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[cavefairy]

@phoenixdaneko i hope you know how much you mean to me. every time youre in my notifs. every time you send a 'SORRY ABOUT ACCIDENTALLY UFOLLOWING YOU' ask. every time we interact via rb's. this ask is never leaving my inbox. it gives me that little boost to keep going every time i check for new asks. i almost never have new ones, but its nice to see it there at the top, just looking back at me. the ghost of a hug, imaginary arms around me. one of the closest friends ive never met.

[tasty-arsenic]

when the post is a banger

[simdertalia]

🐟 🎁 ACNH Aquarium Set 3 🎁 🐟

Here is the third part of the aquarium stuff! With some extras added, as always, made with love by me - 💗💗💗 This set mainly focuses on gift shop items, and some Angler Fish exhibit items (but there are lots of things!)

Sims 4, Base game compatible. 45 items | Check item list below for swatch numbers, most items have multiple swatches | Many extra swatches on many items added by me

I hope you enjoy! 💗

Set contains: -Angler Exhibit Fish Display 1 (ACNH) | 1 swatch | 1177 poly -Angler Exhibit Fish Display 2 (EA) | 5 swatches | 1341 poly -Angler Exhibit Light: On & Off (2 items) | 7 swatches each for light color | 242 poly each -Angler Exhibit Sign 1 (cameras) | 9 swatches frame color | 118 poly -Angler Exhibit Sign 2 (main exhibit sign) | 3 swatches | 2 poly -Angler Fish (glowing ball) | 5 swatches | 1215 poly -Framed Map | 6 swatches frame color | 38 poly -Gift Shop Balloons 1 & 2 (2 items) | 5 swatches each | 1862 poly each -Gift Shop Chest | 3 swatches | 1904 poly -Gift Shop Enclosed Display | 12 swatches | 148 poly -Gift Shop Enclosed Display No Glass | 12 swatches | 98 poly -Gift Shop Enclosed Display with Tag | 12 swatches | 204 poly -Gift Shop Enclosed Display with Tag, No Glass | 12 swatches | 154 poly -Gift Shop Fish Pillow | 5 swatches | 218 poly -Gift Shop Folded Shirts 1 & 2 (2 items) | 19 swatches each | 202 & 162 poly -Gift Shop Mermaid Globe (mermaid item inside borrowed from srslysims!) | 14 swatches | 1273 poly -Gift Shop Octopus Plush | 9 swatches | 638 poly -Gift Shop Pet Sea Angel | 3 container colors, 2 fish colors, 6 total swatches | 622 poly -Gift Shop Shelf 1 (small, 3 shelf) | 13 swatches | 494 poly -Gift Shop Shelf 2 (corner) | 11 swatches | 366 poly -Gift Shop Shelf 3 (tall, 5 shelf) | 13 swatch each | 854 poly -Gift Shop Shelf 4 (large, multi-level) | 13 swatches | 782 poly -Gift Shop Shell Pillow | 6 swatches | 214 poly -Gift Shop Squid (hanging, glows) | 1 swatch | 580 poly -Gift Shop Squid Plush (glows) | 1 swatch | 562 poly -Gift Shop Squid Plush 2 (matches octopus) | 5 swatches | 542 poly -Gift Shop Squid Plush 3 (black & white) | 6 swatches | 2254 poly -Gift Shop Starfish Pillow | 9 swatches | 290 poly -Hanging Sign | 33 swatches | 342 poly -Pamphlet Holder | 10 swatches | 184 poly -Poster Sign (this object has 8 package files, one for each frame color) | 11 swatches for poster each | 174 poly each -Velvet Rope (3 posts, 2 rope) | 17 swatches | 1202 poly -Velvet Rope Post | 9 swatches | 238 poly -Velvet Rope Just Rope | 16 swatches | 246 poly -Velvet Rope Single | 16 swatches | 720 poly

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[thepringlesofblood]

Relevant Dates for The Ravening War

in the trailer, it says “Two decades before the events of A Crown of Candy” and shows a banner counting back from 1210. This is because the war was from 1190-1195, though the conflict that led to it started in 1188

ACOC takes place in 1215, beginning on the 20th of Highbright, the Rocks twins’ 18th “Saint’s Day” (birthday).

I saw a post about a potential discrepancy here bc of the whole “2 decades” bit

I think they did this bc it sounds more impressive to say “two decades before” than “25 years before”

we can extrapolate the twins to have been born in 1197, one year into Amethar and Caramelinda’s marriage. (17th of Harvestdusk, 1196)

the war ended 20 years before ACOC started (1195), but it seems like The Ravening War [campaign] will start at the beginning of the war, in 1190, if the spinning back from 1210 is to be believed.

Archmage Lazuli Rocks died in 1190, at age 32-33, sacrificing herself in battle.

she had recently married, and was deeply in love with, Duchess Caramelinda of House Meringue, a match made before the war. Caramelinda was 28 when her wife died.

the wiki might be wrong - in episode 7 of ACOC amethar remembers a conversation b/w all of his sisters, including Lazuli, where Rococa mentions “Our one ally, the Dairy Islands, half of them wanna kill us for entering the war this late”

but she does die first of the sisters.

Princess Sapphria died in 1195, at age 31-32, killed by Carnish assassins

Saint Citrina died in 1195, at age 34-35, killed by Vegetanian knights ordered by a young, not-yet-Pontifex Belizabeth Brassica.

General Rococoa died in 1195, at age 39-40, shot by Ceresians (on the orders of a certain fancy-pants cakeboy) during the final battle against Imperator Focaccia.

King Jadain [the king of Candia at the time, Amethar’s dad] died a few months post-war, but Queen Pamelia died during the war, before all of her daughters. She was from Fructera (House Pomegrana) and had very different political opinions from her daughters and Amethar.

Amethar (currently a Prince) was born in 1167, and thus is 23 at the beginning of the Ravening War.

the exact dates of the deaths of the Rocks sisters aren’t super set in stone, except for the order of the last three - it wouldn’t surprise me if one or more of them die during the campaign.

lmk if you can think of any other important dates!

