#so much more than royal [ PROMOS ]

[cosmicflw3rr]

May I put in a request that's kind of like how everyone mentions Dom and his wife whenever there as Livdom promo, but instead its like Livs wife having to see her wife going through the same thing with maybe a little of reassurance and just soft gayness? If not no worries, have a great day

no one else.

liv morgan x fem! reader

summary: you trust liv. you always have. but the fan obsession with her and dominik starts to wear on you—until a quiet night in your shared hotel reminds you where her heart really is.

A/N: i’m not part of the lgbtq+ community myself, so if anything here feels off, please know it wasn’t intentional. i don’t mind writing wlw stories — i actually really enjoy exploring those dynamics and emotions — but i still want to be respectful and get it right. thank you so much for reading and supporting. it really means a lot.

you’d always been proud of liv.

from the moment she got cleared again, the moment she walked through gorilla at the royal rumble with that smirk on her face, from the moment she started her revenge tour, you’d cheered for her louder than anyone. you always had, it was her time.

but no one warned you how weird it would feel watching her pretend to be in love with someone else—even if it was scripted. even if you trusted her with your whole heart.

watching her on screen, week after week, rubbing noises with dominik mysterio, trading glances and saying things that made the crowd roar. it was good TV. hell, it was great tv.

the chemistry was there—undeniable, magnetic, the kind of thing people couldn’t stop talking about. liv and dom. dom and liv. your phone lit up with it constantly. instagram edits, twitter threads, fans dissecting every interview, every line, every little look like it meant more than it did.

and each week when dom and liv were on tv, you’d constantly see the comments.

‘their wives are strong💔’

‘yo they look in love fr’

‘yea I don’t think it’s a act no more, she feeling dominik.’

some of them made you laugh. some you even saved because the edits were that good. you weren’t blind—you saw what the fans saw. liv and dom were magic together.

but no one ever seemed to remember that liv had a wife watching from the sidelines. one who knew how much liv poured into this story, how hard she fought to make people talk again.

and god, did they talk.

they talked about her eyes, the way she smiled when dom said something slick. they slowed down footage like it was evidence, screenshotted moments that were half-second beats between lines, and gave them meaning that didn’t exist.

but the worst part wasn’t the shipping. it wasn’t the edits or the fan cams or the threads that went viral for the wrong reasons. it was the way they made you start questioning things you already knew the answers to.

like whether that look in liv’s eyes was just performance.

like whether she smiled like that when you weren’t around.

like whether she’d still be yours if the story ever did blur the lines too much.

you didn’t want to feel that way. you hated feeling that way. because liv wasn’t just your wife—she was your best friend.

your person. and she’d never given you a reason not to trust her.

but you were human. and humans get insecure.

so you bottled it up. bit your tongue every time someone tagged you in another “liv and dom are endgame” video. smiled through the backstage convos. reminded yourself this was her job. her career.

but that didn’t make it easier.

especially not tonight.

you stood in gorilla, arms folded tight across your chest, watching the monitor as liv and dom walked toward the ring. she looked so confident. electric. he whispered something to her on the ramp, and she laughed—bright and wild and effortless.

it should’ve made you proud.

instead, it twisted a little in your stomach.

until a voice cut through the buzz in your ears, low and kind.

“hey,” she said, nudging your elbow. “you okay?”

you blinked, torn from your thoughts, and looked over at her. marie stood casually, arms crossed like yours, watching the same monitor—but not with the same tension in her jaw. she was calm. you weren’t sure how.

you nodded, maybe a little too quickly. “yeah. just tired.”

marie gave you a look like she didn’t believe you for a second. she’d been through this too—hell, she was still going through it. even after all the chaos between rhea and dom had fizzled out, the internet never really let it go. some part of her had to know what it felt like.

“how do you do it?” you asked suddenly, voice quieter than you meant it to be.

marie turned toward you. “do what?”

you swallowed. “handle it. the comments. the edits. watching dom out there with liv, acting the way they act every week while the world pretends you don’t exist.”

marie’s expression softened. she tilted her head, considering her words before she spoke.

“you remind yourself that you know the truth,” she said.

marie’s eyes flicking back to the monitor for a beat. “y/n, you have to remind yourself that you know the truth,” she said again, firmer this time. “you know who comes home to you. you know who’s there when the cameras cut. i’ve been with dom for twelve years. I know him better than anyone else in the world.”

your heart swelled a little at that. not out of envy—just… something tender. something that understood what it meant to love someone that long and hold space for all the versions of them the world got to see.

you smiled softly. “twelve years?”

marie nodded, almost bashful. “since we were fourteen. i’ve seen every phase of him—before he even wanted to get into wrestling, before the tattoos, before the boos, when he was tagging with rey, the judgment day. this? liv and him? It’s just a story. one with a shelf life.”

you nodded, chewing the inside of your cheek, arms folded tighter now. her words helped. they did. but your eyes still found the monitor again, and there she was—liv, lit up under the lights, locking eyes with dom as they stood in the center of the ring.

she looked perfect.

but there was that gnawing feeling again. that pit in your stomach. It had nothing to do with dom himself. he was a great guy, and you liked him. he was nice to you, kind, respectful.

but it wasn’t about him. It was about the fans. the way they were constantly drawing lines and creating stories that weren’t there. the way they couldn’t respect that liv, had someone who loved her off-screen.

marie shifted slightly, glancing back at the monitor before looking at you again, this time with a softer expression. “how long have you and liv been together?” she asked quietly, as if she could sense the weight of your thoughts.

you paused for a moment, processing the question. “since 2017,” you said, the words coming out slower than you expected. “we got married in 2020.”

you smiled softly at the memory, remembering how it felt to marry her.

the moment you walked down the aisle was still so vivid in your mind. liv, standing there, waiting for you, her bright smile lighting up the venue.

you’d never seen her more beautiful. tears welled in her eyes, but she was smiling through them, her hands trembling just slightly as she reached out to you.

the world had quieted around you two, and in that moment, nothing else existed but the two of you—just as it had always been, just as it would always be.

you knew then that no matter how loud the world got, she was yours. and you were hers.

“you’re her person,” marie said softly, pulling you back to the present. “and no one can change that. not the fans, not the storylines. you are the one she comes home to.”

you nodded, trying to shake the lingering weight in your chest. marie’s words were grounding, and it helped to hear someone who’d been in the trenches too, but the jealousy still gnawed.

it didn’t make sense—it wasn’t about liv. it wasn’t even about dom. it was about the world that seemed to erase you from the narrative.

“you’re right,” you said, taking a deep breath. “i know she’s my wife. and i know she loves me. i just… i don’t know. sometimes i get stuck on all the noise.”

marie smiled softly, her eyes understanding. “we all do. it’s hard to drown out the noise when it’s everywhere. but you know what? you and i, we got lucky.”

“lucky?” you raised an eyebrow, glancing at her with confusion.

“yeah,” she nodded. “we married two amazing people. people who would fight for us, who would always come back to us no matter what the world says. not everyone gets that.”

you smiled at the way she said it, knowing she was right. she had her own struggles, her own moments of doubt—but she had dom, and you had liv. and at the end of the day, that was all that mattered.

before you could answer, the curtain rustled—and just like that, liv and dom walked through gorilla, breathless and still buzzing from the crowd. liv’s eyes found yours instantly.

and god—that smile.

her whole face lit up like she’d been waiting to see you all night. her pace didn’t slow as she made a beeline toward you, pulling her hair tie loose as she walked.

“hey, baby,” she said, voice excited, and without hesitation, she slipped her arm around your waist.

liv tucked herself against you like it was second nature, her arm slung casually around your waist, but the way her fingers grazed your back was soft. intentional.

“you saw it?” she asked, glancing up at you with that glimmer in her eye. she pulled back putting her hands on her hips.

you nodded, a bright smile tugging at your lips. “yeah. you were amazing.”

dom leaned in and gave marie a quick kiss, his hand resting gently on her waist, soft and familiar.

after a moment he pulled away from marie stepping forward with a friendly grin. “hey,” he said, pulling you into a quick, polite hug. “how you been?”

“good,” you smiled, giving him a light pat on the back before stepping away. “you guys killed it out there.”

dom grinned. “thanks. liv’s been on another level lately. makes my job easy.”

you nodded again, holding onto your smile, even though your eyes flicked to liv for just a second

liv leaned into your side a little more, fingers brushing softly against your lower back, like she could feel everything you weren’t saying.

“hi, marie,” she said warmly, offering her a quick hug too. “you look cute tonight.”

marie smiled. “thanks. you guys lit it up out there.”

liv grinned. “crowd was wild.”

dom turned toward marie, gently tugging at her hand. “you wanna hit catering before it gets raided again?”

marie chuckled, nodding. “yeah, i’m starving.”

“alright, we’re gonna hit catering before they run out of anything good,” he said, already tugging her gently toward the hallway. “text me if any of you want anything.”

“we’re good,” liv called after them, still tucked against you. “get your little fruit cups.”

dom flipped her off over his shoulder without turning around, “good seeing you, y/n!”

“you too, dom!” you said back.

they headed off together, voices fading down the hallway as the buzz of backstage moved on around you.

you and liv stayed right there, still close, but not in a way that felt heavy or uncomfortable.

you glanced down at her. “you not hungry?”

she shrugged, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “not really. i kind of just wanna hang with you.”

“alright, i’m all yours,” you said with a soft smile, giving in to the warmth of her presence.

she kissed the corner of your mouth. “wanna go lurk around like gremlins until the show’s over?”

you snorted. “always.”

liv grinned at your answer and tugged your hand, leading you away from gorilla.

you wandered the halls together like you had a million times before—past production crates, stacks of folding chairs, crew members brushing past with clipboards and headsets. it was familiar. easy.

“we’re like roaches,” liv said, grinning as she pulled you down a quieter hallway, where the noise from gorilla faded into a dull hum behind you.

you laughed under your breath. “speak for yourself. i’m more like… a very cute, very charming gremlin.”

liv let out a full laugh at that, bumping her shoulder into yours. “yeah, you are. you’re my favorite gremlin.”

you squeezed her hand, feeling a little lighter with her next to you. she was still in her gear—those leather shorts, in a cropped ‘livin dirty’ merch shirt—and even under the fluorescent hallway lights, she looked like a star.

“you killed it tonight,” you said, glancing over at her. “that promo was insane.”

she gave you a small, bashful smile, like it still meant something when it came from you. “thanks, baby. i felt good out there.”

“you looked good out there too,” you teased lightly.

liv shot you a wink. “you tryna hype me up or you tryna take me back to the hotel already?”

you laughed, bumping her hip with yours. “maybe a little of both.”

liv grinned, squeezing your hand again as you wandered deeper into the maze of the backstage area. there wasn’t really a destination—you were just moving, together, talking about everything and nothing.

“you see priest almost bust his ass coming down the ramp?” liv said suddenly, making you snort.

“no, are you serious?”

“swear to god,” she giggled. “there’s a clip already. someone slowed it down and put music over it.”

you laughed harder, imagining it way too clearly. “i need you to send me that immediately.”

“already did,” she said proudly. “i gotchu.”

you shook your head, smiling despite yourself. you passed by a production crate and liv jumped up to sit on it, swinging her legs like a little kid. you leaned against it beside her, arms brushing.

for a second it felt normal. easy.

but liv was watching you closely now, her smile faltering just a little when you weren’t looking.

you kicked lightly at the crate with the toe of your boot, pretending not to notice, but you could feel her eyes on you. she always could read you better than you could read yourself.

