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Anime NYC 2023: Ize Press announces New Manhwa Title

Anime NYC 2023: Ize Press announces New Manhwa Title #manga #manhwa #animenyc #animenyc2023 #animenyc23 #comics #comicbooks #graphicnovel

At the first ever Ize Press Industry Panel held at Anime NYC, Ize Press announced the upcoming publication of six manhwa titles (Beware the Villainess!; The Villainess Is a Marionette; Marriage of Convenience; My Secretly Hot Husband; SSS-Class Revival Hunter; Tied to You). With the increase of English print releases of popular Korean webcomics, Ize Press is expanding its catalog at an…

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Promised- Finale (Grigor Dymov x fem! Reader, Arranged Marriage AU series)

Series Summary: When Emperor Peter's behavior towards your family threatens the alliance between them and Russia, the only way to solve it from breaking is through an arranged marriage with his friend, the handsome but heartbroken Count Grigor Dymov. A man you barely know.

Previous Chapters: One//Two//Three//Four//Five//Six//Seven//Eight//Nine//Ten//Eleven

Chapter Summary: You and Grigor enjoy a long-denied honeymoon

Content Warnings: Some discussions of sex and cursing and mentions of pregnancy and babies- don't worry, Y/N isn't pregnant. But VERY fluffy!

Word Count: 1584

A/N: Thank you guys so much for supporting this series throughout! Now I thought was the best time to conclude it! When season 3 of The Great comes out and should I get inspired, there might be a season 2 of this fic like what @ladystrallan did with I Really Wish I Hated You (which, btw, highly recommend if you love The Great Fanfics). Who knows?! But I hope all of you loved reading it as much as I loved writing this series!

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You and Grigor were planning on returning to court. You both just wanted something denied to you when you were rushed to be married and when there was a coup- a honeymoon. Three whole months of a honeymoon.

The days were never more lovely- lovemaking at night, awakening when one felt like it, the most sumptuous meals, playing cards by the fireside, reading to each other, and you showing off the various songs you knew how to play. You were starting to teach Grigor chords and his clumsy practicing of scales with mutters of “fuck!” at a mistake could be heard. You still kept shooting practice, but you were relaxed, not caring if you missed the odd target.

It was quite warm for Russia the past two weeks. Flowers were deep in their bloom in the gardens, and it was green everywhere. The vineyards seemed to be a far brighter green than you expected. Perhaps springtime was arriving sooner than you expected or maybe it was a warm spot for a few days. You had to wear your lighter silks as opposed to the warm furs to keep one safe from your new home country’s notorious chill.

As you and your husband toured the grounds together that afternoon, there were fruits of light green and dark purple. You would both look at each other, pluck the small fruits, and try bites of them yourself, feeling the juicy sweetness burst on your tongues, as if only briefly. Grigor would wipe the juice off of his sleeve and give you a kiss and you would taste the grape in his breath as if combined with yours you made your own special wine. Grigor was in his favorite deep green. You had insisted he keep a few buttons down so you could see some of his chest hair. You insisted it was absolutely sexy of him when he wore shirts (especially white ones) with a few buttons undone and he took note. Yes, it was the wrong color today, but you didn’t care. Perhaps that could wait for later tonight when you would hop on him like a rabbit until you screamed each other’s names, not caring about disturbing the servants sleeping below. You were in a bright red dress with golden floral patterns all over it and you perfumed yourself with rose water.

You matched and complimented in your dress as had your souls on the inside- each perfect and making only the other look better when beside it.

You emerged from the kiss and wiped your hand on your skirt.

“Could you hold my hand, my dear?” you asked, presenting your hand out.

He raised his eyebrows.

“Oh abso-fucking-lutely,” he replied, eagerly taking yours.

It was warm and encompassing, the fingers intertwined within each other to feel the pulse of each other. As you both walked back home, the day was fading. The sky turned into a mix of orange and pink and the crispness of evening etched around you. Once you approached back to the manor, the housekeeper greeted you both and assured you that dinner would be ready in one or two hours. Olga, the little servant girl, handed you back your beloved dog and both of you cooed over her.

“Oh and Madame Dymova! Here! Messenger said it’s from Paris! And it’s for you and the master!” she added on, handing over a letter with a familiar wax seal.

Before you could comment on it, Sonya let out a bright bark for want of attention.

“Here Sonya- found this! Here- Good girl!” Grigor offered.

From his pocket, he pulled out a truffle and fed it to the eager and always hungry pup.

“Would you like some wine? There’s a new one they just made here and it’s fucking astounding,” he offered.

“Oh, yes! And ask the kitchen for a plate of bread and cheese and fruit, perhaps?” you asked.

“I don’t see why not!” he replied, giving you a peck on your forehead before going down to the kitchen.

You made your way to the back porch area outside on your white seats and white chairs. You found it had not grown so chilly that you would require heaps of blankets as you have in the past. Sonya lay happily on your lap panting away. Though grown, she still saw herself as a puppy who had to have every last of her needs attended to, or else her mistress would hear her barking and mischief. But you loved her more for it.

You pulled from your reticule an unopened letter from the dress of your pocket. It couldn’t be your family- you heard just yesterday that you were an aunt to a beautiful little niece. Both you and Grigor were already making plans to travel and visit your family and for you to be introduced and be acquainted with his own. So, who could it be? Was it Catherine about her baby or the new education laws? Orlo recommending a new philosophy book to you? Who? You saw the name on it and gasped.

“It’s George! George wrote to us!” you told Sonya, who only tilted her head.

You then ripped it open and smiled, your heart touched by the contents. From the corner, you saw Grigor come out to approach the table. He smiled, holding two glasses of wine, and giving one to you.

“Why thank you, darling!” you chirruped at him.

“No problem at all,” he answered.

A servant immediately arrived behind and held a platter of cheeses, slices of bread, and apples. His blue eyes went to the letter.

“What is that? Who is it?” he asked.

You smiled, handing him the papers.

“Why, it’s George!? Can’t you believe it? She’s in Paris of all places! Oh, that must be wonderful! And here…she said she met someone who she truly loves and who loves her! Oh, I’m so happy for her! We must write back and ask her more about this!” you squealed.

“Why- how good for her! I’m glad!” Grigor wished genuinely with a shrug and a relaxed smile.

Both of you held up your glasses of wine.

“Should we toast to her?” you asked.

Grigor shook his head.

“I have a better one. To what brought us together in the first place. Here, Y/N-to the alliance!”

“To the alliance!” you agreed, daintily clinking your glasses.

Both of you took a first sip.

“It won’t be too long before we return- so much will be different…” Grigor began.

“I’m just glad Marial is in prison…I’ve slept better at night since then…” you sighed.

He did frown briefly. He took a deep drink and set down his glass.

“Well…part of me is eager. Been worried sick over Peter.”

“But you always are, you silly shit!” you teased, setting your own glass down.

He smiled at the words. You thought there was never a more beautiful smile than that of Grigor Dymov when he was well and truly happy. Your heart would always burst with love for him at the sight.

His letters seem fine and happy though…he’s thrilled about the baby. Got a name picked out and everything!”

“What if we have a baby- will we be even ready for that?” you suggested.

So far, your courses were like clockwork and Grigor would spoil you with bedrest and vodka and embraces when the cramps tormented you. But that doesn’t mean the time would never come. In fact, with all the fucking you had been doing it was a pure miracle it hadn’t happened yet!

“I don’t know if we’ll ever be, Y/N…but what about life after the coup? Things will be so…so different. Peter’s not in charge as much. There’s a royal baby on the way. George is in France. Catherine’s changing all the laws to what she wants. Everything is upside down…” he muttered.

“But we can take it…” you assured him.

He clutched his hand onto yours in response and you used your other hand to rest it on his cheek. He relaxed into it, using a hand to touch yours.

“We can take anything as long as we’re together, darling,” he replied.

“Of course, we can, my dear husband…” you cooed.

"Oh, say that again!” he insisted.

You crawled on his lap, kissing his face- his freckles, his forehead, his cheekbones, his chin.

“Dear husband, dear husband, my Grigor, my darling…” you mumbled between the kisses.

“Fuck, you make me hard. Keep it up and I might have to have you on this table before dinner!” he confessed.

“Wait until after dinner!” you insisted with a joking slap on his arm.

“If Countess Dymova requests it, who am I to deny her that!” he gave in.

You giggled and paused. Both of you breathe deeply the warmth of each other and the closeness.

He kissed you with soft lips again, but there was a chasteness- a tenderness to how he cupped your cheek when it happened. You cuddled into his chest as the sun set and he placed an arm around you to draw circles on your back as the dog lay contentedly smiling on the floor with her pink tongue out.

You were happy. After such chaos you had been through- you were completely happy. Dinner was about to be served. You had a home in court and out. You had a precious pup. You had friends. And most of all, you had found a happy, faithful marriage. And a husband who you loved and who loved you.

And this time the wine did in fact not taste like shit.