[duncandonuts06]

Continuing the Remembrance Day theme with an oc I haven't formally introduced yet, No. 303!

303 (he/him) is a War Department Hunslet 4-6-0T, also affectionally known by its nickname the "War Office." I'll save most of his lore for when I finally get around to doing his ref sheet but I will offer a few tidbits!

He survives WWI and carries a large, deforming scar across the left side of his face from his service. (He has both eyes, he's just winking haha)

His nose was also broken during the war, leaving it crooked and misshapen. He believes in wearing his scars with pride, but, deep down is still quite self-conscious of his battered face.

He's best friends with Dave and sees him like a mentor and an older brother. He meets Schatzchen post-war and becomes fine friends with him as well.

303 (his only identifier and number) is shared by a real Hunslet (works number No. 1215) who served as his inspiration and, as I take it, is the only remaining "War Office" still running. Schatzi was also inspired by a real Brigadelok: No. 1091 (works number No. 15968) and No. 945 (works number No. 14913)

that's all folks!

[christinariccidaily]

Day 1215

Sometimes i straight up forget I run a daily celebrity posting gimmick blog

[yourwizardofaus]

It's my last Tumblr post for 2023, the year that saw the release of an Elvis biopic by Buz Luhrmann. Tom Hanks received some criticism along the way for his portrayal of Parker, with everything from his prosthetic makeup to his accent being singled out. As the year ends, lets take a look at some of the pictures I've collected of the real "Thomas Andrew Parker" during his years with Elvis.

Elvis and Parker at an RCA-Paramount Pictures party at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Los Angeles on 18th May 1957.

Two pictures from December 21, 1957, when Elvis went to Parker's home (1215 Gallatin Road in South Madison, Tennessee) to deliver a Christmas present - a new BMW Isetta microcar.

It’s 9:15am at Fort Dix, NJ on 5th March 1960 and Elvis is being honorably discharged from the Army.  As he collects his mustering out cheque for $109.54 he kids with the Colonel about his percentage.  In later years that would be far from a laughing matter.

Parker shows his sense of humour during the filming Roustabout in 1964 when a birthday party is held for Elvis’ cousin, Billy Smith.

On the NBC set in Los Angeles, Elvis sung a birthday song ‘It Hurts Me’ (in an amusing parody) for the Colonel, 26 June 1968.

A couple of rare shots of Parker with baby Lisa Marie.

Two pictures of Parker and Elvis at the August 1, 1969 press conference in Las Vegas announcing Elvis' new residency at the International Hotel (the Hilton as of 1972).

In this candid shot, we see Parker in a hotel elevator while on tour in Mobile Alabama in 1971 with one of his constant business companions, longtime RCA Records executive George L. Parkhill (centre in yellow shirt).  Parkhill’s main task was "working with Elvis." That basically meant he supervised Elvis' concert tours and, when Elvis was in Los Angeles, monitoring all activities that involved him being RCA's top money maker.

The Colonel below the stage as Elvis performs in Cincinnati in the Black Fireworks jumpsuit on November 11, 1971.

Parker once again staying close to this star client below the stage at the evening appearance at Madison Square Garden on June 9, 1972.

Two pictures of Parker below the stage at the afternoon show in Honolulu on November 18, 1972. In the first picture he's picked an unusual spot to have a chat with Joe Esposito.

An undated picture of Colonel Parker on tour with Elvis in the early 1970s.

Colonel Parker before a concert in Detroit at Olympia Stadium on September 29, 1974.

Perhaps the last time Parker and Elvis were photographed together was in the dressing room just before the new years eve concert in Pontiac, MI, on December 31, 1975. At the time Parker had allowed a visit by local mayor Wallace E. Holland and Oakland press writer Jackie Kallen who presented an award.

[writingquestionsanswered]

Hi so I have a question, but how do you write a monarchy, specifically one in a fantasy setting?

Monarchy in a Fantasy Setting

How you research and write a monarchy in a fantasy setting depends on the type of monarchy you want to have:

-- Constitutional Monarchy: the monarch is a ceremonial head of state with limited power, with political power being in the hands of a constitutional government such as a parliament. (Example: the UK)

-- Federal Monarchy: the monarch serves as the collective and mostly ceremonial figurehead of a federation of states, each with their own monarch or government. This is a rare type of monarchy. (Example: Malaysia)

-- Absolute Monarchy: the monarch has absolute political power, giving them the ability to create and amend laws, appoint political leaders, and conduct geopolitical affairs. (Example: Saudi Arabia, England prior to 1215)

-- Mixed Monarchy: combines elements of aristocracy (rule by a small privileged class), monarchy, and democracy. (Example: Liechtenstein)

*** Since the British monarchy is perhaps the most familiar monarchy for most people, it's important to note that it didn't go straight from an absolute monarchy to what they have today. After 1215, when the Magna Carta acknowledged limits to the monarch's powers in England and established a council of feudal lords (which would eventually evolve into parliament), the monarch still held the bulk of power. Between the 1600s and 1800s, parliament evolved into the representational government we have today, with the monarch evolving in parallel to a ceremonial figurehead.

*** It's also important to note that monarchy looks different the world over, and throughout different eras.

Once you've decided on the type of monarchy you want your story to have, you can do research on that specific type of monarchy to learn how it is structured and how they typically work. You can also research specific monarchies of that type, whether modern monarchies or past monarchies, to get examples and inspiration for what you can do with your story's monarchy.

Here are some general posts about writing royals and monarchy, though they are mostly geared toward European monarchy, particularly historical European monarchy. Make sure to research the specific elements to make sure they fit with the type of monarchy you want to portray:

Guide: Writing Fictional Royals “King” Doesn’t Mean “Husband of the Queen” Forms of Address for Royals and Nobility Creating a Fictional Kingdom

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* Books: 240 verts | 136 faces >> Found under Miscellaneous decor | 30§ >>> Not recolorable - 1 preset

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[bri-the-nautilus]

Elphael: What's In a Name?

