#corona ex

[noblesvacation]

I haven't been posting consistent updates when the Japanese manga chapters come in on Corona EX, but aaaaaAAAAAAA SOMETHING INCREDIBLE IS COMING SOON

anyway: book bribery

[ljaesch]

TOBooks Launches CORONA EX for English, a New and Exclusive Manga Platform for Overseas Fans

TOBooks, Inc. announces the launch of CORONA EX for English（https://en.to-corona-ex.com/, a digital manga platform catered to English-language readers. The start of this service marks the second anniversary of the Japanese version of CORONA EX and is exclusively designed to meet the needs of manga lovers across the globe. Through collaborations with various publishing partners, CORONA EX for…

[labelspoon]

wip wednesday or whatever but honestly i'm just reminiscing about when i had a d&d character in a happy relationship. imagine such a thing. salute to pax she was built different

[najlepshy]

lmao i was just thinking i’m a bit too honest and unhinged on here lately and then i went reading thru the posts that didn’t make it out of the drafts … babygirl perhaps stfu

[mbat]

i wish i could write songs specifically so i could parody hey west covina but about cass tbh

[dduane]

Something to keep an eye out for.

[tiffanyachings]

obsessed with whatever corona and camilla have going on in ntn btw. 'she hates it when i use millie now.' 'my soul's mine. you give yourself away to anyone who doesn't want you.' 'i've kept your secrets before...you know that.' 'come back with me. leave the facility. before the negotiator arrives, come back with us.' the way corona introduces herself as cam's partner because she knows it would make her furious. ‘maybe you could be the one to melt her icy heart.’ the exes vibes are off the CHARTS but then when nona analyses the shit out of corona she says that actually all corona wants is for camilla to cuddle her ‘but not in a sexy way’ which has me poking them with a stick even MORE. i need to study them like bugs

[ooctlt]

do you guys live near the tridentarii siblings/naberius? what do ya'll think of them?

OOC PSA: this unlocks the tridentarii party event - from april 25 to may 3 only asks interacting with the party setting and characters will be answered. please refrain from sending asks about the tridentarii or asks that can be answered later right now (ex: "how do you know ianthe? do you like corona? what are their majors?) as these may be answered through 1) inferring from their interactions in this event, and 2) later, after the event

you are encouraged to note the details in the background and see what you can glean and prompt from them!

[thecooler]

My favorite Ianthe fact I think is that she was allowed to invite one singular person to her birthday parties, and every year she just chose whoever would piss off Babs the most. Like her parents are sitting down 13 year old Ianthe and Corona and they're like okay, remember you have ONE invite. Just one. Who do you want at your birthday party? And Corona invites her crush and meanwhile Ianthe already took out a list of Babs' exes and is scanning it for who will cause the most psychological damage. Okay.

[ninibeingdelulu]

Beautiful, like the sky

synopsis: while you’re admiring the sky, Cloud is admiring you

The inky canvas stretched endlessly above you both - brilliant pinpricks of stardust twinkling against the deep indigo backdrop.

A gentle breeze whispers past, briefly rustling the tall blades cradling your forms before settling into a tranquil lull once more. You inhale deeply, allowing the crisp night air to fill your lungs as a serene smile blossoms across your lips.

Out of your peripheral vision, you catch the slightest shift of movement...followed by Cloud's unwavering stare burning into the side of your face with an intensity you've never quite encountered from the typically stoic swordsman before.

His piercing gaze seems to smolder straight down to your core in a manner that causes your pulse to quicken traitorously.

"Everything’s okay, Cloud?"

You tear your eyes from the celestial expanse to meet his head-on - tone laced with a teasing lilt despite the flush you can feel blossoming high on your cheekbones.

"You're looking at me like I just sprouted a second head or something."

The blonde ex-SOLDIER doesn't so much as flinch at being so blatantly called out. In fact, his scrutiny somehow manages intensifying further as those glowing mako irises roam every plane and delicate contour of your features with open reverence.

The way the moonbeams cast ethereal shadows across your skin...those rosy lips slightly parted on a breathy sigh...dark tendrils stirring in the zephyr's wake to frame your delicate visage...

