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samthepotterhead · 9 months ago

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am I dumb or does beorn not look like a bear but more like a warg? and in man form he looks like a half transformed werewolf (like fenrir greyback in the movies).

sometimes I can't tell fili and thorin apart. I mean, they are related!

I only just remembered the spiders from the forbidden forest. another parallel between hp and lotr, but I totally glossed over that while reading the hobbit.

I don't know if I've said this before, but martin freeman is so perfect for this role. this inherit englishness and bourgeois vibe. and his body language and facial expressions!

elvish (I don't know which dialect/branch this is ok) sounds not so ethereal when spoken. I mean it was based on finnish, so…

that kili is considered tall for a dwarf works well with the fan theory/headcanon that he isn't fully dwarf.

was the silvan elf king featured this much in the book? and was he mentioned in thorin's back story at all? I honestly recall so little of the hobbit already... but again if it wasn't mentioned, it makes a lot of sense in the movie.

I think tauriel is a bit too human acting for an elf, they are usually so mysterious (legolas and the king are doing that). ok the guards were also in the book and not so elvish. maybe it's just a nobility thing.

I like the romance tbh. a pity they created the only female elf in the movie (apart from galadriel) for that, but better than zero like in the hobbit...

I always wonder how there are not a trillion elves since they can procreate but are basically immortal? like even if they go to the grey havens every once in a while, I'm sure many stay on?

is that balin's tomb? where is gandalf here? I'm a bit confused. but in general, the tie-in with the lotr plot works so well in this one.

ok the plot is quite significantly deviating from the book now. I'm not against it bc the lake town plot was super info-dumpy in the hobbit, but I also don't really need another basic male hero... but stephen fry I approve of! the counsellor gives off a very wormtonguey vibe. was this intentional? but man that was a lot of grossness in a few minutes.

the elves have exactly the weird springly step I imagined, I love the attention to detail :)

ok the secret door looks not so secret in this… but these sets are so intricate, I can't say it enough!

pretty sure the dwarf ring plot was not in the hobbit. will it be in lotr?

smaug, guarding a plot-wise important item is exactly like the dragon in gringotts in dh. though that is of course also originally from norse mythology. at any rate, I didn't remember that smaug could talk? and bilbo has learned not to tell a random being his full name and species. good job, bilbo.

man this movie is long… feels much longer than the first one. they are stalling with these dragon scenes. the liquid gold and statue part was cool, but unneccessary.

they really kept the women-belong-to-the.house theme going here :/ only bard's son is allowed to run around town. and how come no one else in lake town saw the orcs on the roofs?

saving kili's life has become a full time job for tauriel. in general, the kili/tauriel scenes are cute, but adding nothing to the pregression of the plot at this point. but now it seems they've know each other before? maybe I'm misinterpreting.

oh my god, it's ed sheeran. why is he in every fantasy thing? (ok, only in got as well, that I know of, but still - weird that it happend twice right? etc.) wait, I actually know this song, this was in the charts. I never knew this was from the hobbit! it honestly sounds like an ai generated song though, with the words "fire", "mountain" and "desolation" put in as a prompt...

too stunned by this revelation to properly rate the movie now, but I guess I liked as a whole, it was only a bit too long and not as well plotted as the first one.

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betweenthings2 · 3 months ago

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HELLO HELLO could u pretty pretty please do 7 (green eyeliner) for the march prompts (^w^) enjoy ur day

Hi!! Thank you for the ask! My apologies for taking so long to get this written--I have no real excuse, but the April prompts are here =)

March prompt 7, green eyeliner

George is going to need to have a conversation with the girls Matty hangs out with or he's going to wind up with a heart condition or something. It's not really their fault Matty is as pretty as he is and it's not their fault he'll sit quietly for them to do his makeup, but really, this just isn't sustainable. He can't keep coming home to Matty looking like this.

Today it's green eyeliner that's threatening to give George a heart attack--perfectly symmetrical, dark green winged eyeliner and a little, tiny, somehow-exactly-the-same-color skirt. George doesn't get to the makeup or the skirt at first. No, the first thing he sees when he gets home is Matty's legs, bare and crossed at the ankle, draped of the arm of the couch. George doesn't think anything of that--Matty wanders around their flat in nothing but his boxers about half the time--so he just calls out a greeting and carries on.

George falters, then stops dead when he gets a little further into the flat to actually see Matty. He's sprawled on the couch in a little green skirt that that barely reaches his upper thigh and his t-shirt riding up to reveal part of the tattoo on his hip and his legs draped over the arm, entirely unaffected. What really does it, though, is the makeup. George doesn't quite know that he has the words for it, but god, does Matty look like he belongs on a centerfold or in a wet dream.

"You're gonna kill me, you know that?" George says, not moving from where he stopped.

Matty raises a brow. "That seems dramatic."

"Do you really not have any idea what you look like?"

Matty blinks and gives George a look, making both his eyeliner and the slight shimmer of his eyeshadow more obvious, then says, "I have a general idea."

"A general idea?" George echoes. "Sweetheart, you look downright indecent."

Matty grins but it's sharp, fanged, and he echoes, "Indecent? You say things like that and it's a challenge, darlin'."

"You're actually gonna kill me," George repeats.

Matty laughs. "I would never. I love you."

George softens and responds, "Love you, too."

Matty offers a much more gentle smile and sits up, crossing his legs, and asks, "How was your day? Get anything done?"

George raises a brow. "You're gonna sit there looking like that and ask me how my day was?"

"Should I ask you about my day?" Matty asks. "That seems counterproductive."

"I know all about your day, Matthew," George responds, settling next to Matty. "You've been plotting my demise."

"I haven't been plotting," Matty says. "More like playing dress-up."

"That," George starts, gesturing at Matty's, uh, everything, "is not playing."

Matty offers an innocent look and moves to situate himself half in George's lap. George is struck by just how green the eyeliner is, struck by just how pretty Matty is, struck by just how lucky he is. He's also struck by the thought that maybe he'd kind of like to make Matty cry his makeup off, but that's not really the point.

"You're pretty, you know that?" George asks.

Matty preens and shrugs. "Maybe. You could probably say it again."

"You're very pretty," George repeats.

"Again?"

George laughs and pulls Matty close then kisses him rather than saying anything else. He figures that works, too.

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greetingfromthedead · 1 year ago

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Happy Birthday (Vash x GN!Reader)

Plot: You find yourself on a furry side quest and it turns into a very special birthday celebration that Vash puts on for you.

Series: Tempest Wind, but made to work as a oneshot

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Raiting: Everyone

Tags: domestic fluff, doting, cat adventure, cooking, bathing, tickling, banter, general cuteness, established relationship

Word count: 2.5k

Author's Note: This is actually a modified chapter from Tempest Wind written based on the prompts given to me by my readers on Quotev and Tumblr. It turned out too cute imo to not share with a general audience.

"Look, Red!" you grab onto Vash's sleeve with a gasp. "It's a cat!"

Vash leans towards you, still sucking on the strawberry ice cream, his other arm around a paper bag filled with all kinds of groceries. His eyebrows raise in surprise as he too catches sight of the small black tail slinking around the corner.

"I haven't seen one in so long!" You have already let go of him again and pay no mind as you follow the little shadow into the alley. You hear rustling coming from the trash surrounding a bin and approach cautiously, eager to get a better look at the mysterious creature.

"Pspspsps!" you try to call it out of the pile, but all that does is make them freeze. "You must be starving."

You jump up again just as Vash appears around the corner, he looks relaxed as he shoves the last bit of his pink treat into his mouth. You stand on your tiptoes to reach your arm into the bag he carries and dig around until you find the ham, folded up in waxy paper. You unravel it carefully and pull out a slice before giving the rest back into Vash's outstretched hand.

You return to the rustling mound and extend your hand with the meat, waiting for the breeze to carry the scent to the animal.

"Don't be scared! You can have all this and more; just come out." You speak softly, and Vash smiles tenderly at your antics. "Come out, little one! We won't hurt you!"

You squat patiently as the shifting of the trash gets closer to you, and a little black head pops out from underneath. The nose is just as jet black as the coat, but large green eyes look back at you with a mixture of fear and curiosity. You don't move, and Vash observes that you don't even breathe as you wait for the kitten to come closer. It takes a few careful steps towards you, cautiously sniffing the air, and the smell of ham seems to triumph over any hesitation. They bite into the ham and try to run away, but as you hold on to the slice, they have to remain where they are and bite off pieces. The black cat still looks uneasy and chews while trying to make scary noises, but you remain still and calm. Vash's eyes move between the two of you, observing the precious moment. The cat relaxes as the hunger pains lessen and even starts rubbing their head on your hand. That's when you scoop them up.

"Hey, little guy. You're cute!" You lift them up so they are level with your eyes. "Where did you come from?"

You stand up, and the little creature purrs loudly as you stroke its soft fur. You go up to Vash and present your new friend. He lowers his head and smiles at the adorable little creature. His free hand reaches out and his finger moves underneath one of the front paws. Your man gives the kitten a little handshake.

"Nice to meet you!" He smiles brightly and then scratches their head.

"I wonder if they have a home..." you say a little sadly as you let the creature climb onto your shoulder. The kitten purrs happily and nuzzles into your neck, feeling like it belongs there.

"I don't know, but we can ask around," Vash says softly, giving you a reassuring smile.

You spend an hour asking the townsfolk about the little stray kitten, but nobody has an answer as to how it got there or who it belongs to. You decide to put your search on hold as you still have your groceries with you. With a heavy heart, you head back to your toma to go and look for a place to stay the night, but that's when you see a little poster on the side of a building with a familiar black furry face. It's a missing cat poster that comes with an address pointing to the edge of town, and that's where you head.

You knock on the door, and the person who answers is a middle-aged woman who looks very tired. Her eyes shift between you and Vash as the man opens his mouth.

"Hello! We're here because we saw your poster." Vash smiles brightly, his bubbly personality overflowing.

