#romance should be spicy and a bit obsessive

[walpu]

Verian, who goes into very heavy rambling about how much he loves Aventurine, how much he loves him to the point he’ll go across the universe to kill whoever tries to assassinate him, how he’ll offer his heart on a silver platter still beating, and just looking just a lil bit deranged

The poor person listening: my guy your insane

Idc it's a true love 😒

[chris-prank]

Absolutely love Dr.Seraph, he's such a pathetic man in the best of ways, gotta love it <3

But ngl, I'm also kinda curious about Fatalité, he's been mentioned here and there but we haven't seen much of him ....?

Could you tell us some stuff about him, if you don't mind ? Like how he feels about a hero reader/vigilante reader, or how he would feel if he discovered Dr.Seraph's feelings about the reader, for example

I'm so glad that my little mad scientist is to your liking! 😆 I decided to had some personal info about Fatalité on top of answering your questions!

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About Fatalité:

💣 Fatalité’s real name is Jules Dubois, he is born in Belgium.

💣 He is in his mid forties.

💣 He can speak French, English and a little bit of Spanish.

💣 He doesn’t have superpowers, that’s what Dr. Seraph is for! The only things that could be considered his “quirk” are his metal gauntlets that gives him inhuman strength. He can easily destroy a wall in one punch!

💣 His real weapon is money. Jules can pay, blackmail and bribe his way into fulfilling his goals. He still is on the field most of the time, since he doesn’t believe his henchman can do the job properly without him. Additionally, he finds sick pleasure in watching his enemies fail, so he wants to witness it first hand.

💣 His evil deeds vary between typical robbery of precious jewels or works of art and trying to take over parts of the city.

💣 Fatalité is a real narcissist, with psychopathic and sociopathic tendencies. Remorse is a feeling foreign to him seeing that he felt it rarely in his life.

What is he like on the romance side of things:

💣 Fatalité is biromantic and asexual, which I subtly hinted at in one of my previous posts. Sorry guys, but that means no spicy time with him.

💣 He is obviously a yandere too, since he is an evil supervillain, obsessing over things is ingrained in him. If he likes someone he doesn’t care what it takes, he will have them. Fatality is inevitable after all.

💣 He would be less mean to his partner than with other people, but taking in consideration his narcissism, his desires are still more important to him. So he might not be the best boyfriend in the world.

💣 You don’t want to cuddle? Too bad he wants it and he’ll trap you in his arms. You're so cute when you’re struggling to get away, you’re just like an aggressive stray cat. He does enjoy seeing you frustrated a little bit too much.

💣 His prominent love language are words of affirmation. He needs to hear you say how much you adore and worship him! Don’t expect any words of affirmation from him, he is too proud to admit his feelings out loud.

💣 On the other hand, he expresses his love for you by giving expensive gifts and physical touch.

His view on hero/vigilante reader and if he discovers Dr. Seraph as real feelings for them:

💣 About the hero reader, in simple words, Fatalité hates them. They take away or prevent him from getting the things HE wants.

💣 His views on vigilante reader will change depending on how much they are on the good side. If they are serving justice but with no moral ground, he will hate them as much as the typical hero. But if they are more flexible with their activities, Fatalité might try to work with them if it can serve his interests.

💣 If Jules founds out that Dr. Seraph is in love with the reader; he will be shocked and feel a bit betrayed. With all the people in the world he chose his arch nemesis!? Vincent should just spit in his face while he's at it.

💣 As long as his sidekick don’t plan on betraying him literally, he doesn’t mind this obsession of his. Actually, it could even turn into something positive, for exemple if Dr. Seraph decides to kidnap the reader for himself. That way Jules wouldn’t have to deal with them anymore.

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I hope this satisfied your curiosity about Fatalité!

[norel-ravenclaw]

hello!! :), i would like to request a live action nami x fem reader where they go skinny dipping together for the first time, thank u!

Skinny Dipping

Nami • One Piece

Fandom: One Piece Live Action (OPLA)

Featured character: Nami

Genre: Spicy romance

Rating: 18+

Word count: 1400

Description: Skinny dipping with Nami~

(I’ve only ever seen the live action One Piece, none of the anime or manga sorry!)

Obsessed with this, so thanks anon! Also this woman helped me accept that I’m gay so I’m thrilled to see her as Nami~

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | basically heavy kissing and petting |

From the other side of the beach, Nami and I stand exhausted yet wired as Luffy screams something about a pistol. And just like that, it’s all over. All around us, crates and driftwood blaze. A ship is sinking off shore, with pirates screeching and shouting blame.

Zoro marches off past us, muttering under his breath and not waiting another second to get back to the Going Merry. “Fuckin pirates.”

Nami’s hair is lightly smoking. “Hell, we need a vacation.”

Sanji follows after Zoro. “And a long, hot bath.”

