#neis fic

[kurobachisagi]

hold on cut the cameras they’re supposed to be playing soccer

[neytui]

Everyone quiet, I feel the httyd brainrot quietly coming back to me 🧘

[yugen11]

Reaction to Receiving a Gift

Alma, Tao, Tatsuomi, Jin (Yoru), Nei x gn!reader

-fluff, established relationship

-Alma always appreciates every gift you give him, cherishing them all the same and putting them in his room for safe keeping. Or if it's food, he'll make sure to at least eat some in front of you so that way you know he enjoys it! He often enjoys the material possessions you get him more than the ones that might waste away with time like flowers or food. He likes keeping the gifts as memories.

-Tao, although she doesn't show it, always cherishes each and every gift you give her. She loves that you think of her enough to want to give her a gift and she'll always keep it safe. There's something special to her about receiving gifts that she can't quite explain.

-Tatsuomi always overdramatizes the gifts you give him, always acting as if it's the absolute best thing in the whole world. As someone who always begs for your attention, once you give it to him and give him a gift? He's sold. As if he already wasn't though.

-Jin (Yoru) always treasures the gifts deeply. It feels special to him even if the gift is something silly or simple that others would laugh off. No matter if it's homemade or store bought, he'll cherish it all the same, holding it close to his heart because it's a gift from you above all else.

-Nei's ego won't allow her to accept the gift normally. She, of course, has to play it up and say that you obviously got her a gift because she's just so cute. Reality is, she's super embarrassed that you got her a gift and she'll cherish it when you're not look, especially if it's something cute and fuzzy like a plushie!

[cadmusfly]

Funny thing about previously being into Napoleonic Royal Navy fiction and stuff and then switching sides to obsess over the Napoleonic Marshals is returning to things I read and then spotting Mentions Of Marshals that I disregarded before

Like “hey, the boys were here all along, I just didn’t care about them back then!”

oops tag rambled about dragons

[nei-ning]

AKWJNCEKBSRKEDQTKVE!!!

GIIIIIIIRRRRLL!! I AM OVER THE MOON RIGHT NOW! 😍 HOW WONDERFUL THING TO SEE RIGHT AWAY AFTER WAKING UP! ❤️

This is beautiful, cute, amazing and hilarious! The scars and jewelry you gave to them both, too! AAHHH!! I CAN'T! 😭❤️

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!! *tight bear hug* 💕💙

Just a little fanart for @nei-ning fic OVER THE SEAS

READ IT HERE:

[swallowtail-ageha]

My wonderful ao3 so far;

Gammon fisting oviposition copypasta

Ney making out with michaela's corpse before throwing her in the well

[mebiselfandi]

Title: Don’t Leave Me

Summary: Neymar tells Luis and Leo he’s leaving Barcelona

Pairings: Lionel Messi/Neymar, Luis Suarez/Neymar, Lionel Messi/Luis Suarez, MSN

Tags: pain, misery, hurt/no comfort

A/N: GUYS PLEASE READ THIS FIRST BEFORE YOU CONTINUE!! Please if you’re not feeling okay don’t read this. It’s entirely too depressing imo. But please don’t read this on my account especially with everything that’s been happening between these two. Secondly I’m actually laughing cause I said wow this is so hard to write considering I’ve never had to deal with a best friend leaving me behind and the universe really said bet. Oh yeah for the vibes this song is how Leo feels

Leo and Luis watched with curiosity as Neymar and Rafa had a hushed argument all throughout their afternoon practice. Rafa seemingly trying to convince Neymar of something. Neymar eventually seemed to have enough and sulked off to their room as soon as practice was over. Leo and Luis were quick to go up to Rafa to find out what was wrong with Neymar.

“Hey! Rafa, wait!” Luis shouted as they jogged to catch up with him. “What’s wrong with Ney?”

Rafa just gave them both a guilt ridden look, “it’s not for me to say. You’ll have to ask him yourselves.” And before either of them could ask him to elaborate on the cryptic nature of his response he’d already dashed off to talk to Ivan.

They both turned to look at each other, silently agreeing take Rafa’s advice and then set off after Neymar.

Leo knocked lightly on Rafa and Neymar’s door. They heard some shuffling inside then Neymar came and unlocked the door, letting them in and shutting it behind them. He walked back to his bed. Sitting down on it and looking at the two men.