"Oh... Did you find her?!" The woman perks up with hope and looks more intently to see if you have the kitten.

"Yes, we ran into them on the street," you say softly, and you reach out to tickle the bottom of Vash's hood. A moment later, the black cat pops their head out from where they have been sleeping ever since you fetched your birds.

"You found her!" The woman is overjoyed and reaches out to pick the animal up from Vash's shoulder. "I was so scared! My little granddaughter left her in my care when she and my daughter moved to September! I don't know what I would have done if anything had happened to her. How can I repay you?!"

"It was our pleasure," Vash says with his regular calm demeanor, and you nod.

"Are you travelers? I don't think I've seen you around here before."

"We're just passing through, indeed," Vash replies with a smile.

"Do you have somewhere to stay?" The woman continues.

"We were just about to go find ourselves a room somewhere."

"No need! You can stay here; my daughter's room is free. Come, come, I insist!" The woman takes Vash's sleeve and pulls him inside; with her other hand, she cradles the kitten.

Vash shrugs while looking at you and enters with you close behind. As you enter the cozy room, you can't help but feel grateful for the woman's generosity. It's nothing fancy, but it's warm and inviting. She helps you settle in, and the little black kitten follows you around like a shadow even after you insist that you have no more ham to give to her. Vash tells you to take it easy while he tends to the birds for a change, and you take the opportunity to play with your furry friend. It has been a while since Vash has dealt with the toma and their gear so extensively, and you had used your own little knots and quirks for securing everything, so he fiddles for quite a bit with everything while chatting with the woman. The topic of birthdays comes up, and Vash thinks back to his childhood on the ship and the wonderful first birthday Rem threw for him and Nai. He doesn't think much about birthdays, despite the happy memory. Today is your birthday, and he got some treats from the market, yet he feels like you deserve so much more than just some rare jerky and dried fruit.

As he comes back inside with the woman, he realizes that the house is completely silent. He begins to worry that something may be wrong and walks up to the bedroom door where he last left you to be met with you sprawled out on the bed, fast asleep, and the kitten curled up in the crook of your neck.

"They must've been very tired. Let's let them rest; they has a trustworthy little guard with them to keep watch over their dreams," the quiet voice of the woman says as she gently pulls the door closed.

Vash does check up on you a few times, peeking in through the tiniest crack of the door to make sure you're okay. Each time he finds you in a different position, as you seem to toss and turn a lot, the covers a mess on the bed, and the tiny cat is always either somewhere on or around you. He leaves with a smile on his face to return to his little project he got the opportunity to delve into.

Vash has just lathered the first layer of biscuit with a thick layer of cream when you step out of the bedroom. Your face seems a bit groggy to him, but you return his smile with a warm one of your own. You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head against his back.

"Hey, Sweet Pea," he says quietly. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm good," you reply, hugging him tighter. "What are you up to?"

"Nothing much; don't worry about it," he replies with amusement.

"Really? Cause to me, it looked like you're making a cake," you chuckle and start to sway him softly from side to side. "What's the occasion?"

"Well..." He trails off, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "It's your birthday today!"

"What? Is it really?" You say softly as you peek around his side to catch a glimpse of his face, and he sends you a goofy smile. "Oh, Sprout... You are too sweet. I didn't even realize how fast time flies."

You release him to stand beside him and lean over the table to have a closer look at what he's doing.

"Want any help?" you ask cheerfully as you turn to him.

"I might need your guidance, but I think you need a hairnet or something," he chuckles, his hands covered in icing. "Your hair is getting dangerously close to my masterpiece."

"What...?" You get a confused look on your face and reach up to touch your hair to find it in an absolute mess. Your cheeks flush crimson, and you go closer to a shiny pot on the edge of a cabinet to look at the birds nest on your head from all the tossing you did in your sleep. You groan at the thought of having to brush this through, but then start laughing instead.

"I look like a crazy person!" You chuckle.

"Are you considering a new hairdo?" Vash asks calmly, with an adoring smile on his lips.

"Why do you ask?" You turn to him. "Don't you like it? Wouldn't you love me if I looked like this?"

You look at him pleadingly as you creep closer. "What is it? I love you for who you are, not how you look. Is it not like that for you?"

"What?! Of course it is!" He seems surprised and assures with a resolute tone: "I love you for you, not your appearance."

"Okay..." you grab hold of his arm, wrapping both of yours around his tightly. "But would you still love me if I was a worm?"

His eyes widen in shock, but he quickly responds, "Even if you were a worm, my love for you would never change."

You laugh at his response and give him a tight hug. You see the smear of icing on his cheek, and pull him closer. He leans towards you, and you take the opportunity to lick the icing off him and gently bite the rosy flesh, causing him to chuckle too, before playfully touching the tip of his nose to yours.

After you fix your bedhead, you return to Vash's side and help him assemble the cake. Once the masterpiece is complete, you both look at it with pride, yet you have swiped enough frosting and leftover biscuit that you are willing to let it sit for a bit. You stand in front of Vash, his arms wrapped around you.

"Oh yeah... I meant to ask. Where's the..." you stop as you realize you don't know the name of the woman living here.

"Ann left, she said she has business in town and she would be back later." Vash's nose digs into the helix of your ear. "You wanna know what else she said? Apparently this town has a water purification system. And that means we can take a bath."

"Ooooooh!" You exclaim excitedly, but your tone quickly changes. "AAAAAH!"

Vash's nimble fingers dance across every spot he knows is ticklish for you, and he has you wiggling in his grasp as you laugh uncontrollably. You try to push his strong arms away, and do indeed manage to twist out of his reach. But Vash quickly grabs you again, determined to continue the tickle attack. To his detriment, you are now in a better position for a counterattack and choose not to show him any mercy as you launch your assault, your fingers digging into the space between his ribs, causing him to squirm and laugh uncontrollably. It doesn't take long for Vash to stumble over his long legs and tumble backward, dragging you along with him. You find yourself on top of him, his arms protectively around you to make sure you don't hurt yourself in the fall, and both of you continue laughing uncontrollably. You lay your ear on his chest and hear the racing of his heart as he holds you close. His right arm wraps around your upper back, his fingertips resting on the side of your neck, and he feels the rhythm pulsating in your veins. He places a kiss on the top of your head and feels your heart seemingly skipping a beat.

Vash covers you in kisses before getting both of you to your feet again and dragging you to the bathroom, where he starts preparing the bath, carefully choosing a temperature and adding bubbles. You sit on the edge and watch him as he stirs the water and picks up two towels. He insists you stay where you are as he hurries around getting everything ready for a relaxing bath. And that includes the strange foreign snacks you found in town. He looks very proud of himself as he brings in a chair and then sets a tray on top of it next to the tub. He has laid out the different cookies and dried meats and fruits you had paid an arm and a leg for. He even brought a bottle of wine and two glasses. He shuts the faucet and turns to you with mischief in his eyes.

"Noh, strip, birthday girl." He laughs.

"Shouldn't you be stripping for me on this special occasion?" You reply with amusement.

"No, I didn't mean like this. Naughty, naughty," he chuckles, but the heat in his ears reveals his slight flusterdness.

After some more banter and helping each other get rid of your clothes, you find yourself in the tub, laying on his chest with his long legs to either side of you. It is a tight fit, but you enjoy the closeness of his arm around you. You try out the different things you had bought from the market; some of them you would rather have left for someone else, but the wine fits your palette well. You savor the flavors and textures, talking with each other in quiet voices.

"Happy birthday, Sweet Pea!" he whispers into your ear as he places a kiss on your cheek. You smile and thank him, feeling grateful for him putting so much effort into this day.

Once the bathwater gets cold and all the good snacks are out, the two of you get out, determined to go and get a piece each from the cake you made. You exit the bathroom wrapped in your towels, only to be met with an unexpected sight. There is your cake in the middle of the table, but now it has a black furry topper who happily sleeps in the midst of pink frosting.

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fractiflos · 3 months ago

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Answers to the Asks

There was only one like, so I should only answer the first one... But I really did want to answer some of the others, so below the cut will be the other ones I wanted to get to. And here's my answer to 19.

I wanted my username to have something to do with cats, but before I made my Ao3 account, I had to make an account on something else (forgot what) and spent way too much time trying to come up with something that wasn't already taken. So, I went with an old pen name I came up with and never got to use because I figured it wouldn't be taken. Jane, after Jane Eyre, one of my favorite books. Alice after Alice in Wonderland. And Rosewood, after my cat Rose. (I was right, it wasn't taken)

2. I do try to use paper, but I lose pens and notebooks really easily. Also, I tend to grip pencils really hard for some reason, so my hand gets sore fast. I generally keep all my writing notes and stuff on my laptop, because it's a lot harder for my brain to lose something so expensive.

6. I kind of plan beforehand. After I come up with the general idea, I think of an ending to work towards. Then I try to come up with some stuff in the middle. But it's not super detailed so a lot of the finer stuff is up to "go with the flow".

12. I love comments because it's always nice to hear (read) that someone liked what you wrote. I sometimes go through periods of no energy but I do try to reply to each comment. But it weirdly stresses me out when the comment number is higher than the kudos number, so sometimes I delete my replies. Also, when I was young, I went through a superstitious phase. I'm over it now, but to this day seeing the number thirteen gives me a stabbing pain in the eyes (I can handle seeing it written but not the number itself) so I do appreciate that nothing is at that number.

10 + 3 - It depends. If it's a gift or a prize, I can usually get it done in about two weeks cuz then I'm really motivated. I'm currently on a "One WIP will get weekly updates and then move on to the next" schedule. One-shots, should take about 1 - 2 weeks if I'm motivated. If not... Well, Primary Colors was sitting in my drafts for about one and half years for one example.

