#thea don't forget

[zirkkun]

“don’t forget…”

answers. [3]

part 1 part 2 part 3 [here]

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Undertale and Deltarune © Toby Fox Inktale / Ink!Sans by @comyet Thea by @zirkkun kofi! || reblogs appreciated!

[dapper-comedy]

hmm im not allowed to post my poems anymore...

[akai-anna]

the urge to purchase ceramics that i do not need with the money i don't have

i'm shaking in my boots

[tangerinecat655]

im sorry but aftgtwt pisses me off so bad.

like?? what tf did thea do to make yall hate her sm??

i swear ppl act like she preyed on kevin or smth when he was literally the one who felt attraction towards her first.

not only that, but they didn't even start a relationship until they were both legal adults. no flirting or anything was stated to have happened between them until kevin was at least 18, like???

[laurents-laces]

I think sometimes people forget that Kevin and Jean don't end up hating each other in the extra content. They're not even mad at each other in the end. They just have too much complicated history in their relationship so they stay on "neutral terms" and aren't close.

But the funny thing about this is that Kevin and Jeremy are close. They're "mutually adoring", even. And now that we have TSC we know jerejean are going to be a couple. And Jean seems to like Thea. So either kevjean are gonna work things out and become real friends again, or they'll have the world's most awkward meet ups post canon where they talk to each other's partners and not each other.

Personally I feel pretty good about their chances of making up eventually just because I don't know how much awkwardness Jeremy can take before he puts them in a get along t-shirt

[perlen-gold]

Get to know your Mutuals

Hiiii 💞 since I've found so many new lovely mutuals here I've created a little tag game (which as been around for ages) ^///^

This kinda got out of control... uh-oh.

Indulge me, will you? 🤗

What's the origin of your blog's title? It's a quote by Oscar Wilde :D

Favorite Fandoms: Dragon Age, The Silmarillion/The Lord of the Rings,

OTP(s) + shipname: Fenrisxm!Hawke (fenhawke) Melkor x Mairon (angbang) Thor x Loki (thorki)

Favorite color: Purple, purple and purple!

Favorite game: Dragon Age and Fatal Frame x3

Song stuck in your head: Elrond's council (but it's a musical) XDDD by Elf Tale Films on Youtube 😆

Weirdest habit/trait? Oh gosh, I'm made out of NOTHING but weird traits... but I guess the weirdest is that I must correct every spelling/grammar mistake I hear/read in both English and German? (I happen to write maaany typos on my phone so that's really exhausting!) Or that I explain maths even to the most reluctant and math-hating people without their permission and despite their explicit orders to "stop right now!!!"?! Or that I run in gallopping archs like a (crazy) horse around my apartment when writing? Or.... 😭

Hobbies: Writing, belly dancing and playing the violin. Very inexpertly so.

If you work, what's your profession? I wanted to become a professional torturer but my parents said no, so I chose the next best thing and became a teacher.

If you could have any job you wish what would it be? A teacher. (I'm pathetic.) I'd teach Math, English and German literature. (Which I do.) And physics. (Which I don't.)

So sad. Also, living the dreeeeam!!! 🎸🎸🎸

Something you're good at: Losing at MarioKart, being notoriously unpunctual and math. Also, I can read really fast xP

Something you're bad at: Remembering things... or names... or appointments... or anything. Also, sharing or talking about my writing.

Something you excel at: Creating chaos and overworry about my writing. Or anything else, really. Also, I'm a REALLY fast reader! 😜🤪😝

Something you love: Literature, books, my students, my family, my cat, and books and literature! 📚💗

Something you could talk about for hours without off the cuff: Literature/books, Dragon Age, my students, my original novel (with many pauses inbetween since, like I said, I'm also bad at talking about my own writing)

Something you hate: Arrogancy, bullying and olives. Oh, and strawberries.

Something you collect: Books and blunders.

Something you forget: Everything. Except my own name. At least I hope so.

What's your love language? Terrible, ironic, biting sarcasm. And movie/literature quotes.

Favorite movie/show: Alien by Ridley Scott <3

Favorite food: Pizza, ramen and pasta of all kinds x3

Favorite animal: Horses and leopards, roarrr! 🐎🐆

Are you musical? I do play the violin and sing. Having said that, I should add that I'm not very musical, after all...