“Ney, are you okay?” Luis asked first when they were now stood in front of him. Both him and Leo could feel their worry for the younger man reaching a boiling point, threatening to spill over.

“I…I have to tell you guys something,” he whispered with a shaky voice looking slightly pale. Leo raised his eyebrows expectantly. Neymar looked up at his two friends in front of him. He wasn’t sure how to tell them especially after everything they’d been through the last few years. Gathering his nerves, he spit it out before he could stop himself, “I’m leaving.”

“What are you talking about?” Luis breathed out but he already knew exactly what Neymar meant.

“I-I’m leaving Barça,” he couldn’t help the crack that entered his voice.

“Oh,” Leo muttered.

Neymar looked down and wiped weakly at a stray tear, “I’m sorry, I tried to tell you guys earlier but I didn’t know how and- and you deserved to know. I’m so sorry.” Neymar whispered. He finally looked back up and he wished he never did. Luis was looking at him with a face painted with utter betrayal and Leo? Oh Leo. Neymar prayed he’d never see the look on his face again. Entirely blank and devoid of emotion, Neymar could see him retreating into himself the same way he did when he would pretend he wasn’t sad or upset. The thought that he had caused him that pain made a fresh batch of unshed tears spring to his eyes.

“When are you going to tell the team?” Leo asked with that blank look in his eyes.

Neymar could only open and close his mouth wordlessly. Unsure how he’d tell them it was only them who didn’t know. The two people who should have known first.

Luis’ face dawned with realization as he understood what Neymar wouldn’t say but before he could say anything, there was a loud knock on the door then Rafa poked his head in.

“Ney? Coach is looking for you,” he announced apologetically then retreated, shutting the door behind him.

They all looked at each other until finally Leo began to head towards the door.

“Wait, Leo-,” but before he could say whatever he planned to, Luis quickly stepped in front of him, shielding Leo from his view.

“Don’t, Ney. Just don’t. Not now,” Luis bit out through clamped teeth, still holding that betrayed look in his eyes.

“But I-.”

“Please,” Luis begged.

Seeing the slight tremble in his friends lips, Neymar could only nod his head in quiet agreement to what he asked. Luis shot Neymar one more pained look then wrapped an arm around Leo’s shoulders, leading them both out of the room. Neymar sat back once the door had shut, leaving him completely alone in the room. He wiped his face with his shirt then mentally told himself to pull it together before heading out to see what the Coach needed.

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Leo and Luis had made sure to avoid Neymar the rest of the day. Whether on purpose or by accident, Neymar didn’t know but he certainly didn’t expect to see them standing outside his door that night.

“Can we come in?” Leo asked. The question more directed towards Rafa who sat on his bed scrolling through his phone.

He looked at the three of them then muttered out a quiet, “no, yeah, it’s fine,” as he got up to leave. When he reached Neymar he squeezed his hand lightly, “I’ll be in Ivan’s room,” he whispered reassuringly. He sent him one final smile then disappeared out the door, closing it behind him.

Neymar went and sat on his bed and watched as Leo and Luis sat opposite him on Rafa’s. They all sat silently for a few seconds before finally Luis spoke.

“You can’t leave.”

“If you came to convince me to stay, it won’t work. I’ve already made up my mind,” Neymar said firmly. He didn’t want to fight with his friends but he’d made his decision and it wasn’t changing.

“But you said you weren’t going to leave.”

“And I’ve decided otherwise,” Neymar argued.

“You’ve decided or someone else?” Luis snapped.

“Barca is your home Ney. You belong here…with us,” Leo redirected as he could see an argument already brewing, “and you’ve been playing so well. We just won against Paris and that was because of you. You brought us back when we had practically lost. Now you want to go there?”

Neymar could feel the tears prickle the back of his eyes

“When did you decide?” Luis questioned.

“June.”

“What?” Leo asked quietly. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, “you’ve known since June?”

“That was almost 3 weeks ago and you’re only telling us now?” Luis finished for him in a hurt tone.

“I-,” Neymar started.

“Don’t say you’re sorry,” Luis growled out lowly. He couldn’t help how rough he sounded but he was mad. However he softened when he saw Neymar flinch at his tone, “why, Ney? Why France? Ney, England is better. City, that kind of football is better, it’s more suited to you. But France?”

“I don’t know,” he mumbled quietly.