14. Ghastly Advice. I looked it up once and the word count is long enough for it to qualify as a novel lol.

15. Current WIP name: Killer Rabbit. It may change when I publish this one-shot. I haven't seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail but I was shown the killer rabbit clip and it made me think of AFO. There should be more Bunny for One. So, I'm working on this one-shot where he turns into a rabbit (it was also a prompt I once made but I really wanted to write it, so I'm working on it)

16. Yes! AUs are always really fun because I can either make stuff up completely (like in Swan Sight) or have fun putting The Characters in a different media universe (like in The Other Father).

18. I can't stand silence. I usually put on whatever music I'm listening to (I cycle through different types) which at the moment happens to be anime openings. My favorite is Idol by Yaosobi. Though sometimes I just turn on my fan and use that as background noise.

20. I like a lot of genres. I guess I should say romance because of all the KudoIchi fics I write, but I like others too. Crack/any kind of comedy is fun because it's nice to know I made people laugh. I really like fantasy, but I don't get to write enough stories with it. Maybe I should write more fantasy one-shots. Horror is also fun to write. I'm a scaredy-cat when I read it, but it doesn't bother me as much when I write it.

21. I die like all the One For All users when AFO caught up to them.

22. Me being ace and not liking sex scenes all that much, I'll have to go with Plot with some porn. I actually haven't written a sex scene. Maybe I should try (I know one WIP where it would fit) but it would probably be really bad.

23. No matter what, I think this crown will always belong to Sensei | All For One/Sensei | All For One.

24. I can't think of a singular comment because I reread a lot of my comments when I'm feeling down and need motivation. I guess it would have to be the long ones though, because there's more to motivate me!

25. Some days, writing is the only reason I have for living. So, if I'm going to keep writing and living, then I want to improve.

That's everything. If there's any other questions you have though, feel free to ask. My inbox is always open!

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teenytinyjimin · 1 year ago

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mephistosfaust · 24 days ago

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One Word Prompts: Almost | 1870 | Germany + Prussia

A/N: Late May, 1870. Prussia has already triumphed in two wars and now prepares for the final act, a confrontation with France, all in pursuit of his dream: forging an empire atop the German nation. As always, the months before war are deceptively quiet, the silence filled with Prussia’s careful plotting. But this story isn’t about his next political move. It’s about Ludwig – and the quiet, unsettling realization that what he wants from Gilbert might go beyond unity, beyond empire, and into something far more personal. Read more is due to the story’s length. Bordering non-con but nothing too explicit. Oh my, I feel so bad. How did GRRM write all that stuff with a straight face? Did he? Ludwig is about 18 years old. CW: sex (pornographic, masturbation), non-con, abuse, grooming, GerPru

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I rarely come here anymore. After two decades of military training, this place feels strangely distant. And yet, somehow familiar. The Altmark estate still smells like iron and oak bark, soot and old brick. The kind of place where ghosts stretch out on sun-warmed stone walls and don’t bother hiding.

My boots crunch the gravel as I pass the courtyard, heading for the manor’s upper floor. I haven’t even taken off my coat when I hear the crows outside and pause, my eyes catching movement from the tall window that overlooks the orchard.

There he is.

Gilbert.

Sitting under the old linden tree like he belongs there more than the wind or the roots do. Legs sprawled, rifle balanced across his knees. He isn’t whistling. He isn’t laughing. He isn’t calling me names or barking orders. He’s… quiet. Intent. The cloth in his hand moves in small, precise circles. The metal shines under his fingers. Slow. Loving. As if the rifle were something sacred, and not a tool of death.

My chest tightens. I can’t look away.

And I wonder, not for the first time, what it would feel like to be that rifle. To be touched like that. To be seen. His fingers, so confident, so careful. Even when he’s cruel, there’s clarity in his actions. I could bear the pain if it came with that kind of focus.

Maybe I want to be his weapon. Maybe I already am.

I catch myself leaning forward, breath fogging the glass as I open the belt buckle.

Then she appears, and my hand moves back to my face, covering it for one breath.

Minna. The farmer’s girl. Dark braid, sturdy frame. I know her by name only. Her father’s worked the southern fields for generations. She’s carrying something in her hands. Bread, maybe. An excuse.

She stops a few paces from him. They speak. I can’t hear what’s said. He doesn’t rise. Doesn’t offer the lazy grin he gives foreign officers or noble bastards in Berlin. He just looks at her like he’s measuring something.

Then, without warning, he sets the rifle aside.

Almost too carelessly.

As if it were just another object. Forgotten.

He grabs her by the hips and yanks her onto his lap.

I flinch.

She lets out a laugh, nervous and breathy. He says something low in her ear, and she blushes. He presses his mouth to her throat like he’s tasting her skin.

I turn from the window, suddenly cold. My hands clench at my sides.

That rifle, gleaming in the sun, so perfectly tended, lies on the grass now. Not worth his touch.

I feel sick. And stupid.

Maybe I was never anything but a weapon to him. A boy to mold and sharpen, not hold. Not love.

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Dinner is nearly over. The heavy chandelier above casts long shadows across the table, flickering slightly with the drafts sneaking through the estate walls. My fork clinks against the plate as I push around what’s left of the roast. I haven’t touched much. My stomach’s too tight.

Across from me, Prussia eats without hesitation, devouring what’s left on his plate with soldier’s efficiency. His posture is relaxed in the way only he can afford to be – one leg stretched out, elbow resting against the edge of the table, glass of wine already half-empty.

I clear my throat, quietly. “So, how was your day?”

He pauses mid-motion.

For a second, he just stares at me. As if I’ve just spoken some gibberish. The silence stretches. Not because the question is difficult, but because he’s deliberating. We don’t do small talk. Not like this. I don’t ask, and he doesn’t offer. So this… means something. Or threatens to.

A beat passes, and then he smirks, tilting his head in mock thought. “Well,” he begins, “I took a damn satisfying shit this morning. Thought you might like to know that. Then I answered letters – mostly insults to Austria, the usual. I considered poking France with a stick to get him twitching, but I need to be patient. So instead, I reviewed the latest enlisting numbers, cleaned my rifle and fucked that peasant girl. Minna, I believe is her name.”

He pauses just long enough to let that settle before flashing his teeth in a grin.

“And now – lucky me – I get to end it babysitting you over this sad excuse of a conversation.” He looks at me like I’m the punchline to a joke. “Why do you care? Planning to write a biography?”

I shrug, trying to seem casual. “Just asking.”

He slowly raises one eyebrow, lips pursed. I’m never just asking, and he is never just answering. Every word spoken fulfils a purpose, the rest is poetry and for giggling young ladies at the lake, reading some French literature for amusement.

He’s about to push his chair back and stand, when the words escape my mouth, quietly, still staring down my plate: “I saw you. This afternoon. In the orchard.”

He stops, and glides back onto his seat. For a breath, there’s nothing. Then—he throws his head back and laughs. Not warmly. There’s no warmth in that sound. It scrapes down my spine like a knife on bone.

“Did you get hard watching?” He sneers through the laughter, grinning wide. I look at him. I don’t answer. I don’t need to. He already knows. “That it? I always knew you had a twisted little brain under all that spit-polish. You want Minna? Go ahead. But let me tell you something, boy – girls don’t look for little sissies. They look for men. And if you keep flinching every time a woman spreads her legs, you’ll die a virgin with nothing but medals on your chest.”

I feel heat crawl up my neck, but I don’t lower my gaze. “Then… teach me.”

The room falls still. His smirk fades. He studies me carefully. A flicker of something in his eyes I can’t quite name. Not anger. Not amusement either. He looks at me like I’m a knife he once forged, now wondering if he shaped the blade wrong.

Without a word, he pushes back his chair. The legs screech against the floor.

He walks out without looking back.

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I lie awake when the first rays of sunshine hit the window, my eyes tracing the patterns in the ceiling I memorized years ago. The old ornaments haven’t moved, but something in me has. I shift under the covers, restless. My thoughts drift again – to yesterday, to Minna, but her image fades fast. The feeling I reach for doesn’t come from her smile or the way she tilted her head. It comes from him. From the firm press of his hands on her waist. From the focus in his eyes when he polished his rifle. My breath catches. I turn over, bury my face in the pillow, moving my hands in the rhythm of flesh hitting flesh.

Later, at breakfast, I arrive stiff-necked and quiet. There's someone new at the table: a man in a dark coat and a white collar, stiff and clean. A pastor. I glance to Prussia. He doesn’t look up from his plate.

“Pastor Lützich,” he mutters, tearing some scrambled egg, “thought he’d have a word with you. About your... spiritual hygiene.”

I say nothing. I don’t need to. I give a short nod, and take my seat.

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When Prussia got called back to Berlin by Bismarck, I followed. Like I always do these days. As if my feet only know one direction since 1864. Forward, forward, as if the Weltgeist – as if history itself is chasing us.

The ballroom glows with gold and candlelight – too much wealth stuffed into too tight a space. Nobility swirls past like wine in a goblet, diplomats lying through their teeth with polished charm. Laughter rings out like sabers clashing, conversations hum just above the string quartet, and every movement of silk and lace feels choreographed – planned, perfected.

I stand near the edge of the room, where shadows blur the sharpness of my uniform. I prefer it here. Out of the light.

I sip my champagne.

Around me, statesman perform. An Italian delegation is somewhere near the center, gesturing, laughing, discussing with members of National Liberal Party. I overheard Prussia talking about it earlier, a union between the French and Austrians and Italians has to be prevented by all means necessary or we’ll find ourselves circled, with only Russia’s cold embrace awaiting us.

But I’m not part of these talks. I tried once. Suddenly rose my voice, to see if I was still able to make myself heard past 1849. It was so quite you could hear a pin drop. Since then I watch again. Like I was taught to. A soldier doesn’t step forward until he knows the terrain.

Then I hear his voice.

“So,” Gilbert says, suddenly beside me, leaning in like we’re conspirators. “Which one’s your pick?”

I frown. “Pick?”

He nods toward the dance floor, his smirk ever-present. “A servant girl. A future duchess. A foreign princess. Whatever suits your virtue. You know, the one you’d rescue in some stupid operetta before kissing her under moonlight or whatever the hell it is young folks do these days. Don’t tell me none of them caught your eye.”

