#nathaniel pang

[chermibear]

💚 Iz's and Nate's Dorm Rooms💜

Iz's dorm room 💜

nate's dorm room 💚

[throuple-tournament]

Nathan/Vlad/Ursula created by @thebibliosphere.

Description provided by @wanderingandfound.

Trevor: the born and bred monster slayer, whose noble family was all killed by a village mob when he was a child, and he is the lone survivor of that massacre. Alucard: the half-vampire son of Dracula who lived a very happy life until the church killed his human mom and his vampire dad went mad from grief. And Sypha: the magician from a travelling people known as Speakers who have a prophecy that basically says the three of them are to team up to kill Dracula.

Description provided by @powerpolyculeshowdown.

Nathan/Vlad/Ursula: For most of the book it's about two of the characters' romance (Vlad and Nathan) and Ursula meets them closer to the end. Their relationship, I think, is supposed to be continued in the next book. They all kiss each other and it's clear from the book that they like each other, and are all open to polyamory.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

*it’s the finals for tournament 2 but don’t forget the winner has to face the tournament 1 winner

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Nathaniel J. Northland- Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra

Lady Ursula- Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra

Wei Wuxian- Mo Dao Zu Shi/Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation by Mo Xiang Tong Xiu

[evienchantress]

Had a good friend turn me onto the Hunger Pangs novel and lemme tell y'all, dang is it SO good👏. Had to sketch out these three (a bit also based on the modern aus that @thebibliosphere's posted as well, I just love this trio!). Super excited for more content in Joy's wonderful world, def gonna do more beats of the drama that happens cause the boys are dramatic and that's my JAM👏

[vladblutsteinismywife]

silly

[teddypickrwritings]

Hiiiii yaaa, im not sure if your request were open but if not, I apologies for my clumsiness, Im obsessed w your writing style... Could I ask for a one shot of Ithaqua x reader pls- or maybe.... Childhood friend!reader 😭😭 fluff fluff fluffff if you're in the mood ✨

Snowy Reunion - Night Watch x Childhood Friend Reader

A/N: Don’t apologize for being awkward, it’s okay!! And my requests are always open! I’m always in the mood for fluff stuff. 🩵

You were lonely for most of your childhood, making acquaintances but never an actual friend. Those weak friendships didn’t last for very long either—especially when Nathaniel Norwell, the magistrate’s son, started ostracizing you.

“They say that witches don’t have friends. You know what that means, (Y/N)? You’re a witch!” the boy jeered at you constantly. And because children don’t know any better, the others started shunning you as well. Your parents’ comforting words slowly lost their effectiveness as you began to believe the taunts over time.

You had sought refuge in the forest when the bullying was especially bad one day. Your parents were on a trip so you could not run into their arms. This turned out to be a mistake on your part—you ended up getting lost and nearly caught in a blizzard.

But, by some miracle, you were found. A kind woman with red hair had appeared out of nowhere and led you back to her cabin to stay for the night—and it was there you met your best friend.

He had scared you with his bright and curious face so similar to Nathaniel’s. But unlike your tormentor, Ithaqua was very kind to you. He was so happy to see another person besides his mother, and one that was his age. You answered his endless amount of questions about society but did not bring up Nathaniel. And you never brought up the mysterious woman and her son in the village. Even though you were young, you knew that some things should be kept secret.

The memory of that night, along with countless others, kept you warm as you trudged through the fast-falling snow. You couldn’t shake the bittersweet feeling that came with those memories, though. Upon your return to Leng, you had learned that Nathaniel was now dead because of a certain red-haired woman. The villagers all said she turned out to be a horrifying witch that had cursed Nathaniel and led him to his death.

She was nothing but kind, you wanted to say, but couldn’t. You only felt a small pang of sympathy for Nathaniel but not much else. He was never your friend and had treated you harshly; there was no need to shed tears. Instead, you immediately went into the forest to find the “witch’s” son.

The feeling of deja vu was overwhelming as you trekked the path to the cabin. Tears became frozen on your eyelashes as you had an awful thought: what if he’s dead too?