“sooo,” she said after a minute, swinging her legs a little. “what’s the plan after we bust outta here? you wanna get room service? or go out to eat?”

you smiled, looking up at her. “honestly, room service sounds fine. I’m exhausted.”

liv lit up at that, bumping your shoulder again. “you know I saw last night on the menu, they had milkshakes. we can split one like the sickly cute couple we are.”

you laughed. “you just want an excuse to steal most of it.”

“uh, yeah?” she grinned, like it was obvious.

you stayed like that for a second, her legs kicking lightly, you leaning against the crate beside her, the hallway around you mostly empty now. it was quiet, except for the distant rumble of the show still going on.

liv nudged you again, softer this time. “you good?”

you hesitated, chewing your lip for half a second before you answered.

you shook your head lightly, trying to shake off the weight that had settled in your chest, but the knot was still there. “it’s nothing. really, it’s just… i’ll tell you later, okay?” you said, offering her a smile, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes.

liv tilted her head, her brow furrowing as she studied you. “babe, don’t give me that. something’s been off all night.”

you sighed, rubbing the back of your neck. “it’s just… i don’t know. i don’t want to drag you into it right now. can we talk when we get back to the hotel?”

there was a beat of silence, liv’s eyes softening. she could tell you were trying to protect her from whatever was on your mind, but she hated when you kept things from her. she wasn’t some stranger in this—you were a team.

liv reached out, gently cupping your cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin in a comforting motion. “you don’t have to protect me from your shit, babe. we’re a team, remember? so, whatever it is, we’ll figure it out together.”

you swallowed, her words sinking in like a lifeline. the knot in your chest loosened just slightly, but the weight was still there. “i know,” you whispered, looking into her eyes. “it’s just… it feels bigger than it probably is. i don’t want to make it worse.”

her gaze never wavered. “you won’t. not if you let me in. so, whatever it is, we talk about it now, or when we get back to the hotel, but we talk. okay?”

you sighed, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling inside you. “okay,” you said, finally letting go of the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “when we get back.”

you leaned in, your lips meeting liv’s in a soft, lingering kiss. it wasn’t rushed, just a quiet moment between the two of you, grounding you.

when you pulled back, her gaze was still steady on you, and for the first time tonight, you felt like you could breathe a little easier.

before either of you could say anything else, liv’s phone buzzed in her pocket. she pulled away with a sigh, glancing down at the screen. her expression softened as she read the message, and she shot you a look, raising an eyebrow.

“raquel’s asking if we want to hang out in catering,” she said, her voice warm but still laced with concern. “she’s with carlito, dom, and marie.”

you shrugged lightly, the tension still weighing you down but knowing you could use the distraction. “yeah, sure. it’ll be good to get our minds off things.”

liv smiled, the familiar glint of mischief returning to her eyes. “good idea,” she said, slipping her phone back into her pocket before she took your hand, her fingers intertwining with yours. “but don’t think i’m forgetting about our conversation.”

“wouldn’t dream of it,” you replied with a small smirk.

as you both made your way out, the hallways quieter now that most of the action had died down, you felt liv nudge you from behind.

without even thinking, you slowed your pace, and before you knew it, she was hopping onto your back, her arms loosely wrapped around your shoulders.

“i feel like being carried,” she teased softly, her breath warm against your neck.

you chuckled, settling her comfortably, your hands easily finding the familiar spot around her legs to keep her steady. “i’m not your personal chauffeur, you know,” you teased back, though the truth was, you didn’t mind one bit.

“oh, come on,” she said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. “you love it.”

you could feel the smile on her lips against your skin, her arms around you, the sound of her laughter in your ear—helped chase whatever you were feeling away.

“yeah, yeah,” you muttered, but your tone was softer now, more relaxed. “don’t get used to it, though.”

“i’ll try,” she said, but the playful smile in her voice told you she wasn’t planning on listening.

as you both entered catering, the familiar buzz of laughter and chatter filled the air. marie’s gaze met yours from across the room, and the moment she saw you, her eyes softened.

there was something about the way she looked at you—concern, but also understanding. she gave you a comforting smile, her eyes silently asking if you were alright.

you gave her a small nod, trying to brush off the weight of the evening, but you could feel the knot still tight in your chest. marie, as always, seemed to know when something was off.

liv, never missing a beat, slid off your back and stepped toward the table, pulling your chair out for you with a playful grin.

“after you, my lady,” she teased, her voice warm and teasing, completely unaware of the quiet exchange between you and marie.

you shot marie a wink, a silent thanks for understanding, before you took a seat. marie raised an eyebrow, but her smile stayed, giving you a little nod as she took her place nearby.

-

you’re curled up cross-legged on the bed, fresh from the shower, hair still damp at the ends. liv’s “LIV’S FINALLY ON TOP” hoodie swallows you whole, soft and oversized, sleeves slipping past your hands as you flick through channels with the remote.

the glow of the tv paints soft blues across the dark room. there’s a quiet hum in the air — not silence, but the kind that feels calm. expectant.

the bathroom door clicks open, and steam billows out before she steps through it. liv’s hair is wet and messy, her towel looped lazily around her shoulders as she rubs at her curls.

she’s in a cropped white tank and tiny black shorts, glasses perched low on her nose — and she freezes for a second when she spots you in her merch.

she grins.

“ugh,” she says, dragging the towel through her hair again as she walks over. “have i told you how hot it is when you wear my stuff?”

you look over your shoulder at her and smirk. “maybe once or twice. but i don’t mind hearing it again.”

she tosses the towel at the end of the bed and climbs up beside you, legs brushing yours.

she tosses the towel at the end of the bed and climbs up beside you, her leg brushing yours. her knee bumps gently into yours

you reach for the remote and click the tv off. the silence that follows isn’t heavy — but it’s real.

liv glances at you, and you don’t even have to say it. she already knows.

you reach for the remote and click the tv off. the silence that follows isn’t heavy — but it’s real.

liv glances at you, and you don’t even have to say it. she already knows.

“so,” she says, voice gentler now. “you said you wanted to talk?”

you hesitate. swallow. the words feel clumsy in your mouth, too sharp for the softness of this moment.

but she’s looking at you with those big, earnest eyes — the ones that make it impossible to lie.

“yeah,” you say quietly. “it’s just…”

you trail off. liv doesn’t rush you.

after a beat, she shifts, twisting her body to face you fully. she crosses her legs in front of you, knee to knee, and rests her hands lightly on her thighs. her eyes never leave yours.

you take a breath. try again.

“sometimes it’s hard. watching all the stuff. the edits. the comments. people acting like you and dom are…” the words stick in your throat, bitter and stupid, but you force them out. “like you’re something you’re not.”

liv’s expression softens. she doesn’t scoff or make a joke. she just listens.

you swallow again. your fingers twist in the hem of the hoodie.

“and it’s not all fans. i’ve seen some stuff that makes me laugh, honestly. the occasional edit that’s actually kind of good. the tweets, the cute captions, the way some people just… get it. i don’t hate it. not all of it.”

liv’s brows lift slightly, but she doesn’t interrupt.

“it’s just…” your voice lowers, quieter now. “some of them overstep. say things like they know you. or us. or dom. like they’ve decided what this is and who we are without knowing a damn thing. and i know it comes with the job, with who you are. i do. but sometimes it just—it gets to me.”

liv’s hand finds yours in the space between you. grounding.

“i trust you,” you say, eyes flicking back to hers. “i trust you with everything. and i trust dom, too. he’s never made me feel like there was a line he’d cross, never said anything that made me question us. he’s been respectful. always.”

liv’s thumb brushes against your knuckles.

“i know,” she says softly.

“i like him,” you admit. “i really do. he’s good to you. and i get why the fans ship it. i do. i just don’t want it to drown out… this. us. what’s real.”

liv squeezes your hand, gentle but firm, and then lets go only to shift closer.

her knees slide around you, legs folding on either side of your lap as she straddles you, slow and sure — like she’s saying i’m here. right here.

her hands lift to your cheeks, cool fingers against the heat of your skin, and she tilts your face so you have no choice but to look at her.

“hey,” she says softly. “look at me.”

you do — reluctantly at first, but you do.

“there is no one else,” she says, slow and steady like it’s the only thing that matters. “no one i think about when i wake up. no one i miss when i’m on the road. no one who gets under my skin or knows how to calm me down or makes me laugh when i don’t even want to smile.”

her thumb brushes beneath your eye, like she’s memorizing every inch of your face. her expression is so open it makes your throat tighten.

liv leans in a little closer, forehead nearly touching yours, voice barely more than a whisper now.

“you’re it for me,” she says. “no one else even comes close.”

you exhale like you’ve been holding your breath for days. her words hit somewhere deep, quieting that restless ache in your chest.

your hands lift to her waist, holding her gently, thumbs brushing the soft skin just beneath the hem of her tank. her presence is warm, steady, real. and in that moment, all the noise — the edits, the comments, the opinions of people who will never know either of you — it all fades.

“you’re it for me too,” you say, voice a little shaky, but honest. “always have been.”

liv smiles, small but so full of feeling, it nearly undoes you. she leans in and presses her lips to your forehead.

then her hands slide down to cup your jaw, thumbs stroking your skin as she looks at you, gaze soft and a little misty behind her glasses.

“i hate that you even have to question it,” she says. “you’ve never been second to anything. not the fans, not the storylines, not dom. you’re mine. and i’m yours. and nothing about a fake pairing on tv changes that.”

you nod, throat too tight to speak.

“thank you,” you murmur. “for not brushing it off. for not making me feel stupid.”

liv snorts, shaking her head. “you? stupid? please. you could wear a paper bag and still be the hottest person in this room.”

you laugh, a watery sound that slips out before you can help it. liv’s thumbs wipe the tears you didn’t realize had gathered, and then she’s kissing the corners of your eyes, soft and slow, like she’s trying to make the ache disappear with her lips.

liv presses one last kiss to your cheek before pulling back just enough to really look at you, eyes soft and sure. “you’re allowed to feel things, y’know,” she murmurs. “and you never have to apologize for that. not with me.”

you nod again, the weight in your chest loosening with every second she holds you.

she shifts a little in your lap, arms draped around your shoulders now, and her forehead brushes against yours once more.

“now,” she says, voice lighter, teasing creeping back in. “are we gonna sit here getting all misty-eyed, or are you gonna let me force you to watch the greatest cinematic masterpiece of all time?”

you blink, already bracing. “…you don’t mean—”

“chucky time, baby,” she grins, pure menace and mischief, pulling away to grab the remote with a gleam in her eye.



you groan, leaning your head back against the headboard as liv gleefully queues it up. “you’re actually insane,” you mumble, but your arms don’t loosen around her waist. if anything, you pull her closer.

“i prefer cultured,” she says smugly, settling back against you with the remote in hand like it’s a throne and you’re her favorite seat.

“you’ve made me watch this five times already,” you point out, burying your face in her shoulder.

“and we’ll watch it five more. because it’s art. cinema. because charles lee ray is misunderstood.”

you lift your head just enough to give her a flat look. “he’s literally a serial killer trapped in a doll.”

liv shrugs, utterly unbothered. “details.”

she presses play before you can argue, and the eerie, overly dramatic opening score starts up — again — filling the room with cheesy horror magic.

liv wiggles excitedly in your lap like she hasn’t seen it a thousand times, her glasses slipping a little down her nose as she leans forward.

you sigh, defeated, but there’s a smile tugging at the corner of your mouth as you settle your chin on her shoulder.

because honestly? if this is how forever looks — wrapped in her hoodie, wrapped in her arms, watching some cursed little ginger doll wreak havoc while liv quotes every line — you’ll take it.

even if you still think chucky’s a little freak.