[blackerthings]

To my writer mutuals: What's your favorite trope? Could be a character trope or romance trope

[capricornlevi]

nanami x reader - w.c 3k, marraige of convenience, mentions of societal pressure but everything is consensual!, nsfw, mdni!

without even meeting him, you agreed to marry nanami kento without any expectations of future love, romantic or otherwise.

the pairing is advantageous for the both of you; you get access to the impressive nanami family fortune that has grown substantially now that kento is managing it, while he gets to enjoy a close association with your prestigious family and the subsequent educational opportunities that your children will benefit from. it's sensible and by far the best option you'd been presented with.

you've exchanged letters with him, polite and concise. you can read between the lines and see that he shares a disillusioned view of jujutsu society, but is more than willing to step up for the good of his family.

you weren't coerced by anyone. far from it -- your mother and father had sat you down and asked if you were sure, that they would understand if you wanted to take more time or to choose a different path for yourself altogether.

but you know the rest of society would not be so kind or understanding. marriage between two sorcerers, as antiquated as it seems, is how you survive amongst all of these competitive, power-hungry families.

from what you've read and heard about him, nanami will provide stability. he's progressive in his thinking, and so wont expect anything from you that he wouldn't be willing to do as well. you've learned that he's a teacher at tokyo tech, and has received glowing reviews; he'll be a good father.

and so on this misty thursday morning, you lay eyes on your fiancé for the first time as he slips a ring on your finger and promises to stay by your side forever.

the ceremony is as bare-bones as your reputation will allow. the guest list doesn't hit the triple digits, a huge departure from society norms, but representatives from the major houses sit in floral-clad wooden chairs to watch you repeat the words that the officiant speaks in your direction.

nanami takes your hands in his. they're warm, which is nice. this dress isn't designed for November weather, but it's an heirloom -- and truthfully, you're glad to be wearing it. you'd never given much thought to a wedding, but it makes your mother and grandmother very happy.

you'd be lying if you said you weren't relieved to discover how handsome nanami is. you were previously shown a few polaroids of him -- staff pictures, mostly, but some with the rest of his family -- and had known he wasn't bad-looking, but the pictures weren't clear enough to give you a proper understanding of his looks.

his blond hair is styled neatly, not a hair out of place. he has nice features, strong jawline and cheekbones, and soft eyes, a good combination. you know his gaze can be piercing when he wants it to be, but now, he looks at you gently.

you know you made the right decision.

more vows, a kiss, and you're married.

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the reception goes mercifully smoothly. the mix of guests -- powerful sorcerer family heads, rich businesspeople, and just a few of your personal friends -- didn't appear to gel too well on paper, but they mostly stick to their own factions. you greet them all until your vocal cords grow tired.

a meal is served on plates so ornate it makes you feel awkward eating off them. you nurse a glass of wine for most of the evening and nanami does the same, politely waving off the servers who approach to refill his glass.

a promising sign that he doesn't feel the need to drown his sorrows. this is a marriage of convenience, yes, but you'd like to be able to get along reasonably well with your spouse.

and, to his credit, he's been making light conversation with you all evening. he doesn't dip into deep or uncomfortable topics like your marriage or future plans, figuring that's best saved for later, but he asks you questions about yourself. by the end of the evening, you feel safe enough to allude to your desire for a future somewhat outside society's norms -- "I've always wanted to travel, honestly. maybe ... spend a few years abroad" -- and, to your pleasant surprise, he doesn't rebuff them. if anything, he seems somewhat pleased.

you have another glass of wine and before you know it, it's the early hours of the morning. you're nowhere near tipsy but feel ready for bed, ready to wipe off this makeup and slip into something more comfortable; thankfully, guests have started to slip out one by one, with only immediate family remaining.

your unpleasant and friendless older cousin makes a joke about you needing to say your goodbyes to 'go please your husband', and nanami's face sours for the first time all evening. your cousin notices and sheepishly takes a drink, mumbling something about it being his time to leave too.

with some final hugs to your respective families, it's time to leave with ...

... with your husband.

in his last letter before the wedding, nanami agreed that your city-centre apartment would be the best place to live in the first few weeks of your marriage, until you find somewhere more permanent that suits you both, and so that's where you go.

you show him around each room, including some storage space where his luggage had been delivered this morning. interspersed with some more small talk, you explain that although it's small, it's well placed for both of you to get to work. he smiles and nods, thanking you with a warmth that doesn't feel forced.

you offer him some tea or whiskey; he says he's fine.

you yawn. he loosens his tie, clearly exhausted himself.

the last room you show him is your bedroom, and it becomes harder and harder not to address the elephant in the room. there's very clearly no second bed, no room for him to stay that wouldn't necessitate a lot of closeness between the two of you.

the silence hangs heavy and loaded, both of you waiting for the other to speak.

well. this is one issue you hadn't covered before the ceremony.

you have no issue with a sexual relationship -- in fact, you're somewhat looking forward to it, having spent the evening admiring the way nanami's shirt hugs his strong arms and chest. but you're not sure if tonight, the first night you've ever met, is the best night to start.

sure, the concept of the wedding night speaks for itself, but it's not as black-and-white in your situation. he might want to spend some time settling in, first. he might not even be that interested in you.

"want me to take the couch?" he asks quietly, with no hint of resentment or offence in his voice. he makes the offer with a sincerity you haven't heard from a man in a long time.

you don't break your silence, but not because you're uncomfortable or anything of the sort -- you're just assessing your options.

"there's nothing i expect from you, just so you know," he continues, and you turn your head to face him, seeing his eyes scan your face for any sign of unease. "the last thing i want is for you to do ... this ... out of obligation or pressure. we have a lifetime to get to know each other, to reach that point -- i want you to be comfortable around me."

your upbringing has made you a sceptic, a pessimist at times, but for some reason, you believe him. maybe it's the look in his eyes, or the fact that he's taken your hand in his own, interlocking your fingers, but there's something about him that sets him aside from normal sorcerers.

he seems real. he seems as though, powers and fortunes and family names aside, he has some substance about him.

"do you want to?" you ask then, voice almost inaudible quiet from a day spent conversing with guests at your wedding.

he doesn't hear you, so he dips his head in your direction; you repeat yourself and wait, hoping you hadn't pressed the issue.

his composure doesn't crack, but something flashes in his eyes as he processes your question. he has such control over the movements of his features, over every expression in his body, except for his eyes, you think.

maybe you just happen to be good at reading him.

he mulls it over for a second, his grip on your hand never slacking.

"i want to," he finally admits. "i've wanted to for a while, truthfully. I've spent a lot of late nights picturing how it would feel to be inside you, to hear what my name sounds like when you say it. but i only want that if you want it too."

you smile without meaning to. "you imagined that from just reading a few letters?"

"yes, and it's a testament to my trust in my new wife that I'm telling you that," he replies, still polite but tinged with amusement.

it feels strange standing at your bedroom doorway, hand in hand with this almost-stranger, imagining what it would be like to indulge in these thoughts you've both been having, spending your first night together tangled up in the sheets and allowing some of the indulgence you've long denied yourself.

duty gets tiring. for a long time, you've been unsure what it feels like to genuinely want something.

now, you're pretty sure it feels something like this. it's organic and unforced, a natural desire that sends heat curling in the pit of your stomach.

wordlessly, you guide nanami into your room, closing the door behind you. there's a hint of a smile on his lips as you ask him for help to untie your wedding dress, the intricate pattern of buttons trailing up your spine proving too technical for your own hands. he's methodical in his work, careful to not damage the delicate clasps.

soon your dress is loose around your hips, your chest covered by the thin slip you wore underneath. you set the garment carefully aside before returning the favour and starting to undo nanami's shirt, avoiding eye contact as your hands expose more and more of his bare chest.

you want to do this, you know that for sure, but that doesn't mean you won't feel a bit of awkwardness at the start. you're not well practiced, having had too busy a life for romantic relationships until now. you hope that instinct will kick in sooner than later, but you've no doubt nanami will help you along the way.

when you finally build up the nerve to glance up at him as he shrugs off the shirt, he's looking at you as though you're the only person he ever wants touching him.

you hear the soft clink of metal and realise he's undoing his belt.

"are you sure?" he asks one more time.

that one question, and the earnestness with which he speaks, erases the last shred of doubt you had. you place your trust in him for the second time today.

you nod and reach across to his belt in the same breath, helping him pull it free from the loops to be tossed by the armchair near your desk.

you move as though controlled by something other than yourself, the decisions coming so naturally it feels as though you've been imagining it for weeks as well.

and maybe you have, you think to yourself, as you confidently guide him back slowly until he's sitting down on the plush armchair, his suit pants still on as you crawl onto his lap, pressing your chest against his. the thin fabric of your slip means you can feel the heat of his body against your skin, nipples hardening as they graze against his muscles.

you've just about balanced yourself, carefully perched on his lap when you feel his hand on the nape of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss that has you grinding against his thighs before you can even catch your breath.

you've never been kissed like this. the few kisses you've had before have been with partners who see you as a means to an end, be it for your family name, your reputation, or just for sex. you've never been kissed by someone who seems to get more from your pleasure than from his own.

you now know he meant it when he said he's been picturing this.

you kiss him for as long as you can, and you're not sure if it's for seconds, minutes, hours. you kiss him until there's a heat burning between your thighs you can no longer stand, that you need to have satiated by the visible, prominent bulge in the front of his suit pants.

when you finally break away, lips numb and kiss-slick, nanami's hair is touselled - you don't remember running your hands through them, but you must have at some point - and he reaches up to run his fingers under the straps of your slip, asking with his eyes if he can guide them off your shoulders.

you nod, and your chest is exposed to the cool night air for a split second before nanami's mouth is on one of your nipples, tongue circling the sensitive skin and making you cry out.

one of the words you moan must be his name, because you feel him smile as he turns his attention towards the other nipple, hands now at the small of your back to keep you close to him.

you can't take it much longer. you need to be touched so badly, you didn't even think you were capable of wanting it this much -- and you only want him to do it, now and maybe forever.

maybe he can read your mind or maybe you babbled out the request, but nanami finally takes pity on you, giving your nipple one final lick before resting his shoulders back against the cushion of the armrest and sliding his hands up your thighs, hooking your underwear with his fingers -- you lift your hips up to let him slip them off.

his composure slips further when he finally touches you between your legs, feeling how wet you've gotten for him, seeing how you react when he slips his index finger inside.

your head falls back and you hold a breath, focusing all of your attention on the sensation of him inside you, on the way he curls the digit ever-so-slightly before pulling it out and fucking you with two this time, almost -- almost -- tipping you over the edge.

