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The Prince - Chapter Ten

A/N: Hello! I apologize that this is late, I meant to post last night but then I facetimed by bestie for 4 hours and got drunk. ANYWAYS, I present to you the final chapter of The Prince. Thank you so much for all your love and support on this story! I hope you enjoy this finale <3

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader Word Count: 4.6k Synopsis: Finally, we see the end of Jace and the reader's story.

Warnings: smut

Previous Chapter

Rhaenyra is understandably furious when Jace comes to see her the next morning. He had not wanted to leave you for long, so all he told her was a quick summary of the events in your room. She had wanted to rage, had wanted to know exactly everything that happened, wanted to see the proof for herself, but when he asked to postpone the meeting, she read the look in his eyes. It was fear. It was fading, but it was still there. Fear for you, fear for himself, fear that everything he had wanted was slipping through his fingers.

So she had let him leave, let him go to you, as long as he promised to find her first thing in the morning. Her rage had not abated in the night.

“If I could kill him again, I would,” she says, looking at the, thankfully, light bruising along his neck. Jace pulls back from her, not wanting the attention the bruises now gave him.

“Did you send word to the Iron Islands?” he asks.

“I sent a raven last night to his brother, the Lord Blacktyde."

“What does this mean for our standing?” he asks. Last night, besides his thoughts of dread that he almost lost you, he was also plagued by what the realm would think. Their position was still so new, to have an attack on his life so soon—

“The only thing the realm will know is that Lord Blacktyde attacked Y/N and the two of you fought him off,” Rhaenyra says.

“The two of us," Jace says softly. He brings his eyes to his mother's. She watches him delicately, like he might break with just a touch. "I'm fine, Mother," he says. She nods.

"I know."

"It looks worse than it is," he says. He wishes he could pull the collar of his doublet up, just to block them from her sight, and yours. Your eyes had been on the bruises all night long. "What of Y/N and I?” he asks. Rhaenyra smiles, her earlier rage ebbing away.

“Y/N saved your life, do you think I would deny her anything?”

“I was not sure,” he says, his smile spreading.

“I think it’s clear the two of you would do anything to stay together. I won’t get in the way. Before last evening, I had a few doubts, but after what Y/N did for you, and speaking with Baela, I trust this is the right decision."

"Baela?" he asks, furrowing his brow. "What did she say?"

“She seems excited about finding a new prospect,” she says. "Or a few."

"She does."

"You both have found happiness, and that is all I've ever wanted."

“Thank you,” Jace says, taking his mother’s hand with a smile. He feels more at ease, knowing that the events of last night only solidified your love.

The cool air of the gardens heals some of the pain inside of you. Of course, your hand still throbs after the maester had to redo your stitches. You are sore all over and have an angry bruise on your cheekbone, but amongst the flowers and the breeze, you feel light. The nightmare you lived in for years is over.

It doesn't feel real. Even after you went to your chambers this morning, looking down at the wet area the maids had scrubbed clean of Barun's blood, you still felt like you were dreaming. That you'd wake up and he would be waiting for you still.

You had woken up a few times in the night, startled from the dreams playing in your head. Jace had been there. His voice was still strained, but he said soothing words and held you close. He was the reason you could believe that it was over, that it would get easier.

He sent word for you to meet him in the gardens, but as you lap around the outer edge again, you still don’t see him. When you stop, its by the door you skipped out of months ago, to hide from your date.

Smiling, you realize where Jace is. You walk to the alcove with the fountain, the place where Jace first confessed his feelings for you. He is pacing beside the fountain when you walk up.

"Are you hiding from me?" you ask, jostling him from his thoughts.

"Never from you," he says, wrapping an arm around your waist. He left early in the morning, and he hadn't seen you until now. His eyes flit to the bruise along your cheek. It seems to only be getting darker as the day progresses.

"Jace," you say gently. His thumb brushes over the mark.

"He didn't suffer enough."

"It doesn't matter," you say with a shake of your head. "He's gone, and he does not deserve our remembrance." Against your better judgement, you look to the bruises along Jace's neck. Yours is darker, but his take up too much space on his beautiful neck.

"Y/N," he says, seeing the sadness in your eyes.

"I'm sorry, Jace. He never should have even come close to you."

"You never have to apologize for what happened."

"He hurt you."

"He hurt you, too," he says, a hand to your chin so your eyes meet his brown ones. "If this is the mark I must bear, so that he is out of your life, I'll wear them with pride."

"I don't deserve you," you say, a hand to his chest, your eyes starting to water.

"Of course you do," he says. You lean in to kiss his jawline once, twice. Jace is smiling softly when your lips meet his. The hand on your back tightens, holding you flush to him. When you pull back, Jace has a strange look on his face.

"What is it?" you ask.

"Do you remember the first time we came here?"

"Of course."

"You almost kissed me," he says, a shy smile growing on his face.

"That was a recurring pattern in our history, yes," you say. "But seems like we're past that." He smiles as he leans in again, his hand fisting in your hair, kissing your lips. He deepens it, backing you up until your legs rest against the fountain.

"Jace," you say, breaking away as he continues to kiss your face. You laugh when you say his name again. He breaks away, the smile still on his face.

"Sorry, just being back here reminds me of the last time, how much I wanted to kiss you back then," he says. "Sometimes, I can't believe this is real, that you love me back." You are smiling softly as you take his hand and kiss it gently.

"I know what you mean," you say. "It doesn't seem real. It's easier when I wake up next to you. Then I have the proof I'm not dreaming. I don't want to return to my chambers tonight."

"You don't have to," he says, squeezing your hand.

"It's not just the room," you say, "It's not being with you."

"I know, which is why I'm moving you into my chambers permanently."

"Jace, the message that would send--"

"What's wrong with a woman sharing the same room as her husband?" he asks. Confusion passes over your face for a moment, but quickly changes to amazement.

"What?" you choke out, the building emotions keeping you from saying much else. You need him to say it clearly, though.

"My mother has assured me that her blessing still stands. We can marry."

"Truly?" you ask.

"Yes," he says, pulling you close. "Doesn't this make you happy?" He studies your face.

"Oh, it absolutely terrifies me," you say with a laugh. "But it also makes me incredibly happy." He beams at you.

"You have nothing to be afraid of. Not when I'm at your side."

"I love you," you say, a hand to his face.

"I love you."

When he kisses you again, your arms wrap around his neck, and neither of you break away for a long while.

The wedding has been pushed until the bride and groom no longer have bruises marring their skin. The decision was also made that your wedding would be a private event. Although there would soon be a time when you would have to face the realm as princess, you want to stay in your bubble with Jace for as long as possible.

It's a lovely bubble to be in, too. To wake up next to him every morning, to learn more about him, to get to bask in his love and not hide away; you don't take it for granted for a second.

However, as the wedding approaches, the bubble gets closer to popping. You will only have five days of officially being his wife before you have to be presented as his princess.

Jace tries to keep your mind off of it, tries to keep you in the bubble. Still though, your anxious thoughts cloud your happiness.

Laying in bed now, you stare at the ceiling, imagining everything that can go wrong.

"What if they don't like me?" you ask aloud. Jace pushes out of the folds of your dress, wiping at his mouth.

“Why wouldn’t they like you?” he asks on a pant.

“Because I’m not what they expected, because our betrothal came out of nowhere.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“To the realm, it will appear so.”

“Y/N,” Jace say with a sigh, his hand tracing a soft pattern on your ankle. “They are going to love you because you will make a great queen. You are kind, smart, and not afraid to fight for the future of the realm.” He kisses your thigh and smiles. “Not to mention, you are so gods-damn beautiful, just a glance at you will have them bending the knee.”

“You exaggerate,” you say.

"I do not."

"You do," you say, "But I love you, still."

“I love you,” he says. “Now please, stop worrying and let me focus on what I was doing.”

“Yes, My Prince,” you say with a smile. You lay back as Jace’s lips meet your center, and this time, you let his mouth distract you from your worries.

Jace has never been happier. Watching you dance with his brother, he can't help the smile on his face. He hasn't been able to all day. From the moment he awoke, to when he finally saw you in your wedding dress, to the celebration now: his smile never fades.

The moment the song ends, he moves towards you, taking you from Joffrey's arms.

"Oh, hello," you say with a grin, falling into step with him.

"Hello," he says with a matching one.

"Joff and I barely finished our dance," you say.

"I didn't want to be apart from you any longer."

"Well I can understand that," you say. He kisses your lips easily.

"I'm so glad I can do that in front of everyone now."

"Me too."

"How does it feel?" he asks.

"Still so strange. Like I'm in the wrong shoes," you say. He shakes his head at you.

"There's something I've wanted to tell you," he says, "And I'm sorry it's on our wedding night, but I need you to know." You look at him nervously. "You've always been worthy. You didn't have to kill Barun and save me, you just had to be you."

You are silent for a moment, tears watering in your eyes. Your fingers are in his curls, playing carefully with them.

"I love you," you say.

"I love you."

"Brigitta," Jace says, his voice sensuously soft. "You are not needed for the night. I can help the princess undress." You look at him through the mirror in your bedroom, a sudden chill racing over your shoulders.

"Very well, Your Highnesses."

Jace doesn't even wait until she's left to come up behind you. His hand snakes around your waist, pressing his body into yours. He makes a sound low in his throat.

"I don't know if I will ever get used to that," you say, leaning your head back on his shoulder. He kisses your neck softly.

"Used to what?" he asks against your skin. His hands trail over your body, like it's the first time they've ever touched you.

"Being called princess," you say breathlessly. Jace's mouth closes on your neck, sucking gently.

"Why?" he asks. His hands move up to cup your breasts. He seems set on distracting you from speaking. He kneads them softly, eliciting a soft moan from you.

"Because I am not--"

"If you say anything about not being worthy," he says, breathless as he continues to feel your body, biting at your earlobe. "I will stop touching you."

"You can't comfort your new bride?" you ask, squirming against his body, the growing pressure there.

"I will do a lot to her," he whispers gruffly in your ear, "But pity her I will not." You grab at his hands, holding him still.

"Jace."

"Fucking look at you, Y/N," he says, meeting your gaze in the mirror. "You were meant to wear these clothes, this crown, this ring." He emphasizes his statement by squeezing your left hand.

"I was meant to wear this dress?" you ask. Jace grins.

"Not for much longer." His hand is gentle as it brushes your hair over your shoulder. Carefully, he pulls at the laces along your back. He moves agonizingly slow. Each time his fingers touch your bare skin, you shudder, until you are covered in goosebumps. Jace laughs against your skin.

"I love you," he says simply, then he lets your dress drop. "Princess."

"Jace," you start, but he cuts you off by turning you around, facing him.

"You better get used to it," he says. "There's no backing out now."

"I don't intend to."

"Good," he says, closing the gap between the two of you. He moves slowly, like he did your first night together. A hand in your hair, he explores your mouth easily. Your hands are on his chest, fiddling with the clasp of his cape. When it falls, it clatters to the ground. Jace pulls back from you with a soft laugh.

"Thank you, Princess."

"Stop that," you say, pulling him in for a quick kiss.

"Not until you're used to it," he says firmly. You loosen the ties at his side and he quickly tosses his doublet aside.

"This one, too," you say, a finger to the loose shirt he wears underneath.

"Yes, Princess," he says with a smirk. "I like when you tell me what to do." His shirt lands in a pile with your dress. His hand cups your cheek as he smiles at you, at your annoyance.

"I'm used to it now," you say, wrapping your arms around him. "You can stop now."

"It is so enjoyable though, Pri--" Your lips meet his, cutting him off. You want none of his slowness tonight. He can taste your need as your tongue slips into his mouth. He hums, bracing a hand on the back of your head to keep you close. The bed seems leagues away as he guides you towards it.

"Y/N," he says in breathless awe, watching your body as you sit on the bed. "You're my wife, my princess." A look passes over his face you know all too well.

"I know," you say, sitting up on your knees, so you are level with him once more. "Now, get up here and fuck your wife." He wraps warm hands around your waist. He speaks against your lips.