[visualtaehyun]

TNP EP.4 language annotations & novel extras ✨

I'm finally back to posting from desktop!! As always, all pronouns are presented in an "I/you" format. Words and expressions that I've previously explained in my EP.1, EP.2 and EP.3 annotations won't be explained again so please refer to those posts if need be 🙂‍↕️

Disclaimer: not a native Thai speaker, I am very much still learning 🙏

Calvin & Nin

Nin: [omitted]/เจ้าชายคาลวิน /#, jao-chaai Calvin/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Calvin: เรา/ท่านชายคณินทร์ /rao, than-chaai Khanin/

- เราเจ้าชายคาลวิน /rao jao-chaai Calvin/ - ยินดีที่ได้รู้จักเจ้าชายคาลวินเช่นกันพ่ะย่ะค่ะ /yin-dee thee dai ruu-jak jaao-chaai Calvin chen gan pha-ya-kha/

Short explanation: Calvin is higher in status than Nin. We even see Nin giving a hint of a bow, actually.

Long explanation: Calvin is a Prince, เจ้าชาย /jao-chaai/, on the same level as Emmaly's four Princes but higher than Nin who is also a Prince, yes, but his title is ท่านชาย /than-chaai/. Some of the promo material actually tried to translate this distinction by adding "His/Her Royal Highness" in front of Nin, Ramil, and Ava's Prince and Princess titles. You can't really compare fictional Emmaly's royal titles with British or Thai or any real life ones, of course, but neither can you divorce the existing terms from their original context. In Thai, they aren't even technically royal titles, they're what you'd call styles - for example, ท่านชาย /than-chaai/ and ท่านหญิง /than-ying/ are styles of address for princes and princesses, respectively, of the หม่อมเจ้า /maawm-jao/ rank which isn't a thing in fictional Emmaly. Ignoring the complexities of real life Thai royal titles and styles, TNP uses the following ones so far (from highest to lower):

เจ้ามหาชีวิต /jao ma-haa chee-wit/ -> King Thipokbowon

เจ้าชาย /jao-chaai/ ♂ / เจ้าหญิง /jao-ying/ ♀ -> Prince Tharin, Prince Rachata, Prince Chana, Prince Wasin, Princess Khunita

ท่านชาย /than-chaai/ ♂ / ท่านหญิง /than-ying/ ♀ -> Prince Khanin, Prince Ramil, Princess Ava

...hence Nin in the trailer saying he intends to become the next เจ้าชาย /jao-chaai/:

เพื่อจะได้เป็นเจ้าชายคนต่อไป /pheuua ja dai bpen jao-chaai khohn dtaaw bpai/

Ava & Nin

Nin: พี่/น้องหญิง /phi, nong ying/

Ava: [omitted]/ท่านพี่ /#, than phi/ + เพคะ /phe-kha/

Last week, I wrongly assumed that these two are the same age, based on how Nin and Ramil speak to each other and also based on how casual Ava's one line directly addressing Nin sounded:

วันนี้ thank you นะ /wan nee thank you na/

I need to rescind that statement though. Nin may be younger than Ramil but Ava is younger than Nin still!

- ท่านพี่คณินทร์ งานใหญ่มากเลยเพคะ /than phi Khanin, ngaan yai maak loei pheh-kha/ - มาน้องหญิง เต้นรำกับพี่น่ะ /maa, nong ying. dten ram gap phi na/

Thipokbowon & Nin

Nin: หลาน/เสด็จปู่ /laan, sa-deht bpuu/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

For most of EP.3, Nin was struggling with how to speak to everyone in the palace and using a default ผม /pom/ for himself regardless of who he spoke to. Now though?

เสด็จปู่ หลานกับคุณชรัณเพียงแค่สนิทกันเท่านั้นพ่ะย่ะค่ะ /sa-deht bpuu, laan gap khun Charan phiiang khaae sa-nit gan thao nan pha-ya-kha/ = Grandfather, I and Khun Charan are merely close [to each other].

Ava & Chana

Ava: หญิง/[?] /ying, #/ + เพคะ /pheh-kha/

Chana: พ่อ/ลูก /por, luuk/

หญิงขอตัวก่อนนะเพคะ /ying khaaw dtuua gaawn na phe-kha/

I was surprised to hear that while her dad addresses her quite affectionately and normally, Ava herself speaks pretty distantly to him here. She isn't calling herself ลูก /luuk/ as we've heard in the trailer and which would sound more familiar. Maybe it's because they clearly don't see eye to eye...

Paytai & Charan

Paytai: [?]/อาจารย์ or คุณชรัณ /#, aa-jaan or khun Charan/ + ครับ /khrap/

Charan: [omitted]/[?] + no particles 🤡 this man, I swear to god 🤌 I'll get back to him later though!

Surprise~ Paytai knows Ran via Morpheus School of Art! I can't wait to see what they kept and what changes they made with these two.

While we're talking about Paytai though: there's this one line where a Bhuchongpisut palace staff addresses Paytai with a choice of particle that had me go Huh?

พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

-> In the novels, Paytai is 'just' the son of the Minister of Defense. But being Ramil's chosen companion affords him a higher status, akin to royalty - I guess it makes him some kind of nobility? That still doesn't explain why he's being addressed with พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/ here though. Hmm.

Ramil & Nin

There's one addendum or change compared to last week. Nin largely omits any 1st pers. pronouns when talking to Ramil but in front of Rachata? Nin once curiously calls himself Nin นิน:

นินต้องขอรบกวนท่านพี่รามิลด้วย /Nin dtawng khaaw rohp-guaan than phi Ramil duay/

Rachata & Nin and Rachata & Ramil

Nin: หลาน/เสด็จลุง /laan, sa-deht loong/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Rachata: ลุง/หลาน /loong, laan/

-> In the novels, Rachata is the youngest among the 4 Princes. Here though, he's clearly older than Tharin at least, considering both Nin and himself refer to him as ลุง /loong/.

Rachata when talking about Nin while he's present:

ขอโทษน้องหรือยัง /khaaw thoht nong reuu yang/

Rachata when talking about Nin while he isn't present:

แกอย่าทำอะไรโง่ ๆ แบบนั้นกับไอ้คณินทร์อีก /gae yaa tham a-rai ngoh ngoh baaep nan gap ai'Khanin eek/ = Don't you do anything dumb like that with/to that damn Khanin again!

Ramil: [?]/เสด็จพ่อ /#, sa-deht por/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Rachata: ฉัน/รามิล /chan, Ramil/ but as he's chastising Ramil and Paytai, we hear that it's actually ฉัน/แก /chan, gae/ (as in the last screenshot ↑)

-> ฉัน /chan/ is an informal 1st pers. pronoun which, in this case, is used by a senior or superior when speaking to a junior or inferior.

-> I've mentioned before that แก /gae/ is the lowest in terms of impolite pronouns that the royals go in the novels. Yes, Thipokbowon also calls his son แก /gae/ but for himself he uses พ่อ /por/ which gives it a familiar vibe. Rachata however? The combination of ฉัน/แก /chan, gae/ is giving authoritarian parent 🥴 (not that we couldn't tell by the blatant abuse...)

-> ฉัน/แก /chan, gae/ is exactly how novel!Rachata speaks to both Ramil and Paytai.

Ran & Nin

Nin's default: ผม/คุณ /pom, khun/

Nin, in public or when Chakri seems to be in hearing distance (?): เรา/คุณ /rao, khun/

Ran's default: กระหม่อม/ฝ่าบาท or ท่านชาย /gra-maawm, faa-baat or than-chaai/ + พ่ะย่ะค่ะ /pha-ya-kha/

Ran, when dropping formalities with Nin: ผม/คุณ /pom, khun/ + ครับ /khrap/

The way Ran kept going back and forth between speech levels drove me crazy while watching. It's really indicative of his internal struggle though - his duty vs. his heart. So instead of this section being endlessly long, I decided to compile (most of it) into a video for a change!

Explanation of my color-coding: - gold = ราชาศัพท์ /raa-chaa-sap/ - red = recurring or important - orange = Nin - blue = Ran

Let's talk about how incredibly high Ran's emotional walls are, shall we? Just last week, New was still getting mad at how cold Ran was while confronted with Nin breaking down--

--and now look at how Ran has to touch Nin to confirm that he's safe and to comfort both him and himself:

He's really come to care (เป็นห่วง /bpen huuang/) so much about Nin! This boy is relentlessly breaking those walls down one brick at a time and I cannot wait to see Ran's true feelings and desires come to light!!

He indulged himself once, admitting to Nin that he cares/worries about him, and that immediately ended in trouble and got them both admonished by the King. And yet he keeps on defying the King: looking into what became of Thatdanai behind the King's back, sharing his findings with Nin before anyone else, trying to keep secrets from the King, allowing himself to be affected by Nin, and his remarks in the gemini painting scene!

The face of a man who's realizing that his favorite dog's leash is slipping his control...

Misc. notes

The gemini painting and how the King and Ran talk about the myth of Pollux and Castor are show originals that I find quite fitting with 1) how they chose to focus on the perceived familial relationship between RanNin since Ran has been raised by the King, and 2) how it evokes the title and this episode's recurring themes:

ถึงแม้จะอยู่เคียงคู่ในฐานะกลุ่มดาว /theung maae ja yuu khiiang khuu nai thaa-na gloom daao/ = Even though [they're] side by side as a constellation of stars, [...]

-> เคียงคู่ /khiiang khuu/ = paired next to/beside [each other] -> TNP's native title: ข้ามฟ้าเคียงเธอ /khaam faa khiiang ter/ = Across the Sky, Beside You or Crossing the Sky [to be] by Your Side

-> ฐานะ /thaa-na/ = status, situation, or position in relation to someone or something -> ในฐานะ /nai thaa-na/ = as [...], in the position/capacity of [...]

In the novels, there is a scene in chapter 22 where Ran delivers a new painting to the palace that the King had commissioned him for. Ran first runs into Paytai who's waiting for Ramil so the scene establishes these two being acquainted with each other as they talk about the painting. It depicts the Garden of Eden so they mention human greed vs. human desire, suffering, love. Upon handing the painting over to Thipokbowon, he doesn't show any reaction beyond appreciating Ran's art:

"Tell me, what were you thinking when you painted this?" "I was just reading a book and came across an article about the Garden of Eden, Your Majesty." It was a truth mixed with a bit of a lie. Charan knew that the kind was just making casual conversation as usual, but because his heart wasn't as untouched as it used to be, he felt more awkward than ever. "It's beautiful. Thank you very much. It really brings this room to life." Fortunately, the elderly man didn't seem to question anything. Thipokbowon appeared satisfied with admiring the art in front of him. And that was the best outcome... in Charan's mind. "If it pleases Your Majesty, I'm happy to serve." The king's conversation continued, and Charan responded, keeping everything as normal as possible. But inside, his mind was drifting, much like someone else.

I previously answered an ask (spoilers ahead!!) about in how far the show's gonna deliver on RanNin's service top x power bottom dynamic. At the time, I was like I dunno man, that's not how I perceived novel!RanNin to begin with. But with this adaptation? 👀 I guess we'll see if it'll play out similarly to the novel after all but in this early stage of their relationship it certainly feels a lot more like service top!Ran and power bottom!Nin than the novels ever did to me (but maybe it's just because their later dynamic is far more present in my mind?).