Earlier today, my esteemed comrade @the-unkindled-queen made a post wondering about the etymology of Elphael, Brace of the Haligtree. My initial digging turned up a few Reddit comments where the general consensus was that Elphael has its roots (ha) in Hebrew linguistics, with one interpretation being "Family of God" and another being "Work of God":

Now as a linguist and Bible scholar, I think these are awesome. I love seeing all the languages and cultures that these games draw inspiration from, and the Hebrew connection is a neat contrast with the Haligtree itself, which is linguistically Welsh. Additionally, the connection to Abrahamic faith and Hebrew words for people and acts of God is a nice throughline for the way the game portrays Miquella and St Trina as Messianic protectors of the sick and poor. Add in the spiritual atmosphere of Elphael and the Haligtree (prayer rooms, mausoleums, and altar-like statues of Miquella and Malenia abound), and it's a very pleasing little theory.

Soulsborne and especially Elden Ring borrow heavily from Welsh for names and whatnot (like the aforementioned Haligtree), and out of idle curiosity I began to wonder if there was any basis whatsoever for an alternative theory linking Elphael's name to Welsh. My only reasons for going down this path were the vaguely Celtic sound of the name and the fact that the Haligtree proper has a Welsh name. I didn't find anything like this during the search that led me to the Hebrew theories, and plugging various fragmentations of "Elphael" into a Welsh->English translator didn't spit out anything of value. I was about to throw in the towel when I did what I probably should have done before faffing about with the translator and just searched "Elphael Welsh."

And oh golly do we have ourselves an Elphael. Or an Elfael.

Welcome to the infinitely confusing world of medieval Welsh history.

Medieval Wales was divided into several regions, called cantrefi. Each cantref was further divided into several territories called commotes. The cantrefi are pictured below. We're mostly concerned with the central yellow one, Rhwng Gwy a Hafren, but also remember Gwynedd. It's in orange up top.

But that's for later. What we care about right now is the cantref of Rhwng Gwy a Hafren, which lies between the rivers Wye and Severn. This cantref is shown in detail below and is home to the commote of Elfael, shown in green. Also take note of Maelienydd and Buellt. They're light blue and yellow respectively, and we're going to need them later.

The history of Elfael is short and confusing, as one can expect from a fiefdom straddling the English-Welsh border during the post-Roman and post-Norman Conquest years. It didn't exist as a political entity for very long (it was only independent from 1155ish to about 1215 before dissolving completely in 1309), and changed hands often during its lifetime.

Our story begins with a man named Elystan Glodrydd, Prince of Buellt. He lived from 950 to 1010 CE, and at some point during his later life he conquered a territory called Ferlix, which was composed of Elfael and Maelienydd. When Elystan died, rulership of Buellt (Ferlix included) passed to his son Cadwgan, and then to Cadwgan's son Idnerth when he died.

Idnerth's reign is remarkable because he's the guy who lost Buellt. An Anglo-Norman noble, Philip De Braose, had conquered basically all the land between the Wye and Severn, which of course included Buellt. For some reason, at the conclusion of his conquest De Braose gave Ferlix back to Idnerth, but kept Buellt for himself. The end result being that Idnerth had gotten kicked out of his grandpa's commote and into what had originally been a conquered vassal territory. Once Idnerth died (presumably in shame), Ferlix went to his son, a man with the astoundingly awesome name of Madog. During this time, the Anarchy was starting.

The Anarchy was a civil war in Britain from 1138 to 1153. King Henry I died in 1135, and his heiress, the Empress Matilda, had many enemies who didn't want her to take the throne. In 1130, a castle had been built in southern Ferlix by one of these enemies, an Anglo-Norman named Pain FitzJohn, Sheriff of Hereford. This is the actual best name in this story. Pain FitzJohn is a fucking badass name. This castle, which was of course called Pain's Castle, was acquired by Madog in 1135 under foggy pretenses. It's likely that Pain wanted Madog's protection from Matilda, but we're not sure.

Old Madog knew that getting a castle called Pain's Castle was an achievement that couldn't be topped, and proceeded to die at age 65 in 1140, secure in the knowledge that he was better than Idnerth. He left five sons, who bucked the trend of going to war for their dead dad's land by dividing Ferlix amongst themselves. Unfortunately for them, this is when the Anarchy caught up with them. Another Norman lord, Hugh De Mortimer, invaded Ferlix in 1142. Two of Madog's sons (Hywel and another Cadwgan) were killed, and in 1146 De Mortimer killed a third son, Maredudd, in the process of capturing Pain's Castle. In 1155, Matilda's son Henry II took the throne of England, and when Hugh De Mortimer protested, Henry kicked him out of Ferlix. This left Madog's two surviving sons, Einion Clud and Cadwallon, to pick up the pieces. These guys hated each other, and neither brother could stomach ruling in consort with the other. But for some reason, they didn't kill each other, instead dividing Ferlix again in two. Cadwallon got the northern part, which came to be called Maelienydd, and Einion Clud got the southern part, which was called Elfael.

Einion Clud and Cadwallon still hated each other, and their realms were openly hostile, each brother still believing he was entitled to sole rule of all that had once been Ferlix. (Again, why didn't they just fight to the death like every other medieval family?) Things came to a head in 1160, when Cadwallon kidnapped Einion Clud and sent him in chains to Owain Gwynedd, the aptly-named King of Gwynedd, who in turn pawned him off on King Henry II. Eventually, Einion Clud either escaped or was released. It's not certain which of these occurred, but what is certain is that by 1165, Einion Clud was once again ruling Elfael, and at the Battle of Corwen the two brothers fought together against King Henry under the leadership of Owain Gwynedd. Politics are fucking weird.

