#court of darkness content creators

[onedayimgonnasnap]

Court of darkness fandom tumblr survival guide.(read this with an Australian accent)

As a new fan you might be wondering, “WHERE ARE ALL THE FANFICTIONS?! THE FANART?! THE CRACK?! THE ANGST?! SMUT?!” And yes good sir that was me when I first got here.

Because of that I will be showing up at least 10 Content Creators that you shall follow in this barren community. And give you a list of reasons why.

So come along on this safari tour ride;

No 1. @atomsminecraft Now this person may seem like your average crazy Lou psycho fan. But you’re wrong- ⁉️

This person actually makes really good fluff of Lou. They’re like a Lou encyclopedia. But be careful you may or may not accidentally offend them depending on your take on Lou.

Their content and head cannons can range between Wholesome to crack to angst so be careful where you step on their page. It’s dangerous mate.

No. 2 @jaysquid Now come along to see this amazing artist. Now now don’t take pictures they can be aggressive if you mess up their work, so we must observe from afar,

They are extremely chill most of the time, if you have an Court of Darkness suggestion child; they’re the ones to go too-

They also have extremely great random topics about anything related to court of darkness, and they’re able to bring up excellent points in Head Cannons.

No 3. @bitchkay Now with this one, over all extremely thirsty and bisexual for everyone of them ⁉️

Don’t be afraid as the angel said unto Marry, don’t worry this one doesn’t bite but it does bark.

They’re also the No 1. Smut creator to go to if you’re over 18. If not you’ll be sacrificed to the wolves if you’re suggesting nsfw😧

Also you’ll learn things about characters you’ve never thought about that, and you may not turn dirty minded😔

Let’s sneak by from this one aye?

No 4. @toasnearlynakedghost

Do they create fanfictions? Maybe (I haven’t seen some)

Do they create fanart? Yes.

How ever this person is like the Gorden Ramsey of the fandom, especially if you’re like me. When they respond to your comment or post with “😂” it feels like you’re dad came back with the milk.

You feel like you’ve gained approval that you have not got from your parents/srs.

It’s a strange feeling in your soul yes.

However it feels goddamn good.

No 5. @abugwritesstuff You see this person you have options the possibilities are endless.

It’s infinity to beyond.

They’re also extremely chill, and when requesting something they have the characters accurate and it feels like something you’d see from the game no matter what the topic is lol.

I once requested that ended up traumatizing Knight.

Now then take pictures and souvenirs and let’s move on >:)

No 6. @chirp-a-chirp Now here we have the bird, yes I order to get them to come closer to you is to preform the bird ritual, yes you may chirp.

If you do that ritual legend has it that they’ll grant your wish/request.

First you gotta start it by saying “I have no bitches 3 times” then start chirping aggressively. >:)

Depending on your wish/request it may be granted. If the ancient bird doesn’t see it fit then you’ll die of Minecraft fall damage.

Their content is extremely rangeful to both COD to obey me, so you got options.

No 7. @marsipanic Now with this ancient being they have made the hottest female MC OCs be careful though they might take it a sign of aggression if you bark to much.

It makes you jealous of Guy- Yes Guy out of all people.

This content creator believes they can change him- well leave it at that.

They also have a creative/ smut OC series. It’s pretty bad ass. So go check it out.

No 8. @dotster001 Now with this one doesn’t have that many fanfictions, however it doesn’t make it any less great than the others.

They also have a bunch of twisted wonderland and other games fanfictions you may wanna check out, because they’re super good.

However do not take any pictures, you may not reach your hand out at them. Do not feed them-

No 9. @bobasis Now kids, this is the only one who has ever made history with creating the first MC X reader fanfiction.

It’s amazing; consorts who?

They also have amazing art so you better go check it out.

Also keep ur hands to yourself when you see their MC *sprays with spray bottle* DOWN BOY- DOWN-!

No 10. @ithseem Now this son of a bitch will roast you accurately whether you like it or not, so be careful kiddo. They’re venomous.

They also have really cute fanart from what I’ve seen after stalking their tumblr, like I do with anyone 😘 It’s just a way of life kid.

[bokettochild]

thoughts on Fable LU

I know most creators in the LU circle like to make Fable be a nice, gentle person in contrast to Legend- the sweet to his sour if you will, but you know what?

I want Fable to be the most ice queen level sort of screwed up that, when the chain find out Legend has a sister, they THINK she's the sweet one- only to meet her and realize that Legend is the nice one in the family.

I want a Fable that lost her mom and dad because Ganon's servants were hunting her family down for ages, killing off every Hylian Knight as they sought out the hero, hoping to eliminate him before Ganon emerged. I want a Fable that knows her father was betrayed by his best friend and cast into the dark world. I want a Fable that's watched the king make dubious decisions for years and has come to accept them as normalcy. I want a Fable who doesn't hesitate to kill for the good of her kingdom. I want a Fable that's well aware of how dark the world is and grew up with that knowledge.

I want a Fable who has watched her brother tear himself apart for the world they protect, who's seen him go from innocent child to grief-ridden young man; full of guilt and still desperately wanting to save everyone. A princess who contrasts her hero, but not in a way that makes him look cruel, but highlights the humanity of the saltiest hero.

A princess who is cold to outsiders, in contrast to how Legend befriends other kingdoms with ease. A princess who will kill, where her hero shows mercy. A princess who makes the tough decisions, because she won't force others to do so for her. A princess who is dangerous and cold, someone who makes even the heroes doubt which side she stands on.

I want a Princess Fable Hyrule who has set her sights on being strong- not because she wants to be 'great' or because she wants power, or even to go down in history. Not even for Hyrule. (She never got to see Hyrule or know it's people, it makes no sense that she'd love them with anything like someone who actually knows anything about them personally, not like her brother). No, she wants to be powerful for one reason: so her brother can stop forcing himself to be strong.

She called this little boy to help her and watched him make his first kill and sent him on a mission that slowly tore him apart and reforged him into a hero. Like her predecessor, she blames herself for stealing his childhood, except Legend is her brother, and she has no way to give back what he lost. So, instead, she tries to create a place where he no longer has to remain what he became, and maybe can go back to being what he was before; carefree, content, and happy. (He won't, but she wants him to have that option anyway).

She's a wildfire to the court, to her enemies she's a storm, but she's a warm, gentle thing with her baby brother.

She's the scary Zelda to me. I think all of them should be affected by their worlds and experiences, but I feel like she, of all of the princesses, has the best potential to be hardened. After all, she's been through most of the same hell as Legend, only unable to change it. She's been powerless long enough, I want her to be just a bit power hungry in the wake of it.

I want Fable to be scary!

[writingstreetspirit]

One Breath, One Touch

Summary: A night out at Rita’s changes everything for the better

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tension, reader is very shy, prolonged eye contact, kissing

Word count: 1.6k

A/N: It feels like it’s been forever since I last wrote a longer piece instead of headcanons, so here’s a Azriel piece. If you liked this, please like/comment/reblog/follow as it helps me and every other content creator out there. Thank you! ��🏻

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Rita’s is full of people, not unusual as it was Saturday night. Drinking, laughing, dancing, and music fills up the building, a pleasant atmosphere of life all around you. A lot of handsome and beautiful things and people to look at, but there is only one person that’s grabbed your attention tonight.

You can tell he is watching you, because you can feel his stare in your soul. The Night Court's own Shadowsinger Azriel is just a few meters away, along with several others that are part of the Inner Circle, Cassian, Nesta, Mor, and Amren. They’re drinking and laughing, Mor and Cassian goofing along to the music.

While Azriel is there in the middle of the group, his focus seems to be entirely on you. His eyes are like whiskey, they glow in the light, and are dark in the shadows. He stands there, looking at you, waiting and watching.

You blush from the intense staring, not being able to hold the intense eye contact for more than a few seconds before having to look away, only to then return your eyes to him again, starting over the process.

This has become a routine over the years. While Velaris is not a small city, it is inevitable to run into all citizens at some point or another. Especially with you being a co-owner at the local bakery in the middle of town, you have had customers all over the Court visit to purchase freshly baked bread or sweet pastries.

That includes the Inner Circle, Feyre and Mor often visit for the delicious cupcakes, and oftentimes Azriel accompanies them, probably as a safety precaution with Feyre being with the High Lord of the Night Courts, Rhysand. The first ever time you meet the lovely High Lady you also saw Azriel.