We got three more cameos this episode:

- influencer, CEO and socialite Aon Somrutai as Lady Aon (หญิงออน /ying Aon/) - songwriter Amp Achariya as a singer - influencer Kati Katiya as a youtuber

And two (!) new OSTs, with the ballroom dance one being sung by P'Amp 🥰 I was overjoyed to see her sing another beautiful song for a ZNN series! While we're on the topic of OSTs: here's Daou and New singing "I trust you" together :>

Expectations for EP.5:

introduction to Jay and Calvin, introduction to Mira

Nin confronting Ran about distancing himself and not doing his duty of protecting and looking after Khanin (which was already part of my expectations last week)

no clue otherwise! I'm not entirely sure where we're at plot-wise so I'm mostly expecting the side couples to get more focus or to possibly get more of a Charan-centric episode, considering we'll get to see him as a professor at Morpheus~

⇒ emblems, territories and royal houses of Emmaly ⇒ royal family of Emmaly + other character bios ⇒ relationship chart ⇒ characters and cast of TNP ⇒ all my TNP posts

[sister-lucifer]

Taken To Another World 

⊹₊⟡⋆A Multifandom Fantasy AU Themed 5K Celebration Writing Challenge⊹₊⟡⋆

Special thanks to @ghostboneswrites2 for inspiring this! 

Interested? Keep reading! 

There will be two prompts for each genre; a pair for fluff, a pair for smut, a pair for angst, and a pair for horror. Each prompt comes with its own criteria, so read carefully! 

How To Participate: 

Reblog this post (for reach! thanks!) 

Pick a prompt (or multiple) 

Write your fic 

Post it and tag me (feel free to send it to me directly if I don’t see it!) 

Use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge 

The fandoms this challenge is open to are as follows: 

Obey Me!, Creepypasta, Marble Hornets, Batman (and all related media), Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure (all parts), and any original characters/universes.

Don’t see your fandom? You’re still free to use these prompts (and please tag me if you do so I can see it,) but it unfortunately will not count as an entry for this challenge!

Rules: 

Feel free to pick multiple prompts, but you cannot enter more than one fic per prompt! 

The fics can be part of your own ongoing series, but they must be able to stand alone as their own piece without the additional context of the series 

Please state which prompt you chose somewhere on your post 

Feel free to cross post your work to another site such as Ao3, but please, do mention that it was part of my challenge 

Anyone can participate in this challenge, however I ask that minors stay away from the NSFW prompts 

You are free to bend the prompts as you wish, there is no mandatory time period or setting 

My inbox and messages are always open if you need to ask questions, consult me, or just want to discuss ideas!

The fics can be Character x Reader, Character x OC, or Character x Character; relationships can be platonic or romantic as you wish

Some prompts are written with pairs in mind; feel free to modify this to fit in as many characters as you’d like. Poly relationships included!

Absolutely NO incest OR pedophilia under any circumstances 

NO AI, NO using other people’s writing, and NO using a piece you’ve already written

Pay attention to the criteria! Prompt 1 will have a required quote, and Prompt 2 will have a required plot point/action

The Deadline is currently undecided. This will be updated soon 

Winners: 

I will choose up to 3 finalists for each prompt.  The finalists will be presented in a poll, and the readers will choose the winner. 

The winner of each prompt will get their own shoutout/promo post including an analysis of what I liked about their fic, & at least 3 fics I recommend from them and why. 

Does all that sound like fun? Good! Here’s your prompts:

Over The River, Through The Woods…

Fluff + Faeries

Prompt 1:  In a fit of rebellion, a naive royal flees from the castle and into the woods. They stumble upon a faerie who, against all they’ve ever been taught, seems rather…kind. 

Necessary Criteria: “Anyone can do a good thing if they try.” / “Well…how often do you try?”

Prompt 2: Fae don’t often leave their villages, except to gather. Unfortunately, one foolish faerie has found themself entangled in a trap left behind by a human hunter. Even worse, the human has returned to see what they’ve caught; although, they seem far more curious than hostile. 

Necessary Criteria: One of the characters teaches the other a new word in their native tongue. 

Magic Begins In Superstition, And Ends In Science…

Angst + Alchemy 

Prompt 1: The job of an alchemist’s apprentice is rarely an easy one. Magic is a fickle mistress, after all. When the apprentice’s companion tries to pull them away from their work, the argument gets heated, until the pressure becomes too much and causes an intense explosion…literally. 

Necessary Criteria: “You’re not even smart enough to understand what I do, and you think you get to tell me when to stop working?!”

Prompt 2: The alchemist’s work is starting to consume them. Blinded by their pursuit of knowledge, they recklessly decide to slip a bit of their newest experimental concoction into their companion’s meal without their knowledge. The alchemist convinces themselves this is all for the greater good, and surely nothing all that bad could happen, but soon comes to regret it. 

Necessary Criteria: A horrible transformation. 

The Tongue May Be Twice As Sharp And Thrice As Lethal As The Blade…

Smut + Swords 

Prompt 1: A rivalry between two swordsman gets a bit out of hand when the pair decide to make a salacious bet over a duel: whoever loses must play submissive to the other, starting from the moment they drop their sword. 

Necessary Criteria: “Don’t think I’ll surrender that easily.” / “Mm, I didn’t think you would…I like it so much more when you’re fiery.”

Prompt 2: A courageous knight rescues a royal from the clutches of peril, and their majesty simply can’t let their hero leave without thoroughly rewarding them for such bravery. 

Necessary Criteria: The pair narrowly avoid being caught in the act. 

Cursed Is The Man Who Dies, But The Evil Done By Him Survives…

Horror + Hexes

Prompt 1: Foolish explorers accidentally wander into a witch’s garden. One of them can’t resist plucking a berry from a bush, not giving it a second thought as they swallow it down, only for the horrific consequences of a curse to start taking form the next day. 

Necessary Criteria: “Please…you have to tell me you know how to make this stop.” 

Prompt 2: While treasure hoarding is generally frowned upon among honorable bounty hunters, some simply can’t kick the habit. This quickly proves to be a terrible mistake, though, as a cursed trinket starts to warp its owner’s mind and plunge them into a darkness that turns them on the one they love most. 

Necessary Criteria: Creative use of an everyday object as a weapon. 

Final Reminders:

Most importantly: Have Fun! 

Make sure to read the rules carefully! 

You’re always free to ask questions! 

Tag me in your entry + use the tag #lucifer’s 5k fantasy challenge! 

Happy Writing, everyone!

(even if you don’t plan to participate, please reblog and share this post so others will see it!)

[cry1ngame]

TELL ME IT'S YOU

Damian Priest

- Second post! Short lil story, Fem pov, cursing, may be a few mistakes I've glossed over, ( not super familiar with Spanish so let me know if I messed that up at all ) - ever since Damian joined Smackdown, I had to write a little something.

You avoided him like the plague after he got drafted to SmackDown. You thought you were in the clear. Judgment Day? Left behind. RAW? In the rearview. Your past challenges? A distant memory. And him? Especially him. Damian Priest. He was more than an afterthought. He had been forgotten by you. But fate, or whatever cosmic joke the universe was playing on you, had other plans. No matter how much distance you put between yourself and the past, you ended up bumping into him. Like an old bad habit. Or a song stuck in your head that you swore you hated, but deep down maybe you didn’t. Because there you were, once again in close quarters on SMACKDOWN with the one man who had a knack for getting under your skin. Just like old times on RAW. You and Damian had history. Not the kind you could neatly sum up in a sentence, either. You’d joined the RAW roster a few months back, full of fire, only to get roped into Judgment Day, Finn Balor’s crumbling faction. A rookie mistake. Literally. You were new, naive, maybe even a little reckless. The details of why you joined? Hazy at best. Maybe you thought aligning with Finn would give you an edge. Maybe you just got caught in the undertow. Either way, it was a decision that painted a giant target on your back.

Enter Damian Priest.

You expected hostility. After all, he and Finn were locked in an intense rivalry, and you? You were just another pawn on Finn’s chessboard. But Damian’s fixation wasn’t about taking you down. No, it was something else entirely. He was convinced you were better than this. That you were wasting your potential in Judgment Day. That you, someone he barely even knew, were capable of more. And that unsettled you. It wasn’t the words themselves that got under your skin, it was how right he was. He saw straight through you. It was frustrating.

"You're not like them," He had told you one night backstage, his voice low enough that only you could hear.

You rolled your eyes, adjusting your wrist tape, pretending like his words didn’t sink in deeper than they actually did. "Wow, Priest. That’s really insightful. Did you figure that out all on your own?”

He smirked, unbothered. "You know what I mean. This whole Judgment Day act? It’s not you. You’re forcing it. Me entiendes?”

You scoffed. "And you’re an expert on me now?"

He leaned in, his lips mere inches from your cheek in a barely-there kiss, close enough to steal the breath from your lungs. "I don’t need to be an expert to know when someone’s faking it.”

That was the problem. He didn’t need to know you to see you.

You thought you’d escaped all of that. That you’d finally found some peace after leaving Judgment Day behind and jumping to SmackDown. That those tangled complicated feelings would stay buried where they belonged. But there he was. Making his way down the aisle, his entrance music blaring, wearing that damn knowing smile like he had the answers to questions you hadn’t even asked yet. You were just in the ring, mid-promo, talking about your determination to win the Royal Rumble. You were fired up. And then he interrupted. Because of course he did! And as much as you wished otherwise, you had a sinking feeling that Damian Priest wasn’t just there to mess with you.

He was there because he still saw you.

You let out a slow breath, rolling your shoulders as you listened to the crowd’s surprised reaction, but you weren’t paying attention to them much. You were too busy glaring at the man walking down the ramp like he owned the place. You shifted your weight, folding your arms as he swiftly climbed into the ring. “You lost, Priest? This isn’t RAW. I was hoping we'd never do this again.”

Damian chuckled, adjusting the collar of his leather jacket. “Nah, I know exactly where I am.” He gestured around the arena. “SmackDown. Your new home. Or well, our new home. Thought I'd come check out your side of the fence.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “Right. Because obviously you don’t have anything better to do.”

He took a step closer, tilting his head. “You tell me. I was back there listening, and I gotta say, you sounded motivated, hermosa."

You narrowed your eyes. “Because I am motivated. It's literally the Royal Rumble.”

“Mhm, I get you.” He nodded, feigning deep thought. “It's, I don't know, interesting. ‘Cause I remember a time when you had your sights set on somethin’ else entirely.”

Your stomach twisted and the crowd cooed. You weren’t going to let him pull you back into the past.

“That was a long time ago,” you said coolly into the mic.

“Como? Was it now? I don't know, it feels like yesterday.” The way he was looking at you made your pulse spike. He had a way of doing that, of making you feel like he was peeling back layers you didn’t even know you had.

“You think you know me so well,” you muttered.

“I do,” he shot back without hesitation. “And that’s what’s got you so pissed off, isn’t it?” Your jaw clenched, but before you could snap back, he continued, “You left Judgment Day because you finally figured it out. You realized you didn’t belong there.” He let the words hang in the air before adding, “But that doesn’t mean you’ve figured out where you do belong.”

Your jaw fell agape.

He leaned in just slightly, the distance between you both threatening to close. “That’s what you’re really fighting for, isn’t it? More than a Rumble win. More than a title shot. You want to prove to yourself that you made the right choice.”

You hated how much he understood. But you weren’t going to let him get the last word. Lifting your chin, you met his gaze head-on you said, “I don’t need your validation, Priest.”

He chuckled, stepping back with his hands up. “Good. ‘Cause I ain't here to give it. I’m here to see if you can back it up.”

Your brow furrowed. “What the hell does that mean?”

His smirk deepened. “It means I ain't goin’ anywhere. I guess we’ll find out if all that motivation you’re talking about is real. Or if you’re still just running.”

"Running from what, damn it?" You threw an arm up dramatically. “Go on, tell me.”

Damian didn’t answer right away. No, that would’ve been taking it easy. Instead, he let the moment hang in the air, stretching the silence just long enough to make you roll your eyes into next week’s Smackdown. Then, with that same smirk, he scratched at his upper lip and let out a deep rumbling chuckle, the kind that sent a shiver straight into your core, though you’d sooner take a chair shot than ever admit that.

