell ill halfway through the month and for most of the time I couldn’t go to as many places that I wanted. Felt bad because I couldn’t take my friends to the Mexican restaurant because of that damn sore throat & decided to stay in one place. Awful, awful memories.

The list could go on, but I should stop before it went nowhere.

I’m thinking about cool phrases to end this nonsense. I couldn’t think of one. Maybe leaving it without one is the best option. Truth is, I still have my blindfold on. I could pry it open, puffed up my chest, and said, “Maybe there’ll be more good things next year.”

But I have my doubts. I don’t think next year will be easier for me or anyone. That alone is another blindfold to replace the one I pried open.

I guess I will still be stumbling and feeling my way up for I don’t know how long.

#viyarambles

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grimm-the-tiger · 2 years ago

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My mom is making me read Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil because the school I want to go to is in Savannah, and everything I read in that book just makes me even more convinced that the South is completely bonkers. To name just some of the weird shit that’s happened:

Some dude flew a Nazi banner to piss off the crew of a historical film. Right across the street from a synagogue.

Another dude tried to make glow-in-the-dark goldfish, but fed them too much and ended up just making their guts glow.

A transgender drag queen quit her job in the most spectacularly over-the-top fashion by grabbing all her clothes out of her wardrobe and booking it down the street.

The narrator and an old lady have drinks in a graveyard at one point. This book became famous enough IRL that people started bringing drinks to the actual graveyard.

The book apparently revolves around a murder mystery, but I’m like six chapters and over 100 pages in and so far, no one’s died.

There’s a male prostitute with a Confederate flag tattoo. That’s...that’s it, that’s my entire point.

The guy with the Nazi banner is also an antiques dealer who keeps loaded antique pistols all over his house. His roommate is the aforementioned male prostitute. I think you can see where this is going.

To be clear: the murder mystery part has still not happened. I got this info spoiled for me by the Wikipedia page.

#i'll add more later #i just wanted to recap some of the batshit Southern shenaniganery so far #midnight in the garden of good and evil #savannah georgia #reading #books #i forgot to mention the pianist with the perpetual party at his house #but oh well

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antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

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10 Anti LO Asks

1. The trial happening right now bothers me because we get to see how Thanatos and Echo reacted to this, but Demeter and Persphone don’t know and I know why they don’t know yet. However you think that would tie some more stuff up together

It was Minthe, Thanatos and Thetis who whistle blew on Persphone. Meaning Thanatos would probably be called to trial and would have to face persphone and I would hope say something to her BUT I kinda doubt that’s gonna happen.

But the other thing to this Minthe is a plant who can’t testify. Are hades and Persphone hide the fact she’s a plant and pretend she’s missing or are they gonna say “yeah I still don’t have control over my powers but I’m queen now” HOWEVER I truly believe RS is just gonna not address these two plot points until way later.

FINALLY Eros and Psyche KNOW the last person Daphne was seen with was Apollo, did they chase after her after he got shot by the arrow? We don’t know. We don’t even know what they’re doing about Psyche. Did Eros and Psyche even see the Daphne tree? Are they going to try and sneak in to tell Persphone?

I know the plots gonna focus more on HxP secret marriage at the court trial rather than the actual consequences and the fact people are turning into greenery left and right. (It’s not Persohones Faullt Daphne is the way she is but RS needs to focus on other plot points I feel)

2. like, age gaps, height differences, and power imbalances dont always have to be bad, the issue to me is that the way rachel does it is hyper-focusing on how young, small, and child-like/unexperienced persephone is compared to the old, giant, and all powerful/mature hades is like ... yeah obvs people are going to find it creepy? how would they not?

3. i honestly cant stand the "theyre immortal gods the age gap doesnt matter!!" agreement because like??? ok??? then she could easily be 300 years old then? she shouldnt be so borderline underage then?? like the immortality aspect actually makes the age gap worse, not better??

4. i realize getting nitpicky over unimportant characters in lo having american names is a bit dumb, but it does speak to just how lazy rachel is and how little care she has for greece and its mythology. there are countless english names that are also greek, yet even that's asking too much of her. percy jackson isnt a perfect series, but even the characters (who are in america) have greek influence and meanings put into their names and characterization, something rachel doesn't even attempt to do.

5. ok but thats a good point, because rachel seems to be taking physical wounds to matter more over the mental ones, when thats not how trauma works. her writing on zeus is reflective of her writing minthe, where she confirmed she has a severe untreated mental illness and that's linked to her evilness, and thus what she should be punished for. meanwhile persephone own mental issues can be bastardized as a "yass queen" thing?? somehow?? its just bad writing all around.

6. i kinda wish lo fans would listen to their own logic and give the same leeway to the other characters. theyll scream from the rooftops that hades and persephone and hera can be awful people all they want because thats ~realistic~, meanwhile minthe and zeus and everyone else are held to such extremes they can never meet and are hated and despised for nothing in compared to hxp or hera. either hold your faves accountable or let off on hating characters who do the same as them.

7. i see a lot of lo fans excuse how everything drags as "thats how a slow burn works" and its like ... no? because most of that slow burn isnt even hxp, its rachel forcing in more plots we dont need, and when its hxp, you look at the timeline and how they act and its actually neck-breakingly fast? like if as much time had past in LO as irl time then yeah, four years is a slow burn, but its only been maybe a month in comic? so its not slow for them at all, but it's a drag for the readers.

8. See, the difference between Lo!Hades and Punderworld!Hades is that PW!Hades has so much personality, he and Persephone are literally bustling with life (even though one of them rules over a realm of dead XD) AND their interactions are so cute with their awkward attempts at flirting and failure at doing so. Persephone is still somewhat sweet and “pure” but she’s also a bit of a spitfire, she’s not easy to surrender, she has wants and dreams and that little differences makes her character likable!

We NEVER get to see anything like that with LO!Hades and Persephone, we don’t see them have these sweet interactions, these heart-fluttering moments, because there’s no base or foundation for those sorts of moments! It’s always these very out-of-character unrealistic scenes expected from a married couple, but they just met! It doesn’t feel natural, it feels forced and rushed and so slow at the same time.