It’s almost been four years to the day, and every time the door opened and Azriel stepped inside, your heart would race. You’d engage in small conversations, well, more like just a few words, but you’d think about those hazel eyes and dark hair for days until the next drop in.

He raises an eyebrow slightly. He leans back against the wall he’s against, and stares you down. You can sense some kind of tension like it’s something you can physically touch and see. You feel nervous, a fluttering in your stomach.

He stares at you for a while longer. When you're not expecting it, he walks away from his group and steps right up to you. His voice is low and rumbling. “Are you here alone?”

You blink slowly, feeling warmth traveling through your face. If you had a mirror to see yourself, you bet you’d be as red as a tomato. You admit in barely a whisper, “No, I came with a friend. Though I think they’ve left me for a male.”

The corner of his mouth curls down in a small frown, and he glances away from you for a split second before his eyes pierce into yours again. “She didn’t even say that she were leaving?”

You shook your head. It wasn’t the first time something like that has happened, and while it stung the first couple times, it didn’t bother you anymore.

“Would you like company? You seem lonely.” You gulp, looking away from Azriel’s intense eyes. Your cheeks are burning hot, and despite the thin dress and the slightly cool temperature you break out into a sweat. You croak, “Yes, I’d like that.”

His gaze returns to yours, Azriel’s eyes seem to pierce through you. He leans closer towards you, the a small smile forming on his lips. “Should I get us something to drink?”

“Okay,” You breathe out, your heart racing inside your chest. Azriel’s the most handsome male you’ve ever seen, and so…kind and caring. You find it hard to look at him without revealing all your personal thoughts and feelings about him. About how he’d been on your mind everyday since he first walk inside the bakery.

You can smell his scent, it is intoxicating, and it fills your mind with thoughts of him. He’s wearing that cologne that you’d sniffed out whenever he’s been near enough for years now. It’s good, fitting him perfectly. He is so close you could kiss him.

“What would you like to drink, sweetheart?” Azriel asks, and his low voice sends shivers down your spine. Your heart fluttered, he had called you sweetheart.

You don’t answer for a long moment. You’re sure that he’ll know what you’re thinking about if you answer him. Hell, he probably already knows. After all, he is a Spymaster, and a very skilled one at that. Finally you squeak out, “Surprise me.”

He smiles, then turns away to walk towards the bar. You breathe out shakily once your alone. Fuck, you think, I must look so dumb in front of him. He’s just being kind, he doesn’t like me like that. Just as you’d managed to gather yourself somewhat, he returns with to glasses in his hand. One’s a whisky, the other is…your favorite drink.

“I hope you like this one, I can get another for you if you don’t.” Azriel says, holding out the glass towards you. A shaking hand accept the glass, letting the cold drink cool your flushed skin. “Thank you. No, this is perfect actually.”

You sip the drink through the straw, a pleasant hum escaping your mouth at the pleasant taste. You miss the pleased smile forming on Azriel’s face as he takes a swing of the whisky.

“Have you had a pleasant evening, despite your friend leaving?” Azriel asked, and you look up from your drink to see that he’s already looking at you. You hum, nodding once. “I have. Have you? Had a pleasant evening, I mean?”

He chuckled, nodding to behind him where his very obviously family were still hanging out. “Indeed, but I think they’ve had more fun than me based on how much they’ve drank. Especially Cassian and Mor.”

You laugh softly, gazing down at your high heels clad feet bash fully. “Yes, it seems to be that case.”

Azriel studies you for a long while, waiting for you to look back up again. When you finally do he smiles that smile that you’d like to think was reserved just for you. Your hair has thankfully fallen in front of your face and you hope the strands hid the flush that spreads across cheeks.

“Though I can think of something else that would make this night impossible better than it already is.” Azriel spoke low, his voice barely louder than that you just managed to here him. You look at him questioning, curious as to what he was thinking.

He raises his hand, scarred fingers brushing strands of hair out of your face and tucks it behind your ear. He pauses, the space between you is electric and palpable. “Do you want to know what I’m thinking about right now?”

You want to say yes, tell me, I want to know everything single thing you’re thinking, no matter how small or seemingly unimportant, but you're too flustered to speak, so you nod instead.

He smiles slightly, it’s as if he already knew you’re tongue tied. His thumb traces your jawline, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. He whispers, “Y/N, I have been wanting to do this since the moment first I saw you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, not knowing what Azriel is referring to, but before you could ask what he meant, his lips were pressed against your.

His touch is gentle, yet intense. Your heart is pounding out of your chest. You feel alive, your whole body is humming, electric. Azriels free hand is cupping your cheek tenderly, and you melt into his touch. Your hands creep up to his waist, gripping onto the fabric both to pull him impossibly closer and to keep your unsteady legs upright. Somewhere far in the back of your mind your hoping that you’re not spilling the drink all over the back of his shirt.

You don't want the kiss to end, but eventually it does. He pulls away slowly, as if he also didn’t want to leave your pillow soft lips. His hand fall away from your face, and you look up at him. Your breath rushes back to your lungs, and you are breathless.

Azriel stares back at you, you are both breathless. Eventually he speaks, his voice is low and rumbling. “You are the most beautiful person my eyes have ever laid upon.”

Your heart races, you have never felt like this before. Never been so enamored, felt so seen, both in and out, or so cherished by another. It’s exciting and terrifying at the same time. Please, a voice in your head said, don’t ever let this feeling go away. You pant, eyes unable to look away from his for even a second, “Really?

Azriel lowers his hand to touch your chin, to cup it in his and make you look him in the eyes. They are warm and soft, unlike his usual hard and closed off expression. His voice is low and rumbling, you can feel in your heart that he is telling the truth.

“I could look at you all day.” He tells you, “and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

You lean your flushed cheek into his hand, nuzzling into his warm skin. You smile up at him, at the male that had stolen your heart. The true words spill out of your mouth without any embarrassment or uncertainty. “You are too, Azriel. So very beautiful.”

He smiles back, and his touch is gentle as he strokes your cheek. All the tension and nervousness has melted away between you. Instead a warm, cozy feeling lingers between the two of you, the rest of the visitors in the bar just background noise.

“Will you take me home with you, Azriel?” You asked, looking deep into his eyes. Azriel lowers his hand from your chin, his eyes still locked on yours.

“Yes,” he says, his face shining with what you could only describe as pure joy. Wherever your newfound confidence came from, you thanked it greatly. He puts down his whisky on the table top beside you, and you follow with your own glass. “I will take you home with me if you desire it, sweetheart.”

“Then what are we waiting for?” You ask, a small playful smile breaking out across your face. Azriel chuckles low, slowly wrapping his strong arm tenderly around your waist and gently guides you along with him out of Rita’s and into the night breeze.

[l0vergirlatheart]

masterlist... ૮₍ ´ ꒳ `₎ა ⚝ = (possibly) dark content

genshin impact ⟡ most are pre-sumeru release!

⚝ villain reader ; x yan!sagau | part 2

2022 xmas special ; sagau ; ft. omori

⚝ zombie apoc!reader w ptsd ; x sagau!zhongli, childe/tartaglia, cyno

affection with xiao and zhongli

genius reader ; x sagau!al-haitham, kaveh, childe/tartaglia

party with the og archon trio | part 2

fatui ramble | yandere ver.

shapeshifting creator ramble ; x sagau

doubles ; sagau!albedo, scara/wanderer

mandela catalogue 𖦹 no longer writing

affection ; victims

jealousy ; victims

taking turns (sfw I PROMISE IGNORE THE SUS TITLE) ; jonah + adam

pillow fort w jonah

⚝ pathological facade / burnt out child prod. reader x adam

⚝ bloodshed ; adam

omori ୨୧

surprise hugs ; real world

2022 xmas special ; ft. sagau

sunny's last night with you

twst ʚɞ

epel attempting to court you

ace trappola hcs

dorm leaders w a sensitive reader

hsr ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

always being jing yuan's 2nd priority

blade with a terminally ill reader

⚝ roses protrude from the sidewalk like my love seeping out of the cracks of my once cold skin ; sculptor!reader x caelus, sampo, argenti

⚝ mandela catalogue sunday

multiple

song lyrics for fav chars . . .

more to be added...

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[shadeysprings]

The Princess of Asgard

—Loki x F!Reader

Summary: Your supposed vacation on Asgard takes an unexpected turn.

Warnings: kidnapping, non-consensual arranged marriage, betrayal & violence.