I finally sheath my sword. “Yep.”

~~~

Back on the ship, we all help patch each other up and make an easy meal before going our separate ways to chill.

When Nami heads towards the railing to let down the gangplank, I call after her.

“Hey, where do you think you’re going?”

Glancing over her shoulder, she gestures towards the island. “We passed by some tide pools earlier. They should be filled nicely now. Come join me.”

Aching everywhere but not wanting her to be alone on the island with survivors from Luffy’s latest (and rather ironic) dream-crushing escapade, I follow after her.

The blazing heat of the afternoon has died down some as we walk down the beach. Both too tired to say anything, I find myself glancing at her frequently, wondering how the graze wound on her shoulder is doing.

She doesn’t miss a thing as she gives me a side eye. “Either you’re trying to have a telepathic conversation with me or you’re undressing me with your eyes.”

“W-what?! No! I mean, no. I was just wandering how your shoulder is, that’s all.”

She shoots me a smirk. “Is that all?”

Blushing hard, I nod urgently. “Yeah.”

“Hm. Well that’s no fun.”

My step falters a bit in shock. I haven’t been on the crew for long, and have desperately tried to keep my infatuated crush on her a secret. So to have her flirting with me? Maybe?!

I clear my throat and catch up. “No? Then what kind of fun do you want?”

Reaching a line of boulders, she nimbly climbs up and looks back over her shoulder at me. The setting sun sets her ablaze in a phenomenal silhouette.

“Like I said.” My breath catches in my throat as she suddenly takes off her shirt. “Join me.”

My jaw is hanging slack as she drops the rest of her clothes on the rock and jumps into the water on the other side.

After a momentary mental reboot, I scramble up the rock, and am shocked by the tropical paradise awaiting beyond. A perfect ring of rock around a turquoise pool glittering in the sunset’s glow. Tropical plants and palm trees sway in the warm evening breeze. And in the water, Nami’s shock of fiery hair flows around her blissed out face as she swims, the water obscuring her bare form beneath.

“Well? Are you just going to stand there like a creep or are you gonna join me?”

“R-right. Coming!”

Trying not to overthink things (like being an idiot trying to make a show of getting naked for her) I pull off my clothes, quickly folding both our outfits so they’re easier to get into when wer’re done.

“Alright, um, coming in.” Taking a breath, I jump off into the pool.

The sudden sensation of the water enveloping me lasts only a moment before my aching muscles instantly thank me. I groan in relief at the feeling of the grime and sweat being swept away.

But then I remember that Nami is naked right next to me. IM naked right next to her. And my heart sets off racing again.

She laughs at my awkwardness and splashes some water at me. “Are ya just gonna sit there or what?”

I gasp at the sudden assault, and smirk back at her. “Oh you’ve done it now.”

Next thing we know, we’re engaged in a heated water fight, which ends with me cornered by some rocks as Nami boxes me in.

Once she’s too close for me to splash her anymore, I pull my hands back - but not before accidentally brushing her waist.

“Sorry,” I mumble.

But her eyes lock on me with a different kind of intensity. “No it’s okay.”

We stare at each other, panting a little from our game. The sun is sinking below the horizon now, leaving the most vibrant colour being her hair. …That beautiful hair sticking to her face and shoulders in sensual strands.

“You can do it again if you want.”

I can feel my face heating up. “…What?”

She moves closer, her legs brushing mine. “Like this.” I gasp as her hands go to my waist. I can’t stop myself from glancing at her lips, glistening with droplets of water.

The feel of her skin on mine under the water has my senses nearly overstimulated. “Nami…”

Her expression softens a little as she chuckles at me. “I’m telling you it’s okay. Go for it.”

There’s no holding back now. I reach out to touch her waist as well, misjudging due to the water’s altered perception - and end up grabbing onto her hips instead. I stare into her sharp blue eyes, watching every reaction as I caress her skin.

She puts her hands on my shoulders and suddenly leans in to kiss me. We part and come back again and again, trying new angles and exploring each other’s lips and tongues. I rub along her waist and back, sometimes teasing down her hips.

After she thrusts her tongue into my mouth, I grab her ass and pull her closer. The feeling of her nibbles brushing against my chest makes me gasp and moan out loud.

“Nami…” I dive in for more, attacking her neck and collarbones with kisses.

Using my shoulders for leverage, she moves to straddle one of my thighs, pressing herself against it. We both moan at the feeling, and I’m delighted that the new position lifts her out of the water enough for her small breasts to be exposed.

I lean in to kiss and gently suck at the gentle curve of her chest while she rubs herself against me. When she moans out my name, I can’t help but squeeze her ass. She reaches up to play with my nipple, but I quickly redirect her hand to her own breast. She moans appreciatively, pleasuring herself with more vigour.

We lose ourselves in the lazy yet frantic pleasure as the night settles around us. I kiss her until both our lips and her nipples are swollen.

Her moans become higher pitched as she gets closer, and I help guide her hips to keep up the rhythm of her grinding.

“That’s it. Cum all over my thigh.” I reach down to rub at her clit myself, and she whimpers urgently. Her hips buck against my hand until her whole body is wracked with undulating spasms.

I hold her waist securely as she rides out her high, finally dropping her head on top of my own.

“Damn, that was good,” she pants.

I rub her thigh comfortingly. “Yeah? You look like you’re in heaven.”

She moves down to meet my eye and kisses me again.

Just then, we hear voices from a distance.

“Damn, they’ll find us,” she complains. Looking back at me, I can see her expression twist a little in the moonlight. “You did’t get your turn.”

I smile at her and kiss the tip of her nose. “I’d do anything for you, you know. Use me for your pleasure anytime. It’s worth it to see you feeling so good.”

At this, she freezes a little, and I wonder if she’s blushing. “…Thanks.”

Happy to have gotten to see her shy, I chuckle. “Come on, let’s get dressed, milady.”

I help her up to the rocks (given that her thighs are still shaking) and hand her the clothes I’d folded earlier. We race to dress before Usopp’s voice is close enough that we can shout out a reply.

“Nami! Y/n! Where’d you guys go?”

“Yeah yeah, we’re coming! Don’t get yourself in a snit!”

I smirk at her annoyed tone, and again she looks at me a little bashfully. Fuck that’s adorable…

Hearing them getting closer, I reach over to help pull her shirt down over her stomach as she tugs her pants on.

Standing so close, she whispers, “So uh, anytime, you said?”

Unable to hold back my smile, I give her a quick kiss. “Any damn time at all.”

[alannah-corvaine]

People I Want To get To Know Better

tagged by @myreia 🤎

tagging @gobbieboom @allyennah @nyxvaledoeswriting @larchelle-ffxiv @ink-dreams-ffxiv @felinemoony @domesticatedanimal

last song: los angeles by the midnight (i totally change what i'm listening to when this question is asked so it's something less embarrassing).

favorite color: black, silver, indigo, royal blue, phthalo green.

currently watching: season 4 of Unsolved Mysteries but i'm not really feeling it tbh, my interest in true crime has cooled off a lot.

last movie: Beetlejuice 2. it had some fun bits that i enjoyed but mostly the writing was a mess and it was a frankenstein of half baked plot, underutilized characters, and wild musical interludes that i probably should have anticipated but did not.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet or savory, depending on what i'm in the mood for. i have exactly zero spice tolerance.

relationship status: childless cat lady.

current obsessions: dragon age (fenhawke has me in a chokehold, send help), the storyline im playing out in the sims 4 based on the plot of a supernatural romance mobile game, an unwritten plotless drabble that's currently rattling around in my head.

last thing i googled: how to spell 'phthalo,' lol.

[xalandrix]

Last Song: this is a weird question to ask someone who spends 2-10 hours a day with a playlist on repeat. let's go with:

Favorite Color: purple with a bit of blue. you know the purple tulips in Animal Crossing New Horizons? that color

Last Book: ok funnily enough the last book i read was an omegaverse book that @hoko-onchi-writes recommended: Late Bloomer by Morgan Hawes. it was pretty good! if you want to read an omegaverse romance with a love interest who's giving that tiktok about the German neighbor who helps you move your refrigerator then you should definitely check it out

Last Movie: no idea. i actually do not think i have watched a single movie in the last 6 months. possibly longer. pretty sure the last thing i saw in theaters was Everything Everywhere All At Once. i feel like I'm getting close to rewatching Speed Racer

WAIT HANG ON i remember now the last movie i watched was a profoundly unhinged 80s adaptation of A Christmas Carol starring Bill Murray. cannot overstate how insane that movie was, and cannot in good conscience recommend it

Last TV show: Oshi no Ko. if you look it up i promise it isn't anywhere near as weird as it sounds. like the premise sounds batshit and kinda cringe but it's really well done

Sweet/spicy/savory: i like all three but sweet& spicy is my shit. spicy honey mustard, hot pepper jam, hatch chile brittle, all incredible

Relationship status: hitched

Last Thing I googled: tawny owl eye color

Current obsession: my 40k (and counting) WIP starring snake!Harry

Looking forward to: the end of fall weed pollen season. i want my brain back

tagging @enparallel @drarrymyheart @littlewinnow @sleepstxtic @apricitydays-lazynights @greattemptation @saintgarbanzo @starquestingfordrarry @jtimu @thegoblinmatriarch and you, dear reader

[fanartandfanfiction]

I said before when I reached 100 followers, I’d write a fanfic that you chose! We ended up with an Aesop Sharp romance that was both a slow burn AND spicy. I meant to have it up sooner, now I’m nearly at 200, whoops! Anyway, here’s the first chapter of my new fic “Aesop and Eve.”

Aesop looked up at the sound of a knock on his classroom door. “Aesop! There’s someone I’d like you to meet.”

He looked up and saw an attractive woman looking utterly bored standing beside Phineas Black, the headmaster. “This is my niece, Evelyn Isadora Black.”

“I’ve asked you not to call me that.” She hissed and glared at Phineas.

“It’s a wonderful name, it’s your grandmother’s name.”

“Exactly, my GRANDMOTHER. Hi, I’m Eve.” The woman approached him and extended her hand. He shook it and gave her a polite smile.

“Evelyn is to be your new assistant.”

Um, what?

“Excuse me?” Aesop asked.

“Evelyn is going to be a teacher, but needs some hands-on experience. Her official title is junior professor. Please clear some space for her in your office. She’ll start with you tomorrow.”

“With all due respect, Phineas, I don’t need an assistant.”

“Whether you need one or not is irrelevant. I’ll leave you to get acquainted, please show her around your classroom. Goodbye dear, give me a call should you need anything.” Phineas left her with Aesop and she gave him an apologetic smile.

“Fine. Let’s get this over with.” He grumbled.

“Before you start-” she stepped forward. “I’m sorry. This wasn’t my choice either. And honestly, I don’t have much of an interest in potions, but I wanted a career and my family gave me limited options. So I don’t want to be here as much as you don’t want me here, and I’ll stay out of your hair.”

Aesop was surprised to hear this. “Oh. So you don’t actually have an interest in potions?”

“Not really, I’m sorry.” She grinned sheepishly.

“I don’t entirely understand why you’re here then, Miss Black. Would you like a cup of tea?”

“Yes please, and please call me Eve.”

He quickly conjured them a few cups of tea, as well as cream and sugar.

“Thank you.” She smiled softly. “And allow me to explain. I’m sure you’re familiar with the aristocratic, snooty, condescending members of the Black family?”

“Um, well…”

“It’s fine. My uncle Phineas is an ass. Most of my family are assholes. I could care less about blood purity or any of their stupid ideas. But they’re obsessed with preserving the bloodline, of course. My mother said I could either marry, become a doctor, or become a teacher. So since blood makes me sick and I don’t want to marry a snob of their choosing, I chose teacher. When they asked what I wanted to teach, I said the first thing that popped into my head. Potions.”

“Surely you could have done something else you wanted.”

“With my family? No. They think the greatest thing a woman can do is marry well and crank out babies. So I said I’d become a teacher, and then I was shipped off to Uncle Phineas, and now I’m here.”

“I’m terribly sorry.” He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“It’s my own damn fault. I came back.”

“Came back?”

She looked panicked. “I meant, came back home. I was living abroad for a bit.”

He sensed that wasn’t what she meant at all but wasn’t going to push it. “Well, I suppose I’ll show you around anyway. I suspect Phineas will be checking on you often so you’d do well to know where things are.”

He showed her to their now shared office and where he kept the potion ingredients. He also showed her the closet stocked with pre-made potions. “I’ll clear some room for you in the office.”

“You really don’t have to. I’m invading your space enough.”

“It’s quite alright.”

“Well, since I have to be here, is there anything I can do to help you? I’m basically your assistant, so just tell me what you need me to do.”

“I’m afraid not much of anything. I suspect you’ll be quite bored.”

“Noted. I’ll bring a puzzle book or something.” She gave him a friendly smile. “If that’s my orientation for the evening, I’d like to retire to my quarters. I still have to unpack and figure out how to get around this damn school.”

“It is quite tricky to get around until you’re used to it. Would you like me to escort you to the staff tower?”

“If it’s not too much trouble.” She smiled politely.

“It’s fine, I’m headed there myself.”

“Oh, thanks!” He could see that she favored Phineas. She had jet black hair and aristocratic features, though unlike him, she seemed to be often smiling.

“So what time do you need me here in the morning?”

“The first class of the day is at 8 AM.”

“Ugh.” She groaned.

“Not a morning person, I take it?” Aesop gave her a small smile.

“Not at all.”

“We have classes 8-11, each class is an hour in length. There’s a break for lunch then, and the next class doesn’t start until two, so you’ll have a bit of free time. Then classes from 2 to 4.”

“Good to know.” Her phone began ringing in her pocket. She pulled it out and looked at, making a face before sticking it back in her pocket on silent.

“Spam call?”

“Basically. My mother. She just wants to lecture me about making the Black family proud. I’m required to eat dinner with Uncle Phineas every evening, but I’m pretty sure it’s just so he can report back to her.”

“That sounds exhausting.”

“Right? I can’t really stand to be around Uncle Phineas for more than ten minutes.”

“Ah, we have that in common.” Aesop chuckled and she laughed.

“I get the feeling he’s not well-liked. I don’t blame them at all. Imagine being related to dozens of him.”

“That sounds rather unpleasant.”