Although Punderworld makes Demeter overbearing, i love her characterization i really do, waAAAY more than LO!Demeter, because we actually understand her reasons for her overprotective behavior and we get to see her in a more sympathetic light/manner in the newer chapters, we see her as more than “mean mom hates bf”

9. Daphne and Thanatos were adorable. Like, Daphne was a sweet, caring girl with genuine interest (and power/agency) and Thanatos was a shy, awkward guy who was just doing his best (and not pressuring her). They weren't perfect, but it was something! Why couldn't LO be about them?

10. What I find funny is that Minthe and Thetis have a more defined friendship than Persphone and other female characters.

Minthe and Thetis ARE TOXIC don’t get me wrong but both characters are aware of each other’s motives. Minthe knows not to trust Thetis fully and is straight with her on her opinion of Thetis. But the readers clearly know their relationship as well as the characters.

Persphone is in gray areas with most her female friends. The beginning of the story we are lead to believe Artemis and P are besties with the dress sharing and the way in P’s mind they’re holding hands with Hermès. But clearly now their relationship is a question mark and they’re both more detached than we thought. Artemis was just being nice to P letting her stay with her because they’re both in the TOGeM but they’re probably more like acquaintes at best.

Daphne and P we know they’re friends but P isn’t straight with her. Like Daphne is P’s only named friend, but did P think of her as the other overbearing nymphs? We don’t know because they’re all pink and some of them are dead. Despite being told they grew up together we don’t even know much about their relationship what do they like about each other? Does Daphne agree with Demeters parenting or P’s need to leave? When did Daphne get to move to Olympus? I feel like the plot just says “these two characters are friends “ but doesn’t elaborate much. Why did P let Daphne in her room at Hades mansion and not the other nymphs? P told Daphne that Apollo is dangerous, but it was a little too late. Also why didn’t P have her phone number when she got to Olympus? Wouldn’t she know to contact her on insta or something? P was like “omg I know no one except Hermès “ but that’s not true! Daphne! I could go more but I think we get the picture that Daphne’s plot point is having the readers be told Persphone has friends but she doesn’t but she does.

Were shown that P and Meg are getting along because P was nice to Meg, despite Meg being silently jealous of P, but what about Meg now? Is she ever gonna tell P that she’s jealous of P that she had a mad crush on Hades, even her journal? Or is that all gone now? Does Meg even matter any more or is she now here just to support HXP?

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

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bogkeep · 3 years ago

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Completely random question I know. But if the Iphimery royal family had a family board/card game night who of the currently existing royals would be best at which types of games?

FUN AND INTERESTING QUESTION....... let's see if i can. wring my brain for some Thoughtse on this. i absolutely do not have the bandwidth to worldbuild iphimeric board games so i'm just gonna substitute with irl games.

(also the royals i haven't designed yet DO exist but their shapes are still so vaporous in my mind i will let them take the time they need to crystallize)

- the queen is superior in all strategical longform games like risk and settlers of catan. i don't actually know these games very well because i can't even handle the idea of playing them but i IMAGINE they require BRAIN LOGICS and STRATEGY and PLANNING and adafera is really good at that. she's just got a really sharp mind for it that she hones like a fine blade on a regular basis. nobody wants to play these games with her because she just outmatches everyone instantly and it takes all the fun out of it. it is, however, a very fun time to invite an unsuspecting ambassador or another important political figure to a game night and watch them get destroyed.

- alphecca is like, ACTUALLY good at these games too, but they ALSO have a habit of overthinking it a little too far. it's like, they think the perfect strategy to win, but then they KEEP thinking, and have thus overcomplicated their plans and ideas to the point where they just start losing. if they had a little bit more confidence in their gut instincts...! they do a lot better in card games, but not card games that require bluffing, and only turn based card games and not the fast grabby stress ones. also yahtzee. they have ridiculous dice luck and they do not trust it.

- aljanah is good at the bluffy card games as well as the dice games. he COULD be sharp at longform strategy games as well, but those take EFFORT so he prefers to find troll strategies that don't let him win necessarily, but are massively annoying to others and entertaining to him. he has pretty nimble hands for fast games that don't wait on turns as well, and it's a lot easier to drag him into those. he hates waiting for turns So Much. it's also worth noting he takes his role as family dissappointment very seriously and his goal is to either 1) not participate in game night or 2) ruin game night for everyone else. do not EVER play uno with aljanah if you value your sanity.

- adhila has a lot of bravado and shit luck in games. she is pretty good at Fast Games that require quick short-term thinking. she takes every game VERY SERIOUSLY and will, 9 out of 10 times, end up in a heated rivalry with her brother aljanah who is obviously playing just to rile her up. if she is able to focus on her goals she is a formidable player, but she always gets so swept up in getting back at aljanah. her PRIDE IS AT STAKE. HER HONOR. HER NAME. i would say she's an overall all-rounder, but i think she would love some of my personal fav boardgames that i have from czech - one called 'gold castle' (zlatohrad) and one called 'dragon heart' (dračí srdce). also carcassonne and citadel and yknow what if it's got castles she's into it.

- they would also invite florence fable to game nights sometimes if they can coax him out of whatever project he's deep into! he's a chess guy. he'll even beat queen adafera at chess. how much of a danger he is in more multiplayer games will depend largely on how invested he is. if he's just there to chill and be social he will just go with the flow and sort of hang back and let the drama between aljanah and adhila unfold like a personal theatre show, while his mind is still occupied with Engineering Project. but if he feels properly challenged and enriched he will meticulously take apart his opponents piece by piece and they won't even know until it's too late. it's a roll of the dice what you'll get at any given night haha

#iphimery #haiz writes #IS THIS ANYTHING #most of my childhood experience with boardgames was playing with a pair of brothers if that makes it make sense #i have a younger brother of my own but our relationship is nonexistent so spiritually i am an only child

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forjongseong · 2 years ago

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PART 9! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Jay mopping the floor, using the mop handle like a microphone stand.

we already KNOW thats him irl dhsjakdhajk

“Let me love you,” he sang, dipping you and kissing your collarbones. “Good morning, my queen.”

me giggling all ugly and shit MORNING JAY

He’s really a malewife at this point, you thought.