What were you like as a child? Both shy and bold AND an insufferable know-it-all! 😏

Favorite subject at school? Maths <3 (you may hate me, now)

Least favorite subject? Geography, religious education and PE

What's your best character trait? Er, I'm a good friend in need (at least I think so XD)

What's your worst character trait? Perfectionism??? Oh wait, I think I can express this in a more refined way, let me try that again...

If you could change any detail of your day right now what would it be? If I'd be in charge, you'd be all fucking freezing to death while I frolick happily in the snow and bring another brain concussion upon myself by my clumsy ice-skating skills! Winter would be SO fucking cold and SO magnificent you'd all hate me for it!!! ❄️☃️🥶

If you could travel in time who would you like to meet? Wolfgang Goethe (yes, I omitted the "von", in your face, dude!) and Agatha Christie x3

Recommend one of your favorite fanfics (spread the love!):

In Absentia by AwkwardAnnie (Angbang)

Lunch in Thedas by Kaerwrites (Fenhawke)

Kiss Me Hard Before You Go by TheAngryKimchi (Thorki)

Last but not least, show your favorite fanart of your favorite character(s) (please remember to credit/add links!):

(sorry for the flood!)

Mairon by Krabat

Melkor and Mairon by Krabat

Fenris by raviollies

Fenhawke by Marikdraw (original link does no longer exist ;_;)

✨Tagging @saintstars @gracefallingart @gauntletgirlie @melkor-did-nothing-wrong @sauron-kraut @althanair @privatebooth @just-an-elf-with-the-socks @trash-ainu @winds-of-zephyr416 @barbex @aidanthecryptid @teine-mallaichte @pinkfadespirit @spicywarl0ck @jiangwanyeehaw @booksinwinter @midnottart @maironscrotchlessbreeches @melkorwashere @melkors-defense-attorney @trash-ainuand @elronds-library @teine-mallaichte @thorkidorki @theangrykimchi and @glowing-blue-feathermage ✨

... and everyone else, of course, who feels like playing ❣️

As always, NO PRESSURE, just fun, my friends! <3

[riddles-n-games]

In one of your posts you talked about how the TGG charcters leave a bad taste in your mouth and while some of the TIG charcters were spoiled they still had constant reminders they were human and I agree.

I'd like to talk about Lyra . People love to talk about how much better she is than Avery because "she's focused on family while Avery's focused on puzzles" . When Ave has every right to know answers considering people are trying to kill her left and right and it's not like she stopped caring or even loving Libby throughout the books

People don't talk about how entitled Lyra came off when she first started calling him in brothers Hawthorne , were we supposed to hate Grayson because he asked who this random person who just trauma dumped on him was ?.

Even after she saw him again in TGG I didn't feel bad that Grayson told her to stop calling. Also some people actively forget that Lyra KNEW she was trauma dumping on someone who's gone through a lot .

It also makes a lot more weird that she was kind of flirting with him in The brothers Hawthorne

Ok, first off, you shared a lot of thoughts in the last while and I am happy to be the one you're sharing this with. Respect that a lot. Also, you are telling me people are not respecting my OG girl. Where are these opinions being said so I can go hate and cancel?

Jokes aside, opinion is opinioning as always. I would argue Avery is VERY focused on family. Her loyalty and constant worry for Libby is literally introduced to us within a few pages of her introduction! Heck, her introduction is being with disguised Toby which was someone she offered companionship and cared for despite her own tight situation. She cared for the brothers and tried to get Jameson to get his head out of his ass. Grayson too. She let Nash become her unofficial older brother. She immediately hit it off with Xander and tried offering him support where possible even when he refused it. And despite them sure as heck not deserving it, she even still hangs with Thea and Rebecca. Oh, and didn't she literally try helping Eve before the evidence started turning on her? Basically, that's a huge part of Avery's arc.

Avery only got roped up into the puzzles because that was clearly the only way she was going to get answers in the first place and even so, you can tell that she doesn't always like them. Why else was she so appalled by Jameson's dumbassery after their first kiss? I even wrote a rewrite of that sequence so she would be more pissed with him!

