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Courting~ Natsu Dragneel Alpha Headcanon

❖ Fairy Tail, Natsu Dragneel x gender neutral reader

❖ Headcanon, Possible future series, fluff

❖ Tw: none~

❖ wc: 1045

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This is a alpha beta omega au~ Reader is assumed omega in this but you are free to decide for yourself~

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To begin, to make this easy let us establish this Dragon Slayer is an alpha. If you did not know you might suspect he was a beta with how he is so careless and goofy. Not your stereotypical stern tough guy alpha.

Natsu doesn’t care if you see him as an alpha or not, and he doesn’t care if someone doesn’t believe he’s an alpha. His status as a dragon slayer and member of Fairy Tail is his pride not something decided by birth or gender. Gender, who cares about that, are you strong or funny or nice? Thus goes his priorities.

So needless to say he’s not really into the whole, he has to court you by rules xyz due to his secondary gender. He’s going to court you how he believes a dragon slayer and guild member (because you will be adopted into Fairy Tale if you're not in it already) should be treated.

It might have taken him a long while to realize he wants to court you though. At first he just knew he liked being around you, and isn’t that enough? Spending life going on adventures and laughing together are most important to him. 

Once or twice he feels like frowning or growling when he sees someone get really close to you. Not just proximity wise because he too is a skinship with all the friends kind of person. But seeing someone attempt to get close to you romantically or emotionally and nudge him aside and out of frame? He doesn’t understand why but it burns him up inside.

I hate to say it but he tries to train it off, or just cling onto you and insist on starting a job right now. No he hasn’t picked one and yes it might be midnight but it's the perfect time to start a quest! No really-

He may go and confide in Master or Mira Jane. He knows he may get teased for it but he can’t figure these emotions out, and it's imperative to him to know because it's becoming stronger. His anger (its jealousy), his thoughts about you, why your scent is smelling sweeter and sweeter to him, all of it.

Bless this poor boy's soul because he really couldn’t figure out why he was “hungry” when he smelled your scent. He thought he needed to eat more food or fire because we don't eat friends. Thankfully they explained it's a physical and emotional longing to be closer with you.

This was not his first birds-and-bees talk but it was the one that made him realize he wanted you, and without them having to say more Natsu realized he wanted you as his mate.

Thankfully he does know from seeing others do it, although he thought it stupid at the time, the basics on how to court someone

His heart cannot take this he's so jittery and happy as he bounds up to you, if it's night time he may have broken in but that's okay! To hand you some hand picked flowers and a snack. He’s pretty forward about this, not subtle on starting the courting process. 

“Why? Because I want you to be my mate partner too of course!” Queue big happy grin

Lucy has helped him go shopping several times for you, blankets for your now shared nest. Food gifts galore.

No seriously everywhere you go, and you go to all places together now unless you ask for some space. He gets you food.

You looked away for two seconds and he disappeared. Don't worry he’ll be back in ten minutes with something scrumptious for you. 

If he has to go on a mission without you, or if you decide to take some time to yourself, expect a small little sweet or scone to be placed on your desk or in your hands. They are often a shade of pink, or dragon themed so you’d think of him.

Not huge on you wearing his clothes, with the exception of his scarf. He adores seeing you in it before he started courting you because he hadn’t realized yet, now he is obsessed wrapping it around you both as you cuddle. Or do anything for that matter.

Natsu did realize it's not practical while walking only after clotheslining you once…or twice…

He is super attentive to your needs, perhaps not romantically, but he knows you’re hungry before you do. 

Shivering? Not around him he knew to warm you before you knew you were chilled.

Tired, and he somehow has drafted you for a cuddle and nap session or has told the other guild members to go away so you can nest in a corner where he can keep an eye and make sure you are safe

Guild member pissed you off, he’s already squaring up to fight with you

You are feeling needy? He's right there giving you a hug

It all stems from his fighting experience funnily enough. He’s gotten really really good at reading body language because of it and he has yours down to an art form.

Natsu is strong and independent despite his love of skinship and kinship. However he will always be longing to be just a little bit closer to you and his gifts sometimes reflect as much.

Never in his life before would he have wanted to buy a massage, but here he is getting vouchers for couples massages. He heard about it from Elfman and it was a lightbulb moment.

Matching funny hats at the amusement park

Small little quirky dates to places to do things together, like making matching earrings. Or a food tour of a town together, quality time is his utmost number one gift and treasure. It's the best thing you can give him too, volunteer to spend time together and he is over the moon.

This goes without saying but Natsu is above all else, protective. You are strong or weak, it doesn't change this, he will fight god and anyone who looks down on you or tries to hurt you. Even if it's a guildmate in a pre ordained face off, someone will need to hold him back. You are too precious to him to risk losing, so please stay by his side forever.

[aziraphales-library]

The requests for Christmas fics have started to come in... far, far too late. Remember folks, it takes us months to answer asks and then they're in the queue for a while before publishing.

Luckily this blog is a resource, not simply an ask blog. We already have a #christmas tag you can check for fics we've recommended before!

As a little bonus, here are a few new fics from this year...

City Of Blinding Lights by ShadesOfDeviant (G)

“Well, I sometimes—that is to say—I often considered an early evening walk round the area to see the lights quite the romantic endeavour. Arm in arm under the glow of the fairy lights, I even have a route planned out for should I ever get the chance to go.” “Should you ever get the chance?” Crowley snorts in a way that would be unattractive to almost anyone other than Aziraphale before he folds his newspaper in half and then half again, and casually tosses it onto the coffee table beside him. “You need to be a bit more subtle when you’re aiming for a temptation angel.” He adds with a quick wink before he rolls up onto his feet. AKA: Aziraphale has always wanted to go on a romantic evening walk round London to see all the Christmas lights. Now free of Heaven & Hell and able to openly express his feelings for Crowley, Aziraphale can't think of a better time to implement a plan nearly 40 years in the making.