Luis leaned forward and took Neymar’s face in his hands. Neymar’s own glassy eyes dimmed under Luis’ own sorrow leaden gaze. He searched and searched for some kind of answer. Any answer that would begin to explain why Neymar was leaving them. But it was to no avail. One of the tears he was trying so desperately to keep at bay slid down his face. A silent plea for the younger man to see reason. “Ney you won’t be happy there,” he whispered, pulling at straws that might make Neymar change his mind before it was too late.

“I could be,” he mumbled back sadly. Luis’ fingers gripped almost painfully into Neymar’s cold skin. Why couldn’t he understand?

“But you won’t be,” he forced out through gritted teeth. Another tear fell, chasing the other.

Leo reached out and gently grabbed onto Luis’ hands, removing them from where they were digging bruises into Neymar’s skin. Luis simply swiped angrily as his eyes and looked away.

Leo watched Neymar for a few seconds. Maybe he’d missed it. Maybe he’d made a mistake and completely missed Neymar’s feelings. Gone months and months without seeing that Neymar no longer wanted to be here. He knew Neymar by heart so why couldn’t he have seen this coming. He should have been able to. Maybe something was wrong with his heart. “Are you not happy here?” He finally asked quietly.

Neymar looked away from Leo. His fingers picked and pulled at the loose threads of the bedspread, “I don’t know.”

“Well, will you be happy there?”

“I-I don’t know…”

Leo’s frustration was reaching a breaking point, “you can’t leave m-,” he began to say forcefully. He paused for a second to calm down. Leo took a deep breath and closed his eyes then opened them, stormy and conflicted, “us. You can’t leave us for ‘I don’t know’ Ney.”

“Ney what do we have to do to convince you to stay?” Luis asked.

“I do want to stay…but I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“I…” Neymar was speechless, “my dad-”

“Forget about him. You don’t have to listen to him. You can decide yourself.” Leo was well aware of the influence he had over Ney but for once he wished Ney would listen to them. “What do you want?” Leo picked up one of Neymar’s hands and tried to catch his gaze, “You want to win the Ballon d’Or? I’ll get you the Ballon d’Or.”

Neymar could feel his heart racing at Leo’s words as he met his eyes with shock. The words slipped out themselves before he could stop them, “I want to win with you,” he looked at Luis, “both of you.”

Luis leaned forward again and grabbed onto Neymar’s other hand, “Ney, if you want to win everything, stay here with us. We’ll make sure you win. In Paris…it’s not guaranteed.”

Neymar could feel his resolve weakening. He wanted to be with Luis and Leo but it was already too late, “It will be different once I get there. I could change the club, the league. They’ve promised me a lot…”

Leo squeezed his hand tightly, “and we’re promising you everything.”

He felt overwhelmed under the looks of desperation in his friends eyes. He didn’t want to leave them. It was one of the last things he wanted. He could barely even imagine a life without their constant presence. Why was he even leaving? He wasn’t sure why he’d agreed to leave. The tears flowed fast and hot down his face, “I can’t,” he finally sobbed out, “I want to but I can’t.”

Luis and Leo pulled him between the two of them and they both held him as he cried. Loud and broken with the arms of the people he cared about most wrapped around him. Minutes felt like hours as the burden of his imminent absence weighed down heavier and heavier around them with an oppressive air. His cries eventually stifled to quiet quivers and short intakes of breath.

“We just want you to be happy Ney,” Luis said as he rubbed Neymar’s back soothingly.

“I know,” he whimpered hoarsely into his shoulder.

Leo looked at Luis and had a silent conversation with him. Understanding what Leo was asking, Luis got up and took Neymar’s head in his hands once more. He rubbed softly at the dried tear tracks on his cheeks. Neymar closed his eyes and tried to focus on the feel of his slightly calloused fingers gliding gently over his skin.

“Just think about it,” he urged. He leaned down and pressed a lingering kiss to Neymar’s forehead then smoothed his hair back and left Leo and Neymar alone. They sat in silence as Leo tried to think of what to say.

“Is it true?” Leo asked. Neymar simply looked at him confusedly until finally in the most quiet of voices Leo asked, “are you leaving because of me?” Leo never listened to what the media had to say. However over the last few months, ever since Neymar’s transfer rumors had started, he’d heard what they said. How Neymar was drowning in Leo’s shadow. He’d obviously believed none of it but he’d also believed Neymar wasn’t leaving. Now he wasn’t sure about anything. “It’s okay you can tell me if it’s me…I won’t be mad at you or anything. I just…I need to know.”