MALEWIFE DHSJAKDHAJK teach me how to make mine one too

“I checked last night and I think you’re running out of pads, but I forgot which one you use,” Jay explained, stepping closer to the shelf of pads. “Is it this one?” He asked, pointing to a pink packaging.

no really, jay. HOW DO I TEACH MY BF THESE MANNERS? THANKS

“Because being a woman is fucking expensive, love,” you chuckled as you replied to him.

DUDE this is so true. pads are fucking expensive. i said the exact thing to my man too when we had to run to the store to buy me some dhajskdhjakdhak he was so shocked at the price ):

You laughed at his reaction and gave him a pat on his shoulder. “You’re a good man, Hwi. If you’re dating someone, let me know. I need to make sure she’s not taking advantage of my assistant.”

I WILL NEVER TAKE ADVANTAGE OF THIS BEAUTIFUL MAN OMFG DONT DOUBT ME

“Jay,” you whispered, “I don’t think I have the energy to do anything.”

GIRL SSSSHHHHH HE WANTS IT HE WILL DO IT

“You mean like… somnophilia?” Jay asked.

THE WAY I FUCKING GASPED WITH MY JAW DROPPING. THE QUEEN HAD SPOKEN INTO THE MIC, JAY. DO AS THE QUEEN SAYS AND STFU

Jay closed his eyes and bit his lips, almost as if he was imagining it happening. “Please don’t judge me, but that actually sounds hot.”

JUDGING U, JAY e_e

“Because you should give people the stuff that you like,” you answered, remembering that it was a lesson your parents taught you when you were young. “I’ll finish the gingerbread latte.”

“It’s okay, baby, I’ll drink that one.”

THE WAY WE TALKED ABOUT THIS SCENE WHEN U WENT AND GRABBED BOTH DRINKS TOO omfg nana now seeing jay in display im crying bye

“Oh, it feels nice to be called appa by a daughter,” he said, placing a hand over his chest sentimentally. Jay rolled his eyes and just dragged his father to the front door.

LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO JEALOUS JAY I AM WHEEZING

“Sweetheart.” Jay’s mother turned to face you, wiping her hands on her apron before she put her hand under your chin to tilt your face up. “You’re not letting anybody down as long as you love him. And believe me, he adores you.”

from experience, FELT. you never wanna disappoint anyone and try so hard to learn to do something for the one you love. and sometimes, you feel like you have no one to turn to or tell to even though you should be able to tell that certain someone. fhjaskdhjak sorry for blabbering T_T like myself for example, i was really afraid to be a part of my bf's family when he proposed. i was scared that i wasnt going to live up to anyone's expectations. but his mother really helped me because i didnt have my mom to teach me while growing up and i didnt know how to do anything. so im very thankful for all of this hdjaskdhjak OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME

“I’ve noticed that you’ve been slapping my ass quite often,” you commented, taking a cotton pad and drenching it with micellar water. “Do you like it that much?”

“Can’t really blame me. You’ve got a cute ass,” Jay shrugged, reaching for the remote.

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH THE ASS SLAPPING SCENE DJAHSJDKASHAHAHAHA I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS MOMENT

At the same time, Jay spotted you from a distance, and he sent you another text as he smiled, keeping his eyes on you.

I GUSHED AND MELTED AND SCREAMED SO LOUD HAHA

“Guys,” she said, flipping her hair back to look at the rest of the group. “Jay’s auntie is here to pick him up.”

NO WONDER SHE'S AN EX-GF LMAO BYE BITCH

Jay moved to shield you from their stares and gave you a warm smile. “I’ve talked with them enough. I’d rather keep you company now. Two minutes, okay? Don’t go anywhere.”

S T A N D A R D <- DONT TALK TO ME IF U AINT JAY

“Baby?” Jay sat up, watching as you made your way to the kitchen.

BABY T_T im sitting back down

He moved closer to you and took your hand, bringing it up to his lips for him to kiss.

WHO PUT ONIONS IN FRONT OF ME?

“For the first part, you can say my parents raised me well,” Jay explained. He put his finger under your chin and tilted your head up. “And for the second part, I just watched a lot of porn and romance movies, to be honest.”

HAHAHDSHAJKDHAJKDHAJKS SHUT UP JAY IM WHEEZING

“I read a lot of smut,” you said, matter-of-factly.

THE EXPOSURE SADFGHJK BYE

“I’m gonna go shower, and if you’re still working by the time I’m done, I’m gonna get mad,” Jay said. He leaned in to kiss the top of your head before disappearing. You just smiled and continued to work.

ouuuuu so scary~

“Your hands can continue to be occupied,” Jay said, his hot breath tickling your thighs. “Please stroke my hair.”

BRUHHHHHHH omfg ofc jay anything for you!

“That’s sexy,” Jay commented. You just raised your eyebrows and nodded. “You’re sexy.”

THIS IS SENDING ME BYYYYYYYYYYYE I AM GONE NOW

“But wear the kimono again,” he requested. “It’s a great color on you.”

#TEAMFERAL

“You made me wait for sex for two days?!” Jay spat.

THE WAY I LAUGHED BECAUSE HIS ASSHAT DHJASKDHJASK HE DIDNT ASK EARLIER LMAO

The actual late-night snack can wait.

CRYING YELLING PUKING

NO BECAUSE I ALREADY FORGOT WHAT I WROTE HAHAHAHHA READING THIS MADE ME THINK A LOT LIKE what scene is this??? did this happen??? KAJHDSJKASHDSA

glad some parts are relatable! sometimes when I write I worry if the scene is too perfect or too good to be true but then comments like yours remind me that LIFE IS LIKE THAT sometimes

NOW GO DESTROY PART 9.5 BEFORE I RELEASE PART 10

#nanaanswers #nanafeedbacks #fic: al caer la noche #from.genie

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soliverse · 4 years ago

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Beautiful/Dirty/Rich (teaser)

reader x nct’s china line (wayv + renjun and chenle)

senator!kun

bodyguards!winwin and lucas

tabloid reporter!renjun

(the rest of the other members’ roles will be revealed in the main fic)

genre: smut, angst, romance, dark comedy

(I still haven’t decided to make it a series or post it as a full-length fic. help me decide)

warnings (for this teaser): media manipulation, a curse word (because this is a soliverse fic)

word count for teaser: 801

synopsis: You’ve managed to bag a Senator for a husband, dragging into the chaotic world of politics. You’ve learned that the best thing about being a powerful man’s wife is you get to share the power with him.

inspiration:

Loosely based on Crazy Rich Asians, the song Beautiful, Dirty, Rich by Lady Gaga, irl politics because that is a mess by itself.

networks:

@nctcreations @kdiarynet @kpopscape @kwritersworld @neowritingsnet @czennienet @nct-writers

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People say that there are three easy ways to get a better life: be born into a wealthy family, marry rich, and be a politician.