Regarding Lyra, yes, very good point to bring up. Home girl hit him up and of course his reaction is WTF. I can't blame him for that at all. I would have literally blocked and not even answered if I was in his place. I guess from Lyra's perspective, because he was most vulnerable in a sense, she must have chosen Grayson strategically. It's also revealed in TGG she had a crush on him so I definitely think that strengthens the cause. Grayson may not be without faults but this is part of why it's hard to connect with the newer characters in TGG. It's like even though you want to root for them, they keep going and doing something that ruins their chances of being more likeable.

I hope JLB touches more on this for character development.

[aledethanlast]

Jeremy shows up to practice fifteen minutes early and finds Jean in the team lounge. "This is for you," he says.

Jean expects those words, like all the other times he's heard them, to be accompanied with a bright smile and flowers, or chocolate, or a plate of whipped cream to the face—don't worry, revenge was had—but instead finds himself staring at...a note.

White flash card, folded twice, one corner bent back down halfway for no good reason at all, and the memories hit Jean like a racquetto the head. How many of those noted had he been given? Shoved into hands without stopping to look and passed on just as quickly.

Jean is a man of instincts. Reflexes. Ingrained responses so deep the brain need not bother, for the body already knows.

And this note is a cue his body knows too well. One, take the note before anyone can think to come near it. Two, shove it into his pocket before anyone can see. Three, storm down the hall to tell Kevin that he is NOT waiting for 45 minutes again while he agonizes over a two fucking sentence response, and—

The door opens again, San Diego sunlight blinding him as two more teammates come in, and Jean remembers Kevin isn't here. Which means. Which means.

He unfolds the paper too quickly—it would've torn if it had been thinner, but the thick flash card just gets stuck. Typical. Holy shit, typical.

Thea's handwriting is the same precise script as ever (except the lowercase g's for some reason). The letters are smaller than the guidelines, like she didn't know how much space she needed to write everything she wanted to say.

Hi Jean. Kevin says you're doing well. Or rather, Kevin says that Jeremy says. Not that I think Jeremy would lie, but there's only one messenger I've every really trusted, and that's you. I'll be in SD sometime next week. Give me a call.

A phone number is scrawled beneath. No signature. Overall, it takes just over half the card; either she miscalculated or she had more to say but instead chose self censure. Both options are unlike her.

The myriad pieces of Jean's mind read the note, over and over, all slightly out of synch from one another so rather than comprehension he only gets nose.

"Jean?" Jeremy's had on his shoulder, concerned. Jeans hand jerks upwards, sharply, and then he brings it back down as he turns to face Jeremy, pretending he hadn't been this close to stuffing the note in his mouth. "You good, man?"

Good question. Great, even. Jean has a better one. "Who gave you the note?"

Jeremy frowns even harder. It doesn't suit him, brow furrowed like that when he isn't trying to run through a backliner like they're made of tissue paper. "Coach Rhemann came back from Texas this morning, told me Muldani gave it to him. With very specific instructions not to open it. I met Coach, he gave it to me."

Of course. Thea doesn't ask for things; it's the first piece of advice she ever gave him. If you want, and you can, then do it. Forget who might stand in your way; they can only try, same as you.

"Jean?" Jeremy asks again. "What did the note say?"

Thea wanted to pass a message to Jean without Jeremy in the way. Well, maybe fuck what Thea wants. Jean hands him the note. Jeremy skims it, raises a brow. "What does she mean, that she only trusts you?"

His concern, born of meeting Jean back at Abby Winfield's house and fed by the steady trickle of Jean's stories of the Nest, seems momentarily absurd. "The Ravens weren't allowed to date," Jean says simply, as he had many times before. When Jeremy seems to catch on, he nods at the note. "I was their favorite messenger. Well. I was the only one who wouldn't sell them out."

"Why didn't you?"

Because Kevin was his friend. Because Thea deserved better than anything the Nest could ope to give her, much less dare to deny. Because every breath Jean took in protest to that tar pit came filled his lungs just a little bit deeper.

"Because then I got to read Kevin's love letters."

Jeremy's eyes go wide. "Shakespeare?"

"Poe."

Some teammates turn at the sound of their captain's laughter. More turn when they hear him hit the floor. Jean gives them all a plain look.