There would be no happy ending, however. Hugh De Mortimer's son Roger was swearing revenge on his father's enemies. You might take this to mean King Henry, who kicked Hugh De Mortimer out of Ferlix in 1155, but no, Roger was actually a big fan of Henry II and had fought for the King during the Revolt of 1173. No, Roger wanted revenge on the guys who ruled Ferlix after his dad got yanked. The timeline here is a bit weird, but what's certain is that Roger De Mortimer killed Cadwallon in 1179. He also killed Einion Clud, but I wasn't able to find out when. I found a source saying that Roger killed Einion Clud after his father died, but Hugh De Mortimer died in 1181 and my reading on Cadwallon says that he was the prince of both Maelienydd and Elfael at the time of his death, which would only be possible if Einion Clud died before 1179. In fact, Cadwallon is said to have been ambushed by Roger's men in Elfael.

Anyway, that's all the history we care about for our purposes. Maybe I'm reading too much into things, but the fact that medieval Wales has the Lord of Elfael getting kidnapped by his brother seems a bit on the nose.

In Welsh history, the Anarchy leaves three of Madog's sons dead and the survivors are on opposing feudal factions. The Lord of Elfael is kidnapped by his brother.

In Elden Ring, the death of Marika's son sparks the Shattering, turning every remaining demigod against each other. The Lord of Elphael is kidnapped by his brother.

Either Miyazaki and Germ are fucking Super Saiyan level Welsh history scholars, or this is just an absurd coincidence. Either way, it's cool.

(tiny sidenote: this part is DEFINITELY conspiracy, but isn't it funny that our kidnapped lord has a sibling who rules Maelienydd??? Doesn't that sound a bit like... Malenia??? Obviously Malenia doesn't do the kidnapping in ER, but the names line up a bit too well...)

Sorry Niko, this is way more than you bargained for.

[spot-conlons-pimp-cane]

"Just Like Yesterday"

fluffy blush one shot I wrote

it started from the part of rwrb when Alex makes a list of what he loves about Henry, then I listened to "What I Like About You" by The Romantics, then I listened to Next To Normal, and this is the outcome.

(this is my first blush fic I've posted so any and all feedback is welcome, just don't be a jerk Abt it)

words: 1215

Mush knew that Blink had self esteem issues.

It was something that had come up multiple times throughout their friendship.

He thought Blink was the most beautiful thing in the universe, inside and out.

Though Mush knew he was probably biased due to the huge crush he had on him.

He has been trying for years to try and get Blink to see himself the way Mush does.

It's been hard, both because he doesn't want Blink to realize he is totally head over heels for him, and because Blink refuses any compliments.

He still couldn't fathom how someone so beautiful could think so poorly of himself. 

Even now, sitting on his best friend's bed, watching a shitty sitcom on his laptop, with the blond boy sleeping soundly beside him.

He has been contemplating for a while how to confess to Blink. If he even wants to confess, that is. Because on one hand, he really wants to know how he feels, also he doesn't know if he can keep this secret anymore. But on the other hand, he doesn't want to ruin his friendship with Blink.

After an hour and a half of contemplating, typing on his notes app, and admiring Blink (come on! How could he not!) He has a plan.

He wrote on his notes app a list of everything he loves about Blink, and plans on writing it out real fancy and giving it to him when he confesses. 

The list reads:

A list of what I like about you:

Your laugh

The way you run your hands through your hair when you're nervous

Your sapphire blue eye

How you get really excited when you talk about something you like

The way you wring your hands and crack your knuckles when you're bored

How caring you are

Your humor

Your amazing hugs (even though you don't give them often)

The way you always say what's on your mind

Your fashion sense

The way you always put up a tough guy persona, even though you're a big softy

The shade of red your cheeks go when you get any form of praise

How smart you are

Your beauty

As Mush was re-reading his list, making sure he included everything he wanted to, he felt Blink stir beside him.

"Hey, Kid, are you awake?"

“Yeah,” Blink responded, “sorry, i didn’t mean to fall asleep”

"Don't worry about it," Mush smiled softly down at his friend, "plus, you look cute when you're sleepy"

At that, Blink went a beautiful shade of scarlet, struggling to find the words to respond. Mush decided to change the subject before Blink had a chance to reject his compliment.

They talked about everything and nothing for hours, until Mush unfortunately had to go home.

Him and Blink parted with a hug goodbye before he started walking down the street back to his apartment.

As soon as Mush got home he grabbed a piece of paper, and in his finest writing, he wrote out his list, adding things, changing the words of some of them. And by the end, he had a list of 20 things he liked about Kid Blink. 

****

The next day he found Blink sitting outside their school with his headphones on.

Mush sat beside him, but didnt say anything.

This was what they did every morning.

Blink listens to music every morning, then when Mush comes he gives him one of his earbuds. 

If Mush had to bet on what his friend was listening to, he would be a millionaire. 

Blink loves familiarity, so he only listens to show tunes, and sometimes Taylor Swift if he feels like switching it up. Because he still needs something he is familiar with, and Taylor Swift is great for that. 

This morning in particular, when Mush puts in the airpod Blink handed to him, he finds out he is listening to "Next To Normal".

About half way through "Light" they heard the bell.

Mush stood up with a groan, then gave Blink his hand and helped him up.

They then proceeded to hold hands all the way till they got to Mush's English class. (and no, Mush was not freaking out internally, definitely not!)

"Meet up at lunch?" Blink asked

"Of course," Mush replied with a smile, squeezing Blink's hand once more before walking into his class. 

Blink and Mush always had lunch together. 

Everyday they would sit together on the back field of their school, listening to Blink's music, and lying on the grass.

After school they walked to Blink's house, as usual, and because it was friday Mush was going to sleep over, as he always did.

Once they arrived at his house they both said their greetings to the Balletti parents, then headed up to Blink's room.

"So, wanna watch a film?" Blink asked, because that's what they usually did.

But Mush had a different plan.

"Sure! Just first I wanted to give you something.." Mush avoided making eye contact while talking, hoping Blink couldn't see the blush rising on his cheeks and the nervous glint in his eyes. 