"My Princess." He crashes down on top of you, kissing you fiercely. You groan into his mouth, partially because of what he's doing, and partially because of what he called you.

He breaks for breath first, his mouth pink and smiling as he looks down at you. His arms bracket your face. You lean to the side and softly kiss his left hand.

"What is it?" you ask when he keeps looking at you.

"I can't decide between taking my time with you, or taking you roughly." He laughs at the whimper you make. "Slow it is."

"Jace," you say, gasping as his lips meet yours. He bites at your lower lip, eliciting another sound from you. His mouth moves down the length of your neck, leaving slow kisses in his wake.

He says your name, calls you princess, and tells you how beautiful you are, the entire way down your body. He stops at your hip, smirking at the face you pull.

"Y/N," he says lowly, smiling when your body jerks as he slide a fingers a finger through the wet warmth between your legs.

"Yes, My Prince?" you ask. He laughs.

"See, it's not so strange," he says. He adds another finger, both of them deliciously close to your clit, but never fully touching it.

"You were born into the name," you say breathlessly.

"So what?" His fingers slide inside of you. You moan, reaching for him. He holds your hand with his other.. You grip his hand as he pumps slowly. He kisses your inner thigh, slowly, slowly, moving his mouth to your center.

"Jace," you whine.

"Yes?"

"I--" His thumb finally grazes over your clit and you cry out.

"Tell me what you need, Princess." You roll your eyes, but it only makes him work his fingers harder. "Tell me."

"I need your mouth or your cock," you pant. Jace doesn't respond. The moment the words are out of your mouth, his is on your center. His touch is everything you want, and your body thrusts into him. You have devolved to a string of moans, swears, and gasps.

"You taste so good, Princess," he says against your skin. You can't even be annoyed, because when he's between your legs, whispering sweet nothings, it doesn't sound so strange.

"Jace," you cry out, when finally, the building pressure breaks in waves of pleasure. He rides you through it as always, a smile on his face when his fingers slide out of you. He moves up to your lips, kissing them sloppily.

"I'm never going to get tired of hearing my name on your lips," he says.

"I should just go back to calling you My Prince," you say. Your hand moves down to his trousers, working him through the fabric. His eyes flutter at your touch, and his intake of breath is near intoxicating.

"It means something entirely different now," he says, kicking his trousers off. When you touch him, the sound he makes has you smiling.

"You are My Prince," you say, kissing his lips slowly. Jace moans into your mouth.

"I need to be inside of you now," he says. You smile, nodding your head as you kiss him. You release your hand from his cock and he groans.

"So needy," you say, shifting on the bed, pushing him back until his back is against the headboard.

"Can you blame me, Princess?" he asks. You are shaking your head as you straddle his lap. Jace's hands are still greedy, grabbing at you anywhere they can touch. When you align his cock with your folds, his eyes are blown wide, filled with lust and love.

"I love you," you say.

"I love y--" He breathes in sharply as you slip him inside of you. He moans your name, and pulls your chest to his.

"Princess," he says breathlessly as you rock against him. Your arms are around his neck, giving him a view of your annoyed look.

"Stop with that," you say. He grips your hips, moving your body on his.

"I can't."

"I call you Jace, why can't you do the same?" You gasp when he shifts his angle slightly.

"Because you're finally my princess," he says, his breathing growing heavier.

"It's irksome," you say. His lips smile against your neck.

"I'm sorry, princess."

"Jace," you groan, grinding into him until he does, too.

"Let me do it, just tonight," he pants, "I want you to hear how beautiful it sounds." You don't respond, you just grab his face and kiss him. He holds your hips and drives your body against his. You are both quickly approaching your release, and Jace continues to moan 'Princess' into your ear. Per his request, you don't fight him on it. The more he says it, the less it seems ill-suited.

When he finally loses control and finishes inside of you, though, it is your name on his lips.

For a few moments, you are both silent, the room filled with only your breaths. You climb off of him, lying down at his side.

"So?" he asks.

"I could get used to it, I think. But only from your lips."

"That's a start," he says, leaning down to kiss you.

You stand along the balcony surrounding the ballroom, looking down at the throngs of people. The sight is beautiful. Ladies' ballgowns sparkle in the candlelight. Raucous laughter fills the room as wine is passed around.

The fact that all of this is for you feels incredibly wrong.

Just six days ago you were a title-less woman from the Vale, awaiting for you a life of nursemaiding, or marriage to a brute. It feels strange that now, you have what you have always dreamed about. What every young girl has dreamed about once in their life. You were married to a handsome prince. You were a princess. The rest of your life would be nothing but luxuries, and the juxtaposition is still jarring.

And somewhere, still inside of you, you felt as though you don't deserve it. That the life that had been laid out for you was the one you deserved. Your husband said otherwise, but in quiet moments like this, you feel out of place, like you don’t belong.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you look in red?”

You startle at Jace’s voice. He walks to your side, laughing softly. He is dressed in his finest, as well. The doublet he wears clings to his chest in ways that have you thinking about leaving the party altogether.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says. He leans up against the banister rail, surveying the crowd with you for a quiet moment.

“What are you doing up here, Y/N?” he asks.

“Just making a plan of attack,” you say with a smirk, resting your hand on the railing. The wedding ring on your finger sparkles in the light.

“They’re going to absolutely love you.”

“Untrue. Do you know how many of these men I left in the garden or lied to about a cousin needing my help?” you ask. Jace laughs, shaking his head.

“I think they’ll get over it. Besides, you’ll be queen one day. Whatever bad feelings they may have about you, they’ll put them aside to earn your favor,” he says. Your jaw tightens, reality washing over you that this is to be your life now.

“Y/N,” Jace says, standing upright and taking your hands. He turns over the right palm, looking at the scar there. He frowns and rubs it softly with his own thumb. “You are one of the strongest people I know. You can handle anything this court wields at you.”

“I’m not so sure,” you say quietly.

“I am,” he says. “I’m your husband now, Y/N, you should trust me.”

“I do,” you say, stepping closer to him slightly, meeting his eyes.

“Then trust when I say you’ve got this. And,” he says, squeezing your hand softly, “If we do hate it, we can always return to Dragonstone.”

“I don’t want to run,” you say, glancing out at the crowd. “Just hide.” Jace laughs.

“They’re going to love you, just as much as I do,” he says. He puts a hand to your cheek, making you look into his brown eyes. “In that dress, how could they not?” he asks. You are smiling when he leans in to kiss you.

His hand trails down your back, squeezing your backside playfully. You laugh into his kiss, opening it up with your tongue. Jace backs the two of you out of the light, up against a pillar in the shadow. His mouth claims yours, his hands greedy on your body.

“And just think,” he says, breaking away breathlessly, “If the party gets unbearable, we can always sneak off to do this.”

“Why go to the party at all?” you ask, pulling him back to your mouth with a hand in his curls. He laughs, but you know he won’t let the two of you stay like this for long.

“Come on,” he says when he pulls away. “I want to show off my princess.”

He leads you downstairs, just outside the banquet hall. For another few minutes, you keep him occupied with your lips on his, but then he breaks off.

"I'll announce you in a few minutes," he says, squeezing your hand.

"Dragonstone is always an option?" you ask. He smiles.

"Yes, but you won't need it."

"I love you," you say.

"I love you," he says. You cling to his words, gaining courage from them. He slips into the low murmurs of the crowd, leaving you alone. You hope he will be quick, because you aren't sure how long your courage will hold.

"Your Highness." The voice startles you, and when you turn to see Baela, your heart beat doesn't slow. "I'm sorry, I didn't meant to scare you."

"No, no, that's quite alright."

"What are you doing out here?" she asks with a smile. You haven't seen her since the wedding, and before then it was only in passing, or in large groups.

"Jace is going to formally present me," you say. Baela looks at you strangely.

"You're not used to it yet, are you? The title?"

"Not at all," you say with a laugh. Baela does, too, and it makes you relax a little.

"It'll take some time," she says sagely. You nod.

For a moment, it looks like she might leave, but you will hate yourself if you don't say what you must.

"Baela, Your Highness," you say, "We haven't talked very much since everything changed."

"Y/N," she says, smiling as she steps closer. "I want to talk to you, too."

"You do?"

"I know we haven't gotten to know each other, even before . . . everything happened," she says. You look down at your feet. "But I want you to know I'm happy for you. You make Jace so happy. I couldn't ask for anything better."

"Thank you," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "And I just have to say I'm sorry, for taking this from you." She gives you an easy smile.

"Do not worry for me," she says. "This change has given me a freedom I didn't know I could ever have. You have given me that."

"I'm glad for it. And glad for you," you say. "Jace is lucky to call you a friend."

"Thank you, Your Highness. Good luck, tonight. It will go quickly, I think."

"I hope so," you say. She gives you a smile as she enters the ballroom, too.

You stand still for a few minutes, a weight lifted off your shoulders you thought might never be. Knowing that Baela holds no anger for you, makes you believe that the rest might come easily, too.

When a guard waves you towards the door, you are ready. Your husband is on the other side, your family is on the other side. When the doors open and you hear Jace's voice, you let out a sigh of relief.

“Please allow me to introduce my bride, Princess Y/N Velaryon.”

[anapotatowriter]

Hi there! I saw your requests were open and I absolutely adore your writing.

I am officially back in my Edmund Pevensie era (sorry Five Hargreeves, LOL). Do you mind writing something based on Save The Last Dance For Me by Michael Bublé?

Save the last dance for me

Edmund Pevensie x Reader

A/N: HI DARLING BESTIE! THANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST, I REALLY LOVED DELVING INTO SOME TROPES I COULDN'T FIT IN MY PREVIOUS WORKS! I really loved this song, and gained random inspiration from a Bridgerton clip- Did I get up in the middle of the night, and write this whole thing under 3 hours until 2:34 in the morning? Yes, yes I did. Did I do this when I am meant to be studying for my finals? No comment. I hope you like this story. If you don’t, feel free to message me, and I’ll make whatever changes you would like! Also, bonus points to people who can get the different references I have made in this fic~

Summary: Edmund Pevensie is from Narnia. Y/N L/N is from Terenbithia. They are supposed to be enemies, but are they really?

Contains: Fluff basically, a little, teensy-weensy bit of angst, some political rivalry that I *really* didn't explore, a secret relationship, some use of fan language that I think is inferrable??? and a bit of jealousyyyyy! Also, my writing is trash in this fr fr.

Requested: Yes

Now you can dance every dance with the guy 

Who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight 

And you can smile every smile for the man 

Who held your hand beneath the pale moonlight

“We now announce Queen Y/N L/N, Queen of Terebinthia!”

I stepped out from behind the double doors that announced the entry of each royal guest arriving at Cair Paravel. Light applause rang out as I stepped down the stairs, a smirk gracing my face. Four distinct members in the room didn’t bother hiding the subtle displeasure on their faces—the kings and queens of Narnia, enemies of the Terebinthian courts, and thus my enemies. My dark green dress was sewn just to contrast the yellow, red, purple, and blue of the royal members of Narnia, reflecting the political tensions between the two kingdoms. The black lace fan that hung off my wrist reflected the age-old Narnian diamonds, another symbol to rub salt in the wound. My eyes, however, wandered to the younger king, whose silver crown glinting in the candlelight was rivalled only by the sharp flicker in his caramel-brown eyes. 