A/N: Written for @lokisgoodgirl as they've been wanting some Dark!Loki recently. Ngl, I do miss writing him. Un-beta so may be meh.

Your feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated. Support Content Creators! And I hope you guys enjoy! ❤️

The tears continue streaming down your face as you stare at your reflection in the vast mirror hanging on the wall. The emerald gown you were forced to wear shimmers beautifully against the light of your chambers and you wish you could appreciate such a delicate garment, to bask at the regality being laid upon your feet. 

But you can’t, not even a shred of happiness can be found within, for such gifts have come with a price, one you know deep down you cannot pay.

You blame your naivety, for it’s what brought you into your situation in the first place. The excitement burst from you when Thor and his brother, Loki, invited you to see their home. The stories of Asgard have held a vice on you since you were young, mesmerized at how beautiful the images scholars painted of a place they’ve never seen before. And being given that opportunity, to witness what no one else on earth has, was too irresistible not to take.

“What are you wearing?” Loki asks upon seeing you when you open the door, his eyes trailing down your body before stopping at your face.

“Oh, am I underdressed?” You ask, looking down at the graphic tee and canvas shorts you put on that morning. “I just thought of dressing light since it’s summer here.” 

“Not at all, darling.” He smiles before ushering himself into your room along with a stout middle-aged woman with stacks of fabric nestled in her arms. “But I was thinking you would dress like an Asgardian during your stay here.” 

The woman, who Loki introduces as Thyra, lays the assortment of fabric on the foot of your bed, dresses of silk and satin, looking delicate to the touch. You look up at Loki, eyes wide in disbelief and awe. 

“Take your pick.” He instructs but nears the emerald dress all the same and runs his fingers against its skirts. “But I personally think you would look good in this.”

You scan the garments, the gold and beige sitting idly on the mattress, both in the same cut and style. Only the emerald dress stands out from the bunch, looking regal and elegant. But regardless of his suggestion, your eyes still land on the beige, hand reaching over to caress the silk before taking it. 

“But this would look more in season, don’t you think?” You tell him, a smile playing on your lips. He smiles back but you can’t help but notice how it doesn’t reach his eyes. 

Though after that morning, the dresses presented to you were all of the same color, emerald fabrics dancing against the lights of your room, leaving you no choice but to wear the green thrust upon you. 

Your first week on Asgard was spent touring the palace and the outer grounds, Loki always at your side, arm intertwined with yours as he introduced you to his friends, along with the other lords and ladies in Thor’s court. A feast was even thrown in your honor, and even if you found the extravagant event fun and entertaining, the way you were regarded by royals and commoners alike threw you off guard. 

But it didn’t stop there. Even after the feast, people bowed at your wake and called you princess, the title off-putting considering you were not close to such status, a mere civilian and average citizen on earth. 

You thought they were doing so to show respect to the king and the prince’s visitor, but that one-morning exchange with Thyra, when she entered your room without your permission and started laying out a dress on the top of your bed, told you otherwise. 

“It’s unheard of in all the realms for a princess to dress herself.” Thyra says in disbelief when you try to dismiss her. “I would not want the prince to scold me for not doing my work accordingly.”

“Oh—but I’m not a princess.” You tell her with a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. 

“Not yet.” She simply responds before bending low and turning to leave.

And that chance encounters with Lord Fandral as you walked through the corridors of the palace alone.

“Are you lost, princess?” He asks.

You don’t understand why you’re being addressed as such. Is it customary to give visitors of the royals such titles?

With your brain too muddled with errant thoughts, you choose to brush it off and ask Loki later why they are treating you as such, you give the golden lord a smile and ask him where you can find the kitchen. 

“I’d be happy to escort you, princess.” Lord Fandral says with a smile as he offers his hand for you to take.

As the days turn into weeks, the once magnificent palace felt all too suffocating; with Thyra’s constant insistence to serve you, the whispers you heard from the servants as you walked past them, and most of all, Loki’s indifference each time you asked him why you are being treated in such a weird way. 

Until that day, all the answers were finally laid at your feet.

“Darling, Thyra has told me that—what are you doing?”

You don’t spare Loki a glance, irritation filling your senses as you pack all your things. “I’m leaving. I thought visiting Asgard would be great but things here are just fucking weird.” You spit, shoving your clothes in your duffel but stopping when Loki places a hand over your bag.

“You will do no such thing.” He says and you scowl up at him, but your anger shifts into curiosity, and your spine shivers when you see the seriousness in his emerald eyes. “You’re not to leave Asgard until I say so.”

“Why?!” You push his hand away and try to grab your bag but he latches onto the strap, pulling it completely from your grasp, and throws it on the ground. “What the fuck?! You can’t keep me here, Loki! I’m telling Thor and you won’t be welcomed back to the compound!”

“Go on then. He’s in the throne room right now.” He says, moving away and gesturing to the door. But the tone of his voice, calm and resolute, has fear crawling up your skin.

Yet still, you push on and walk past him, marching yourself through the halls as you try to navigate your way. You sense Loki following behind, but give him no mind, though once you find yourself lost, his chuckle resounds in your ear and you stiffen when his hand rests at the small of your back and whispers, “Just through here, darling.” 

He leads you through a set of double doors and you look ahead to see Thor sitting on the throne, Mjolnir laying inanimate at his feet while addressing the people surrounding him. 

His eyes meet yours and he smiles, dismissing his subjects when you march up to him. But the friendly smile fades when you stomp up the steps, a frown playing on his lips. “My lady, you seem to be in distress.” 

“Hell yeah, I am.” You almost shout, pointing an accusing finger at Loki who stops at the foot of the steps. “Your brother is being an asshole. He said I can’t leave Asgard without his permission.”

Thor looks startled at your words, eyes shifting to his brother and then to you. “But why would you leave Asgard when you’re to be wed?”

You stiffen at the word. Wed? What does he mean? Your eyes dart to Loki who casually stands by the steps before climbing up toward you. He reaches for your hand but you quickly pull away, your eyes focused on him before looking at Thor who stands from his seat.  

“Have you not told her, brother?” Thor asks, but his eyes remain on you. 

“Told me what?!” You respond in a rush, panic rolling through your veins.

“I was supposed to while we ate breakfast but she banished her handmaiden and I caught her packing her things.”

Thor sighs but chuckles after. “Loki, you know midgardians are more unrefined in these situations than us.”

“I took your word into account, brother. Thought I would break it to her gen—”

“What the fuck are you both talking about?!” You shout, anger and fear mixing within you. “What the hell is happening?! What are you not telling me?!”

“Do you want to tell her or should I?” Thor asks his brother and Loki simply grins, giving a solemn bow to his brother. Thor faces you, blue eyes serious yet full of mirth. “You’ve accepted my brother’s gifts, have you not?”

“Gifts?”

“The dress.” He waves a hand in your direction and you look down at the green silk hanging from your shoulders. “You wear his colors, you’ve accepted his invitation to come home with him. Your chambers, adjacent to the prince’s, and a handmaiden for you to use as you please. Each one deserving of a princess.”

“But—” You stammer and shake your head. They can’t be gifts, you never even thought them to be; simply thinking that everything was part of Asgardian culture and you were not one to question their way of life. “I didn’t know they were gifts. I thought they—”

“I thought you were a smart girl but you’ve proved me wrong, little one.” Thor laughs and waves to his brother. “Enlighten her with the situation, we can’t have a scene played before the court on the day of the wedding.”

“But what if I decline?” Your voice trembles as you speak, body shaking as everything starts to make sense; why everyone calls you princess, Loki’s looming presence, and Thyra forcing you to wear the dresses instead of putting on the ones you brought with you. “I should get to decide, shouldn’t I?”

“But the decision has already been made,” Loki rebuts and you take a step back when he steps closer. “And it is seen as treason and punishable by death to go against the will of the royal family.”

You blink slowly, the air leaving your lungs as you try to process all the information that has just been said. You can’t get married, Loki may be handsome but you have no feelings for him. You feel betrayed, played with, and the pain feels too overwhelming as you saw the brothers to be your friends. 

Why would they trick you? What have you done to merit such devious intent?

“It will be easier once you’ve had some food in you, darling.” Your eyes meet Loki’s when he stands close to you, his hand wrapping around your arm, thumb gently caressing your skin. “And realize that being my wife would be the best thing that has ever happened to you.”

You don’t want to agree. What the hell do they know about what’s best for you and what’s not? But you don’t fight back, instead, you nod and allow Loki to take your hand, bowing your head to Thor before following his brother out of the vast throne room. 