"such a pretty wife," he mumbles almost under his breath, voice and gaze reverent as he watches you rock yourself against his hand. "my beautiful, perfect wife, aren't you?"

you want to answer him but can't, lungs feeling near-empty as you fumble with the buttons of his pants.

"i will never be able to think of anything else but you, i think," he muses, half-smiling. "you in my lap ... you making those pretty little noises ... i might be a ruined man, you know. and I'm glad of it."

he only stops speaking when you finally get your hand on his clothed cock, his breath catching in his throat as you trace it with your fingers.

you want tonight, the first of many times together, to start with you cumming on your husband's cock.

nanami just watches as you finally pull him out of his underwear, his length thick and hard in your hand as you give it a few messy strokes. it's all the both of you can manage before you need to have it inside you -- you shift your hips to sit on it, nanami's eyes fixed on the site of the head slipping inside.

it's a stretch, as you expected, but one you've been craving since you closed the bedroom door. you take him inch by inch, lowering yourself down as his breath quickens, clearly battling the urge to thrust up inside you.

but he's careful with you, and doesn't want to hurt you. his wife.

you lift yourself up too much and his cock slips out, slapping aginst his stomach and you nearly cry at the sudden emptiness, eager and clumsy as you guide him back inside you.

he kisses you when you sink down next, tongue massaging your own until the feeling of almost-too-full turns to a perfect, satisfying heat in your core.

eventually you're ready to quicken the pace, bouncing on his cock before long, your mind working too fast for you to keep up as you see nanami's cheekbones flush pink, his pupils dark as you ride him until your thighs ache.

you power through the sensation, nanami helping you along by meeting your hips with his, his thumb tracing uneven circles on your puffy clit. he calls you perfect and other beautiful words; you don't say anything besides more, more and, soon after, nearly there, nearly there, please, please, I'm so close --

your entire body lights up with the most wonderful sensation, hitting you like a wave and sweeping you away in its warm glow, with nanami's hands now on your hips, guiding your movements in exactly the way you need it -- not too hard, not too slow, not too fast.

you're still pulsing around him when you feel his body stiffen, his strong thighs tensing as he groans through gritted teeth. he pulls you in for a crushing kiss as he finishes, filling you up and thrusting as deep as he can until oversensitivity takes over.

the afterglow has you a contented and exhausted mess, muscles aching but satisfied in a way you'll spend forever seeking.

reluctantly, you slip off his cock to retake your place on his lap, marvelling at how undone you both have become, a far cry from your perfect wedding appearance.

you look perfect to him, though, you know as much from the kiss he presses to your sweaty forehead and the way his arm wraps around your shoulders.

"we didn't even make it to the bed," you observe, eyebrows raising as you finally return to your own body. "i ... wasn't expecting that."

"we have a lifetime to spend in bed," he replies, a smile in his voice.

and once again, for reasons you still don't understand, you believe him.

[watercolorfreckles]

UMM this is so intriguing and unique, i love it! You always manage to pack so many details in seamlessly without just word vomiting backstory, that takes such skill and its so impressive!

I really love this concept and dynamic!! Eager to read more!!!

Until Death Do Us Part

A response to @esperosisdoeswriting’s prompt 489! You can see their original post here! I’ve seen several prompts about heroes being arranged in marriage to villains and this is the first time I saw the reverse, so I was very intrigued!

CW: Forced marriage

"This is utterly ridiculous!" [Villain] practically screamed as [Super Villain]'s henchmen held them back.

"It's diplomacy, darling," [Super Villain] hummed as they fixed [Villain]'s outfit. "If you didn't want to get used as a peace offering, maybe you shouldn't have flirted with [Super Hero] so much."

"You can't do this!" [Villain] struggled, "I won't marry them!"

"Too bad nobody really cares for your opinion then."

Villain nearly tripped over the long hem of her dress as they dragged her out of the dressing room, so gruff her arms felt like they might be torn from their sockets. Somehow Supervillain had gotten a hold of her codes, and now she was locked out of all her suits. She felt like a crab ripped out of its shell: soft, vulnerable, and utterly exposed. She'd never tried to face off an opponent without the aid of a massive robot; how was she supposed to defend herself in her own weak, little body?

The question burned hotter as Supervillain plucked her pair of thick, sliding glasses off her nose. Everything became one big blur of colors, and Villain found herself so busy screwing her eyes at now unclear escape routes that she didn't have much fight to attempt an escape with in the first place.

"That dociled you up," Supervillain sneered.

"Give those back!" She lurched against tight hands toward the tall, dark shape in front of her but barely moved.

"You should thank me. Did you really want these things to be your husband's first impression of you?"

"Those things are not something I'm ashamed of, and Superhero is not my husband!"

Supervillain suddenly burst out laughing. "I'm sorry, but I can't take you seriously when you look at me like that. Who knew under all that armor you were such a pathetic creature? I should have done something with you a long time ago. Though it might not have turned out quite so nicely."

Villain could only clench her teeth.

"Come on," Supervillain said to his henchman now. "She can't weigh more than a leaf, if she wants to be resistant, just lift her."

The henchman obeyed immediately, and the floor disappeared from beneath Villain's feet. She thrashed wildly but to no avail. No sight and no footing was something she'd experienced once when almost drowning, and it wasn't a sensation she was happy to repeat. The only sense of groundedness left was her long wedding train dragging along behind her, an insistent, nightmarish omen of her fast-approaching future.

Supervillain's voice echoed in her head. Maybe you shouldn't have flirted with Superhero so much.

She had flirted; that much was true, but it had all been through written messages and robotic voice changers. Superhero had never even actually seen her--he'd caught a glimpse once, punching through her robot's eye, though not a very good one. A colossal backhand to the southside of the city had put an end to that--how was she supposed to know he'd actually be attracted by that?

A door creaked loudly in front of her, signaling their entrance into a new room. Though she still couldn't make out her surroundings, she could tell that this room was much better lit than the rest of the building, and from the murmurs echoing in the hollow space ahead, it was very large and full of people.

Completely unprepared, she was dumped back on her feet. The shock sent her forward a few wobbly steps that would have toppled her if Supervillain hadn't caught her first. She tried to shove away from him, but as his arm looped through hers, he dug his nails warningly into her wrist.

"Behave. Or I'll rip that raggedy head off your shoulders."

His tone was almost pleasant, but Villain had been around him long enough to know that friendliness was a tell for when he was being honest. Villain saw little choice but to let him walk her up the aisle. He definitely wasn't her father, but he was the one 'giving her away' so she supposed it was appropriate.

Villain tried to make out some of the hazy faces in the crowd--Heroes? Villains? Both?--but it was useless. Besides their skin tones and some vague distinctions in size, they all looked the same. The only one she really recognized was Superhero, and that was because as they reached the head of the room, Supervillain shoved her into him.

Superhero's stooped down, and his large hands fell heavily on her shoulders. This close, her nearsightedness made out coal-colored eyes, a perfect, smug grin, and a shock of firetruck red hair coiffed back in two devilish points. Villain tried to sum up the courage to run, but she couldn't shake the needling awareness that a meaningful flex of his fingers could shatter her shoulder caps into pieces.

"You're Villain?" Superhero said, curling a strand of frizz that had come loose from her intricate, diamond-weaved hairstyle around his finger. The way he said it sent a shiver down her spine.

"Disappointed?" she spat. His face was too blurred to read, but maybe he'd call the whole thing off.

"Au contraire, I knew you'd be cute. I simply never imagined how much."

Cute? Cute was relative. Old people were cute, babies were cute, 30-year-old women with uncontrollable hair, squinty eyes, and a port-wine birthmark that took over the better portion of her right ear and jawline usually were not cute.

Superhero lifted his hands and straightened back up to his regular towering height. The unnatural hair gave Villain a good measure of where his head stood, even amongst the haze, so she noticed how he tipped it down to look at her. He dwarfed her three times over. More than ever she wished for one of her suits.

"I thought you might be compensating for something," Superhero said, "but...really? You might have started with a mech suit the size of a normal human and worked your way up to the 80 feet tall ones."

"Just trying to outsize you."

Curse it all. That had sounded like flirting. A feat she'd never accomplished at 5 foot two or while in public. Why did it have to be now?

The officiator cleared their throat, and Villain's stomach dropped at the same instant that Superhero said, "Sorry, go on."

They proceeded to drone vows in a long, painfully slow list. Villain wasn't really listening to any of them, but when the outline of their shoulders turned toward her, she knew that they'd just asked if she agreed.

Villain said nothing, but the officiator continued on as if she had. So she really had no choice, huh? When it came Superhero's time to agree to the marriage terms, his voice was eager, his usual growl transforming into a strange purr.

"Oh, I do."

"Then I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Superhero placed a gentlemanly kiss on the back of her hand rather than her mouth, the upturn of his mouth a little too obvious against her knuckles. "Until death do us part, Villain."

