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[mrmcchickenn]

Uhh whatcha eating Picky?

[allpromarlo]

i’m actually really glad that yuji empathized with megumi’s depressive state instead of just outright telling him to live tbh. it lets megumi keep his agency as opposed to the damsel in distress narrative that some people were pushing, and subverts expectations on the whole 'start by saving me itadori' thing in general

[flowerflamestars]

Chapters: 14/? Fandom: A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Elain Archeron & Nesta Archeron, Nesta Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron & Lucien Vanserra, Elain Archeron/Lucien Vanserra, Nesta Archeron/Cassian Characters: Elain Archeron, Nesta Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Cassian (ACoTaR), Azriel (ACoTaR), The Lady of the Autumn Court (ACoTaR), Helion (ACoTaR), Feyre Archeron, Rhysand (ACoTaR) Additional Tags: Lucien actually gets the story he deserves, Nesta and Elain: the Most Competent, Archeron merchant family legacy, ACOMAF AU, Who runs the world? Nesta and Elain, Archeron sisters who knew about the War before Feyre told them, Lucien Spring Court Traitor Vanserra, Found Family, fake engagment, ride or die means you can't fucking die, a very different take on the Hybernian war, Fix-it fic, Older Archeron Sisters & Lucien centric Summary:

So bleeding and burning, lost and found, Lucien Vanserra staggered into human lands, and found he wanted to live.

[dearly-somber]

NOT AGAIN.

I CAN’T DO IT AGAIN.

[zannolin]

or start at the beginning.

Fic Summary: Ferrin is pale and, Jason realizes, trembling almost imperceptibly, pupils blown wide. He’s bitten clean into his lower lip at some point, and blood trickles from the corner of his mouth.

“It’s gone,” Ferrin says, sounding far more lucid than he looks, but somehow very, very far away. “They’re gone.”

Jason blinks. “What now?”

“What,” rasps the displacer, “did you do?”

And then, of course, he promptly passes out.

(or, jason accidentally drags ferrin through deep well to the beyond. this has some...unexpected consequences. also known as jason walker's guide for what to do when a stray displacer follows you home.)

Chapter 2/3: circumstances

“What are you going to do about any of that?” he asks. “What are you going to do, really, if you get back to Lyrian?"

Swallowing past the sudden lump in his throat, Jason asks, “What would you do if you had to stay here?”

Ferrin sucks in a sharp breath, as though Jason punched him in the gut instead of asking a question. Suddenly, he won’t meet Jason’s eyes. He says, very softly, “I try not to think about that.”

“Well,” replies Jason tiredly, “there’s your answer.”

(in which difficult conversations are had.)

[lily-drake]

The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Four

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Damian didn’t know what to think of the girl.  She was a lot fiercer than she’d shown to others in her normal life.  It made one think what else she was hiding about herself.  It didn’t really matter though, either it would help them, or her trainers would know how to deal with it.  

Damian set his pen down as he stared at the doodle he had created.  It was an accident, but when he let his mind wonder, his hands did things that were out of his control.  He had drawn the girl, her eyes furrowed in a deep scowl, lips turned down, giving away her frustration.  He had drawn her hair up in a tight ponytail with her bangs shifting right as if the winds were blowing past her.  It didn’t matter too much,

he could simply dispose of the drawing, it wasn’t like he had drawn on an important document.  

Slowly, he rose from his desk, carefully took off his crown, setting it in its cushioned box, before he turned and walked towards the windows.  The view of the snowy mountains soothed a part of him that had been itching inside of him since he had shown Marientte where her room was.  He had made sure that her room especially had nothing she could fully utilize as a weapon like the others as they had all come here willingly.  Still though, there was this itch that she would be able to somehow escape, and that she would die in the mountains before anyone realized she was gone.  He stared out at the landscape, noticing the first few rays of the sun peaking past the hills.  It was time.

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Marinette couldn’t sleep that night, in fact she refused to sleep.  Once the boy had finished explaining everything that would happen and what was “expected of her”, he led her through a long hallway till they stopped in front of a large single oak door.

“This will be your room.”