Neymar turned in Leo’s arms to look at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’d think that’s true,” he whispered quietly.

“I don’t know what to think anymore Ney,” Leo whispered back. His eyes were starting to burn with the heat of sadness, “you said you’d stay.” He cracked out, a tear escaping.

“I never meant to hurt you Leo,” Neymar murmured as he tried not to look away from the hopeless expression on Leo’s face.

“But you are.”

“I’ll still come back and visit. I’m not leaving forever.”

“Then why does it feel like this is goodbye.”

Neymar stayed silent as he watched the tears leave Leo’s eyes. He placed his hands gently on either side of his face and Leo nuzzled into his palms as he cradled his head. He wiped away at Leo’s tears but they only seemed to double in strength until Leo let out a choked sob. Neymar was quick to wrap Leo up in his arms. But where Leo usually found the warmth of a thousand suns, he was met with endless winter. Neymar’s embrace lacked all its usual heat and Leo felt so cold. He pushed and clawed at Neymar’s chest. Maybe if he dug deep enough he’d find that familiar feel of his soul.

“Please don’t leave me Ney,” Leo begged through gut wrenching sobs, “I can’t lose you.” He cried into his neck as he wrapped his arms tighter around Neymar’s waist.

Neymar could only cry silently as he watched Leo cry. Leo who was always so strong even when he had every right to not be. And it was his fault. After he’d silently promised to always be by Leo’s side, he was leaving him behind. He was the one causing all this pain and he had no way to fix it. “I’m so so sorry,” he finally wept around the lump in his throat.

“Please…please Ney,” Leo begged as he closed his eyes, rubbing his cheek against Neymar’s and mixing the tears he’d shed with his. He pressed their foreheads together, his lips brushing against Neymar’s and whispered, “just tell me you’ll stay,” so quietly, Neymar would have thought Leo stayed silent had he not felt him breathe the words into his lungs.

“Leo…” Neymar trailed off brokenly. He could feel the pads of Leo’s fingers dig into his ribs.

“…please,” he whimpered tightening the hold on Neymar’s body.

The tears rolled freely down Neymar’s face as he felt Leo’s lip tremble against his with the weight of his decision. There was no way Neymar could let Leo down. How could he deny him this one request? So he lied. He lied over and over again until he almost believed it. Until he wished it was true.

And when Neymar woke up the next morning, Leo was gone.

For @satrangee-ray and @dykemar

I hope I broke your heart’s sufficiently.

[tastybluesprite]

Olders and youngers

Ok so I read this panel and I IMMEDIATELY knew this needed a tickle scene. Alma is just such a precious cinnamon roll and deserves all the tickles.

Warnings: This is a tickle fic so if that’s not your thing feel free to keep scrolling!

Summery: Alma gets Neis wrath when he makes her mad lol. Chaos ensues.

“You ran out of work?!” Alma cried. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that! I’ll assign you guys another mission. Sorry to keep you hanging around, but just sit tight for a bit!” Yoki, the dog humanoid assured them with a smile.

They had arrived once again back at the anti maga organization HQ. Alma had hoped for the possibility that they’d give him and Ms Tao more work. Apparently not however.

“So, what’s up? You mean to tell us there’s no more maga?” Ms Tao asked.

“No, no, that’s not it.” Dara said. “We mean that there’s someone else out there cleaning up instead.”

“And who is that? Must be a heck of a work dork.” Alma said as he leaned back, resting his hands behind his head.

Ms Tao took the cigarette she had lit out of her mouth. “Is it Nei?”

“Ahh… Nei, huh? If she wants to work so much that she’s taking from our share, then she’s definitely a workaholic.” Alma said knowingly, annoyance in his voice.

Yoki sighed. “Yeah, because she’s a competitive overachiever. I keep telling her to take a break, but she never listens to me.”

“Oh.” Dara said suddenly as they head foot steps approaching outside the door. “Speak of the devil.”

The door then burst open.

“I’m baaaaack!!!!” The blonde girl called Nei waved as she greeted them with a wide smile. “Another quick kill today! I kicked those weaklings’ butts!” She was holding two swords in her hand as she said this.

“Nei!!!” Yoki cried with delight.