I stayed as far away from the four monarchs as possible, mingling with the population of royalty surrounding us all, a ruse to put up for the family. “Queen Y/N,” said a voice behind me. I turned to meet the eyes of the prince of Archenland, his blonde hair hiding the gold crown he donned. Prince Orlando’s eyes roved over my appearance, a breathless gasp escaping as he said, “Queen Y/N, I simply must have your first dance.” “It would be an honour, Your Highness,” I responded, curtsying slightly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I opened the fan in my hand with a light flick, bringing it up to my chest and fluttering it, bringing the prince’s attention to the diamonds that adorned my neck and the lace of the fan. My eyes flickered beyond Prince Orlando’s shoulder, meeting the similarly entranced eyes of King Edmund. A secret smile graced my face as the fan “slipped” out of my hand and onto the floor. The eyes of King Edmund and Prince Orlando followed its path, the King stepping forward only slightly before resuming an indifferent posture. I glanced down at the fallen fan, my lips parting slightly in mock surprise. The prince bent on his knee to pick up the fan, just as Edmund’s jaw clenched subtly as he stared at us. Orlando held up the fan to me, my eyes flitting away coyly before meeting his again. 

I held my wrist out to the prince, making him gulp slightly when I slowly removed the lace gloves that adorned my hand. He widened the fan’s strap and fit it around my wrist, his fingers brushing against the recently uncovered skin. But my eyes were focused on Edmund, who watched the fluttering glove as if it had done him a personal disservice. His vision flitted to my wrist, and then to my eyes. He gazed in my direction with extreme focus, making my hand tremble slightly as I replaced the gloves on my hand. Orlando offered his hand to me, which I accepted, and joined the dance floor. Moments later, the brunette king joined the throng of dancers with a partner of his own. I smirked as I curtsied, taking hold of the prince’s hands. The prince, whose blue eyes met mine eagerly, pulled me in closer with his grip on my waist. I gripped his shoulder subtly, before manoeuvring into a spin and out of his arms. The moonlight filtered through the windows of Cair Paravel, casting a light blue hue along with the orange from the candles. Despite the dim lights of the ballroom, I could feel the pair of eyes belonging to Edmund boring into me, making goose bumps rise on every inch of my skin. 

Baby, don't you know I love you so

Can't you feel it when we touch

I will never, never let you go

I love you oh, so much

You can dance, go and carry on

I glanced at Edmund for a moment, who was already staring back with an unrivalled intensity. A drop in the music signalled a switch in partners. My hands immediately left those of the prince, seeking their return to the place of comfort. Home, home, home. Warmth, comfort, and callouses which marked my heart, my hips, my body, my love. I twirled over to the man next to me, Edmund immediately taking hold of me as my dress whipped around me. His fingers dipped tantalising low on my waist, just far enough from being deemed scandalous. The warmth of his palm cut straight through the layers of satin, silk and net that adorned my dress as if they didn’t exist. His hand grasped mine firmly, intertwining our fingers as a means of saying, “I will never let you go.” The moonlight littered over his freckled cheeks, the adoration in his eyes making my heart thud pathetically against my chest. The world around me seemed to disappear as I gazed into his eyes when light applause around us broke me out of my reverie. The music had stopped, indicating the end of the dance. The fan that hung off my wrist was clasped in my hand again. I manoeuvred the fan and swiped the open fan along my cheek. He chuckled under his breath, glancing away quickly before looking back and bowing. As his face dipped just near my ear, he whispered, “I love you too, Y/N… I love you oh so much.” I smiled cheekily at Edmund, curtsying in response before walking back to Prince Orlando for another dance without a glance back.

'Til the night is gone

And it's time to go

If he asks if you're all alone

Can he walk you home, you must tell him no

“Are you going to be travelling home alone, Queen Y/N?” asked Orlando, his eyes flickering with concern. “You need not worry yourself, Prince Orlando. I can do just fine myself,” I replied, smiling. “I can drop you home, Queen Y/N if that would be safer or more comfortable for you.” “No, Prince Orlando. I appreciate your offer and kindness, but I will be fine,” I replied, sharper than intended. He nodded his head in understanding, bowing deeply one last time. He took my hand and grazed his lips against my gloved knuckles before walking out of the ballroom. I caught the eye of Edmund, who was conversing with one of the foreign dignitaries. As if sensing my gaze, his eyes shifted to meet mine. I took my fan into my right hand, placing it in front of my face for a few moments. His eyes glinted in recognition as I walked away, an invitation to follow me. I stalked through the halls of Cair Paravel, which I had crossed through multiple times in the cover of darkness and shadows. I finally emerged through the trap door into the Cair Paravel Gardens, the lingering scent of something citrus infiltrating my senses. As I admired the view, the scent of the gardens was drowned by the smell of coffee and old books. Before I could turn around, Edmund wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into the warmth of his chest. A sudden chill raced down my spine as King Edmund's arms enveloped me, the temperature from the cool gardens contrasting against the warmth of his embrace, making me shiver slightly. “Hello Darling,” he whispered, not wanting to disturb the tranquillity of the gardens. Snippets of music still drifted from the ballroom, but the incessant chattering of crowds was silenced. And there we stood, hidden by the hedges and wisteria-festooned walls of the gardens.

'Cause don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

Save the last dance for me

Oh, I know that the music's fine

Like sparklin' wine, go and have your fun

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart

Don't give your heart to anyone

And don't forget who's taking you home

And in whose arms you're gonna be

So darling, save the last dance for me

“So, are we going to do anything, or just stand around? Because I must admit darling, I am getting rather bored,” I murmured. I could feel the way the corners of Edmund’s lips upturned against the joining between my neck and shoulder. “Maybe I should have taken up Prince Orlando’s offer of taking me home,” I said jokingly. Edmund chuckled lightly, before abruptly spinning me around and gripping me so I faced him. “Don’t forget who’s taking you home, darling. Would be a dam shame to miss out on me for some prince of Archenland,” he quipped. “You might have danced with Prince Orlando, but I'm the one whose arms you’re going to be in tonight.” “May I have the honour of your last dance, Queen Y/N?” asked Edmund as a new song began to play in the background. I chewed lightly on my lower lip, feigning contemplation as I said, “Oh I don’t know. I mean, the music’s fine, but I have already had my fun for the day, I think.” I placed the handle of my closed fan against my lips and pretended to think, watching as Edmund’s eyes tracked the shape of my lips. “Ask your question out loud instead of through your fan, and maybe I’ll agree,” responded Edmund, quirking his eyebrow. I looked away from his gaze and murmured a small, “Kiss me… please.” Before I could finish the last word, his lips pressed against mine softly, the tension leaving my shoulders almost immediately. His hands moved to my gloved ones, tugging at the fingers of the glove gently before pulling the gloves off. His hands traced the newly exposed skin, moving up my arms before placing one on my waist and holding the other one. I shivered at the contact with the skin of his palm, the hardened scars from battles finding their home in my hands. He pulled me into a slow dance, slowly, slowly, slowly tugging my heart to his. “Don’t ever give your heart to anyone else,” he said in my ear, a trace of insecurity running through his words. “I will always save my last dance for you, Edmund Pevensie,” I said in reply, holding on to him like it was my last day.

So darling, save the last dance for me

Oh baby, won't you save the last dance for me

Ooh, you make a promise

That you'll save the last dance for me

Save the last dance

The very last dance

For me

“Darling, save the last dance for me?” asked Edmund, holding his grip over my light blue gown that matched his outfit. “You have asked the same thing at every ball the last 5 years, and my answers never change, darling. I promise that I’ll save the last dance for you,” I replied, kissing him softly on the cheek. As he moved away from me to make his entrance into the ballroom and greet the royalty visiting our home, his sleeve caught on the black fan that dangled from my wrist. He lifted his wrist to his eye level, bringing mine up in the process. Instead of separating the fan from the button on his sleeve, he removed the fan from my wrist, leaving it bare. The diamonds on the fan, once a symbol of the enmity between two lands, showed the union between them. He opened the fan and brushed it against his cheek before walking away, a smile on his face as he glanced back one last time. “I love you, too,” I said to no one, the ring on my hand glistening in its position up high. I shook myself out of my reverie as the person at the doors declared, “We now announce Queen Y/N Pevensie, Wife of King Edmund of Narnia, and Queen of Terebinthia!”

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Okay let’s talk about Murder Drones Finale 😭😭😭

SPOILERS FOR EP 8! ALL OF IT. MURDER DRONES SPOILERS HERE

First off that opening was so cool. Brayden's still on fucking fire, the teacher is so over it. I love it.

Nuzi being Cringe!

THEY ARE SO FUCKING CRINGE YOUR HONOR I LOVE THEM! Uzi asked are they dating and he says "That was the plan!" I LOVE THEMMMMM OMGGGG! I can't get a good screenshot of it but they do wrap they tails together during the fall.

The Animation

I just- it's so fucking good. The red lights as the planet is destroyed. The way that the purple light of Uzi's Null reflects on Cyn's robotic and flesh parts. This is an episode you gotta watch frame by frame. I'm just gonna lump cinematography and shot choices in here too. Like the only way for everyone to truly understand what I'm talking about I NEED YOU TO WATCH THE EPISODE! Like it's well known that every episode is a reference to a horror movie, the Prom is Carrie, Cabin Fever is Friday the 13th, etc. I feel like we don't appreciate how scary this show actually is. The way shots are laid out and scenes are paced give off such unease. It's great I love it. I'm sorry but Uzi trying to put her own heart back in her chest AND save N who is being disemboweled is INSANE WORK. AND THE HANDS! THE HANDS!

AND THE EXPRESSIONS! YALL- FUCK- getting across so much emotion with robot characters is always my favorite thing to see.

And of course! Uzi, N, and V vs Cyn and J. I- it's just- y'all go watch this fight pls. This shot is so fucking beautiful...

J vs V

So J knew the whole time. Big Yikes. ALSO MY PRINCESS BABY GIRL IS ALIVE! God on J for living past the end credits but WOW- for Cyn to trick her... I wonder how much of that she really thought was Tessa.

Khan, Lizzy and Thad

I love this shot of Khan so much.

I still believe that the "secret friend" was Khan and/or Nori just because there is no reason for Lizzy to not tell Thad (also V texted her AFTER the planet exploded to let her know she's alive which she wouldn't need to do if she still thought Tessa was Tessa). It would be funny if it was all three. Nori was gonna get the cross to the surface and give it Lizzy to get to Khan. Khan asked Lizzy to find the hideout since she was hanging out with V in between Ep2 and 3 and then V texted her after the planet exploded to stall J. Honestly love that for Lizzy did the most and cared the least. Side note, the way Lizzy is so unbothered in the fight confirms to me that she is the homeroom teacher's daughter.

But yeah! I'm glad these three made it to the end and they didn't do the thing where Lizzy and Uzi become besties. I like Lizzy as V's friend more. Love love LOVE- Khan looking at Nori's core and saying "Kinda hot..?" Nice to know that the Doorman women have a type. And Thad. Sweet little prince Thad. Just a good dude.

Cyn (this whole part is rambly)

I've been very specific about referring to Absolute Solver as Cyn. I usually write "Absolute Solver/Cyn" when reffering to them. Cyn is dead though. Uzi burned up her core and ate the [null]. So for brevity, I'm just gonna call it/them Cyn.

Speaking of Cyn. I love Cyn. I don't think I talk about how much I love Cyn. I can't talk about Cyn without talking about her relationship to N, V, and J. N, V, Nori and Uzi all refer to Cyn as her. J refers to Cyn as it. Cause that's all it really is. Cyn was the host- someone who is long gone. Even when Uzi was taken over V was angry at Cyn: "Same horrors, huh Cyn?"

J on the other hands says: "It tricked me too." She's knows what the Solver is and sees it for what it is, a virus. We've seen from the memories that N and V (especially N) were a lot closer to Cyn than J who sided with Tessa and the Elliots. This distinction of calling Cyn shows that N and V can't or won't distinguish the two. This is someone they grew up and lived with. N is hesitant and scared cause that's who little sister vs V who is angry cause this is the creature that replaced Cyn. Remember V says "We do our job, and that thing leaves us alone." As far as V is concerned Cyn was always like this and she just wants to save her team, especially N. (As far as Uzi and Nori go, they've never known the Solver by any other name except Cyn so no need to change it. Absolute Solver is a mouthful compared to Cyn). My point it, it hurts seeing the person you love become a monster and even more to know that Cyn 1001 was never there. The only time we saw her was as that little scared Robot in the pile. They never really knew her and maybe there's hope that Cyn, their Cyn, is in there but she isn't. She never was, it's always been the Solver.