Was all he said before he turned and left her.  Slowly she opened the door to see a decent sized room, smaller than her one at home, but definitely larger than she had been expecting.  There was a simple desk in the top left of the room, completely bare of anything.  In the top right corner of the room was a simple cot with a single thin pillow and a thin sheet-like blanket.  Atop the bed were one pair of black flats, two pairs of loose black fabric that must have been her shirt and pants, a single emerald green ribbon, and a black face covering.  Right next to the cot was a small two drawer dresser, and when she opened the bottom drawer she found a few pairs of generic undergarments.  She honestly wasn’t sure if they would fit her as they looked a bit too big for her.  Strangely enough, the fact that they might not fit her put her at ease as it implied he didn’t care about her in that way.  It may not have been him that put them here, maybe it was one of his maids or something, because there was no way he didn’t have any when he was wearing that kind of crown.   

The room had no windows, and was completely bare of anything that could be considered a personal touch.  She quickly closed the door, and upon closer examination, there was no lock.  That didn’t fit well with her, but it would be fine.  She glanced at the clothes on the bed one more time before deciding that no, she wasn’t going to wear them.  She would not give him the luxury of believing that he had won or she was giving into his sick games.  She was going to escape from here if it was the last thing she did.  And from the way he spoke, it might be.  Unsure of what to do now, her nerves still live and active, she began to pace the room, gnawing at her right thumb’s cuticle.  How was she supposed to know what time she would be expected if she had no windows!  She glanced at the bed, the clothes, this had to be some sort of sick nightmare.  There was no way this was real!  What was she to do about Paris?  What if there was an Akuma attack right now?!  Chat could be in trouble, the city might be permanently destroyed, all while she’s playing captured princess in a tower. 

Frustrated tears began to build up along with a pounding headache.  She lifted one of her hands to finger the smooth stone of her earrings, but only felt her skin instead.  She wanted to cry, wanted to wake up from this nightmare, wanted to find a way out!  But she couldn’t.  She couldn’t hear anything, but she could feel the presence of people passing her room, a side effect from the miraculous.  Did that mean that she would need to leave to find her first instructor then?  Only a few of them speak English or French, and she didn’t know any Arabic, which she had brought up.  He replied that he would make that one of her courses.  She looked back on the clothes on her bed, took a deep breath, and even though she wanted to tear the fabric to shreds, she put it on.

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“You are early, though that is not a bad thing, for me at least.”

Marinette turned, looking for where the voice came from, but she couldn’t see anyone.

“What’s so special about you?  I wasn’t able to see for myself like some of the others, so I will have to find out for myself.  I like it better that way anyways.”

It was like the voice was echoing, an almost sweet lilt in the strangely accented voice.  But she couldn’t find the person it belonged to, at least not until they slithered out of the shadows.

“You have not earned your name yet, but once you begin training here, you lose your old name.  So what should we call you?”

The woman asked as she began to circle her, a predator studying its prey.  She was tall, about half a foot taller than her.  She had a lithe frame, her skin a light tan with inky black hair.  Her eyes were a cold, hungry brown that seemed to be looking right through her.  Her face was all sharp angles, cheekbones pointing out in a way that looked both delicate and dangerous.  Her shoulders were rolled back showing off her defined upper body and exposing a large tattoo that covered the entirety of the left side of her neck.

“I’d rather not give up my name.”

She snapped.  She had lost so much already, and there was no way in Kwamii’s name that she would let them take her name away from her as well.  The woman looked at her, raising a delicate brow before she was a flurry of movement.  Marinette nearly tripped over herself, as she moved away.  The woman was swift, her moves fierce and deadly as she attacked, it was almost like a dance.  It only took maybe thirty seconds before Marinette was flat on her back, the woman’s foot flat against her chest in a place that made it difficult to breathe.  As Marinette lay flat on her back it was only then that she noticed the ribbon on the woman’s right bicep, the same emerald green as her own.  

“Again.”

Was all she said as she removed her foot and waited for Marinette to regain her footing before she attacked once again.

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Damian stared at the city before him, it was in pure chaos.  The Eiffel Tower was knocked over, buildings destroyed, blood and bodies lined the streets, and all for what.  Damian stared down at the earrings in his palm, wondering whether or not it would be worth it.  The sound of a child’s cry broke through his thoughts causing him to turn and watch as the small child cried in front of the crushed remains of who was no doubt their mother.  With that scene in mind he calmly stood up and put on the cursed jewels of the creation.  When the Kwamii fully formed he called on the transformation he had her tell him earlier, letting it overcome him in a magical protection he had never fully felt before.  Once the transformation was finished he began his hunt starting with the creature that had taken so many innocent lives before he moved on to the real monster that allowed this to happen in the first place.