He takes the note back from Jeremy's twitching fingers—it's best to let him wear himself out on such occasions—and stares at the phone number.

Thea does not ask, she acts. If Thea wants to come down here and see him, then nothing stands in her way.

Except Jean. If he doesn't call, if he doesn't show, he's sure she won't push. She will never call or text or write a note to him again and all he has to do is nothing.

The thought rumbles through the dark halls of his mind that still belong to the Nest, like a freight train pushing forward too much air, pushing, pushing until the wall ahead falls apart from the pressure and—

Sunlight. The lounge door is open again. More teammates, almost late, confused by their laughing captain.

Jean takes out his cell.

[thealogie]

thea have you ever written fanfic

yes of course. my greatest pleasure in life is writing fic on the Scrievener app on my phone and then forgetting i wrote it and then discovery it a year or two later. i'm like "wow she really knew what i'd like to read"

My only published one (that isn't from like 12 years ago and on an account I don't even remember) is my mash manifesto. i wrote her in one fevered sitting and it shows, but i stand by her.

[solemn-marauders]

Personal Sebastian Sallow Headcanons (pt. 1/?)

◆ He's an October Scorpio - The characteristics line up so well and I really like the idea of him being one of the older students in his class ◆ Is the younger twin - Anne never lets him forget it. ◆ Sebastian's looks favor his father's - This plays a role in Solomon's hostility towards him. ◆ He’s Scottish and was born and raised either in New Towne Edinburgh or on the outskirts - Edinburgh in the 1800s was a foul place to live, at least in the city center, Old Towne. - I see his parents being drawn to Edinburgh. It has such a vast history and holds a lot of knowledge, but they knew they wanted to start a family and decided to settle down away from the city proper. - I don't see them having a grand mansion, more so a comfortable townhome ◆ His parents are published authors - The funds from this is what allowed them buy property in New Towne. - They left a modest inheritance to the twins that they will receive when they turn 17. ◆ After their deaths, Solomon sold the house and most of the items within to gather money to afford to care for two children. - Sebastian and Anne were able to stow away some of the parents' belongs, such as; their favorite books, jewelry, pocket watch, photo albums, and letters. ◆ His parents have portraits at Hogwarts - After the portrait versions of themselves learned of their real-life deaths, they asked to be stowed away when it came time for Sebastian and Anne to attend Hogwarts to avoid a possible unhealthy fixation on the paintings. (Imagine a scenario similar to when Harry found the Mirror of Erised and visited it every night to stare into it.) ◆ He's a virgin - Since I've given them an October birthday, the Sallow twins were 14 when Anne was cursed the summer before their 4th year. After she was cursed, the entirety of his focus and drive went into Anne and finding a cure. The only exceptions to this, pre-5th year, were his academic studies and his friendship with Ominis. - In his 3rd year, a 5th year girl took an interest in Sebastian and propositioned him to teach him the ways of physical pleasure. She was pretty, older, and he liked the attention. She thought he was cute and liked the idea of being the one in control. He was 14, she was 16. It never went past oral though. - Sebastian didn't like the idea of "ruining" (using era-accurate verbiage here) a girl because he would kill anyone who did that to Anne. - The 5th year girl played a role in giving him the confidence (charm, flirtation, etc.) we experience later. This led him to snogging other girls while in his 3rd year, but only those in years above him. He cringed at the thought of Anne hearing firsthand about his escapades from someone in their own year. - He had his first kiss at the age of 12 though. A traveling merchant's daughter who was the same age and visited Feldcroft for a few days before moving on to the next town. It was extremely awkward but also adorable. - Sebastian is canonically very well-read. That does not exclude literature on the topic of intercourse just because he's a virgin. He's read everything he's been able to find and has his own hidden copy of the Kama Sutra stashed away. ◆ He's naturally athletic - Working in the Feldcroft fields while growing up has kept him healthy and in-shape. Being an avid dueler has also helped. - He tried out for the Quidditch team his 2nd and 3rd years, but lost out to older students. He had planned to try again, but Anne's curse changed everything. ◆ He becomes a Beater for the Slytherin team his 6th year - You cannot tell me that this man doesn't become more broad and muscled as he grows. With shoulders and arms like that, his competitiveness/prowess, and his desire to impress Thea (MC), he becomes one of the best Beaters Hogwarts has ever seen.