And because I have to mention it. In N's flashbacks after Cyn caves his chest open we see flashes of this happening at the mansion and V's body on the floor. Which was expected, we know Cyn made them but what I'm thinking is, Cyn DEFINITELY used N to kill Tessa.

ANYWAY- now I get to talk about how much I love this fucking little freak. She is so CREEPY! I love everything about Cyn. I love how she moves- how her movements are so creepy and fluid. Like all the animation is fluid but she moves extra-fluid. It's creepy she's creepy I love her! I love how much personality she has, they totally could have went the soulless machine route but no, just like the Worker Drones she HAS personality! She sadistic, malicious, and manipulative. Genuinely there is so much wrong with her. Like there is so much about her to talk about that I can't even explain in words. Better to assimilate than explain tbh. Like she shows genuine interest in the Murder Drones. She kept their personalities in tact because of N, even knowing that V and J would be liabilities. She even told Tessa as long as she didn't get in her way, Tessa would be unharmed. She could've easily killed the banquet without all the flair but she was angry at the Elliot family for threatening her, N and the rest of the Drones. The singularity is the point where technology reaches when we, humans, can no longer control it. It is indistinguishable from our concept of humanity. I'm not gonna get all philosophical and ponder the legitimacy of the Drones AI, I think the show does that well enough. They have thoughts and feelings, they are alive, plain and simple. This story is not new btw, robots living in the remains of human society and having their own personalities and living as an extent of humanity has been done before. The examples I can think of are Wall-E, Stray and I Have No Mouth... works too (kinda). Basically, Cyn as the antagonist have her own personality that goes beyond the mindless machine route is so fucking cool and I love it. I love has antagonistic she is to everyone, even people she likes. It's not like she doesn't understand empathy, she just doesn't care. "Your copies will forgive me." And again! The is not new, this is not a new character type, I'm sure but it's done well here. She is amazing and I love everything about her. Cyn you are freaking crazy baby girl and I love you.

The Ending

She a damaged OC now, what else is there to say?

[tsunem-dilem]

Tsunemi Hirano

Dazzling sunny idol, illuminating the stage with her color☆

(art above by my v cool friend @crikuu!!! full creds to them thank you shawty <3)

A young woman who wants to spread light and experience everything about ES and idols. She is sociable, friendly, and wants to get along with everyone they meet, but holds a hidden serious side when things need to change or get done. With a bright singing voice, she gives peppy performances guaranteed to bring your mood up.

She is currently a member of ShawtyPOP! under NEW DIMENSION, featuring herself, SSERII (created by @yume-tonin), Camellia Kordula (created by @floriographica), and Kanami Lovette (created by @crikuu), and produced separately by A.D. Vyse (created by @musical-ghostie).

Age: 19

Graduated From: ???

Circles: Niki's Kitchen, Manga Club, Mystery Researchers, ASOBI Club, Ibara Lecture, BIBLION

Height: 160cm (5'3")

Weight:  55kg (121 lbs)

Date of Birth: April 18th (Aries)

Extra

Roommates: SSERII, A.D. Vyse, Kanami Lovette, Camellia Kordula

Handedness: Right-handed

Blood Type: B

Likes: Plushies and other comfy objects, sweet snacks, collecting coins

Dislikes: Oranges, pessimistic outlooks

Favorite Food: Chocolate (and any sweet related)

Family: Parents, older brother (distant)

Hobby: Collecting coins, helping others, drawing

Specialty: Making people smile

Image Color: #FFF189

Relationship Descriptions:

Ibara: Old coworkers (sort of) reconnecting. Ibara is down bad nasty insane about her but is also EMOTIONALLY CONSTIPATED AS FUCK. Tsunemi tries to help him open up and turn his face toward the sun, the light he abandoned, while he sways between wanting to manipulate and conquer her and falling more into a genuine, softer love. The Toxic Straights of all time. Fated lovers but evil. Yuzuru: Gentle and genuine x completely shy and in love. Watched him perform in a fine live one time and completely fell for him. Wants to close the distance between them but is intimidated by him and his seemingly perfect persona. Cares for her v much and wants to always support her. Prince x commoner (imagined) vibes lowkey. Please serve her you perfect man I love you Yuzuru. Tsumugi: Guardian angel x bringer of smiles. Works under the same agency, and Tsunemi helps out Tsumugi whenever she can since she knows he's busy. He's super shy and wants to confess but doesn't think the feelings are reciprocated (they are) and thinks that Tsunemi will definitely find someone better (she has room for you!) Fated lovers sort of, but sad. Chin up bird boy you've got it!! Chiaki: Helped her come out of her shell in her past, and she's his #1 fan!! They're like. besties in love, almost? They're super close and super friendly and they want to help each other shine and spread hope and justice!! Really wants to repay him for how much bravery and strength he gave her in the darkest time of her life... RYUSEI Red, my hero!! Keito: Fear crush. Fear crush. Has a quest to collaborate with every idol in ES, and is... rightfully terrified of AKATSUKI, more specifically, their leader. With a bit of pushing from Camellia (the AKATSUKI representer) she learns at least to get a bit more comfortable around him! But that fear turns into a weird... longing, as she realizes that huh, maybe he's a little attractive and is maybe my type and thinks a little too hard about it... Does not tell anyone about it ever (but is so obvious about it that practically everyone knows) and buries it as the universe keeps trying to get her to say something to him. Chaos and ridiculous shenanigans ensue. Fated lovers but not evil. But evil for Tsunemi. She's dying. Help her. Hiyori: Started out as rivals at some point (there can only be one sun here!) but slowly evolved into a weird disjointed sort of friendship! They bond and grow, and Hiyori begins to find Tsunemi so cute, like, she's the most adoooorable little thing. Begins to pamper her and take her out more, in hopes of winning her affections and getting closer to her! He has so much love to share, and she's the perfect vessel!! Nagisa: Circle buddies! Autism and ADHD/AuDHD creatures, respectively. Both very curious about everything, and became friends because. well, she's friends w practically everyone in Eden. She finds him really pretty and interesting, and he finds her very... cute, like a cat. They hang out when they can :D Madara: First person she meets in ES! Family trauma (poor relationship w mom) builds into the sweetest little found family duo you've ever seen. Helps her find her strengths as an idol and put her feet on the ground. Souma: Kitchen circle buddies! Friendliest with him out of all of AKATSUKI. Wataru: Just a couple of sillies. Idk I just like the thought of them interacting a lot. Other friends: All of Ryuseitai, Hiiro, Tatsumi, Niki, Tsukasa, Arashi, Nazuna, Mitsuru, Natsume

Psst, hey, do you want to imagine what sort of songs Tsunemi would sing as an idol/want a better read into her joyous energy? *throws this at you!* (and an alt ver with no ES!! music for those who do not want to engage w their content at this time!) Thanks for reading! If you made it down here, you get a high five! 🤚

[apeachthatplaystheflute]

Magical boy Xie Lian; his hair becomes long when he transforms but when he detransforms, it becomes a bob style. His elemental power is light, or whatever, and he wields a sword or scepter. In a particularly bad fight, he reminded of his past life as XianLe Prince and all that jazz, and he breaks under the pressure, but Hua Cheng helps him while Feng Xin and Mu Qing fight. This makes me froth at the mouth.

Hua Cheng would have the elemental of darkness or whatever (I’m going off of colors) because he’s mysterious ig. He doesn’t care so much about himself, but he’s quite selfless for Xie Lian, and respects him. He’s the yin to Xie Lian’s Yang; he balances them out, and he’s there to care for Xie Lian. He understands Xie Lian inside and out, but doesn’t force him to do anything. He fights with a scimitar.

Mu Qing would be Aqua because he’s catty, but logical. He’s terrible at expressing himself and is called cold by most, but he just wants f-f-friends. He also starts to warm up to Feng Xin, and finds himself relying on him too much for simple things, or affection. Like a cat. He fights with a polearm or sword.

Feng Xin would be fire because he’s warm but brash. His bashful ways typically get Xie Lian and Mu Qing in trouble when they’re in a fight, but when the time comes, he still manages to work with Mu Qing. He’s also very kind to others and is besties with Jian Lian despite their rough dating history. He fights with a bow and arrow, but has a dagger as back up.

Shi Qingxuan would be aqua or grassy because she’s carefree and bubbly. Shi Qingxuan cares deeply for others without a second thought, but she’s not quick to put them first because she understands she has her times too. She befriends everyone and makes a lasting impression on them, friends and foes alike. She’s a mentor to Xie Lian, and helps him stand out. She would fight with a whip or moon ring blades.

He xuan would also be dark like Hua Cheng, but he holds actually bad intent. He’s reserved, calculated and cold. He holds no interest in helping others, but he does so because he’s “friends” with Shi Qingxuan and Hua Cheng. He fights with pistols that hold a special powder to disable or stun foes.

Qi rong would be grass because he wears green, but he’s also a loud person and he secretly cares about Guzi and Xie Lian. He wields a giant hammer because he’s so clumsy.

Yin yu would be aqua because he cool headed, helpful, and logical about most things. He’s also a huge helper with Hua Cheng and a good friend to Xie Lian. He fights with a staff and can summon different things to help fights. He also good with hitting people with his staff.

Mei Nianqing would be a mentor to Xie Lian and his little trip, but lose his powers after a particularly vicious incident. His powers would’ve been dark, and he would be a typical catalyst or wielded a staff like Yuna from FF10 or a scepter.

Jun Wu’s elements are light like Xie Lian, and he’s the “ideal father”. After doing a series of mishaps, he gave up his powers temporarily until he gets therapy, which was when he met Xie Lian. He cares deeply for Xie Lian and Mei Nianqing. And deciding to be good, he gains his powers back to help guide Xie Lian.

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I HOPE YALL ENJOYED JTS 3:39 AM RN AND J CANT SLEEP!!! I FROTH AT THE THOUGHT OF MAGICAL GIRL/BOY TGCF!!! 💚🧡💚🧡💚 GOODNFINTTTTTTT

[lcngdays-arc]

Positivity anon here! Could I ask you to shout out to your five fave blogs? Just to make someone smile today and let them know you love their blog! Maybe even say a little about why!

Hello Beloved Positivity Anon! Sorry for the late reply, I don't get much done during the week, but the weekend is where I thrive! Now, it's hard to pick JUST FIVE FAVES. So I may have included a few more <3

@plcasantnights // While Corpse isn't active on tumblr anymore, he's still my absolute best friend ever. I love him with my whole heart and we've written countless stories together, we've met irl multiple times, and I just. Don't have enough good to say about this man. An incredible writer, a patient and understanding person, and someone I trust with my whole, authentic self. Long days and pleasant nights, bestie. <3

@cxldblxxded / @yxkanna / @striigon // MOOP!!! A very cool writer with a very keen sense of character creation. I love reading about their silly little guys and I love talking with them ooc! I feel like I can throw any must at them from my EXTENSIVE roster and they're down for it, no matter how silly it is!

@handgiven // WHAT IS THERE TO SAY ABOUT KAI!!!!! emmanuel is SO sweet and SO precious and I hold him so dear in my heart. One of the few characters that can put up with my more annoying characters with a smile on his face, the way Kai is able to write such a beautiful, well thought out angel is incredible. I love reading the eloquence of Emmanuel and love seeing everything Kai puts on the dash

@fangmother // HI HUNTER HI HUNTER!!!! hunter is so fucking cool you guys. they have the coolest posts both ic and ooc and i light up each time they come on the dash with anything new. rainer is so cringefail girlboss and i don't care how many times hunter tells me i'm wrong to love her, i'm still GOING TO!!!