Part 2

[sparklejumpropewitch]

Spideypool fic recs!

I've been reading a lot ofspideypoo lately. Here are some of my favorites. All ao3 btw.

•The sneeze

A sick fic oneshot. Strangers to lovers. Really short but sweet Deadpool really just wants Peter to be happy.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58716778

•Matchmaking 101

This is from Daredevil's POV. Peter and Deadpool both constantly come to Matt for relationship advice. He's sick of their shit.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40895010

•One for the team

A slightly longer fake marraige/convenience marriage fic. Wade is kind of an idiot in this but he's also a really good husband.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/57102262/chapters/145230880

•The one where Wade "dies"

Wade goes on an avenegers mission and forgets to tell them he can't die. Peter and Wade are married. Really short but so, so, funny.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30201609

•Incarnate sun in his solar system

Five + one things. Deadpool unsuccessfully tries to ask out Spider-man. Wade is so dramatic and Peter is done with it.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54420454/chapters/137854210

•Propositions

They enter a cosplay contest as themselves. Friends to lovers getting together fic.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10785036/chapters/23921979

•Gunpoint

Deadpool starts showing up at the bugle everyday to annoy Jameson into leaving Spider-man alone. He doesn't realise his best friend is witnessing the whole thing as Peter Parker.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44132979/chapters/110974665

[tommyxgrace-always]

Tommy & Ada parallels

Political inclination

Tommy was known to be communist/socialist before the war, dreaming about changing the world. After Grace, he eventually decides to pursue politics.

Ada also shared communist ideologies and is active to an extent with Freddie. When Tommy became MP, she naturally became his political advisor. In the finale, Tommy reiterates the fact that she was born for politics in her family.

Fine things in life

Tommy liked to possess lavish and fine things. His suits for example, In s1, we see how he gets his suits done from the same place as Kimber. In s4, we hear how he gets his suits done by a tailor in London. Similarly he admired Tatiana’s luxurious car in s3 just like the look of awe he gave May’s mansion. Arrow house was decorated with the finest things - paintings, interiors, furniture and his bedroom with Grace too.

Ada’s house in s2 said it all. The interior, the furniture everything was expensive and grand. This aspect of her personality is reiterated in s5, by showing the luxurious redecoration and also her art pieces, vases etc (when finn was too scared to ruin it with his blood)

Love & Marraige

Both married the love of their life inspite of opposition from family. Ada married Freddie even though Tommy and her brothers were against a communist. Tommy married Grace even when Polly was against her.

Both their children were born out of wedlock. When Ada got pregnant there was ambiguity about Freddie’s intentions for her. Just when Ada lost hope and decides to be practical and abort, they have a dramatic reunion at the train station. Their love for each other is validated and they look forward to have their child. Similarly Grace got pregnant with Tommy’s child, there is ambiguity about her intentions and it seems they will go their separate ways again. Just when Tommy seems to have accepted that she will sail away and decides to be practical and be with May, they have a dramatic reunion at the Derby. Their love and longing for each other is re-validated and they look forward to have a life together.

Both lose the love of their life. Tommy takes it way worse because of his already existing war trauma. Ada is normal and emotionally stable so she carries on without getting sucked into addictions, depression and hallucinations whereas we all know how Tommy suffered after Grace.

Both end up being widowers and single parents

Companionship

They never looked for love again. Companions yes but not another love.

We see Ada interested in the Russian spy in s3 and later we see her with Ben Younger. There may be other men whom she saw which we don’t see onscreen. Tommy, we all know went from women to women. Prostitutes, aristocrats, communist, secretary, dead wife’s ghost, ex girlfriend’s ghost, you name it!!!

Ben Younger was Ada’s constant and the longest one we see with her. They seem to share a stable relationship like two “mutually consenting normal people” who respect each other, can share. Lizzie is a constant go-to for Tommy but they share an unequal dynamic where she has been hopelessly in love with him from beginning while he saw her as no strings attached buddy and had other priorities and is done with love after Grace. Thats why that relationship is chaotic and toxic but also convenient and practical for both.

Interestingly they also have a child out of wedlock with their companions. The difference is Tommy had to marry Lizzie as a man who took responsibility of his child. Whereas Ada mentions she wasn’t planning to marry Ben, it’s seen as a bold move.

Ada and Ben’s relationship confirms what Grace fan always knew unlike a certain section of the fandom . Just because a partner is decent and good and you like them does not automatically mean you fell in love. Ada explains in a s5 scene after she hears of Ben’s demise “I didn’t love him. But I liked him. He was decent and good….I wasn’t going to marry him. God he didn’t deserve us”. This is exactly how Tommy and Lizzie were designed too. Due to Tommy’s trauma and unequal feelings for Lizzie, their relationship is more toxic in nature than Ada and Ben’s. But at the core it was companionship. Two people having a convenient partnership that serves both. Tommy also found Lizzie to be decent and good compared to him. She took care of his children and was loyal to him and his family. She didn’t deserve him. He didn’t love her either but liked her. He felt sorry for her as she had to bear the ultimate pain of losing a child.

There is so much more I wanted to cover about their bond. But this post will be too long. So will do a separate post.

[silvantransthranduiltrash]

Since Miriel and Finwe’s reunion is with everybody alive, are the conditions for marriage and being reembodied different in your au?

I guess you could say so? As you can probably tell, my au isn’t very canon accurate (which is fair, it’s not my intention to be).

In this au the whole miriel-finwe-indis remarraige drama basicaly stems from the idea that the valar need indis to have her kids in order to follow Eru’s plan.

Elven marraige in general in this au is a lot more chill(?) than in canon. Bc the elves are immortal and, while there are elves that get married and stay married for the rest of time, it would make more sense for divorce and such to be more common bc noone stays the same for millenia at a time, and just bc a marraige ends, doesn’t mean it’s failed.

Furthermore, i really enjoy the idea that, bc of what i just mentioned, there are different types of marraige. A more casual type, a marriage of convenience type, a very serious type, etc.

The one finwe and miriel had was pretty much the most serious one an elf could have, basically they swore to be together for the rest of time and in doing so essentially melded their souls. They’re still different people, but their souls are so intertwined that you literally can’t separate them. On one hand, it means that if one gets hurt, the other does too (hence finwe loosing a good chunk of himself when miriel passed and becoming somewhat of an apathetic father) but on the other hand it also helps keep each other alive bc through this bond they split the pain and injuries, essentially.

Finwe and indis’s marraige is more politcal (at least on finwe’s side) he needed a mother for feanor and needed to quell the unrest and indis was oh so willing (yeah, so maybe finwe is a lot more manipulative than most people realize). But bc miriel was for all intents and purposes dead, he lacked a lot of the empathy that would have made him a better father so….

The vow finwe and indis made is less serious (relativly) than the one between finwe and miriel, and valar approved.

Interestedly enough, finwe and miriel actually married before they got to valinor, so their vows weren’t blessed by the valar, so to say. They vowed to each other and to the beings they worshiped. They vowed on the earth, sea, and sky (which are the entities that the cuivienen elves respected, silvan and avari elves still swear on these enteries instead of the valar).

This actually caused a bit of a loop hole bc the valar, due to not being the ones to bless/recognize their union, don’t actually have any jurisdiction in regards to finwe and miriel’s marraige, and technically finwe and miriel’s marraige doesn’t actually intersect with finwe and indis’s. This is also a factor as to why finwe could be married to both elleths at the same time. (For context, polyamorous marraiges still work in this au bc the marraige vowa include all (possible) partners, where as finwe and miriel’s marraige is entirely seperate from finwe and indis’s marraige)

Basically, it’s a lot of technicalities and red tape that’s keeping everything running.

[world-of-wales]

Okay I’m obsessed with the enemies to lovers and marriage of convenience/arranged marriage/ fake dating trope

Recommendations please 🙏

Here you go anon, sorry it took me some time to answer this. I had to open my laptop to get my book lists. A lot of the books have overlapping tropes. If you want any other recs just send me a msg ♡

And most of these are okay and Clean books but a lot of them come with heavy stuff so please check your triggers before you dive into them.