A sudden and distant laugh made you stop in your tracks. You were instantly as alert as a fox. “Hello?” you called out, then felt stupid. Why did you draw more attention to yourself?! The lack of response did not make you feel better. You could only hear the sound of your fearful heartbeat.

It happened in an instant—something knocked you face-first into the snowy ground, muffling your screams. You thrashed around in an attempt to get whatever was on you off, but to no avail. The creature flipped you over onto your back and both of you gasped at the same time.

“You…! (Y/N)?!”

Your fear dissipated in an instant as you recognized the voice behind an unfamiliar mask. It was muffled and a bit deeper now, but you vividly remembered that playful lilt.

You uttered his name as he took off his mask.

The black eyes and faint pupils shocked you, but other than that…yes, this man was your friend! His nose and cheeks were tinged with red from the cold just like how it always used to be. His pale blonde hair was a bit longer and fell into his face now. And the smile that was growing on his chapped lips was the same one that always greeted you when you showed up at the cabin.

“It’s you! It’s really you!” he laughed, tears in his eyes. His long and boney arms enveloped you in a tight hug that you could barely reciprocate. “You disappeared…I nearly forgot you…but you’re here!”

Now you were crying as well, but with a smile. “I’m sorry…I didn’t want to leave,” you sniffled. You didn’t mind that the snow was getting into your jacket. “My parents believed living in the city would be better for me, but I missed you every single day!”

He held you tightly as he somehow managed to stand up in his stilts. “I missed you too,” he breathed, his voice shaking. “Let’s go.”

The cabin was very rundown now compared to the cozy image in your mind. But as Ithaqua—that is what he told you to call him now—lit the fire, it looked the same in that moment. He was still unnaturally tall without his stilts. What happened to him? you wondered.

Those thoughts were pushed away as Ithaqua sat down next to you with a chipped mug of tea. Your numb fingers accepted it gratefully. “I missed almost getting frostbite and having to warm up in front of a fire,” you half-joked.

“And we would have this blanket on us,” Ithaqua added, gesturing to the ratty and faded blanket across your laps. He was much too tall for it to be draped around both your bodies, so he opted to have an arm around your shoulders as an alternative.

You took a sip of the tea and sighed contentedly as its warmth coursed through your veins. “I purposely made us stay out longer just so that could happen,” you admitted with a coy smile.

Ithaqua giggled and held you closer. “I am glad you did that. I liked cuddling too.”

The snow fell faster and faster outside as you two continued to talk about each other’s lives—well, honestly, you were the one sharing the most. Ithaqua seemed like he didn’t want to talk about what he was up to, but you didn’t mind. You just liked seeing the look of adoration on his face as you talked.

“(Y/N), look,” Ithaqua said, pointing out the window. The snow was falling in a flurry now and had already started to build up on the windowsills. “You’ll have to stay here for the night…”

“That wouldn’t be so terrible,” you said as you finished the last drop of your tea. Another wish would be coming true—you had always wanted to spend a night in the cabin, but your parents would have certainly died of fright if you did not return. Play time was always short for that reason too. With the unpredictable snow, Ithaqua’s mother always fretted that you would be unable to return home on time.

Ithaqua’s smile widened. He instructed you to wait while he put out the fire and made the bed to the best of his ability. He killed the little bugs that were crawling around with quick stabs of his claws. And after cleaning those up, he picked you up like a cat and put you in the blankets.

“Hey, just because you’re taller than me now doesn’t mean you can carry me like that!” you said with a huff. He ignored your protest as he started gathering up his strange gear. “What are you doing?”

“I have to stand guard,” he stated. His voice had a bit of edge now. “No one will hurt you while you sleep.”

You shook your head, slightly confused and exasperated. “Ithaqua, you need to sleep too. Don’t think I didn’t notice the bags under your eyes,” you said. He blankly stared at you as if the thought had never occurred to him before. But he reluctantly put down his axe and joined you under the blankets. He got comfortable very quickly; within a minute, he was hugging you again.