@freekzout / @hungryyheart // VIV MAKES ME NOSTALGIC FOR THE NINTIES AND I WAS BORN IN 1997 SO THAT'S WILD!!! everything about the worlds that Viv has created makes me insane. be it cute little vampiis or straight up government coverups viv is SO creative and so nice ooc! puts up with me even though i forget to answer dms a million percent of the time!! ALSO PUTS UP WITH ANGEL SO A HUGE PLUS RIGHT THERE

@burdenedwithfaith // every day it makes me insane that Prince isn't more popular on tumblr. i don't know anything about the series their character is from and yet and YET I am so so so INVESTED with him! I'm so invested with each little character moment and arc and I love writing with them to see where they're going to take it and take John!! even if you don't know the game their muse is from I highly encourage you to check them out because they're EPIC

@soulmissed // I haven't written a lot with Ruben (YET) but his character is SO well written. Ruben also always pops into my dms when I make a sad/venty post and checks on me and he has no idea how MUCH i appreciate that so i'm saying it here. thank you <3

@mr-pulvis // Ruth. Oh Ruth!!!!!! Ruth has known me since the beginning. Since I STARTED on tumblr! They have followed me through countless blogs, countless cringe, countless silliness and revamping and bad writing. I love Miles to death, I've always loved Miles, but Ruth doesn't get enough credit (from me at least!) for how cool and nice they are and how good of a writer they are. here's to many MORE years of knowing each other!!!

@pistolsister + many more blogs in their pinned! // Even though we've followed each other for a long time, we've only JUST started writing together. AND I HAVEN'T EVEN FULLY RESPONDED TO ANYTHING YET I DON'T THINK IT'S ALL IN THE QUEUE! but mille is very cool, very easy to bounce ideas off of and i love each and every one of their characters. SO well thought out, SO easy to write against and just a sweet person over all!

@wehavefoundthestars // EVE!!!! I LOVE OUR SLOWBURN BOYS!!!! But I also love writing with them with ANY of my characters! we're always in each other's dms after each response excitedly chatting away! a very fun person to write with and be around!

@lovepurposed // hi orion :3 orion and I are also a duo who have known each other for a long while. not as long as some of the people on this list, but we've always seemed to find each other on tumblr some way and some how, despite moving blogs or just falling out of certain fandoms. orion is one of the nicest people you'll ever meet, and I'm looking forward to writing with orion for a long, long time to come.

@amischiefofmuses // NEVER DID I EVER EXPECT TO FIND SOMEONE IN SO MANY OF THE SAME FANDOMS AS ME. homestuck, invader zim, undertale, hazbin, you NAME it we have it in common. magpie is SO fun to write with, and i think they're just RLLY COOL NGL AND SUCH A GOOD WRITER

@spokewar // MARCI!!!!! so good at writing it makes me insane that they even write WITH me. i followed them originally with sass and their sam winchester but things just blossomed from there into an epic scifi adventure with a little alien prince and obi-wan (AND I HAVENT EVEN SEEN STAR WARS LMAO) marci is super cool and super fun to be around and is a very comforting presence when i get worried about wanting to do something new!

@dumbthink // KC i have followed all over tumblr. i love writing with them, i love all the stories they create, i LOVE all their silly little characters and how well they can analyze LITERALLY ANYTHING!!!!

HONORABLE MENTIONS!!!!!

@null-siren / @honeyhogger / @notsohumerusnow / @badmusejail : THE UNDERTALE CREW!!!!! I write with them mostly on my undertale rp blog but i wanted to give all of them a HUGE SHOUT OUT for being so cool and friendly and fun to write with, even though i'm VERY SLOW over on my undertale blog!!!

@bittcnneck / @r-adio / @bloodsalted / @velvetineblue / @swervdcity / @rcjoice / @deceivesthem / @starbeambully / @ourcwnside / @beastbitten / @heaven-said / @thehazbins / @vitalphenomena / @captivates / @ruinedmyself / @miidnighters / @lcve0n / @hellfrozen / + ALL MY LOVELY MUTUAL!!!! // I LOVE ALL MY MUTUAL I LOVE ALL MY WRITING FRIENDS AND I WANT TO GIVE YOU ALL A HUGE HUG AND AWWWWAAA !!!! i could never name everyone unfortunately, but everyone here is a great writer and friend and i'm happy to be hanging out with all of them even if we've only JUST started talking or writing together!!!

[highway-to-the-bi-way]

Wife and I finished our first BG3 play through!

Tav: Githyanki Storm Sorcerer. We played her background such that she never vibed with her creche due to her autism/curiosity and ran off to do citizen science (wander the world asking impertinent and/or naive questions) young. That this ended in an illithid nautiloid is probably inevitable. She and Laezel got together nigh immediately and bonded over their complicated relationship with Githyanki lore and society.

This Tav grew attached to the idea that the Guardian was Prince Orpheus (and so did I for awhile, peaking around moonrise towers.) After the reveal that this was not the case, she got really bitter at him and rebuffed his every overture to get back into her good graces.

Act 1, Shadowheart, Astarion and Lae'zel quickly became our main party. Tav kind of the deadpan ballast in the trauma boat?? We had a brief flirtation with Gale, and then benched him (unmaliciously, but definitely avoidantly) because it got weird. Karlach and Wyll made our Tav feel bad about herself where Astarion and Shadowheart made her feel comparatively put together (love you besties.) we killed minthara and recruited halsin not realizing they were not mutually exclusive recruits (oops.)

the gith creche validates our tav's POV in arguments we've been having in our passionate but rocky relationship with Lae'zel and foreshadows our eventual ending (spoilers we free Orpheus and ride off on red dragons)

Act 2, saved Isobel and the nightsong, and recruited jaheira. Shadowheart becomes our platonic bff. We get really attached to the idea of saving Orpheus and deposing Vlaakith. We bond with Isobel and Aylin over our shared love of women. Astarion barely puts up with us. Tav is mad at the Guardian/Emperor and torn about meeting the friendly mind flayer in the underdark, and Lae'zel is right we hate mindflayers!! but also sage curiosity wins out. We hate Shar now but Selune is on thin ice. So is Mystra frankly. Goddesses get it together.

Act 3, Orin jumpscares us over and over again while we repeatedly embarrass Gortash, including an incident where we blow up his underwater gitmo, but NOT before saving wyll's Dad in the most unlikely escapade ever while Mizora is fucking with us the whole time. Wild. Probably my favorite part of the game for this tav's story tbh. Wyll becomes the Blade of Avernus (and our beloved moral compass.) we neglect to bring karlach to the Gortash fight,autistically forgetting this matters a great deal to her. She forgives us after we let her see the body. Halsin spends all of Act 3 kidnapped by Orin and decides he is in love with us while he is out. He shoots his shot after we save him.

We asked Lae'zel (bae'zel) (my life my light my joy) if we could kiss him together, but she said absolutely not so

We got the Orphic Hammer via killing Raphael, a dream our Tav held dearly from moment 1 of meeting him and was very excited to fulfill. Gortash, Orin and the brain were a victory lap after that.

Tav became a mind flayer to beat the brain. She was fucking heavily with tadpoles throughout the game (along with Astarion and Shadowheart) and was already half illithid. She wasn't about to let Orpheus do it.

Lae'zel stayed with her and they both left with Orpheus to free the Githyanki from Vlaakith immediately. 🗡️ This resulted in Karlach dying... RIP. Gale found the crown of karsus in the dumpster after the final battle and became the god of ambition. We look forward to being more and more disappointed in him as the centuries go on.

[plbrdkp]

Sanrio Characters I'd Assign/Give the Teikō Gang™

Exactly what it says in the title, here are some Sanrio characters I'd give the gang if the collab allowed for more niche picks! This post was inspired by me just reading the character entries on the official Sanrio website for this year's voting campaign >:3💖

My Melody's friend. This young girl sheep is kind, but can occasionally seem a bit spoiled. Her most charming feature is her soft baby-pink coat of wool. Her favorite food is meringue cookies. She likes to pick flowers with My Melody and chat with her.

Momoi first because I'm sick and tired of my girl always getting excluded from official art and promotions😤🩷 Sweet, lovely, a little spoiled, but charming through and through. Everything about her just screams Momoi to me! Plus, I definitely don't mind the idea of her and Kagami as matching besties~

Mysterious ghosts who give you a "Hanamaru" (like a gold star) for your hard work today. The ghosts lurk in the vicinity of everyone, and each person seems to have a different ghost. They will appear without your knowledge and gently praise your daily efforts.

Kuroko, next! I was so upset when I discovered this guy because he's like the perfect pick. Like yeah, sure, Cinna matches Kuroko's aesthetic and all, and has consistently been the most popular Sanrio character in recent years, which essentially makes him a protag, but this guy also fits! Not only in aesthetic but also personality!

Kuroko being the quiet, often unnoticed presence that he is who still deeply values effort? The idea of an invisible ghost gently praising people from the background is so Kuroko-turned-Sanrio-character it's not even funny.

Prince of the Giraffe Star, this fellow loves company and the attention of others. His horns light up whenever he uses their wondrous energy. The ball-like object he always carries allows him to fly anywhere he wants, including the Land of Dreams. Pau Pipo means 'a little happiness' in star language.

Purin was a great match as Kise's little guy, but this guy resonated with me just a tinsy 🤏 bit more. Idk, there's just a sweetness to him that is emblematic of an aspect of Kise's character, which I often feel goes unacknowledged.

Something innocent and full of goodwill that makes it hard for someone to dislike him even though he's exasperating and obnoxious to be around. He just wants to be the life of the party and a ray of sunshine in order to brighten up your day! What's so wrong with that?👀✨

This male calico cat is a rarity! (So rare, they are thought to bring good luck!) His neck collar looks kind of like the costume of the famous Kabuki character, Tasuki. When Nyantaro walks, the ringing of the bells around his neck are sure to catch your attention. The cute heart mark on his back is perhaps his most charming feature.

His name is Nyantaro. NYANTARO!!! Nyantaro = Shintaro. I legit cackled when I read this guy's character description. He also reminds me of the manuki-neko Midorima got from Kuroko as a lucky item in the Replace PLUS novels. Additionally, male calicos are a genetic rarity, which ties into his fixation with luck and ensuring the odds of the universe are perpetually in his favor😗🐾

Badtz-Maru is one mischievous little penguin. His favorite foods are high-end sushi from Ginza and Poripari Ramen. He dreams of owning his own business someday. He seems a bit twisted, but he's actually not such a bad guy...??

No alternate pick for Aomine, the penguin matches his energy to a T🐧 Rough-around-the-edges, a foodie, has hidden aspirations, and is secretly a softie? Granted, I don't really have much to work with since this guy's description is one of the shortest in the entire cast, but I think they go well together~

Eggs are yummy… boiled, baked, or raw. There are many ways to make an egg, but eggs are so lazy (gude gude in Japanese). If you look closely, you just might notice that the eggs that you eat entirely lack motivation.

I don't really think I need to explain myself on this one. Although, I definitely love the matching color scheme Mura has with Kuromi in the promotional art, but Gudetama is the mascot of “why try” and that’s… just Murasakibara distilled. In terms of personality, I definitely feel like this is an obvious choice. He is the egg.

As tall as five apples and as heavy as three, Hello Kitty is a bright little girl with a heart of gold. She loves to bake cookies and play the piano, and dreams of one day becoming a pianist or maybe even a poet. She has a gift for music and English and a soft spot for Mama's apple pie. Hello Kitty and her twin sister, Mimmy, are the best of friends.

I actually really like Hello Kitty for Akashi! Having read her character profile, I think she's perfect for him and matches his gifted overachiever energy, lol. Plus, she's a mama's girl and they're both icons!

I debated whether I should pick Aggretsuko, but feeding into the future corporate member and severely overworked aspect of his personality felt a little boring to me.

I'm also a huge supporter of the “Akashi is a Cat” agenda, so if I had to give him an alternate pick, I'd probably go with Mellotune🐱💕

thanks for reading❣️ dividers are by @/cafekitsune

[heavenlytouches]

Could you do a Tate x Male reader fic. Where the reader is like super alternative (gothhhh). And Tate and him somehow became best friends and the reader’s just giving him a make over, maybe some kissing near the end?