My mouth opens. Closes. I scan the room and land on a young woman standing alone by the punch table. She’s rather petite, quiet-looking. Soft smile. I gesture toward her, unsure why. “She looks... kind,” I mutter over the rim of my champagne glass.

He gives one slow nod, unreadable. “Alright.”

And just like that, he’s gone. Not even touching me once. Not even an encouraging pat on my shoulder, as if saying: see, I knew you

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Shortly after midnight, I excuse myself and slip away from the lingering guests. Having had one too many drinks, I make my way unsteadily down the corridor, heading toward the left wing of the Berlin Palace.

Back in my bed chamber, I unlatch the high collar of my dress uniform and feel the tension in my shoulders loosen up. I reach for the buttons of my jacket, longing for silence, when I stop cold.

She’s sitting on my bed.

That same young woman – hands folded, head lowered, but smiling. Just a gentle, nervous curve of the mouth. A smile that says she’s just as unsure of this as I am.

My stomach twists. This wasn’t my plan. I step backwards toward the door – anything to reverse this moment—but before I can reach for the handle, the door closes softly behind me.

I turn.

Gilbert is there. Of course he is.

He leans against the heavily ornated wood like he’s done nothing at all. “You wanted me to teach you,” he says.

The room freezes. I feel it in my throat, in my chest, in the way my vision blurs with each heartbeat trying to overtake the other.

“Please, sir.” My lips quiver.

Her eyes dart up to meet mine, then away again. I feel the blood rush to my face, not from want, but from panic. The room sways just slightly. I should leave. I know that. Every part of me tells me to run, no matter the consequences. But my body doesn’t obey, not a single twitch – not even when he walks past me.

“Now, sweetheart,” he says almost too tenderly as he sits down next to her, his hand now resting upon the voluminous fabric of her skirt. “How about you introduce yourself to the young lad over there.”

She looks back at me, and for some reason she still smiles, as if she… doesn’t mind. Me.

“Anna-Amalia Charlotta Victoria…” She says with a slight Flemish accent.

“Oh! Now look at that,” Gilbert cuts in, now trying to squeeze her tight. “You found yourself a real princess.” He looks back at her, and for a brief moment, she tensed up. “Herr Beilschmidt. I don’t think that…” She stutters, now fumbling at the gloves she is still wearing.

He hushes her, leaning in even closer. “Trust me. He’s the perfect match. Look at him. He’s grown into a dashing solider. Tall, shoulders that don’t give in easily, firm stance, a jaw sharp as a knife, eyes so blue and deep even Father Rhine could lose himself in and hair as blond and soft like wheat before harvest.” He snaps his fingers. “You’re embarrassing me, Ludwig. Now come over and say the princess hello.”

She looks rather unassuming at first – her pompous dress almost swallowing her petite figure, blonde hair pinned-up, posture careful like she’s trying not to take up too much space on the bed. But then she smiles, and something about it – so soft, knowing, almost like a secret offered – pulls at me in a way I don’t understand. Gilbert sits beside her, far too casual, one arm draped over the bedpost like this is all a joke to him. And maybe it is.

He glances my way, his grin sharp. I move before I can think better of it. My boots drag faintly over the carpet. I come to a stop where he points, a silent command, my hands stiff at my sides. The room feels too warm. I don’t look at her yet. I look at him instead – my brother – and he just leans back as if he’s about to enjoy some Parisian cabaret show.

“Strip. And I’ll show you how to fuck like a man.”

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I wake in silence. Light pours in through the tall windows of my chambers, soft and golden, brushing across the floor like spilled warmth. Somewhere outside, servants hurry through the corridor. The palace is alive again, but I feel oddly detached from it all, like I’ve washed up somewhere foreign.

The sheets cling to me with the weight of last night. Sweat dried into the fabric, the scent of perfume barely lingering. My head is thick, a slow ache pulsing behind my eyes. The champagne. The heat. The confusion. I shift under the covers and find I’m still naked beneath them, the chill of the morning air crawling across my skin.

She’s gone.

So is Gilbert.

What happened – what we did – feels like it belongs to someone else. I try to remember, but my memory flickers at the edges. Moments, impressions. A soft laugh. A trembling hand. My own hesitation. I remember her smile. Tentative. Honest. Maybe afraid, but not unwilling. I remember wanting to protect her from the uncertainty in my own chest, and failing. I remember his voice, commanding and unrelenting, like he was impelling his army to march forward, to not stop moving.

One arm covering her face, she peeked at me, breathless, yet still smiling. But I had no eyes for her. I looked at him, and he looked at me.

It wasn’t love. I know that.

But it was something. Something raw, something unforgiven. And now, in the quiet aftermath, I feel hollow. Not with regret – not exactly – but with a strange sadness I don’t know how to name. And yet, I want more.

I sit up slowly. My uniform lies scattered across the floor, the saber leaning quietly beside the bedpost. My body feels different somehow. Not weaker, but not stronger either. Changed, perhaps. Like a door has been opened, and I don’t yet know whether I should walk through it or close it again.

I breathe in deep. The air is hot and humid. Summer’s close.

#one word prompts mephisto's edition

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chaoskirin · 2 years ago

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I have a question as a fanfic writer, I’m considering this can I make lawsuit against chat gpt if i feel they stole my fanfic? Is it possible to make a lawsuit as a fanfic writer against chat gpt for a fanfic?

I am not a lawyer, so take this advice with a grain of salt.

Fanfic itself is a little weird legally. While it fits the definition of copyright infringement, it's generally considered OK by most IP creators because of how it unites fandom and draws out some amazing creativity.

At the same time, IP creators cannot read fanfic, because the CONTENT of the fic minus the owned characters belongs to the writer. So if you write a Battlestar Galactica fanfic, for example, Starbuck, Apollo, and any other characters in that IP belong to Universal. But the writing itself, the story, the plot--that all belongs to you.

And while it's not possible to copyright an idea, it looks a little weird if you write a fanfic about something and then a remake of Battlestar Galactica has exactly that plot. So in order to claim plausible deniability (that is--they never read your fic, so they can't have stolen it) they'll be very up front about never reading fanfic.

I promise that recap has a point.

So the way ChatGPT works is it ingests a body of writing and looks for patterns in that writing. Then it breaks these patterns down into code, which then exists on the dataset. It's really easy to train a dataset on fanfic because on all sites where you'd post the fanfic, you also have to post a summary. And that summary provides the "prompt" information for anyone wishing to use text-generators to write a story.

Essentially, ChatGPT doesn't work out of its own vacuum like techbros think it does. Everything it creates, from the final output to the information for prompts, is stolen from the original creators.

What that means is, someone can feed your entire body of work into a dataset along with literal billions of other works. People "writing prompts" don't have the capacity to fathom how large over five billion works are--no human does. We're not really capable of understanding numbers that high. I mean, to a lot of people--even very left-leaning individuals--someone with one million dollars is in the same category as someone with one billion dollars.

I just want you to get the idea of the scale of writing that's been fed into these machines.

What that all means is this:

Let's say you wrote a fanfic where Starbuck and Apollo discover an alien civilization call the Xerzats and adopt a Xerzat child. They go on all sorts of adventures together, and they learn that apparently Xerzats just regularly turn themselves inside out. And your summary reflects a lot of this.

It doesn't matter that it's a fanfic, when someone writing the prompts for an AI-generated story asks chatGPT to write a book about two people named Genna and Lloyd who are shopping one day and find an alien in the apple barrel, because now ChatGPT has to fill 50,000 words of novel space, so it finds information about your Xerzats and essentially steals your whole idea (with some pattern changes cannibalized from other authors). The point is, you recognize the parts that you wrote.

What techbros don't seem to get is that the parts YOU WROTE that are unique to your imagination? That's yours. What is currently a grey area is whether or not a person can claim copyright on those things, because this has never been argued before. It's never had to be. And currently the consensus is leaning toward your material being copyrightable.

Why? Because a lot of popular fiction started as fanfic. Most notably, 50 Shades of Grey started as Twilight fic, and a lot of the original material from when it was a Twilight fic still exists in the published book. Stephenie Meyer can't claim that material because it's literally not hers to claim.

That's really about only answer I can give you without getting into legal advice. If you're sure your work has been stolen, though, you should absolutely contact a lawyer and see what your options are.

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hyperfixatedonthisnow · 2 years ago

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You Belong to Me

*Not my GIF

This is the first thing I’ve written in years but Shadow and Bone (and particularly Nikolai Lantsov!) is my new hyperfixation and I had the urge to write something, so here we are. Based on the prompt: “Mine.” “Say it again.” which I got from tumblr forever ago.

Summary: Reader is in an established relationship with Nikolai and they get jealous seeing someone else flirting with him so they decide to remind him who he belongs to. Turns out the King finds jealous/possessive reader a turn on, who would have guessed?

Word count: 2K

Warnings: NSFW - 18+ only. A tiny hint of a plot but really it’s just smut, hand job, jealousy/possessiveness, slight praise kink if you squint, reader can be any gender you like, I’ve left it deliberately vague for your reading pleasure :)

The grand ballroom was so full that you could barely move an inch without bumping into a visiting noble, courtier or ambassador of some sort. Musicians were playing at one end of the room and waiters flitted about with trays of champagne.