“You’re warm now,” he said softly. “I forgot what it was like to have another person sleeping next to me.”

The bittersweet words didn’t affect the smile on your face. You could barely see his, except for the faint glint of his pupils. “Itha,” you said, testing out a new nickname, “what if we lived together?”

“Not in the village or the city, right?”

“Of course not. I meant here,” you said with a giggle. “I’ve always wanted to come back to you the first chance I got. I hated living by myself. And now that I’m here…I don’t want to leave you again.”

You could practically feel the joy radiating off of Ithaqua. “I would love nothing more,” he chuckled. His fingers ran through your hair. “We can do everything together again. Even if it’s too childish for us now. We can handle anything that comes our way…”

“You’ve become overprotective,” you teased. Whatever else you were going to say was interrupted by Ithaqua’s lips pressing against your forehead. You were struck with a childhood memory yet again—the last time you and Ithaqua had seen each other until today.

The boy and his big blue eyes were looking at you longingly as you turned to leave for the night. Neither of you had known that you would be leaving for a new home tomorrow. But maybe he sensed something was off. He ran to you and clumsily kissed your forehead. “Come back soon, (Y/N)!” he said desperately.

“(Y/N), you’re so precious to me. You don’t even know,” Ithaqua whispered, continuing to pepper your forehead in kisses. It didn’t matter that they were a bit sharp because of his chapped lips. Each one filled you with warmth until you were practically melting. “My best friend…”

It was a little embarrassing being doted on like this. Not even your parents were this overbearing with their affection.

Oh, well. It was Ithaqua, so you didn’t mind. His kisses eased your worries and eventually made you drift off to sleep. And before you were fully unconscious, you heard him whisper the words that affirmed your decision to stay with him:

“I love you.”

[joydemorra]

Do you ever start something as a joke and lose complete control over your life?

In a world of dwindling hope, love has never mattered more... [read the full blurb here]

What is Hunger Pangs?

Hunger Pangs, often shortened to “Phangs” by the self-proclaimed phangdom, is my debut romance novel, published in Nov 2020, featuring a deaf, disabled werewolf, a neurodivergent, mad scientist vampire, and an all-powerful enchantress who is the last of her kind.

It is the first book in a slow-burn, polyamorous gaslamp fantasy romance series focusing on the relationship(s) and antics of the three main characters, Nathan Northland, Vlad Blutstein, and Lady Ursula, as they work to save the world they love from imminent magical and ecological disaster.

The first book primarily focuses on the relationship between Nathan and Vlad, with Ursula heavily alluded to in the next book (Pride and Folly) via some shameless flirting and stolen, impulsive kisses.

No love triangles here. Just three highly competent, world-saving bisexuals sharing the same brain cell the closer they get to each other.

There are two editions of the novel. The Flirting with Fangs edition depicts on-page sexual acts, and the Fluff and Fangs edition which uses alternative scenes/fade-to-black scenes for those who prefer not to read depictions of sex. You can read more about why I decided to do this here.

How Did Phangs come to be?

Like most things on my blog, the original concept began as a joke. My friend and enabler, @jeneelestrange, and I were talking about our least favorite tropes in romance/erotica, including but not limited to toxic “alpha” werewolves, brooding stalker vampire boyfriends, and the absolute profound bullshit that is the Conflicted Love Triangle and Bury Your Gays.

Eventually, it culminated in this post:

(source)

It was meant to be a joke. I really cannot emphasize this enough. It was meant to be a shitpost between friends.

A throwaway ADHD impulse.

Tumblr, however, wanted more of these posts, and like a swarming mass of drift-compatible rats in a trench coat, grabbed hold of my lack of impulse control and Ratatouille'd me into becoming an international bestselling author, and, well, here we are.

I also started writing the series while dying, which I highly do not recommend as a functional creative process.

Absolutely do not start a 500k five-part novel series about love and hope while dying from an undiagnosed genetic disorder. Or if you do, make sure you actually die so you don't have to edit the damn thing. (I am mostly kidding.)