But as soon as you pass by the doors, the guards closing them at your wake, you stomp down on Loki’s foot and clench your fists before thrusting it towards his neck, making the god stumble back while he chokes.

You don’t waste any more time and run as fast as you can, sprinting through the halls and staggering down the stairs. Several servants squeal in shock at your wake but you give them no mind, set on finding your way out of the palace and towards the bridge that you once crossed when you arrived. 

Several footsteps stomp behind you and you push further, urging yourself to run faster. You can hide in the forest once you leave the palace and plan from there. All you want now and all you can do is get away from Loki and his brother and hope that you can find someone to help you and take you back home. 

But you grunt when something solid catches your waist, your back pressing hard against a surface that you soon realize is someone’s chest. You try to pull away, clawing on the arm that restrains you to set yourself free, but you whimper when you feel the edge of a blade pressing against your neck, tilting your head back to avoid being cut. 

“I will not be insulted by your insolence, darling.” Loki drawls against your ear. “I have been very patient with you, I have been kind. You do not want to test these waters only to end up drowning.” 

“Please, Loki.” You cry and hiss when he breaks the skin, the metallic tang of your blood wafting in the air. “Why are you doing this? I thought we were friends.”

He chuckles and you let out a breath when the blade leaves your neck. But such reprieve is lost when his fingers wrap around your throat, his nose trailing down your temple and to your cheek then pressing a soft kiss against your skin. 

“Well, darling,” He breathes, feeling rather than seeing his grin. “You thought wrong.”

Quickly, you wipe your tears away when you hear the door of your room open. You keep still, hearing soft footsteps pad through the open room and into the bedchamber, your body going stiff when you see Loki’s reflection in the mirror and resting his hands on your shoulder. 

“I hope those are happy tears, darling.” He says as he greets you with a kiss on the cheek. “Today is a joyous day and I expect nothing but.” 

You stay silent, unsure how to respond for you feel the opposite of happy. You’re trapped, kidnapped, into a foreign land, and betrayed by the people you’ve spent years who you trusted, and depended on to keep you safe. 

Your eyes then shift to the side when Loki holds up a necklace with an emerald crystal hanging by the chain. He takes the liberty of clasping the chain around your neck, whimpers leaving your lips when his hand grazes the tops of your breasts, his finger caressing the jewel that sits on your cleavage. 

“A beautiful present for my bride.” He whispers, the words stabbing your chest and you can’t help the tears from spilling once again. His brow furrows, turning you from the mirror to face him and you look down when he cups your cheek. “What’s the matter, darling? Do you not like it?” He asks. “I can get you another one, a bigger one if that’s what you want.”

“I want to go home.” You blurt out and cover your face as you sob against your palms. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening.

Loki then pinches your chin, making you wince and you drop your hands to your sides when he lifts your head and forces you to face him. A breath catches in your throat as you’re once more filled with fear, seeing his green eyes glow dangerously and the mischievous smirk forming on his lips. 

“But darling,” He breathes, “You are home.”

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Made for Him III

Warnings: this fic includes dark content including rape/noncon, blood and gore, violence, death, grief, and other potential triggering elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Peter finds himself alone after the loss of those around him, so he decides to find a cure to his grief.

Characters: Peter Parker

Note: Part 3! Happy almost-ween.

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. Thanks to everyone who reads this one and thank you for all your energy.

Love you all like Garfield loves lasagna. Take care. 💖

The Creation

Peter. His name was Peter.

That was the first thing you knew. He was gentle, kind, and patient, if not overbearing. You knew these things because he told you, because the movies, because the letters he pointed to and the numbers he counted, the words he recited. He showed you all the wonderful things about being alive.

That's what he said. That you were alive. He didn't say what you were before. That concept; 'before', that was scary. 

He also told you how beautiful you were. Even as you watched Audrey Hepburn's porcelain skin and compared it to your own scarred complexion, even as you tried to speak and your voice scratched shrilly compared to Judy Garland's silken tones, or when you tried to move like Ginger Rogers and found yourself stumbling. Those women were beautiful, you were anything but.

It was when you were watching a very funny movie, a spectacle called Singing in the Rain, when you thought of the question. Peter always liked your curiosity, it made him smile and he proudly answered, the all-knowing creator. 

"Peter," your syllables were stiff and fractured, it was still hard to get your voice out, to shape the sounds on your tongue.

"Yes, precious," he looked over, his arm stretched over the back of the couch as you sat with your legs bent in front of you.

"How…" you carefully constructed your question, sometimes you still missed some words, "how old am me?"

His eyebrows rose and his forehead wrinkled. He retracted his arm to scratch his throat as it bobbed.

"'I, how old am I," he corrected you, "why do you ask?"

You blinked and mulled his question. You didn't know how to answer. You didn't know why you thought of it.

"Am me– I very old?" You eked out, "or very young?"

He squinted and let out a sigh. His hand fell to his chest as he sat up.

"You are alive, does it matter?" He asked.

"Well…" you began, again pausing to let your words catch up to your thoughts, "are you old?"

"I am… young, relatively," he replied as he slid forward on the cushion.

"Re-la-tive-ly?" You echoed.

"I am older than some, younger than others," he explained.

You nodded and brought your fingers up to tap your lip. You looked at the actors on the screen. When you asked about them, he was happy to talk all about them. He told you about their lives, about how they knew each other, he even read to you from a book about all the scandals after your lessons. But when you asked about you, he didn't like to answer and when you asked about him, you could tell he didn't say all he knew. You knew, because he had the same look as a witness in a court scene, describing bad things you never imagined possible.

"Am I old and young like you?" You looked back at him.

His lips pressed tightly, "yes." He stood and put his hands on his hips, "you should turn that off. We have a lesson today."

"But it's not…" you scrunched your nose as you searched your mind, "done. Yes, done. See, no need lessons."

"Please, you can watch the rest later," he said as he took the books from the shelf, "you've done very well but you can't be lazy."

"Lazy?" You wondered.

"You have to do it," he insisted.

You hit the screen and the movie stopped. You pressed the slender button to darken the tablet and stood. You followed Peter to the room with the table and sat. He waited as sometimes you were still unsure on your feet.

You took a chair as he unfolded the book and slid over your notebook. He handed you the thick pencil and you wiggled it impatiently as you watched him flick through the pages.

"Peter," you said.

"Yes, precious," he replied without looking up.

"I… die?" Your voice cracked as the question made you dizzy.

"What?" He glanced up.

"I die? Do I die?" You set the pencil in the creases between the pages.

"Will you die?" He said carefully, "well, everyone d--"

"You die?" Your eyes rounded as you curled your fingers into fists.

"One day," he said evenly.

You stood so suddenly the chair toppled. Your entire body shook with that same feeling you got when the sky was booming. You touched your head as your heart beat furiously. 

"Die!?" You shouted.

"Precious," he stood, "please, don't be upset. It won't be for a very long time."

"Time," you waved your finger at him, "time… head doesn't know."

"It's… hard to understand," he cooed as he touched your shoulder gently, "you're not ready."

You frowned and crossed your arms. You pulled away from him and stomped.

"Want to know," you said, "want to… un-der-stand."

"Shh, please," he took your hands and unbent your fingers, "not now."

"When?" You pouted.

He sighed and closed his eyes. His nostrils flared and his dimples deepened. He wetted his lips and looked at you, endless pools of eternity luring you in.

"Just… later," he said, "you trust me?"

"Trust?" You remembered that word, it was in that one scene, the tears, the terror.

"Trust," you repeated, "but… fear?"

"You're scared?" He prompted and tilted his head. You nodded and he gave a sorrowful smile. "You don't have to be, not with me."

He pulled you to him, wrapping his arms around you. He did that often, sometimes for no reason at all. He pet your head, the short crop of new hair growing around the scars under the glossy blond wig. You chose that yourself, it made you feel pretty. Like Greta Garbo or Grace Kelly.

He drew back, for a moment, framing your face with his hand. His dark eyes bore into you and his thumb touched the bottom of your lip. His pupils grew big and it was if he wasn't looking at you but through you.

He let his arms fall away entirely and turned away with a sigh. "Sit, you have things to learn."

You hesitated. He seemed angry. At you? The idea of displeasing him was worse than the unknown promise of death. He was always so kind, you didn't ever want him to be mean.