You scanned the crowd in an effort to locate the King. Your eyes found him finally near of the centre of the room, surrounded by young ladies and you sighed, because of course he was. You had only left Nikolai’s side for a few minutes, but that was all it took for the vultures to descend. You supposed you couldn’t really blame them, he was gorgeous. Intelligent and charming too. Wherever he went, people were drawn to him like moths to the proverbial flame. Your relationship with the King had started many years before, when he was just a wayward second son with little hope of ever inheriting the throne and though his circumstances had now changed, your love for each other remained stronger than ever. Nikolai could be a bit of a flirt, but you trusted him implicitly. You knew without a doubt that anyone trying to tempt him would fail. He would be going home with you, still that didn’t stop the surge of jealousy that burned uncomfortably in your stomach as you made your way across the room to join the group. Nikolai’s eyes lit up as he saw you approach and he reached for you immediately, wrapping his arm around your waist without even the slightest hint of hesitation. You watched with a perverse sense of satisfaction as obvious disappointment flitted over the faces of his companions and several of the ladies politely excused themselves, quickly losing interest now they knew for certain that the King was taken. The last young lady however, was not so easily deterred. She looked you up and down with barely concealed distaste as Nikolai made the formal introductions and then finally she offered you a saccharine smile - entirely for his benefit you assumed, since it was obvious that it pained her to do so. “It’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said, smiling brightly. You would be nice if it killed you. It would only cause problems for Nikolai if you went around being rude to his guests, regardless of wether they deserved it or not. The other woman made no response, already turning her attention back to the King as if you hadn’t even spoken. Apparently she didn’t share your concerns about rudeness. Nikolai cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence, “Miss Antonova was just telling me about her home in Kerch.” “Oh yes,” Miss Antonova exclaimed, twirling a lock of her dark hair around her finger, “As I was saying, you must come for a visit, your highness. I know my father would be honored to host you.” “What a generous offer,” Nikolai smiled, “perhaps we may take you up on it someday.” The young woman beamed at him, pleased with his response. “We could make it one of the stops on our honeymoon,” you suggested, just to watch her face fall. “Absolutely not. I should not consider our honeymoon a success if we are to be fit for company at any point,” Nikolai grinned impishly and you shook your head fondly, a blush spreading across your cheeks at the implication. You could feel Miss Antonova glaring daggers at you. “Well, perhaps you could make the trip to Kerch on your own instead, moi tsar,” she simpered, batting her eyelashes at him, “I would be happy to volunteer as your personal guide.” You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. "I bet you would,” you muttered quietly under your breath, though not quietly enough if Nikolai’s sudden coughing fit was any indicator. Miss Antinova moved closer to him, her face creased in concern, “Goodness, are you alright?” She asked, laying a hand on his arm. You glared at her, touching the King was in no way appropriate. Nikolai gave you a look, shaking his head minutely - a gesture you knew to mean leave it alone. So you bit your tongue even though you wanted to tell her off. “Yes, I’m quite well,” Nikolai assured her once he had recovered, “My apologies.” Despite his reassurance, and the heat of your still disapproving glare, she did not move away or remove her hand. Instead, she moved further into his personal space, close enough to be considered indecent in your opinion. Her delicate hand curled around his clothed bicep. You struggled to fix a polite smile on your face when in your head you were fantasizing about breaking her fingers one by one. “Oh my, you have very strong arms,” she gushed and this time you did roll your eyes. For Saints sake. Nikolai met your gaze over the top of her head and you saw amusement dancing in his eyes. “I work out from time to time,” he told her with a wink, “It’s important to keep my army training up to date.” Miss Antonova giggled girlishly, as if he had said something ridiculously funny, and you decided that was quite enough. “I’m sorry but you’ll have to excuse us,” you stated bluntly, “the King has an urgent, private matter to attend to immediately.” Rather than wait for a response, you turned and firmly grasping Nikolai’s hand, pulled him away and across the crowded room towards the door. Although he could easily have escaped your hold if he had wanted to, Nikolai followed you without complaint, allowing you to lead him out of the ballroom and through the Palace hallways as though he were a boy rather than the King. Entering his chambers you made sure to lock the door behind you and then you stalked towards him, forcing him backwards until his back hit the wall behind him. “Something wrong, my love?” He asked, an amused little smirk tugging at one corner of his mouth. “The audacity of that woman,” you grumbled, “Mooning and flirting, and touching you! As if I wasn’t standing right there.” “Oh, I don’t know,” he mused, eyes sparkling with affectionate humor, “I thought she was just being friendly.” “Friendly? She was all over you!” you objected. “Maybe a little bit,” he conceded with a slight tilt of his head, his smirk widening. “But you know that I would never accept her advances, or anyone’s for that matter,” he insisted earnestly as he reached out to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear, “So what does it matter?” “I didn’t like it, Kolya,” you muttered irritably, yanking at the knot of his cravat in an effort to remove it and almost choking him in the process. “Really?” he chuckled, “I hadn’t noticed.” He batted your hands away so he could loosen the offending item himself, pulling it free of his collar and unbuttoning the top few buttons of his shirt as he went. You narrowed your eyes at him. “It’s not funny.” He hummed in agreement as he dipped his head to kiss you, slow and sweet, just a soft brush of his lips over yours, but your were in no mood for romance. You nipped at his bottom lip impatiently, licking hot and demanding into his mouth when he opened up to you. His hands found your waist, pulling you closer as you threaded your fingers through his hair, kissing him hungrily and sucking on his tongue before you surfaced for air. You kissed an open-mouthed line across his jaw and down his throat, pausing to nip and suck at his pulse point. “Ah. Not above the collar,” he reminded you gently. You huffed, pressing yourself tighter against him and wedging a knee between both of his so that your thigh was pressed against his crotch. He was already hard and knowing it was because of you - not her - tempered your jealousy a little. Nosing down into the collar of his shirt to reach the juncture of his shoulder, you sucked a stinging bruise into his skin. His hips bucked in response. You couldn’t help but smile as you admired your handiwork, a surge of possessiveness rolling through you. “Mine,” you murmured as you laved your tongue over the offending mark. Nikolai groaned low in his throat, rutting against you more insistently. “Say it again,” he gasped. His voice was rough with arousal and you lifted your head to regard him, surprised by his reaction. You felt a heady rush of power as you looked him over. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. His lips were shiny and kiss–swollen and his face was flushed, a deep blush spreading from the tips of his ears all the way down to his chest. You had barely started and he was already wrecked. “You belong to me,” you purred in his ear, nuzzling at his throat as you reached a hand between you to stroke him through his pants. He made an involuntary keening sound, his eyes slipping closed as he pushed himself into your palm. “No one else gets to touch you like this, do they?” He shook his head frantically, hips straining towards you, desperately seeking more friction. You sighed, feigning disappointment. “I can’t hear you,” you chastised, “Use your words Kolya." “No,” he breathed, “only you.” “That’s right,” you agreed, smiling against his skin.

You rewarded him by freeing him from his pants and he moaned as you used the precum that had gathered at the head of his cock to slick your palm. He laid his forehead against yours, opening his eyes so that he could follow the movement of your hand as you jerked him in a firm, fast rhythm until he was panting. When you knew he was near his peak, you lifted your head to meet his eyes. “Mine,” you whispered possessively, a seductive smile on your lips. He shuddered, his head dropping to your shoulder and his hands tightening on your waist as he came with a soft cry, thick stands of cum covering your hand and the front of his shirt. He slumped against the wall, boneless in the aftermath of his orgasm. “Well,” he said breathlessly, “that was..,” “Intense? Incredible? Life changing?” you suggested helpfully, and he snorted a laugh. “I was going to say unexpected, but those work too.”

You brought your clean hand up to his throat, running your thumb over the dark bruises you had left just below the line of his collar. "I'm afraid I've made quite a mess," you said, "I'm sorry." And you were, now that the bitter sting of jealousy had faded and you had returned to your senses.

"Don't be. I don't know if you could tell but I rather liked it," Nikolai grinned, "and besides, I've made a mess of you too, so I'd say we're even."

"I suppose that's true," you agreed, bringing your hand up to your mouth. Your tongue snaked out to gently lap the remains of his release from your fingers and he groaned, scrubbing a shaky hand across his face. “You’re trying to kill me,” he accused and you laughed as you leaned in to kiss him. Nikolai pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss but keeping it sweet and unhurried.

"Give me a moment to recover and I'll repay the favour," he promised.

#nikolai lantsov #nikolai lanstov x reader #nikolai smut #shadow and bone #grishaverse #Zoya is my queen but not in this fic #i would die for this man #jealousy #possessiveness #plot what plot

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iwanomono · 10 months ago

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Prompt #1: Steer

Prompt #1: Steer Somewhat before ShB and timey whimey timeline that was eventually pruned off.

“I’ve been watching you… You and her are not too different. She would have understood.” He glided around the young Hyur woman.

She was no taller than Elidibus. Her white and black attire would have given the orange hair young woman away as an Ishgardian citizen. And yet she was dressed in highhouse justacorps like the young young men do. This young summoner would have caused quite a scandal in Ishgard.

“Fooouuu…….” He ignored the growling carbuncle at her feet, it was a strange little thing, not as luminescent as regular carbuncle goes. The weak little fluffy thing seemingly reminded him of Elidibus.

“Do you not wish to take back what was once lost? To return to the life that you had before? Ordinary? Mundane? Happy?” He had her attention and it made him wonder how similar was she to him?

All that he managed to discover were but bits and pieces, but that was enough to draw her into his web.

“Do you not wish for your dear friend to have a chance at that normal life too? And the chance to bring her family back?”

He smiled, offering a hand to young woman despite the mistrust of her team and that annoying archer tracking him with his arrows. They were of no concern to him for they defer to her.

“I can teach you.”

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Note - Don’t know where this would go but the mirrors and parallels of FGO and FFXIV had been bugging me ever since Olympus’s(NA) Wodime godhood reason monolouge and Varis’s alliance parley reason for maybe godhood speech happened within days of each other. .

And Emet, Hylnyan and Gudako ran amok with the whole – hero of one story is the villain of another. Still in Tuliyollal vacation mode soo… I don’t exactly have new stories from Hylnyan. And she doesn’t want Gudako squatting on her blog.