ENEMIES TO LOVERS -

RWRB (Coz that started the whole boom Conversation) - Casey McQuiston

Serpent & Dove - Shelby Mahurim

Dance of Thieves - Mary E Pearson

Spanish Love Deception - Elena Armas

5 Rounds - Nikki Castle

Brutal Prince - Sophie Lark

To Hate Adam Connor - Ella Maise

Taste - Melanie Harlow

Eleanor & Grey (not exactly enemies to lovers but he's very grumpy and closed off) - Brittany C Cherry

From Lukov with Love - Mariana Zapaata

By a Thread - Lucy Score

Twisted Hate - Anna Huang

Until I get you - Claire Conttreras

Weak Side - SJ Sylvis

Grumpy Romance - Nia Arthurs

Rogue - Greer Rivers

The Summer We Fell - Elizabeth O Rourke

Beauty and the Baller - Isla Madden Mills

Things We never got over - Lucy Score

Mafia Royals (A LOT OF THEM) - Rachel Van Dyken

Heart Song Duet - Jennifer Hartmann

Crow - A Zaverelli

ARRANGED MARRAIGE / MARRAIGE OF CONVENIENCE -

Marraige for one - Ellas Maise

The Windsor Series (ongoing, 3 books out) - Catharina Maura

Terms and Conditions - Lauren Asher

The Penalty Box - Odette Stone

The Buff - Devney Perry

To Love Jason Thorn - Ella Maise

The Wall of Winnipeg - Mariana Zapaata

King of Wrath - Anna Huang

Forever after all - Catharina Maura

Twisted - Emily McIntyre

Fake Empire - CW Farnsworth (or Swansworth)

Sinners Anonymous - Somme Sketcher

First 3 books of Filthy Rich Americans Series - Nikki Sloane

Dark Succession - Katee Robert

Marraige Effect - Karla Sorenson

Beautifully Broken Redemption - Catherien Cowles

Duchess Deal - Tessa Dare

FAKE DATING -

The Love Hypothesis - Ali Hazelwood

The Cheat Sheet - Sarah Adams

Fix Her Up - Tessa Bailey

Addicted to You - Krista & Becca Richie

Hani and Ishu's guide to Fake Dating - Adiba Jagirdar

Redeemed - Lauren Asher

The Kiss Quotient - Helen Hoang

Overruled - Emma Chase

Play Fake - Maggie Rawdon

That Kind of Guy - Stephanie Archer

The Bodyguard - Katherine Center

The Boyfriend Candidate - Ashley Winstead

First Down - Grace Reilly

The Real Deal - Lauren Blakeley

Happy Place - Emily Henry

Foxe and the Hound - RS Grey

My Life in Shambles - Karina Halle

Twisted Lies - Ana Huang

Blind Side - Kandi Stiener

The Deal + The Risk - Elle Kennedy

Boyfriend Material - Alexis Mall

Faking with Benefits - Lily Gold

The Upside of Falling - Alex Light

Unfortunately Yours - Tessa Bailey

[bohemian-nights]

It's always interesting how as soon as black women become a love interest in a straight ship 1 of 2 things will happen.

A third thing, the double standards, an example:

Laena x Rhaenyra ship- in the books we know they were close and some fans use the phrase"more than fond of"to reinforce they were a couple(nothing against this couple it's still fiction eh)

Everything normal here.

But when we learnt more about Rhaegar and Elia and their relationship, the sentence "fond" is still used to describe their relationship and now you have people saying "oh they were just friends" "oh he didn't love her" "oh Elia will be okay with Rhaegar and Lyanna being a couple"

First at all, the racism, Dorne is not okay with adultery in marraige, they don't care if if man or woman, UNMARRIED, take a paramour,UNMARRIED; it's different for them, a different mindset

•Convenient how now when their white fave needs to be paired up with a white character(nothing against Lyanna, the girl was 14 year old)when there are POC characters that show interest in them(Elia loved Rhaegar and I can dream he loved her, why? BECAUSE I LOVE ANGST)

CONVENIENCE MY DEAR FRIEND

Read about the Sophie's actress' scandal(if you called that) -just wtf.

Also Bethany's harassment.WTF.

If they are not happy with Sophie being black, then they are free to read the books or ignore it! It's not that difficult.

Bethany is gonna slay this season, so stay mad colonizers😏

Sorry for the rant, tired of this nonsense🤣

Ps: Some people are starting shipping Dettles out of spite, for the racism's nonesense so yeah, IT'S GONNA BE A LONG YEAR HERE!!All of you are doing great sweeties🥰

Don’t apologize for ranting cause everything you said is the truth👏🏽

I hate Laenyra. People mainly hype it up to move attention away from Daemon and Laena’s marriage and center their self insert into their relationship .

Yeah it’s ironic that the same people hyping up Laryngitis and saying all those who oppose it are racistare the same people who love dunk on Elia non-stop and say that she was fine with her husband sleeping with Snow Becky because she’s dornish. The same people hyping up Jon’s parents are the same people who dunk on Dettles.

I’ll be the first one to say that I don’t give a damn about Ravioli and Snow Becky, but I’ll admit that it was GRRM’s intention to make them romantic(it’s definitely not supposed to be grooming even if I find the whole situation weird). I’ll even admit that there are plenty of similarities between Dettles and that ship, but you’d have an easier time finding a leprechauns gold than getting those people to admit the same.

Don’t get me started on the Bridgerton fandom. A bunch of ungrateful bigots who keep making demands of Shonda while at the same time degrading her and saying there are “too many Black people” on the show (and then crying when people call them out for being the anti-Black morons they are).

And I get that Masali hasn’t been officially announced as Sophie, and of course she’s not the only possibility, but she’s the only one whose name that has been circulating around that fits the casting call. Her schedule was cleared last year and she’s got no upcoming projects. She’s following multiple members of the cast and multiple members are following her back.

(Nicola, Hannah Dodd, Hannah New, Victor Ali who is suspected to be playing John, as well as one of the hairdressers who does the main casts hair to name a few. Hell, there was even one of the directors following her, but he mysteriously unfollowed her for some reason).

More importantly, no one else has produced another casting call to contradict said casting call or to show that the role she was cast for is a member of the Stirling family.

(I’m not going to get into it, but if you’re “evidence” hinges on Masali and Victor Ali looking alike please go down to Lens Crafters cause they don’t look nothing alike outside of being dark and Black. It’s fucking offensive as fuck to say they do).

And as I said in a previous ask, the Bridgerton team has cast a role with a specific race in mind cause they were looking for an Indian woman to play Kate(which is how some people figured Simone Ashley was playing Kate when most of Kates fancasts were white women👏🏽).

So the fact that you have so many people running around like a chicken with its head cut off claiming it’s impossible for Sophie to be Black, that Sophie should be x race, or just being racist jackasses is disturbing asf. You shouldn’t have to see this bullshit:

You bet your ass I took screenshots cause everybody likes to lie and hide their hands after typing out the most vile shit.

And yeah I get everyone wants representation, but people keep trying to silence and speak over Black people specifically Black women and that's where we have a problem.

Because for any other group, this behavior would be absolutely unacceptable. Especially if you are making demands that an EP not cast any more people of her race on her show, but with Black women that doesn't matter. They don’t care.

We haven’t even had a fucking fully Black female love interest get her happily ever after with a man(the people saying Masali should be a gender-bent Michael need to have several seats cause you’re creating a OC just because you don’t want to see her as Sophie) like everybody else and yet they want us to step aside and cheer them on. Fuck that.

This is why I don’t believe any of you hateful bitches when you say you care about misogynoir because the moment a Black woman is cast in a role you want, even in a role that’s meant for a Black woman like with Nettles, y’all either start demanding she be cut or made into something else.

This literally happens every single time Black female characters are involved and yet you can’t even talk about it because people want to ignore and perpetuate our oppression.

I’ll leave it there cause I’m too exhausted by all of this drama(it’s making my blood boil), but these fandoms piss me off so much. They make it hell for non-white and especially Black fans to exist within them. Even in shows created by Black people.

[destinygoldenstar]

☀️HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!☀️ - Total Drama Viewer Reacts to Disventure Camp Season 1 Episode 9 “Don’t Open, Campers Inside”

TRIGGER WARNING: BLOOD & GORE

Okay, this italicized part is an EDIT after the reaction. I need to put up a trigger warning for this episode as a reason why I might not show as many images as usual.

I don't think it's as bad as it could've been, otherwise I think OddNation would get demonetized. But to be on the safe side, THIS EPISODE/THIS POST IS NOT FOR THE HEMOPHOBIC.

I WILL put a TW in the tags as well so they don't see the post. But in case your account doesn't have the filter for this sort of thing, HERE'S YOUR WARNING.

I have a gut feeling that we're gonna start losing besties in these next few episodes. If anything last episode was to go off by.

I said this last episode, but in terms of who I think are gonna win at this point... Finalists, Ellie, Fiore, and... I guess Jake. With Ellie winning.

Ellie just has the most understanding motive to win out of all of them and it would be satisfying to see her achieve her dreams.

No I guess Alec does too, but I can't see the scenario in my head. I BARELY react to the Alec scenes, I realize. But I looked back last episode and realized Alec said he "Wished his son was like Fiore" which... OOF, I wish I had a reaction to that. Because holy shit, you're a bad dad if you think that.

He just doesn't have as much emotional range as some of the others. So I don't gravitate towards him as much. I do think he's okay though.

I think that's my takes: Alec's... okay. Fiore's the villain so naturally I don't route for her. Grett's a bad bitch and we stan but also she's not winning. Miriam's great. Tom's great. I love Jake. MAKE UP GOSH DARN IT. And Ellie... I do like her, I admit. She's growing on me.

Yeah...idk what to expect this time. Other than I THINK another idol should come into play. Cause the heroes are outnumbering the villains and the show can't eliminate all the villains before the finale. That's plot armor for you. (I made a post about this topic. Plot Armor is not a criticism.) So with Fiore exposed, ain't no way anyone's flipping. So the only other way is to find an idol. One of the villains gets it, they nullify the votes, and one of the heroes gets the boot.

If I had to predict, probably Tom. Tom's a threat. Plain and simple.

Plus with his kind of character, I know Tom is NEVER winning anyway.

I know I said vote off Jake last episode, but that was because you could gain Ellie's loyalty from that. Well you lost the chance. Even if you do boot Jake it ain't gonna put Ellie on your side. Ya should've booted him when it was convenient and you had the chance.

"Tom & Miriam would ditch Ellie after the villains were out"

By then it'd be the FINAL THREE. So what does that matter?

God I said I didn't have a lot to say and here we are. Let's just get into it.

"What the hell was that bullshit in the elimination?!"

OMG THANK YOU

THANK YOU

GRETT CALLS IT OUT. OMG THANK YOU.