“Wow!” She said with a mischievous grin, looking towards Alma and Ms Tao. “You two look like you’ve got time on your hands.”

“Yeah… thanks to a certain someone.” Alma grumbled, frowning at her.

“Yep!” She proclaimed, spreading her arms out eagle-like as if expecting praise.

Alma puffed out his cheeks as Yoki and Dara ran to hug her in greeting.

“We’re so glad you’re safe.” Yoki doted, as he and Dara embraced her. “You always worry us by going out on your own, Nei!”

“Worry you? Do you remember me ever coming back hurt?”

They thought about that for a second. Then…

“We don’t!” Yoki cried, smiling with extreme pride. “Thats our Nei!”

Alma looked at them with a slightly dumbfound expression, and Ms Tao continued ignoring them as they cheered.

Nei, finally breaking free from the shirt commontion, plopped on the sofa right next to Ms Tao and Alma.

“Tao, you can praise me too.” She told the braid haired women.

“You’re a hard worker Nei.” Ms Tao offered with not much thought or energy put into it.

“That’s not what I meant.” Nei told her, annoyance in her voice.

Ms Tao looked at her for a moment, then suddenly pulled the blondes head to her shoulder in some effort to show praise.

“Mm-hmm.”

Nei was taken aback for a moment, but broke out of it quickly. “That’s not what I meant either!” She whined, trying to push Ms Tao away.

“You’re my junior around here!” She cried. “Stop acting so cheeky!”

“What do you want me to do?” Ms Tao asked, confusion in her voice.

“You just saw their example not even a second ago!” She exclaimed, pointing at Yoki and Dara.

Alma shot her a cheeky grin, picking at his ear. “Man, you’re as annoying as ever. Ain’tcha, kid?”

“Kid?” Nei repeated, a sudden dangerous tone in her voice.

“You know that… I am… OLDER THAN YOU!!!” She cried as she leaned over Ms Tao, and started trying to go at Alma, attempting to tackle him.

“YEAH BY ONE MEASLY YEAR! QUIT GOING BALLISTIC!!” Alma shot back, trying to push at her arms.

Ms Tao couldn’t help thinking annoying gets a pass, though?

Suddenly Nei managed to gain the upper hand, and went right for the one-year-youngers sides.

Alma shrieked and fell back, landing on the floor.

“W-wahahahaittt!!! Nehehehi dohohohohnt nohohoho tihihicklihihing!!!” Alma cried, bubbly giggles filling the room.

“No! This is what you get for being so damn irritating!!” Nei told him, now going for his belly.

“NahahAHAHaahah NOHOhohOhohOt tHEHEheheir!!!” Alma curled up, futilely trying to protect himself.

“Awww who’s a tickiwish wittle boyyy??” She teased, going under his shirt to get the soft skin of his belly.

“My my your tummy is so cute!” She told him with a grin, squeezing and poking around at the skin. “It’s just like a little baby!!”

“GYAHAHAHA SUHUHUHUDUHUHUP!!!!” Alma squealed, his cheeks flushing a faint shade of pink.

Ms Tao looked at them as she puffed another smoke. She couldn’t help find the whole thing endearing, like a mother watching her own playing around.

“So are you going to apologize?!” She cried.

“NAHAHAHA IHIHIN YOHOHOUR DREHEHEAHAMS!!!”

“Fine then! Taste my wrath you annoying brat!!!” She cried, stuffing her hands into his armpits.

Alma threw his head back and cackled, trying to trap her hands. But it was no help whatsoever.

“STOHOHOHOP PLEHEHEHAHASE!!!”

“You know what you have to say!!”

“FIHIHIHNE FIHIHIHIHIHNE PLEHEHEHAHASE IHIHM SOHOHOHORRY FOHOHRGIHIVE MEHEHE!!!!”

Nei smirked at her victory, pulling her hands back and finally allowing the red head mercy.

“Hmph! That should teach you to respect your elders.” She said, crossing her arms.

“Ehelder huh?” Alma said when he finally managed to catch his breath.

“Old fart.” He told her with a mischievous smirk.

“AARRRHH WHY YOU LITTLE!!!” She started chasing him around the room as Alma ran, giggling like a little child.

Let’s just say it took them a bit of time for them to finally calm down before Yoki could tell them about new intel he got regarding the maga.

[melancholy-of-nadia]

[lul12 TEASER] this is the end.