What are the themes/tropes/character dynamics of the book?

In the simplest of terms, Phangs is a queer-polyamorous-paranormal-satirical-romance series featuring vampires, werewolves, and all other manner of creatures that go bump in the night.

It is set in a pseudo-regency meets fake-Victorian Gaslamp Fantasy world, complete with gothic castles, enchanted forests, and just a smidge of industrial coal dust.

Style-wise, Phangs has been described by readers as "like reading the queer, goth love child of Terry Pratchett meets Jane Austen," and I've never been more proud of anything in my life.

If Game of Thrones ascribes to the idea that the night is dark and full of terrors, Phangs is the monster-fucker politely sidling up to them at the bar and asking if they can buy them a drink.

It is also primarily a love letter to fandom, which has led some people to believe it’s fanfiction with the serial labels filed off. But as the person who spent five years agonizing over the world-building, I can assure you this is all very much the product of my weird little ADHD brain picking up tropes, shaking them upside down, and running off with whatever fun and interesting things shake loose.

As already stated, the first book, True Love Bites, focuses primarily on the relationship between Captain Nathaniel J. Northland and Viscount Vlad Blutstein.

The first part of the book primarily focuses on Nathan coming home injured from war and trying to find his place in the world as newly deaf and disabled -- something which alienates him from his werewolf family, who don't know what to do with an injury that can't be mended by a full moon.

While working on the island of Eyrie, he encounters Viscount Blutstein -- Vlad-- a neurodivergent, mad scientist dandy vampire with an enthusiasm for demonic botany and a streak of unfailing kindness as broad and expansive as the sky.

It's not so much love at first sight for the pair as instantaneous lust hampered by the restrictions of polite 1880 society and old ingrained prejudices that make them think the other couldn't possibly be interested in them that way. They're just misreading all those heartfelt stares and sexually charged chess games.

(The love is requited, your honor, they're just idiots.)

Both characters are explicitly queer/mspec, as is Ursula, who drops into their world like a magical atom bomb going off, but not before she spends her own parts of the book desperately trying to figure out what manner of dark entity is killing the magical shrines around the world that keep the world alive.

Thematically, the series touches on many things, but the book’s overriding theme is love. Romantically, of course, and love between families, both found or otherwise. But also love as an act of courage. As a choice. An act of defiance in dark and troubling times, and what it means to be loved and belong even though you’re different.

Especially when you’re different.

And I really fucking hope you enjoy it.

To read the full synopsis and check out the heat ratings, buy links and content tags, go to www.joydemorra.com

[stabbyfoxandrew]

happy wip wednesday!!! I hope you have a great week💕 Could I please have a snippet of mer au?

WIP Wednesday (5/22)| Mer Roadtrip AU (Part 19)

Regardless of his identity crisis, Nathaniel dives deeper under the water— to keep his dorsal fin from sticking out— and hauls tail. He’s always been fast. On foot or in the water. His mother couldn’t keep up with him when he was a child, something that annoyed her endlessly. She’d finally come up with a solution to that problem.

Nathaniel reaches for his waist and a pang shoots through him when that belt of braided seaweed isn’t tied around him. Of course it isn’t. Why would it be? The woman who made it is dead. Nathaniel killed her.

He didn’t actually kill her. 

Not really. 

But he might as well have. She’d bled out in the car trying to put distance between them and Nathaniel’s father. And he hadn’t noticed until it was too late. Until she’d driven the car onto the sand, thrown it in park, and made him repeat her rules until she lost consciousness. He’d tried so hard to drag her down to the ocean. It could’ve healed her, saved her. But she died before he could get her to the waves.

He’d burned her body there, buried her bones, and torched the car. Then he’d had to stroll up to a motel and ask for a room, covered in blood and grime and sand, with only a binder and a duffle bag to his name. The attendant didn’t even notice that his world was ending, just handed him a key and told him the hot water didn’t work. Why should it? He didn’t deserve hot water.