A Dream Is A Soft Place To Land (may we all be so lucky) by randomramblingsofme (T)

Crowley feels as if the universe won't let him get his feet back under him. He has no plan, is juggling two jobs, coping with chronic pain from an old injury, expertly (so he thinks) hiding a raging crush on the bookseller across the street, and he is currently covered in tree sap. But things could be worse. For example, he could forget all about the Whickber Street Christmas party being hosted by said crush until five minutes beforehand. Oh shit. --- Modern AU, Barista Crowley/Bookseller Aziraphale

Eggnog and Effervescence by RepQueen15 (T)

Crowley turned so as to be able to watch the rest of the movie, and his ear pressed against Aziraphale’s thigh. He felt the angel tremble a little, as though this weren’t just some small service to him either, though that was nothing short of ridicule. Or perhaps…? No. This was just Aziraphale being his perfect, soft self. Though maybe, just maybe, Crowley wasn’t the only one who needed a little more physical contact in his life. *** Crowley and Aziraphale spend a quiet Christmas Eve putting up fairy lights, getting tipsy on eggnog, watching ridiculous Christmas movies and... cuddling.

Here’s a Hand (My Dearest Friend) by perilit (T)

Wherein Crowley allows himself to be comforted in the days leading up to the Christmas holiday, and repays with some comforting of his own.

I’m Dreaming of a Light (and Dark) Christmas by cheeseplants (T)

Aziraphale had begun plotting his revenge a few days after the encounter with the man he had begun to refer to as the demon in his head. Not that he was a vengeful person. He was a good and righteous person who believed it was important to bring light into people's lives. Lights, in fact. Several of them. _______ Two shopkeepers with very different ideas about Christmas battle it out on Whickber Street to create the most extravagant Christmas lights in London. But when the lights go out, they start to find they may have more in common than they first thought. An enemies to lovers human-AU Christmas decorations feud!

If the Fates Allow by catherineland (T)

Crowley makes a shocking discovery: Aziraphale claims to hate Christmas. Crowley’s new mission is to show his angel what he’s been missing.

- Mod D

[cafeleningrad]

No, I don't think that RGU "subverts fairy tale narratives". On the contrary. I don't know how intentional the writing was on the writer's part but RGU's themes, structure, and resolution are much closer aligned to the Grimm-fashion fairy tales than the manicured opening sequence might make the viewer believe. At some points they do conciously reference fairy tales whilst alos having a good grasp on it's story contents. In fact, the opening sequence is less accurate about fairy tales than the actual plot of RGU.

Anyhow, actually a quick rambling how many fairy tale motives are in Utena. some referenced to, some overtly named, some just by my personal associciation:

The only fairy tale where the story is actually changed is Sleeping Beauty. There the visual reference is extremely strong with the duel plattform (a tower) being hidden in a forbidden forest, surrounded by thorns and roses, a princess waiting/sleeping (in her coffin) on a bed of roses. But unlike in the tale, the princess isn't woken up by the whimse of the prince but is allowed to choose if she even wants to wake up. [By the way, here's an essay comparing the pschycological literary interpretation of (The contemporary reading of) Sleeping Beauty with RGU.]

On the theme of girl locked away in a tower: Rapunzel come to my mind. Indeed Rapunzel loves her prince but he's also her co-conspirator as well as mean to escape her captivity. Their scheming is interrupted, both get horribly injured while attempting to escape. They both wnader around for a long time until their finally find each other. Scarred, they still are deeply happy to have found each other once more.

One OST track is titled "Bluebeard's castle". So fitting to be played in Akio's tower. The titular Bluebeard appears at first charming. Yet his bride discovers his secret chamber of previously killed women, relaizing what a monster her once so enarmoured husband is. It's a fairy tale beginning with a slight snese of unease, building up dread the longer the bride resides in the castle. What a perfect association for Akio's facade and body count of abuse.

The next Bluebeard in the making, Touga explicitly compares Utena with "the golden Goose"; In which every one tries to rip out the bird's golden feathers, creating a gigantic queue of greed. Even though Touga most likely wants to compare Utena to something precious worth exploiting, his comparison misses how the goose's doing finally made a princess laugh, and none actually was able to rip out the precious gold feathers.

Speaking of animals... In an conversation during which Nanami has a hard time naming her ever growing distress towards Touga's and her relationships, one statue in the background switches in the form of the "Musicians of Bremen". Nanami carriesway more animal associations than even Anthy. In fact Nanami turning into a cow is her being treated as domestic labour animal. In "The musicians of Bremen", labour animals are to be slaughtered after they can't labour anymore. So they flee their circumstances, band together (heh), and find a new home as band of misfits. Whereas the statue is a string of visual warnings about Nanami's dangerous situation, it gives me hope, that Nanami might, like the Bremen musicians, escape to a not glamorous but future full of support and friendship.

Last association coming to my mind. This is an entire free-falls association but with so many Utena-Nanami-paralles, why not make an animal comparison, too? Utena reminds me so much of the "Puss in Boots". Not destined to be anything but a cat, anything but a girl, she puts on clothing that shoul dnot be hers. It suits her quiet well. Yet the puss does it's deeds to help out their master who gave her the boots. They trick an evil magician with nothing but cleverness and ligt up their master into fortune. Utena doesn't help out of thanksfulness yet, like the cat, she does act out of care and adoration for the rose bride, and triumphs over a sinister figure that seemed once so overly powerful. LIke the wizard turning himself into a mouse, Akio turns out to not be overly powerful but actually a scared manchild who refuses to grow up, and actually isn't the allmighty figure he paints himself to be.

[Bonus: Saionji as the frog prince. Very serious analysis. Even though the popular image is one of a princess kissing a frog, and him turning into a prince, the actual tale is... not so gentle. The frog asks the princess to take hiom with her, in return to giving her back the ball that actually belongs to her. The princess feels humiliated having to play-act a romantic dinner scene at the frog's demands to sit on her side and be fed. Her protests are overruled by her father reprimanding her to hold her promise towards the frog. (Anthy mentioning how Akio is more like her father to her.) But the princess has her fill with the impertinent frog, throws him against a wall, and there: He becomes a prince. The parallels between Saionji getting beat up like a punching bag until he finally chills (somewhat) down are almost too obvious. Also, the frog and him share the colour green.]