“You have no idea. Once a month, there’s a family dinner so all the Blacks can one up each other in their snobbery. It’s a black tie event, I’m not even kidding.” She looked over to him while they walked. “May I confess something to you?”

“Of course.”

“I can’t help but worry the other professors will already have a negative opinion of me because of my uncle.”

“I don’t think you have anything to worry about. They’ll see how friendly and unlike Phineas you are. They’re lovely people. Speaking of…”

Mirabel Garlick was walking towards them. “Oh hello! Who is this?”

“This is Eve, my new junior professor. Eve, this is Mirabel Garlick, the herbology teacher.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet-oh!” Mirabel had pulled her into a hug and Sharp snickered.

“Apologies, I just love to give everyone a warm welcome! Welcome to Hogwarts! I think you’ll enjoy working with Aesop, he’s much softer than he looks.”

“Thank you, Mirabel.” He said with a glare.

“I’d love for you to join me for tea some time! It’s nice to have another girl around my age here! If you don’t mind my asking, how old are you?”

“26.”

“Oh wonderful! I’m 28! I have a feeling we’ll be the best of friends!”

“I hope so. It was lovely to meet you.” Eve smiled politely.

“And you as well!” Mirabel walked away, humming as she went.

“Wow, she’s…a lot.”

“Yes, Mirabel is very friendly. She can be a bit intense.”

They walked up the stairs to the staff tower and he paused. “Do you know where your quarters are?”

“I’m going to guess it’s the one with the shiny gold name plate on the door.” She approached the door and groaned. In one swift motion, she ripped the name plate off and Aesop raised his eyebrows.

“You know, you could have used your wand for that.” He gave her a teasing smile.

“Yes, but ripping it off with my bare hands is much more satisfying. I’ll redecorate it soon. Thanks for showing me around.”

“Of course. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Bye!” She disappeared into her room and he walked down the hall to his. He wasn’t looking forward to having a junior professor, but at least she seemed like a decent person. He poured himself a glass of firewhiskey and settled into his armchair in front of the fireplace.

The firewhiskey wasn’t doing anything to help the pain in his leg this evening. When it got like this, he needed to walk and stretch it. He looked at his watch, it had been about two hours since he’d retired to his room. It should be dark outside, but cool enough to go for a stroll.

He headed down the stairs and out the door, inhaling the fresh air. He began strolling towards the lake, occasionally the giant squid would make an appearance, but even if it didn’t, it was a nice view. He was surprised to find someone already there. As he got closer, he saw that it was Eve. She was in shorts and a tank top and running shoes. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was stretching. He figured he should be polite and say hello.

“Hello, Eve.” She didn’t seem to hear him and continued stretching. “Eve?” He reached out and tapped her shoulder.

She screamed and whipped around, bringing her knee into his groin and dropping him to the ground. Her eyes went wide as she realized it was him. “Oh my god! Aesop, I’m so sorry!”

He was unable to answer, as he was using all of his willpower to not scream and swear.

“Shit, shit! Oh my god I feel awful.”

“‘S fine.” Is all he could get out. He finally sat up and she was kneeling beside him looking terrified.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright. You have a very strong leg.”

“I’m so sorry, it was quite literally a knee jerk reaction. Here.” She held out her hand and helped him to his feet.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. I called out to you a few times.”

She pulled a small wireless headphone out of one ear. “Noise canceling. Couldn’t hear a thing. Also, I didn’t expect to run into anyone else out here.”

“I have a bad leg, sometimes I go for a walk to stretch it and it helps. What are you doing out here?”

“Going for a run. Clears my head. Some days my brain just won’t shut off.”

“I have days like that as well.” He gave her a sympathetic smile.

She looked conflicted. “I don’t want to bombard you with personal information and my life’s story, but you’ll understand why I acted the way I did. I’ve had a few instances where I needed to protect myself, so I’ve taken a lot of self defense classes. I’ve had to use it a few times too.”

“I’m terribly sorry that happened to you.”

“It’s fine. I’m mostly over it. But yeah, that’s why I kicked the shit out of you.”

“I apologize, I had no idea.”

“No, no! It’s not your fault. Were you still planning on going for a walk, or did a kick to the nuts take it out of you?” She asked with a teasing grin.

“I’m still going to walk if it’s safe.” He smiled back.

“Mind if I walk with you? I need to warm up for my run anyway.”

“Sure.” They began walking along the shore of the lake.

“It’s pretty here. I love the nature. I was living in London, and it’s so crowded and people-y.”

“People-y?” He asked with a smile.

“Yes, people have a way of ruining nice things. I don’t enjoy being around loads of them. There was no such thing as privacy or peace and quiet.”

“I don’t think I’d enjoy living in a large city either.”

“I mean, it has its perks. Like, right now if I wanted to get a pizza, where would I get one? There’s nothing around. In London, if I wanted a pizza at three AM I could easily find one. It’s like, what, 9:30?”

“You know, the house elves in the kitchen would prepare you a pizza. They’re always there.”

“Wait, what? Seriously?” She looked at him with wide eyes. “Then I know what I’m doing after I run. Though I kind of want to skip it and go straight for the pizza. Maybe I split it down the middle, I’ll walk with you, then get a pizza.”

He chuckled as she chattered away. “Though I don’t need a whole one myself. Could I talk you into splitting one with me?”

“I can’t remember the last time I had pizza.”

“Then it’s settled! Let’s go to the kitchen.” He didn’t really want to eat pizza at 9:30, but the idea of it had made her so happy he couldn’t say no.

Half an hour later, she was humming happily and holding a pizza box. “Yours or mine?”

“I’m sorry?”

“My room or yours? Unless you’d like to stand here and eat pizza in the hallway?” She asked with a small smirk.

“Yours, I suppose, unless you have any objections.”

“No, come on in!” She opened her door and he was taken aback by the bright colors.

“Wow. This is…bright.”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful?” She beamed. “Phineas said the room would decorate itself how I like it and it did! There’s a whole lot of grey in this castle, I’d at least like my space to have some life in it.” She set the pizza down on a purple table and beamed at him. “This wall over here is going to have a mural on it. I’m still working out the details. I’m thinking something with flowers.”

“You’re a painter?”

“Yep! I love it. Oh man, you should have seen my mother when she walked in on me one day in paint covered overalls, absolutely coated in paint myself. I like to do some experimental stuff, I do a lot of chucking paint at a canvas. It’s quite messy, but I love it. That one above the fireplace is one of my pieces.”

He looked up and was impressed. It was a large canvas that was covered in splotches of paint in a variety of colors. Over the top of it was a self portrait using only black paint and the negative space. She handed him a can of soda, which was entirely unexpected. He thanked her and cracked it open, taking a sip of the bubbly drink.

“That’s quite impressive!”

“Thanks! Painting is my true love, but apparently that’s not dignified enough. I pointed out that there are many great artists who have esteemed reputations, like Monet. She said ‘Monet never posed nude, Evie!”

Aesop choked on his drink. “You alright?” She asked, oblivious.

“Yes, I just wasn’t expecting you to say that.”

“Oh yeah, pissed my family off to no end. It was for a life drawing class I was taking, the model called in sick, so I said ‘I’ll do it!’ My mother made me drop the class after that.” She pulled out one of the kitchen chairs and sat cross legged in it. “Go on, dig in!”

“Um, if you don’t have plates, I have some in my quarters.”

She looked at him like he was stupid. “It’s pizza? You pick it up?” She hopped up and brought him a plate and silverware. “Your majesty.” She said with an exaggerated bow. She plopped back down in her chair and grabbed a slice. “So how long have you been here?” She asked, and then took a big bite of the pizza.

“Eight years.”

“Ah, that’s why I don’t know you. That was after my time.”

“You attended Hogwarts?”

“Oh yeah, total black sheep of the Black family. Only hufflepuff in the entire line of Blacks.” She thought to herself for a moment. “Kind of surprised they let me come back here.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, I was expelled, so I’m shocked that I work here now. Though I suppose that’s nepotism.”

“You were expelled?” He asked with a small smile and raised eyebrows.

“Oh yeah, and believe me, it wasn’t easy.”

“Were you trying to get expelled on purpose?”

She looked down at her pizza and picked at it. “Yes. But I’m not quite comfortable sharing that story:”

“That’s perfectly fine.” He gave her a sympathetic smile.

“So did you want to be a potion professor?” She asked, quickly changing the subject.

“No, I was an auror. I was severely injured in the line of duty, hence the limp. I’d go mad if I had to sit at a desk and just do paperwork and nothing else. I figured I may as well use my knowledge for something good, pass it along to the next generation of witches and wizards.”

“Oh my god, I’d lose my mind if I had a desk job.”

“I hate to break it to you, but that’s essentially what you’ll have here.”

“Yeah but at least I’m around students and you’re fun to talk to, and the school is nice. I’m not in a little cubicle, marking down the days until Nan in accounting retires and stops pilfering my lunches.”

“That’s…oddly specific.” He chuckled. “I’m fun to talk to?”

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yep! I bet you’ve got all sorts of great stories. And you’ve got a really sarcastic sense of humor, we’ll get along just fine.” Her phone rang again and she pulled it out and groaned. “She’s just going to keep calling until I answer. Excuse me. Hello mother.” She answered the phone and walked to her bedroom. Aesop heard her flop down on her bed.

“Yes, Uncle Phineas has been very welcoming, I’m delighted to be here, I’m making the family proud, and I’m on my best behavior. Does that answer all your questions?”

Aesop chuckled. He could see into her bedroom from here. She was flipped upside down facing him and had her tongue hanging out. He chuckled as she mimicked being strangled. “Mother, I’ve got to go, I picked up a man in town and I left to take your call, now he’s all alone in there with the baby oil and the whip, I’ll call you tomorrow. Goodbye!”

She chucked her phone behind her on the bed and came back over to the table. “What time is it?”

“10:15.”

“I bet Uncle Phineas will be here by 10:25.”

“Perhaps it’s best if I go, I don’t think seeing me in here will help you.”

“I disagree, it will help me a lot, since my intention is to annoy and bother Uncle Phineas.”

“Yes but unlike you, he could fire me.”

“For eating pizza?”

“For being in your room alone with you.”

“What, are you an ax murderer or something?” She smirked.

“No, he might think I’m being inappropriate with you.”

“Ok first of all, I’m an adult, I can be ‘inappropriate’ with whoever I want.” She made dramatic finger quotations. “And second of all, we’re both fully clothed and sitting at a table.” There was a fierce pounding on the door. “Damn, did he run here?” She hopped up and strolled over to the door. “Who iiiiis it?” She called sweetly.

“You know damn well who it is, now open this door!”

“Are you sure? I’m not alone.”

“Evelyn, open this door right now or I will do it myself!”

She rolled her eyes and opened the door. “Yes?”

He looked over and saw Aesop and anger flared in his eyes. “What are you doing here?!”

“Would you relax? I asked him to join me. I’m nervous about doing well tomorrow so he’s helping me prepare. Is that acceptable?”

Phineas shot Aesop a dirty look. “It’s inappropriate to be dallying with your coworkers this late.”

“Uncle Phineas, I’m just so grateful for this job, I really want to do well at it. I begged him to help me. You think answering my hundreds of questions is his idea of a good time? I don’t want to disappoint you or the family by looking foolish or unprepared.” Aesop had to try not to laugh as she practically gave Phineas puppy dog eyes.

“I suppose you’re right. Thank you for helping her, Aesop. Hopefully you can steer Evelyn in the right direction. She’s a bit of a wildcard and could use some straightening out.”

“I’ll try my best.” Aesop smiled.

“Well, I’ll leave you to it. Good luck tomorrow.” He left and she shut the door and beamed at him.

“I just want to make the family proud!” Aesop said in a mocking voice with exaggerated puppy dog eyes and she laughed.

“Hey, it works. It’s my one card and I’m happy to play it. If that doesn’t work, then I go for tears.”

“Tears? What, just cry on the spot?”

She let out a stifled sob and walked over to him, grabbing his hand. “I’m so sorry for disappointing you! Please, could you ever forgive me?” She pleaded as actual tears ran down her face.

“My god, are you a sociopath?”

“No, just lots of practice.” She winked and wiped away the tears and sat down. “Works better with men. They get super uncomfortable when a girl cries in front of them. Especially uncle Phineas. He’ll just leave.”

“Hmm. If it’ll make him leave, perhaps I’ll cry in front of him sometime.” Aesop smirked.

“You can try but I don’t think it’ll have the same effect.”

Time flew by as they chatted. Aesop looked at his watch. “Shit! It’s 12:30!”

“Is it?” She asked.

“Yes, I’ve got to get some sleep and I advise you to do the same. It was lovely chatting with you, I’ll see you in the morning.”

“G’night!” She grinned and began cleaning up.

Aesop walked back to his room with a smile on his face. She was certainly an interesting girl. Perhaps she wouldn’t be terrible to work with.

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Ask game tagged by @suspiciouspopsicle

rules: How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic? -10 -> very dissuaded  0 - don’t care either way  +10 -> very enticed  nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged.  Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional.

Age gap: 0

I don't care. If its tagged the fic is probably doing something with the age gap and exploration of that dynamic can be fine. The number would go up if accompanied by other interesting tags.

Codependency: +5

People will go way beyond normal and sane when you start with a premise where they are already halfway to crazytown. When the fire hits the powder keg its gonna be good.

Obsession/Possessiveness, jealousy: +6

This one can have similar feels to be previous, where emotions start out high but this time its possibly one sided. Is the other side prey being hunted, a glorified god caged on a pedestal, or a shrieking wildcat biting itself and anything around it to escape a snare it once walked into willingly? :3c

Opposites (grumpy/sunshine etc): +3

This can be something of a crutch that writers less in tune with the characters internality will use to patch over the lack of depth. Sure he is happy sunshine but what else is he bringing to the table? And selflessness has been done so not just that. And sure this guy is somber but it he reserved due to upbringing, class, inability to communicate? Is he communicating with the sunshine one because he feels safe with them, they share social status, spicy brainedness compatibility? So its a -2 if only step one is done, but up to a 3 if used well.