"What's up?" Blink asked, looking at Mush with concern (turns out Mush wasn't as subtle as he thought)

"Just-" Mush pulled the list out of his pocket, "read this" 

He handed the folded up paper to Blink and then sat on his bed and looked down at his lap, too scared to see Blink's reaction. 

At the end of this list mush had written something to help get his point across:

Look, I really like you, like more than a friend, and if you don't feel the same way that's fine! I just needed you to know

After a minute, once Blink had read the note, he sat down on the bed before starting to talk.

"Mush, I like you too!"

Mush looked up so fast he almost got whiplash, eyes wide in surprise.

"W-what?" 

"I've felt this way about you for a long time," Blink admitted, his one uncovered eye full of adoration. 

"Why didn't you say anything?" Mush asked

"I didnt wanna ruin this" Blink used his hand to gesture between them "you are one of, if not the most important person in my life, and I didnt wanna lose you," 

"Aww, Blink" Mush cooed, "you could never lose me" Mush smiled at the blond haired boy beside him, "you're stuck with me, weather you like it or not"

Blink laughed 

"I can live with that" 

"Can I kiss you?" Mush couldn't help it, he had been waiting for this moment for god knows how long.

Instead of verbally answering him, Blink placed a tentative hand on Mush's cheek, and leaned in.

The kiss was slow and sweet, both boys melting into it completely. 

When they had finally pulled away Mush had his hands resting on Blink's waist while Blink had one hand on Mush's cheek, and the other on the back of his neck. 

"Wanna watch that film now?" Blink asked, breaking the comfortable silence between them.

"Of coarse" 

The two maneuvered on the bed so that they were both half leaning against the headboard, and put on one of their favourite films.

Maybe today wasn't so much like the others?

But that didn't matter, because it was still just Blink and Mush, together.

[shivunin]

Collected Origins Ficlets

Below are links to all of my Dragon Age: Origins ficlets on tumblr. They are organized by type/chronological order per the headings. Almost entirely Zevran/Tabris, but there are assorted scenes with other characters in there, too.

(If you're looking for more, here are links to DA2 and DAI ficlets as well)

Please let me know if any links are broken!

Arianwen Tabris/Zevran:

Back to Back: (2,015 Words) When the party spends the evening in Redcliffe's castle, Wen and Zevran have little choice but to share a bed. He is surprised when she offers him an unexpected kindness.

Only a Kiss: (1215 Words, T) Arianwen has never been kissed; Zevran offers to correct this

Liar, Liar: (459 Words, Hurt/Comfort, T) While Zevran is feverish from an infection, Arianwen takes care of him

Hart of Hearts: (535 Words, Fluff, T); A moment of connection in the Brecilian Forest

Without a Name: (857 Words, T) In the aftermath of their kiss, Zevran watches Tabris and considers what comes next

Saccharine: The night Zevran and Tabris decide to be together; full AO3 fic here (explicit)

In the Quiet Dark: (1,633 Words) Arianwen grapples with desire

Forsythia: (478 Words, T) Arianwen eagerly anticipates Zevran's company at the end of the night, and muses on the strangeness of feeling anticipation at all.

And Eat It, Too: (1,257 Words, T) Arianwen admires cakes in the city; Zevran makes sure she gets what she wants

Scars: (539 Words, M) Wen notices a scar that Zevran will not discuss. 

A Crossroads Passed: (901 Words, M-ish) Zevran attempts to convince himself that he does not have romantic feelings for Wen after they spend the whole night together for the first time.

Look At Me: (this and The Last Thread are collected into one fic on AO3 here) (973 Words, Hurt/Comfort, M) Wen leaves the Deep Roads with a bad infection, haunted by the ghosts of all who’ve died along the way.

The Last Thread and the Long Drop: (3.171 Words, Hurt/comfort, M); Arianwen is wounded. Zevran can only watch as she is sewn back together. 

From the Depths: (1,321 Words, T) Zevran delivers a piece of good news after Arianwen spends a week recuperating in Orzammar

Rest Now: (1,631 Words, Hurt/Comfort, M) Post-return to the alienage, Zevran urges Tabris to put down her blades and let herself rest

In Confidence: (2,392 Words) Arianwen shows Zevran the place where she grew up

Fang and Thorn: (883 Words, T) Arianwen decides what to do with her mother’s dagger

Breath of Life: (3,658 Words, M) Zevran confronts Taliesen and nearly loses his life in the process; Arianwen grapples with the idea of losing him forever; explicit version on AO3 here

Have This Dance: (928 Words, Fluff, T) Zevran and Wen find a moment of respite on the palace rooftop in Denerim

Vincit Omnes: (1,049 Words, T) Arianwen and Zevran finally admit they love each other.

A Good Fight: (2,440 Words) Across the span of their relationship, Zevran and Tabris argue.

Whatever May Come: (877 Words, T) Zevran and Arianwen share a quiet moment amidst the celebrations at the end of the Blight.

Breaking News: (297 Words) A reporter attempts to discuss the Temple of Sacred Ashes with the Warden-Commander and the researcher who located the place

The Heart Grown Fonder: (1,133 Words, T) Letters between Arianwen and Zevran about how they’re doing apart.

Regarding Spiders and Caves: (403 Words) A letter from Arianwen to Zevran regarding current events at the keep

Reunion: (1,528 Words, M) Zevran comes back from his travels; Arianwen plays a game

A Letter from Kirkwall: (506 Words, T) Zevran re: his absence from Amaranthine, set immediately after his role in Act Three of DA2

Lock and Key: (2,298 Words, Hurt/comfort, M); Zevran is captured by the Crows and tortured. Arianwen frees him.