In general, fairy tales often feature disempowered protagonists, often young women, most of the time they aren't even royalty. The protagonists often survive the most dire consequences by cleverness, resourcefulness but also their kindness to strangers - not raw power or powerful magic. I've no idea why people claim that retellings are "dark", "misbehaving", or "adult" because not only is it inaccurate to whom fairy tales were told, but even in format of children's publications, fairy tales are incredibly dark already. Children's fears of abusive parents, being neglected, mistrateatment, poverty, the world being scary being forsaken by mistakes by those who were supposed to care for the child, domestic violence, even incestuous abuse do feature in fairy tales - however, the protagonists survive the most dire of straits. Even if hurt in the process, they surivive, and "lived happily ever aftere". It's a faint, promise that they found happiness anyway. How similar it rings with "someday we will shine". If these common elements don't ressemble Utena's journey, and the circumstances of her friends, i don't know what else would bear a stronger ressemblance.

Apart from Anthy's and Akio's vague connection to godhood, and allegory, none of the kinds is special. Utena is a classic fairy tale orphan child, no special parentage, only her role as protagonist follows her fending off the darkness around her.

[couldtransitionsaveher]

RAPHAEL HAMATO from TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES (2012)

JUSTIFICATIONS:

"raph is an interesting case to me. she's a teenager that has immense struggles with emotional regulation and keeping positive relationships with people, has a lot of pent up feelings and has a lot of issues that REALLY aren't helped by the events of the show, and hides/is defensive about her less typically masculine interests. she's been compared to the princess from super mecha robo force at some point, and dressed as a fairy princess one halloween. raph has been surrounded by guys all her life, having never met a woman in person until she turned fifteen, so she's got a rather toxically masculine mindset (pretty common for teen boys, unfortunately). however this issue is less prevalent around said girl (april)... though this might just be because we don't see them together too often (which really sucks imo, i wish their dynamic was explored more, especially after requiem). but like. she softens around mona, too! (the way raph lifts her leg up in that cutesy little way when they do that nose kissy thing is just so ashdfdjhsiudsi) i'm not the best at explaining my throughts but like idk man. i just think raph's life would've been improved if she was allowed to be a girl. it wouldn't changed the fact she and her brothers have been traumatised beyond beleif, but it'd alleviate some of the pain. it's not great to deal with crushing trauma AND identity issues at the same time. i see a bit of myself in her tbh (if nine year old me had the chance to watch tmnt 2012 i probably would be a lot better off in present day tbh!!) she also has a body swap episode which is inherently trans to me. literally trapped in the wrong body for an episode. (plan 10 my beloved)" - @miahasahardname

"i saw a reply to an ask that state that she's already in the queue, but i would like to give my two cents while there's still time. i believe 50% of her problems could be solved by transitioning. it wouldn't fix her entirely, she has been through a LOT over the course of the series, but i feel it could help with some of her anger issues. my precious fairy princess who acts so tough but is so vulnerable... also, she and april are queerplatonic trans lesbians to me." - Anonymous

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hello!! i had the pleasure of writing a fic for @hammerbonk for the @winter-sekai-gift-exchange !!

she requested AnHane and something from her unit shuffle AU (which is incredible, go check it out!) , so i hope i did both of these things justice! :D

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," An sighs. She still doesn't believe this is happening. Even after a 45 minute train ride and a short walk to the convention center, she stands in a queue for a concert. An idol concert, nonetheless.

"Oh, lighten up Shiraishi! Keep your mind open to new experiences! I imagine this will be fun!" Rui smiles almost devilishly down at her. She grimaces back.

An is trying to keep an open mind, she swears. It's just hard since she hasn't been to an event this scale since renouncing street music.

"Ah, it's our turn!" Hinomori is smiling. Even Asahina looks less depressed than normal. Maybe this will be a good thing.

An was wrong. Oh god, she was so, so wrong. This is awful. The entire space is decked out in pink, sugary decor. The lights are blazing and the air is ridiculously humid. And all the people. There were so many people, more than An had ever seen in her life. Of course these girls that gave Asahina the tickets had to be famous.

Speaking of Asahina, she looked to be doing just as well as An was feeling. Her normally blank-staring face was twisted into an expression of anxiety and disgust. The things she must endure for her kouhai, An mused, must be pretty tame compared to this. Rui and Hinomori, on the other hand, seemed to be having the time of their lives. An had always known the two of them to be familiar with the idol industry, as Hinomori used to be a victim of it, and Rui had been hyperfixated on it for quite some time.

However, none of the others' opinions had any bearing on An herself. She decided to check the time. A quick glance at her phone told her it was 3:15, and the show started at 4:00. There was still a good 45 minutes before the show started. Maybe she should learn a little bit about this idol group. Just so she could put names to faces, or... something like that.

Instagram was as good of a place to start as she could think of. Opening the search bar, she grabbed the ticket back out of her pocket to check the name of the group. 'SUGARSMILE'.. Probably another one of those factory-made pink girl groups, An guessed.

As usual, she was right. Pastels and fairy decor covered the posts on the page. However, the pinned post's first slide was labeled group introduction. This should have some more general info about the group, right?

After clicking on it, the post opened to a group picture of what An assumed to be the group's members. Two girls with pink hair, two girls with blonde hair, and blinding smiles on all four. They were very pretty, as expected of girls in the idol industry.

The next slide was a little bio about one of the pink haired girls. Her name was Emu, and she was regarded as the leader of the group. The pictures of her on the slide depicted her as being incredibly energetic and fun-loving. This was most likely the girl who gave Asahina the tickets, as she regularly described the kouhai as a 'little whirlwind.'

On the next slide was, frankly, one of the prettiest girls An had seen in a long time. Her name was Kohane. Her blonde hair and shy smile had An wrapped around her finger almost immediately.