You make for such an utterly breathtaking vision in this instant etched into nature's sublime backdrop; Cloud is momentarily robbed of coherent speech while simply basking in your radiance.

Like staring straight into the sun's dazzling corona without the obscuring filter of those polarized lenses he usually hides behind.

"I—" His usually gruff baritone emerges far hoarser and more tremulous than intended when he finally manages unclenching his jaw enough to speak.

Cloud's adam's apple visibly bobs along the taut column of his throat while he falters.

"Sorry, it's just...you look really pretty, sitting out here under the stars like this."

You can practically feel the tips of your ears scorching from the unexpected sincerity now coloring those words - all traces of his customary sarcasm or monosyllabic brusqueness utterly stripped away.

And the look of naked wonder creasing Cloud's brow as his full lips tug upwards into one of his increasingly frequent half-smiles is the final catalyst catalyzing your heart into an erratic gallop against your ribcage.

Whether emboldened by the secluded intimacy of this wee-hour respite from chaos or simply too transfixed by you in this instant to bother concealing his blatant regard any longer...in this sliver of peace suspended between one fraught breath and the next, your longtime comrade gazes upon you like the rarest jewel amidst the Planet's boundless treasures.

And there's no mistaking the way his eyes briefly drift down to linger on the inviting seam of your lips when you unconsciously sweep your tongue out to moisten them in anticipation.

Cloud blinks slowly as if awaking from a trance before hastily tearing his heated stare away - his cheeks now matching the vivid crimson of yours…

[liesmyth]

locked tomb characters ranked by how cringe they are

because this post by @wifegideonnav reminded me that they’re all losers, but some are even more losers than the others

Hot Sauce: 1/10. This girl is cool in all possible ways and definitely future lead researcher material. No cringe, zero notes.

Pyrrha: 2/10. By far the least cringe of The Olds. Yes her nicknames for Nona have dad joke energy but she’s very earnest about it and it’s cute.

Juno Zeta: 2/10. Total MILF. Very smart and should know better than to get flirty with We Suffer, but I get it.

Marta Dyas: 3/10. A complete badass with a very sensible outlook on avoiding unnecessary forms. Call me Judith because I would also make a pass at her at the first possible chance.

Commander Wake: 3/10. She made Pyrrha fall in love with her, seduced ever-loyal G1deon into hatefucking and galvanized a dying resistance movement. She was genuinely nice to Gideon those 3 seconds they interacted in passing! Then she had to go and hide under the bed of a mentally ill teenager.

Dulcinea: 4/10. Her horniness for revenge is epic. Let down Pal as nicely as she could and managed to outwit Cytherea when it mattered. Not cringe at all.

Camilla: 4/10. Yes, she could kill you in seconds but she did once sell cigarettes, her most liquid asset, for about a third of their market value.

Alecto: 4/10. Scary eldritch woman-shaped creature with a sword, comes highly recommended by Pyrrha Dve. Loses points for confusing Middle English and thinking John was the best possible Sailor Earth when he was clearly the worst.

G1deon: 5/10. Utterly willing to burn for what he believes in. Yes, he probably needs some perspective but he made sure the baby had enough air before kicking Wake out of the airlock and Matthias Nonius thinks he’s an okay dude.

Pash: 5/10. She has that freedom fighter swag and the cool hair but she is a terrible bodyguard coasting on nepotism, sorry to say.

Palamedes: 6/10. He didn’t clock the serial killer pretending to be his ex because he was too busy going to painfully extreme lengths to avoid interacting with her.

Naberius: 6/10. My controversial opinion is that Babs is the least cringe of the Third House throuple. Yes he looks and acts like a peacock but he puts up with Corona snacking on him for no reason and is still nice to her, and gives Ianthe solid romantic advice.  

Nona: 6/10. Cringe in the unselfconscious way of a young teenager, and put this ability to use making Pal fess up to his nurse kink. She will never be cool but it’s part of her appeal.

Mercymorn: 7/10. Speaks in onomatopoeias. She knows she is insufferable so she’s gonna do her best to make sure to be the most insufferable person in every room. Once called John Gaius “the best man I who ever lived” to his smug face and not even blowing him up later makes up for that.