“Heh.” He started pacing. “You really that dense?”

“Oh, please,” Your jaw tightened, “Enlighten me, Priest. What exactly am I running from?”

Damian stopped pacing, shaking his head. “You really want me to spell it out for you?”

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t.” You grumbled.

“Alright,” he said, voice low and steady. “You’re not running from Judgment Day. You’re not even running from your past mistakes. You’re running from yourself.”

You forced yourself to hold his gaze. “That’s the best you’ve got? Some dime store fortune cookie psychology?”

“Call it whatever you want, but we both know it’s true.” Damian gestured toward you with a lazy flick of his ringed fingers. “You act like you’ve got it all figured out, like you’ve moved on, but deep down? You’re still trying to prove something. To yourself.”

He picked you apart. You hated that he wasn’t wrong.

“Newsflash, Priest,” You stepped forward, closing the gap between you two again. “Everyone in this business is trying to prove something. It’s called ambition. Maybe you’ve heard of it?”

“Ambition and fear? Two different things.”

You sucked in a breath through your nose. “I’m not afraid.”

Damian raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “No? Then why are you getting so worked up?”

You opened your mouth to fire back - only to realize you didn’t actually have an answer. Fuck him. Fuck his insight, fuck the way he had this irritating habit of making you question yourself. You huffed out a sharp incredulous laugh, because of course he’d say something like that. Because if there was one thing Damian Priest excelled at, besides South of heavin-ing people into oblivion, it was knowing exactly what buttons to press and how hard to press them. You squared your shoulders, refusing to let him see the way his words sent a shockwave through you. But he knew. You knew that he was aware. “You really piss me off. Yet, you wonder why I don't ever give you the time of day.”

“Oh, you give me the time of day, sweetheart. Every single time I walk in a room, you feel it. Just like I do.”

He’s messing with you. He’s just trying to get in your head.

So you did the only logical thing, and dismissed him with a flick of your wrist. “Cute. Real cute. But here’s the thing, Priest, I don’t run from myself. I like who I am right now and I like where I'm headed."

That earned you a full-blown laugh, deep and rich, like he actually enjoyed this ( God, he did ). “Better yet,” Damian began, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip like he was savoring the moment, like he knew exactly what he was about to do to your sanity. His eyes darkened with something unreadable, something dangerous. “How about,” he drawled, voice smooth as sin, “you stop running from me?”

Oh.

Oh, hell no.

Your entire body went rigid, heat creeping up the back of your neck. The crowd’s reaction was instant, a mix of oohs and gasps, like they’d just witnessed someone flip a match into a gasoline pit.

“I- I don’t-” you stammered, internally cursing yourself for it. Stuttering? Really? You were better than this.

“No, c’mon now.” Suddenly, Damian's voice shifted from playful to razor sharp, and you felt a jolt of adrenaline shoot through you. You stepped back instinctively, only to find him stepping forward, closing the distance between you again, even further this time. “You run from me. You just keep on running.” And there you were, caught in a bit of a dilemma. You took another step back, nearly into the ropes behind you, trying to regain some semblance of personal space, but he was having none of it. He placed a hand on your shoulder, the cool metal of his rings pressing through the fabric of your wrestling gear. It was like he was anchoring you in place, and somehow that made the whole thing worse - and also a little thrilling. He leaned in, lowering himself to your eye level, which, considering your height difference, felt like he was towering over you in a very intimate way. “Look me in the eye and tell me it’s really you who wants me to stop,” he demanded, “That it’s really you who wants me to keep my distance. Tell. Me. It’s. You.”

Your mind raced as you felt the heat rise in your cheeks. How could he be so infuriatingly accurate? Damnit, he knew exactly how to handle you, like a skilled musician plucking at the strings of your tension. Deep down, you realized you loved this as much as you "hated" it. It was the thrill of the chase, the magnetism of his confidence. It was all so maddening. Because, if you were honest with yourself, there was a part of you that was undeniably drawn to him, a part that was tired of running.

[samijey]

✨Mansplain Manipulate Manslaughter✨

It's been too long since we've seen Kevin work his manipulative magic as he's pretty much burned through the goodwill of everyone on the roster over the years, so it feels good (but stressful!!!) to see it again. He's failed to beat Cody a number of times now; has an historically bad track record when it comes to title matches at the Royal Rumble; has the threat of a Randy return looming over his shoulder AND sees Roman making quick strides to take back all the power he's lost.

So... he needs back-up AND he needs it fast. Kevin's aware that if he fails again, it will take a lot more than backstage attacks and provocative promos to convince Aldis to give him yet another match - Randy will return with a vengeance and Cody will move on (potentially to RAW full-time) and out of his grasp. So where CAN he get the help he desperately needs? Drew is too volatile, too obsessed with his own personal vendettas, while Seth is still stubbornly holding onto his last shred of 'babyfaceness'... meaning, of course, Kevin has to go back to basics - back to what has worked in the past and thus resort to his original and most susceptible target:

[carte-blanche-if]

demo (WIP) // no patreon. unless you really want to pay me // discord (?)

discover a royal conspiracy, help a prince secure his throne, make questionable contracts with pretty men, befriend or befoe a range of characters, wake up every day and fight for your life (metaphorically. or not?), in Kai's all new interactive fiction, carte blanche!

Welcome to the kingdom of Jeton, where even crown princes can hardly rely on status to protect themselves, supernatural beings are shunned, and the royal court cannot seem to keep a secret for the life of them.

When rumours of a prophecy detailing the kingdom's future downfall escape the castle walls, accusing fingers fly towards Prince Laurence Verity, first in line for the throne. As the people grow wary, tensions in the palace can only rise, with Laurence now thrown into a bout against his younger siblings for his rightful inheritance. For you, a shapeshifter enlisted as a knight in the palace, with a seemingly endless streak of bad luck? It's worse than trying to walk on hot coals.

Really, it's just your luck that the first person to discover your powers is the prince of Jeton himself. However, this is met not with contempt, as you would have initially thought, but with a vicious sort of excitement. Laurence has always been one to seize an opportunity, and to him, that's exactly what you are. Congrats, soldier, you're about to become his newest ace.

customise your main character! choose your gender, pronouns, looks, personality, and skills!!

romance any (or all. i don't judge) of three love interests

uncover various plots, make bad life decisions, and crash out over entirely unhealthy romances!!

Prince Laurence Verity

Your saviour, or your captor? He's enlisted you to aid him in his pursuit of the throne. With morals more off course than a plane flying over the Bermuda triangle, the kingdom's crown prince hides much worse than poison daggers behind his honeyed words. Charming, analytic, and with self preservation instincts stronger than a fucking cockroach, are you sure this is the man you're trusting to lead the kingdom? Really though, it's not like you have a choice, (and Laurence knows that.)

Valentine Fusco

Laurence's personal guard, his right hand man. More commonly referred to as his dog, not only by common folk, but by other palace staff and knights. However, the nickname's not unwarranted. Loyal to a fault, this man would rather throw himself onto a sword than watch someone he cares about be hurt. But once your contract with Laurence is confirmed, you can't help but wonder: just how deep does his devotion truly run?

Keid Ringer

The ever so snarky, entirely infuriating librarian. Too observant for his own good, you fear that every time he looks your way, he's the only person really seeing you. He might not have any surface level connections to the prophecy, but research and investigation is what he does best, and it's only a matter of time before your little operation is uncovered.

(poly routes may be available in the future. i don't know if my coding skills are strong enough for that yet- i have the dynamics all planned out though if anyone's interested so we'll see how we go!!)

NOTE:

THIS IS ENTIRELY A PROMO POST. THE DEMO IS NOT ACTUALLY OUT YET. PLEASE STAY SEATED.

the future demo will be hosted on twine!!

[the-grey-hunt]

i was encouraged for two seconds and now you all get to look at medieval ghost trick—heavily based on the medieval AU by @theriveroflight!

MORE WORDS BELOW THE CUT:

im gonna talk about each outfit specifically because again, someone encouraged me for 2 seconds and i love talking

YOMIEL (and SISSEL): Sissel gets a little medieval hood instead of a plain kerchief, because it's adorable.

Yomiel's outfit is based on this gentleman here, but with a longer doublet to mimic his suit jacket. His red clothes are plain and a common color, but the richness of the color (from an early dye batch) indicates that it's probably a bit expensive, and the rich black collar and blindfold (because sunglasses didn't exist) are also some flashy signifiers of wealth.

The white leather of his shoes and belt would also be pretty showy (even if those white shoes are a bad idea in medieval mud...). I couldn't figure out a way to make the hat work, but I kinda wanted to.

CABANELA: As a knight, Cabanela not only has some flashy white leather for his belt, but he's wearing a full-length chainmail shirt (expensive!) AND a deep black skirted tunic—lots of fabric that would take LOTS of expensive dye. This is conspicuous consumption to the max, showing off his status (indicated by his silver chain and pendant) as a royal knight.

His sword doesn't quite seem to match...as it's not his, but Jowd's old sword, still bearing Jowd's family's crest. Cabanela's outfit is taken from these two 12th/13th c. knights.

LYNNE: A younger and less established knight than Cabanela, she's wearing more common colors (red, blue, yellow) from cheaper dyes, and her armor is based on this 9th/10th c. fellow. Older gear and much less flashy—she has plain brown leather accessories—but she bears the green ribbon favor that shows her commitment to Jowd's case.

Plus, her hose (pants) are a pretty deep blue and her armor is polished. She's taking good care of her handmedown gear and has made a few splurges on clothes! Her sword may not have a crest, but there's still a few jewels set in the hilt, befitting a royal knight.

KAMILA (and MISSILE):

Kamila as a young noblewoman is referenced from this statue of a French queen. Her veil and circlet are typical for medieval women—most wore some kind of hair covering—but her circlet is metal, while most ordinary people would use fabric. I'm very proud of how nice all the gilding turned out. The power of shading!

Her little purse is not only expensive, but a royal favor—it's silk dyed Tyrian purple, a color that was often legally banned for anyone not in the royal family. I imagine it's a gift from her friend, Princess Amelie! Her clothes are pretty plain, light colors for a noblewoman, which is probably a matter of taste and/or youth.

The pose she's in, holding her cloak fastening down so it doesn't pull against her throat, is very common in medieval artwork of the period where this type of sash fastening was common.

Missile is Missile. you can't improve on perfection XD. I have given him a green collar, in a style to match Kamila's fancy gilt belt.

JOWD:

Jowd is dressed in his "prison clothes", this rough brown friar's robe and rope belt that I copied the pose from as well. However, being brought back onto the case as a knight, he's recovered his old green "coat", a very nice garment called a gardcorps. It's a simple green, not too expensive, but it's lined in a contrasting white, showing the care put into its make.

I switched the opening on his gardcorps to the front, rather than the side as in the original illustration, so that the rope belt would be visible because I really liked the belt. It's got most of the "penitent" vibes I was trying to give Jowd. Also, like the friar, he is barefoot (prison does not give one a big clothes budget).

The background shows the city, like the original green-monochrome city skyline from the game's promo images. This city, however, has fewer and smaller lights, indicating the palace and the castle wall—and over the sea, the Viking longships of Sith's country are swarming in! (it's explicitly not longships in the fic I reference, but the Vikings are just too suitable a reference)

[sydsaint]

Appreciate the loml finally winning stuff! 💛

Summary: The reader finds herself working her ass off to help Knight and asks for nothing in return. But after Knight wins the battle royale, he decides that he can't let the reader go unnoticed any longer.

It's late on Friday night and Smackdown is almost over for the night. You are in your office going over your last-minute pitch to make sure that LA Knight gets into the SummerSlam battle royale tomorrow night.