How could a girl be this cute, An wondered. Before long, she was looking to see if this girl had her own account, separate from the group one. She did. An spent the next few minutes looking through it, suddenly way more excited to see the show.

♫⋆｡♪ ₊˚♬ ﾟ.

Kohane was nervous, to say the least. It wasn't like anxiety was an abnormal thing for her, but today it seemed much worse. It was their first solo show, and to top it off, Emu had invited Asahina-senpai. If she hadn't already been nervous, this knowledge would have set her off even more.

Speaking of Emu, she was bouncing off the walls, as normal. The other members of their group, Airi and Saki, were stretching in the middle of the green room. Airi was directing Saki, making sure she was properly stretched out to avoid injury. All four of them had warmed up together earlier, but with Saki's history of injury and hospitalization, it never hurt to be careful. Kohane had been invited to join in, but when Airi noticed her anxious state, she was advised to simply take it easy until showtime.

This was not Airi's first rodeo, and it definitely showed. Kohane knew her senpai had been in the idol industry before joining SUGARSMILE, but hadn't realized how much experience she had. It was comforting to know they had someone who knew what they were doing to help them along.

Before long, Kohane had calmed down a bit. Sure, she was still nervous, but it was a good kind of nervous. The kind that makes you excited to do your best. It was showtime soon, and she finally felt ready.

At last, it was showtime. Their set was a simple six songs, one picked by each of the girls and their two group debut songs. Opening with Newly Edgy Idols, then From Tokyo, Parasol Cider, Flyer, The Theme of the Niccori Survey Team, and ending with The World Hasn't Even Started Yet. Kohane was confident in her vocals and dancing, so it was up to her to add some audience interactions and flair.

Entering the stage was an experience in itself. The room was dark except for the stage lights and the glow sticks that some of the audience held. As soon as Airi and Emu took their first steps onto the stage, the audience erupted into cheers. She and Saki followed behind, taking their spots for the music to start.

"More, more!" Airi started the song off strong, like always.

"More, more!" Emu echoed.

"More, more!" Kohane sang.

"More, more!" Saki followed.

Their dance moves were in sync as the song continued, Kohane feeling more and more confident as it went. She finally felt like she could do this! She turned her gaze out to the audience, scanning the crowd. The song ended and she struck her final pose, giving the audience a wink.

She caught the eye of someone in the audience. A girl with blue hair and amber eyes, standing next to.. was that Asahina-senpai? Ah, whatever, that wasn't important. This girl was so beautiful, and she was looking at Kohane like she had hung the stars and moon in the sky.

Kohane was in love at first sight.

[goblininawig]

Death & Mischief, Part 2

This is one of two short pieces I wrote for Death Appreciation Week, hosted by @orionsangel86 , about two times that Death of the Endless and Loki of Asgard crossed paths.

Death and Mischief At the World's Fair

Once every hundred years, Death of the Endless becomes human. On this day in May 1893, she is Daisy Smith, a visitor to the World’s Columbian Exhibition, better known as the Chicago World's Fair. But she's not the only immortal being present that day.

~600 words | Rated T | a03 link

Includes spoilers for Loki, Season 2

Tags: Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Episode: s02e03 1893 (Loki TV), Death Becomes Human for a Day, Historical References, Canon Compliant, Random Encounters, Short One Shot

Daisy chatted excitedly with her cousins, who flanked the smaller girl as they rode the Intramural Railway at the World’s Columbian Exhibition. Charlotte and Beatrice had not, until waking up that morning, had a cousin Daisy. Reality rearranged itself to allow Death of the Endless to become human for a day, once every hundred years. Today she was Daisy Smith, visiting her Chicago relatives so she might see the fair.

Her aunt and uncle sat behind them. It had already been an exciting day, and they were resting their feet as the sounds of brass bands wafted in from the surrounding park. Their little group disembarked at the next station and proceeded to the domed Palace of Fine Arts, where they wandered happily through the galleries, viewing art from masters all over the world.

After stopping for refreshments, they paid a visit to the Chinese Village. Daisy was staring at the red and gold replica of a Potala temple when her attention was drawn to a pair of white gentlemen who were softly arguing nearby.

“I told you: legwork. That requires walking…observing. This time and place is all we've got to go on. So we keep looking until we find a clue,” asserted the shorter man, who had gray hair and a thick mustache beneath his brown fedora.

The taller man, with had dark hair, a green silk tie, and a grumpy expression at odds with the other fair-goers, retorted, “Mobius, do you really think we’ll just stumble across Renslayer if we walk far enough? Because that’s not going to happen.”

“Daisy!” called her aunt, waving her to join them. “Come along, dear. We’re going inside.”

The curious little girl hurried after her relatives, leaving the mysterious men to their argument.

As night fell, all the park lights came on, the fairgrounds seemed even more impressive. Her aunt and uncle were ready to leave, but Daisy, supported by her cousins, begged to ride enormous Ferris Wheel first. The adults capitulated, and they joined the queue.

When they were on board, Daisy pressed close to the wall of the enormous glass carriage, it turned and rose enough for the next carriage to fill with passengers. Finally, their carriage was at the apex of the enormous wheel, and the gleaming lights of the "White City" twinkled down below her.

“Can you believe this is real?” she asked her cousins. “It’s like being in a fairy tale.”

Their carriage turned around the wheel, suddenly showing Daisy a veiw of the two men she’d heard arguing near the temple. They were in the next car with a mustachioed, bespectacled Black gentleman with them. Most shockingly, a white woman in a strange costume was attacking them. Daisy and the other passengers facing the nearby car all gasped and exclaimed over the exchange. Bursts of green light, like some sort of magic trick, kept appearing and disappearing.

“Is it a show?” Charlotte asked.

“I don’t think so,” Daisy replied. “They seem in earnest.”

The commotion ended as quickly as it had begun. No one could understand what had happened. Shortly afterwards, the ride ended. Daisy and her relatives disembarked.

They were heading to the nearest exit when the Ghost Clock, of which they’d heard rumors - appeared suddenly, huge and unbelievable, over the Midway.