Enemies to lovers, Enemies with benefits: +10

Shout out to all you allos out there, experiencing sexual attraction to someone everything else in you rejects. Couldn't be me.

My point of reference for this is Erik and Charles of x men fame. I am so sold on their differences being irreconcilable while the respect and love between them is so apparent. This trope can be brilliant because it can only work if both characters have solid motivations, so solid not even love is enough to shake it; that almost magic force of narrative inevitability. But wait, there's more! What if there isn't love? What if they hate eachother, hurt eachother with every touch? Clawing, primal fucking as another battle.

Friends with benefits: +4

Generally this is a tag for side pairing, gen fic, ships that are going to breakup for the main pairings, or the main pairing before the reason for them to get romancy with it arrives. Its alright.

Sex to feelings: +2

This one can pair nicely with the previous trope. So you thought this was casual, no strings? Reverse Uno fool! Now how do you navigate your existing boundaries, keep your cards close to your chest, come to terms with why your needs have changed while all still in the middle of it? The tropes a bit hard to pull off in new ways so I wouldn't say I go out of my way for it.

Fake dating/relationship: +4

This needs a good set up, a thread of ingenuity to keep things fresh, and some plot to get my attention. Why is the relationship fake? When does it become real? How are expectations communicated and revived? The entire story can't rest of will they or wont they alone.

Friends to lovers: 0

Well its one of the three options right? They don't know eachother and meet, they do know eachother acquaintances, or they are enemies/friends. So I guess saying I like one over the other is way too limiting.

Found Family: +5

Its nice to see the world expand beyond just the romance story. Your guys should have friends and have deep relationships with them. Each one should enhance the story and reveal a unique facet of the world.

Hurt/Comfort: +10

If I see the H lacking the C, I am liable to click away. I get some people like hopelessness, despair, unwinnable defeat just I am not able to shake those feelings off when the fic ends. Ahem anyway about the trope that is here! I can wade through a swamp of sadness if I know there's a lighted window come the end. This feels like a closer, more personal story, where the camera doesn't turn away after the credits roll. What consequences come about from surviving? And then the answer is love.

Love Triangle: +6

Does everyone involved actually have a reason to be here besides 1. the plot said so and 2. person hot? If yes you may proceed. I think scum villain handles this one very well! Liu Qingge loves Shen QQ because he saved his life and was kind, Yue Qingyuan loves Shen QQ because he has never had a time in his life he didn't love him, Luo Binghe loves Shen QQ because he chose him and loved him first. The conflict between these people isn't a bare bones "I want him" but genuine belief that the other suitors are not good for him because of the plot. (Well, Yue Qingyuan and Liu Qingge could work it out).

Poly, open relationships: +8

For the love of sausages, can people just agree to non monogamy when its an obvious solution? The one partner for all doesn't even fit in the real world much less in one made to throw these people at eachother. Do something rad with it.

Mistaken/hidden identity: +9

There is yet a trace of the true self within the false self. Another part of a character can be shown when they put aside who they think they are and should be. Who is in or isn't in the know? This can be so plotty and charactery!~

Monsterfucking: +3

Forgive me, I want to love this more then I do. I certainly don't mind it and the metaphor made tangible for alienation, otherness, spoopyness can really work. But I don't go "Oooo this has tentacles yes yes". The monsterness needs to serve a purpose in the story.

Pregnancy: +5

Its certainly a topic that is in the real world and can use some exploration in fiction. Who can and can't carry, who can and can't raise the resulting children, social expectations couched in terms of biological inevitability. I've seen some omegaverse fics that rock my world with how they turn the everyday alien with just a few twists and turns.

Second Chance: +10

This goes very well with a tragedy. Was it always going to be this way, with blood on your hands and at your feet? Or could you really have found a differnt way if only you knew then what you knew now? Who, what, are you really when set free from what bound you? Characters that come to mind are Kenshin of same anime name fame, Jin Guangyao or Lan Xichen of mdzs (wherein, notably, evil necromancer Yiling Laozu gets his second chance), Kim Dokja and co of Omniscient Reader, and pretty much the standard OS of all isekai and time travel fics.

Slowburn: +6

I love a good slowburn. The romance has time to establish that this is about who these two (or more) people are, rather then a hollywood 'this movie needs romance so kiss so they know who the leads are". Show me the gaps that these people coming together will fill, or the flaws they will bring out in eachother, or how the plot needs them both, not just one while the other is agencyless.

Soulmates: +8

I saw this done very well by esama with her fic Sun(something or another). As children, Bondmate 1 rejected Bondy 2 which hurt them so badly they devoted their life to destroying everything bondmate 1 had or cared for and you felt he was right for doing so. Like, yeah, yeah, thats got meat on it tell me more. It also explored other worst case bond scenarios, like what if your bond gets turned undead, or is in a coma? Then there is the 'au' type soulbond fic where because there is this magical fate, how does canon change? How does society change? There are so many ways to do it to, opt in or opt out, spoken, art, written, red or color threads. This trope leads to plot.

Whooowh that was a lot. Ok lets have @blondejaneblonde @lacertae-dreamscape @three--rings AND @leatherbookmark take this one on :D

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oh boy we're really doing this it's rollo's vp

listen, i know it's january 2023, but i'm still obsessed with the masquerade event and i want to make more content with that event and nbc students the urge to write masquerade vignettes is so strong.

so! sol adopted rollo's assistant and i adopted his vp. they are our sons now. and here's a profile i made for my boy!

also i should mention that this is how i personally see him and he doesn't belong to me BUT. we got no canon info so I CAN DO WHAT I WANT

name: cole rayne [コール- ・レイン]

age: 18 y/o

gender: male

species: human

birth date: july 29

zodiac sign: leo

height: 174 cm

hair color: his hair is more brown in canon, but tbh i see his hair being a bit more pink? i prefer to use "faded pink" for him, but it looks more "pale violet red" here.

eye color: his eyes are the same color as his hair and again, they look more pale violet red here.

homeland: ???

family: father, mother, grandfather, grandmother, three younger sisters

school: noble bell college

dorm: ??? (do i look like i'm good at coming up with dorm names)

school year: third year

occupation: student

club: none, just like sebastian, he prefers to check up on other clubs with rollo.

best subject: astrology

dominant hand: right-handed

favorite food: junk food and anything that you don't have to cook yourself and can easily buy anywhere.

least favorite food: his spicy food tolerance is extremely low, so yeah, he hates food like that.

hobbies: surfing the net, gaming, online shopping

talent: none. he's not particularly good at anything and he's not really trying to get better at anything.

unique magic: "disobeying the order". whenever cole misbehaves, forgets/refuses to do something or simply does something stupid, he can easily make anyone forget about it and he can get away with it that way. it sounds very useful, however, it has its weaknesses: cole can wipe someone's memory only if cole let that person down or "disobeyed their order", so it's not like he can always do that, he must do something bad before he's able to use his magic. and also, his magic has its limits and he can use it only three times a day. he accumulates blot very quickly as well, so he must be careful with it, he actually has almost overblotted once.. but no one remembers it. and if he uses his magic too often on a specific person, that person will start slowly losing their memories and if cole doesn't stop, they can end up forgetting even their own name. that person may also start feeling very tired most of the time and lose the ability to sleep.

dislikes: working, studying

personality: cole is a very easygoing and carefree person, who loves having fun and hanging out with other people. he's also very interested in romance and dating, so you can often see him flirting with someone.. and failing. he's actually very awkward, even though he doesn't seem like that type of person. though he claims that being awkward makes him even cuter and someone will definitely fall in love with him one day. he's very serious about it and if someone makes fun of him for being single, he will literally fight them. even though most people would describe cole as "energetic", he's a lot more lazy than they think and he refuses to do anything that he sees as "pointless" or "meaningless", which is pretty much.. everything. he tends to use his unique magic very often, so that he doesn't have to do any work and he can make other people do his job. but again, his magic does have its limits, so he makes sure to behave when he's not able to use it. also, even though he hates paper work and other "boring" tasks, he's very good at things that require talking to people and making connections, so yeah, there's a reason why he's still the vice president. he also often offers rollo his help with more personal stuff, like simply listening to him talk or helping with his problems that are not related to the student council's work even though rollo doesn't trust him enough to ask for his help and cole just appears out of nowhere and goes "hey, you need anything? :D" he's also the guy who makes tea whenever the student council is having a meeting and yes, he has to force himself to make it sometimes because of how lazy he is, but there is a reason why he doesn't let anyone else do it. and yes, that reason is "maybe if he shows that he can do at least something useful, he won't get kicked out". he also has a 13 year old boy's sense of humor, which means that he has the same password he uses for everything and it's "coleisthebest69420lolol"

notable relationships:

when cole just became the vice president, he thought rollo was a bit scary and he didn't know how to act around him. however, he quickly got used to his company and like two weeks later he already was like "HEYYYY WHAT'S UP BUDDY HOW ARE YOU FE- okay. okay, sorry, president. sorry, it won't happen again. sorry." he actually tries to get to know rollo better and he often asks him about his hobbies, interests, friends, family- oh, okay, it's a touchy subject, okay. now that he's a third-year and has more experience, cole claims that he knows how to talk to rollo now and he's proud of being his vice president.. but he became one not because of being good at his job, but because of his luck. he's also the type to randomly give rollo dating advice even though he did tell him muiltiple times that he doesn't need it. but cole thinks he does.

cole likes to call sebastian his best friend, though their relationship wasn't that good when they just met. cole kept annoying him and he didn't respect his personal space at all, trying to become closer with him. their relationship eventually got better, mostly thanks to sebastian enjoying doing the work that cole was supposed to do. LIKE HELLO HE CAN JUST MAKE THIS GUY DO EVERYTHING FOR HIM AND HE WON'T MIND, LET'S GO. and cole is the one who does most of the talking, if sebastian doesn't feel confident or comfortable enough. cole is secretly jealous of him though, because he thinks and knows that sebastian is much more talented than him and he's also jealous of his looks. it's not like cole is not pretty, it's just.. he thinks the assistant boy is more beautiful than him. but even though he's jealous of him, he's actually very protective of him and if sebastian gets bullied by someone, he's already here and he's ready to beat that person up.

cole met merrill during nrc students' visit to nbc and he thought he was interesting right when he saw him. he had a lot of fun talking to him and he jokingly tried to flirt with him once and he did not expect merrill to flirt back. so he ran away and hid behind sebastian because he is not strong enough for this. their dynamic is actually kinda funny because of how 😄😆😜🤣 cole usually is, but when it comes to merrill, he immediately goes 😳👉👈 they kept talking online after merrill had to go back to nrc and they're very close now.. but cole is still too scared to make the first move. he will punch anyone who makes fun of him for that.

fun facts:

he's actually not from the city of flowers and he lived in a small village before moving there, so he's kind of.. you know. he's a country boy, even though he absolutely loves the internet and knows all the latest trends. his family thought he should go to nrc at first and they thought he would feel right at home there, however, they realized that if he goes to a school like nrc, his behavior will most likely get worse, so they sent him to nbc, hoping that he will become more responsible there. his mom also comes from the city of flowers, so she knew a lot about it and she told cole everything he needed to know.

his sisters are much younger than him, the oldest one is 10 years old and the youngest one was born when he already started attending nbc and he was able to finally meet her only after coming back home for the summer break. he's not the best older brother though and his little sisters are much more hardworking than him.

his nrc dorm would most likely be heartslabyul and his phone case design is a reference to that.

even though the original npcs don't really have a height difference, cole is much shorter than sebastian and rollo. he's also the same height as avery.

if sebastian is inspired by snowball, it can be said that cole's disney counterpart is phoebus and his unique magic is a reference to phoebus being the captain of frollo's guard and going against him. however, cole's magic somehow manages to be a much darker, but also funnier version of it, because if his disney counterpart stopped following his boss's orders because he realized that he's been working for an evil and cruel man.. cole just uses his magic because he's lazy and he doesn't want to work. the dark part is that he mostly uses his magic on rollo, so it means he's been brainwashing the student council president for like.. a year or two. y-yeah.

no one knows about cole's unique magic because they obviously wouldn't remember him using it on them/in front of them and he also hasn't told anyone either. he also doesn't see a reason why he should talk about his unique magic, if their president's mood gets worse whenever magic is mentioned.

just like sebastian, he likes romance media a lot, though he doesn't really have a cute reason for it. it's just that romance media is one of the things that actually makes him feel something. for example, other student council members have noticed that cole is usually more interested in romance movies and comedies, but he's mostly emotionless when he watches something else, even horror movies.