Your engagement with Qian Kun just completed your trifecta.

As your country’s representative to the world’s biggest beauty pageant, you’ve managed to catch the eyes of men looking to get their hands on you.

You got actors, athletes, models. But all of them are such a bore. What they wanted is someone to show off with, a temporary arm candy to boost their popularity and masculinity.

And then you met a Senator, who promised you the world the second that he laid his eyes on you.

And last night, you finally made it official. Your publicist and his managers made sure to let every media outlet know about the surprise engagement. It was ridiculous enough to spread like a rumor, and that it was from an anonymous source, but everything was going according to plan.

It was the morning after and everyone has been either blowing up your phone to get a hold of you or has been hogging Kun’s secretary for hours now.

Who wouldn’t? It’s always a scandal whenever a public figure dates a fellow public figure, even more so when she’s half his age.

Everybody needs the scoop, and they need it now.

The paparazzi flocked in front of the studio that you’re supposed to work today. Cameras are already flashing even before you step out the vehicle. But one thing that you like about your future hubby is that he always planned ahead.

As an early wedding gift, he gave you his most trusted bodyguards.

One of them is Sicheng, as they call him. The guy means business, and can be described as a man of few words. He rarely ever talked to anyone, mostly sending his orders to the other bodyguard, another tall gent called Lucas, and he would be the one explaining to you what to do.

Upon looking at the crowd outside, everyone realized that the crowd was even denser than what you initially expected. Sicheng acts right away, motioning Lucas to lend his ear to whisper something.

You found out soon after that it was for Lucas to explain the new security plan to your team of stylists. He enthusiastically explained the procedure in full detail how everything should go before facing the media. With him are two other men, the names must’ve slipped from your head, but you know they’re just as reliable. They are there to protect the Senator’s future wife, after all.

“Ma’am, are you ready?”

Sicheng asked you from the backseat, preparing themselves for the outpour of media outside.

“Ready when you are.” You grinned as Lucas finally opened the door for you, drowning you with the sounds of camera shutters and the buzzing of their voices, trying so desperately to get a statement from you.

With your rehearsed beauty queen smile, you managed to wave at everyone, making sure that everyone gets a glimpse of your expensive engagement ring while your bodyguards try their best to control the crowd.

Questions are being thrown at you left and right.

Is it true that your father bribed the judges so you’ll win the pageant?

People think that you’ve been dating Senator Kun for at least a year now. Are you the reason for him and Mrs. Qian’s divorce?

You’re just the same age as the Senator’s youngest kid, what do they say about this?

You’re used to them by now, so you just let them fly over you. After all, they’re just baseless accusations. At least that’s what they think it is.

However, one reporter in particular piqued your interest. A male voice managed to pierce through the chaos and reached your head just in time before you entered the building.

“How does it feel being the Senator’s new slut?”

You stopped on your tracks and turned around as gracefully as you can, turning your gaze to the familiar voice that asked you a question.

It was Huang Renjun, still the asshole that he is, gripping the camera hard while glaring at you in disgust.

Your smile grew wider, making the decision to hide yourself on Lucas torso, but leaving enough space so he could see you mouthing your response.

“Fuck offf, Huang Renjun”

You didn’t wait for his answer and walked away with your head held high, doing your best to not to lose the smile and the attitude. It wasn’t time to let them know the details yet. They just got to have to keep on begging you for more.

This is your new life after all, and you’ve asked for it. It’s better to develop a thick skin from now on, or the world you’re about to enter will eat you alive.

taglist: @johnyusangel

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the-fiction-witch · 2 years ago

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The Spoils Of War P9

Media IRL X Fantasy

Character Thomas Brodie Sangster

Couple TBS x Reader

Rating Smut + Dark

Series The Spoils Of War

Smut: Fondling / HJ / Cowgirl

I stood by the mirror getting into my nice little dress, it was going to be much like a party I suppose, the rejoice across the kingdom at new royals taking the throne, as well as the execution of a madman.

"How the hell do you stop it falling off your head" Thomas complained behind me making me giggle as I saw him in the mirror dressed fairly well too much like how he arrived at the castle to collect me, battling with the crown as it constantly slipped off his head every time he so much as breathed I giggled and took the crown quickly before it tumbled off his head again

"straight back, don't slouch, suck in your stomach," I said making him do as I had said "Then we sit" I smiled sitting it back on his head

"I don't have much of a stomach to suck"

"then take a big breath in and hold it in your diagram" I explained

"I feel so unnatural I'm meant to walk around like this?"

"Welcome to royalty my love" I smiled

"This is how you feel all the time?"

"Yes I do"

"My God, I understand why you always wanna sit down," he says

"Oop!" I giggled catching the crown as it again toppled from his head "alright, then we cheat" I smiled

"what are you doing?"

"They both have little secret sections on the inside in case we have these kinds of troubles, you tie your hair around them, then they can't fall off" I smiled as I began working tieing his hair around it

"Doesn't that mean it's a nightmare to take off though?"