Hello sweetie! Thank you so so much for a request! Also I'm so biased, goths are one of the most amazing groups of people :O So let's give Tate a makeover!

El <3

Tate Langdon- baby bat

*ੈ𑁍༘⋆

MALE reader

<3 (SFW)

TW!- none

Tate and reader are besties :3

Tate gets a goth makeover!!

Tate Langdon

(Tate is purple in this fic so lines don't get mixed up <3)

The sun began to set behind the dilapidated dark house, casting shadows that danced across the wooden floorboards of Tate Langdon's bedroom.

The room, with its peeling walls and vintage horror posters, was a sanctuary for two misfits: you and Tate. It always had felt more like a refuge from a mundane world that never understood you both.

You flopped onto the worn-out beanbag chair while Tate sat on the edge of his bed, fiddling with a dark gray hoodie that clung to his slender frame. There was a distinct gloominess about him that you had grown accustomed to; his brooding demeanor was an alluring kind of darkness, fitting with your own dark colored alternative style.

You took pride in your appearance: today's makeup was a mix of deep purples and blacks that enhanced your pale complexion, your eyes lined with sparkly eyeliner that caught the last rays of sunlight filtering through the dusty windows.

“You know, you’re way too invested in this."

He mumbled, a ghost of a smirk tugging at his lips as he watched you set up your makeup products across the floor.

“Just trust me, Tate. You’re going to love it.”

You laughed, a soft, playful sound that filled the otherwise silent room. The atmosphere buzzed with excitement as you pulled out your arsenal of lipsticks, eyeshadows, and brushes.

“Makeovers and all that- it's not really my thing, you know.”

He pouted, running a hand through his tousled blonde hair, which fell just above those hauntingly beautiful eyes.

“Doesn't matter. You’re going to look hot. Plus, it'll be fun.”

You said, your voice dripping with enthusiasm as you leaned closer. The scent of his cologne mingled with the stale aroma of the old house, grounding you in this moment.

With an exaggerated sigh, Tate finally relented, rolling his eyes in that endearing way that made your heart race.

“Fine. But if I don't like it, you owe me.”

You immersed yourself in the task, gliding a foundation brush across his pale skin, trying to hide the scattered freckles that dotted his face like constellations. You teased him about being a vampire, given the way light seemed to avoid him.

“See? You look great already.”

You said, trying to lighten the mood as you started on his eyes with a dark, smoky shadow.

Tate looked skeptical, inspecting his reflection in the mirror.

“I feel like I'm about to perform some dark ritual or something.”

He chuckled, but the sound was more serious than light-hearted.

“Trust me! You’re just channeling your inner goth prince!”

You quipped, adding a dab of silver to accentuate the darkness surrounding his dark brown eyes. As you pinched his cheeks for a light blush, he swatted your hands away, gently, but a smile crept onto his lips.

“Okay, okay! Maybe it’s not so bad.”

He muttered, pretending to focus on anything but you. You loved how he always softened for you, gradually letting down the walls he built against the world.

As the makeover progressed, you smeared a dark eye pencil over his lids, stepping back to admire your handiwork. He caught your gaze in the reflection of the mirror- confused, bold, and distinctly… Tate.

“I look like a hot mess.”

He teased.

You smirked, leaning closer, whispering conspiratorially.

“Tell me you don’t love it!”

Right then, he turned his head to meet your eyes, a flicker of something deeper passing between you. You could suddenly feel the air thicken with tension. Without hesitation, you absentmindedly brushed a hair from his face, lingering just a moment too long. It felt right.

“Yeah, I don’t love it.”

He replied, lips curling into a smirk that didn’t quite match his words,

“I love you.”

His tone was playful yet serious, sending a jolt through your heart.

You felt warmth rush to your cheeks.

"What?"

You managed to get out, the sudden vulnerability making your heart stumble.

“Maybe I meant it, maybe I don't.”

He said quietly, the smile fading into something more earnest. But before you could respond, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against yours, barely a whisper of a kiss that sent shockwaves through your body.

It was surreal. In that electrifying moment, the glossy red of your lipstick stained his lips and mingled with the taste of something more profound- a thousand unspoken confessions laid bare in the soft graze of connection.

You didn't pull away; you pressed into it, your hearts mutual in that shared moment stolen from time.

As you pulled back- only slightly- you were greeted with a curious arch of his brow.

“What was that for?”

You fumbled for words, excitement and confusion knotted in your throat.

“I don't know. It felt right.”

He said simply, the sincerity in his eyes causing your breath to hitch.

“More than friends then?”

You whispered, half afraid of the answer.

“Maybe?”

He replied, his breath warm against your lips.

“Maybe we’ve always been.”

You were both gleaming with that newfound clarity as laughter mingled with a deeper understanding of what was simmering between you.

You broke the silence first, your voice teasing.

“You DO look like a hot mess, but at least now you have the confidence to own it.”

Tate chuckled, the tension ebbing away as if it had never been there. He raised a finger to his lips, as though contemplating something profound.

“Tell me I don't look stupid like this, and I might just agree to more makeovers.”

His playful demeanor returned, the laughter echoing in the room, clearing out the tiptoeing emotions that had filled it moments before.

“Only if you’re willing to kiss me again.”

You replied, heart racing from the challenge, a smile creeping back across your face.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, the darkened room was lit by flickering candlelight, igniting shadows that danced across the walls within the painted confines of comfort. Tate stared at you- hauntingly beautiful.

In that faded horror house, surrounded by the remnants of forgotten lives, you found truth in each other's fleeting touches, weaving together the essence of two souls that shunned the world but found solace in one another.

This was great request! I loved working on ths one! I can write anything for any character babes and don’t forget- requests are always open and welcome <33

I love you guys so much

El <3

(all images were made by: El via canva & paint)

[muirmarie]

👀👀 mcspirk jealousy 👀👀

So there's a prompt for mcspirk month (yes that was march, idc <3 lol) that was "Jealous Bones," and I don't always love jealousy storylines, so I was trying to think how I'd want to do it. And I was thinking that the funniest way that I'd want to write it, is established spirk, where McCoy isn't jealous of Kirk and Spock being together, BUT he acts like a territorial, jealous boyfriend anytime anyone else flirts with one of them?

He's not pining. He's actually out here flirting with other people all the time! Which makes it even weirder for other people, tbh. He's out here flirting with the beautiful princess, and then her brother the prince flirts with Spock, and McCoy shuts it down SO hard and is SO territorial, and then turns back to the princess and is like, sorry, Spock's taken by my bestie, anyway let's go back to flirting! Like this is normal human behavior <3

Now, importantly: Spock and Kirk are such codependent nightmares that they also don't see anything wrong with this. They're just like, yeah, Bones get super jealous if anyone flirts with us, and other people are like oh, I didn't realize you were dating Dr. McCoy!, and Spock and Kirk are like, we're not <3, and the other people just stare at them, flummoxed.

It starts to come to a head when McCoy is noticeably not jealous at one point, either because he's too involved in his own flirting, or something else, and it bothers Kirk and Spock so much that they're like????? Why don't you care about us anymore????????

there's also a McCoy/Uhura/Scotty friends with benefits subplot (unless I cut it, I'm not sure if it's steering the story too far another way), where they have to be like, "Leonard, we're actively sleeping with you, and you don't act jealous of us at ALL, can you try to put the pieces together, maybe?"

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“The Andorian Commander seemed to take a shine to Spock,” Kirk says. There's something in his voice that McCoy can't place, but to be fair, he's a little too distracted to focus on it right now.

“He does have that effect on people,” McCoy says. “At least, people who've had recent brain damage.”

“Ha,” Kirk says. “Thought I was going to have to get a crowbar to pry him off.”

“He was...persistent,” Spock allows, his gaze weirdly—weirdly heavy on McCoy's face.

“I guess you're just too charming for your own good,” McCoy says. He's trying for light, but the smile doesn't seem to want to lay flat on his face.

“You disappeared for a while there,” Kirk says, the change of subject abrupt.

“It's a party, I've been reliably told one is supposed to mingle,” McCoy says. He frowns a little, looking between the pair of them. “Everything okay?”

“That's what I'm trying to ask you!”

[kitty-i-swear-to-gosh]

I WANT TO KNOW ABOUT EACH AND EVERY PERSON ON YOUR OC POSTER. PLEEEEAAAASSSE

Thank you for being as obsessed with these little freaks as I am. It’s truly an honor

I’ve already talked about Angela and Mordicondor a bunch. I’ll just go into more detail about the rest of the crew.

Lets start with you, pretty boy

Griffinart Eltidar. Assassin. Drifter. Keeper of Secrets.

Griffinart was born as Prince Aureolus Solei, the eldest son of Emperor Aldonious of the Goldra Empire. The Goldra are a war-mongering species, fighting for control over the galaxy. Classic bad guys.

After Aureolus was caught assisting enemy forces in the war against the Xandra Empire, Aldonious executed his own son as a traitor, slicing him through and dumping his body into a river. 

Wounded but alive, the prince washed up near the swampy wastelands of his homeworld, where he was saved by a Xandra priestess. He then assumed a new identity as Griffinart Eltidar, and fled his homeworld. 

He spent many years living on the edge of the law, and soon was hired by the Captain of the Arora for his cunning and skill. Now, Griffinart has gotten almost comfortable in his new life, but sooner or later his past will catch up to him…

Fun fact: Griffinart is a natural blond. He dyes his hair bc he doesn’t want to look like his father.

And then this funky lil guy

Beelos Barthanos. Insane. Paranoid. Hates everyone.

After a harrowing escape from his (super communist) home planet, Beelos’ ship was swallowed by an unexplainable wormhole in deep space. The portal chewed up his ship, and spat it back out—crashing right into the Starship Arora.

Beelos survived the crash and was rescued by the crew of the Arora. However, upon waking, he couldn’t remember anything of his past, and even worse, he began hearing voices in his head.

He’d been touched by the hand of Chaos, and made its prophet. He sees glimpses of the future—a world where Chaos reigns and every light in the galaxy has been snuffed out. No one believes his prophecies.

Beelos is permanently paranoid that everyone is out to get him. He trusts no one, and hates everybody. The only reason he stays with the Arora is because he has no where else to go.

And then there’s my emo child <3

Roaco Agapé. A killer by compulsion, but a kid at heart.

Roaco was cursed from birth by Chaos, lord of evil, with a Withering Touch that destroys any living thing he touches with his hands. The curse is slowly killing him as well, creeping up his arms and melting away his flesh. 

Because of this curse, Roaco was banished from his village as a small child, and left to die. He wandered the wastes until he came to a small trading village. He stowed away on a cargo ship called the Maiden Arora where he was found and later adopted by Captain Mordicondor and his crew. 

Roaco has been searching all his life for a way to rid himself of the Wither. He doesn’t want to hurt anybody, yet a part of him always craves the satisfaction of destruction and death. Roaco has to fight to keep his morals and his mind intact.

My beautiful queen bestie🙏💖

Nyranu Buluro. Resourceful. Greedy. The compassionate Empath.

Nyranu is the ship’s medic, and she uses her unique Empath abilities to feel what others are feeling, in order to help them, or more often than not, to help herself.

Nyranu grew up on Talinor, a planet where wealth determines worth. Nyranu trained as a medic under the Federation until her family ran out of money.

Out of desperation, she turned to the criminal underworld, where she used her half-completed medical training to patch up smugglers, bounty hunters, and rebels. It was during this time she learned of the Federation’s enormous bounty on Former Admiral Mordicondor Agapé, a man infamous for his rebellion against the Feds. Capturing him would mean unimaginable riches.

She used her wits and power to gain the rebellion’s trust, and made her way onto Mordicondor’s crew, where she placed a tracker on the ship and sent a signal to the Feds. However, once they arrived, they betrayed and attacked her too.

The Arora risked their lives to save her, and she realized what a mistake she’d made. Nyranu confessed to the Captain, and to her surprise, he chose not to punish her but instead offered her a chance to do better.

