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Thank you for the tag 🥺💍💝 @mrsbhandari 💖💍💝

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😶😶Despite this cursed edit, I’ll say good! He’s dead that’s fine by me.

Tagging: @po-theo-to @somin-yin @cryinginthebackseat @aerinspotatosack @jaxsmutsuo @shegrumbles @gamechoices-player @arfeiniel @mals-chesthair @ilike-everything126

Anyone who wants to play you can!

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Is it just me or does it feel like Oliver isn't even a love interest anymore?

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When you see the one prisoner you have a crush on tend the wounds of the other and they start getting too close:

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- SOPHIE HEAWOOD

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I just found your blog and I love your Oliver content! If you’re still doing fics could you do #18 “It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?” Where Oliver is stressing over work related issues and MC has to coax him into bed? 💙💙💙

Thank you so much!!! And I looooove the way you think!💞

18. "It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?"

It was nearing 11 at night when Eden woke up to a cold spot next to her, the room dark and lightly swaying with the movement of the boat. He had said that he would be coming to bed soon, but soon for him meant later for Eden, especially with his father pressuring him for results on the pirate issue that had plagued him. Her feet creaked the wood beneath her as she opened the door and made her way to the empty cabin across the deck, candlelight leaking out of the cracks of the closed door. Despite the ship being relatively old, the hinges stayed silent.

She elected to keep quiet when she walked over to him, his back turned to her and hunched over a map he was studying intently, marking possible routes and caves and islands just as he had been doing for days now.

"...possibly make a stop here for supplies..." he muttered, feet shifting to allow him to reveal another map that he began marking. She knew if she didn't stop this now, the sun would come up before he finally put his pencil down. As quietly as she could, she stepped over to where he stood and wrapped her arms around him, feeling the heat radiate from his torso through the thin linen of his shirt. She pressed her face into his back, counting out his slow heartbeat.

"It's late. Shouldn't you be asleep?" The words were muffled, but still understood.

"I have much work to do," he explained, but he wasn't as quick to make marks on his maps as he was when she first started watching him.

"But it's cold without you, my love." She pressed a small kiss to his spine and began to sway, humming a basic rhythm and gently forcing him to move with her. He gave a wry smile that she couldn't see and obliged her, turning around in her arms. "Will you come to bed?"

"But I--" She silenced him with a kiss and ran her fingers through his hair, softly detangling the locks.

"You're going to be too tired to work in the morning if you don't sleep now. This is important to you, but you can't let yourself get overworked." She tugged on his hand. "Come on."

"Anything for you."

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#40 for Oliver x mc? 💖

Sure! Also sorry that this took so long sidjdjdj

40. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

"So you lied about everything?" Oliver's lip was shaking and she could tell he was about to cry. The compass was in her possession now; all she has to do was touch it and she knew she would be transported back to the future. However, despite everything she had to look forward to...she was hesitant.

"Not everything, Oliver." He was sitting on the bed, his head in his hands. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

He looked up and have her a hard look. "You could have told me."

"And said what? That I'm a time traveler?" Her voice got louder, but he didn't flinch. "Oliver, you can barely believe me now. You definitely wouldn't have believed me then."

"Well, what are you going to do now? Go back to the future? Forget about everything here?" He stood, towering over her and making her take a step back.

"I don't know!" Her hands shook, running desperately through her hair. Her next words were whispered. "I don't know."

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*opens tumblr and clicks on the playchoices tag*

the playchoices tag:

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Maybe pb should’ve used the 6 week hiatus oh 2 literally just took to unfuck up the direction this book has gone

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WHY ARE YALL SO MAD WE WANT NONE WHITE CHARACTERS TO BE TREATED THE SAME AS THE WHITE ONE? WHY???

WHY ARE YALL SO MAD WE WANT PB TO BACK UP THEIR WORD WITH ACTIONS SINCE THEY CLAIM TO CARE SO MUCH ABOUT DIVERSITY?

WHATS THE FUCKING ISSUE YALL HAVE WITH PEOPLE OF COLOR?

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I thought the plot of The Royal Heir couldn't get any worse. Apparently Pixelberry took that as a challenge.

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Okay...WOW.. this is absolutely positively AMAZING!!! THANK YOU FOR WRITING THIS AMAZING WORK! ♥️ And thanks for the tag as well!

Ashes and Embers―Chapter 1: Nothing But Dust

AO3 | Table of Contents

Pairing: Aerin Valleros/Iliana Nightbloom (Blades MC)

Fic Summary: In the wake of the Shadow Court’s defeat, the Old Gods call and darkness rises.

Chapter Summary:  Months after the infamous battle of the Shadow Realm, Aerin Valleros continues to live out his sentence in the palace dungeons with an unexpected companion and Iliana Nightbloom returns home at last.

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“Before there were humans, orcs, and elves―before there was Light―there was a great, impenetrable darkness. And in that darkness lived the Old Gods.”

“Hm, yes. The Old Gods,” Aerin Valleros mused aloud, cradling the tome in his lap as he carefully flipped through the pages with nimble fingers, his spine pressed against the cold stone wall of his cell.

He was dressed in threadbare, plain cotton clothes. His hair, an unruly tangle of dark curls sat unadorned by the gaudy circlet of sparkling gold that had weighed upon his head for years. The crown had once been a bane, a marker that perpetually reminded him that although he was a prince, he would forever remain in his brother’s shadow. That no matter what he did or how kind he was to his people, he could never erase the years of ignorance and injustice that secretly characterized the Valleros dynasty for centuries.

Now that the marker of his title had disappeared, along with the title itself, Aerin was not quite sure if he was relieved or infuriated. Relieved because he was no longer constantly reminded of the family that had been content to forget him, but furious because he had come so close to stepping into his own, not as the young Valleros prince, but the King of Shadows.

“There is no clear consensus on what these Gods looked like, what they did, or by what code they abided. Nevertheless, the one thing that all accounts do agree on is that they were as great as they were terrible.”

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aerin looks like every basic timothée chalamet looking white boy and that's why i love him, because that is my taste in men :/

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am i drawing this gremlin with no fashion taste at 5am? i sure am babes 😌