Pearce is sitting at his desk on the other side of the room watching you frantically pour over your pitch one last time.

"Is something funny over there, Adam?" You ask Pearce when you've finally had enough of his barely audible laughing.

"Funny? No, not at all." Pearce snickers and turns back to whatever he's got sitting in front of him. "I just don't think I have ever seen you work this hard." He adds. "What are you even doing over there."

Your nose scrunches in annoyance and you shut your folder of papers. "Nothing you need to worry about. Thanks." You assure him and run a hand through your hair.

"Okay." Pearce chuckles again.

You grit your teeth and decide to take a walk before you end up hitting your fellow GM. Plus a walk might calm your nerves for this last-minute meeting that you managed to get.

You head out of the office and wander around backstage for a while. Since Smackdown is almost over for the night, the place is starting to wind down. You pop by the staging area set up by the guillera just in time for a certain megastar to be out in the ring cutting a promo.

You stand and watch the crowd go wild for every word that comes out of LA Knight's mouth. They drink in his charisma and charm like it's a drug and they're all looking for a fix. You smile to yourself as you're reminded why you've been working your ass off these past few months. Him.

Knight's promo comes to an end and you watch him head up the ramp through the monitor. Once he's out of sight you turn to the curtain and wait for Knight to come through it.

"Well well well, would you listen to the crowd?" You muse when Knight comes through the curtain. "They were eating you up out there."

"Y/N! You watch Knight's exhausted expression switch to his usual flirty one in an instant upon seeing you. "Now what could the beautiful and oh-so generous GM of Smackdown be doing out of her office at this hour?" He asks you with a grin.

You smile to yourself, drinking in Knight's charisma just like all the fans do. "I'm just checking in on my investment, that's all." You tease with a grin.

"Is that all?" Knight chuckles, staring down at you with a look that would bring most women to their knees.

If only you weren't in such a position of power over him. If you were a superstar then the two of you would have been involved a painfully long time ago. But you can't bring yourself to take advantage of Knight like that. Sure, you honestly don't think he'd care much. He's made it clear more than once that he's into you. But other people would. Pearce would be on the phone with the higher-ups in an instant. And you've worked too hard to get this job to let one charming guy ruin that for you. As hot and undeniably charming as he is.

"That's all." You nod in a calm and indifferent tone. "I've got a meeting after the show to pitch getting you into that Battle Royale tomorrow night." You inform him. "So do me a favor and stick around for a bit after the show, yeah?" You ask him.

"Of course." Knight nods. "I'm sure that you'll get the job done, boss. You always do." He grins.

You stifle a laugh and can't resist the urge to make a small quip. "Well, who can resist this face, right?" You joke.

"Amen to that, sweetheart." Knight agrees. "I'll see you after the show darlin'." He winks and heads off toward the locker rooms.

You shake your head as you watch Knight head off. Those broad shoulders of his flexing under the fluorescent lights of the hallway in the most sinful way. You take a moment to clear your head, 'Y/N, no.' You tell yourself.

Back in the office, Pearce is packing up to head back to the hotel for the night. He walks over to your desk before he leaves and offers you a rare smile. "I don't know what you've got planned," Pearce explains. "But whatever it is. Good luck."

"Thank you, Adam." You return his friendly smile.

The time comes for your meeting and you head down to the conference room. You take a breath and step inside where, Hunter, Shawn, and a few other board members are waiting for you. You lock eyes with Shawn and he offers you a subtle smile which is just enough to will you forward into what is got to be the pitch of your life.

A little over an hour later you exit the conference room with a neutral look on for face and disheveled files clutched to your chest. The door closes and you begin making your way back to your office with the same calm look.

You round the corner to your office and find Knight leaning on the wall by the door. He looks up from his phone when he hears your heels clicking down the hall and you find that you can't contain yourself any longer.

"Well? What's the news, gorgeous?" Knight asks you as he puts his phone away.

"I did it!" You exclaim as loud as you can without raising any suspicion with any bystanders that may be listening in.

Knight's excited grin matches yours and you find yourself off your feet and crushed to his chest in a hug before you can get another word in. "Hell Yeah! Knight celebrates. "I knew that you could do it!"

"Awe, it was nothing." You laugh and Knight sets you back on the ground. "Just promise me that you'll win. Because there's no scripted winner for this one." You inform him.

"You can count on me, Y/N." Knight nods as he begins to calm down. "Thank you." He adds. "Seriously, Y/N. I don't know where I'd be or what I'd be doing without you."

You shake your head and bite the inside of your lip. 'God, there's that look again.' You curse yourself silently. The man somehow manages to make you feel like the only woman in the world with one measly look. And it makes your insides melt like butter.

"You'd probably still be in NXT jobbing out to Breakker or Hayes." You manage to push out a joke instead of asking Knight out for a drink.

"Yeah, probably." Knight chuckles. "Can I buy you a drink to say thanks? No strings attached." He offers. "I swear by it. Just a friendly drink."

You bite the inside of your lip again. You hate how badly you want to say yes. Your whole body is screaming at you to just let the man take you home and have his way with you.

"You know I can't," You let out a calm sigh.

"I know." Knight nods. "But I had to try, right?" He winks at you.

You smile at him again. You've lost count of how many times you've turned his various offers down now. And yet, he still always comes back. And he still always asks with the same unrelenting charm, despite the fact that he knows that you're always going to say no.

"Right. I'll see you at the show tomorrow mister mega-star." You turn the knob to your office door. "Don't let me down."

"I'd never dream of it." Knight grins and walks off.

The next afternoon you are backstage for the SummerSlam pay-per-view with Pearce. It comes time for the battle royale and you watch LA Knight make his way past you and through the curtain.

"You've got this." You whisper to yourself as Knight steps through the curtain.

The packed arena all cheer for him as Knight makes his way out to the ring. Goosebumps litter your skin at the sound of people cheering his name. 'This is his night.' You think to yourself. 'He's going to win it.'

Half an hour later and it's down to just two people left in the ring. LA Knight and Sheamus. You stand next to Pearce and stare at the tv monitor with eager anticipation. "Come on. Come on. You can do it." You mumble to yourself.

"What was that, Y/N?" Pearce turns to you.

Annoyed, you turn to Pearce to answer him, but the bell rings as you turn your head. Your gaze snaps back to the monitor as the crowd erupts into cheers so loud you can hear them from backstage.

"Yes! He did it! Yes!" You scream and jump for joy before you even register what you're doing.

"Y/N?" Pearce furrows his brows as he watches you freak out.

You quickly come down from your high and face Pearce. You begin formulating an explanation for your outburst when Knight's voice cuts through all the noise of the crowd.

"I know that I'm probably going to get in trouble for this. But well, I don't really care." Knight retrieves a microphone from the announce desk. "I've got to say thank you real quick. Thank you to all the fans that have been behind me this past year. I appreciate you all. But the truth is, I wouldn't even be here right now if it weren't for a special someone working her ass off to get me here." He preaches to the crowd.

"Oh no." You feel blush creeping up on your face.

"Y/N L/N. I know that the last thing you want right now is a spotlight on you. But damnit, you deserve it! I've seen how hard you've worked to push me to the top, and I can't just stand here and pretend that I did it by myself. So if you could come out here so I ain't standing in this ring alone like an idiot, that'd be great." Knight continues with his speech.

You turn to find Pearce reaching for his phone like you've always known he would. As he takes it out of his pocket you reach for it and snatch it out of his hands. "Not yet, Adam." You feel a jolt of courage surge through you. "You're going to want to wait before you make your call." You hand the phone back to him and step through the curtain.

To your surprise, the crowd cheers as you walk down the ramp and out to the ring. Knight parts the ropes when you make it to the ring and lets you inside.

"Here she is ladies and gentlemen!" Knight introduces you. "The woman that made it all happen. The women that made LA Knight!" He beams at you with a smile so wide it looks like it might hurt.

"Thank you." You smile nervously. "But all I did was pitch some ideas to some cooperate guys. You're the real star." You insist.

Your heart rate picks up when a chant starts echoing through the arena at an almost deafening volume.

Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!

"Well?" Knight holds the microphone away so he's just talking to you. "Is this the day that you finally say yes?" He asks you.

"I think it is." You nod. "You deserve it."

"Darlin', we both deserve it," Knight replies and lets the microphone drop to the mat.

The kiss is just as sweet as you've been imagining it would be. The crowd of thousands all cheering wasn't part of your daydreams. But now you don't think you'd have it any other way.

[livfastdieyoung69]

A LEGEND’S RETURN

(Husband!Randy Orton x Partner!Y/N)

They came at separate times so as to not alarm anyone, including their new, and once again co-workers. A sweatshirt covered their figure and the wrestling gear beneath, a staff uniform hiding their face along with their identity from other wrestlers, young and full of ambition, who wandered the halls.

It was happening. Of course, they had known so for many months prior but to be in the act, every step moving them closer to that one movement of pushing the curtain aside and stepping out onto the platform, music, and pyro, and fans jumping out of their seats, screaming in surprise and disbelief that they were back. Y/N L/N was back.

And for it to be their favorite pay-per-view of the year, besides Wrestlemania, of course, they were so grateful for. But to be able to experience it, side-by-side, with their husband, they would forever be thankful.

Y/N and Randy had met through wrestling, both rising to fame early on in their career in WWE, each known for their methodical attack method on their opponent and their ability to slowly bring their rival to the mat, shoulders down and to the finishing count of one two three, without them even noticing. Considering their same in-ring approach, they were paired together quite often, and in turn forced to spend many hours together.

Their partnership through work turned into a partnership through life, quickly developing deeper, and more passionate than either of the two believed they would ever be able to hold. Though their relationship was known to the public and quite obvious, both were seen as legends- each on their own, and together.

The crowd often shouted for the team to reunite or even just for Y/N in general, seeing as Randy had been in the company for a strong 15 years with no sight of stopping anytime soon but Y/N had unfortunately faced an injury, bad enough to almost threaten their life, and more indefinitely threaten their in ring ability.

But finally, after four years of physical therapy and continuous training, followed up by more training with the hopes of coming back and not having ring rust, they were back into smelly locker rooms so many others had been in before, possibly even them, jumping on their toes and shaking the anticipation from their hands with a energy they had missed for quite some time.

A soft knock rung on the wooden door, barely audible to those in and outside before the wood inched open a foot's width, a shiny, black wrestling boot peaking through before the face of the Legend Killer himself, a look of assurance and excitement set on his face at the sight of his partner back in their wrestling gear after so long.

A grin covered his face while he moved to sit in front of Y/N who continued their pacing, even at the sight of their very sweaty husband, who had just retained his title once again. His match had been shortly after another smaller one which preceded the mens’ Royal Rumble, leading Y/N to the realization that after a short promo, the women’s Royal Rumble would be starting and then finally, coming in at number 13, much like they had done many years before, and the temporary leave of one of WWE’s most loved superstars was forever ended.

Though even Randy’s presence would always, and (most of the time) indefinitely bring a sense of calm to Y/N it didn’t seem to do much at the moment. Their pacing was forced to come to a halt when Randy grabbed a hold of their shoulder, fingers gently feathering over their collarbone. Knowing no words would be able to cure their anxiousness, he pulled them in close with a kiss to the forehead while his hands were quick to find the curve of their lower back.

“What if they don’t remember me?” Though the words were whispered, the tension in them passed through the room as if they were shouted, maybe even screamed with enough intensity to break glass yet no one outside of the perimeters of the milimeteres between the two were able to hear it, muffled by the warm skin and dripping sweat of Randy’s shoulder.