"Yes. but it stops it falling off your head during ceremonies and such" I explained "Just means you need a little help at the end of the day"

"Alright, so long as you help me out of it again"

"I will" I giggled "I promise"

"Good,"

"There we go" I smiled "That now should not fall off your head"

"Thank you,"

"It'll be okay for the execution, and other little rare occasions you'll wear it"

"Arthur wore it all the time"

"well... Arthur had issues. with his confidence around the crown so he liked to wear it all the time" I explained

"Maybe because he wasn't snuggling with his queen"

"How did everyone know about that?" I asked doing my make-up

"Ohh come on it was commonly known before you two were even married that he.... enjoyed his servants and advisors" he explained "How did you think I and the rest of the kingdoms knew you where still a cute little virgin"

"Still" "I know. Later my queen" he smirked kissing my forehead

I smiled holding Thomas' hand tightly as we walked down the castle steps into the courtyard where our army all stood, and there in the centre in chains was the cause of all this trouble. The southern king, the invader of my kingdom, murder of my first husband, usurper of my throne, having imprisoned me and shoved me off to a lord he owed debts like I was a horse or a bag of gold, held my throne long enough to destroy my kingdom and my legacy, and dragging the man I love across the land to war and he now stood in chains in our courtyard. We walked down to the courtyard close enough to him to see his forsaken face. "evening" "You evil bastard" he grunted at us "Do you have anything to say for your self before your execution" "You boy. Will never be a king. Bastard boy of a southern lord rasied alone by a whore, the only reason your daddy didn't want you six feet under was because his favorite little whore got sick of him and bit his balls off. Just because you think you defeated me, set the crown apon your head doesn't make you the king." He spat "neither does fucking that little whore of yours" Before he could say another word Thomas hit him hard enough it clearly caused him pain putting a dagger to his throat "I would think you'd have leant by now. Not to disrespect her. She's not some little whore, she's the princess you uprooted from her throne, she's is my queen" he told him "is that all?" "Yes. Go on then you jumped up little shit. Kill me. I assure you that crown will slip from your head before the year is out" "Why?" "Even in death they will follow there rightful king" "Your men turned on you in battle. Left the castle and you defenceless, ran from invaders, you clearly are not there rightful king" he told him "ready the archers!" "Archers?" I asked I looked and saw on the walls of the keep arches, as many as I knew we had, all aimed at him ready to spear him with so many arrows there be no hope of survival I watched as they all readied taking aim apon him but I felt a strange feeling in my stomach. "Stop" I spoke up making everyone seem confused Thomas gave me a concerned look as if asking what the hell I was doing but without vocalising it "adjust your aim. I want ever arrow to fall at his feet" I ordered not a soul moved "Do as your queen commands" Thomas told them They launched there arrows and not a single one hit him all landing inna mess of wood at his feet. "I believe you do not deserve the mercy of death by our skilled archers. You deserve nothing but pain, darkness, and suffering. For everything you have done" I told him "you forced men from there homes, from the arms of the women ans children they love to March north, a battle you knew was likely to fail, a battle you knew most of them where to die and most didn't even want to go, but still you marched them on the wall without care, without concern, without mercy. All because you wanted a crown that was never to be yours, you had no right to it, no claim to it, no single thread that you in any way deserved a crown apon your head. The only reason you even held a southern crown was because you happened to have fallen from the correct woman's pussy to hold it. You marched an army around the south ripping men, and boys from there hopes to fight a war to boost your already heavily over inflated ego" I explained the shuffling and movement of the county yard now silence, even the wind seemed to silence keeping the air still as the sun slowly began to set below the keeps walls, "yet still you marched this attack, on to castles and keeps in the southern and northern kingdoms, any who choose not to side with you, you'd gut them like fish apon there castle steps, you burnt villages, starved towns, casued such a fear in parents in the city that they sent there children to the far north to protect them, they'd stand at the coaches kissing there children as young as two goodbye knowing they would never see them again, sending them to unknown places in the north, a place known to be deadly and inhospitable. You took my first husband from me before I even knew him myself to fight your war, you cut off his head and held him on a spike like he was a hunting prize, and you held his head at the front of your army as you came into my city. My home. You raped women and girls as young as ten, chased and trampled children, burnt houses, looted buildings, destroyed everything that those people held dear to them, walked over there mutilated bodies like it was nothing, like they where just an obstacle. You imprisoned me and let me watch the city I knew burn, you usurped the throne that was rightfully mine, sat in it like you where a child with no respect for the thousands of years of those who had sat in it before you," I explained "you took residence in my home, destroyed art, sculpture, papers and books older then you could even understand burnt the scrolls of those who built the very castle you took, you sat a crown apon your head, a crown of old vallenia a crown made for a king to sit apon the head of every king ever to rule. You had no respect for the people, the history, the rules and laws of this world. You where no king. You where a jumped up commander with delusions of grandeur" I explain "you gave me away like a horse to your commander as if I was nothing." I said a tear in my eye "you have me to a man who for all your knew would abuse me and kill me, but you happened to give me to a man who truly loved me, more so then anyone I have ever known before, and even then you couldn't leave well enough alone, you came into our home, threatened to take me away like he was your child and I was some toy you had bought for him, you threatened to kill me, to use me in sick perverted ways, hurt me in your attempts and treated my second husband like a child, you disrespected us. Under our own roof. You then proceeded to force the man I love into war with you, knowing still that your armies where out numbered outskilled and outmatched in all ways and yet still you risked there lives for your ego to hold onto something you should never have been had. I risked being a widow twice before even knowing the touch of a man, and still when taken prisoner and the crown rightfully in the head on the man I love you still disrespect us, treat is like your bastard children, demanding Respect that you are not owed let alone deserve. You treated me like I was nothing and then cower then that concert comes back to bite you in the ass" I warned "I am y/n y/l/n, daughter and only child of Marcus and petroca, princess of all of the northern kingdom, last daughter of a dynasty that has ruled this land for the last two thousand years, queen of the north and her dominion, you had no right to give me away, no right to claim my throne for yourself, you do not own me. I am the last of the royal bloodline, the daughter of a dynasty of blood that has spanned longer than anyone dares to recall, born and bred to rule, to sit on a throne build generations ago and lead a whole world without question or resistance from any man, lord or peasant. My kingdom and castle may have been mutilated, my history lost to time, my people abused and mistreated, but you cannot break me. You should have killed me when you had the chance for like a deadly weed if all of it is not destroyed It will return to your detriment." I told him "mercy is not even a word I wish to consider when it comes to you" I told him "bring me a light" I said to the commander who stood by a flaming light he nodded and handed it to me "any last words?" "Fuck you, you pompus little bitch" he screamed at me "Classy. Dignified. And all I can say is... Long live the king" I smirked throwing the light onto the mess of arrows below him it took quickly turning inna few seconds into a raging fire he tried to fight, tried to escape but there was no use, as the flames free higher and his screams grew louder he swore, and cried, and screamed, and begged for mercy, begged to be given the quick release of death, but no. I found a Catholic joy in watching him burn, to almost see the door to hell opening to swallow him for his crimes, the fire lit the courtyard and threw hellish shadows on the castle towers, as the sun set below the walls the fire all that lit us at all, flames dancing across the skin of everyone here, and soon enough his screams silenced "The king is dead." The commander spoke up breaking the silence we had been stood in "Long live the king!" Many shouted beginning to as they always did at the death of a king, proclaiming to the next one "No" Thomas demanded and silence washed over the castle again "Long live the queen" he smiled he took my hand giving it a gentle kiss before he moved to his knees bowing his head to look only at the floor, everyone then took the same matra shouting it enough it echoed thought the sky, many joining him in bowing to me.