RELEASE DATE: FRIDAY, JULY 12TH, 2024 [1PM PST]

no warnings for the teaser. we're going in.

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a/n: i have nothing else to share for now. look forward to the chapter and my very lengthy ending notes after.

✨ let me know ur thoughts! how are you feeling about the end approaching?! ✉️

[nei-ning]

Final chapter of my fic “Sign Language” is now out!

Thank you all who went through this journey with me (even my burn-out). I’m happy I recovered from it enough to finish this fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32095597/chapters/117777877

[deviator-yume]

If you have time could you do lyney hunger headcanons?

𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦! 𝘏𝘦’𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘧𝘢𝘷 𝘪𝘯 𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯! ★ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

✩°｡⋆𓄼𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚎𝚢 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜𓄼⋆｡°✩

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- 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢, 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴. 𝘌𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘭 𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘥𝘴𝘵 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦! ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵

- 𝘈 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦, 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵. 𝘜𝘱𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦, 𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

- 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘦’𝘴 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘎𝘳𝘪𝘮 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦… ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

- 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘴 ‘𝘍𝘢𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘍𝘰𝘰𝘥’ 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘪𝘧 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺’𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘣𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭. 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯’𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘢𝘨 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨.

- 𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘰𝘬, 𝘵𝘩𝘶𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵. 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘈𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳/𝘓𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘺 𝘓𝘺𝘯𝘦𝘺 𝘪𝘴. 𝘐 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘯𝘰 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘬?!

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[9kylian]

[nei-ning]

OH HOW NICE IS THIS! :D Thank you so much! I was so happily surprised when I got notification about this :3 Thank you! <3

I’m kinda diving into my animation this year, just basic stuff nothing crazy

So enjoy @nei-ning raph as described in their fanfic!

This is also a weird thank you for being my friend.

[ofmiceandwomen]

Today I decided it will be a good day to talk about a private RP project I’m a part of in one secret TMA server which I share with @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown, @envisionedeternity and @thistlesandstories from our irl friend group and @mersilisk as the guest star and amazing antagonist.

I don’t post much and especially not for The Magnus Archives but I admit the podcast is very important to me. My favourite thing about it is the Regency Harem™️ and the historical episodes. Intertwining the lore with the actual historical events and characters is just amazing.

My irl friends know that I have certain level of interest in military history, and therefore I decided to make a use of it and suggested a plot line for a private RP - a short prequel story for Robert Smirke and young Jonah Magnus meeting. Also, we wanted a Slaughter story because there’s way too little of those in the podcast.

And the background is… The Napoleonic Wars. My beloved @thistlesandstories is a reenactor from that era and therefore they got very excited about the project. The excitement grew contagious and turned @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown into a proper horror DM.

The plot line so far:

Europe, 1811. Napoléon Bonaparte decided to be the problem. Given his notable military accomplishments, the Slaughter just couldn’t leave him unnoticed. After all, the concept of the Total War is born. One day, the Slaughter had came to the young Napoléon and offered him that he would become the greatest warrior of all time. The First Consul of France has agreed.

The Slaughter is rising, therefore it is convinced that the time has come to attempt a ritual. But for a war ritual you sorta need to have two sides, right. There are plenty of “other sides” - and there is one talented general, very dedicated to defending his country. Honourable and skilled man - Viscount Arthur Wellesley, soon to be the Duke of Wellington. Wellington was not having a great time in the Portuguese campaign as his forces were being pushed out by the French, when the Slaughter called to him - offering a victory in exchange for his service. Wellington considered, out of loyalty, he agreed with the nightmarish pact.

The situation improved as now the British and Portuguese army set up an attrition trap with the French falling in. Then guess what - the Slaughter calls again. (The attrition war is usually not exactly Slaughter aligned thing. The soldiers die of starvation, freezing, sickness, which is inherently a corruption thing - The Slaughter wants the bloodbath). Now, the Slaughter has called for a French man again - Marshal Michel Ney, said the Bravest of the Brave, known for his extremely risky approach to the war. An ideal candidate, so it seems . When the French finally retreated and Ney successfully bought their exhausted troops some time by his rearguard actions, the Piper showed up to him, offering him the victory. However, the French marshal has none of that shit and literally tells the War itself to shut the f**k up. Obviously, the Slaughter hates him now.