Ferelden Silver: (2,035 Words) Zevran meets a Warden after the failed ambush on the road; many years later, he watches his betrothed while recovering from a grave wound

A Red, Red Rose: (1,952 Words, Fluff, T) A wedding scene

Dawn and Gold: (905 Words, Fluff, T) Tabris helps Zevran get ready for the day

Misc/ Alistair & Wen:

Hounds and Strays: (4,521 Words, T) A young Arianwen tries to protect a stray dog and fails; as an adult, Alistair realizes they share a connection to animals (the first thing they have in common)

Something to Cry About: (954 words, G) Following the events at Redcliffe, Arianwen begrudgingly admits that she might be friends with Alistair.

Shut-Eye: (996 words, G) Arianwen and Alistair discuss happiness on a sleepy night before the fire.

Miscellaneous Mini-Fics: Charm, Field, Mortify, Presence, Medicine, Elder (Compassion)

[novemberevenings]

what comes before night? | prologue

In the entire history of Prythian, there has only ever been three solar courts: Dawn, Day, and Night. But, on a seemingly random day, an island located closest to the Night Court suddenly makes itself known. No one knows who they are or where they come from but it cannot be any good. Especially when its power rivals that of all the courts, both seasonal and solar.

word count: 1215

a/n: hii everyone, this is the first ever fic im posting so please be kind :) This entire story came from the scenarios that I use before i sleep to entertain myself and i thought that it would actually make a pretty interesting series so here i am, sharing my bedtime scenarios to the world of tumblr. i hope you enjoy!

(This will be an Azriel and reader fic, but bear with me, it will take some time. I’m a huge fan of slow burn and angst so, obviously, that will be common themes in this series :)) 

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You never realized how small your parents’ room was until now. Growing up, it had felt so spacious, like you could get lost between the crevices and gaps in the room. Now, you felt like the roof was closing in on you. Like the walls could suffocate you if you stayed there long enough. 

The room is still large, even now. But it’s lost its air of grandness that it had when you were younger. Now, it all feels a little more familiar. The tall ceilings and billowy curtains, the windows that are so big that so much light gets in. Walls that are smooth and are a sandy-colored beige. The setting sun sets the room in orange and pink hues, a beautiful blend of colors. A sharp contrast to the current atmosphere in the room.

It's quiet here. The only sounds are that of the people bustling about miles away, the ruffling of tissue, and your mother’s quiet sobs. You don’t realize you’re crying too until tear drops fall on your clasped hands with your father. 

“Y/N, look at me please,” your father rasps. It was not said as a command, though it very well could have been. You don’t think you could take it. Your younger brother is a comforting presence beside you, but centuries together could never prepare you for this moment.  

Despite that lingering ache, you look up anyway. A futile act, since you can barely see with your foggy eyes but you try. For your dad, the kind, compassionate, and loving father. The brave, cunning, and powerful High Lord of the Dusk Court. 

“My beautiful, brilliant daughter. How mighty you have become. You will be the best of us yet,” At this point, you don’t even bother trying to hold back the tears. However, you refuse to let out a sound, afraid you’d disrupt the moment. A comforting hand lands on your back, not knowing who it belongs to but accepting it all the same. “You must do what I never could. You must share our court with the rest of the world. Please, Y/N. It is the last thing I will ever ask of you.” 

“You know you never have to ask me to do anything right? You could just command me to do it, pull rank or something,” You say with a slight shrug and a watery smile. The attempt to lighten the mood works. Just a little. 

“I know. But to you, I will always be your dad. Never the High Lord. Plus, pulling rank means I would have to accept defeat. And you know I never lose.” A slight smile pulls at your father’s lips. 

You chuckle at the sass, on the brink of death and still, he decides to have an attitude. Matching teary smiles can be seen in the room. But your dad drops his smile once more, his face going serious again. “Promise me.” 

“I promise, dad. I will share the beauty and knowledge of our court with the world. We will never hide again while the rest go to ruin. I promise. Everyone will know of your greatness, I swear this to you” You whisper, afraid that if your voice gets any louder he would hear the cracks in it. 

“I’m not doing this for praise or commendations, witchling. I want to help people. Even when I’m gone.” A cough follows the statement, your brother helps adjust the pillows again to make him feel more comfortable. 

“You will. You’ve helped so many people, dad. So many.” 

At this point, you could all feel it. The slow, agonizing, feeling of someone’s life drifting away. Your chest hurts, you think rubbing it would help ease the ache but it does not. You all huddle closer to the bed. Your brother goes in first, lowering his forehead to your father’s. Words are exchanged between them, likely the last ever words that will be shared between the two. When your brother lets go, his eyes are more bloodshot than before. 

Your mother goes next, forehead dropping to your father’s, sobs making her shoulders shake. This, you think to yourself, has to be the worst sight you have ever seen. Fields littered with fallen soldiers, severed limbs, or bloody swords are nothing compared to this. Two mates, saying their final goodbyes. Never to be with each other again. 

You look away when your father kisses your mother, the sight too painful, you can’t even imagine how your mom feels right now. You realize that you’ll never have the chance to tease them every time they kiss, your father saying he doesn’t care and kissing your mom again. Secretly, your heart bursts with joy every time he does so, knowing that you were fortunate enough to have parents who love each other and grow up surrounded by so much love. 

He tells her that he loves her very much and you think you must have heard your heart literally break when you hear him say that he’ll wait for her, forever if he has to. You wonder if your mother will ever be the same again. 

You get the last turn and you almost run out of the room to prevent yourself from breaking entirely. Almost. Instead, you shuffle forward a little. You wipe your eyes with the backs of your hands, then you drop your forehead to your father’s at last. 

“I love you, my Y/N. You will be great. Far greater than I. You will make history. You will be the one who finally changes the ways of our court. I know it.” You shut your eyes tight in an attempt to stop your tears from flowing down your cheeks. “Keep your promise to me. Never forget what I taught you. And in your moments of doubt, know that I’m never too far away, yes?” 

“Yes, dad. I promise. I won’t forget. I love you. Please stay. I love you.” 

Lifting your head up, you weave your fingers through your dad’s, one last time. Your mother clasps onto his forearms and your brother squeezes his other hand. With one last smile at all of you, your father closes his eyes. 