Ianthe: 7/10. Looks like a wet rat. Hopelessly dramatic but she pulls it off. Declares her love for Harrow at every turn in the most transparent possible way then pretends she’s just being snarky. Some cool points for actually getting shit done

Coronabeth: 7/10. Terrible taste in love interests. Her freedom fighter era was hot but she thinks pompadour hair is a good look? Also, the way she spent her whole life lying about necromancy speaks of extreme conflict avoidance. Cringe move.

Judith: 7/10. She deserved to suffer and has suffered more than she deserves. It’s cringe how she clings to her imperialist brainwashing but she gets a point for rightfully understanding she should be wary of Corona, something Ianthe still can’t even grasp.

Ortus: 7/10. Yes he quotes his own epic poetry WIP at people but he also had to grow up on the Ninth with nothing better to do. Genuinely a very nice guy.

Cytherea: 8/10. Her unhinged vibes are very hot but she killed a couple of nerds and two teenagers instead of anyone who was actually dangerous. Cringe of her!

Silas: 8/10. Smarmy cloud-looking motherfucker. He is a child Pope and I guess he can’t help the inherent cringe of the Eight. But that’s still no excuse for bringing a portrait of John all the way to Canaan House just to hang it in your bedroom, dude.

Gideon: 8/10. Babygirl is a horny virgin with the vocabulary of a nerd. Harrow is bones over tit in love with her and she fails to notice after living in Harrow’s brain for eight months. Gets points for managing to maintain impressive biceps on a diet with no protein.

Augustine: 9/10. Extremely cringe because of how hard he tries to pretend he’s not cringe. Cigarettes on a space station and effectively performing swag don’t make up for how much he clearly wants to suck John’s dick. Which he did at least twice.

Harrow: 10/10. Spent most of her life being mean to Gideon because she was too hot to deal with and lobotomized a coffee shop AU into existence. Thinks Ianthe Tridentarius is beautiful. Once built a bone cocoon to sleep in after not drinking water for two days. Should’ve told God months ago that she just didn’t want to eat his fucking biscuits and stop offering.

John: 10/10. Unfortunately, this scale only goes up to 10 but we all know it’s not enough. Deeply cringe in a myriad of ways, chiefly among them the way he inflicts his barely veiled incest kink on all his friends. That one dad joke was gold, though.

This was getting too long but for the record: Aiglamene is cool and so is Abigail Pent. Magnus is not cool but he’s a fun time. The Terrible Teens are exempt from judgement on account of being 14.

[noblesvacation]

AND A JAPANESE UPDATE

Happy early birthday to me!! Lizel and co. are enjoying the festival ball when they're suddenly approached by a man who calls Gil "Gilbert"?!

[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page pt2 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

After a recurring nightmare, you and Sam decide to open the shop early...only to have an early arriving customer.

Part 1, part 3

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams

Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seemed

My love, when you dream them up

You awoke with a jolt at your alarm, the cursed song striking once more before you could silence your phone. As you sit up the irony is not lost on you. Your dreams of late had been haunted by the caricature of your ex, some cartoon evil laugh chasing with the constant ringing of your phone. The dreams always ended the same, except for this last night:

He was upon you in a moment, clawed hand reaching up your leg. You kick and kick but the words never escape your sewn mouth. The words of your ex-coworker swarm you like angry flies, bold and ugly.

“Disgraceful”

“Stepped over for the CEO’s daughter”

“They were shoddy anyway…”

The voices all fade into your ex’s final words to you: “I never loved you anyway.”

That crushed your heart into ash and scattered it into the indifferent winds. But before he could drag you back, a shape formed in your conscience. Heavy boot steps silence the laughter and a large figure passes in your peripheral vision. In the haze of your dream, he passes the shelves, the bookstore emerging from the darkness to surround your ex and the harpies. 

Your panic slows in the familiar setting and with a kick you send your ex stumbling backward. Turning your face up from the hardwood floor you look towards the figure as the haze clears. It's a man, tall and in black, just browsing but something draws your eye. And as you feel yourself awaken his eyes, hardwood and honey, meet yours. 

You hear shuffling before there is a knock on your door. You call him in and Sam’s head pops in. Green eyes hidden behind black curls meet yours and he pauses upon seeing your slouched shoulders.

“Nightmare again?” He kicks a pair of jeans aside and enters your room.