I FEEL VALIDATED.

"You mean the way we were exposed?"

...oh.

No I was talking about your choice on voting.

Nope. I'm not validated.

"Golden, that's the thing with us villains. We don't need your permission to slay. We do it anyway."

"You don't understand kid! I can't lose!"

Trauma dump?

👏Trauma dump👏 Trauma dump 👏Trauma dump👏

"I can't go home without the money!"

"Are you in debt?"

"No, it's not the money itself. It's what it stands for... If I win, my parents will finally be proud of me."

AWWWW, GRETT, HONEY

"Why does everyone think money can solve their personal problems?"

Then... why are you here Fiore?

Also Ellie would like a word.

"Alec thinks winning will fix problems with his wife and you think winning this will make your parents love you. I'm gonna be honest Alec, that marriage is a divorce waiting to happen."

NOT THE CHILD MARRAIGE COUNSELING

"What experience can a six year old have?!"

"Well let's see, my parents abandoned me in the woods. Clearly they hate me."

"My mother never loved me and I know her life would be much better if I never existed. She's told me she thinks I'm a monster..."

OUCH

God, am I starting to feel bad for her now?!

"...I know she's right, but it still hurts to hear."

Oh.

So she's just kinda accepted that she's awful.

"The adults in my life think I'm a demon with no redeeming qualities, so that must be true. Might as well live off that."

Does that imply that Fiore was an accidental pregnancy...?

I mean I'm not a mother, but I know that's something that can happen if you don't, you know, control yourself.

"But you know what? After awhile, the hurt starts to hurt less, and you start taking ownership of who you are."

👏

WHY AM I LIKING THE CHILD NOW?!?!

I mean she's a pretty static character. BUT I think that works in this favor.

"If you want to win, do it for yourself. Prove to those that didn't have faith in you. Prove it to yourself that you're worth it."

👏

See Grett? You found your place as a monster too.

"I couldn't care less about Grett's pathetic insecurities-"

Yeah, she cares about literally nobody.

She WILL ditch these guys on the bus the moment she has the chance.

And she's gonna show no remorse doing it.

And when that happens I'm gonna be HOWLING.

Oh not these two again.

YOU'VE BEEN FIGHTING THE PAST THREE EPISODES. GET OVER IT.

"Hey Tom, I know I said this a dozen times, but I really am sowwy. Can you forgive me?"

"Jake I just learned I have cancer. And for some reason I'm gonna say that's your fault. Get out of my life."

"I've been thinking about what you've told me..."

Oh wait.

Are they actually gonna make up now?

"Maybe you weren't the only selfish one. I attacked you without thinking about how you were feeling..."

Oh yeah they are!

So he just needed to cool off after the news. I get it.

"You don't have to apologize."

"It's all me. It's always my fault. I'm the one who always has to take the blame for things like this."

"I want us to be friends again."

HALLELUJAH!! THANK YOU!!!

"But lets both try to be better. For our sakes."

YUSS!!! FRIENDSHIP RESTORED!!!

THEIR DRAMA CAN BE PUT TO REST NOW!!!!

I'm okay with them just being friends. I think that is healthier that way given they're... messy.

So I'm actually really happy about this.

"Where are Jake and Tom?"

They're 'hanging out' if you know what I mean...

I'm sorry.

"Maybe they're making up."

Up or out?

GOD I JUST SAID I WAS GLAD THEY WERE JUST FRIENDS, WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME?!

"For some reason, Golden is whispering in my hear and urging me to kiss the boy."

"Sorry for attacking you so much in the previous challenge."

Is she trying to be allies with these guys now? I called it.

"It's okay. It was also my fault. I judged you too soon without knowing if you were with them or not."

Well she was, but she's not anymore.

She's a redeemed girlie

"I do that a lot."

"Do what?"

"Judging people without knowing their true intentions."

Yeah I can see that.

"It's fine. We can't change the past. We have to look towards a better future."

YES. ALLYSHIP.

CALLED IT!

"Maybe I was wrong to think badly of these young-ins."

"Except Fiore. She's just as bad as I thought."

"Any update about your job?"

He got FIRED. I don't think you get an update after that.

"Anyway, I haven't been sure for awhile if this is what I really want..."

Oh?

You didn't want to be a spy?

"...or if I'm even good at it..."

Uh...

Yeah, you weren't, I'm gonna be brutally honest.

You can find a new job. One that you love. One where you can work AND maintain relationships.

"You think you weren't meant to be a spy?"

"I don't know. But it's not like I have a choice anymore."

Yeah... that's a hard situation. I can relate to that.

AH-!

OH MY GOD.

I DIDN'T-OH MY GOD...

"I don't work there anymore... I don't need this..."

So he WAS wearing that for his job! So he's ditching his career?!

OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH...

Oh THAT'S why...

I was thinking awhile it would be that he had a scarred face, but I wasn't sure. AND I was joking about it this whole time. God I feel awful now...

I'm trying to look at this properly. What happened? Was he in a fire or something? I can't tell cause it's a cartoon, but that MIGHT be burn scars?????

I don't know, maybe he's gonna explain it.

"My first job was a couple months ago. I was sloppy and I got found out. Things went wrong, and my captors... gave me this..."

😨

OH MY GOD, HE WAS TORTURED?!?!?!

HOLY-I DIDN'T THINK THEY WERE GONNA GO THAT DARK WITH IT.

Holy god, I can't even imagine. I don't want to imagine Tom getting tortured like that.

"The boss wasn't happy. I was tasked to come onto this show as a contestant to investigate it. This job was my last chance, and I blew it."

Ouch...

"Were you using that mask to hide your identity or... were you...?"

"That's just an excuse. The truth is I... I felt ashamed..."

Aw...😢

"But you look good, Tom."

Awwwwww...💗

...wwwwAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH

OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHH MYY GOD!!!!

*I got out of my chair and paced around for a minute*

AAAAAAAHHHH💗

*I'm giddy and out of breath*

I didn't expect them to kiss today... oh my god...

YEEESSS!!! I FEEL VALIDATED!!!!!

Oh my god, Tom Face Reveal. AND... ship name kiss, IN THE SAME SCENE. That's too much for the feels.

Jam. It's Jam isn't it? I don't have jam on me right now.

I actually don't like eating jam. I'm not a jelly person.

Okay okay okay, I'm sorry. I'll keep going.

"...I'm not."

Aw 💗

"Attention campers! Challenge time!"

Oh screw you!

They're good for each other. They're actually good for each other.

I HAD MY DOUBTS. But they do work.

*I had to get water* (Y'all keep your dirty jokes about that)

OH ARE THEY GETTING KIDNAPPED?!

Gosh darn it, I KNEW Chris McLean was here!

How are you all sleeping sitting up?

Is this a "Escape the chamber" challenge?

"The hosts are clearly screwing with us."

OKAY NO I JUST THOUGHT OF SOMETHING IN MY HEAD

DANGANRONPA 2 FUNHOUSE

OH PLEASE TELL ME THIS BOTH IS, AND ISN'T THAT

Cause that situation was HELL

Where'd you get the hats from?

"What happened to the sky?"

"It's covered in grapes and strawberries, and idk why that is-also why is part of the forest blocked off? Why can't we get out?"

"Fiore I don't think you're supposed to be playing those games."

I still headcanon Fiore is a Mortal Combat fangirl.

"Where'd you get that hat?"

WHERE'D YOU GET THAT HAT?!

OH MY GOD. THE HATS ARE SENTIENT.

"Alright gang, grab every weapon in this place you can find and start SMASHING!!!"

Why does the cabin have so much weaponry?!

"Fiore, I think I know what's happening."

"Don't freak out... but a bear is gonna pop out in a minute and force us to kill each other."

"It's the only explanation. Don't tell anyone."

"Uh, we are right here and in hearing range."

"What happened with your mask?"

Oh yeah they don't know...

God it's SO WEIRD seeing Tom without the mask now.

OH SHIT-

UM, HELLO?!?!?!

IM SORRY, WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING?!?!

“What the hell is that?!”

My thoughts exactly Ellie!

DID THEY WAKE UP IN THE FUTURE?! WHAT'S HAPPENING?!?!

I'M WATCHING A TOTAL DRAMA FANFICTION, RIGHT?!?!

"It looks like a-a-a person..."

"Like a dead person?!"

Tom, you killed a guy!

OH GOOD LORD-

YEAH WE'RE NOT WATCHING DISVENTURE CAMP ANYMORE

If you asked me what my predictions were for this show: "Let's make a PLOT TWIST in the middle of the show and turn it into a zombie apocalypse 'The Walking Dead' show" Would NEVER be on my list.

WHAT THE HELL

I mean if you know me, you know I like death game stories...

But surprisingly, I don't actually like zombie apocalypse stories. It's not just my cup of tea.

Because zombie apocalypse stories are just so bloody hopeless and there's absolutely no way out of inevitable fate. It's just "This is hell, wait till it's your turn to die."

And I just naturally find that less compelling than stuff like Hunger Games, Squid Game, and Danganronpa, where there IS a possibility to escape your fate, even if it's really small.

With these kinds of stories, I'm just waiting for everyone to die. So I get less attached.

That's just my opinion.

"Did you hear that?!"

"Sounded like gunshots!"

"Don't worry guys! It's just Tom killing a man! It's fine!"

"I KISSSED A SERIAL KILLER?!?!"

I mean, I WOULD say this is all a stage show. Like these are just people wearing makeup.