You all can sense the shift in the room. The loss of one of the greatest and most powerful High Lords ever in history. The loss of your greatest mentor, your biggest supporter, your father. 

Then after the painful silence, you feel it. The power, all-consuming, raw, and magnificent, rushes into you all at once. You let out a gasp, standing up from the bed, walking to the window, then bending over again while holding on to the wall for dear life. Your eyes are shut tight and your breathing is labored. After taking a few moments to come to, to regulate your breathing and adjust to this new power, you straighten again. 

Both your mother and brother hold eye contact with you for a second. Awe and reverence lines their faces. Then they both get off the bed, take a few steps towards you, then stop within a foot left from you. 

Then they kneel. 

You’re frozen to your spot, the sight so foreign that you don’t know what to do with yourself. 

“Long live the High Lady of the Dusk Court.”

[sincerelyella]

Last Minute Plans

Book: The Royal Romance (AU)

Pairings: Liam x MC (Ella)

Characters belong to Pixelberry: Ella Brooks belongs to me.

Please note that my stories are not to be stolen or reposted on any other site. Reblogs and notes are welcome and much appreciated.

Summary: An AU based on the show New Girl (my favorite can you tell??) Just a collection of one-shots and shenanigans that allude to the show. This will NOT be canon, that means this won’t be in Cordonia and Liam isn’t a King. If you have watched the show before, you know they are in Los Angeles, California. Catch up on The Loft here

A/N: Finally posting something for @choicesflashfics​ this week and it’s my favorite AU that I’ve written so far. Prompt will be in bold. 

A/N 2: It’s been a very long time since I’ve written anything - mostly because work has been crazy and studying related to work has also taken up a lot of my time. My taglist is very old so feel free to ignore should you not want to read this mess lol

Thank you @deb-1106 for reading through this a bit, I love you!

Ratings/Warnings: M - mature content; adult language; sexual innuendos; some overall inappropriateness because it’s the Loft 🤷🏽‍♀️

Words: 1215

Liam paced back and forth as Drake, Max and Leo followed him, all of their heads going right to left and right to left, and back again.

Leo broke the silence. “Bro, what’s wrong with you?”

Liam stopped and gave his friends and brother a confused look. “When did you guys get here?”

“Are you serious right now?” Drake stood and walked towards his best friend. “Li, why are you pacing the floor?”

“Oh, I …” he looked at the floor and then back up at Drake. “I want to propose to Ella.”

Everyone gasped, while Leo and Max stood from the couch.

Maxwell clapped his hands in excitement. “You are?!”

“How? Where’s the ring? When is this happening?!” Leo yelled as he hopped up and down.

“Relax, relax,” Drake hollered over everyone’s voices as he turned to his best friend. “Do you need help with anything?”

“I got her a ring already,” Liam pulled a black velvet box out of his pocket and opened it. “I’m just not sure when or how to do it. Maybe tomorrow?”

Leo snatched the box out of his brother’s hand. “Whoaaaa, this thing is fat!”

“Real helpful, Leo,” Drake mumbled. “You know Ella is crazy about you. Any way you ask her she’s going to cry.”

Liam ran his hands through his thick blonde hair nervously. “You think?”

“Good tears!” Max interrupted.

Drake nodded. “Really good tears.”

“Remember when we didn’t even think this whole Liam and Ella thing was going to happen?” Leo elbowed Max’s side.

“Yeah, we had our doubts.”

“Wait, what?” Liam’s eyes narrowed.

“You guys just kept breaking up and getting back together!” Max shrugged and looked to Leo for backup.

“I mean, there was the St. Valentine’s Day Massacre-”

“No, no,” Max shook his head. “I think it was the Comic-con Dump-A-Thon.”

“You have names for our breakups?” Liam retorted in annoyance.

Leo nodded. “It would really all blur together if we didn’t.”

A year and a half earlier

“You are so annoying in those little sexy shorts you wear! Just shut up!”

Ella’s hands were on his hips yanking him close to her. “You shut up!”

They began to kiss again, tongues tangling and curling together for a few moments until Liam pulled away. “Shut up and take off your clothes,” he pointed at her. “I mean it, Ella, shut up and take off your clothes right now,” he demanded as he pulled his own shirt off, kicked off his shoes and unbuckled his belt.

She huffed and began to pull off her jacket in purposeful motions. “Why are you so ridiculous and chaotic? You can’t even tell me how you feel!”

Liam’s eyes darkened with desire. “I’ll tell you how I feel right now. I want you,” his mouth collided with hers as he swallowed her moans. “I’ve wanted you from the moment you walked into this loft. Now take off your clothes, Ella.”

Max strolled down the hall eating a banana and stopped short when he saw Liam and Ella getting lost in each other in the living room. Drake, who was walking right behind him, bumped into his back and dropped his phone onto the floor with a clang. “Beaumont!”

“Shhh!” Max flailed his arms and pushed his friend back, shushing him as he went.

“I want my bagel, Beaumont! It just popped up from the toaster and if I wait too long it gets too hard,” Drake whined.

“Drake! It’s 10 at night and you’re eating a bagel?” Max shook his head and pushed him into his bedroom. “Don’t answer that,” he huffed and stuck his ear against the door. “Did you see Liam and Ella?! They were finally getting it on!”

Drake smacked Maxwell in the back of the head. “You’re listening to them fucking? And why are they fucking in our living room?!”

Present day

“Okay, we did not have sex in the living room!”

Drake rolled his eyes. “Well we didn’t know that, Li!”

“You two just went back and forth, kissing and then yelling at each other,” Max casually walked into the kitchen to grab an apple. “Like the time we all went to that speed dating event.”

A year ago

“Why did you bring me here?” Drake hissed as his eyes darted around the room. “I knew this was shady as fuck!”

“Shut up, Walker, all we said was there would be good whiskey and you got in the car,” Leo snickered.