“They were chanting for you last week baby, they know you and they absolutely want you back so don’t even think about that.” His rough but affectionately spoken words were hard to understand as well, neither wanting to end their physical contact. A strangled explanation tried to leave Y/N, but they weren’t able to express their worries so instead let out a frustrated sigh.

“You know they love you. I literally had to compete with the amount of love they had for you when we first got together N/N, I cannot even express to you how much they love you. How much I love you.” After a scoff from the receiving end of such sweet comments, Y/N decided it was time to part ways with their husbands shoulder.

‘Okay, enough with the mushy shit, I have to finish getting ready and then I gotta head to the gorilla.” Uncomfortable at Randy’s declaration of love, just like they always were, they pushed the subject forward much to the disappointment of his love for teasing them. After quickly finishing the final touches of their outfit and waiting in the small, concrete room for a special-made knock on the door from Triple H or Stephanie, two of the only people who knew about Y/N’s return.

Only twenty minutes of conversation seemed like forever, the lovers always able to get lost in each other no matter the circumstances, each of their ability to find joy, and laughter in their soulmate impeccable.

Knock, knock….knock.

Conversation was lost, and the sense of tingling appearing to the tips of fingers. A quick breath sucked into Y/N’s lungs along with a rush of energy and nervousness they had shortly lost.

“Guess it's time then, hm?” Randy’s question broke through the silence that had filled the cement room earning a hum of approvement, the sound echoing into the cold, empty room.

With a push of a door, and their husband following shortly behind, Y/N made their way into the crowded hallway with a confident stride, earning shocked stares because not only was Y/N L/N’s there, but they were in the same building as them, the same hallway as them, only feet away from them, and not only that but, Y/N L/N was in wrestling gear and the crowd was counting down, no other superstars in sight. Y/N L/N’s was back and they were witnessing it, firsthand.

Five!

Another anxious breath left them, tempted to once again start pacing feet away from the curtain that would bring them back into the WWE universe as their hangs began to ring together.

Four!

Y/N spun around, taking a quick look at the many screens and producers, the other superstars staring on in awe, at their husband, and the World Heavyweight Championship belt still around his waist, reminding them of their own success with the unfortunately abandoned Hardcore Title, and the Women's Championship Title.

Three!

At the thought of all of their accomplishments, made in independence and with the love of their life by their side, their small smile turned into a grin, the thought of how much they had longed to be back in the ring and how it was finally happening, their dream for the past four years finally coming true, nightmares of failing their fans and themselves never to return again.

Two!

Randy’s hand wrapped around the back of their neck, roughly pulling a surprised Y/N in for a passionate kiss from behind them, sending the both of them into a playful laughter, a whisper confined to the two of them even in the crowded room leaving Y/N.

“I’m back, baby. I’m back.”

One!

And they can..they can tell us we’re crazy, and we can say, well you haven’t seen anything yet.

The arena had never been louder, not in its 21 years of life, not in football games, not in screaming concerts with fans and musicians louder than life itself, not when Sheamus won his second back-to-back Royal Rumble that night, but for them. Because they were Y/N L/N, and they were back.

i kinda like this one yall ngl and yes i did use the ballad of the sleazy rider for an entrance again its just too good, ALSO this is at the 2013 royal rumble so were just gonna pretend thre was a womens royal rumble then too

also this took me way to long and i have 69 followers teehee

requested by the lovely @thedoveesquire mwah!

i think im gonna close requests for a lil bit and work on the ones i do have and then work on bones body soul and rnd for a lil :/

[willesredlights]

Writing tag game!

Thank you @moonlightfrogsandkisses @enjoythesilentworld @filmspring for tagging me💜💜

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

27

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

231.586 words (I can't believe I wrote all this in not even a year, I don't think I've ever written this much in my life as in the past year)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Only Young Royals atm

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Cake at three in the morning (That one fic that was inspired by that one cake promo video for DUO, will forever stay one of my fave fics I wrote)

2. The truth always comes too late (Still a bit overwhelmed by how many people love this fic)

3. I see you in my fantasy (and now it's real)

4. Hold your gaze on me and I feel like I'm dreaming (This fic really is my baby, I've worked so hard on it and I'm still so so glad with how it turned out)

5. Look at us / Quietly you say my name (a shared fifth place)

6. Do you respond to comments?

I do but I'm not the fastest at it. Just know that when you leave a comment, even though it can take a while for me to reply, every comment makes me smile and giggle and kick my feet and I'll look at it and read it again and again and again, especially if I'm feeling down.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That's probably This is the last time. I guess the title says everything because well...they don't end up together. But I have to say that there is some catharsis in it that makes the last goodbye a little bit more bearable and lighter.

8. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That is A Christmas Challenge. This fic is overall very happy and cute and cozy (with a little bit of side angst). Actually very proud of this fic.

9. Do you get hate on fics?

No

10. Do you write smut?

Well yes, I think I have to say obviously when the majority of my fics are smut (mostly because of kinktober)

11. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I haven't written any crossovers

12. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of

13. Have you ever had a fic translated?

No

14. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

If we count that one fic I wrote with an old friend when we were 14. We never published it though, we just did it through messages. Other than that no but I have to say I would like to do it because it's actually very fun.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

For this one I will have to say The Prophecy. It's the first Young Royals fic I started writing but...I totally lost connection to the plot and the story and I haven't written something for it in months and basically if I decide to continue it I will probably have to rethink the plot. (I actually wanted to delete it because well...I really do not like it anymore)

16. What are your writing strengths?

From what I gathered from comments, I might say writing action scenes, so scenes where a lot is happening. And I think that's because I'm good at building tension. I might say I'm good at worldbuilding too.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

What I struggle with the most when I write is dialogue. I think sometimes I overdo dialogue. Another thing I struggle with is vocabulary and sometimes how I build my sentences. Sometimes I'm searching for a word and I do know there is a word for it in English but I just can't find it. Sometimes I also have the feeling that my sentences don't really flow.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I like it! But it has to be done in a good way. I used to do it when I was still writing in Dutch (years and years ago), I used to write my dialogue in English (when 2 characters spoke English as their main language) (that wasn't very well done lmao)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

If I'm really taking the first fandom I wrote for it was a Belgian band but back then I was still writing on paper and I was around 12-13. The first fics I published on wattpad and Tumblr were for the New Hope Club and The Vamps fandom. (Unfortunately they can still be found but let's forget about the rpf fics) (obviously that was another Tumblr account)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Like I said earlier either Cake at three in the morning or Hold your gaze on me and I feel like I'm dreaming.

I don't know who has done this already but I guess a lot of people already did so I'm just tagging some people (and I'm sorry if you already did it, then you can just ignore this)💜: @jordensgolde @rose-and-clover @bigalockwood @the-impala-is-my-home

[starry-ray]

I just watched John Cena's first heel promo and I won't lie, it was bad lol are WE actually supposed to believe that WE never appreciated him? Sure, there were fans that hated him from idk 2012-2015, but for a majority of his career he was the WWE & fans darling. We can't rewrite history and forget how he was the face of the company for years. Just watch his 2008 royal rumble return.

Idk , he made some good points talking about becoming a toy for the audience, but most of what he said was disingenuous.

Heel Cena doesn't work like Heel Rock does because we all know how much of an ego maniac Dwayne is. From all accounts, irl John is a good guy, so it's not entirely believable.

I think it would've been better if John was in the role Shawn Michaels was with JBL back in the day. Obviously John wouldn't be "poor" but it can be about him being afraid of losing the spotlight, Dwayne is the only way he thinks he can hold on to his past self. Something like this would be a lot more interesting as John would obviously be conflicted the entire time.

Maybe that storyline is played out but I think it would've been better than "You guys never loved me" bs he is saying.

I really hope Cena's heel promos get better and it lives up to the potential that it has.

[bobbybutterfly]

I’m back ya’ll with more art! I had all the characters designed for a while but didn’t get around to posting them. Now I’m going through sort of an art block. I’ve got lots of ideas for stuff but everything I draw is crap. So I thought I should catch up on my other stuff. Like talking about this squirrel design for Apple Jack. Now isn’t she cute!

I really like the colours on the powered up ponies. Though I did give her a different shade of pink I thought suited her better. I also gave her a bolo because southern. These uniforms aren’t supposed to be realistic. More like something they would wear in promo images. Lastly look at the little band I put in her tail. I should do something like that with other squirrels.

I made her a squirrel because they’re farmers and Apple Jack’s personality is farm. Nah. I don’t approve Apple Jack hate. I didn’t think of her all that much, when I watched MLP as a kid. Now as an adult (it feels so weird writing that) I find her relationship with her family quite interesting. She always puts herself last. Probably because she was parentified, by having to take care of Apple Bloom and the farm. One of these days I got to write an Apple Jack / Rainbow Dash fanfic. I think she contrasts well with Rainbow Dash’s selfishness.

In the Squirrel and Hedgehog universe she would be raised very patriotic. She would often be the voice of reason. Though she would butt heads with Pinkie Pie over leaving her family and Fluttershy for not wanting to serve her country.

I don’t know why my ramble about the first character is always so long. Anyways. One of my best designs, Rarity! Originally I wanted to make her a mouse and reserve the weasels for the alicorns. But come on. Rarity deserved all the glam only reserved for high ranking military officers.

She was born into a royal family. Given a high ranking position in military since birth. Rainbow Dash had to earn her high rank through blood sweat and tears. With both of them having quite strong personalities they would of course hate each other. Rarity likes being in the military and bossing animals around. Though she can be a bit too much sometimes, she has a soft spot for mice. She doesn’t see them as her equals, but treats them better than many weasels.

Lastly Twilling Sparkle! My best design. It’s the bangs and eyes. I specially didn’t put any highlights in them. The idea for her came from my IRL friend. She told me Twilight Sparkle should be a lab rat. Technically she’s a lab mouse but the joke still works! Once I get over this drawing problem I might do the honorary seventh members. Sunset Shimmer (probably a fox) and Starlight Glimmer (definitely a hedgehog).

Until now I haven’t thought of how Twilight became a scientist. She probably started as a regular soldier. Then one day they needed a lab assistant. She would prove to be quite good so the scientist decided to teach her the ways.

Now I guess I should mention my idea for this MLP Squirrel and Hedgehog fanfic. Basically the mane six would crash on a deserted island. They would have to throw away all their prejudices to survive. Proving friendship is magic. I should do some research how war prisoners are transported. And some research on military ranks too. I’m not sure who is captured. I thought it would be the weasel side considering there’s a scientist amongst them. But on the other paw how would a group of ordinary soldiers manage to catch such high ranking animals?

If you got any ideas for this story, please write to me.

[loz-furbies]

Oracle of Ages & Seasons Zelda

Nintendo can't make up their mind if the Oracles Link is the same one from ALttP or not and I suppose the same applies to Zelda. Personally I think that sure, let's give ALttP Link more adventures, but if I were to draw a compilation of all individual Zeldas I'd probably make ALttP and Oracles Zeldas separate characters since they have different enough designs. In the end I don't think it matters though and I seriously don't believe Nintendo cares either.

I played Ages first so this is based on her presence in Seasons linked game, not sure how different it is to the Ages counterpart.

Design

Speaking of character design, this is yet another time for me to bitch about the promo art and sprite not matching (fear not this will end soon as we move away from the pixel games). But seriously, why give her cute hair buns in the sprite if you're not going to use them! And more importantly that would be a unique Zelda design at least, because her actual look is one of my least favourites in the franchise. Like sure she's perfectly cute and there's nothing particularly stupid about the design either, but it's just so derivative. This is just the adult OoT Zelda design except in a younger art style and ALttP Zelda's cape. It's not an interesting or memorable look, and it also makes it harder for me to decide if this is a new character or not (and how to draw her). Like looks-wise it's clearly a different girl, but since there's grounds for the Oracle games to be ALttP sequels it's just so confusing.