BUT YOU CAN'T FAKE TOM KILLING A GUY.

UNLESS YOU'RE A PSYCHOPATH WORSE THAN CHRIS MCLEAN

XD

"I don't care if he's a serial killer! HE'S MY LOVE! WE'RE LETTING HIM IN. WHAT'S THE WORSE THAT COULD HAPPEN?!"

"What's going on?!"

"Ellie why do you have ketchup splashed all over your face?"

"They looked like people, but they're not!"

"I would never kill a man! I swear!!"

"What if it was a woman?"

"...shit!!"

"Is that... a bite?"

OH SHIT

They're not gonna KILL Ellie, right?!

Cut off her arm, and she might be saved!

"...well, one step closer to winning."

GRETT. WTF?! YOU"RE A PSYCHOPATH!!!

I mean I'm not surprised. BUT WTF?!

"I think we... have to... cut off your arm."

NO I WAS JUST JOKING, YOU'RE ACTUALLY GONNA DO IT?!?!?!?!?

"GOLDEN IS OUR OVERLORD AND SHE TOLD ME TO SAVE YOU BY CUTTING OFF YOUR ARM!!!"

"Isn't this just a silly challenge?!"

GOD I HOPE SO

CAUSE THIS IS FUCKED UP

OH MY GOD THEY'RE ACTUALLY DOING IT...

I'M SORRY ELLIE!!!

"So... this ISN'T a challenge?"

YOU THINK?!?!!!

NOW YOU REGRET IT?!?!

"I think I'm gonna faint."

I WOULD TOO.

ELLIE NOOOOOOOO

OKAY. WHO GAVE THE CHILD A GUN?!

I mean it's good reason, but who gave the child a gun?!

ONE WEEK LATER?! WTF?!?!?

HOW DID WE GET HERE???!?!

WE'RE NOT EVEN HALFWAY DONE WITH THE EPISODE. THEY WOKE UP IN THE FUTURE. THERE'S A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. ELLIE IS DEAD.

HOW DID WE GET HERE?!??!

"The show is over... we're just lucky to be alive..."

You know what's crazy? I made a DUMBASS THEORY about the Total Drama Reboot that never happened cause it was too insane.

I said that Chris McLean was planning to take over the world and was using the show to turn people into robot slaves and start an apocalypse. And the Season 2 ending of the reboot would be just like this.

DID SOMEONE WHO WORKED ON DISVENTURE CAMP FIND MY POST AND SAY "We should make THAT the plot of our show!"?!?!

AND Y'ALL BELIEVED I WAS INSANE.

WHERE'S MY CREDIT?! I CAME UP WITH THIS.

"Wow Miriam, how'd you learn to do that?"

"Back in my day, I was secretly a serial killer!"

"Are there really knife throwing contests?"

I would be CONCERNED if there were.

"Grett and Alec got bit... we got attacked... I was the only one who made it out..."

This is a trap.

Tom is probably the most equipped for surviving this.

OH GOD-

YOU CAN'T JUST HOLD A CHILD AT GUNPOINT, TOM

YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT.

"I'll put one right between your eyes."

Tom, you're done.

OKAY, RIP ALEC

Tom is NOT fucking around!

"Tom! Are you okay?"

"No worries. I got a body count in the double digits now. Cool, huh?"

NOOOOOOOOOOOO

MIRIAM NOOOOOOOO

WHAT?!! THAT CAME OUT OF NOWHERE!!

"Miriam, stay with me!!"

NO NO NO NO NO NO NO...

NOT THE GRANDMA

"Don't leave me!!"

AWWWW JAKE NOOO😢

He's losing another grandma! 😭

"Coming to this camp was worth it... I didn't think my last days would end like this... but I'm happy they were with you... you are the grandchildren I never had."

😭💗

HE'S YOUR GRANDSON. DON'T LEAVE HIM.

NOOOOOOO

"Not again!!" *cries*

AWWW JAKE, HONEY NOOOOOO 😭

Don't Make Jake Suffer Challenge. Level: Impossible.

Yeah lets just cut to a six year old driving a bus. Why not?

I'M STILL MOURNING

*Patreon*

THIS WHIPLASH AIN'T HELPING

HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!

Yeah. Sure. One Month Later.

I don't even care anymore.

HOW. DID. WE. GET. HERE?!?!?

"Remember last month? Before all this? What you said about my parents?"

"You want to ask if I think they're alive? Well I got bad news."

"They're in Mexico right now."

"Being alone out here this last month has taught me that I don't need them. I never did. They were never there for me."

Well good for you for getting development queen.

"I know where to get a map to the nearest city."

*I get a body spray ad*

...I don't even know how that translates to what they just said.

Oh yeah I forgot Alec died too!

Fiore did not give a SHIT, did she?

*rewinds to look back*

Yeah she doesn't give a rats ass about you Alec.

Awww, these two...

Hey wait.

*look at Jake's neck*

Why does Jake have a hickey?

Guys, I'm not supposed to be reading too much into that, am I????

What have you boys been doing this past month?!?

"Every day it's the same. Go out and find supplies, run away from these creatures and DO IT all over again..."

...

I'm sorry, my mind is in a dirty place now. He said "DO IT all over again".

GUYS I'M NOT SUPPOSED TO BE READING TOO MUCH INTO THIS, AM I?!?!?!?

"I don't know... I don't think this will ever end..."

Can we give Jake a hug? PLEASE?

"Hey... at least we have each other."

THANK YOU💗

THEY LOVE EACH OTHER💗

NO GODDAMMIT

FIORE WHYYYYYYYY

“Hey guys! I got another trick I wanna show you. It’s called: ‘BURY YOUR GAYS’”

*Jake gets killed too*

Goddammit...

NOT A SIX YEAR OLD MURDERING MY BOYS

HOW DID WE GET HERE?!?!??!

"I'm sorry Grett, but I need this immunity."

Wait what-

*Murders Grett*

WELP.

This is how we got here.

A six year old is celebrating among her victims.

"WHOO HOOO!!! I KILLED EVERYBODY!!!!"

WHY IS TOM IN THE FAMILY GUY POSE?!?!?!?!?

"See that's my secret Golden. My mask protects me from getting killed, so I'm just faking my death."

"...oh wait I'm not wearing my mask anymore. SHIT-"

...

WAIT WHAT THE FUCK?!

IT WAS ALL VR?!

I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS.

HOW DID WE GET HERE?!??!?!?!?!

"Oh my gosh, my arm! I have my arm!"

"Oh my gosh, I've been in a coma for a MONTH! Cause I died on the first day!"

"Victory is mine! MIIIIINNNNEEE!!!"

All Fiore cares about is winning.

When a six year old is an even worse psychopath than Grett.

"Am-am-am I dead?!"

Jake. Honey.

EVERYONE is going to need SERIOUS THERAPY after this.

HOLY SHIT THAT IS TRAUMATIZING.

I can't even blame Jake one bit. He watched his friend get turned into a zombie and die. He watched his surrogate grandma die. He watched his boyfriend die. He watched HIMSELF die. AND IT WAS IN THE SPAN OF A MONTH

...nah, therapy ain't fixing him.

"A few hours ago, you fell asleep, and we put you through our hyper realistic VR simulator."

You guys are fucked up.

Even Chris McLean is saying that's fucked up.

"I'm just glad I have both my arms again."

Ellie's just done.

"Yeah TOM! Don't cut a woman's arm off! I'M VOTING YOU TONIGHT."

Watch it actually be Tom that's going and that's Ellie's reason.

I feel like Tom's story is done anyway.

"The challenge was to survive the zombie apocalypse."

You can't survive a zombie apocalypse. Either you DIE, or you DIE.

"Wait, so you KILLED ME to get immunity?!"

YEAH.

If THAT doesn't prove to you that Fiore is FUCKED UP BEYOND REPAIR, idk what does.

"Weren't we in an alliance?"

"We were. But we got exposed last round."

ARE YOU DITCHING GRETT?!

YOU NEED HER FOR NUMBERS.

Idk why I'm asking at this point. These villains plans have been stupid these past two episodes.

I mean, it's not THAT bad here because there was no other option after they killed Tom & Jake. So...

I won't rant this time.

"You'll be distorted for a few more hours, adjusting back to our time, getting back to your body, all that kind of stuff."

"And you'll probably need YEARS of therapy."

"What do we do? We have to decide between Alec or Grett."

Yeah, obviously.

At least Ellie doesn't hold beef about the arm thing.

*Grett Voted Alec*

Aaaaannnndd the villains are turning on each other.

Idiots.

*Fiore Voted Grett*

Wait what are you doing?

"That game is the closest I'll ever get to legally shooting someone in the face."

Fiore you are a psycho.

*Alec Voted Grett*

"Now that we're exposed, we don't need you anymore."

Welp. Grett's gone.

Unless the heroes voted Alec...

'ALEC'

We know.

'GRETT'

'ALEC'

OH THEY DID VOTE ALEC. WAIT A MINUTE.

'GRETT'

THE HEROES VOTED ALEC. WHERE ELSE WOULD THAT COME FROM?

'GRETT'

...wait what?

Wow. Didn't even need to read all the votes.

Who threw their vote on Alec then?

*thinks about it*

Jake, why'd you do that? There's no reason.

"I might be thinking about turning on the heroes, you know?"

*sigh* Queen's time to go.

"Fiore, Alec, even though you betrayed me, I won't lie. I had a good time with you."

At least she's taking this well.