#FFXivWrite2024 #FFxivWrite #Book 5 - Shadowbringers #FGO X FFXIV #Gudako was here #Way too much FGO and FFXIV later #the hero of one game is the villain of the other #Way too much FGO #Writing by the Seat of my Pants #all my words are belong to prompt and general plot

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toadeyes-miqote · 2 years ago

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FFxiv Write 2023 Master list

Had not done continuous chapters in years. Took on this challenge to use some of the notes, partially done fics, scene descriptions in my notebooks. Had to go short story and summary/narrative (?) format due to lack of of a coherent chapter transition point and there being other little scenes in between those as well -_-'

If anything I cleared out a good chunk of my notes. Though some like Mor Dhona Days(ARR, EW 6.0 and 6.1) and Road to recovery stuff(EW between 6.0 and 6.1) still have bits and pieces coming out of the woodwork -_-'

Prompt #1: Envoy - An unused piece of Post EW timeline that involves traveling through Orthard with Hylnyan, Thancred, G'raha and Estinien Prompt #2: Bark - Post EW timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming for mounts and a mount story Prompt #3: Extra Credit - Feathers. Post EW timeline but HW Vanu tribal quest related Prompt #4: Off the Hook - Taking Inventory 2 got transcribed. Hylnyan and Thancred's relationship Prompt #5: Barbarous - Timeline in mid EW, someone remembers Hylnyan all the way from end ARR as one of eight

Prompt #6: Ring - ShB 5.3 onwards Hylnyan from the POV of a dungeon support NPC's POV. Consider to be after Shed prompt Prompt #7: Noisome - EW dungeon run thing and a Miqo'te hunter Prompt #8: Shed - ShB post 5.3. My take on his mindset I guess Prompt #9: Fair - Mid HW between Awakening in Ul'dah and Into the Aery. short story for a thing that happened in Gpose Prompt #10: Extra Credit - Envoy. Post ARR, Taking Inventory 4 got transcribed. A very short window of happiness for Thancred. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #11: Once Bitten, Twice Shy - The start of EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series. No she's not as okay as you think she is, that last solo duty took much out of her. Prompt #12: Dowdy - ShB clearly someone expected things to be fanicer with Hylnyan's sense of fashion. What?! Do you not know how puny she is compared to her enemies? Prompt #13: Check - Pre 6.5 EW short. Being delivery Miqo'te, feat Ryne Prompt #14: Clear - Mid EW, Hylnyan's decoy team and the fellow collaborators who knew since mid-late HW Prompt #15: Portentous - Post ARR Thancred and Cid short that finally got transcribed. A Mor Dhona days short

Prompt #16: Jerk - EW end 6.0 that is after Dreamless Sleep series, the Mor Dhona part of Road to reovery. Something ridculous about Housing and the people looking out for Hylnyan since the Bloody Banquet. A Mor Dhona days short. My personal fave. the notes were tame, this one came out silly. The noodle incident is what it is. Prompt #17: Resting this day Prompt #18: A Fish Out of Water - ARR Pray return to NG+ Prompt #19: Weal - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, think about her companions who had to closed in around her, some of them been through this once in ShB Prompt #20: Hamper -EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series, Aetherial Sea Team was suppose to get a short story to replace an earlier one that was scraped

Prompt #21: Grave - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series Prompt #22: Fulsome - ShB musing, Light corruption mindset. That which could have been. Prompt #23: Suit - Post EW timeline but SB Anata tribal quest related Prompt #24: Resting this day Prompt #25: Call it a Day - Post EW Pandemonium timeline, A parody dealing with Tomestone farming. Pandemonium boss spoiler

Prompt #26: Last - 6.4 timeline picking up ShB 5.5 stuff. Literally leveling WHM to clear the quest chain before touching 6.5 MSQ. Prompt #27: Sole - FFXIV short musing about Hylnyan Prompt #28: Blunt - EW end 6.0 Dreamless Sleep series news about the injured Hylnyan travels Prompt #29: Contravention - EW spoiler guest in Binding coil with special guest stars Gudako and Co from FGO and a certain missing Catdude who's story never got told because I'm not ready to play through the time line that he got thrown into. Prompt #30: Amity - EW end 6.0 Closing off the Dreamless Sleep series

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scamanderishredmayniac · 2 years ago

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Newt Appreciation Month!

I was initially planning to take up a challenge for Newt’s birthday month, as it’s Newt’s birthday on the 24th February. I wanted to dedicate this moth to Newt with some prompts, that fans could answer if they so wished to take part in the way they did with Tina’s birthday in August. I wanted to use the same questions, but with Newt’s name and in regards to him instead. I was supposed to make the grid with the questions on it, and have it up today but it seems I’m a little late. I was so preoccupied with another challenge during January, that I didn’t manage to finish it on time. To be honest I’d started ages ago, but I’m queen of procrastination, and always seem to do everything last minute dot com.

So the prompts will come a little later perhaps, or at least the fancy (ok really badly made picture grid) will be posted up a bit later than expected, as I’m still working on it. It’s proving to be a little more trickier than I thought. I’m not as talented as the fbevents page admins who normally host these things. But as you saw not so long ago they are no longer holding events for Fantastic beasts in general and doing things mainly for Tina instead it seems. But I’m determined and want Newt to be celebrated, and I want to do something for his birthday, so I thought if I want to take part in doing something, I’m going to have to be the one to host it myself. Even if I’m the only person doing it, then so be it. My prompts, fan fics, fan art barely get much recognition, so I’m not holding my breath in anyone joining me, because people usually don’t and my things mostly go ignored anyway. But I’m going to do it, and I’m going to celebrate Newt because I still love the Fantastic Beasts films, and want them badly. And I still love Newt and he still holds a special place in my heart.

Anyway I’m going to post the prompts as a list for the time being, so you can all see them, while I make the grid, and if you want to join in, that’d be great. I’d appreciate it. So here are the prompts for this month:

Day 1: Five things you like about Newt

Day 2: The first moment that made you fall in love with Newt

Day 3: Describe Newt in 3 words

Day 4: something you have in common with Newt

Day 5: cutest Newt moment

Day 6: if you could meet Newt, what would you want to say to him? Or do with him?

Day 7: Favourite Newt quotes

Day 8: Favourite Newt moment with Tina

Day 9: Favourite Newt moment with others

Day 10: Favourite Newt moment of all time

Day 11: Favourite Newt none romantic relationship (friends/family etc)

Day 12: Favourite interview about Newt

Day 13: Favourite headcannon about Newt

Day 14: Favourite theory about Newt

Day 15: Favourite Newt AU

Day 16: Favourite Newt costume

Day 17: Favourite Newt’s item/belonging

Day 18: Favourite Newt hairstyle (his hair did look different in each film, so which film hair did you like?)

Day 19: If you could adopt one of Newt’s beasts, what would you chose?

Day 20: A song that reminds you of Newt

Day 21: Favourite Newt merch or wish you could have

Day 22: Favourite fan art

Day 23: Favourite fanfic

Day 24: HAPPY BIRTHDAY NEWT - post a fanfic or fan art for his birthday

Day 25: Favourite fan video edit

Day 26: Favourite graphic/edit/GIFF/aesthetic

Day 27: Top 5 favourite Newt accounts

Day 28: what do you want to see for Newt in Fantastic Beasts 4/ future plot?

You can do this any way you like, draw fan art, write fan fic, share pictures, videos etc, or just a simple answer the question or whatever.

Lastly I’m going to pin this post so I can refer back to it, which means my normal pin with my intro will disappear from the top of the page. Eek! I’ve decided maybe I will pin prompts each time I take part in something maybe. Anyway let’s celebrate Newt for February. We can continue using the usual birthday tag FebulousNewt or if anyone has anything better, then let me know. Because I can’t think of anything creative. Or we can just go with NewtAppreciationMonth.

#newt scamander #Newt appreciation month #Newt’s birthday #celebration #prompts #febtabulousnewt #fantastic beasts

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haztory · 4 years ago

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hi mcdonald’s can i get uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh nanami + “nice tits”

“Nice tits.” from my writing event that ends today!

warnings: adult language and sexual themes, but that’s about it!

a/n: 3k words all for sanju that probably strays from the prompts but its fine bc i love you biiiiitch. thanks to everyone that requested a prompt! they will be out momentarily!!

nanami kento x gn!reader

There’s a universal understanding amongst the adults in the general realm of well-formed maturity and a sense of responsibility that there is no situation to ever exist in which listening to Gojo Satoru’s advice is a viable option.

Much less any advice about love.

“You know,” His voice sings to your left, interrupting the tranquil silence of your office by his surprise warping, “If you needed help in satisfying your urges, you only had to ask. Looking at porn during school hours is a bit of a cry for help, (Y/N).”

“Go away, Gojo.” You reply, hardly perturbed at his unannounced visit and continuing the matter at hand. Your index finger continues its motions, pushing the wheel of the mouse downwards and studying the plethora of Google Search images the float past your eyes on your computer monitor.

Gojo leans his elbow on your desk, perching himself on the left side of your body, “Hey, I don’t judge! I’ve done it once or twice myself. I just always pictured you as more of an ass-person.”

Landing on an appropriate image for your task you click it, enlarging it on your screen. Gojo whistles.

“Now that’s just obscene, isn’t it?”

A finger enters your line of sight, pointing itself obnoxiously at the screen, specifically at the rather large pectoral belonging to that of a male model. An image that is necessary for your study of a new cursed technique that you witnessed on your last excursion with Nobara, and not at all the focus of sexual release as Gojo might insist. Even if they are rather admirable in their size.

You would rather die before ever telling him that, though.

“They should really put a warning on those honkers—”

“Is there a reason you’re bothering me?” You ask bluntly, printing the image and retrieving it from the printer tray beside you.

“I just wanted to see what my second favorite teacher was doing, but never did I think I would catch you in the act of making a shrine to tits, so—”

You roll your head to the left, meeting Gojo’s shit-eating grin with a deadpan stare. With a sigh, you shake your head, “I’m studying.”

Even beneath the blindfold, you can see the waggle in his brows as he props his head on the bent elbow. “Oh suuure.”