“I need new friends,” Drake mumbled as he wandered off in search of said whiskey.

Max surveyed the room. “Where are Ella and Hana?”

Leo shrugged. “No idea but that blonde over there has me written all over her.”

“That’s not how speed dating works, Leo!” Max grabbed his friend’s arm to keep him in place. “Where did Liam and Ella go?”

Leo turned his head and jutted his chin out. “They’re over there bickering by the entrance.”

Maxwell’s eyes widened. “Shit. If looks could kill-”

“They’d both be dead,” Leo finished as they both made their way to the doors to hear better.

Liam and Ella stood with their arms crossed as they faced each other.

“El, you liked kissing me. It’s totally fine to say that,” Liam whisper yelled. “I’m not on my knees asking you to marry me for God’s sake! It was a nice kiss.”

Ella’s eyes were like daggers as she stared at him. ”You were like a dog and my mouth was full of dog … milk. Don’t start with me William!”

The fact that she said his full name made him snap and forget about the people around them. “It was like a damn fairy tale okay?!” He bellowed. “It was the best kiss of your life! You have to take some responsibility, tarting around in those short shorts!”

Leo and Max snorted.

“Wait a second. Pause and rewind … what did you just say?”

Liam’s nostrils flares. “I am a man, Ella! Short shorts are my catnip.”

Present day

“You heard that?” Liam asked with wide eyes. “So much for privacy,” he grumbled. “It was a frustrating time for me okay?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” Leo waved his hand in the air. “You guys have been strong together and now you want to marry her,” he slapped his hands over his heart. “The real question is … who is going to be your best man?”

“That would be me,” Drake slid his eyes to Liam for confirmation.

“Well I-“

Leo cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me, but I think it would be me, Walker Whiny Pants. I’m his brother.”

Drake’s face turned slightly red in aggravation at the nickname. “You’re out of your fucking mind, Rys Potato Chips!”

“What’s with the nicknames?” Max piped up from his seat on the couch.

Liam waved his arms in the air. “We have digressed so far down the rabbit hole. I just want to plan how I’m going to propose! Can any of you buffoons help me with that without arguing?”

“Alright, alright,” Leo yanked a large whiteboard out from behind the tv along with a stand and dry erase markers.

Drake’s eyes widened. “Have those been back there the whole time?”

“My room was full,” Leo explained with a large grin. “Let’s plan this shit!”

[eventinelysplayground]

Ikemen Vampire Masterlist

This is an ongoing Masterlist for all of the Ikevamp fanfiction I do. Some stories feature more than one character but if the main focus is specific it will be listed under that character. If there is not a clear focus on one character I will put it under multiple characters. This list goes by alphabetical order for characters and post date for stories. Image credits/belongs to Cybird. Last updated July 20, 2024.

50 Follower Event

Shattered WC 1929 Comte & Arthur

To be completed WC ?? Vincent & Leonardo

Multiple Characters

A Scolding

A Winter Storm WC 3418

Another Talking To WC 490

Strawberries WC 300

Arthur

Led Away WC 1862

How Old? WC 570

Charles

Comte

A Talking To WC 560

A Plan WC 1045

Dazai

Faust

Long Nights (NSFW) WC 1183

His Strength WC 390

A Dance of Colors WC 1305

Isaac

Astronomy Lesson WC 1215

Anatomy Lesson (NSFW) WC 1796

Jean

Old Acquaintances WC 1284

Christmas Morning WC 902

Happy Birthday Jean WC 718

Loved WC 2370

Leonardo

Confession before a Storm- A Winter Storm Prequel. WC 1257

An Emotional Maelstrom- His pov for A Winter Storm. WC 2748

A Little Nudge (NSFW ) WC 3635

Near Eternity- A Little Nudge epilogue (NSFW) WC 2065

Birthday Surprise WC 900

Speechless- Pt 2 of Birthday Surprise WC 1268

Mozart

Hot Chocolate WC 330

Modern Music WC 250

Napoleon

Sebastian

Shakespeare

Merry Christmas my Juliet WC 1394

Theo

Broken Promises WC 1690

The Middle of the Night (NSFW) WC 1485

Nice To Meet You King WC 1984

Renewed (NSFW) WC 1575

A Birthday Drink WC 1034

Vincent

Have You Always WC 950

Vlad

[scotianostra]

On February 17th in the year 1216 King John of England put the towns of Berwick and Roxburgh to the sword, sparing none.

It’s not often I post about our monarch Alexander II, he gets the birth and death treatment and his coronation as with most of our historic Monarchs. I mus say as well, although I may be wrong, Alexander must be our only King to take an army this far south in England. This chapter in history also shows how brutal the times were, and also how things can change in the relations between Scotland and England.

In 1215 Alexander led an into England to support an insurrection between English Barons and King John. Relations must have been good only two years before as Alexander, just a Prince at the time, was knighted by the English King.

The English Barons wanted to replace King John with Louis VIII of France, and the Scots in support of this made as far as Dover, paying homage to Louis “The Lion” as he was known.

During their time in England the people of the towns in Yorkshire paid Homage to the Scottish King after they came under his protection, this pissed off John, as told here in the Historical Works of Alexander II. (1214-1249).

In the year 1216, in the month of January, the barons of Yorkshire, in England, having come under the protection of King Alexander, did their homage, and gave him their oath of fidelity at Melrose Abbey; which King John of England hearing, in great fury, with a flying army of Reiters, (Mounted Knights) or Alman horsemen, he destroyed their villages and farms with fire and sword; he burnt the towns of Warkworth, Alnwick, Mitford, Morpeth, and on the 17th of February, Berwick and Roxburgh, where he spared neither sex nor age, tormenting young and old with all the tortures tyranny could devise;..

King John died of dysentery later in the year and a peace agreement between his son King Henry III, Louis, and Alexander followed in September 1217 with the Treaty of Kingston. Diplomacy further strengthened the reconciliation by the marriage of Alexander to Henry’s sister Joan to Alexander.