"It will be difficult, but I'll try and take what you said to heart. I'll stop trying to prove anything to anyone. In fact... that includes you."

"FUCK ALL OF YOU. PEACE OUT!!"

😂👏

YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS

Queen Queen Queen Queen QUEEEEENNNNN

👑

SHE SLAYED TILL THE END

...LITERALLY

Oh my god... what an episode...

Um... so how did we get here? That was... crazy.

Idk how I feel about it. Honestly. Maybe it's just cause of my taste for zombie apocalypse stories. But also, this is DEFINATELY gonna be something these people are gonna have nightmares about.

I mean, okay, two things,

One: JAM IS CANON. 🍉

...there's no jam emoji

At least they worked things out and they're happy together.

I feel like one of them is going next episode. From an idol, like I said. But hey, at least they worked things out and they're happy now and they can work through each other's baggage together.

"Screw you VR Simulator! We're not going to Mexico! We're going to CHINA! And we're eating dumplings!"

I'm happy for them.

And Grett.

Queen. What can I say?

I STANNED HER WHEN NO ONE ELSE DID AND NO ONE ELSE SHOULD AND I STAND BY THAT.

Okay it's not a secret I like her. But I also think she's interesting as an antagonist with her more human story about her family life and wanting to prove herself, but not knowing *how* exactly.

And she found her place with the other villains. Before, you know, they betrayed her. But what do you expect? And at least she took it well.

I admit, I feel like these last three episodes of her were a BIT rushed, but I can't say I would swap her elimination to later until I finish the season and see what the other eliminations are.

I knew she was never winning anyway. Like I said last time, I don't hate it when these shows eliminate my favs, cause I know that's something they HAVE to do. So I fully expected her to get eliminated, and I'm fine with it.

Prediction next episode: Fiore or Alec find an idol and they pull one on the heroes, and with it they get Tom out. That's what I think is gonna happen.

If you guys want me to continue these reactions, be sure to let me know.

[artsyannierose]

Cherri fmk - Angel, Husk, Sir pentious

OH YES LETS GO

Wait shoot who would she kill NO

F: Pentiousss M: Angel K: Husk

I WAS DEBATING BETWEEN ANGEL AND HUSK BUT I SAY ANGEL BC SHE PROLLY CANT BRING HERSELF TO KILL HER BUT THE PROBLME HERE IS THAT SHE’D KILL HIS HAPPINESS SO IDK

ITD BE A MARRAIGE OF CONVENIENCE IF ANYTHING

Honestly I can’t tell would she prioritize angel or angel’s happiness

She’d prolly kill herself first

[depressedstressedlemonzest]

Tag Game Tuesday

TThank you @celestialmickey for the fun today!

Tagged by the sweetest people @auds-and-evens @milkmaidovich @ryantryinx @mikhailoisbaby @surviving-maybe @lupeloto @lingy910y @michellemisfit @deedala @energievie and @whatwouldmickeydo

Name: Lem

Age: 31

Favourite Colour: blue and purple

Beverage of Choice: Water, pepsi zero lately, sprite

Do you have push notifications turned on for tumblr? nooooo. If there's an event or something i want INSTANT notifications of I'll turn them on

Opinion on Fireworks? pretty.

But loud and that bothers my enjoyment. And my dog isn't a fan. I like smoke bombs.

Actually my mom and brother and I will take a pack of smoke balls to the cemetery and set them off on my grandparents and uncles headstones.

Favourite Childhood Toy? When my brother was born the Lion King had just came out, and on the way home from the hospital with my newborn baby brother my parents stopped at the disney store and my brand new baby brother "grabbed" a simba stuffed animal. I would play with it, sleep with it, cut his hair, dress him up. Sadly it got lost when my dad lived in the sticks. Said a hawk carried it off. I found a similar one a few years ago, but it isn't the same one.

That's the bitch, I'd cut his tail fluff and his hair fluff, his whiskers etc

The store you shop at the most: walmart

Do you swear a lot? yessss

Favourite Trope: enemies to lovers, one bed, fake dating, marraige of convenience, grumpy sunshine.

An album with no skips: shrek and shrek 2 soundtracks

If you could play any instrument, what would you choose? Piano. I can play baby shark but that's only with guidance.

Your biggest pet peeve: People who arent my boss acting like they are when they cant do their own shit right. Lookin at you wendy.

Capitalism, I want to be the little cottage core goblin I was meant to be.

Favourite time of day: afternoon/evening.

And finally, did you drink water today? Yup. I usually do about 5 bottles a day if not more. Today was below average at 2.

I'll taaaaaaag

@ian-galagher @callivich @witchboywitchboywitchboy @beebabycastiel @xninetiestrendx and @juliakayyy

And if you guys already have been tagged then no worries!

[dustjacketmusings]

Top 5 fave romance tropes? Also top 5 dynamics romance wise (totally diff question /hj)

Fake dating, put those fuckers in situations

Second chance romance

The Grovel. Make him beg

Marraige of convenience turned real feels

The meet ugly

Dynamics

The two pettiest bitches you've ever seen

Black cat/golden retriever

100% in sync

The couple that slays together

Fighting/scientist duos

Ask me my top 5

[wisecollectorofbooks]

Ok, so reblogging yet again to fulfill a request from @thebroccolination for Joe/Nicky fic recs!

First, I have to recommend literally EVERY fic (there are 62!) by Sixthlight ( @sixth-light here).  Mix of 1-2k fics up to >10k, many AUs/alternate histories, all incredible.  Personal favorites include (but absolutely not limited to):

Marraige of (In)convenience and sequel (one is royalty, the other has no idea. You’ll never believe what happens next!)

Repent at Leisure and sequel (royal AU, not knowing who that one guy is really backfires, eg?)

Explaining is Losing and sequel (academia AU, constantly made me laugh in the last years of my PhD)

In the Heat of the Moment and two! sequels (royal arranged-ish marraige AU, I cannot tell you enough how much I love all the women in these three in particular)

A Nice Story and sequel (post-movie canon, Nile trying to reconcile Joe and Nicky’s (Nicky’s in particular) history with them now)

But honestly, literally EVERYTHING by Sixthlight is perfection.

And the rest of my recs, in no particular order:

Salt, by Redchange15 (almost 34k, immortals canon but what if Nicky, not Quynh, had been in the iron coffin)

Let Not Time Deceive You (You Cannot Conquer Time), by Draco_sollicitus (85k+, INCREDIBLE immortals (and also academia) AU but where NIcky is not an immortal, one of my all time faves)

Peer Reviewed, by Ishandahalf (just over 20k, the academia AU that made me realize that I actually have an unhealthy love of these I was just ignoring, HILARIOUS, romance through critical peer reviews, HILARIOUS)

Missed You by a Few Minutes, a Few Centuries, by just_another_tinker (115k, immortals AU where Joe and Nicky don’t meet for the second time during the crusades)

The Everthere, by Cenotaphs (just under 50k, post-canon, Joe is kidnapped, mind the tags)

Turn the World to Gold, by wordslinging (just under 7k, pre-canon, “Or: Oh, that time in Malta.”)

If I Should Die Before I Wake, by Reiya (16k+, pre-canon, phenomenal Joe and Nicky through the ages fic by my favorite Yuri on Ice fic writer)

To be Freed by You, by TerZima (almost 8k, 5+1 Nicky coming to terms with ::waves hand::)

Kidnapping for Dummies, by Amiril (<4k, post-canon, just a fun little “they don’t have Joe, Joe has you” fic)

Unearthed, by merle_p (4k+, post-canon, a “you live long enough historians are gonna find your stuff whether you like it or remember it or not” fic)

Row Me to Shore, by ScribeofArda (22k+, post-canon, Nile is confused by Joe and Nicky’s dynamics, Andy is amused, Nicky is a badass)

There Are Many Names in History {But None of Them Are Ours} by CypressSunn (3k, post-canon, another “you live long enough historians are gonna find your stuff whether you like it or remember it or not” fic)

The #ImmortalHusbands Conspiracy by Amiril, phoenixacid (3k+, post-canon, the first social media-based fic I read, all sorts of fun hijinks)

If the Pomegranates Are in Bloom by merle_p (<4k, pre-canon, Joe and Nicky in post-plague Grenada, excellent)

the other side of this wide night by mellyflori (50k, modent AU, I saw "For a good time, call Nicky. Ask him about eating sushi with a fork” in the summary and had to read it. Was not disappointed)

canticum by ishandahalf (75k, immortals AU, Nicky is a priest and the newest immortal)

Lingua Franca and sequel, by Anosrepasi (35k+ total, immortals AU, Nicky was the one in the iron coffin, Nile and Joe bonding while searching)

breathless (we could be reckless) by liadan14 (13k+, AU, Joe and Nicky meet and marry, must return to real life. A particular favorite)

Old Olives by aeli_kindara (21k, pre-canon, Joe and Nicky during and after the First Crusade)

All This Time, I've Been Hiding by nataliaa (18k, pre-canon, Joe and Nicky after they stop killing each other)

Blood ties by Redchange15 (28k, post-canon, very good amnesia fic)

Saltwater Sonata by pinstripedJackalope (69k, immortals AU, Nicky in the iron coffin, and after)

The Favored Son(s) by mutantleech (24k+, post-canon AU-ish, after the events of the movie, current Joe and Nicky find themselves with house guests, the new immortals Joe and Nicky from 900 years ago. Very, very good)

PRIDE MONTH CELEBRATION WEEK | day 5 favorite ship › joe & nicky

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