Huffing impatiently, you swivel your desk chair to face him, placing a singular finger on his chest to push him back from your immediate space. He only continues to grin in his usual unabashed manner, as though he’s caught you red-handed. It makes you roll your eyes once more.

You didn’t need to explain yourself; it wasn’t like you were doing anything immoral. Sure, staring at a number of pectoral muscles might seem inappropriate to the passing eye, but it was easily explainable.

But as it always is with Gojo, he manages to rub that small part of you that just has to fight back. Fuckin’ prick. “We came across a cursed technique two days ago that targeted the chest. It caused—”

Gojo waves his hand in your face, “Seismic tremors in the pectoral muscles that affected a cursed energy point, yeah, yeah. Nobara told me all about it.”

“If you knew what I was doing why are you making me sound like such a creep?!” You exclaim, kicking his chest with the heel of your shoe. He catches your foot with a laugh, dropping it and holding his index finger upward.

“Because it’s fun to tease you.”

Huffing, you turn back to your monitor and point at the door, “Leave.”

“Oh, come onnn,” He warps in front of your computer, leaning himself over the top of the screen, “I’ve brought you a little gift of knowledge to help your studying.”

Even as he desperately tries to insert his gangly arms into your line of vision, you continue typing into the search bar. Some variations of “pectoral”, “muscles”, and “large men”. For research purposes, of course.

“Oh yeah?” You ask noncommittally, knowing full well the manner in which Gojo dangles his plots of mischief disguised as help, “And what would that be?”

Smiling largely once more, he lets out a giggle, “The larger the muscle, the more potent the attack on the cursed energy.”

Sparing him a quick glance, you mumble, “Doesn’t take a genius to figure that out.”

“No, but it does take a genius to figure out how to reverse the effects.”

He stops the statement there; grin audible in his words. After having spent years in the presence of the obnoxious Gojo Satoru, you already know there’s an ulterior motive to his words, something that is going to bite you in the ass rather aggressively.

And as much as you want to avoid being in the line of fire, especially the one directed by him, you’re simultaneously dying to know where this is going.

You hesitate to ask, but it comes out. Dripping in all of its cautiousness. “And?”

“And it also takes a willing participant to study.” His smile, in all impossibility, became even wider.

“I’m still not getting the picture.”

“A participant with rather large pectoral muscles.”

Oh.

Oh no.

“Someone who would willingly participate for the sake of education.”

Of all the people to have figured out about your (not so) little crush on a fellow sorcerer, it had to be the world’s largest idiot and nuisance. You had to end this, now. Before he does something so irrevocably stupid—

“Shall we go ask Nanami?”

And that’s how you find yourself flushed with absolute mortification, gripping your clipboard with tight knuckles against your chest, wondering how you ever managed to forget the utmost important rule when it comes to Gojo Satoru.

Never listen to him, especially on the matter of love.

Maybe that’s indicative of the state of your crush as a whole, something you should probably pay more attention to, seeing as the minute Nanami Kento was mentioned, you’ve forgotten the extent of logic and reason and followed the whims of Gojo without hesitation.

It’s problematic, horrifying, and ultimately a monumental issue at the moment considering your mouth is as dry as a desert and your brain absolute mush, rendering you completely unable to formulate any words.

“Wow, Nanami,” Gojo shamelessly says, one hand shoved in his pocket as he stands beside your frozen figure, “Nice tits.”

Nanami hums unenthusiastically, unbuttoning the last button on his blue shirt and elegantly removing it from his large, muscular frame. Folding it neatly on the expanse of the couch beside him, he turns his stoic gaze back to you, hardly even concerned about his half-nakedness.

Whereas you felt yourself almost drooling at the revealed expanse of firm muscles peppered with sparse hair. The fact that it was that easy to get to see this, to almost be able to touch it—

Maybe listening to Gojo isn’t a bad idea after all.

“Shall we begin?” Nanami asks, pulling his glasses off of his face with his (large) hands and folding them on top of his shirt. A strand of blond falls onto the front of his face and his gaze trails from the impassive stare at Gojo, to you.

And by all that is sweet and holy you swear that you’ve ascended to an ethereal plane and before you sits an angel waiting to take you to the pearly gates. No longer stares a man unamused at the teasing of the white-headed idiot beside you, but instead a celestial being with a body made of pure stone and dare you say, looking at you with a tenderness in his gaze that was absent only a moment before.

An elbow digs into your side, pulling you rather dramatically out of your stupor and towards the smug grin of the man beside you.

“Well?” Gojo asks, “If you’re not going to touch him, I will.”

“Thank you, Gojo, but I can take it from here,” You all but hiss, pushing him once more away from your body, accompanying the action with a pointed glare. Beginning a backward trek towards the door, he holds his hands up in surrender.

“Alright, alright. I can see when I’m not wanted. I’ll be back in half an hour.”

Opening the door and stepping out of it, he halts, turning his head to look over his shoulder and says, voice coated in that familiar tone of teasing, “Remember to use condoms, lovebirds!”

He shuts the door quickly, hardly giving you a chance to spear your ire at his retreating figure, but you have half a mind to chase him down the hall when you hear his echoing laughter ring out.

An awkward silence settles between you and the man of your horrid fascination that not even an uncomfortable laugh can ease. Clearing your throat and trying to remember your sense of professionalism, you straighten your shoulders and take a deep breath, facing the handsome man with a confidence that was growing incredibly difficult to face.

“I’m going to touch you. For research. Your chest, specifically.”

In a move you’ve never quite seen before, Nanami sheds that formidable air of quiet stoicism and lets a small smile grace the features of his face. It gently pushes against the corners of his mouth and his bare shoulders move the slightest bit with the exhalation of his amused breath.

“For the tremors in the pectoralis.” He says, leaning his body to rest against the backing of the couch, straightening his legs wearing their usual tan slacks to rest naturally in the position and hands folding in his lap.

You gulp. “Y-yes.”

“I read your report.”

“You did?”

“I always do,” With his eyes still trained upon yours you can see them widen a bit at the realization of what he’s said as if that were an intimate detail he hadn’t meant to make you aware of. He quickly brings his fist up to his mouth, clearing his throat, “You are one of the few sorcerers here that fill them out correctly. I learn a great deal from your detailing. It’s… very helpful. You’re very thorough.”

Blinking repeatedly, you only nod at the compliment. Despite wanting to combust internally at the growing flames that burn inside of you, you take a step forward. Then another until, in an unforeseen reversal of circumstances, you’re towering over the man of great strength and respect. The man you’ve admired for the longest time.

The man that continues to stare at you with a softness you’ve never seen him reveal before.

You can see the spattering of freckles that have intricately placed themselves over his broad shoulders resembling that of an artistic constellation and the delicious protruding of his biceps, great in mass yet telling of his of strength as your try to conservatively trail your eyes over his torso.

He’s beautiful, incredibly so. Baring himself to you in this way only affirms that.

“Thank you,” you breathe out, and it’s more intimate than you intended it to be, but truthfully, it’s as fitting a phrase as it can be considering the proximity and the intensity behind his stare.

It’s all you can give him without crumbling at his feet. Placing your fingertips against his shoulder, you gently push him back, silently instructing him to lay on the couch. He follows suit like the dutiful sorcerer he is.

“I’ll just be examining the way in which your cursed energy extends from your chest. It shouldn’t hurt, but if you feel uncomfortable, just let me know.”

He hums once more from his supine position on the couch. Despite being much larger than the couch allows, he hardly looks uncomfortable. Only watches the way in which you press your fingers into his chest, pushing into his muscle and slowly massaging your finger in a circle. You circle around the left side, trailing around the outer edge of the muscle and above the rib cage, stopping and pressing rather firmly when you feel a surge in an energy presence beneath the skin. Almost on the center of his chest.

You snort a quiet laugh when you realize where it is.

“Should I be worried?” His deep timbre vibrates your indented fingers drawing your focus to his interested stare. He looks relaxed, the usual crease between his brow hardly recognizable. A stark refute to the question he posed.

You quickly shake your head, smiling growing wryer, “No, not at all. I just… think it’s funny that your energy presence is strongest where your heart is.”

Nanami quirks an eyebrow, “Isn’t that the same for everyone?”

“Would it be much of a surprise if I told you Gojo’s comes from his mouth?”

Nanami rolls his head, a breathless laugh exhaling as he stares at the ceiling. “No, I guess it wouldn’t.”

“Everyone has a different point from which their energy roots itself. Each one gives a different feeling of sorts. It doesn’t really mean much in terms of power and technique, but it is noticeable. You have an overwhelming presence as is, I just…” Your shoulders drop with a sigh, one stemming desperately from loving admiration and instead try to disguise as just an exhalation, “…never realized it came from there. Kind of fitting if you ask me.”

His brows furrow in contemplation, unsure if whether he could accept the statement. Unsure of whether it was a fitting examination or compliment for him. He must deem it something insignificant of his ponderance because he quickly moves on.

“And yours?” He asks, alight with curiosity, “Where does yours come from?”

You hum, grateful to finally shed the last remnants of awkwardness and engage in the usual friendly conversation you tend to have with him. The brief discussions that always prod a little too close for friendly discovery, but never breach the line of professional respect. That self-imposed limitation that you desperately wish he’ll cross, that this conversation is once again coming toward.

“Take a guess.” Allowing that lilting tease to infiltrate your words, you watch as Nanami adjusts himself on the couch. Bracing his arms against the cushion, he pushes himself into a sitting position and crosses his arms. Trailing his eyes over your seated body next to him, he leaves a burning trail in his wake.

He fixates on your face for a second and your breath hitches, before he travels downward over the column of your neck, then your chest, to your legs. Drinking you in as per your consent and request. Then, he extends his hand. Palm facing upwards in a silent request. You understand.

Placing your own hand in his, he turns your hand upward, allowing full access to the center of your hand and tracing his finger over the lines.

“Your hands. That’s your center.” He says with finality, monotonous but confident. With a small smirk, he looks up at you, “You are a healer after all.”