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[zackmartin]

Z THE CONCEPT OF YOU REBOOTING VALIANT KNIGHT LITERALLY HAS ME FROTHING AT THE MOUTH. it literally never left my head i am always thinking about it at least a little bit. literally recently i came up with a concept for how some of my original characters for my spinoff would fit into valiant knight fnsnskdj and so i technically have like a rewrite/sequel concept that includes zenry and jasper/[redacted] fnsmdnkxnsn which included me rereading the chapters i beta'd for you to remember some details and i was like UGH THIS WAS SO GOOD I MISS IT

LASKDJOSKJVMODKMVLDSKJFSOKJFSLDKFJ HELLO?????????? ARE YOU AWARE THAT I'D LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU???? CAUSE I SERIOUSLY WOULD LAY DOWN MY LIFE FOR YOU!!!!! BUT AHHHHHHHHHHH

SERIOUSLY THOUGH, THIS IS ONE OF THE HIGHEST COMPLIMENTS I'VE EVER RECEIVED, I'M LEGIT GONNA CRY (affectionate), I'VE BEEN STARING AT THIS ASK FOR LIKE SIX HOURS, LIKE THERE AREN'T ENOUGH WORDS IN THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE TO ARTICULATE HOW MUCH THIS MEANS TO ME

but seriously, like I'm not trying to rag on my writing or anything, but I also know like. I'm not writing anything that's gonna be winning awards anytime soon or anything ground-breaking or anything, but that's never been my goal; and I just say all of that to say that the fact that you're still thinking about something of mine years later and it stuck with you so much that you want to put your own characters into it??????? That's literally so wild to me in the best way, I can't get over it. I'm so serious when I say again that this legit one of the best compliments I've ever received. (Also, if you're willing, I'd very much like to hear about this rewrite/sequel of sorts)

You have me legit thinking about it now. Like I told Pearl in the replies, I feel like my writing is leagues better (i reread stuff from that time period and just cringe now; but to be fair to my past self, she was a novice who was coming back to writing after a 10+ year break so it stands to reason) so I feel like I could do a lot more with it. There's soooo much of that world I want to flesh out that I wasn't skilled enough to do when I first started it. lsakdjf idk man, I might actually do it

[monsterrae1]

Inspiration ✨ Saturday!

I'm working on a self imposed date line for this fic, so here's some mood board for the mystery fic to keep me going!

Edit: tagged by @fatedbuck thank you! 🖤

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[thedragonagelesbian]

ok the first section of the pally!wyll fic is drafted!!

[thingswhatareawesome]

what the everliving fuck? did i do so wrong? i tried difficulty ONE of swarm disaster, says for team lvl 66, i took in 4 80s, and on the second stage kafka pasted my entire party?? (trl phys, qq, dhil, and luocha). i just...that is the literal BEGINNING after the tutorial?? what the fuck? how did i fuck up so *badly*

[uniformbravo]

witch hat atelier is hurting my feelings

[apollos-boyfriend]

one thing about me is that i’m ALWAYS thinking about chapter 4 kokichi ouma

[skrunksthatwunk]

mannnn ok i've been waiting for the yyh fixation cycle to put me back on (!!!!!!!) rather than (thing i am so normal about but it's dormant) and it's taken a little longer than i expected and i was worried it was going away but i am happy to announce that WE ARE SO BACK BABYYY

[s4sharkteeth]

the fact that THIS was almost the last story post is insane…..

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[minakoaiinos]

Anyway good morning.

[sleepdepravity]

The downside of getting more attention is that now bots can find me easier. I had been able to thin the herd a while back by blocking egregiously, to the point where I was maybe getting a bot follow about once per week at most, but now it’s ramping up again. Though it’s gonna be hard to be merciless this time…now that I have actual #content that I know people actually want to see…the only reason I was able to block egregiously before was because I could easily be like, “ha whatever these people wouldn’t even miss much.” But now…