You sat in the chair again, pulling it straight and folded your hands across the table. You waited as he paced, peering past the sheer curtains. You straighten your spine as it reminds you of a scene from Our Fair Lady, of Eliza Doolittle learning to be a proper woman. You were much like her, ignorant and sloppy. You wanted to be graceful and elegant like Audrey, not lost like Eliza.

"The rains in Spain fall mainly on the plain," you declared proudly.

Peter let the curtain fall straight as he unhooked his finger and bowed his head. His fingers twiddled and the veins of his arm pulsed. His skin was like silk, smooth and unblemished. How was it that he was flawless but you are so scarred? Why?

"What?" He turned slowly to face you.

"You're like Pro-fes-sor Higgins," you enunciated with difficulty, "you're teaching me to be smart."

He gripped the back of his empty chair and leaned on it. He looked at you, the line between brows receding. He smiled as he pulled out the seat and dropped onto it.

"Yeah, something like that," he agreed as he bent to glance over the open book. 

You admired his reddish brown locks, the ends starting to curl as it dangled down his neck. You could see the sweat glisten on his brow and in his hair as the heat kissed his pale cheeks. But you didn't feel the cold or the hot, not very much.

His eyes flicked up as he turned the page and he met your gaze, "what?"

You blinked and twined your fingers together, "hm?"

"What are you looking at?" He asked, a crooked smile, "me?"

You put your attention to the table guiltily and pushed your shoulders up, feet kicking below the table. He gave a soft laugh and stood, dragging his chair around the corner of the table to sit closer to you. His hand rested on the table top, cautiously moving to touch your elbow.

"Look at me again, precious," he urged.

You bit your lip, cheeks burning with a curious fire. You shook your head and tried not to giggle at the way your insides squirmed. He grabbed your arm more firmly and you gulped.

"Please," he said softly. 

You lifted your head and looked at him. His touch slid up your arm and he guided you to turn in your seat, facing him completely.

"I have a question for you," he said.

Your eyes flitted back and forth and you reached for the pencil. He chuckled and stopped you, rolling the pencil away from you. He caught your hands and rubbed them firmly with his thumbs, looking down at them as if they weren't heavy and harsh.

"Can I ask you?" He tilted his chin up.

"Ask," you confirmed.

His cheek dimpled and his throat bobbed, "precious, do you think… I'm handsome?"

You searched his face, the straight nose, his long brows, his square jaw, and thin lips. Your eyes rounded as you thought of the question. You were too shy to confess it.

"What… handsome?"

He frowned, "don't play dumb. You told me you thought Laurence Olivier was handsome. So… am I handsome?"

You smiled even as you tried not to. "Yes. Handsome. A lot."

He smiled too and sat up, "really?"

"Yes!" You tugged on his grasp and he clung to you. You wiggled free and covered your face, "but ugly!"

"Ugly?" He wondered.

"Me! Me ugly." You hid from him and turned back to the table, planting your elbows on the wood.

"No. Not ugly," Peter moved closer and touched the smooth locks of the wig, searching beneath until he found your shoulder, "beautiful."

"No. Wrong," you argued as you kept your face behind your hands.

He took your wrist and wrestled down your arm, strong but gentle. You squeezed your eyes shut and shook your head. He tugged and made you face him again.

"If you aren't beautiful, then why do I want to kiss you so bad?"

You gasped and opened your eyes, your other hand dropping, "kiss?"

The idea both excited and startled you. You saw it on the screen, the romantic, leaning, entwined kisses and declarations of love. You fluttered your fingers and bounced on the seat.

"No!" You exclaimed, "you don't. Lie."

"I do," he said, earnestly as his chest rose and fell noticeably, "do… can I?"

"Can… kiss?" You nearly shouted in surprise.

"Yes," he laughed, "please?"

You gaped at him. You felt like you were shaking. You tore your eyes away and clapped your hands together, "if… want. Yes."

He stood, taking your hands and pulling them apart as he helped you to your feet. You let him as he pressed your hands to his shoulders and swooped and arm around you.

"Look at me, precious," he said. You obeyed, jittering.

"What do?" You pushed your fingertips into his firm chest, feeling the muscle, inhaling his scent.

"Close your eyes," his voice was low and gritty, "and do what I do."

You shut your eyes and he brought his hand up to your chin, tilting your head back. You held your breath and felt his gloss over your mouth. His lips met yours with a shock, sparks surging through you. His tongue poked along the crease and you parted for him.

Baffled and bubbly, you let him hold you, let him kiss you, the star of your own movie.

[gx-gameon]

Reading about your Gem-Knight post-canon, I was wondering what were your thoughts about the Crystal Keeper and Crystal Master cards and how they're based on Jesse's designs!

Okay in official cannon I think it’s one of three options

Either

A) Jesse has a pass life as the Crystal protector.

There is a great content creator in here that I can’t remember the name of who did all of these analyses about Johan/Jesse and the Crystal protector and made this whole cannon about them

It makes sense with Jaden having a past life and both boys “feeling like they met before.”

It would even be the first time we see a character have a duel spirit. (Mahad)

B) same song different verse Ba and Ka

Whether he has a past life or not this idea can still work.

The Crystal Protector is Jesse’s spirit (Ba) reflected as a duel monster (Ka)

Think like Mana summoning the Dark Magician Girl. She is a reflection of Mana’s soul. She is Mana as a Duel spirit.

Jesse already has a close relationship with his monster spirits. If he trained his ability he could probably be a physic Duelist like Akiza/Aki in 5Ds and make his spirits physical in our world.

It’s not to much of a jump from there to do what the Pharaoh’s court was doing. He’s just summoning a version of his soul to fight alongside his family.

C) Pegasus said “you know what would be funny?”

He hears about the Dark world events and Jesse possession by Yubel and the Advance Crystal Beasts and is like “I can work with this”

He makes the two cards and sends them to Jesse with no context.

(It didn’t help that both are pendulums cards and wouldn’t be around for decades but let’s ignore that for now.)

I am leaning more towards idea A or B maybe a blend of both with Jesse having a past life and. Crystal Protector and Crystal Master are his past or mister spirits that reflect his soul. (Honestly I just thought of idea B while writing this but I really like that idea now)

[voltage-vixen]

‘Tis the Season for Love Content Creation Challenge Masterlist

Here’s the Masterlist from @xxsycamore’s and mine ‘Tis the Season for Smut Challenge! The featured content includes an assortment of creations, and includes works from the following fandoms:

Cybird    >Ikemen Prince    >Ikemen Vampire    >Ikemen Sengoku    >Ikemen Revolution Genius    >My Secret Spy Lovers Genshin Impact Mystic Messenger Obey Me Twisted Wonderland Voltage    >Ayakashi Romance Reborn    >Court of Darkness    >Destind: Mr. Almost Right    >Kings of Paradise    >Oops! I Said Yes?!    >Star-Crossed Myth

 A 🎨 next to a creation indicates it is artwork.

*Please be advised that some of the content created for this challenge contains NSFW content and to respect the creator’s warnings and labels while also reading at your own risk.

The Fluff Prompts

Starting with preparations way too early

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

One More Christmas With You: Comte de Saint Germain x MC  @xxsycamore

Voltage

Star-Crossed Myth

Recovering My Star’s Shine: Zyglavis x OC  @fang-and-feather

Sipping hot chocolate and then stealing a kiss

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Right Here: Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader  @scorchieart

Sipping Hot Chocolate and then Stealing a Kiss: Leon Dompteur x Reader  @violettduchess

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Luke Randolph x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Revolution

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Harr Silver x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Senogku

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Kennyo x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Sipping Hot Cholate and Stealing a Kiss: Jean d’Arc x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Like You as You Are:  Shizuki x MC  @lost-khione

Sweet Drink: Koga x MC  @lost-khione

Oops! I Said Yes?!