After climbing the long seemingly infinate stairs back to our tower bedroom I sighed "You are a very complicated woman" Thomas spoke up having shut up our door "I am?" "Ummmm. You can be. When you wanna be your my cute little innocent princess who needs me to kiss her boo boos and whines because I dare leave the bed when she wanted a cuddle. And then you turn around and pull stuff like that, being a hot, sexy, powerful queen" he smirked giving me a cuddle "I'm sorry..." "Sorry? It's amazing!" He says giving me a kiss "you are full of surprises, and I can't wait to find out more of them" he says "now will you please undo the knots in my hair and get this junk of metal off my head" "Yes Thomas" I giggled helping him take it off, I removed my own sitting them both in the side by the mirror and we both began to get changed ready for bed "what are we gonna do tomorrow?" I asked as I changed "I don't know, we shall just have to see where the day takes us" he smiled climbing into bed "you coming?" He asks tapping the space beside him "Of course!" I smiled jumping in the bed and laying on his chest squeezing him tightly "Ummmm I missed being snuggled in bed with you so bad" "I missed it too" I smiled 'my favorite pillow went away" "Well I'm home now. And I'm not leaving you ever again" he says kissing my head "come on let's get some sleep" he says extinguishing the candle and plunging the room into darkness, I smiled holding him close nuzzling and cuddling with him for a good while but I couldn't escape this though at the back of my head "Psst" I whispered No response "Thomas? Are you still away?" "Ummmm?" He groans "Sorry I didn't want to wake you" "You didn't wake me darling, what's the matter?" "Nothing" "Nothing?" "Umm I wanted to tell you something" "Okay, can it wait till morning or do you wanna tell me now?" "Now" "Alright. Go on then" he yawns "I think I'm ready" "Ready.... To sleep?" "No" I giggled "...........oh. oooohh!" He says "yeah? Tonight?" He asks stroking my waist

"If you'd like to"

"I'm good with tonight if you are?'

"I think so"

"Come here" he smirked pulling me closer gently kissing my lips, I happily kissed back gently we laid kissing for a good while often his hands stroking across my skin and my nightie "we don't have to do anything you don't want to"

"I know"

"I don't want you to think you have to just because I want to or because I'm home or anything else. I only want to if you do"

I smiled and sat up moving to sit on his lap

"I want to" I smiled

"Whoa... okay" he smirked very excited having me sat on his lap his hands on my hips stroking me gently "you sure you wanna do this?"

"I'm sure" I nodded

"Okay, this... the way you wanna do it?" He asks glancing to my hips as he licked his lip a little and I nodded "ummmm okay," he smirked sitting up enough to gently kiss me his hands stroking the back of my nightie as we kissed I moved my hands up his stomach walking my fingers up his chest stroking his skin, he returned the favor and moved to cup my breasts in his hands gently fondling them though my nightie groaning gently into our kiss "fuck. They've grown since I felt then last" he muttered leaning his forehead on my own

"Well it was a long time ago" I giggled

"It was. I'll have to make up for all that... lost time" he smirked grabbing my ass hard "fuck. I've missed you." He groans "did you wanna keep your pretty nightie on or take it off?"

"Which would you rather?"

"I'd rather however my queen is comfortable" he answered

I smirked and slipped off my nightie throwing it on the bed

"Fuck you look good naked" he groans pulling me back to kissing him, I smiled moving my hips closer slipping my hand down his stomach to meet the shorts, instantly I felt his hard on he pulled back gasping as he looked at my hands gentle grip on him "that what you want?"

"Umm Humm"

"Yeah? My pretty little princess want my cock?" he smirked

"Queen" I remind him tapping his nose

"My queen wants my cock so bad why does she just take what's hers" he smirked at me

"Remove your clothes"

"Yes my queen" he smirked slipping his shorts off leaving him naked too..

I smirked kissing him passionately he happily kissed back clearly over egar slightly grinding himself on me

"Excitable aren't you" I smirked holding his hips so he couldn't grind

"How can I not be? I got a taste that night all those years ago, I've wanted to continue ever since. And I've been away from my beautiful queen for so long. I need her desperately"

"I'm sure you do. But your queen shall take her time" I smirked moving my hand down to gently take a grip of his hard erection he gasped biting his mouth I smirked being slow and gentle with him which seemed to only wind him up even more, Once he got fully hard so much I couldn't even squeeze him anymore he was so hard I gave his lips a little kiss and moved back

"Noo...my queen-" He began panicking I was stopping but I gave his head a gently kiss "Uhhhh! No no No! My queen please I'll cum if you do that" He whines

"Already?"

"I've missed you so badly, wanted you so long you can't do that to me I won't last" He groans so I smirked and took him into my mouth gently sucking the moment I did he grabbed my shoulder and tried to mouth fuck me in desperation clearly already more than close so I moved away from pushing his grips away

"Bad boy"

"I did warn you, Please my queen."

"alright, but behave yourself" I warn moving to his lap again it took a couple of tries before He slipped inside me It felt strange being stretched from the inside his head against the headboard moaning loudly with each inch deeper he went

"Ughhhhh fuck you feel so good!" He groaned "so tight. My tight little virgin queen"

"Not anymore" I smirked gently moving my hips to ride him

"No. not anymore. I get to fuck the sweet little virgin queens innocence away"

"what innocence" I smirked pulling him into a kiss he happily kissed back his hands stroking my hips as I began to get faster his hands slightly guiding me his hips meeting mine often making me groan feeling his deep thrusts hitting into such sensitive places

"You can be innocent when you wanna be, but I rather like my sexy in charge little queen" he smirked "fuck I'm close y/n"

"already?"