according to molly, malleus's cousin who goes to nbc and hangs out with rollo, cole and sebastian, cole most likely has depression because they used their unique magic on him which allows them to understand other people's feelings better and they found nothing but emptiness inside of him, which explains why he finds everything tiring and he doesn't have any motivation.

cole becoming rollo's vp was the only moment in his life when he actually tried to achieve something. he tried to get the vice president position just because it sounded fun and he had nothing to do, also his mom said that he should try "doing something great" so that his life feels more meaningful. he got it mostly thanks to his luck, because most people were too scared to work with rollo and thought they didn't deserve it. cole was scared of him as well but he managed to get over his fear and rollo thought the student council could use a sociable and extroverted person like cole. also cole's grades were surprisingly good for a guy like him.. totally not because of his unique magic. totally. so it's actually kind of wholesome, cole doesn't want to get kicked out and he even agrees to do the work he finds boring so that rollo won't get mad at him, but only because being a part of the council is the only thing that makes his life more interesting and fun.

he also secretly works for seth's sister, luna, who ended up in twisted wonderland after trying to find her brother. the reason? uh.. she's pretty. that's it, really. he does start questioning her motives when he ends up getting attached to rollo and seth and realizes that luna is actually not a good person.

[bananajuiceeee]

awwwww, thanks pooks 🥺: @tdillustrates

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Last Song: Igual Que Un Angel, by Kali Uchis and Peso Pluma

Favourite colour: PURPLE 💜💜💜🥺👉👈

Currently watching: I'm not really watching anything rn, but I am reading! I'm working through Usagi Yojimbo, by Stan Sakai (my beloved) and Where the Forest Meets the Stars, by Glendy Vanerah

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: I'm definitely a spice kinda girl Relationship status: Single, I honestly don't care much for romance, it just never appealed to me. I get all the love I need from my friends 🥺🫶

Current Obsession(s):

⭘ (ROT)TMNT

⭘ LOVE LOVE LOVE USAGI YOJIMBO RN, usagi's literally my husband wdym hes not we've literally been married for 5 years like what are you talking about he's the love of my life we have kids and everything he's literally my man

⭘ on a non-fandom related note, I've been kind of obsessed with nuclear power and nuclear accidents

⭘ the world wars have always stuck with me, and anything within that time period absolutely captivates me; It's all so beautifully tragic, and such an interesting case study on humanity at large

⭘ ART. I love art. all kinds. I've always been an art buff, I love studying art and the stories behind them. For as long as there has been humans there has been art. Art history is human history, and nothing fascinates me more then the brilliance of the past and the resilience of the present.

extra stuff, bc there's a lot you don't know about me, and I want you to get some takeaways from this

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Hobbies/Occupation:

⭘ I go to a performing arts school, and I major in dance! I do mostly Ballet/Pointe, but I do a lot of modern, jazz, and hip-hop/house.

⭘ I also LOVE to write, mostly original works, but I dabble in fanfic from time to time. I never actually posted any of it before, I'm pretty shy about my work, but I hope someday I'd gain the confidence to share.

⭘ and ofc, I enjoy drawing and painting. I haven't made anything in a while. I used to draw/paint all the time, but I lost interest for a few years, and it's left my drawing hand a bit stiff and sharp around the edges. I've been getting back into it though, It's actually the whole reason I was looking around for magma servers to join (I find I really like collaborative doodling, It's been helping me loosen up, it sucks I have to pretty much relearn how to draw tho 🥹.) But alas, like my writing I hope one day I'll feel confident enough to share

Pronouns: she/her! Where do I live: I live in the U.S!! But i'm a proud Puerto Rican! 💪😎💪🇵🇷

Gaming: I love games with calming atmospheres it's just really nice, yk? I play a lot of Stardew Valley and Animal Crossing. I know it's super tipical, but it brings me joy!!!!! But sometimes when I'm feeling silly i'll play fortnite tehe 🤭🤭🤭 And Roblox gets an honorary mention!! (and you should totally add me @ ProSquad_girl or something idk-) My blog is a place where you can... ⭘ @ me under posts ⭘ dm me whenever you like

⭘ have magma doodle parties

⭘ be silly in my inbox 🫶

Nine people i'd like to get to know better:

Tagged by: @bell-of-indecision, thank you so much for tagging me <3

Last Song: Gmfu by Odetari,6arelyhuman

Favourite colour: Dark red, violet, pink

Currently watching: Death note, ep6

Spicy/Savoury/Sweet: Spicy

Relationship status: Single

Current Obsession: Mbti types and cognitive functions.

Tagging: @somin-yin @a-cloud-for-dreams @axepen @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @basic-bitch-alkali @rhysaka @blackknight-100 @squishywizardd @reykalot

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🔥🔥NEW RELEASE🔥🔥

Book details:

Hesi-Dating

by Zoe Forward

Publication date: January 15th 2024

Genres: Adult, Comedy, Contemporary, Romance

Synopsis:

I warn all my dates: Don’t fall for me.

I’m good for a date or two of no-strings fun, but then I’m a ghost.

Until the sheriff. He saves me from a jerky ex-date. Now I owe him a favor. Almost a decade older than me, funny, and insanely attractive, my chemistry with Seth is off the charts. His post-divorce hurt makes me want to heal his wounded soul. For the first time in ever, I say no. He doesn’t deserve my heartbreaking ways. I tell myself I must walk away since me dating law enforcement is a no-can-do. I’m not a felon, but I do have connections from my past that make it dangerous. If I’m truthful, it’s self-preservation. Seth threatens to awaken the desiccated organ inside my chest.

Then he needs a favor.

Calling in favors becomes our not-dating game.

I should have stopped helping him. I should have left well enough alone. But I just couldn’t resist. I have a connection to this guy. One that has me acting irrationally. One that snags the attention of the gang leader I wished would leave me alone.

I want to nurture our burgeoning spark, but I must protect us from the deadly dangers of my past.

Hesi-dating features a hesitant sheriff, a player girl hiding a big heart and dangerous past, a lame horse, and the world’s worst home security dog. It stands alone and comes complete with sibling meddling, an awkward naked handcuffs scene, and a sweetly satisfying happily ever after.

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/203870534-hesi-dating

Purchase:

Amazon: https://amzn.to/4aMEzuO

MY REVIEW ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

My second read of 2024 New Year and I loved it. It was a very unexpected story and I was totally thrown for a loop.

Jolie is thrown for a loop when her blind date turns out to be the sexy sheriff of San Diego, Seth. Yep this handsome, sexy, older sheriff is not what she expected and definitely not someone she can date. With the dark secrets of her past and her known association with a gang leader, the sexy sheriff is the last person she should date.

Seth has thought about Jolie non-stop since that first encounter. But she said no. She has a dark secret and he cannot understand why it is a problem for them. But when the two keep getting thrown together over and over, those feelings grow and Jolie must make a decision. Stay and risk Seth being killed or leave him forever.

This book was an amazing read. The story flowed flawlessly and was pure unexpected perfection. The characters are wonderful, smart and strong willed. I fell completely in love with Seth and I want one of my own. "wink, wink" He is so smart, sexy, loving, caring and just out right amazing. Him and his greying hair to his sexy hat. This man oozes charm.

The story is a twisted tale and has quite a few triggers in it. Beware of the trigger listed: kidnapping, rape, violence, stalker, control, murder and child danger. This book combines all these things to create a dangerous, twisted, suspenseful tale of obsession and fear. It is exciting, scary and heart breaking. An excellent read.

AUTHOR BIO:

USA Today bestselling author, parent, wife, veterinarian, chocolate lover. Author of spicy paranormal and contemporary romances. Zoe Forward brings readers the perfect combination of action adventure, romance, humor and a bit of magic.

Her novels have won numerous awards including the Prism, Readers’ Choice Heart of Excellence, Golden Quill, Carolyn Readers Choice Award, and the Booksellers’ Best Award.

You can find her residing in the South with a menagerie of four-legged beasts and two wild kids

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[mr-awesome-balls]

The 10 Novels I Read on May (+1 bonus cuz it's that good)

Just wanted to say that @thedollymaker and @hippo141 are angels and this post is for you guys! Hope y’all find it useful <3 

I’ll be rating and ranking the novels I’ve read from best to worst. Most (more like all) are romance novels which are also popular on BookTok. Writing the tl’dr non-spoiler ver here with more in-depth review on an upcoming post (bc tumblr deleted my half completed in-depth review and it’s nearing 1 am rn so yeah):

1. Love and Other Words by Christina Lauren - 5.1/5 🌟

I have to admit I read this on June 2022, and have read 4 more books since too but I just HAD to put this here because it's that good.

It tells the story of 2 best friends (who are almost soulmate-like imo) who have recently met again after years of losing contact. They had a falling out, but when they met everything just falls so perfectly. And we find out what happened in the past. It had the craziest twist (that i kinda knew was coming but oh my lord let me tell you that I BAWLED). BIG hurt/comfort theme. It reminds me of a warm hug and just - of Home. Home's embrace/warmth if you will.

2. It Ends With Us by Collen Hoover - 5/5 🌟

Girl meets the perfect Boy, but maybe there’s something more than meets the eye. Major page turner, this books makes me feel so much and at the same time left me feeling empty. I learnt valuable real life lessons from this book and you won’t regret picking this up. Hurt/Comfort piece. Also also, read the Author’s Note after ending the novel cuz it provided much needed clarity/resolution/peace.

3. All Your Perfects by Colleen Hover - 5/5 🌟

If you’ve read it ends with us and it left you feeling “it could’ve worked” ((not gonna spoil more but if you know, you know)), then boy is this the perfect one for you. It tells a story of this couple’s journey of overcoming terrible stuff ((think It’s Quiet Uptown, Hamilton)). And also, Best. Coho. Male. Lead. Ever. ((Graham my man, UGH)) So so Romantic.

4. The Love Hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood - 5/5 🌟

THIS IS THE CUTEST ROM-COM, way more lighthearted than the previous 2. Fake dating, ball of sunshine x broody/grumpy trope, age gap. It’s so cute and the banter is so amazing. I recommend.

5. Funny You Should Ask by Elisse Sussman - 4.6/5 🌟

This novel to me feels comforting. It’s a slow burn but in a comfortable sense? Journalist and Movie star had an unforgettable weekend that left much needed resolution. A decade later, they met again but both changed and grew for better or for worse. Sometimes, stories don’t have to be dramatic. And this novel feels genuine in a sense - a genuine adoration.

6. Verity by Colleen Hoover - 4.5/5 🌟

Murder-mystery, very suspenseful, very exciting, but leaves you mind fucked. Like after ending this, I was just like what the fuuuuck. This novels fucks with your head like ngl. Best opening scene. Young writer was tasked to finish another successful writer’s novel series after she is left incapacitated. But she found a manuscript that perhaps reveals so many terrible truths, or is it?

7. Ugly Love by Colleen Hoover - 4.1/5 🌟

This book is spicy, hot and romantic. It’s cute. Started a bit slow but it has quite a strong ending. Friends with benefits to lovers. Brother’s best friend. Pining. The my life is too much of a mess to love again trope. ((read this before november 9 for cameos)) 

8. November 9 by Colleen Hoover - 4/5 🌟

This book is fun and exciting. Boy and girl meets once a year, over a span of 5 (or 6?) years as their relationship grow. It’s endearing, how Ben (main guy) just encourages Fallon (the MC) to love herself more. 

9. In Five Years by Rebecca Serle - 3.7/5 🌟

This perfectionistic, planning and success obsessed lawyer saw a vision 5 years into the future to find her planned life so different than it is now. I’d say that this book is not what you think it is. Imo this is not a romance novel, but more on friendship and learning to letting go. Life happens, it still goes on.

10. Confess by Colleen Hoover - 3.3/5 🌟

To love is to sacrifice is the essence of this book. It’s about 2 people who is sacrificing so much to love the people they love. But maybe, they need to learn to value themselves - to not discount themselves too much. And in finding that in each other. 

11. Under One Roof by Ali Hazelwood - 3.2/5 🌟

Environmental engineer inherited a house from her mentor. But what said mentor forgot to mention was that half of the ownership of the house belonged to her nephew (who’s this lawyer at this BP-esque unethical capitalistic giga corporation). Enemies to friends to lovers. The stuck under one roof (thus the title) and the oh my god they were roommates trope. It’s short, it’s cute, it’s sweet.

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Just wanted to say that Colleen Hoover is an amazing writer and reading it ends with you got me out of my reading slump. TikTok is a great place to find recommendations <3 Technically I read like 10 books in 2 weeks and it’s more books I’ve read in the past like what, decade? ((well maybe but like i’ve probably poured those energy into fanfics which could easily quadruple the number but eh)). What I’m trying to say is that this is fun, reading is amazing hahaha.

I’m planning on reading unhoneymooners, hopeless, maybe someday and some other more soon but let’s seee, feel free to drop recs on my askbox~

**EDIT** Ok y'all, Imma do a quick update on the ranks because I read 1 wonderful book that just OOFT.

[theworldbrewery]

over our last two sessions, I ran something a little different. Our cleric, Oggie, has a (complicated) relationship with this NPC, Elliot. Elliot is a gay half-elf man whose father is a politician and diplomat; Elliot’s father has decided that since Elliot has a criminal record (he was framed for treason) the best way to ensure he is provided for is to marry him off to another political family, neatly tucking him away where he can’t cause a scandal.

Now, his father isn’t too interested in Elliot’s desire for romance or attraction, so he’s arranged a marriage with a young woman from a prominent elven family. The party quickly decided that this cannot stand. They agreed to attend the wedding in order to prevent it from happening.

Upon arrival at the venue, however, a few key things were going to pop off. First, it turns out Oggie’s estranged family lives in the town. Second, the whole region is deeply haunted and extremely sinister. Third, messing up the bride’s life was a non-option, because when I introduced the character of the bride, a friend of ours came out of the bedroom where I’d stashed them and introduced themself as Gloria, the bride herself (an air genasi monk in a family of elves, another outsider).