Cocoa Kisses: Shu Hasunuma x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Little Bit Short: Yves Kloss x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Make Me Reach for the Stars: Yves Kloss x MC  @xxsycamore

My Shining Star: Gilbert Von Obsidian x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree.”: Chevalier Michel x Reader  @violettduchess

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”

Cybrid

Ikemen Prince

A Chaotic Christmas: All princes, Emma, and OC in a platonic grouping  @myonlyjknight

A Sweet Moment: Yves Kloss x OC  @fang-and-feather

Ikemen Revolution

“This gingerbread house just WON’T stay up!”: Harr, Loki, and OC in a platonic grouping  🎨    @krys-loves-otome

Sharing a scarf

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Scarf Sharing: Leon Dompteur x Reader @violettduchess

The Scarf: Licht Klein x Reader  @myonlyjknight

Warmth: Gilbert Von Obsidian x OC  @gilbertvonobsidian

Ikemen Sengoku

A Warm Winter Day: Kicho x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Sharing a Scarf: Kennyo x OC 🎨   @krys-loves-otome

Ikemen Vampire

Attention On Me!: Napoleon Bonaparte x MC  @xxsycamore

Mystic Messenger

Snuggles in the Snowfall: Jumin Han x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Ice Skating: Clavis Lelouch x Reader  @violettduchess

Voltage

Kings of Paradise

“I said that I’d teach you how to ice skate, I didn’t say that I know how to ice skate.”: Yosuke Sagara x OC 🎨  @cupidocherie

Forced to wear an ugly Christmas sweater

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

An Uncanny Resemblance:  Silvio Ricci x MC/Emma  @midwinterrmemento

The Ugly Sweater Party: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Ikemen Vampire

Our Ugly Getalong Christmas Sweater Party: All residents of Comte’s mansion in a platonic pairing  @xxsycamore

Being the MC/LI’s fake date for a Christmas party/ball

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Fake Date: Nokto Klein x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Mine For a Christmas Night: Jin Grandet x Reader  @xxsycamore

What a Difference a Year Makes - Chevalier Michel x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Genius

My Secret Spy Lovers

My Rescuer: Masamune Araki x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

Dancing Between Emotions: Toichiro/OC   @fang-and-feather

Surprising their partner in the morning with a new pet underneath the Christmas tree

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

Birds Of A Feather: Dazai Osamu x MC   @xxsycamore

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Puppy Love: Toa Qelsum x MC   @chirp-a-chirp

Destind: Mr. Almost Right

The Gift of Family: Rei Rindoh x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Obey Me

It’s A Wonderful Life: Diavolo x gn!MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Twisted Wonderland

Traditions: Malleus Draconia x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Voltage

Ayakashi Romance Reborn

First Shrine Visit: Gaku x Futaba  @lost-khione

The Smut Prompts

Warming up together after a snowball fight

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Warming Up Together After A Snowball Fight: Chevalier Michel x MC @ludivineikewolf

Genshin Impact

The Winnings of War: Childe x f!Traveler  @voltage-vixen

Wearing nothing but a ribbon around the neck

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

A Kitten for Christmas: Sariel Noir x Reader @norel-ravenclaw

Ikemen Vampire

I’m Yours Tonight: Arthur Conan Doyle x OC  @fang-and-feather

Fun under the blanket

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Fun Under the Blanket: Fenrir Godspeed x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Vampire

Another New Year: Napoleon Bonaparte x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Bodies roasting by the open fire

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Bodies Roasting By An Open Fire: Clavis Lelouch x MC  @ludivineikewolf

Ikemen Sengoku

Warlord Roasting By An Open Fire: Nobunaga Oda x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“A kiss under the mistletoe doesn’t have to be where we stop.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Don’t Stop: Jin Grandet x Reader  @aquagirl1978

Insatiable Cravings: Silvio Ricci x Reader  @ikemen-prince-writers-posts

Ikemen Revolution

Mistletoe Not Require: Zero x f!Reader  @chaosangel767

Voltage

Court of Darkness

Nothing Else to Compare: Roy Invidia x MC  @chirp-a-chirp

Star-Crossed Myth

Sweet Heat: Zyglavis x OC   @fang-and-feather

“I’ve decided I don’t want to be on the nice list this Christmas.”

Cybird

Ikemen Revolution

Dalim, Baby: Dalim Tweedle x f!Alice  @voltage-vixen

Ikemen Vampire

The Gift of Your Touch: Issac Newton x OC  @fang-and-feather

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”

Cybird

Ikemen Vampire

A Joyful Wish: Charles-Henri Sanson x Reader  @aquagirl1978

“Actually, there is one more thing on my wish list.”: Vincent va Goh x OC 🎨  @krys-loves-otome

Obey Me

A Wish Come True: Diavolo x f!MC  @voltage-vixen

“Those clichéd traditions are exciting for me, now that I have you.”

Cybird

Ikemen Prince

Yours For A New Year’s Morning: Jin Grandet x Reader   @xxsycamore

[mouseinthegreenhouse]

Writeblr Intro!- Take Two

Finally got around to redoing my writeblr intro with more details and stuff and both me as a writer and my WIPs so lets GO

All About Mousie (Me!)

hi, i'm mousie or mouse, whatever you prefer! i am very new to all of this and have just this year gotten back into writing my OG wips. the power of supportive friends haha! i'm excited to show off my little people who i have made and put through the wringer. i hope you like them as much as i do and i am looking forward to meeting other writers and learning all about their little guys!

Stuff I write and am fond of: A lot of fantasy and found family. There is romance sprinkled in there too but it isn't usually the main focus. My writing can have some darker themes and I try my best to balance it out with suited humour and some good times for the poor characters as well.

I like to write about morally grey characters and queer themes and my work is primarily YA fiction. Vampires tend to work there way into any of my fantasy works and I love writing about high stakes.

Last of all, I adore worldbuilding and can, and will, ramble on and on about little stuff that probably won't even end up mentioned. It's FUN and that's all I care about <33

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My (current) WIPs

Project UMBR-1: A YA fantasy novel set in the world of Asteria, a place split into four nations and four seasons. It centres around Aggie, a fourteen year old pureblood human who has been uprooted from her normal life in order to save the world from a virus-like curse that is infecting anyone with magic in their blood. Summary-

In a world of people with the blood of magical creatures running through their veins, fourteen year old Agnes Bells is devastatingly human. It is only when the planet of Asteria is consumed by a fatal Sickness that she realises this may not be the curse she once thought it was. Sent off by the seemingly omnipotent Order with only a reluctant vampiric guide, a destination, and a will to save her loved ones' lives, Aggie finds herself on a journey that peels back the layers of an unfamiliar past. She never expects to end up uncovering a plot that stretches much deeper than what the Order has let on. What truly makes a hero? Aggie wonders if she will ever find out.

Project Henneton (Just Otto): A YA story set in early 1800s England, centred around a boy raised in a circus who is discovered to be the kidnapped child of a viscount. It focuses on family bonds and strife, as well as a mystery and battle between trust and loyalty. Summary-

Otto has never known his birth family. Walking the tightropes with the roar of applause below and the bright support of his troupe, his real family, has made him never really want to. He has found all he needs and the faces of the parents who were never there simply don't fit into that. However, when a visiting nobleman claims that Otto is the renowned and missing Henneton baby, his content life on the road comes to an abrupt stop. Forced into the arms of a family he never wanted, Otto is determined to make his way back to where he belongs. Only, it seems that the Hennetons are not going to let go so easily and secrets written in blood leave the deepest stains.

Project Creator: This dark fantasy story focuses around the all-consuming need for truth and the desperate clinging to a family long gone. It centres around the four rulers of the four seasonal fae courts as they grapple with the return of a father who abandoned them and the sudden appearance of an unknown fae who shares his same golden eyes. Summary-

The Fae Rulers have moved on from the disappearance of their father, The Creator. Or, that's what they tell themselves. They host balls and parties of grand splendour and ignore the cracks in their courts, and the way they barely speak to each other without a barbed comment and political intention. It's easier that way. It's their normal, just the same as it has been for the past few millennia. It's a normal that is torn apart by the sudden reappearance of The Creator, armed with a distant smile and a will to pretend that nothing has changed at all. Emotions are tumultuous and unlikely alliances are formed as the four siblings fight between embracing this dream come true and digging for the truth behind their family's collapse. Perhaps the arrival of a mysterious fae with familiar golden eyes will give them the chance to have both their picture perfect family and the truth they seek. Or maybe they will find themselves with neither once more.

Project Vampire: A dark YA romance featuring vampires, a marriage business proposal, and found family. Written in second person, it centres around you, the sudden guardian of your two younger siblings, on a quest to save both them and yourself from the greedy hands of people you once thought were friends. It focuses on learning to trust and a slow enemies to lovers that starts with marriage and ends with family.