You stand, make your bed swiftly, and turn to address him in the glory of your Rainbow Fish Pajamas. 

“Yeah, except there was a man this-”

“You got Soap on the brain again?” It comes out immediately and you flush before rushing forward to hit your older brother figure. He was and wasn't wrong. In the following weeks after Soap’s initial visit you found yourself developing a steady friendship with the Scot, who insisted on dropping in every other day. It started with recommendations but quickly turned into shared tea over book conversations. You learned a little about him in the meantime, finding out he worked as a bartender literally down the street from your little shop. The convenience of his closeness and his ease of personality found you a fast and steady friend. 

“-despite your obvious stupidity, no I do not like him!” You huffed, and it was true! Soap was handsome but in truth, you believed that one he was in a relationship and second he was better as a prospective friend. 

Sam grins, dodging your poor attempt to smack him as he spins out of your room,

“He is hot though, poor lad probably gets hit on every shift. Remember we promised to visit on Saturday night! Come on let's open up the store early. I have a good feeling about today!” And with a clap of his hands for you to hurry he closes your door, exiting down the hall towards the kitchen. In a moment you can hear him lighting the stove to make breakfast. 

In the resulting silence, you dress yourself, passing a reflection of yourself in the mirror and choosing to ignore it. Your laptop sits beside your current project: A Smith Corona Corsair, one of the few possessions you had brought with you. The typewriter was the start of your writing career and you kept it well-tuned for work. 

You run a soft hand over its polished ivory keys. The mint blue of the case had a few scratches but was mostly worn from love. You remember as a child hammering on the keys, which graduated into a curiosity for mechanical machines and writing. The stone kept tumbling after you finished your Master’s in English and first stepped into the editing business. In the topsy-turvy world you found yourself in a comfortable position as an editor for a company, a year in deciding to write your books and the rest was history. 

You close the typewriter and quickly change into a manageable but comfy outfit then head out into the hall. Closing your door, you head down the hallway of your small flat, passing photos from back home with Sam. Taking a right you pass into the open concept of the apartment (Sam’s room was straight across the hall from yours). You pad softly on the carpet, stepping onto the rug and into the kitchen where Sam is making breakfast. He flips a pancake as bacon sizzles on the griddle. Running a hand to his shoulder you lean over to see how it was coming, sufficiently satisfied at his improving cooking skills.

“You are learning well”

“I get it from the best” he replies pulling you in for a small hug and a kiss to the side of your head. He releases you at the ding of 8 am on the clock. 

“You want breakfast up here?” You hover over the cabinet of plates, proceeding to pull two out for the food with silverware following. 

“Nah, let's just open shop, I'll eat in the sitting area before cleaning the book return. Can you take the counter today?”

You nod and shift aside so he can plate the food. The Ghibli style meal looks filling and you sigh, you go to take a swipe at the fresh pancakes but Sam dances aside.

“Wait till we’re downstairs.” He follows it up by gathering the silverware and heading towards the stairs. You pout and go to open the door for him and proceed to follow him down the hardwood stairs.

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You set up post at the counter by 8:11, a plate of food set aside the stack of holds. Some paperbacks gleam with a glossy finish, while other hardbacks are nice with matte coats. Before your eye moves away you catch the shine of antiqued gold. You gently move the top books aside to grab the fabric-bound hardback: Twenty Thousand Leagues Under The Sea by Jules Verne.  It looked to be a 50s-60s American release, bound with an inner marbled coat of paper and inlaid with gold foil lettering. The deep aqua of the fabric was barely worn, you wondered if the book had ever been read at all with the great condition it was in. You looked inside the cover for a name but on a a shibu inu shaped sticky note were the initials S.R.

Huh, that's interesting. You ran a hand over the scripting, it wasn't Sam nor your handwriting. You shrug. They must be regular then. You and Sam had a ‘write and set aside’ policy in the store. 

It was an unspoken rule amongst the two of you (and the regulars) that if a book turned up on the counter like this, with a name, it was put ‘on hold’. You set the beautiful book aside with a final glance, then turned your attention to breakfast. 