[iwritenarrativesandstuff]

What are some characters you'll like to see interact more that hasn't done so much in the series?

Oooo ok this is tricky and the second I post this I'll probably think of more!

I listed a few duos I'd like to see explored more a while back! I'm a bit lazy to go back and link to it now but I remember wanting to see more Dazai and Kyouka, Fukuzawa with young Yosano after she'd just been brought to the Agency, Aya and Akutagawa, and my favourite joke duo, Odasaku and Adam. Here's a few others I thought of:

Gin and Ryuunosuke: Please let them interact in canon. Please. They are literally siblings.

Margaret and literally anyone: Please. She has such an interesting set up. Where are we going with her? Can we elaborate on her situation? Her story? I just want her to interact with characters beside Nathaniel. I'd love to see her encounter Akutagawa again actually... could be really interesting.

Wells and literally anyone: Bring her back... I miss her... :'(

Mushitarou and Ango: ...me and the three other mushiango shippers crying for more of them... (but really I just think they're an interesting duo. *slaps both of them* these two can fit so much grief and regret)

Aya and Jouno: I'd like them to meet up again. I just think they could have a neat dynamic, with Jouno having faith in her without needing to know of her capabilities, simply because he knows she (and any civilian) would be underestimated. Also, both with the whole "justice as a choice" thing. Idk. Something there.

Chuuya and Atsushi: PLEASE. I need to see it so bad. Why have they not directly interacted yet? It seems intentional to me.

Naomi and Dazai: We get hints that Dazai actually teaches Naomi tricks and strategy advice. I'd like to actually see it!

Mori and Fukuchi: They were both at Tokoyami Island during the war! They may have actually met before this!!! I hope we elaborate on this soon. ...also I want both Fukuzawa's exes to meet and for there to be drama because it's funny to me. Bonus points if Mori shows up while Fukuzawa is still bleeding out on the ground. Old man yaoi showdown... (I am kidding :P)

Teruko and Natsume: These two authors had a real connection! Teruko was a student of his. I'd love if they pulled that into the series somehow!

Natsume and Agatha: OKAY, so this is based off irl Natsume's real exchange to Britain he went on. He hated it there lol. That's why I'm hoping for interactions between these two… and I hope they cannot stand each other. Maybe something happened between Natsume and the Order of the Clock Tower and they parted on bad terms. They meet again and the two are just all smiles as Agatha pours tea and Natsume rests his hands on his cane and they think of how much they wish they could laser beam the other to death. Idk. I like the concept tbh.

And these are just silly and self-indulgent:

Sigma and Tsujimura: if Sigma turns out to actually be Ian Fleming, I demand they meet and have a Bond-esque secret agent adventure.

Katai, Kunikida, and Higuchi: my dream crack trio that definitely makes no sense but I can't get it out of my head. I can't explain it ok I just think it's funny if Katai, after the Gin debacle, ends up with two overworked blond friends who check in to make sure that he is still alive under his futon. I need to emphasize though that Higuchi is far from her usual polite or professional and is just so done with Katai all the time. Katai still can't manage to make proper eye contact with her or have a full conversation. Nobody understands how they are keeping in touch or why. Also important you know that Kunikida and Higuchi have this weird frenemies dynamic where they are rightfully suspicious of each other for being on opposite sides but then feel like. A sharp pang of sympathy in their chests every time they hear about the crap the other has to deal with. They both shit-talk Dazai and can rant for hours. Katai is left standing there like 😥. It's basically just the "two teenaged boys" post, where Kunikida is the (comparatively) gentle "oh did you just wake up", Higuchi is the "OPEN UP FUCKNUGGET" and Katai is the guy who answers the door past noon still in his blanket. I know it makes no sense. Let me have this.

[hotheadrednecksimmer]

Shots Part 2- Struck by Love Legacy Challenge - Season 3, Episode 34

Callie and the Masked Man began making out in the private room.

The Masked Man: Oh, Calliope.

Callie was really into making out with this stranger, wait, did he just use her name? How did he know her? Callie: Wait, stop. How do you know my name?