“Girls, hurry!” shouted Daisy’s uncle, putting his arms around them and rushing them to safety. Daisy screamed and ran with the other girls. They quickly put the apparition out of sight.

“Well, I shall never forget this night, not in a hundred years!” declared Daisy’s aunt that evening as she tucked the girls into bed. “You’ll certainly have a lot to tell your family when you go home again.”

“I certainly shall,” Daisy replied with a strange, knowing smile.

[mokacheer]

hahaha thanks for the mass tag game @ruanbaijie this shall be fun!

aka: nine albums or songs I've been listening to lately x nine people I’d like to get to know better x tag game with no name

1. why did you choose your url? - no idea, my theories are that i was obsessed with rosario + vampire so i took moka, and since moka is cheery/happy i just bam. i honestly don't know 💀

2. any sideblogs? if you have them name them and why you have them. - i used to have a ton because younger me dabbled in the RP world (lets not remember those times but remember the cool people i befriended) but right now no just this blog and the other blog i help run <3 @otomokatsuhiro (if you love old anime youll immediately follow ;) )

3. how long have you been on tumblr? - since may 2012 😵 (save me)

4. do you have a queue tag? - nah

5. why did you start your blog in the first place? - an old friend of mine told me about it and actually made this blog for me. now thinking about it idk if it was her that came up with the name, if i had a different name to begin with... no clue :s

6. why did you choose your icon/pfp? - its yuki!!! must i explain why?! (plus it matches my vibe here alot of mutuals say im super sweet or a ray of sunshine ((ily it makes me happy everytime i get that hehe)))

7. why did you choose your header? - it just matches the overall pink cute vibe :p

8. what’s your post with the most notes? - still to this day its a 29 frame gif of a phone ending call... here

9. how many mutuals do you have? - i counted at the beginning of the year and i believe i had 108? but now obviously its 108+ :D

10. how many followers do you have? - 17.2k+ x-x

11. how many people do you follow? - 544! i remember at one point i wanted to keep the number limited but thats so stupid!!

12. have you ever made a shitpost? - uhhhh probably when i was younger. i used to constantly post #personal text posts so idunno

13. how often do you use tumblr each day? - help me

14. did you have a fight/argument with another blog once? - yeah a small amount of times, most would be reposters telling me "no this is my gif i made this! i wont remove this from my blog!" with my watermark clear as day in the corner lol..

15. how do you feel about ‘you need to reblog this’ posts - meh it's your blog at the end of the day, if you want to reblog something do it, if you dont dont. it's sad to see most people just like posts but they come from different platforms and fail to realize what kind of site tumblr is. hopefully eventually they will get it tho! amen

16. do you like tag games? - yes! i love that i get tagged in them but also forget alot of the time to ever get to doing them so i apologize for being late on this one hehe

17. do you like ask games? - plsssss i love seeing that notification light up in my inbox. it fills this bloggers heart with joy.

18. which of your mutuals do you think is tumblr famous? - oh i got a few @gojosattoru (where have you been ;w; </3), @hanae-ichihara (ill always miss you <3), DEFINITELY @taohs hehehe

19. do you have a crush on a mutual? - nope, having a crush on here has never happened for me :p

20. what is the last song you listened to? - charli xcx speed drive EASYFUN remix, its sooo gud

21. what are you currently watching? - the magical girl and evil lieun. are archenemies, fairy tail 100 years quest, maybe some other misc. stuff i cant think of rn.

22. sweet/ savoury/ spicy? - all of the above, i love sweet + spicy

23. what is your current relationship status? - single times *salute emoji*

24. what is your current obsession? - SMILING FRIENDDDSSSS asjdiaoshjdajsid

25. what are nine albums/songs you've been listening to lately? - aprils-bloom by julie areyouhome? by juno britpop by A.G. Cook right back by Frost children i like it by Frost children spring is coming with a strawberry in the mouth by Caroline Polachek magic sword by 4s4ki tome by veltpunch 365 by charli xcx

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Chapter Sixteen (Part 2)

When Fleet Foxes finish their gig Jen announces that she’s going to get ice cream, and I jump at the chance to go with her. I want a bottle of water, the midday heat has become so much that I feel parched, and even though the cocoon Jude made for me with his body was comforting, he’s like a radiator. I dip out from under him and link arms with Jen. “Are you coming?” I ask. 

“Nah, there’s another band next that I wanted to hear and I don’t want to lose my spot.”

“Okay, we’ll see you later. Will I text you where we are?”

“Yeah sure!”

I notice a wry little smile on Jen’s lips as we dip out of the thinning crowd and past the portaloos. I nudge her inquiringly. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.”

“It’s not nothing! You’re smirking, what are you smirking about?”

She stops to read a hand painted signpost with arrows towards the food stands, and we start walking in that direction. “Just vibes.” She says cryptically. “I’m just feeling vibes.”

I laugh, “What do you mean ‘vibes’?” 

“I think I sensed something at the gig just there, something between you and my bestie?”

I dismiss it automatically, “Oh, no, there’s nothing like that.”

“Hm. So him standing with his hands on that barrier on either side of you was nothing?”

“Definitely nothing.”

“And what about the time that you fell asleep together in his room, and he came out to us looking very sheepish.”

“We were tired.”

“And him doing your laundry?”

“Oh. I never collected that. I need to remember to ask him when I can have it back.”

She snickers as we join the queue for the ice cream stand. “You’re not going to be able to hide this from me. I’m a very astute kind of person.”

“I believe you, but there’s nothing to hide.”

“Hm. Okay.”

I feel my cheeks burning. “There’s nothing sleazy going on, if that’s what you’re thinking. Him doing my laundry, it doesn’t mean…”

“And if there was the chance for something sleazy to be happening, would you be opposed to it?”

“What is this, an interrogation?” I say, feeling shy all of a sudden. “I don’t know! It’s not like that, so I don’t even think about… that.”