[reyreadersblog]

REBECCA LAUGHLIN RANT:

I don't get the Rebecca Laughlin hate at all, i mean i get it if you're still on the first book, but if you have finished the whole trilogy and you still hate her then you don't understand her character at all. She started off..not really good and trustworthy, she made mistakes, BUT Bex had a great character development through the series, you have to understand how deep and overlooked her trauma is, like ms.girl NEVER in her life ever had what she wanted, it was always about what Emily wanted, she was never visible, Rebecca had always hid behind Emily's back (not in a good way) and had been overshadowed by her manipulative, b*tch sister, her parents never appreciated her or paid attention to her, they were like "Em has a heart condition, treat her right and do whatever she wants" TF??

Remember that one time Bex said something like "Emily liked me, as long as i did what she wanted and didn't get in her way"...and even tho Emily was such a terrible sister to her, she still loved her, still cared about her, still blamed herself for Emily's death.

Her own mother chose a girl with her dead daughter's face over her💀.

Also are we forgetting the fact that she begged Thea to not cover up for Emily? And Thea still did. Like the girl she loved the most still chose her sister over her.

And as if that wasn't enough trauma Eve appears in the final book, just imagine the pain she'd feel seeing girl with her dead sister's face.

The fact that she forgave Thea for her behavour says how anazing of a person she is.

She may have done some minor mistakes, but overall she is one of the underrated and sweet character. And she's, minus Max and Xander, closest person to a friend Ave ever had.

[zirkkun]

“don’t forget…”

answers. [2]

part 1 part 2 [here] part 3

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Undertale and Deltarune © Toby Fox Inktale / Ink!Sans by @comyet Thea, Hope!Asriel, and Dream!Chara by @zirkkun kofi! || reblogs appreciated!

[marigoldbaker]

i can talk about my ocs if i want this is a lawless land. picking songs for them to sing at karaoke night, under the cut

marigold sings pat benatar's "hit me with your best shot" because it's one of thea's favorite songs <3 and she has a lot of fun with brassy upbeat 80s vocals!! bold singin' words from a girl who CANNOT take a punch. very bouncy. tries to mime the guitar solo and forgets she's holding the mic and may have actually caused some damage to the system. thea will pay for it later it's fine

all are expecting evie to sing something weird or overtly sexual but she sings kirsty maccoll's "they don't know" very very earnestly. there is something extremely heartbreaking about how much love she sings it with, and who she's thinking of.

norie did not want to sing. is not going to sing. was pushed into singing by roslin who picked the song for her and it's kate bush's "wuthering heights," which she is really mad about because she actually does love the song, so the entire time she's just going >:( while mumble-singing into the microphone. least fun to watch UNLESS you're roslin, who thinks this is adorable.

roslin (who WOULD be a directioner in any situation where karaoke is a viable option) sings one direction's "best song ever" and then tries to transition towards performing the entire discography of one direction until norie (professional boy band hater) runs up and gets into a small fight with her trying to take the microphone away. both of them are probably pretty drunk by now so no one's winning. thea has to break it up

wrote one thing for thea but reconsidered im coming back to this one. sings bruce springsteen's "cover me" and knocks it out of the park. does not have a good singing voice but when you're a rough and tumble butch mom in your fifties you don't need one to do a lethal springsteen cover.

[lyrakanefanaticwriting]

i saw your post saying you wanted ff requests, and i don't know if this is specific enough for you, if it's not, thats fine and you don't have to do it, but i'd love for you to write an averyjameson fic where avery has a panic attack during an event of some sorts (any reason; reminders of the shooting, etc), and jamie finds her in an empty hallway and comforts her with like forehead kisses and by whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

OOOOO OKAYY (and dw it’s specific enough 💗💗)

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I patted down my dress, hoping to make the time pass by faster. As a result of Jamesons brushes with the law, Alisa dragged us to another fancy party to clear the air around us. The only thing was that tomorrow would mark the official day that my mom died. I wanted to get it off my mind, but it never would. That day will probably haunt me till the day I die. And having to fake smiles, engage in small talk, and pretend like I belong here just makes everything more difficult. I held in a breath as Grayson, Jameson, Nash, and another rich family that Tobias was associated with walked towards me. I forced a smile.