But now it’s May 1811. Now, time for some historical liberties, yay! Ney lost his command after he disrespected his commanding officer, and his wife convinced him to take a break - therefore they ended up chilling in a little German spa town with their children. The resort happens to be the favourite place of one of the Würtemberger aristocrat Albrecht von Closen. This young man decided it would be nice to invite his British friend Jonah Magnus.

Jonah is very young, he just turned 18, he inherited notable amount of money from his deceased uncle and he has many admirers for his intellect and general charms. However, even now, Jonah is more of a cold academic, a silent observer, with little interest in changing the world. He only wants to know and to understand. And he is just as cold to his companion, sir Barnabas Bennet, who is not really financially stable, but somehow he managed to incite himself to go with Jonah. Barnabas is like a pure opposite of Jonah - hot headed, adventurous and painfully irresponsible.

The last guest to arrive is… nobody else than Viscount Wellesley himself. He has earned a short period of leave and he just picked the same recreational spot as his enemy, Ney. It’s not a coincidence however, the Slaughter is still feeling petty and it wants to ruin Ney for his insolence. The future victor of Waterloo seems to be a good tool for ruining the Marshal’s involuntary holiday.

Oh well. He might not be the last to arrive. There is one more man, who will go down the TMA history - a certain gifted character in his early thirties, working hard on something barely connected to the architecture. Maybe it has something to do with his paranormal obsession. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome sir Robert Smirke!

So yes. The scene is all set. So far it goes very well. Except… it is not.

The disasters are here!

Jonah Magnus seems more interested in Wellesley than in his travel mate Barnabas. Out of desperation, Barnabas decides to finally confess his feelings for Jonah. It went well in his head. He approached the armchair in the lounge, seeing those rich copper curls. He took a deep breath and finally kissed him… Only to realise that Jonah Magnus is not the only one to sport this hairstyle. Red-haired marshal Ney is not amused and his first instinct was hitting the perpetrator right in the face and showering him with list of French profanities.

Albrecht von Closen has really bad feeling about Arthur Wellesley. He is himself a very sensitive and observant man and he disapproves of Jonah’s interest in the famous British commander. It is not the first gut feeling of this kind Albrecht had and he is not exactly sure what to do with that. He meets an unlikely ally - very angry Marshal Ney who is certainly not happy about Wellesley’s presence either.

Robert Smirke found what he was looking for- the presumed Slaughter avatar, aka the Napoleon’s bravest Marshal (please consider that Smirke is a Brit and therefore the idea of future Duke of Wellington as the avatar of the Slaughter is just unimaginable to him). The architect is not exactly a good candidate for a spy and therefore he gets noticed by Ney’s children who decide to take the situation in their hands and reveal the man who keeps stalking their father.

This happened so far. But the plot shall go on because… Enter The Stranger!

The Stranger is still obviously pissed after the Slaughter’s agents ruined their ritual in 1787. So it wants a revenge. And the ideal idea of their revenge is taking the Slaughter avatars one by one and turning them into waxworks. And obviously, their victim is the Napoleons’s marshal Ney.

Jonah Magnus is getting bored of relaxing and he is ready to meet a new friend: the famous Robert Smirke. The man, who will unknowingly bring the Apocalypse two centuries later.

The reasons for posting this is the following:

It’s 255th birthday of Michel Ney! He was originally meant to be a background character, but he sort of stole the show. I might or might not be responsible since I’m the one playing the gingers.

Also, this post might or might not work as a peer pressure for @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown to turn it into a fic 👀

The special acknowledgment goes to @thistlesandstories because we have discovered that somehow we really enjoy fighting with each other after six years of being together. The prequel for Ney and Wellington in Portugal was the best part of this year’s Christmas. I’m still crying for the French officer taken by the Piper though I also love the amount of research it goes into this activity. We ended up with new books on Ney and Wellington.

Credits:

Albrecht von Closen, Aloys Ney: @the-symphony-of-lydia-brown

Robert Smirke: @envisionedeternity

Arthur Wellesley, Barnabas Bennett, Eugène Ney: @thistlesandstories

The Stranger Danger, Léon Ney: @mersilisk

Jonah Magnus, Michel Ney: Me, because I’m all the gingers

[phatburd]

My self-imposed writing break is over, and I really want to finish this fic before the year is out. 😵‍💫

[daegudrama]

two weeks +1 day until i release this monster 🫶🏻 she’s still not done 🫠