The Masked Man lets out a breath: Don't be mad, Calliope.

There it is again, her name, the way he said it was so familiar. This couldn't be Nathaniel. Nathaniel had red hair and he would never wear something so casual as the Masked Man.

The Masked Man took off a wig and the mask. Callie's heart sank. It was Nathaniel. She had been making out with Nathaniel. She hadn't been brave for moving on, she was moving backwards.

Nathaniel pleads: Calliope please let me explain.

Callie furiously: Why should I let you explain? So you can withhold information from me again? So you can lead me on, sleep with me, and then go back to your fiancé?

Nathaniel: That's what I want to explain. It's not what it-

Callie: It's not what it seems, yeah yeah yeah. It's not like I haven't heard that before.

Nathaniel shakes his head: I'm planning to overtake Barnabas under his nose. He will have no leverage once I gather more allies on the board. Most of the board are tired of his villainous ways, if I can prove that I want to steer the company into greatness, they will side with me. I begged my grandfather to push off the engagement. Calliope, I hate that this happened. I hate that I have to play along with Annabelle.

Callie felt a jealous pang as Annabelle's name was mentioned: You seem real comfortable at the penthouse with her, taking photos, being a family with her. Spencer doesn't even like her.

Nathaniel: She's a vile woman. I don't care for her at all. It's you that I care about.

Callie rolls her eyes: It's too late for that Nathaniel, why didn't you tell me this plan sooner?

Nathaniel: I think Barnabas put hidden mics in the house, I can't figure out he knew about what we were doing before the wedding. The wedding was the first time we were out in public about it.

Callie thinks about confessing what happened to Elle, no way would Elle betray her and tell Barnabas about them hooking up: You could've tried to tell me in other ways. You could've chosen to be honest with me before the wedding. Or given me a heads up that it was going to be revealed at the wedding. You know how heartbreaking that was?

Nathaniel sighed: Barnabas promised me that he would wait until after Christmas to announce it which gave me more time with you to tell you what was happening.

Callie shakes her head: It's no excuse Nathaniel. Do you know that you were my first?

Nathaniel brings his eyes to met hers: I had no idea. Calliope, I hope you believe me when I say this, but I love you. I love you with all my heart and soul. You and Spencer are the only things I care about.

Callie stares at Nathaniel, she would've loved this declaration weeks ago, but now it was useless: If only you loved me more than you love your company.

With those last words, Callie left the private room. She was going to need something strong to keep her from going back into that room with Nathaniel and tell him how much she loves him too.

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[gxst]

WHO : adam & nathaniel ( @0fmercy ) WHERE : the viking camps WHEN : late evening, end of summer festival

if  royals  in  a  sober  state  were  a  lot  to  handle,  it  was  nothing  in  comparison  to  when  they  all  got  together  in  the  name  of  drink.  quickly  as  a  group  they  became  absolutely  insufferable,  demands  being  thrown  left  and  right  as  if  it  was  a  competition  to  see  who  could  make  the  servants’�� lives  more  unbearable.  adam  persevered  only  because  he  knew  that  when  the  sun  set,  he  would  be  set  free  of  his  duties,  and  this  of  course  meant  he  could  find  nathaniel  who  would  make  all  sense  of  stress  and  frustration  disappear,  as  he  always  did.  

the  arrival of the evening  had  moved  part  of  the  crowd  from  the  castle  to  the  viking  camps,  and  adam  had  dutifully  followed  along.  he  was  of  course  glaringly  out  of  place,  but  as  were  most  of  the  crowd  that  had  sought  out  the  camp  for  the  sake  of  continuing  festivities  late  into  the  night.  for  the  servant,  it  was  not  that  he  necessarily  looked  out  of  place,  not  polished  enough  to  seem  like  he  didn’t  belong,  it  was  more  so  just  in  general.  how  lost  he  looked,  standing  close  enough  to  parts  of  the  swedish  court  that  he  would  be  able  to  recognise  it  should  their  eyes  start  to  wander  in  search  for  someone  to  bring  them  a  drink  or  aid  them  in  something  else,  be  it  a  necessary  task  or  one  thrown  out  only  to  prove  that  they  were  better  than.  at least standing around whilst the crowd around him grew more rowdy was excuse enough to drink. he took it.