“Hello, Mr and Mrs. Beaumont. How are you enjoying the party so far?” I asked, morphing my face into something pleasant. The truth was, I hadn’t told Jameson that tomorrow marked the day that my mom had died because I wanted to get it off my mind. But now I sort of wished I had somebody who understood what was going on, somebody like Jameson. Mr. Beaumont flashed me a winning smile.

“It’s quite the party, Ms. Grambs. I love the venue, very nice and old fashioned.” He said, smiling. I smiled back.

“Alisa wanted this place to have a cozy, yet elegant feel. I suggested it myself.” Nash said, tipping his hat. I caught Jamesons eye and immediately his smile turned into a frown. I wondered if he could really read the sadness on my face that well, when nobody else had seemed to notice. Is everything okay? He asked with his eyes. I looked away, swallowing. It felt horrible to push Jameson out, but honestly I just wanted to be alone right now. And I can’t tell him what’s going on anyway, with the Beaumonts in front of us. Mrs. Beaumont smiles, her eyes shimmering.

“So, I heard you’re creating a Game, Ms. Grambs?” She asks me. I nod.

“Yes. It involves 7 contestants from all around the world who have a chance to receive millions of dollars, if they can complete and win The Game. It’ll be mostly riddles, puzzles, and games that require your brain power. Me and the Hawthornes, as well as Rebecca and Thea, will be supplying the riddles and puzzles.” I respond. Her smiles widens.

“Well, aren’t you a smart girl? Thinking up riddles all on your own. Your mother must be so proud. I wish I had a girl, but instead I have 3 little boys who wreak havoc on each other.” She said with a laugh. She keeps talking about The Game, but all other conversation fades into background noise as my breathing stops. Your mother must be so proud. Was she proud, my mother? I didn’t know anymore. Because I didn’t know my mother anymore. I was starting to forget her belief in me, her love for me, her laugh, and that fills me up with an emptiness that nothing else ever could. Feeling the tears threaten to burst from my eyes, I butt into Graysons and Mr. Beaumonts conversation.

“I’m sorry, but I have to use the washroom, If you’ll excuse me.” I say, before turning and walking towards the hall. But as tears start to shine my eyes, my walk turns into a run, and suddenly I’m sprinting down the venue towards the exit. I speed past Libby, who’s giving me a wide eyed look and calling out my name, but I didn’t care. I needed to be away from all of this, because it was killing me. I shoved the doors open, gasping as the tears start sliding down my cheeks. I run into an empty hallway and spot a table, with a large white tablecloth blocking the legs of it. I duck under it and sit there, the tablecloth blocking anybody’s view of me, and sob into my knees. The hall was empty, but I still tried my best to cry as quietly as possible. After about 30 seconds of sobbing, I heard footsteps coming into the hall. I sucked in a breath as I tried to stay as quiet as I could, while also listening to see who it was. There wasn’t a voice, but from close to me I could hear a sigh, and immediately recognized it. Jameson. He walks closer, his footsteps getting louder. Suddenly, a breath catches in my throat and I sniff without meaning to. The footsteps stop, and then get way louder. Then, a hand yanks the table cloth up, and Jameson crawls under the table to sit next to me. He doesn’t put a hand around my waist, or kiss me, but instead speaks.

“Y’know, Heiress, we’re probably gonna have to go to another dinner party because of the drama that you sparked at this one.” He said, his voice joking. I didn’t say anything, but the sound of his voice was still comforting, so I soaked it in. Then, he turned to me, a serious look in his eyes.

“Your mother is proud of you. I can’t think of a reason she wouldn’t be.” He said. I turned to look at him, the eye contact making my stomach twist, and tears started to shine my eyes again.

“I just can’t stop wondering if I’m doing it all right. Or if I’m disappointing her or not.” I say, looking down at my knees. Then, I feel his arm slide around my waist, and the touch is so comforting I sigh.