this was already clearly a rousing success, but we still had to get through the wedding, and I had to run it in a way that felt dynamic and tense. People go from room to room and building to building, indoors and outdoors and making visits to the village. It’s the day of a wedding!

So I developed a method for running the Day of the Wedding, and I’m sharing it with you for any extended roleplay and intrigue encounters you want to tangle up in plot threads.

First things first: run it like a combat.

What I mean by that is when the party woke up on the day of the wedding, I asked them all to roll for initiative. Instead of a round taking six seconds, each round lasted one hour, enough time for a movement (go to 2 areas near one another or 1 place that’s a bit further away), an action (a primary roleplay scene or investigation), and a bonus action (a conversation with a fellow player character, a quick search of an area, etc.). As the DM, use your discretion to decide what constitutes a suitable bonus action vs action.

Now, unlike combat, this type of encounter should permit player characters to team up and act together. When a PC that is high in initiative order decides to do something, other PCs that rolled lower can opt to join them if they want to act in the same location or engage with the same NPCs. (This is a great option to keep the action moving and lets players work together more.)

In order to keep this situation rolling, I prepared a few key notes. I focused on regional effects; that is, the overall culture and vibe of the area. I decided early on that the region is haunted, and that the locals are suspicious, superstitious, and obsessed with cleanliness. These features are tied into the overall plot conflicts that would develop over time. I also chose to include the effects of the Haunted table from Tasha’s Cauldron to add some spiciness to my haunting. In essence, think of the tensions the NPCs in the region are already experiencing prior to the party getting involved. A recent assassination might make a court intrigue more complicated as they now distrust strangers, for instance, while a new trade war over tariffs can complicate a diplomatic mission.

Next, I considered my locations. In this instance, my locations included the inn where the party slept, various rooms in the manor house hosting the wedding, a handful of outdoor areas, and the chapel. I focused on creating detailed descriptions of the ambiance for each location.

Then, I wrote out a quick description of each major NPC - in this case, the wedding party, the family of the intended, and a few locals and guests. In a roleplay/intrigue scenario like this, it’s vital to include motivations, secrets, and goals for each of these NPCs, even if those goals are very simple. You’ll need them for the last step:

Create a round-by-round timeline. Write out your list of locations and pair them with the NPCs that will be there during each round (hour). In my notes, I added what the NPC was doing there or what they were thinking about--linking their motivation to their location. For example, a character in the garden was leaving an early-morning meeting with her lover, the new gardener, while the fathers of the bride and groom met in the library to discuss the cover-up they had just pulled off (a politician and wedding guest had died mysteriously at midnight, and to keep the wedding from being derailed, they had hidden the body and were intimidating the only witness).

Party members who arrived at each location were therefore entering existing scenes they didn’t have full context for. Each hour, the NPCs would move on to the next phase of their day, seek out other NPCs to interact with, etc. NPCs could still be influenced by the party’s actions, so each round you might adjust exactly what they’re doing or where they’ve gone--the beauty of improv!

Keep in mind that situations should still be developing when the party isn’t witnessing them. An NPC no one had spoken to yet turned out to have spent the morning searching for her missing father, which led the party to the gravesite that they’d spotted earlier in the game, while the gardener turned out to be a villain they’d met before who was acting in secret during the session! Use your best judgment, though. Just because you wrote content for an NPC doesn’t mean the party will engage with it, so follow their lead; sprinkle the clues, and then let the party’s focus drive which storylines get developed.

So long as every NPC has a goal or secret to influence their opinions and decisions, they will feel like nuanced actors within the roleplay scenario; the timeline you lay out in advance gives them a sort of “Artificial Intelligence” that can be influenced by the player’s actions.

Personally, I also recommend setting a natural deadline for the party. If my players didn’t stop the wedding by 1pm, for instance, the ceremony would go forward and they would either be forced to object in public or let the marriage take place. Thus, they only had 5 total “rounds” to disrupt things enough that the wedding would be called off.

You can create similar deadlines depending on the central goal of the party. A vote on whether to pass a controversial law could serve as one for a court intrigue arc, while a crime-solving arc might have a threatened time when a kidnapping victim will be murdered (”You have 24 hours to deliver the ransom”, for example). The sense of a ticking time-bomb gives the players a much-needed urgency. The round-by-round timeline also helps to ensure that you won’t have to continue prepping rounds ad infinitum; instead, you need only prepare up until shit pops off and the deadline is reached.

You may find you won’t reach the deadline, though. In this arc, the party discovered the corpse of a major politician who had died in the night and was secretly buried by the gardener. They used the cover-up as leverage to blackmail the parents of the bride and groom into calling off the marriage, which was helped along by the ranger revealing that Elliot’s father was concealing Elliot’s criminal record to keep the marriage arrangement intact. They managed to prevent the wedding with an hour to spare.

However, as Alice the sorcerer went downstairs to announce the cancellation, she spotted a person who looked just like her weaving through the crowd to leave the manor. She followed, and discovered that she was tracking the semi-villainous NPC who had crossed paths with the party a few times before, disguised as Alice. The NPC, Florian, had been playing the role of the gardener, and blackmailed the bride’s father into giving up a precious family heirloom in exchange for concealing the body; now that the cover-up has been revealed, they’re getting out of Dodge with their prize. This revelation serves as the plot hook for the next dungeon!

[fatefulfaerie]

Once Upon A Time

Long one shot under the cut. Every once in a while I obsess over Gelato (Roman x Neo) so...yeah...

Spoilers for RWBY: Roman Holiday (read it if you haven’t it’s so good!!)

He didn’t know how to treat it like anything but a heist.

Roman had definitely kissed a girl before, Bleu Berry at the orphanage when he was twelve, Crimsen Blank when he was fifteen, Verd Webster when he was seventeen, and then of course the off and on thing with Chameleon while he worked for Lil’ Miss.

But something about kissing Neo was special, something not to be messed up or done lightly like every other young woman he had kissed. He had to do it right.

It had seemed like a lifetime ago since Roman had planned a heist without Neo, and he found himself at a loss because of it. She really was the brains of their partnership...and the brawn…

Why was he even here?

Neo gave him a distinct look. She snapped her fingers in front of his face.

“Sorry.”

He was staring again, at her instead of the television. His cover story was that he stared into space when he was really tired.

Lie.

It was really him taking glances from under her nose, like pickpocketing a stranger’s wallet.

Steal.

Cheat.

Survive

Love.

When did that get in there?

Normally when they sat down together to watch the large, holographic screen that emitted from Neo’s facedown scroll -- Roman still hadn’t gotten his hands on a new scroll. He was perfectly able to steal one of course, especially since the Vale City Mall had the most pathetic security. He just kept straight up forgetting -- they were watching themselves on TV, laughing about the coverage of their recent ridiculous robbery and eating spicy hot wings from the Cuckoo Crazy Chicken Shack.

This was the first time that Roman was thinking about someone else while watching his own name flash across the screen.

He was catching feelings for her, and there was no doubt about it. He had been catching feelings ever since she saved his life in the alley where she first showed off her semblance, and then more and more as they spent time together.

Roman pinpointed the moment she showed him the fabulous outfit she had made for him as that oh moment that you read about in romance novels.

Not that he read. He accidentally stole a book once. Once. Neo was the reader. He could hardly summon the patience. When Neo gave him a book to read, he skipped to the end. Roman didn’t see the point in all the rest.

But for some reason with this conundrum, this real-life conundrum, he couldn’t bring himself to skip to the end, to just kiss her like it meant just as much as any other kiss.

He tried to plan it like a heist, watching Neo, memorizing her routine, figuring the best moment of the day to perform the act, but it didn’t work. Neo was too unpredictable. She wasn’t like a bank or a warehouse that had their security guards on the same schedule every day. Her chaos was part of her charm, always doing the unexpected, but Roman was absolutely lost as to when he should make his move, if at all. They had a good thing going here, after all, and for all he knew he could kiss her one second and be knocked out cold the next.

Roman felt a slap on his shoulder and he looked over.

What the hell?

Neo was mute yet Roman could hear her say it. She must have been doing airplane arms before she slapped him.

She pointed at him and then her right ear, her forehead creased with inquisition.

“No, I am not going deaf,” Roman said.

She must have been clapping and snapping to get his attention.

“I’m just thinking,” he explained, the words spilling out just as he realized he might have to come up with an answer for what he was thinking.

But Neo nodded in understanding. What a wonderful human being. She mimed sleep, resting her head on hands that touched palms.

“Yeah,” Roman agreed. “Sleep. Good idea.”

Since his fancy condo was ambushed by Lil’ Miss, the two partners in crime had settled in an abandoned building that had gone from being a restaurant to a convenience store to a nail salon in the span of three months, before being abandoned for a year now. This street was a terrible place for an above-board business and even the Vale Government had let it rot, too small and inconsequential to be made into a factory or a warehouse of any sort.

Neo and Roman found it a week after the skirmish at the Vanille mansion. It was dilapidated and falling apart but it was only as broken as each of them were before they found each other. They quickly saw it as home.

So Roman stood up in order to head towards his bedroll in the corner. Neo watched him with a suspicious eye.

“Now that we’ve done as much damage as we could with the information from Mr. Vanille’s computer…”

Neo had already noticed that Roman never referred to the late Jimmy Vanille as her dad. Biologically he was her dad but he never treated her like a daughter.

“We may as well start on this dust business,” he continued. “Dust Till Dawn seems like the easiest target to me but I’d rather start bigger, something more fun.”

He turned around in case Neo had anything to add but she only stood up and paced towards him, using her semblance to change into Roman Torchwick himself. Roman looked at the mirrored version of himself as Neo made fun of the way he had been acting, staring with a blank expression, losing his train of thought. She then changed back into herself and shrugged her shoulders with her hands up as if to ask him why.

“I…I don’t know.”

He stammered. He rarely stammered.

She crossed her hands over her heart, then offered her hands to him. He knew what that meant.

Can I help?

She was always so thoughtful.

“It, umm…”

He had to be confident about this, he absolutely had to. He was Roman Torchwick, after all, the fabulous, the famous. He was fearless. He was clever and could get any girl he wanted, even the best of the best that stood in front of him. He could do this.

“Roman Torchwick this is the VPD,” a voice bellowed. Roman closed and opened his eyes.

“Why is it never you?” He asked Neo quietly, who was smirking. She stuck out her tongue.

“Come out with your hands up,” the loud voice continued. “We’ve got you surrounded.”

Neo turned back into Roman.

“Meet you at Forever Fall?” He asked.

Neo nodded and ran off to get caught by the police. Roman pocketed Neo’s scroll and grabbed Melodic Cudger and Hush, the two hooks of which clinked in his grasp.

“Your reputation precedes you, Mr. Torchwick,” he heard as he was halfway out the window in the back. Roman froze and listened. He dared to let his vanity doom him. “But I’m afraid it doesn’t do you justice.”

Roman turned his head.

What was that supposed to mean?

He could see the scene barely, through a gap in one of the distant boarded windows. Neo, in his image of course, stood with her hands in surrender.

“A volatile jokester,” the policeman continued, circling around Neo. “Always has something to remark. Doesn’t seem to want to shut up.” He stopped his spherical pacing and turned on his heel. “Do you know where I got these phrases?”

Neo shook her head.

“Vale Police Department records,” he said. “It’s how they describe you, and it’s how I know you aren’t really in front of me right now, are you Torchwick?”

He felt the panic in his heart, he tried to slip out the window but his forehead met a gun as it cocked with a click.

Their strategy had worked twice already, a disguised Neo getting arrested as Roman fled to a rendezvous location. Neo would use her semblance to escape captivity easily and they would have cheated the system. But it seems the police caught on.

Roman was almost impressed as he bumped shoulders with Neo in the back of the cop car, their weapons confiscated and Neo’s scroll slammed in half by the heel of one of the officers. Their hands were literally tied and Roman might have found a way to fight his way out of this but hey, he had never seen the interior of the Vale Police Department before. He figured it was time for a grand tour of the rathole’s rat hole.

“What’s that?” were the next words out of his mouth twenty minutes later. The VPD building was disappointing. Roman regretted wanting a look inside within a couple steps.

“Semblance inhibitor,” the officer replied, latching a second pair of handcuffs onto Neo’s wrists and only Neo’s wrists. “New tech from Atlas. It drains aura.”

Neo looked at Roman with a flash of panic in her eyes. She was always so confident in her chaos that it was a rare sight to see her scared.

“It’s okay,” he managed softly.

“We’re submitting her for questioning,” the officer continued, nearly interrupted as if Roman hadn’t said anything. “And we’re sending you back to Mistral. Lil’ Miss will be elated to learn that you are alive.”

They began to pull them away along two different hallways.

“No,” Roman said, struggling. “No!”