“Okay, well, I don’t know you incredibly well yet, but I do know him. I’ve actually known him since he was twelve, and I know that look he gets in his eye when-”

“There’s no look in his eye,” I interrupt desperately. “I would have seen a look in his eye.”

“Why are you obsessed with him not fancying you?” We reach the top of the queue and she orders a 99 and a bottle of water. She tosses it to me and I gulp down a few mouthfuls, hoping that maybe the break in conversation will mean she’ll drop it, but she doesn’t. “Is he not your type or something?” She seems a little offended on his behalf, which is funny to me. I am sure he wouldn’t be bothered if he heard he wasn’t my type. Which, actually, he is, but that’s not the point. 

“He’s good looking.” I admit, and we sit down on a pair of wicker peacock chairs that are set up under a small copse of trees. Fairy lights and jars with candles in them dangle from the branches, and I’m sure it will be a magical place once the sun goes down. I examine my nails and tut at a small fleck of lilac nail varnish that’s chipped off. 

“He’s very good looking.” She agrees. “In a kind of not-normal way.”

“Yes.” I gasp. “That’s what I think, it’s like, Irish boys don’t look like that. He looks like the boys on TV.”

“It’s because his teeth are so perfect.” she says covertly, “I have a theory that he has them periodically whitened. His dad is a dental surgeon, and I just know he does a job on them, but he won’t admit it. He’s a little weasel.” It’s fun talking to her like this, it’s like we’re sharing dirty, slanderous secrets. 

“What else do you know about him?” I giggle, and she taps her nose. “Everything.”

“Everything?”

“Everything. That’s why I know there’s something going on with you two, because I know what he’s like when he doesn’t like someone.”

“How’s that?”

“A sour bastard.” She takes the flake from the top of her melting cone and scoops up a glob of ice cream with it, taking a thoughtful bite. “You know, when he broke up with Michelle in June it was really touch-and-go. He was thinking a lot about getting back with her in the first few weeks after we went down to the holiday home.”

“Really? But he seemed fairly certain that it was the right choice when I talked to him about it.”

She shrugs. “I don’t know, like, they were really serious, he was really mad about her, so obviously it was devastating. He said he could never imagine being with anybody else after that, it was like, really intense actually.”

“So what changed?”

Her eyes flick to mine, and some hardly detectable emotion flashes in them. “No idea.” She says. “He just got over it.” She stretches out her legs and sighs, watching throngs of people shuffle through the copse and towards a smaller stage nearby where some other band is setting up. “This is all to say that it’s not often you’d find him single, and actually, it’s not often you’d find him in a state where he’s grand with being single. As in, when he’s not moping after somebody, so look. If you sense a vibe, just go for it. What do you have to lose?”

“He’s moving to Berlin.”

“Hm.” She shrugs. “Maybe.”

I sit up straight. “What do you mean ‘maybe’?

“The college offers aren’t coming until the end of this month. He applied to three art and design colleges in Ireland as well. If he gets into one of those, who knows maybe he’ll stay here.”

I shake my head. “He won’t.” 

“Well lately he’s been saying that he might.”

I keep shaking my head, because it’s too good to be true, but if he doesn’t go to Berlin, then maybe I’ll just work hard in school for a year, get the points I need and then I’ll apply to the same college and we’ll be able to see each other all the time. The thought of passing him in the halls and eating lunch with him outside a trendy Dublin cafe is so sweet that it almost makes me start crying, but I have to restrain myself. “He won’t do that.”

“Well maybe something will change his mind.” Jen finishes the butt of her ice cream and chucks the napkin into a bin. “Stranger things have happened.” She gets up and offers her hand to me. “Come on, I think there’s a tent somewhere where people are just mad dancing for twenty four hours straight, we should go in for a bop.”

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Lately I've been thinking about modern day Napolington dealing with murder fairies. They're just two bickering ambassadors or some such then oops horrific murders happen.

I had a long running modern day AU head canon thing wherein Arthur was in Paris representing the UK on some matter or another (his actual position, and what he was there for, is irrelevant) and Napoleon was a member of the French government (which ministry he'd be in changes for me on the regular since he'd be a good fit for a few of them - regardless, he's in a very senior position) and due to Shenanigans and Situations and a bit of a rooftop drunken party they end up shacking up and Arthur's family is shocked and appalled and Napoleon's siblings are all like "god you're a mess, Napoleone, and really? an Englishman?" though his mother would be Very Catholic(tm) about it all. His father wouldn't care because Carlo was a bit of a chaotic lush.

(I have it that he was married to Josephine but she died within the last two to three years of something unexpected and he's now single-dad-ing it with their kids.)

Murat is all, 'Welcome to the family. They're going to give you a really hard time for the next ten years then they might accept you. Maybe. Though as an Englishman, maybe not.' Turns to Napoleon, 'Really?? An Englishman?? The least you could have done was date a Scotsman or something. The only reason my kids are learning English is because I believe in knowing thy enemy.' (Napoleon, sotto voce: it's not the one hundred years war anymore. christ.)

Arthur is like, 'See, at least people talk about things in this family. If in a sort of terribly Corsican, over the top, wow-that-didn't-need-to-be-put-quite-like-that fashion. My mother texted me: You shall arrive promptly for Christmas dinner. You know the size of the family dining table and so therefore there's only one spot being set for you. And that's literally all the communication I've received about the entire matter.'

Murat: Holy shit. Savage.

Arthur, 'Napoleon, meanwhile, had fifteen family conference calls about it. There was some yelling. My Italian isn't very good, but I think he was called a Little Slut by Jerome then your wife said "at least he's not Austrian like that one mistake you dated".'

Murat, 'I know, I was on them.'

Arthur, 'You should do family zoom calls. Then you can see the facial expressions he's making through it all.'

Pauline and Elise are the only nice, normal ones (aside from Hortense and Eugene and the younger generation more broadly). Caroline just thinks it's hilarious. Joseph is nice by dint of not really caring. He's just like, 'mama, we all saw what he was like in university.' and Letizia is like, 'at least he married and had children before going all peculiar. At least I have grandchildren. Even if he was married to a woman I didn't approve of.'