Alright, moving on!

Character

This time Zelda does get a moment of being a bit more assertive than usual. She's told to stay safe during a crisis, but instead she shouts that she's going anyway and runs off to give a rousing speech to the villagers. But for the most part there's not much to Zelda outside her typical shtick of being the nice princess who gives exposition.

In the end credits we see every character once more, but Zelda's part is just that she looks at the stars alone at her castle while smiling happily, and while she looks cute, I don't get a lot out of that.

Role in the story

Story-wise Zelda doesn't get to do much. She's the one who sent help to foreign lands after she saw a vision of their downfall, so she takes a very active part in that, but it's all offscreen and ultimately her plan to evacuate the oracles doesn't even work. She then comes to visit herself, and her most notable contribution is to encourage the villagers. And sure I can take that, it's set up reasonably well that she becomes a symbol of hope to them (for GBC storytelling standards at least).

In the grand finale she gets kidnapped as usual, this time so that she can be sacrificed to revive Ganon, and there's nothing interesting to that.

Relationships

Aside from the character design, the biggest reason to consider that the Oracle games are not an ALttP sequel is that Zelda doesn't appear to recognise Link at all and introduces herself as if it was the first time they met. I'm willing to chalk this off as video game jank and it's more of an introduction to the player (for example Impa and the animal companions who you meet in both Ages and Seasons also don't appear to recognise Link in the second game you play in a linked game). I think it also makes more sense for Link to be the friend of the royal family since the game starts with him just sauntering to the Triforce unimpeded.

Not that it makes much difference because Zelda and Link don't have much of a relationship, even if Zelda spends most of the game not being kidnapped this time. However the game does end with Zelda giving a little kiss to him (and him getting all lovestruck about it), and I think it's cuter if they have some history together already.

Impa is also in the game, but she and Zelda don't have much to do together outside the standard princess-and-caretaker stuff. Zelda doesn't get any meaningful interaction with Din or Nayru either.

[chosenspare]

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bio.

KINGDOM: Flaezia KING: Valen Evynwod ( deceased ) QUEEN: Aveline Evynwod HEIR: Kaelen Evynwod ( deceased ) SPARE: Lyam Evynwod

CENTURIES AGO Beltran was enslaved. Along with it, the King and Heir of Flaezia fell during the last century. King Valen craved more power than he had. So he aided the Wrrithrches achieve their means. The Wrrithrches newest leader Agnes, gave him false promises. The Heir Kaelen followed his fathers path, to their own destruction. King and son had been consumed by their very allies a hundred years before the fall of Beltran.

King Valen left behind a Queen Aveline. She at first was lost in her grief. Aveline could hardly dare to raise her youngest son Lyam. Lyam was mostly raised by nannies up until he was a teenager. He did not know the truth of his father's and brother's demise, it was a secret that no one in the palace would speak of.

When he was a young man, his mother seemed to become more herself again. She helped rule the kingdom despite being so blasé about it over the years. The Queen urged Lyam to seek whatever power he could, like his father and brother before him. But even then, he can not get the truth about her allies.

Since he was a teenager, Lyam has been back and forth using the portal to travel between worlds. This was his means of escape from the war. However, he received word from one of his kingdom's advisors. One he's familiar with, that his mother had been in cahoots with Wrrithrches. He comes back home.

During this time, the war of Lutaria ended when Beltran was destroyed mysteriously. Rumors spread of a Destroyer.

His mother seemed to have lost all of her senses after the Wrrithrches' demise and sought to bring them back. He saw her in high talks and had known little of the stories of old because he was shielded away. Hearing the rumors of Beltran, he found out the truth. He could not allow the same to happen to his world. Seeing how his kingdom had become without support, he put her away in a tower. Locking her away, he made sure that no one would let her access any more magic. Nor is she to be let out.

The people and the council beg Lyam to take the throne, as he should have done so ages ago. He shouldn't have left it in the hands of his mother. It seems his traveling days are behind him, so the once lone traveller takes up a kingdom and learns what he can of his families history and what actually happened in Beltran in the process.

[plaidpajamallama]

Well, I just got caught up on Raw … LONG POST INCOMING:

Triple H, you bald bitch! Wym Jey once again lost another singles title to the same people he beat for them???? And Gunther won clean???? No Seth cash-in attempt interference??? And that’s why I hope Goldberg music hits next week and all those “real graps” twitter bitches can really cry

I would’ve been more interested in seeing Seth and Jey finally having their feud, and the constant paranoia of a possible Seth cashing in b/c of the briefcase. Would’ve told a much more compelling story than whatever tf they about to have Gunther do, aka sit in catering for 80% of his title reign lol. No shade cos Gunther is a great wrestler, but his personality is so robotic and one dimensional. The man has the personality of a cardboard box, just boring as hell. We ain’t never seeing that title on tv as consistently as we did with Jey. (Hell Seth and Damian had that title on tv more often too) Triple H truly doesn’t know how to book Gunther w/o a title on him, and that’s his fault b/c Gunther been a champ literally 85% of his main roster career. And it’s not lost on me that folks ain’t gone have no problem with Gunther having a title again after he just lost it not even 2 months ago, meanwhile they foam at the mouth whenever Rhea does anything that could get her back to the title scene lol.

Also, where tf is Roman??? Actually, idgaf. You mean to tell me that Seth took your wiseman at mania, stomped yo head in twice at royal rumble, and you still ain’t came back to cause havoc on him, especially with him having the briefcase?? Roman, you can kiss my ass.

Also, Seth fc, I’m sorry! LA Knight popping up and knocking Bron out his socks was crazy! Godspeed to y’all for that feud

And I’m confused with Seth popping up in that Punk/Cena segment … I’m like was that just b/c he’s a menace or will he interfere in that match at NOC?

Proud of Rhea, even if she didn’t win. She tore the house down with the rest of the women, and as always, the women put on a show! Roxanne did her big one with sneaking in at the end for the win! I’m curious where Rhea’s story leads to next. I’m loving seeing her have to scratch and claw and fight. She should’ve been wrestling like this during 2023-2024 title reign, and that’s the main reason I don’t want her back to the title not time soon, even if it is inevitable. *big sigh from the depths of my soul* and this is not to say I never want to see her as champion again! I’m always rooting for her and would love to see her with gold again. However, until triple h learns how to book women’s title reigns properly, he can keep that away from her! (Which is probably going to be never, so I guess we’ll just have to grin and bare it as always when she does get it back)

Look at Iyo, hasn’t wrestled in a month and doing backstage segments. But people have the nerve to say “isn’t Iyo on tv weekly?” Seeing her for 30 seconds of screen time doesn’t benefit her as a champion at all! Like why is nobody checking for her? It doesn’t even have to be a top girl! Hell, can somebody sneak her backstage? Let’s shake things up!

I will say Liv gave a fire promo with Nikki! And Nikki ate her up with that Roxanne dig. However, Idk how to feel about Liv vs Nikki … unless it leads to the Bella Twins vs Liv and Raquel at evolution for the titles. Like either have Liv and Raquel defend those titles or completely get rid of them. Granted, there’s no division due to the releases, but I’m tired of seeing her and Raquel just holding the titles as shiny accessories. And I’m tired of seeing Liv and Raquel doing everything but defend those titles. At this point, just have both of them be singles stars and they can still be a duo.

Speaking of Raquel, I don’t want to see another Rhea/Raquel feud unless they dig back into the NXT bag. Let them actually talk about their history together or don’t give it to me at all. But there’s nothing for them to even beef over, it would really just be a one off fight between those two anyway. Raquel was just out their proving her loyalty to Liv and once again, screwing Rhea over in the process.

Happy that Asuka is returning next week! I wish they would’ve kept her return a surprise with the “???” like it is for the men. I’m like 70% sure it’s going to be Ilja Dragonuv. I’m curious if Damage Ctrl is going to link back up? Like will there be tension between Iyo, Kairi, Asuka and Bayley??? Also, happy that Bayley is back!!!!!!!! Literally screamed so loud when she attacked Becky! And she looked sooo good!!! This feud is bout to eat!

Lastly, I’m tired of this judgment day story so bad. Triple h always waits too long to pull the trigger on certain stories. I’m losing interest real bad in a Dom/Finn feud. I’m interested in a Roxanne/Liv frenemies type of situation. But also, where would that leave Raquel? I think Raquel got in Liv’s good books again with the interference this week, but she still lost, soo I guess we’ll see? I’m tired of seeing all this tension and deceit, yet no action is happening. It’s way past time for them to break up, and now it’s just dragging too long at this point.

I think that’s everything I wanted to talk about lol. I’m sorry for this long post. I just be yapping sometimes, and I just decided to combine everything in one post instead of multiple little posts.

-🌹

Don’t apologize for yapping that’s all this blog really is 😂

I hope Gunther gets his ass beat my Seth’s dog (Bron and Bronson) and lose that title, and I’m gonna watch real grasp twitter lose their minds and I’m just gonna laugh, laugh so hard 😂

The match Jey and Seth had on Raw a while ago was a amazing (I don’t care what anybody says) so I know a feud between them would have been great and interesting, it would’ve been good for both of them even if Seth lost the feud, but now we got whatever we about to get with Gunther 😑

Aye I’m be honest I could care less for Roman right now, I don’t really miss him, i only cared yesterday because him being there could’ve helped Jey retain his championship, but no he’ll be back whenever he pleases and continues his feud with Seth, probably now at NOC to fuck with Seth whatever he ends up doing there.

The groan I let out when I saw LA on my screen, he’s messing with my beautiful red brand I need him to go immediately, I don’t need Seth and LA i’m sorry i don’t, Seth can’t make me care about him.

I really think they just realize they couldn’t just have Seth backstage so they threw him out there so he was on tv, cuz I don’t know what brother was doing.

I think even though current people will lose their jobless minds, I see Rhea winning maybe a SS but surely some time before CJ so she can win the CJ title/ring in Australia, and not just because it’s in Australia but because she deserves to have her name on the list.

Roxanne did do her big one, I wasn’t in love with Roxanne when she first showed up but she’s got me, I’m excited she’s getting this push, I hope they don’t just drop her like they did Lyra when she went to qotr.

I noticed that yesterday! I need them to let Iyo fight, are you telling me everybody backstage doesn’t want a championship? Nobody wants to fight Iyo? It’s Iyo! She better have a match at NOC or before SS, because her first match in months should not be at SS for for her title, I need Triple H to figure out what he wants to do with her, because I need Iyo grasp immediately!

Aye let me get the Bella’s vs Liv and Raquel at evolution, let them folks eat each other up on the mic for weeks before hand, because what I seen of the Bella’s specifically Brie she was clocking everybody, so let me get that at evolution. also I said it before but I think Liv and Raquel would be a great choice for Nikki and Brie’s first match back. Something with the Judgement day and tag titles 😒

I don’t think Triple H would do right with Rhea and Raquel honestly he can just put that toy back.

I’m excited to see Asuka, I never seen her wrestle so I’m excited to see what she does because I always hear such amazing things about her, I remember hearing people say the llja wouldn’t be back until September but if it is him I wouldn’t be upset, that’s my baby ☺️

I’m not the biggest Bayley fan but I’m excited to see her and Becky feud, that shit’s gonna eat.

Man I have no clue what they’re gonna do with this Judgement day thing, Finn in the back being messy, Liv doesn’t Like Roxanne, Roxanna doesn’t really know what she’s doing, Dom just being Dom, and Raquel just there honestly, I haven’t lost interest in Dom and Finn but I’m confused on where they’re going with it.

But that’s all I got thank you for listening to me yapping

[otaku-orochi-okami]

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