She chose to stay, serving as the Arora’s medic and finding, for the first time, a family that valued her for more than her worth in credits.

Super fun fact: Roaco has been in love with Nyranu for years. He doesn’t have the courage to tell her.

And finally—

Drocithar. Despite the heat, he’s rather cold.

Drocithar has been a soldier all his life. He was a child soldier serving during his home planet’s civil war. After decades of battle, he escaped and joined the Federation, where he met Mordicondor. (And we all know how THAT went 😭)

Without somebody giving him orders, he doesn’t know what to do with himself. All he really wants is to settle down and stop fighting, but that would mean giving in to weakness—and weak is the one thing he can’t allow himself to be. A weak soldier is a useless soldier, and a useless soldier is a dead one.

So he pushes himself, and he pushes other people too. Sometimes beyond their limits.

Uhhhh yeah. Rambling again. I love loredumping and I love backstories and I love found family and I don’t know what to do with all of this but I will someday.

Thanks for listening!!! I love you!!

[shadowsofheavenfanblog]

character guide (spoilers):

(i swear to god there’s spoilers here. like big ones. tread carefully.)

main characters (in order of appearance/mention to the best of my knowledge):

Carys (Shadows of Heaven), Servant Boy/Sweet Boy/SB (Dark Prince Audio series), Divine Ascendant of Purity, First Divine Ascendant in a Millennia

The Dark Prince, Samiel Kuan-Yin, Divine Ascendant of Dark Magic

Michael Kuan-Yin, Divine Ascendant of Light Magic

Ilyian, Best Bestie, Divine Ascendant of Dreams

Zazriel Kuan-Yin (formerly deceased), Divine Ascendant of Chaos Magic

The Custodian, Alethea Edevane, First Divine Ascendant, Divine Ascendant of Insight

secondary characters:

Marcellion Ventarius (deceased?), famously not allowed to ascend

Mirela Kuan-Yin (deceased.), Divine Ascendant of Mercy

Arius Edevane (extradimensional, currently), Divine Ascendant of Time Magic

relationships:

Mirela Kuan-Yin and Marcellion Ventarius married and had 3 children: Michael, Samiel, and Zazriel. Marcellion killed Mirela as she was protecting her two younger sons.

Mirela and Alethea were friends.

Arius and Alethea Edevane are siblings.

Carys/SB and Ilyian are best friends.

Michael and Ilyian are attempting to kindle a relationship (they’ve both had crushes for a millennia).

Samiel and Carys/SB are romantically involved with each other, but the relationship did start as SB being a servant in Samiel’s castle.

[lgbtmi]

1, 2, 5, 14 for willow and addie!

kcr i owe u my life.... | prompts can be found here!

1) Does your OC have a voice claim, if so who?

Willow does not have a voice claim per se, but I also feel like I know exactly what she's supposed to sound like, if that makes sense. Ok, so describe it then? No. <3

I've put so much thought into Addison's voice claim though, and I think her voice was most similar to Lou Henry's. Both in speaking and singing. Except, y'know, for the bit where Lou Henry is British and Addison feels like upstate New York to me. But, once again. It's a big was. Her voice sounds nothing like this anymore. It's barely even considered a voice - Addie doesn't consider it a voice. Voice claim for that? I don't think I want to find one.

2) Who's your OCs best friend? How did they become best friends?

For Willow, there's like two ways to answer this. There's the Amsterdam by Night canon, and there's Mitra. In Amsterdam canon, she was a student in the city, but she failed to find her footing because Amsterdam's scary if you're an international student who came from a farm in South Dakota. She wasn't doing great, until two fellow students, Manon and Anne, took Willow under their wings and allowed her to fly. Out of those two, Manon is probably her best friend, but Willow's not going to admit to that. Even if she kind of has to, with Manon being a ghoul of hers and all. Oops. As for Mitra- Mitra is a rad Ravnos, and Mitra's player and I just decided our characters would be great friends. There's not much story there. They write each other letters with updates on their life, and they're just absolute besties. He addresses her as intrusive thot, and they connect over their mutual love for V*ntrue men, probably.

Addison doesn't have many friends. Not in the kine world, and probably even less in Kindred society. Hailey is the closest thing to a best friend, and a partner. But that's on thin ice. Heck, she barely knows her coterie at this point, and if you ask her personally who her best friend is, she might have to resort to mentioning Sly, her Sire. It's par for the course as a Nosferatu, they're cursed with loneliness, after all. Maybe she'll grow closer to her coterie, maybe not. But she's trying her best to. Stay afloat.

5) Do you ship your OC with a Canon character? If so who?

(art by @luoniiel)

Sasha was an STPC so I consider him pretty much a canon character. At least within Amsterdam by Night. He was also the Hound in Amsterdam's Camarilla. And now he's Willow's emotional support Ventrue. Their now established relationship started with a joke where I sent the co-ST a DM saying "haha what if enemies to lovers" and his response was "Shit idea. Let's do it!" They kissed at the end of the chronicle and with our upcoming chronicle being set about two years in the future from the events, they live together and manage the Succubus Club together in the owner's absence.

For Addison, no. She has her girlfriend? and the girlfriend? was designed by me also. Although she's had a thing with one of the Barons of New York, there's no chance of shipping them. Except maybe shipping Addie to the Baron's door to start a fuckin' fire. But who knows what the future might hold, because Addie's relationship? is most definitely at some point going to go down in flames.

14) Who's a character your OC cannot stand! It's on sight when they see them!

Willow has a handful of characters she'd gladly fuck up on sight, but she's not the fighting type and her position in Amsterdam is very much not secure, so maybe, just maybe, it's not the best idea to release her attack dog Ventrue man to punch the Prince, Seneschal, or Harpy in the face. Those are probably highest on her list though, perhaps with one (1) specific anarch who's pretty much in charge of the Red Light District. She's not great with people who have power over her, is the overarching line in this.

Addison has one person she cannot be trusted around. There's no way of telling what she'll do if she runs into the Baron of Queens, but rumour has it it's not looking good. Unsure to whom that applies though. Addie's pretty strong, and the Baron of Queens is basically personally responsible for her way to rock bottom. She's why her relationship got fucked up, she promised Addie the world and thus was the reason she was embraced, too. Her sire's told her they wanted her dead because she'd be too powerful as one of Raylee B's bitches. He was tasked with killing her, but he saw her potential. She does not see her potential in this new world, yet. She's for a large part straight up existing out of spite and a desire to confront Raylee B. Raylee B has nothing on Addie.

[haradasaya]

The Swan Princess

Thank you to everyone who has supported me in the journey of this story, it means so much to me!! Specifically thank you to @marcethegeek @halscafe @palilious and @sri-rachaa for being besties with me while writing this!! Love y'all &lt;3

CW: Fem Listener character/Fem Lovely (There will be a gender neutral version once this has been released in it's entirety)

Chapter 1

Vincent pushed open the doors to the war council room, his monarch seated at the head of a long wooden table—the seat reserved for the king of the kingdom of Solaire—glasses set low on his nose, chin set lazily in his hand as he spoke with another noble of their court. Vincent slowed his stride into long, soft steps as he rounded the table towards his king, who ushered away the man he had been speaking to upon seeing his son approaching. Vincent stood at attention before his father, hand pressed in a fist over his heart to salute him. 

“Father, you called for me?”

The king rose from his seat to stand eye to eye with his son, gesturing for him to take the seat to his right. “Ah, my boy. Yes, I did. Would you please join me at our table?”

Vincent moved towards the chair by his father and sat down beside him, hesitant about what his monarch wanted him for with such urgency. “What can I do for you?”

William took off his glasses slowly, setting them down in such a way that conveyed the importance of whatever he was about to say. He exhaled slowly before beginning. “How have you been lately? Keeping up with your duties I presume?”

Vincent forced a smile, unsure of how or if that question would relate to whatever his king had summoned him for. “I have been well, father. Attending to many of the royal inquiries and training with the knights has certainly taken up much of my time and attention.”

“Good, good;” Was all William said, his hand coming to his chin in thought.

“Does something trouble you, my lord?” Vincent asked, desiring to ease the burden of his monarch if it was in his power to do so. 

“No no, nothing troubles me. I simply… well. I believe there is something that we need to speak about.”

Vincent sat forward, leaning his arms against the table. “Go on.”

William sighed. “Well my son, as you already know, I am growing old in years. I knew that a time would come when I would need to pass the crown onto you, but… in light of our past situation, I had simply hoped that there would be more time. Alas, time does not cease, even for those who would wish it so. I believe now is the time that I must begin preparing you to take on the role to which you have been born—and as such, there are things of you which I require.”

Vincent instantly sat up straight, spine completely vertical as he had been taught in his youth—because despite the casual tone with which William spoke, Vincent knew this conversation was not from father to son: but from King to Prince. 

“Given the circumstances of your past, I feel as though we have been more than patient in grieving with you after your loss: but enough time has now passed that I believe you are ready to take the next step toward receiving your crown.”

Vincent inhaled deeply, processing his father’s words. “Please William, speak plainly with me.”

The monarch sighed again, righting himself in his chair and bringing his soft gaze to meet his son’s. “In four days time, the Solaire kingdom will host a ball here in our castle. Of the eligible ladies invited, you are to choose a bride to take the crown with you at your coronation in one week.”

Vincent’s eyes shot wide, his mouth moving to his defense, but William raised a hand to stop him, knowing his son all too well. “This is her family’s will as much as it is my own. Vincent, I know that you loved her dearly, but it is time to let her go. All this grieving has done nothing but drive you away—from me, from your people; and most of all, from your duty. You are still the crown prince of the Solaire Kingdom, and you still have a duty to fulfill.”

“Well, I—” he stuttered, still completely unable to form a thought in reply. Was he really being asked to move on from what had happened like it was nothing? Like he could recover from the loss of his one true love in a measly year? “What if I refuse?” 

“You will not,” was William’s reply. “You will be king, and you will have a queen by your side when you are crowned.”

“Then I do not want the crown!” Vincent said angrily, rising from his chair. “Father, how can you ask such a thing of me?”

His father shook his head, not quite out of disappointment but something close to it. “My son, it does not please me to ask this of you—not when the wounds of your loss are still so deep. When I lost your mother…”

Vincent bit his tongue so hard it bled, the metallic taste in his mouth only adding to the bitterness that he felt. William knew that speaking of his wife and the mother of their child was the quickest way to silencing his son, as Vincent had loved her so dearly. When she fell ill, it was as if the whole world had come crumbling down around them both, losing the little light and warmth that was already so easily lost in the life of a royal. And now, though Vincent would never speak the words aloud, a small part of him despised his father for using her to make his point.

“Well, as I stated before; time goes on. Duties to your kingdom must be fulfilled and order must still be maintained.”

Vincent gawked. “I do not want to do this—”

“It is no longer about what you want, my son. This is about the kingdom’s needs. As much as I would wish it, I will not be alive forever, and I must ensure that your coronation goes smoothly. Your life, this kingdom, and the wellbeing of all whom you serve depends on it.”

William approached his son, placing a hand on his shoulder. It was firm, grounding him to the floor in a way that William hoped would help him see reality, though Vincent truly felt like all William was doing was keeping him from fleeing. “This is no longer a request from father to son, but an order from your monarch.”

Vincent’s heart raced in his chest, his breathing coming too rapidly for him to calm himself, as his mother had taught him to do when he was younger. He didn’t know what to do, what to think. He needed to get himself out of there before he exploded.

“As… as you wish, William.”

The king tried to understand what his son was going through, but the reality was that he could never do so, as his life had been so different from his sons. The love that he’d come to know with his bride had been just as special as the one that Vincent had come to know with his love—and yet despite both their stories ending in tragedy, William knew that getting to spend most of their lives together before losing his wife was nowhere near what his son was dealing with now. He wanted to understand, but the pain of one heartbreak does not rival the pain of two. “This is for the best, my boy. You may not understand that now, but you will. I swear it.”