"You feel too good. I promise I finish before you I'll burry my head between my pretty queen's legs till I make it up to her" He smirked

"Or" I smirked moving one of his hands off my hips as I moved up sitting it gently under me

"Yeah? slow or... merciless my queen?"

"I think you know the answer to that" I smirked as I got faster he smirked back and began rubbing fast and hard on my clit causing me to moan and tighten myself around him making his thrusts hit my sensitive spots much easier, we kept kissing and griping on each other at times scratching across the other's skin as it was clear we were both getting close

"Y/n! darling! Princess I'm gonna cum!" He groans burying his head in my neck kissing my skin like crazy and groaning with each of his breaths "Ughhhh, I've desired you since the first moment I saw you, uhhh you teased me all those years ago got me so close and then abandoned me, wouldn't even let me take it when you where my prisoner, fuck! your an evil little thing, your an evil sexy queen been wrapped in a sweet virgin princess dress too long, uuuughh make me cum my queen! make me cum! and I swear I'll be your salve the rest of my life"

"Uhh Thomas please. just a little longer" I pleaded knowing how close I was

"I'm not sure I can much longer!"

"AAHHHH!" I squealed hitting a wall of intense pleasure so much I squirted down him grabbing him hard in my grip clawing down his back as I felt this wave wash over me curling my toes, making my hands dig my nails in, my whole body shaking the moment I did his eyes rolled back and he held me tightly too digging his nails into my ass feeling him so as deep in me as possible burying his seed inside me we both collapsed his back against the headboard and me against him, getting our breaths back I felt so hot so sweaty and out of breath like I'd ran a marathon. after a little while my mind cleared and I could breathe properly again, I couldn't help but giggle looking at my naked body sat on his lap in our bed, sweat and other sexual juices coating us both his seed slowly leaking out of me around his shaft his grip softened to simply stroking my ass now as he was still struggling for breath but couldn't help his giggles to at the sight of us both

"sorry... kinda... uhh lost it for a while there"

"Yeah me too," I giggled

"I uhhh I really needed that."

"you can tell. was I... okay?"

"You were fantastic my queen" he smiled pulling me into a soft kiss "How... did I do?"

"spectacular my king"

"Good. we should properly get to bed. it's late"

"Yeah we should" I nodded I moved back and he pulled out so I laid in the bed we cleaned up a little of the various mess we had made

"Whoa. I have never made that much in my life"

"Ohh with who?"

"what?"

"what are you comparing it to?"

"Ohh me on my own. this is like three on my owns. which is converting because most of it was inside you"

"guess you really needed that then"

"I did. my lovely queen took ever such good care of me" He smirked giving me a kiss and tucking the covers around us both "cuddle?"

"cuddle" I smiled nuzzling into his chest

"Okay, goodnight darling."

"Goodnight thomas, I love you"

"Love you too my little queen"

I smiled as I finished up fixing my dress for the day today, making sure everything was as it was supposed to be.

"My Queen?" I heard Thomas speak up from his own corner of the room where he was dressing

"Yes?"

"How does... how does one be... kingly?"

"what?" I giggled

"How on earth do I actually act like a king?"

"Well" I smiled turning to fix my hair "That depends on the sort of king you want to be"

"I have no idea, what sort of king should I be?"

"I think no matter what you'll be a good king," I smiled giving him a cuddle

"You think so?" He asks

"I'm sure of it"

"Well, I have a very good queen to keep me on track"

"Ummm You do" I giggled giving him a kiss "I shall keep track of you"

"I'm sure you will my queen" he smiled "You are the most perfect queen this world could ever ask for, I'm sure you will mould me into a very good king"

"I know you'll be a very good king just maybe need a little help, moving from dark imposing lord of the south to King."

"Come on My queen, we have work to do"

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hi! i really liked your sungyoon fanfiction, light the pyres—apocalypse aus are great. very nervous to ask for your 4th anniv event but could i perhaps get kang yeosang + the title "3 of hearts?" (if anyone reading here knows what show it's from ily!)

hi love! light the pyres is actually one of the works I'm most proud of so it makes me so happy to hear that you liked it! thank you for your request - I'm not sure what 3 of hearts it from lol (maybe one of my followers does), but I hope you still enjoy this!

4 year anniversary drabble game: send me a Stray Kids/The Boyz/Golden Child/Ateez member + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

I guess this could be seen as a sort of spinoff of Kingdom (read the series here) - I haven’t posted the next parts yet, but this takes place in the Queendom of Hearts, which is where Checkmate is set :D like Kingdom, it’s heavily inspired by Marissa Meyer’s book “Heartless” - the story of a queen who went mad over love >:)

Uh so TXT Yeonjun is technically here but please don’t take my characterization of him as anything even close to who he is irl.... just think of it as me taking just his name and slapping it on a character I made I’m sorry

Title: Three of Hearts

Pairing: Yeosang x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Triggers: mentions of blood and death (semi-graphic)

They said you were born under the three of hearts, a spell of kind fortune, a card of good omen. "Your child will be beautiful," the diviner said when she placed you in your mother's arms. "They will love deeply, and in return, they will be loved greatly."

It was a blessed birth for the Kingdom of Hearts, whose rulers, though loved, had not been able to secure an heir for many years. Already the conception of a child was a miracle - to have you born under such an auspicious card only heightened the excitement, cast even more light on a day already filled with laughter and joy. Your parents showered you with love, and as the years passed, you grew in blissful happiness, surrounded by those who adored you. And truly, it seemed you were the three of hearts personified - for with you were two boys, Yeosang and Yeonjun, your best friends, who followed you everywhere you went.

It was inevitable, then, people whispered, that at least two of you would fall in love.