He lurched for Neo with all his might and caught her lips. That one moment of vulnerability where she tried to keep him with her cost him his better sense as he was very nearly yanked away, only seeing Neo’s face in shock.

“She’s mute, you idiots!” Neo heard Roman exclaim. “She couldn’t answer even if she wanted to. You lay a hand on her and so help me gods I’ll--”

A door slammed shut. Neo didn’t get to hear that last bit.

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Trivia Vanille a.k.a. “Neopolitan”

Height: 4’10”

Age: 19

Prisoner ID Number: 827338

It was the first time in several years that she genuinely smiled in a picture, and it was a mugshot. Although she could see in her file the name that was dead to her, they referred to her verbally only as Neopolitan. The respect made Neo over the moon with happiness, made her almost forget her concern to get out of this without her semblance. The lock on her normal handcuffs were simple enough to pick once she was left alone but the one that shone blue and drained her energy even now would take a bit more creativity.

Roman Torchwick

Height: 5’11”

Age: 27

Prisoner ID Number: 827299

How many times did he have to tell them? He was six foot three. Six. Feet. Three. Inches. They never listened to him and it bothered him that it was on his permanent record that he didn’t measure up to at least six feet. For goodness sake, he was a celebrity. Any dunce on the street knows that he has orange hair, a white jacket, a grey scarf tied around his neck, and dashing emerald eyes. Everyone knows that he gave himself the birthday of October 31st (the mother who abandoned him at the orphanage didn’t care to specify the day that he had an excuse to steal cake) and that he was six foot three. It was on his mugshot and everything. He pleaded until he had two hands on the bars of his temporary holding cell. He was on his knees.

“Lights out.”

He sighed.

“Fine.”

He heard a foot stomp behind him. His cellmate was standing against the barred window that let in only streaks of moonlight, only fractions of nightlife and remnants of an already crumbled world.

He was a quite heavyset man and Roman’s heart skipped a beat. Roman was good in a fight but he wasn’t sure about these odds as he slowly stood up. This guy looked to have the strength of ten men and his arms were crossed.

Descending pink triangles dispelled the illusion and Roman choked a sigh of relief when the burly man turned into the small silhouette of Neo herself. Her hip cocked to the side and Roman knew, although he couldn’t see it, that she was smirking.

Roman rushed forth and hugged her, embraced her desperately like he never had before. He must have really thought they weren’t getting out of this one together.

“How?” he asked when they separated, his eyes searching her moonlit face.

Neo mimed picking a lock but then shook her head. She then mimed smashing her heel into an invisible pair of handcuffs between her two wrists and gave Roman a thumbs up.

“Good to know Atlas technology goes so fancy on design that brute force is the solution to breaking it. Would you like to pick the cell lock or shall I?”

Neo nodded and skipped to do just that, as if that were the easy part. Neo plucked pins from her mess of brown and pink hair and got to work kneeling before the lock and snaking her arms around the other side of the bars. Roman leaned on the bedpost and ignored his actual cellmate, the actual burly, wideset man who was knocked out on the bottom bunk and had a gnarly bruise the resembled Neo’s heeled boots across his face.

“About earlier, I…” Roman hesitated. “I guess I just wanted to apologize if I took you by surprise. It’s something I’ve been wanting to do, don’t get me wrong, I just…”

After several clicks, the door swung open and Neo turned around to face Roman, approaching him. Roman wondered if she had even heard him until she grasped his tied gray scarf and pulled him into her lips. It was all the answer Roman needed as they explored each other’s mouths, Neo slowly backing up and Roman chasing her, walking forward. When she let loose his lips they were out of the cell. She smiled. Roman was absolutely smitten.

She turned into a security guard, one they had seen earlier and she took his hand, Roman giggling under his breath as they fled from the Vale Police Department and into the wild night they had claimed as their own.

The memory became foggy, as it always did. It turned into a million other nights of chaos with him, all melding into a single lifetime that was now deceased. Trivia Vanille once died in the burning rubble of the Vanille Estate and left Neopolitan in her stead, but the moment Neo saw a blinding “X” over Roman’s aura gage a different Neopolitan had emerged. This one wasn’t languishing in her new sense of identity, wasn’t happy beyond belief in her friendship with this Torchwick guy. No, this Neopolitan was in pain, deep soulful, cutthroat, bleeding pain. When she threw a parasol and made her dad bleed she felt nothing. When her parents died because of the dust her dad harbored, she felt free. But when Roman died, she felt grief for the very first time, felt loss and lost in this world that didn’t understand her, would never understand her like he did.

Neo blinked her eyes open.

She liked when her dreams dipped into her memories up until the point where she woke up, where reality reminded her what was past and what was present.

It smelled like blood here. Neo had started to wonder if this is what it was like to be in the womb, gestating, trapped, waiting to be reborn in Salem’s image. The thought made Neo gag. This was the last place she wanted to be, seen as a mere chess piece in Salem’s game. She grew up as a chess piece that had been discarded, then used, then discarded again, like a dirty towel her parents kept forgetting about. What once liberated her was her newfound knowledge that her decisions could be her own but now she was CInder’s helper? beneficiary?

She would have to stomach it until Cinder upheld her end of the deal and got her to Ruby Rose.

Neo pushed against the bed she was assigned and sat up, although she would use the term bed extremely loosely. It was a hunk of red rock and the small room looked like the maw of a Grimm more than anything else. Neo would quantify it to a torture chamber if there wasn’t a small young man literally being tortured a few rooms over. She at least had it better off than him, but that didn’t say much.

Neo steadied her breath and closed her eyes. She thought of him, not the boy who screamed in anguish down the hallway but him. Roman. She thought of his brown, leather slip-on shoes and how much he hated the hassle of tying laces. She thought of his dark grey pants and how they collected around his ankles. She thought of his white coat and remembered tailoring it to his size, remembered thinking of the moment she would surprise him with it. She remembered his gloves and how it felt to be held by those hands. She remember his grey scarf and tried not to think about how it was on her neck instead of his. She tried to think of his piercing green eyes and his pumpkin orange hair, his bowler hat that had a red ribbon and a grey feather. She tried to remember his voice.

She opened her eyes and stood up slowly, pacing towards the illusion she had created, feeling tears sting in her eyes, feeling her heart beat with relief she tried to subdue.

“Neo,” he said softly.

She bawled, tears streaming down her face. She took the hat off her head and put it on her doll. She cupped his face with her hands and found herself missing having to go on her tippy toes like this.

Neo thought she could hold the illusion long enough to at least hug him, to at least derive some comfort from her memories and what her semblance was able to do with them. Yet, the illusion just as soon shattered, crumbling into shards of glass. Neo’s gasp was shaky as she looked down into her palms. Her breaths matched no rhythm and her soul bled as if she had lost him all over again. She looked up.

Cinder.

Her lip quivered. Neo couldn’t help it. Her brow furrowed in anger despite her sadness. The pink and the brown were like flames. And yet Cinder couldn’t even see her hate. No one could see anything of her.

“Salem wants everyone on the bridge,” Cinder said. “Welcome to reality.”

She walked off without a care and Neo fell to her knees, gathering the glass shards. She seethed with anger as she held them delicately in her hands. Her panting increased as balled her hands into fists, not caring in the slightest the sharp pain in her palms or the blood staining her white gloves.

She made a silent promise to Roman then, not to live for herself like she once did but to survive long enough to give Ruby Rose everything she deserved.

[sidespart]

For the made up fic title: Reverse

Cannon AU, Platonic DLAMR + P, ThomasNico

Okay so, AU where Remus is the dominant side of Creativity instead of Roman. Thomas still ended up being an ~online personality~ but his shows are much ‘edgier’, not family friendly and rely a lot on horror, sex jokes and shock humour. He gets criticised for running the same joke into the ground, taking things too far and for having made a load of vines featuring ‘mean’ pranks back in the day. Nevertheless, he still has a cult following with his fans insisting that a lot of his horror stories are really innovative, that he’s actually a very sweet and that he deserves props for having built up an inclusive little community of weirdos. its kind’ve a ‘we’re all freaks here so everyone’s welcome’ vibe.

Remus is still prone to disturbingly violent thoughts, but its less common and easier for Thomas and co to manage since he’s always expressing/working through them safely through his videos. Unlike cannon!Roman he’s not at all bothered about being original or what his audience thinks of him - he just hits Thomas with whatever idea occurs to him, no refining needed. Sometimes genius, sometimes really, really not - fan opinion is divided on whether the inconsistency makes Thomas’ work spicy and exciting or just a mess

Since Roman doesn't have a seat at the table and Remus is more ‘immediate gratification’ guy, this version of Thomas doesn't really have ~Dreams~. He very much living in the moment

To counterpoint that, Logan is even more obsessed with routine and structure than he is in cannon. He (and Janus) are basically driving whatever's left of Thomas’ ambition so he’s the one pushing editing schedules, video quality assurance, trying not to let them get demonetised etc etc Him and Remus argue a lot (similar to how him and Roman do in cannon) and sometimes that can get a bit violent and unpleasant (he can’t fully just ignore Remus in this universe since Ree is a more core part of Thomas) and since Remus doesn't take anything seriously he always moves on quickly whereas Logan is left to sulk

Janus would probably have been introduced to Thomas a lot earlier and has a similar level of influence to Patton (if not more). Janus is the one who rationalises away and doubts about the ~problematic~ nature of some videos as people not understanding their ~vision~. He’s also in charge of preventing Thomas from just blurting out any Remus inspired thought to random people which is e x h a u s t i n g

Patton is more inclined towards his inner child ‘eat an entire plate of candy for dinner’ thoughts than his team dad ‘you need to learn to cook and take care of yourself for the future’ thoughts. Since he has less influence on Thomas than he does in cannon ,Thomas is a much less trusting person and doesn’t have many friends, but the ones he does have Patton is fiercely loyal to.

Virgil is most similar to his cannon version, just a bit spikier. (We know Thomas dealt with cannon Virgil when he was a teenager by having Roman come up with fantasy stories to distract him, in this version it was horror and gore filled stories and Vigil developed a darker presence as a result)

ANYWAY that’s all set up - the plot kicks off when Thomas meets Nico. Thomas doesn’t really do romance or relationships, just casual hook ups and such. So he sees the cute boy, easily heads over to flirt (no anxiety cus there’s no real stakes), Remus gives his a list of extremely explicit pick up lines, Janus wrestles that down saying hey and then.

They get chatting

and THEN.

butterflies in his stomach. And Nico’s not just cute he’s smart and interesting and funny and maybe this could be more then a casual hookup and what the heck he never thinks like this and WHY IS THERE A NEW SIDE DRESSED UP LIKE A DISNEY PRINCE SQUEEING AT HIM ABOUT WHAT FLOWERS HE SHOULD BUY??

So Thomas meets Roman, and suddenly he’s got a head full of fanciful, dreamy romantic thoughts totally distracting him from the sexy zombie sketch he was meant to be writing (which Roman thinks is totally gross anyway)

The others, to put it lightly, are concerned.

Logan and Janus are stressing out about Thomas' career - Roman’s got some ideas which are very much NOT on brand and could end up loosing them followers and therefore income and god he’s almost as loud as Remus but with MORE singing

Remus is NOT happy about suddenly having a big rival for Thomas' attention

Virgil hasn’t had to deal with anxiety relating to romance, what other people think of them, how much people like his ideas ANY OF THIS SHIT THAT THAT PRINCY GUY IS BRINGING  for YEARS he is FREAKING OUT

Patton....Patton is pretty happy to see him actually

CHAOS. Shenanigans. Rivalries. Eventual coming together to help Thomas Get His Man. reconciliation. Roman finally getting attention for this first time in a long long time. Family feels. etc.

[omgrachwrites]

Our Souls Crave This Magic- Chapter Three

Pairing: Prince Caspian x Reader

Summary: All you want is a quiet year of university as you and your best friend, Edmund move to New York City. Though, that all changes when you meet the spoiled trust fund brat, Caspian. College au.

Warnings: fluff, slow burn romance, enemies to lovers

Words: 2463

Disclaimer: This gif doesn’t belong to me,all characters are 18+

A/N: Literally just realised how many side characters I’ll have to put in this bc Narnia characters don’t work hahaha! Also, I know that Caspian’s parents are dead, omg Nathaniel Parker is his dad but in this they’re alive and well! Hope you guys enjoy and let me know what you think, please let me know if you would like to be tagged! I love you all! xxx

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Chapter Three - An Odd Companionship 

You were in heaven, or at least you were as close to heaven as you were ever likely to get as your eyes roamed over all the Halloween themed snacks. There were things that you’d hardly even heard of such as, pumpkin spiced m&ms and chocolate with candy corn in the middle. You loved Halloween, when you were in university in London; you loved to decorate your dorm room, even though 9 times out of 10 you’d be going out to a party. It seemed that Halloween was an even bigger thing over here in America so you knew that you had to decorate your loft apartment.

Glancing behind you, you laughed at the bored look on Edmund’s face; he looked over at you and scowled as he pulled a tongue at you. Lucy, on the other hand looked as excited as you felt, “ooh, marshmallow Oreos,” she grinned and her face lit up, “I should send some over to Susan,” she took a packet off the shelf and threw it into the cart.

Edmund groaned in frustration as he covered his eyes as he trailed behind, “I get why we’re decorating the loft, it’s a tradition and the both of you are obsessed. But, do we really need to buy all of the snacks?”

Ed wasn’t a fan of Halloween. Lucy gasped in horror as she placed her hand over her heart, she was so dramatic, “how can you even say that? These snacks trump the ones in England!” she scoffed at him before wandering down the aisle, intent on grabbing more snacks.