Joseph:

Joseph: you have so many grandchildren.

Joseph: also you approve of almost no one's spouse.

Lucien, like Murat, is appalled that it's an Englishman. He's like, 'brother, brother, I know some very nice French artists and writers. Let me introduce you to them.' and Napoleon is like, 'your friends are all pretentious freaks, Lucien, you know that right?'

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sorry the entire thing becomes a comedy of errors almost immediately

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anyway! Murder fairies! I love the idea of a modern AU with murder fairies. OOooooooh, they're visiting England because Napoleon wants to go on a walking tour because he's outdoorsy like that and enjoys walks and nature.

Queue some fucked up murders.

Also Arthur's family being Posh(tm) and English(tm). (Anne is like: I'm trying to accept this. I'm trying to be good about this. Arthur is all: can you try harder? Granted, you're doing better than literally everyone else. Gerald just lectured me about God.)

Napoleon: not sure what i'm scared more of: the murder fairies or your mother.

Richard: at least I'm not the one with the fucked up love life for ten minutes!

Arthur: Richard, you are not helping.

OR

it's in Paris, there's political stuff happening in the background and then people start experiencing some weird things. Reflections in the mirrors are blurry about the edges. People think they see things then turn around and there's nothing behind them. Bumps in the night.

There's something about making big cities super claustrophobic that I like. Atmospheric countryside is really fun, and I love the ease in which it allows you to drop into the gothic, but there's something especially horrifying in being in a busy place full of people and still the creatures can get you.

Also, the fact that the murder fairies access our realm via mirrors and dreams means there's no real escape.

With modernity, well, we're all carrying mirrors at any given moment since cellphones are reflective surfaces. Also something with the selfie camera would be hell of a lot of fun.

Also the murder fairies wear people's skin as their glamour so you never actually know if who you're talking to is the person or the fairy.

But there's so much potential with modern technology.

Murder fairies infest the metro. You descend down to get on the metro at Rennes or whatever and when the train pulls up the reflection in the windows as they pass by shows a murder fairy behind you and when you turn around it's just the crowd.

Fun fun fun!! Fun for the whole family!

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excerpt from my own murder fairy story that has yet to see the light of day:

The other fairies move forward, two already have swords drawn. The king holds up a hand and they stop their advance. A smile full of teeth. I see what your plan is. The king steps forward. Napoleon does his best to look down at the king whilst looking up. I had hoped you would be willing as Peredur was willing. Magic is stronger when the healing gift is freely given, but I will take what I need. 'How will this work?' Napoleon asks, sweating. The heat overwhelms. Sharp cracks of rock splitting slice air. 'If it is me you need, my own leg never fully healed, just as yours doesn't seem to want to heal. Mapping mine over yours won’t make it better. And your wound doesn’t mean your kingdom is wounded or must suffer. I believe that some power of kingship comes embodied in the person himself, but much of it extends beyond the mere physical form. Yes, the monarch represents the land and the people, but if you are wounded, and you allow that to determine the quality of your kingship, to control your actions, dictate and consume your leadership, you were never fit to rule in the first place. That right belongs to someone else.' This is not your world and it does not operate by your rules. My land is bound to my body. If I am wasted away, so is my land. You have seen where it is barren. 'Even if that is so, I can't heal you. My body, my skin, will not heal you. No one's body can heal you. Didn't you remain wounded when you took Arthur's appearance? Percival’s? If so, that was no healing. It was applying a bandage to something requiring stiches.' You cannot know that. ‘I am not your Percival. You are not my fisher king.' The king shakes his head in a pitying manner. Reaching forward, he wraps a clawed hand around Napoleon's neck and lifts him up as if he were nothing but a rag doll. [...] The fisher king was healed by the Grail question. But that is legend, and this is real life. Real life where a woman is on fire, ripping apart a bridge. Real life where a fairy is strangling him. Real life where he dangles two feet off the ground fast heading towards unconsciousness. Napoleon tries for air, tries for the question, 'what is it that troubles—' Searing pain across stomach. Everything is stars, blurred shapes, sharp colours. He thinks he might be screaming. Movement. He is aware of being thrown. Hard rock. Searing hot rock. He feels it through clothes. His hands hold coiled intestines. He thinks he should ask for opium. He thinks it fitting he'd die on a bridge with stomach cut open. It’s poetic and his life has always been something of a romance.

Napoleon is having a great time, everyone!

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Merry Christmas, Love- Jesper Fahey

All right! Here’s day four of the five days of christmas queue. Today and tomorrows fics for the event won’t be requests BUT, expect to see at least a few requests out by the new year! I won’t be focusing on them today or tomorrow because it’s christmas and I tend to neglect my phone in favor of spending time with my family, but, once this event is done and the Christmas part of the holiday season drops to a close. all of my focus in writing will be on the requests that I’ve been sent since the start of the month

Fic type- fluff! 

Warnings- mentions of alcohol and the consumption of alcohol

Christmas in Ketterdam was always a wonder unlike anything else. Snow dotted the ground, trees went up in shop windows and fairy lights were strung up in shop overhangs. Everyone got a bit more festive with the start of December, and that general feeling of festivity didn’t go away until January, when the bars, clubs and gambling hot-spots were packed full of people celebrating the new year. 

Though, Jesper had to admit, his preferred way to celebrate Christmas was far more mundane than that of the people who got drunk in the clubs, the tourists who wanted to chance their luck by going into the gambling dens, believing that the holidays were a perfect time to do so. 

Jespers preferred way to spend Christmas was in the bottom floor of the Slat, a mug of boozy hot chocolate sat on the table in front of him whilst you opted for an eggnog spiked with brandy. 

Nina and Inej were singing a Christmas song, Wylan playing along to the tune with his flute as laughter and discussions flooded the room. 

Christmas in the Slat had been that way every year since the Ice Court heist, the discussions flooding the room in the same way that brandy and kvas flooded the glasses of those who chose to drink. 