“Of course you’re doing it right. You’re living your life, flying around the world and visiting all the places that you and her had planned to go. You donated almost all of the money you inherited to an amazing cause, became the world’s youngest philanthropist, and fell in love with an extremely handsome man.” He says, the ends of his lips tilting up at the last part. I smile myself, choking out a sob-laugh. His smile vanishes as he takes my face in his hands and kisses the tears off it. Each kiss feels like a balm on open wounds, and I was starting to regret not telling him about my mother’s death date being tomorrow earlier. When he’s done kissing my tears, he stares into my eyes, with so much love in his own I shiver.

“If your mother were around today, all she would be able to talk about is how proud you make her, Avery Kylie Grambs. Never forget that.” He whispered, his voice intense. I wiped my eyes with a smile and held his hand, before bringing my face close to his and kissing his forehead.

“I’ll try not to, Jameson Winchester Hawthorne.” I whispered back, using his full name just like how he had used mine. He grinned at me and brought his lips close to mine. I gave a small nod and suddenly, Jameson was kissing me, each brush of his lips making me want more and more. Eventually we separated, and I turned my body, laying my head on his chest. We both didn’t say a word, and I allowed myself to relax and soak up the moment, while focusing on the beat of Jamesons heart. I smile, and just for a moment, imagine my mother looking down on me, smiling as well.

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THIS WAS SUCH A CUTE REQUESTTT THANK YOUU 💗💗

alsoo can anybody spot the lyra x grayson line from the brothers hawthorne that i put in here? 😜

[mermaidsirennikita]

What do you consider to be the hallmarks of a good fantasy romance? And great examples from that genre?

I think it's a combination of:

—Good worldbuilding that nonetheless isn't so dense that it takes away from character development. To me, a great romance is all about character development, and, contrary to everyone forgetting this in order to dump on "romantasy", fantasy historically has NOT been considered one of the strongest genres for that. Not that there aren't fantasy novels with great character development; but many have historically prioritized the World over the Character, and relied on character types and journeys that fantasy readers recognize in order to get by. Chose One archetypes, for example.

One of the reasons why ASOIAF was considered so subversive and interesting when it came out was that GRRM took archetypes and twisted them. That's how much fantasy relied on them.

—I.... am not hot on the slang and dialogue that feels supermodern. It can work! I don't need all fantasy to come from a space super grounded in the historical. But sometimes, I think fantasy romance writers are basically plugging contemporary dialogue into a fantasy setting and saying "There, be happy".

—Plot! If I'm reading a fantasy romance, I want a plot that goes beyond Cozy. This isn't necessary for all readers, and I get it, but if I wanted something lighter on plot I simply wouldn't read a fantasy romance.

I'd recommend trying:

The Winter King by C.L. Wilson. This is a great arranged marriage fantasy romance, with characters who have their flaws and their issues with each other. The magic isn't crazy complicated, but I really liked the world (Wilson was an early adopter of the Scandi influence on fantasy, and the following book doesn't seem reliant on the typical Western European vibes either).

The Witch Walker series by Charissa Weaks. Just a lot of fun. I love that the heroine reads as competent and smart, versus Aelin-influenced. The hero is dangerous and complex, but also needs her help a good few times. The classic "friend guy" you see so often in fantasy romance (the heroine's buddy and/or ex who's Normal) is dealt with in a way that feels way more mature and interesting than your standard issue love triangle. There's a fun b-plot villain romance brewing. Lots of interesting side characters. I have a great time with it.

Kerri Maniscalco's Kingdom of the Wicked series and beyond. This one sort of flits about worlds; there's a Sicilian vibe, a Regency romance vibe. Some of the books are darker than the others. The heroes are very morally gray, and the heroines... are also. It feels very "alive" to me. There is a lot more plotting and a lot less "kick, pow".

While I found The Hurricane Wars a little slow to begin, Monsoon Rising really kicked it up a notch and I had a great time with it. It began as Reylo fanfic, which isn't a problem for meeee, but Thea Guanzon's rework brought in a lot of her Southeast Asian roots, which you don't see a lot of in fantasy. The hero is a virgin who can't drive (and so is the heroine, but she's a lot more.... apt.... than he is lol).

In terms of lighter, more historically rooted fantasy (so, historical romance but make it fantasy basically) India Holton is a great writer. Her books are kinda fluffy but not without Plot, and never fail to make me laugh while also selling the romance so well. Her prose is also fabulous.