Ed carelessly flung an arm around your shoulders and you smiled up at him, resting your head on his shoulder. Then, your best friend dropped a major bombshell, “Caspian is coming over to help us decorate,” you groaned in frustration, receiving stares from strangers but you didn’t care.

You pinched your temples as annoyance shot through every inch of your body. It was the worst news that you’d heard all day, “jesus, Ed! Why does he have to come over?”

Ed smirked as he looked at you without sympathy, “I think that you’re forgetting, Y/N, just because you don’t like him doesn’t mean I can’t be his friend.”

“He called me a slut,” you pouted as you both caught up with Lucy, you were still sore about that fact.

Ed huffed out a deep laugh, “actually, he didn’t.”

“He didn’t have to, Ed! It was implied.”

Edmund rolled his eyes and lowered his voice so Lucy wouldn’t hear the conversation you were both having, “okay, maybe it was implied but trust me, he didn’t mean it. I think he feels awful about it actually.”

You scoffed as you looked away, wrapping your arms around yourself, he should feel bad, Ed stopped you by placing his hands on your shoulders, worry etched into every corner of his freckled face, “Y/N,” he sighed, biting his lip and you knew that he was trying to find the right words, “please don’t lie to yourself and don’t pretend that you liked Caspian before all that happened. Don’t bring what your dad did into this, Caspian is not the same.”

Edmund’s eyes were so intense and worried that you had to look away, all of the Pevensie siblings were there for you when your dad betrayed your family. And for that, you felt eternally grateful. But, you didn’t want to talk about your dad.

“I can see that you really care about Caspian but I just don’t share your judgement but I suppose for you, I can tolerate him,” you smiled, “even though he is the most insufferable person that I’ve ever met, I hope you know that I would never ask you to choose between Caspian and I,” you would never make your best friend do that.

Edmund laughed as he cupped your cheek, “well that’s a good thing because I really like Caspian,” he smiled when you frowned at him and tilted your head, “you’re my best friend, Y/N, if I had to choose between you and Caspian, I would always choose you.”

You laughed bashfully as you rubbed the back of your neck; you weren’t used to people putting you first. Before you burst into tears like a total loser, you pulled Ed into a hug, inhaling the fresh scent of his aftershave.

Later on that day, you and Lucy entertained yourselves by working your way through some of the Halloween chocolate as you decorated the loft. It had been a long time coming but New York was finally beginning to feel like home. Presumably, Edmund was off somewhere sulking, he wasn’t getting involved with the whole decorating thing but you wanted to go all out. You knew that you’d probably be working on Halloween, but the beauty of college parties was the fact that they seemed to go on all night.

As you were adding fake cobwebs to the corners of the kitchen, there came a quiet knock on the door. Your blood ran cold and you scowled to yourself when Ed answered the door and you heard Caspian’s soft melodic voice. Despite yourself, you peered over your shoulder to look at the handsome man as he grinned at Ed and ran his hands through his thick hair. You were surprised when you noticed that he was wearing a simple white shirt and jeans. You were almost fooled into believing that he was just like everyone else, but you knew the truth.

“Hi, Caspian,” Lucy shouted joyfully and you narrowed your eyes at her as she pulled him into a hug. What a traitor.

“Hey, Lucy,” you could hear the smile in Caspian’s voice and you rolled your eyes, “how are you?”

“I’m good thank you, I’m going to go and decorate the bedrooms, are you alright, Y/N?” you glanced back at Lucy who shot you a meaningful glance as she walked away.

Caspian bit his lip and looked at you from beneath his thick eyelashes, and you noticed that he had the decency to look guilty, “want any help, Y/N?” he muttered and you sighed, remembering the promise that you’d made to Ed.

“Sure, Caspian. You’re on skeleton duty,” you gestured to the plastic bones by the door, “don’t mess it up,” you teased.

Caspian smirked and you had to look away, he was so blindingly handsome in that moment, not that you’d ever admit it, “I’ll try not to.”

The both of you somehow managed to work in harmony for a little while until Caspian halted his movements and out of the corner of your eye, you saw him glance at you. You almost felt the burn of his eyes on your skin.

“Y/N,” he started and when you looked over at him you were surprised to see that his deep brown eyes were soft and a crease was forming in the middle of his forehead, “I owe you an apology; I didn’t mean what I implied the other week. I was in a bad mood, lack of sleep you know.”

You grimaced, it was your fault that he hadn’t got any sleep that night, “right,” you flushed as he walked behind you to grab some tape, the warm spicy scent of his aftershave washing over you, “I’m sorry about that.”

Caspian shrugged, “I think I was jealous too.”

His confession shocked you so much that you gasped and almost toppled off the chair that you were standing on. How was he jealous? “Jealous?” you squeaked.

Caspian’s eyes widened as he realised how it sounded and you  could tell that he was trying to backtrack, “I swear, not in the way you think, it’s just, it’s been a while,” he flushed and you found that it was pretty endearing.

A frown graced your features as surprise wracked through your body, you hated Caspian but you weren’t blind to his attractive looks and mild mannerisms. Most girls would fantasise about him, “seriously?” you raised an eyebrow, “no park avenue princesses’ have won you over?”

Caspian let out a deep laugh that would reduce most people to a puddle, “nope,” he smiled as he picked up a can of silly string, “although I’m flattered that you’re surprised, even if you don’t think much of me.”

Caspian’s voice was teasing but you still kind of felt guilty, if you were being truthful, it wasn’t all that personal because you hated everyone like him, it didn’t matter who they were. People who had too much money and not enough sense got on your nerves.

“Trust me, Caspian I have my reasons for not liking you.”

Caspian touched your elbow gently as he walked past you, “I wish you would tell me what they are, because I know that you’re hiding something, Y/N.”

You wouldn’t open yourself up to Caspian, no matter how many sweet smiles that he shot your way. There was no way that you were going to be allying with your enemy; Hell would have to freeze over first.

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A couple of weeks later, Caspian was sitting in the living room of Edmund’s loft apartment with his text book open on the coffee table. The words in the text book in front of Caspian seemed to swim before his tired eyes, the young man groaned as he rubbed his hands over his face as his head began to throb. He glanced over at Edmund who was fast asleep with his cheek sticking to the paper of his essay with his mouth agape. Caspian chuckled and looked over at the clock; it was a little past 2 in the morning.

Caspian was glad that Ed had suggested that they studied at his apartment, Caspian had had a row with his housemates, they were some of his closest friends but lately, they were pissing him off. Caspian stretched his tired muscles, he needed to finish this essay but they had run out of coffee a little over an hour ago. He stood from the couch, fully intent on grabbing some more coffee when he saw that Y/N’s bedroom light was still on and the door was slightly ajar.

Biting his lip, Caspian decided to ask her if she wanted anything, he’d feel bad if he didn’t at least ask. He swallowed and peeked his head through her open door and he was awe struck with what he saw. Y/N had her back to him and she was painting a beautiful landscape of a castle in ruins, surrounded by mountains and an ocean. It was so hauntingly beautiful.

“Y/N?” he called out softly and she jumped as she was startled and she whipped around to look at him.

“Caspian?”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I was going to go and grab some coffee, do you want anything?”

Her lips parted slightly, like she was surprised that he’d even ask, her eyes were downcast for a second as she fiddled with her fingers. Caspian had never seen such a look on her face before, it seemed that she was in fact, human, “would you mind it if I came with you?”

“Oh!” Caspian exclaimed, gobsmacked that she wanted to go with him but she looked a little upset, maybe she needed a break, “sure, Y/N. Of course.

Y/N smiled tightly at him as she grabbed her distressed leather jacket before following Caspian into the main part of the loft. As soon as she saw the state that Ed was in she giggled, shaking her head. Her laugh was a pretty sound when it wasn’t directed at Caspian’s expense, “someone couldn’t cut it, huh?”

Caspian laughed at the smirk on her pretty face as they walked out into the cold night together, it was an odd companionship, “did you need a break or something? That’s the only reason I can think of as to why you would actually spend time with me willingly,” he teased and Y/N laughed as she bumped her shoulder against his.

“I sure did need a break; my art assignment is really kicking my arse.”

Caspian bit his lip and decided to try his luck, “is that what you were painting. From where I was standing, it looked beautiful.”

Almost at once, Y/N tensed up and her face grew stoic which was a shame, “thank you but um, no that’s something else,” she ran a hand through her messy hair but she didn’t elaborate.

“What was it?” Caspian asked with interest, they were actually having an adult conversation and he didn’t want to stop now.

Y/N scoffed as she gave him the side eye, “nice try, keep dreaming, pretty boy.”

Caspian chuckled as he held up his hands in defence, “can’t blame a guy for trying.”

As they were walking down the dark high street, Caspian internally groaned they ran into a family friend who was leaving a bar, he was completely insufferable. Why the hell was he in a bar in Brooklyn? Michael smirked as he looked from Caspian to Y/N, if Y/N thought that Caspian was an arrogant trust fund baby then he was nothing compared to this guy.

“Hello, Caspian, you’re out late, it definitely looks like you’re slumming it but I never would have believed it,” his lip curled when he noticed Caspian’s NYU jumper and Caspian’s blood boiled in anger. Michael raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Y/N, “at least you’re slumming it with a pretty girl.”

Y/N let out an angry breath as she glared at Michael, “watch it, wanker.”

Michael grimaced, his blue eyes cold and lifeless, “interesting, a mouthy British girl,” he let out a nasty laugh as he patted Caspian’s shoulder. Caspian clenched his jaw, he so wanted to punch Michael in his smarmy face, “make sure you call your mom.”

“Are you alright, Y/N?” Caspian lowered his voice as Michael pushed past them.

She nodded but she looked angry, angrier than Caspian had ever seen here, “what an arsehole. How do you know him?” she gritted her teeth as she glared at Michael’s retreating back.

“Family friend unfortunately, I have to put up with him,” Caspian muttered, distracted when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he sighed in frustration when she saw it was a text from his mum. What the hell was she doing up at this time? Did she have eyes everywhere or something?

‘Just because you haven’t been in touch with me sweetie, doesn’t mean you can get out of the wedding at the end of November, I hope you haven’t forgotten. Evelyn says that she hasn’t heard from you in a while, sort it out, Caspian x’

Caspian scowled as he angrily shoved his phone back into his pocket, talking to Evelyn hadn’t been a part of the deal. Not yet anyway.

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[rowanaelinn]

Okay, so my plan was to write you something from the lucky one universe for your birthday, but getting Covid has derailed my plans just a bit, so here’s my alternative. This is going to be an essay that basically outlines every single thing I love about Illicit Affairs, and why it’s probably my favorite Rowaelin fic of all time.

I knew this fic was going to be good right from the first chapter, the prologue of sorts. The chemistry between them was immediate, and I was so so so frustrated when I found out he was married that I wanted to scream. But… I knew something obviously was going to change cause there’s no way you can deny their connection. And low and behold it did! This is kinda evil of me, but I’m glad she’s dead. Not in the sense that Rowan is now mourning her cause f that, you have a perfectly wonderful woman with you now sir you do not need to be stuck in the past 🙄, but I’ll get to that later.

Also f chaol too, he sucks. But, I’m glad she got rid of him and ended back with Rowan 😁😁😁. As his stud he too 😏. Guilty pleasure trope there, an age gap, only if there’s absolutely no chance of abuse of power or anything. Only healthy relationships, which you have portrayed perfectly!!! I love the way you write them, because even though rowan is twelve years older than her and even though he’s her professor, you have complete trust in him to do the right thing. He’s not a creep or an asshole, and because of that it makes the relationship hot instead of problematic.

Speaking of hot… 🥵 this fic makes me want to combust. Literally I think the smut in this is the hottest smut I’ve ever read. Rowan could step on me and I would thank him. From the moment they almost kissed in the beginning, to when they did kiss in chapter eight, to the bathroom hookup to all the hookups at his house and then chapter twenty three (before they got interrupted of course). Literally, it’s just so so impeccably good and spicy and I don’t even know how else to describe it. I’m obsessed.

Also, I love the way you included Celaena as Aelin’s twin. Now, im not a fan of when people in the fandom try and separate her as two different people in canon, and act like she’s completely apart with two different mates, etc. But this is fanfic and I’m so intrigued by your set up, it provided such an interesting background to explore grief and mourning and moving on from that kind of loss. And it was so unique compared to other fics I’ve seen, not to discount any, but I just love the way you’ve handled those topics. It’s set in the background of a forbidden romance, but it’s so much deeper than that.

And omg I can’t forget about Helia! She’s so adorable, and I love her relationship with Aelin. It’s so realistic, and I love the concern and care Aelin and Rowan have toward making sure she’s comfortable with their relationship and not too confused. Rowan is an excellent father, and Aelin is coming into her own as a mom. ❤️❤️❤️

All I can really say beyond this right now is just thank you. Thank you so much for sharing this fic with us, and please try not to break our hearts too much 😭 (otherwise I’ll never forgive you 😊😂).

Happy birthday!!!!🎊🎉🎁🎈🎂

oh my god morgan it’s 7am and i’m crying😭😭

YOUR FAVOURITE ROWAELIN FIC OF ALL TIME?? THIS IS MY HONOR

I adore every single point you’ve made, and I am so glad you noticed every single little detail I slipped in between the lines to make that fic better 🥺

HELIA IS EVERYONE’S BELOVED AS SHE SHOULD!!! I’m going to do like SJM did for KOA and promise that only one character is 100% sure to survive and it’s Helia, I could never hurt my girl

Thank you so so so much for this Morgan, I reread it at least 6 times before answering and I think I’ll reread it many times more🥺❤️❤️