The tree that Nina had convinced Matthias into putting up and assisting with decorating was in the back corner of the room, lights set to white and adding a bit of additional light along with the dim lights throughout the run of the first floor. 

Jesper looked at you while you met Pims gaze, giving him a nod as he proceeded to the bar. You’d been dating for six years, since the last month before the Ice Court heist. You’d been engaged since the beginning of November.

Sometimes, when Jesper looked at you, he knew that he could easily have been convinced that you were someone so ethereal that the only explanation to your existence, the fact that you loved him at all, was that of the saints. 

You gave Jesper a grin as you met his gaze. “Merry Christmas, my love,” you said. “Need a refill? I’m gonna switch to straight out brandy, figured you might want some rum?” 

Jesper nodded, pressing an appreciative kiss to your cheek and giving your hand a squeeze as you stood. 

As you left, Wylan began to play an old christmas tune on his flute. Inej and Kaz joined Jesper at the booth, Inej drinking a brandy on the rocks where Kaz drank whiskey. 

“What is it?” Inej asked. “You’re thinking something, and I know it’s not just because they offered to get you more rum. What is it, Jesper?” 

Jesper gave Inej a look, a bit stunned that he’d been read so easily. “How in the bloody hell did you—"

“You’re one of my best friends, you’ve been looking at Y/N like a lovesick idiot all night, and if the ring on their finger that they’ve not mentioned to even the likes of Nina Zenik says absolutely anything, it says that you’re so in love that marriage is something you want. What are you thinking, Jesper?” 

“Damn it, fine,” Jesper gave, looking at the empty mug that’d been full only thirty minutes before. “I hate that you can read me like I’m an open book.”

Inej shrugged, shooting Jesper a grin. “I’m your best friend,” she said. “It’s what I do.”

“I look at them sometimes, and I’m convinced they were created by the saints, is all. I love them more than I’ve ever loved anyone else, and it’s—”

“I’ve seen the two of you around,” Inej said. “When I’ve been getting info for Kaz. You look at Y/N like they’re the reason behind the universes existence. You look at them the same way, Jesper. You mean the world to each other. Even someone who knows neither of you could see it just by looking.” 

“Yeah,” Jesper grinned. “I love them with everything I’ve got.”

“You would exist in the loudest room in the world if Y/N was with you,” Inej said. “Or in the quietest. The fact that you mean the world to each other is clearer than even the windows in the Slat after they’ve been washed.” 

“You’re so right about that that it bloody hurts,” Jesper said with a laugh. “You’re observant.”

“I’m the Wraith,” Inej said. “Being observant, going unnoticed, it’s quite literally in my job description.”

Silence lapsed for a moment, until Inej gave Jesper a grin, noticing something but not saying a word about it. 

Jesper laughed after a moment, cheers’ing his empty mug against Inej’s glass. “To a merry Christmas,” he said.

Inej laughed. “To an incredibly long vacation to sleep off this hangover.” 

“So,” you said, placing Jespers glass of rum on the table as you slid back into the booth. “What’d I miss?” 

“A riveting conversation if I do say so myself,” Kaz said. “Merry Christmas, you two. Jesper, I call best man.”

Jesper laughed, shaking his head as Kaz and Inej stood. “You absolutely don’t,” Jesper said. “Might give it to Matthias to get him to finally propose to Nina.”

“That’s a better idea, actually,” Kaz agreed, nodding. “Make the fjerdan get off his arse and finally buy a bloody ring.” 

Jesper laughed, and Kaz and Inej left. Wylans flute music continued, and the world kept moving. 

After a time, Jesper pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, took a sip of his rum and registered that feeling as he looked at you. The feeling that he tended to associate with Christmas, with getting drunk and laughing with your friends in the Slat. Warmth spread across his body, filling his heart with love and contentment as you grabbed his hand, interlacing your fingers with his. 

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Jes,” you responded. “Merry Christmas.”

He leaned up, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Merry Christmas, love.”

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Your blog is incredible, I love it. Are there any books about Elisabeth that you absolutely recommend? I know films and series about her are not the best but are there any that are ok?

Hello anon, sorry it took me so long! And thank you so much for your kind words. I've already mentioned some books available in English that I believe are a must to learn about Elisabeth on this ask.

I would add to the recommendations Sissi ou la fatalité by Jean des Cars; while I found des Cars prose a bit too dramatic for my liking and I didn't agree with all his takes it's still a nice and solid biography of the empress. It was written originally in French and it also has translations in Spanish, Italian, Czech and Romanian.

I have another ask in queue about the films and series, but as a general answer for now: most of them are ok. The main problem with them is just how inaccurate they are, some over-romanticize her life and turn her into a fairy tale princess (Sissi Trilogy), while others modernize her to the point of making her unrecognizable to the historical woman (Sisi 2021, The Empress). But they're not unwatchable: for exemple, the Sissi Trilogy is a visually-lavish, feel-good coming of age story, Sisi 2021 is a hot mess but can have its moments, and I hated The Empress but every person that doesn't know the history that watched it said that they loved it, so it must have its charm.

Personally I recommend the German-language musical Elisabeth (which just happens to be my fav musical ever) and the 2009 mini series Sisi (not to be confused with the 2021 series). The musical covers her whole life since she got married until her death, with two particularities: first, that it's Lucheni, the man who assassinated her, who tells her story, and second, that Death is a character that lurks through out the entire show (and sings absolute bangers). It's only two and half hours long so a lot of things about Elisabeth are left out or simplified for dramatic purposes, and yet it is still one of the more nuanced portrayals of her life that exist. Meanwhile the mini series is the closest thing that we have to a historically accurate representation of Elisabeth's life; honestly I think its only major flaw is how short it is for the time period it covers (fourteen years in only three hours!), it feels rushed and some moments don't land because of how crammed the timeline is. But there was a real attempt to follow history and I appreciate that. Plus the costumes are gorgeous. You can find both of them on Youtube with subtitles in English.

Thank you for your question!