then,  something  in  the  crowd  caught  adam’s  attention.  or  rather,  someone  -  a  most  familiar  figure  that  made  his  heart  flutter  in  his  chest.  except  this  time,  a  pang  of  worry  quickly  followed  -  as  the  appearance  of  the  man  was  disheveled,  to  say  the  least.  adam  wasted  no  time  in  rushing  over  to  him,  not  caring  how  this  may  seem  should  anyone  be  watching.  after all, potential  onlookers  mattered  not  when  nate  was  hurt. "nate?" voice filled with worry, name spoken to get his love's attention - though he quickly corrected himself for the sake of appearances.  “you're hurt, my lord. what  happened  to  you?"

[chermibear]

Birthdays

Nate's YA birthday party! It was pretty chill, they had a lot of friends from school and the neighbors over.

His mom and gramma cooked up a storm. There's a lot of ethnic favorites like nasi goreng and naan. Yummy, yummy.

Nate about to blow out his candles, and Isabella sitting right there at the table enjoying a watermelon popsicle. She was frowning throughout the aging up because she got brain freeze LOL.

Isabella's birthday party happened two days later. Her birthday falls on Christmas (I have just decided this on the fly). 🎄 So her parents booked out the Christmas park for the evening to celebrate her birthday.

There's so many lights everywhere it was both magical 𝘢𝘯𝘥 blinding. 😵

[throuple-tournament]

Li Shimin/Wu Zetian/Gao Yizhi created by @xiranjayzhao.

Nathan/Vlad/Ursula created by @thebibliosphere.

Description provided by @mochithewondercat.

Description provided by @powerpolyculeshowdown 's submissions.

[queer-book-character-tournament]

Character, book, and author names under the cut

Nathaniel J. Northland- Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra

Vlad Blutstein- Hunger Pangs: True Love Bites by Joy Demorra

[evienchantress]

My finger may have slipped and I doodled more Nathan. He's such a sweet guy☺️ @thebibliosphere

[honorhearted]

“ you were a mistake i never should have made . ” (Alina; Post Sackett's death)

@pagetreader

He'd come to pay his respects. The tent flaps were secure and the candlelight dim, yet none of these things could possibly disguise the absolute m.assacre lying beneath the blood-stained sheet. Sackett was to be sent home to his family. Sackett was to receive a proper burial, and yet Benjamin garnered no joy from this rare reprieve. Not when he was partially responsible.

Even amidst his carefully controlled breaths, Benjamin felt dizzy and sickened. This was all his fault; no matter what he tried, he was never smart enough, strong enough, good enough, to protect his best and dearest friends. And although Nathaniel S.ackett hadn't been a long-term acquaintance, he'd easily burrowed his way beneath Benjamin's defenses and become an avuncular presence, always there to lend advice and his opinions (whether they were wanted or not).

The soft whisper of tent flaps alerted Benjamin to a new presence, yet his spine didn't stiffen until a dulcet, familiar voice reached his ears: “You were a mistake I never should have made.”

He straightened at once, spinning about to find Alina in the entryway. Mouth opening and closing, a searing pang swelled between his ribs, and Benjamin staggered back as though pushed. She blamed him too. It was evident in the dark, blazing scowl etched across her features, and knees wobbling, he grabbed hold of a nearby chair to keep himself from collapsing.

"I could have told you that," Benjamin feebly offered. He couldn't defend himself. There was nothing, nothing that could absolve him of this failure, and with wet, shining eyes, he lifted his chin. "I've written home to his wife. Arrangements have been made to...t-to..." Trailing off, he clamped his lips shut and swallowed, dropping his gaze toward the ground. "If you wish to grieve in private, then I'll go."

I won't take anymore of you than I already have.