At the age of six, seven, ten, even twelve, you could ignore this. You could play the innocent card that came so easily to those born under the three of hearts, bat your eyes and cock your head and ask “What do you mean?” in reply to the questions people asked - do you have a crush? I’m sure you do. It must be on one of the boys you’re always running around with, yes? But as you grew older and the question of to whom you would extend your hand in marriage became increasingly important, your eyes began to fixate on soft blond hair and warm brown eyes, smile widening in the presence of a deep, gentle voice accompanied by the loveliest sparkle in his eyes.

The traits of a certain best friend and heir to the Kang family fortune.

He offers a courtship under the flowering wisteria tree just under your window, pale cheeks tinted with blush as he stutters his way through a short confession. Your heart warms, lifts, bursts with joy as you accept with a smiling nod, rejoicing that you have found a match who will love you as much as you love him. Three of hearts, you think giddily - I will be loved as much as I give it.

The stages of courtship seem to pass by all too slowly and at the same time, all too quickly. Caught up in a whirl of fine clothes and presents and ceremonies, you fall asleep every night eager to wake at dawn, if only to see Yeosang’s face the next day. Every moment with him seems too short, and every moment with him feels too long.

One afternoon under the wisteria tree, you complain of this. Yeosang laughs at your indignation, though when you go to hit his shoulder, he catches your fingers with soft, warm hands, before kissing your forehead gently. “It will be all right,” he murmurs, pulling away just enough for you to see the sparkle in his eyes. “We’ll have a lifetime together, after this.”

A lifetime. Born under the three of hearts, destined for a life of love and happiness, you believed it.

So much, in fact, that you forget to watch out for the second best friend at your side.

It never occurred to you to take caution with Yeonjun. He was your best friend. Even upon the announcement of your engagement, he only ever smiled and congratulated the two of you, knocking your heads together teasingly when you got too mushy for his taste. Yeosang even asked him to be one of the groomsmen when the wedding date was set.

So you never notice the way Yeonjun’s gaze always lingers on you a little too long, the way his eyes darken whenever you place a chaste kiss on Yeosang’s lips. You do notice that he spends more and more time away from you, away from Yeosang as the wedding approaches, but it’s easy to put it down to affairs of the Choi family that you simply aren’t privy to. Perhaps something has gone wrong. Yeonjun would tell you about it in due time, wouldn’t he?

On the night before your wedding, you and Yeosang dance together under a sea of sparkling stars, white engagement outfits shimmering under the night sky. The people cheer. Your parents wipe away tears. You almost cry, too, wrapped in the warmth of Yeosang’s arms around your waist, his eyes smiling into yours.

You part ways with promises of tomorrow and a lifetime hanging on your lips. When you finally fall asleep, it is to dreams of a beautiful future, complete with Yeosang by your side.

Instead, you wake up in a world where he is dead.

They say the servant who found the body went mad afterward. You don’t blame them. When you saw the body covered in its rips and stains of red, it felt like a part of your mind simply disappeared. Scrambled. Something. All you could see was the body splashed with blood, unseeing eyes wide open and glassed with the sheen of death.

And there’s no time to grieve, either, because the next day, the Choi family storms the castle with shouts of a coup and rebellion on their lips.

All you can do is stare into Yeonjun’s stony expression as he orders the execution of your parents right before your eyes.

He finds you in your rooms a week later, a beautiful prison of silk and satin that they took away so you wouldn’t hang yourself before he came. His eyes soften upon seeing you, but when he reaches out a hand, you slap it away.

Only one word leaves your lips. “Why?”

Love, he says. Love for you. Love that burned fierce, hot, so unlike the soft warmth of Yeosang’s hand, love that burned so bright it couldn’t stand to fall second to the gentleness of Yeosang’s smile. His heart burned for you, beat for you, enough to plan all of this, enough to ask, even now -

“Will you marry me?”

The wisteria tree outside your window is in full bloom under a bright, cloudless sky. A mockery of the day Yeosang asked for your hand and you gave him your heart.

In the absence of blades and bullets, no one should underestimate the power that fingernails can do to raw skin and bone.

“You worthless, worthless human being,” you snarl, even as guards drag you back from Yeonjun’s bleeding face. “Worthless - worthless - I will never marry you -”

“You will,” Yeonjun snarls back, now a safe distance away from the blood caking your nails. “You will or you will die.”

You don’t die. You almost do, jamming the lock on your door and smashing the fortified window with a superhuman strength you believe Yeosang and your parents have lent you for one night, just one night before leaping into the branches of the wisteria tree, crashing to the ground in a heap of branches and flowers and glass. They nearly catch you - an arrow pierces your shoulder and another streaks so close it almost cuts off your ear - but you escape. And hide. For days, weeks, months...

Until you return with a sword and murder in your eyes, slashing through every guard on your way into the castle until you come across Yeonjun sitting upon your father’s throne, the crown of your family on his head.

“Would you?” he whispers, the tip of your sword positioned over his heart. “Would you, truly?”

A blank smile curves your lips. “Of course,” you whisper. “Just the same way you would.”

They crown you queen with triumph in their eyes, songs of a royal who avenger their lover’s death when a jealous suitor got in the way. You listen to it with stony eyes and teeth gritted behind your lips, especially when they speak of the three of hearts, blessed above all, destined for a life of love -

There is no love left in your heart that wasn’t taken away with the death of Yeosang and your family.

You execute the Chois. You execute their allies. You root through the kingdom, imprisoning those with even a semblance of a relationship to the man who killed your love, who took the blessing of your card away. The songs die away, replaced by whispers of a queen gone mad with the loss of their love. Triumphant shouts of a blessed three of hearts turn into murmurs of a curse, a new meaning to your card - perhaps not one destined for love, but one whose life will end in tragedy. Pain. Suffering.

They are wrong. Your life was full of love, love that you gave on your own and love that was given by those around you. It was the cause of your happiness and the reason for your suffering - love killed Yeosang and your family, just as it killed the last bit of humanity in you.

The words of the diviner mock your grief.

“Your child will be beautiful.”

Not as beautiful as he ever was.

“They will love deeply.”

Where did that get you?

“And in return, they will be loved greatly.”

Where did that get him?

No longer do they speak of the three of hearts as a blessing, as a sign of blissful omen. Instead, they speak of it as a curse, a curse of love, a curse of madness, a curse of tragedy to follow at every bend.

Good. They’re right.

The love that the heavens wrought never brought anything more than pain, anyway.

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