Summary-

Following the death of your parents, you are left to care for your younger siblings. A feat that becomes much more dangerous as certain truths come to light and lead to the friendly faces of your hometown turning warped with greed and malintent. Left with no choice but to flee the only place you have ever known, you know you will not last long with treachery following your footsteps. To save both yourself and what remains of your family, you come up with a plan to enlist the help of the one thing the world fears more than anything. Vampires. Reluctant and with terror fuelling your every move, you leave your siblings in temporary shelter and knock on the door of the manor belonging to the notorious and vampiric Sir Maximilian Rodfell, armed only with your will and a proposal. What can go wrong?

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I look forward to meeting new friends and learning about others' cool wips!! :D

[scorpionyx9621]

Maybe it's me being an old, decrepit Resident Evil fan but after playing the RE4 Remake I'm so so happy they brought Nick Apostolidies as Leon Kennedy. I was genuinely shocked at first because Nick took such a different angle for Leon that I genuinely did not recognize him at first. It sounded a bit like he was trying to do his own spin on Paul Mercier's Leon from the original RE4 but taken to a more ham-fisted level. Which in my opinion made this version of Leon 10x better for me and had me grinning ear-to-ear during Leon's one-liners.

The reason why I'm so happy is that Resident Evil is, as I've described in the past, a campy Japanese zombie soap-opera and none of that would have been possible without the voice actors/actresses. The way that people basically rebelled when they found out Allison Court, who had voiced Claire Redfield in basically every piece of media she was in up until Revelations 2 is a good example. Albert Wesker absolutely would have not been the iconic villain that he is without D.C. Douglas gives him Nicholas Cage-levels of ham and camp in RE5. Literally all of the original Resident Evil is a gold mine of horribly, HORRIBLY translated one-liners and they are all absolutely magnificent.

With Resident Evil and the fandom itself it genuinely feels like a family we have with not only the devs but the voice actors and the content creators. Nick Apostolidies was genuinely one of us in the fandom who was around on forums and when hearing that he landed the role in the RE2 Remake it felt like that scene in Inside Out where Bing-Bong cheers on Riley from the bottom of the pit of darkness. When Suzie aka The Sphere Hunter aka The Queen of Survival Horror interviewed Nick on a charity stream during the pandemic Nick had mentioned when he had gotten the role of Leon, he had reached out to the late Paul Haddad, who had originally voiced Leon in the original RE2 and had received not only Paul's encouragement but his blessings in playing the role of Leon. When Paul Haddad passed back in 2020 it sent shockwaves through the fandom. It genuinely felt like we had lost a part of our family.

The reason why the fandom was so vocal about their distaste in Revelations 2 wasn't because Claire's voice actress did a bad job, on the contrary, she did a fantastic job. It was because it wasn't Allison Court, who at that point had voiced Claire Redfield in every title and piece of media that Claire was voiced in up until that point. Resident Evil 2, Code Veronica, Darkside Chronicles, and multiple movies too. We hang on so frustratingly tight to these characters and the people who breath life into that that we get irrationally upset when things change or things go bad.

Which leads into my next point in this post. As much as I am praising the work of actors like Nick. I do want to shed light and recognition towards Lilly Gao. Who unfortunately as of late has deleted her Instagram because of fan backlash to a "mediocre" performance in the RE4 Remake. The hatred and backlash that Lilly has received is disgusting and uncalled for. I will admit they have toned down Ada's role in the remake but people outright saying she ruined the game? Absolutely uncalled for. This isn't Lilly's first go around at Ada either. It definitely is motivated by the fact that 1. Lilly is a woman but 2. Lilly is an AAPI woman and that makes her the target of unnecessary and unneeded criticism and attacks. Much moreso than her white counterparts would experience. I almost want to say that this behavior is new and is unheard of for the fandom but unfortunately that just isn't the case. While I am hoping we do see more from Ada and Lilly I don't know. What I do know is that we should all be rallying around the entire cast but especially Lilly. This remake is absolutely fantastic and even though her role may have been smaller, you physically cannot have Resident Evil 4 without Ada Wong.

*Update* I just found out through a user that DC Douglas actually groomed people. So we are absolutely aren't going to be singing his praises anymore. My apologies for bringing it up but I was messaged on this post and I genuinely did not know that this had occurred.

[felassan]

following on from my 'this blog in the online print news' post, here's a lil 'this blog (& associated projects/mentions etc) in YouTube videos and podcasts' post. (❁´◡`❁)

Ghil Dirthalen: Dark Fortress {Overview. - Spoilers All}

Ghil Dirthalen: The Ferelden/Orlais War {Lore- Spoilers All}

Ghil Dirthalen: Loghain Mac Tir {Char. - Spoilers All}

Ghil Dirthalen: Dragon Age: Flight of the Wardens {Overview. - Spoilers All}

Ghil Dirthalen: The Guardian??? {Overview. - Spoilers All}

Ghil Dirthalen: DA:VEILGUARD: Quickly Catching Up With The Last Few Days!

Ghil Dirthalen: DA: The Veilguard: Discord Q&A with Developers!

Ghil Dirthalen: DA 101: A Guide to Dragon Age Media {No Spoilers}

Ghil Dirthalen: DA: The Veilguard: Discord Q&A with Developers Pt.2! {Minor DA:V Spoilers}

Ghil Dirthalen: Interview with John Epler || Dragon Age: The Veilguard {Marketing Spoilers}

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Codex Added: {Split the Veil-Ep.91} Dragon Age Design Blog

Codex Added: {Split the Veil-Ep.98} Veilguard Gameplay Revealed

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Kala Elizabeth: Dragon Age Veilguard: COMPLETE BREAKDOWN - Character Creator, Combat, Gameplay, & MORE!

Kala Elizabeth: Dragon Age Veilguard: ALL Companion Appearances & Reveals

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Lisa plays Games: The content that was cut from Dragon Age 2

Lisa plays Games: The content that was cut from Dragon Age Inquisition

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Jackdaw: What Tevinter Nights REVEALS About Solas in Dragon Age: Dreadwolf!

Jackdaw: Dragon Age: Dreadwolf Predictions Based On Tevinter Nights

Jackdaw: Dragon Age: Dreadwolf's Website Update, Next Gen, A.I Patent & Last Court's Fate Uncovered!

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O Megascópio: Laboratório élfico dos horrores: origem dos Qunari e dos Darkspawn? | Dragon Age Tevinter Nights #3

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Knight 1029384756: Bioware VS Larian - What's the difference?

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Paragon7: Dragon Age Veilguard: Complete Breakdown in 19 Minutes

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The Veilcast: 2. Before The Veilguard

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MrHulthen: Dragon Age: The Veilguard Just Got It's Biggest Info Drop Yet

Dantics: Veilguard NEWS - Combat, Companions Questing on Their Own, & More | Dragon Age

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Fonct: Mass Effect 5 - Everything We Know

ObsidianAnt: OA News - Cyberpunk 2077 PC vs Xbox Graphics Comparison - Next Mass Effect New Images

ColdBeer: Diablo Mode for Immortals Fenyx Rising, etc. | Weekly Gaming News #1

WhatCulture Gaming: Mass Effect 4 Art Continues Mass Effect 3's Controversial Ending

Honest Game Trailers: Dragon Age

[slendermaren]

Me, realizing too late the ACOTAR series has me in a chokehold: Oh no….

My Instagram algorithm: VeLaRiS! ThE nIgHt CoUrT! ScEnTeD cAnDlEs oF rHySaNd aNd AzRiEl! CoNtEnT cReAtOrS fAnOn ScEnArIoS! GlItTeRy DaRk StOnE eNgAgEmEnT rInGs!

[deadn30n]

➢ art by Hip Ehrlich @ Goblin. please do not take or use, thank you.

↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Eden Cielo ↳ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Solstice Maltyr ( 'Maltyr' given after their marriage to Argun Maltyr, reincarnation of Genesis ) ↳ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: REVELATIONS: The World Ender, The World Eater, Clockwork Justice, God's Hand, Clockwork Judgement ↳ 𝐀𝐆𝐄: Infintismal. ↳ 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: ??? ↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 7'8 ↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: Oct. 31st ↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Married ( not applicable here on tumblr, however, as their husband's writer does not roleplay on tumblr. canonically though, they are married ). ↳ 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒: half-machine, half-angel. composed of cosmic dust, circuitry, and dark matter. think biblically accurate angel. ↳ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Dark purple + light purple highlights ↳ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Electric purple

*please note that the rabbit ears are not present in the actual novel, but are instead replaced by normal human ears. outwardly they look like any ordinary human ( minus their freakishly tall stature ), the ears are only present because i made a very rough outline of what they might look like w/ ffxiv character creator. I DO NOT CLAIM TO OWN ANY FFXIV ASSETS. THEY BELONG TO SQUARE ENIX.