Vincent simply bowed, ducking below and out of his father’s reach. “As you wish.” He simply repeated. He stood at attention, saluting his monarch once more. “By your leave, your majesty.”

The prince did not wait for a reply from his king, before turning and striding from the war council room, practically running in his hasty retreat from the king’s presence. The guard attending the entrance to the throne room barely had time to swing open the massive wooden doors before the prince forced his way out, his heart deafeningly loud in his chest.

Vincent pressed his palms into the cool stone of the railing that led the way to the war council room, forcing his breath into his lungs as he looked out over the rolling hills and eventual beachy waves and endless ocean that could be seen from the castle. The warm summer wind wrapped smoothly around his face, whipping his hair in every direction, blowing the tassels of his shirt from his chest as they sought to follow the pull of the wind.

How could they ask such a thing of him? Have none of them any compassion? It had only been a year, how could anyone expect him to have simply let go of her? Of all the times they had? Of the love that they’d had? He’d watched his father lose his mother all those years ago, and to this day he still wasn’t the same. Vincent knew, with every fiber of his being, that he’d have been lost forever after the death of his mother if it wasn’t for his love. She’d been the only one to pull him out of the darkness that had begun to fill up his heart. He never thought he’d have to go through that pain even once in his life, let alone twice. 

And the court thought they could ask that of him? Her family had as well implored him to move on from the love he’d had with their only child? What misery! Sorrow so deeply felt is not so easily forgot.

Vincent tasted the blood in his mouth, and reached for his tongue with his finger. His finger returned coated in that crimson liquid, and set off immediately to find a physician to remedy at least this ailment.

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The final golden rays of the sun dipped below the horizon, casting the whole of the magical valley into shadow. The sound of magic whirred through their air, before swirling around a swan floating near the edge of the lake. The dark red and black mist bent and twisted the shape of the animal until it dispersed, leaving in the water a woman, shoes soaked and ankles wet. She lifted her skirts, stepping out of her slippers and sloshing up the beach. A full year as a swan had taken a toll on her heart, but nothing was worse than wearing wet clothes and shoes for the whole night. At least it was summer again, and the nights would be warmer than they had been all winter.

Lovely set her things on the log she’d been using as a makeshift table, having spent some of her lonely nights creating things for herself that reminded her of home. She couldn’t recall the amount of times that she’d written her love’s name in the sand at her feet at the very table she sat at now, praying silently for the day that he’d come rescue her.

A year had passed though, and he’d never come. And despite the glimmer of hope in her heart, she had also accepted her fate, should she spend the rest of her days trapped within this enchantment. It hadn’t been easy at first, and now that a year had passed with no progress, her curse had evolved from simply transforming her into a swan each day to her body beginning to fall ill with each change. It seemed that being cursed to take the form of a swan in the light of the sun, and to never venture too far from the lake that she must return to when she transforms wasn’t punishment enough for whatever unspoken wickedness from her past had gotten her here: now she must spend her few human hours preventing a coughing fit from sending her to an early grave! Just the other night, in the midst of a coughing fit, she had hacked up crimson liquid upon her sleeve, the infection slowly worsening with time. Oh how Lovely wished she had fought back harder against the sorcerer that had done this to her while she still had strength in her bones. Why, even now if he dared show himself, she’d—

“Oh little swan princess?” Came a voice from just beyond the treeline. 

Lovely whipped around to see the approaching form of the one who had cursed her. She hated to admit it, but after all this time alone, with only his voice to quell the ringing silence within and around her, she was just a little bit glad to have someone to talk to, even just for a small moment. Even if he was only here to petition her for something that she was not willing to give. She hated herself for thinking it.

“What do you want, Adam?”

The sorcerer clicked his teeth together. “Now now, there is no need for such hostility. I’ve simply come to check on my darling swan. Yet another night with no sign of your brave prince. Have you finally given up hope that he’s coming to rescue you?”

She balled her fists so tightly she feared her nails would pierce the skin of her palms, but did everything in her power not to show him how deeply his words struck. “I do not need to be rescued.”

“Yes, well. That much is true, lovely.”

Lovely hated that he called her that. Only her prince had called her lovely—hearing the word from Adam’s mouth only poisoned it with each uttering. “I know you do not wish to dally with me in trivial conversation. Have you come to bother me once again with your meaningless pesterings?”

Adam lifted his head and turned it, angling his body away from her as he did so. “My, you are such a feisty one. Always so hasty to send me away despite being your only company. What a terrible princess you must have made.”

Lovely forced a grin. “You know nothing of my being a princess. We had the displeasure of meeting but once, and for whatever Godforsaken reason, you decided that was enough to attempt to steal my kingdom from me.”

“Yes, and quite lucky you are that your charming prince had gifted you that magical amulet that protects you from the brunt of my power. Otherwise, you’d have been my dainty marionette long ago.”

“Such benign tricks seem beneath a grand sorcerer such as yourself, Adam. Are you truly weak enough that a simple gemstone over my heart is enough to prevent you from taking what you want? Oh wait, don’t answer that, I suppose I already know my answer.”

Adam huffed, turning to face the seated princess yet again. “Riling me up will do nothing for your current predicament. You don’t want to see me cross again—unless you’re enjoying the new modification to your curse that I made? I’ve heard that illness of the lungs is untreatable these days.”

Lovely had nothing to say in return, praying that he hadn’t heard her tireless coughing fits by night—or if he had, that he would not speak of them.

“This all could be over tonight if you would but give me what I want, you know. My offer is ever extended, your majesty.”

Lovely turned herself in her chair, facing away from Adam. “And my answer remains the same, or have you forgotten?”

In a moment, his back was pressed to hers, her chin held between his blackened fingers. “I grow tired of your games, little swan. You may have bested me once, but I swear that I will find my way around this little gem of yours,” Adam reached towards her necklace, his blackened fingers burning even just at trying to grab a hold of the pendant, “and I will finish what I started a year ago. Mark my words.”

He released her from his grip, striding away without saying another word. Lovely wiped at her chin, a desperate attempt to get the feeling of his fingers off her… but to no avail. His touch was like venom that creeped into her heart. He wasn’t able to use magic to control her, instead cursing her into changing forms when the sun rose and set. Adam was relentless in his scheme to use her for her kingdom, to use her to invade and seize control of the Kingdom of Solaire, where her prince was.

She would protect him, even if it meant sacrificing her own life. And if that meant she would live the rest of her days as a swan and the rest of her nights alone in the dark forest, then she would do so for him. He deserved to live a happy life. She just wished that she was there to see it too.

And so, when Lovely curled herself into a ball on the makeshift bed she’d crafted for herself, she dreamed of the day when Vincent Solaire would come and save her from this nightmare she’d found herself in.

[jamarrseternalsunshine]

cinco.

it can't be the trio without tee <3 (hopefully the front office does something magical today with him or ima be v upset..) this is for the tee higgins girlies (especially the bestie @partywitbarbiee)

In the realm of football's grace,

There stands Tee Higgins, a handsome face.

His eyes like stars, his smile so bright,

A vision that ignites the night.

With grace he moves on the field,

Each play a story unconcealed.

Tee Higgins, a sight to behold,

In beauty and talent, pure gold.

His stature tall, his presence grand,

In every game, a leading hand.

A handsome prince in stripes of fame,

Tee Higgins, forever the same.

In dreams, his image softly gleams,

A radiant light within my dreams.

Oh Tee Higgins, so debonair,

In every glance, beyond compare.

In football's realm, where legends rise,

Tee Higgins, a sight for eyes.

A handsome star in stripes of might,

Forever shining, pure delight.

[gxldencity]

5, 9, and 18 for Dolores and Lucanis <3

5. Do they have different cultural backgrounds (e.g. a Rook who was raised in Antiva with Harding who was raised in Ferelden)? If so, do they ever share parts of their culture with each other? If they're similar, how do they celebrate their culture together?

Not me having Best American Girl in their playlist alfmsd

Yes and No? Like Dolores is Trevisan born to a wealthy merchant prince family and spend the first 10 years of her life in the city. Her family's estate is actually just a few blocks away from Villa Dellamorte and Caterina and her Lola Josefina are besties 💔 (as in they're the only two people who tolerate each other after so many decades). In a better timeline where Dolores wasn't sent to the Circle, she and Lucanis would've been in the same social circle. (I have that AU brewing in my head where Dolores and Lucanis are closer in age and did grow up together hehe).

Dolores's family is Antivan-Seheronese so her the household she grew up in wasn't typically Antivan. For one their house doesn't have the common Antivan architecture, favouring styles from Seheron or a style that's common in Antivan cities that have a large diaspora Seheronese community (like in Treviso I suppose). They also don't have their meals in courses and in more than one occasion, eat with their hands on a banana leaf.

But also....Dolores hasn't stepped foot in Treviso since she was 10 and Antiva in general since she was 17. She's 28 now and has considered Minrathous her home for many years. It wasn't by choice at the beginning but she has grown to love Minrathous, warts and all :). She honestly sees herself more as a Minrathous citizen than an Antivan one and through her time in Minrathous, she has adapted to the culture well (beyond the accent ig). She prefers spiced tea over coffee and loves the occasional boiled coffee even as an energy booster. Dolores also is used to all the magi-tek going on in Minrathous that she forgets things like candlehops and bright neon lights that automatically turn on and off at the correct hour don't appear outside of Tevinter.

Through this all, Dolores manages to keep up with her Seheronese culture, more so in Tevinter actually bc of a bigger diaspora community from Seheron. Her guardian, Charon Aeneas Mercar is 2nd gen Tevene born Seheronese. His family fled from Seheron to Tevinter after Par Vollen retook it. In between learning how to be a proper Tevene citizen, Dolores learn about Seheronese culture from Aeneas and practice the language with him.

But man Dolores longs to return to Antiva. It may have chewed her up but that is still home.

With that being said, food is very important to both Dolores and Lucanis—their ideal date is just cooking together—and it is one of the ways they share their cultures with each other. Dolores has learned to make Lucanis's coffee just as he wants it and even got some recipes from Caterina to try out. Lucanis adapted some Seheronese Tevene dishes to make for Dolores (he makes paella with coconut milk, sticky rice and turmeric now hehe)

9. Does your Rook bring them out often? How are they like on the battlefield? Do they banter much?

Lucanis hasn't had a day's rest since Dolores picked him from the Ossuary. She brings him out all the time. Mostly bc she believes in his skills and they do synergize well lmao. Dolores is a Death Caller and all Lucanis has to do is to make a tiny little cut and Dolores will make all of the cells in their body explode.

Exhibit A:

But alfkldk at the beginning they didn't coordinate well. It's only after Dolores stopped bickering with him that they started working together well.

Their banter goes from Dolores one-sided bickering that sounds like she's yellning band Lucanis's one sided yearning to Lucanis making her laugh through his corny jokes to cheering each other on and being quite affectionate with each other.

18. When all is said and done, where would they like to retire together? Is marriage in the cards for them? Children? Pets?

Yes yes yes 🥺. Lucanis actually proposed to marry Dolores on the morning after the final battle. He didn't even have a ring but he didn't need one to ask for her hand in marriage 🥺. Dolores said yes ofc and Lucanis got her a nice ring a few months later. It's not his mother's opal ring bc that's just....she was wearing it when she died.

It would've happened the night of that final battle but they were uhhh busy. Liwanag was also conceived after the final battle 👀 and it's why Liwanag is more Fade sensitive than most, including mages.

Speaking of which, yes they'll have two mage daughters, Liwanag and Marielle. I made them both in the CC. As you know, Liwanag is more Fade sensitive than most people, like she can hear and talk to Spite. Meanwhile, Marielle is a dreamer.

The point of all of this is that Lucanis is surrounded by his mage wife, his mage daughters and Spite.

I still dont know where I want Dolores and Lucanis to settle. Otoh, it'd be nice to be in the Dellamorte House but otoh....retiring in Dolores's family estate in Seheron and raising chickens and pigs 🥺