It's quick (with another book to come, hopefully) but A Fire in the Sky by Sophie Jordan was one of the more enjoyable dragon-y fantasy romances for me. The hero and heroine have a great connection, it's another one that deals with the friend guy well, and I really liked the heroine's journey.

Another more historical-y one is A Sweet Sting of Salt by Rose Sutherland, which is an f/f selkie romance. Super lyrical and sweet, with the injection of some darker themes through an examination of the myth. So well-written.

A Fated Inked in Blood is so fun. A vikings-y fantasy romance with a bit of a chosen one narrative, but more on the berserker side of things. The heroine is married (though it's in name only) to the hero's dad, which is SO fun. It does something I've really come to enjoy in fantasy romances, and it's not like... not predictable, once you know what to look for, but I REALLY liked how this one did it. If you like vikings-y fantasy romances, Demi Winters's Road of Bones is also good, but a little heavier on the world and the fantasy of it all.

Ruby Dixon's Aspects and Anchors series are very Ruby Dixon, but also like... good fantasy romances? They're kinda campy, super OTT, the voice very chatty... But the modernity is excused for me because the heroines come from our world. The parallel universe thing is very creative, and makes for a lot of fun culture clash stuff.

A Hear of Blood and Ashes by Milla Vane reminds me of C.L. Wilson in a lot of ways—big on the world, lots of action and violence. It's higher heat than the Wilson books, though (those aren't low heat either) and there's a lot of... really daring stuff in this one. Like. REAL wild.

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"Ah, my apologies if I am interrupting. I was sent an invitation to celebrate..." Violet eyes narrowed, gazing at the card in her hand, and Thea continued. "... ah. A Master Tyr's birth anniversary?" The card got tucked away into her pocket. "It's strange, what humans choose to revere, but I'm pleased that I was included. I have brought a dish to share. It was a struggle keeping it from the small dire-beast, but I do hope you find it enjoyable." Thea opens a basket held at her side, and removes a plate wrapped in a lavender tea towel. Beneath the cloth is a pile of small rolls, fragrant with wild herbs, and still warm from the oven. "I had the assistance of the dormitory ghosts, I do hope it's palatable."

As the white-haired girl wanders into the party, there's a snicker from beside the snack table. A tiny black-haired cat-girl raises an eyebrow at the birthday boy. "Master Tyr, she says. Don't enjoy that too much, Kingsley." Nana flicks a loose hair back over her shoulder. "The charm'll wear off of that the longer she knows ya. If she lived here with us, she'd know bette— hey, hey. Knife down, you will get in trouble for stabbing a classmate, even if it is your birthday. Sheesh." Nana wrinkles her nose, grabs a handful of cookies, and looks him in the eye (with some effort, she's more than a foot shorter than he is). "You'd better lighten up, pal. His Highness went and invited a whole buncha our classmates to celebrate you, so you might as well act civilized." She flicked a sleek black ear. "Heck, I can hear the Heartslabyul contingent coming, and it sounds that one tall girl brought her squeezebox. Ha! Does she think you dance? Anyway. Happy birthday, thanks for the snacks and not cutting off my tail, it's been reaaaaal."

As the nervous girl, no more confident than a frightened rabbit, scurried off, Kingsley stared after her. His gaze one of a hunters, contemplating whether the prey is worth the kill. It was as if a darkness shrouded over him, contrasted by the pure innocence that gleamed off her like moonlight on a lake.

But as the retainer forcibly entered his personal space, his attention had been torn away. The woman read him for filth, insulting him and yet simultaneously announcing truths- of which he would never disclose what they were. If he could have tuned her out, he would have. Yet the boot-licker made it impossible to forget that she was there, rubbing it in his face that Malleus did what he was obligated to do for once in his prolonged life. And as she sauntered off, he let out a slow, controlled breath. He knew better than to blow his cover, to disrupt appearances during an event such as this- as tedious as it was.

The comment though about the Heartslabyul girl... he knew what was coming. And he pretended not to dread it, despite knowing just how obnoxious she would be.

(Thank you!!! This was very sweet of you! Thank you for taking the time to torment my boy. I was WHEEZING.)

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