You give a small nod, “I’m not sure if it comes from my fingertips or my palm, but yeah. My hands.”

Looking back down at your hand in his, he traces the finger in a circle, “Palm. That’s where I feel it the most.”

“What does it feel like?” You ask with a laugh, expecting something asinine and noncommittal considering Yuuji once said your presence felt like a cool wind on a summer’s day and Nobara insists that it feels like a warm shower.

Two entirely opposite feelings, yet somehow categorized in the schema of comfort. You hardly expect Nanami to give something so introspective, nor anything that reveals too much considering the extent to which he tends to maintain the boundary of respect in the conversations of explorations. The kind in which two people teeter on the thin ice of interest, yet never voice it.

And yet, his eyes connect with yours again, and it's entirely too overwhelming for you to process. Too interested, too warm. His face betrays no nervousness nor any hesitation as he stares, entirely convinced that this is what was meant to happen. As though he knew from the moment Gojo asked that it was going to unfold this way.

Like he prepared for it. Like he decided today was the day that he crossed that line.

“Home. Warm and comforting.”

Slow heat the creeps its way up your spine that makes your brain halt thought altogether and sputter intelligently, “Gojo’s kind of feels like… tar. Thick tar. Super gross.”

His hand, large and warm, encompasses your hand once more, lays it flat against his chest to feel both his exuding energy and the steady beat of his formidable heart.

“And mine?” He asks, low and gravelly. Like sweet honey that has you captured entirely, unable to escape. Not like you want to. No, you’d rather drown in this overwhelming redolence than ever live without it.

You don’t even realize your breathing heavily, nor that his face has gotten closer to yours. When did he move there? Did you move there?

Either way, his face is in front of yours, noses almost touching and the compulsion to answer him on the tip of your tongue.

“Addicting,” you whisper.

And then his lips are on yours, molding sweetly into you, and it's everything you have ever imagined it to be. Slow, yet firm. Warm and craving, and you can only fight for more, more, more.

His hand moves to the back of your neck, pulling you in impossibly closer and you place your hands on his bare chest, the great reason as to your current predicament entirely, to steady yourself and your erratic heartbeat. Time seems to slow in the passion of his kiss, and yet when he parts for air, you feel as though you only had him for a second.

All the months of pining could barely make up for that singular moment.

“I’ve been meaning to do that for a while,” He says, leaning his forehead against yours, breath fanning over your aching lips. You scoff in laughter, meeting his smile with one of your own.

So, maybe, just maybe, listening to Gojo wasn’t a bad idea. And maybe, sometimes, he’s right about some things.

“Hey Kento?”

“Yes?”

“You really do have nice tits.”

“Likewise.”

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endlesstwanted · 2 years ago

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StarkBucks Bingo Masterpost

Last year I also participated in the @starkbucksbingo and it's the proper to make a masterpost.

I signed up with the intention of getting into new ships and work with different characters, and I have to say that it's been a blast writing about this two. I got to fill five prompts in four different works, and wrote over 12k words.

This is how my card looks :) All these fills are gathered in this Ao3 collection, and below the keep reading you can find all the information.

Before we start, please keep in mind that there are two stories that can be read as a series (Space’s never been something I’ve liked until now and Tricks you can see), but that's not necessarily. At the same time, there are two fill that belong to the same work, Snowed in surprise: these are the last two prompts and by order, the second chapter in displayed before the first one. Now, to the list!

I1 — Rocket & Groot

Space’s never been something I’ve liked until now | One shot Rating: Teen And Up Audiences | Character: Bucky Barnes, Groot, Tony Stark Summary: Bucky invites Tony to a space trip, and there’s no way he’s saying no to that. Tags: Space Flight, Fluff and Humor, Cuddling & Snuggling Wordcount: 2,274

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41084031

G1 — “Next time we do it my way.”

Record. Stop. Replay. | One shot Rating: General Audiences | Characters: Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, Thor, Tony Stark Summary: Bucky is supposed to record these videos today, but whoever moved next door is making it very difficult. Tony comes as backup. Tags: No Powers AU, Established Relationship, Neighbors, First Meetings Wordcount: 1,834

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43921702

G2 — Multiverse Shenanigans

Tricks you can see | One shot Rating: General Audiences | Characters: Bucky Barnes, Darcy Lewis, Thor, Tony Stark Summary: Tony, Bucky and the Guardians end up in Vanaheim visiting Darcy and Thor. The god suggests playing a game to keep Groot entertained. Tags: Friendship, Games, Team Up, Baby Groot Wordcount: 1,603

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41474988

B3 — Stranded

Snowed in surprise: chapter two | Chapter two in chaptered work Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Summary: The morning after Bucky and Tony are still stranded, but they find something to occupy time with. Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Morning Sex Wordcount: 1,812 (5,298 total)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43742896/chapters/110353212

I3 — Snowed In

Snowed in surprise: chapter one | Chapter one in chaptered work Rating: Explicit | Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Tony Stark Summary: Tony has gotten a cabin in the woods, and he wants Bucky to be the first one to see it. After a nap they wake up surrounded by snow, and it turns out that being around the omega for this long wakes something unexpected in Tony. Tags: Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Established Relationship, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Gentle Sex Wordcount: 3,486 (5,298 total)

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43742896/chapters/109998310

The banners are taken from the bingo card itself, so thanks and credits to the amazing mod team that put it together.

Until next time!

#winteriron #masterpost #starkbucksbingo2022 #marvel fanfic #starkbucks #tony stark #bucky barnes #baby groot #omegaverse #endlesstwanted masterlist

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donutsupremacy · 3 years ago

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"𝐀𝐡𝐡, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬? 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞... 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧?"

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"I normally do Oneshots and some hcs, I also tend to write Character x Character, but rarely. Perhaps some 18+ stuff too, but nothing too spicy as I feel slightly uncomfortable writing anything like that, especially when I have little to no experience in writing. After all, writing is just a little hobby."

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Yandere (The killing type)

Rape (Dub-con is somewhat acceptable if it's vanilla)

"And perhaps much more but my brain cannot think of anymore. I may have no standards, especially my taste in men, but I have morals."

"You are free to request for a Oneshot, so long as it does not violate my rules."

"If any of my fics happen to have a similar plot to yours, I do apologise beforehand. It's most likely possible I wouldn't have known. If you would like me to take down one, provided with your evidence, please don't hesitate to ask (politely)."

"Refrain from bringing anything political anywhere near me. I'm here purely for fun and entertainment, not engage in petty arguements because of my opinions."

The Owner's rules

I use a more vulgar vocabulary when i'm being much less formal (Cursing, dirty jokes, etc.)

I allow criticism, but be more professional if you have any. I don't tolerate any rude behaviour in general.

You're free to curse as long as you're being harmless.

If I have used your artwork, you are free to send a request asking me to take it down, provided you are the original artist/photographer or have evidence of their request

Most of the artwork I use belongs to Hoyoverse, the creators of Genshin Impact.

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About requests

"Depending on the type of request, I may make it my priority and finish it before my current or other drafts. Please include;"

1. Type of genshin character (Singular, poly, a whole region, a specific group or everyone), the more characters there are, the longer it'll take for me to finish and the shorter the fic.

2. Type of fic (Oneshot, hcs, drabbles)

3. Type of genre (Fluff, angst, crackfic, combination), NSFW is still available, but nothing hardcore

4. A scenario or topic (Can be a specific prompt, or general things like comfort or dating)

5. Any specific requests you'd like (Feel free to ask for anything specific; The personality, their genders, anything!)

6. Characters like Klee, Yao yao, Sayu, etc. are strictly platonic, I don't care if their canon ages are 1000+ or whatever, no means no.

7. Reader x Canon or Canon x canon is allowed, I apologise, but I cannot do OC x Canon. I do not do NPCs either

"You are not required to put all 7, but it'll be easier for my sanity and brain."

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My Masterlist (Arranged from Completed to Incomplete | From Angst to Fluff)

♡- Completed

☆- WIP [Prioritised]

[Crossed]- WIP [Not prioritised]

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Genshin Impact

[Character] x Reader

10 Things I hate about you (Scaramouche Oneshot) ♡

╰┈➤ Pt. 2 (2nd Chance) ♡

Withered roses (Diluc Oneshot) ♡

Faceless (Ayato Oneshot) ♡

Qiqi's playdate (Xiao Oneshot) ♡

╰┈➤ (Alternate ending) ♡

Muscle head (Alhaitham Oneshot) ♡

Shut up (Kaeya Oneshot) ♡

Freeze (Chongyun Oneshot) ♡

Pillow (Layla & Ganyu Oneshot) ♡

Furry wars (Thoma Oneshot) ♡

Victory (Wriothesley Oneshot) ♡

The Greatest Toy Salesman in Snezhnaya (Childe Oneshot)♡

Vet visits

The Onikabuto whisperer

Old ties

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[Character] x [Character]

Periodic table | Albecrose (Albedo x Sucrose) ♡

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Specials

Your clue is in my heart (Heizou SMAU) ☆

Christmas mistletoe HCs ♡

Chinese New Year/Lantern Rite Oneshot ♡

Pocky game ♡

╰┈➤ Part 2 ♡

Fluffy ears ♡

6reeze Smut Imagines ♡

Accidental desperation ♡

╰┈➤ Part 2 ♡

Genshin men reacting to S/O accidentally burning their hands ♡

╰┈➤ Part 2 ♡

Stirred away (Albedo SMAU)

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A dedicated section for my beloved husbands Heizou, Lyney and Albedo

Courage (Heizou Birthday Oneshot)♡

Fugitive (Heizou Birthday Oneshot) ♡

Partners in Crime (Heizou Oneshot) ♡

Cat-astrophe (Lyney Oneshot) ♡

Lyney Modern!AU (Confessions + Dating Hcs) ♡

╰┈➤ Part 2

Toothache (Albedo Oneshot) ♡

"Thank you for visitinf, my lovely guest."

#manifestingdonuts

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