After finishing your meal you opened the doors to the bookstore at an early 8:34 am. Turning back to the counter you head over and hook your phone up to the music. You flip through Your Love first then frown, the implications of the song a bit much, next Jessie’s Girl. At Rick Springfield’s voice, you sigh, flashes of the girl your ex dumped, and you turn the song again. Then finally the sweet guitar riff and a beat that puts you on your toes kicks up. From the back of the shelves, Sam's head full of hair pokes out.

“It's been a while since we've had a Bowie day!”

You smile back at him as Modern Love kicks up. You sway from around the corner and flip the sign to open, you turn on the neon sign and turn to go stock the sitting area when there’s an immediate ding of the bell as someone enters. You turn around as Sam calls a Welcome in from the back of the store. The first sight that hits you is a literal wall of a man, then there is the smell of worn leather and pine. You step back with a small oh in surprise. 

He wears all black except for a pair of well-fitting jeans and leather boots. As your eyes trace up his tall figure you catch a snug shift with a leather jacket fitted over. Then a black surgical mask and…you freeze. Looking down at you with a slight sense of amusement are eyes the color of darkened honey. 

The man from your dream! But in the flesh and oh…

“I am so sorry!” You wave your hand in front of you a little shy to be caught staring.

The man offers no more than a slight nod with amusement dancing in his eyes. He regards you a moment before mentioning in a low voice, rough but soft:

“No worries dove.”

And with that he steps around you, brushing your arm with the slightest touch of leather, and disappears into the books.

You stand for a moment more before a blush runs up your face and a tingle runs down your spine.

Fuck.

END

I love writing this. I am no longer bored in the library thank you to these lovely people (Taglist!)

@ghostlythots

[thathastagbiotch]

Valentine’s Day!

Your favorite sicko is writing a fiction for her main socials to see instead of wattpad! If this doesn’t do well, then back to wattpad we go.

Pairing: Cassandra x Reader, Rapunzel x reader, Varian x reader

Warning: Established relationship(why do people hate these?)

•Herz De Sonne’s Journal

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Cassandra

Today was the day of hearts! It was a joyous time all throughout Corona, where couples would get together to sign Herz De Somme’s Journal as a profession of love, to be immortalized forever. You saw it as a wonderfully romantic gesture. Your girlfriend, however, did not.

You had always tried to get your Cassandra to sign the journal with you, but she just thought it was stupid. You already knew you were in love, why did you need to write it down? Nonetheless, you were determined to get her to say yes this year.

“y/n, I’ve already told you, I’m not signing that book.” “Please, Cass? It would mean so much.” “Why are you so insistent on signing that book?”

She gave in. Even the daughter of the captain of the guard can’t resist plot armor. She reluctantly signed the book, your love immortalized forever.

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Rapunzel

(I feel like doing headcannons for her(like the bulletins)

•would initiate the signing.

•you cannot say no to that face

•”as princess of Corona, it’s my duty to sign this book in honor of the combination of our kingdoms”

•no, she just wants you to sign it.

•visibly excited when your about to sign it

•after you two sign it, you kiss and go on a romantic date to celebrate.

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Varian

•You walked up to him one day and was like “Varian, sweetie, can we sign Herz de Sonne’s book?” with the puppy eyes and he could not say no

•is absolutely nervous

•He’s an ex-villain, people might think he wants to steal the book

•you get him to sign it somehow

•bro is shocked to find out that nobody cares and by shocked I mean he is SHOOKETH

•Right after he dips you and kisses you

•say m’lady in a deep voice(chat noir is that you?)

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I’m so sorry please indulge me

it’s the middle of the night and I’m running on ramen noodles and period pain medication so forgive me if it’s rushed.

[captainbrookeworm]

I had fun with the Ninjago one so probs gonna do it with the other semi niche stuff I'm into

[kero17]

rapunzel corona (tangled the series) and charlie morningstar (hazbin hotel) are best friends 5ever, and they looove to sing about their feelings while braiding each others hair~ 🌻 also, somewhere near Varian and Lucifer are talking about inventions and stuff (like having similar voices), while vaggie and cassandra\eugene are keeping an eye on everything, checking their princesses girlfriends don't get hurt in any way a very selfservice crossover because life is too short to draw just for likes and not for my own entertainment

🌻 ig:  @kero17.exe 🌻 twitter: @kero17_exe