EDEN HAS THEIR OWN FFXIV CARRD RIGHT HERE.

Further information below the cut ↴

To avoid revealing any spoiling content for the story of DEAD N30N itself, I will only be disclosing a very basic outline of their background and who they are + how they operate. Little bits of lore may further be revealed through roleplay, but for the most part this blog will remain spoiler free of the storyline. Now, onto the information! Providing it in a bulleted list so it's easier to digest.

Eden is the byproduct of God's second attempt at manufacturing the body of an angel with the hardwiring of a computer. It was his way of experimenting with technology long before humans would ever get their hands on such a thing. Nour Cielo, is the first successful attempt. However, he is both unstable and unpredictable, so God used Eden as a way to refine that work.

Originally after Eden's conception they were to become a judge in God's Golden Court, a place where angels who sinned while in heaven were put to trial. Depending on the nature of their crimes and the evidence present would determine what fate Solstice would assign them. This is what earned them the title Clockwork Justice. Solstice was also given this role as God himself was unable to pass that judgement ( his role as an all seeing, all loving god ) making that task difficult to perform.

Eden was installed with a highly advanced cosmic-driven Artificial Intelligence program, allowing them to adapt and learn from their surroundings. In this program contained a special code that linked Eden's mind to God's, allowing him to observe and study whatever experiences Eden encountered. This was later utilized in their descent unto the city of Hellix when they begged to be allowed to walk among humans and learn how to be like them. This gave God the opportunity to spy on humans and determine whether humanity should continue, or encounter the END OF DAYS: REVELATIONS. These are the reasons Eden has the titles God's Hand and REVELATIONS.

At this point in time Eden is simply on a hunt to gather as much intel as possible about humanity so they can develop and evolve to be more like them. They love humanity wholly and truly, and long to be their equal. They don't see themselves as above humans, but as an entity that walks beside them. Their personality and behaviour evolves according to who they're interacting with.

Internally Eden is filled with dozens of gears and clocks, very much resembling something along the lines of steampunk. If you get close enough to them, they can actually hear a clock ticking ever so faintly, but only if your press your ear against their chest. Otherwise, the sound is indistinguishable from the rest of the regular sounds of life.

Because Eden is part angel, they carry the ability to mold and change their outward appearance at will. They carry no discernable gender, and do not believe in gender norms / roles / etc. As these things do not exist in heaven, neither does Eden follow them. As they so delicately put it; gender is a social construct created by humans to oppress one another. Eden has given themselves the pronouns; they them & it/it's.

The body you see Eden wearing is not their true form. On the contrary, their actual form is so horrifyingly grotesque that it was necessary to construct a human-like vessel in order to allow them to walk amongst humans. Heaven and even God himself, are more closely akin to biblically accurate angels, and are more of a horror story than a good dream.

Eden later chooses the name Solstice as a way to better blend with humanity. While Eden is very much a normal name for humans, for Eden it carries a heavenly burden with it and reminds them of all the angels they've put to death in the past. By having a 'human name', it helps them feel more... well. Human. Like they long to be. They chose 'Solstice' because they fell in love with the Summer Solstice one year.

That's it for now. I think this gives a basic and rough outline of who Eden is and how they function. Like I said, further development through rp will happen and obviously as I continue to write the book :] Cheers, and thanks for reading

[shinonometrash]

The Dapper Wolf

Court of Darkness Fan Fiction - Short Story

Rating: General

Main Characters: MC, Lance Ira, Robin (MC’s familiar), Grushia

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One day in the forest–

Lance is lounging under a tree as usual when MC and Robin appear.

MC: Hi Lance!

MC waves, wearing a warm smile.

Robin: Master Lance!

Robin, seeming especially energetic, zooms over to Lance.

Robin:  Look! Look what milady gave me!

He flies around in excited circles, eager to show off.

Lance: Hm? What am I looking at?

MC: Oh, I bought him a bow tie while I was out shopping today. He absolutely adores it.

Robin: Doesn’t it look just dashing against my fur?

Lance: Haha, very cute.

Smiling, Lance scritches Robin gently behind the ears.

In response to hearing Robin’s animated voice, Grushia trots over curiously.

Robin: Master Grushia, look at my new bow tie! Milady bought it for me!

Grushia sniffs at the new accessory around Robin’s neck when MC suddenly exclaims.

MC: Oh yeah! Grushia, wait there! I have something for you, too!

Grushia: Aroo?

Grushia’s ears perk up in anticipation as he eagerly waits to see what MC brought him.

After a moment of rummaging, MC produces a slightly larger bow tie from her bag.

MC: I got you one too! Now you and Robin can match!

Grushia: Arroo!

Lance: What, no, you're not giving him a bow tie!

Before MC can put the bow tie on Grushia, Lance exclaims this.

Unlike Grushia, he is very clearly not enthusiastic about the idea.

MC: Why not?

Lance: Because! He’s a wolf.

Ignoring him, she slips the bow tie over the wolf’s head.

MC: So?

Lance: Wolves don't wear bow ties.

MC:  Says who? Look, he wants to wear it!

Grushia wags his tail excitedly as she adjusts the bow tie around his neck.

Lance: Oi, Grushia, you’re a wolf, not a blasted lap dog!

MC: There, perfect!

Now sporting a fetching bow tie, Grushia sits down in front of Lance, staring up at him.

MC: Haha, I think he wants to know what you think!

Lance: …

MC: You don't want to hurt Grushia’s feelings do you?

Lance: …

MC: Lance, look, you're making Grushia sad!

Grushia: *whimpers*

MC: Aww, come here Grushia. Don't listen to big ‘ol meanie Lance. I, for one, think you look very dapper in your bow tie!

Grushia sits down next to MC and she wraps her arms around him protectively, throwing a glare towards her paramour.

Grushia’s ears droop as he looks at Lance with a sad expression.

Grushia: Arroo…

Lance: Come on, don’t you think this is a bit much?

Lance looks exasperated as he watches his paramour and wolf companion, who is now laying on the ground, resting his head in MC’s lap pitifully as she comfortingly pets him.

MC: Really, you look very handsome! No matter what Lance might say!

Lance: Don’t put words in my mouth-

Robin: Yes! I think you look very dashing too, Master Grushia!

Hovering at MC’s shoulder, Robin also throws an angry kitty glare towards Lance.

Lance: For Creator’s sake…

Lance’s exasperation quickly turns to irritation at the melodramatic display everybody is putting on.

MC: It’s okay Grushia, even if Lance won’t accept you, I’ll ALWAYS accept you for who you are. I’m sure he’ll come around eventually…

Lance: Stop making me the villain here!

MC: Then say it.

Lance: Say what?

MC: “Grushia, that bow tie makes you look very cute and handsome!”

Lance: …

Everybody stares at Lance expectantly.

Lance: …

MC: Well?

Lance: I-I don’t think you look bad in that bow tie, Grushia.

Grushia whines, sounding disappointed as he returns his head to MC’s lap.

Lance: Wasn’t that good enough?

MC: Nope, you have to say it word for word.

Lance: Dragon’s teeth…

Lance curses under his breath before resigning himself to his fate.

Lance: Grushia, that bow tie makes you look v-very…cute and handsome…

Grushia: Arrooo!

Immediately perking up, Gruschia wags his tail happily and begins prancing around, proudly displaying his new accessory.

Lance acts exasperated as he shakes his head, but is unable to completely hide the smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Robin: Come on Master Grushia, let’s go show all the others in the forest!

Grushia: Arroo!

MC and Lance watch as the two animals disappear into the forest.

MC: Oh my gosh!! I just remembered!

Lance: What?

MC: They had matching bow ties for people too!

Lance: …

MC: Darn, I should've bought it while I was there! I'll have to go back into town tomorrow and buy one…

MC: Just imagine, you and Grushia, wearing matching bow ties! Ahhh, that’d be SOO cu-

Lance: NO.

The End.

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[beebeebelle]

Why are we still platforming these people?

As a child, I spent a lot of time on YouTube, as did most people my age. One of the content creators on there (Miranda Sings) at the time really court my attention. I enjoyed watching her funny skits and not even thinking twice about the sexual innuendos Colleen would make as her online persona.

Some would argue that 'it's just a persona, it's not actually her'. I disagree. You can call it whatever you like, cancel culture, snowflakes being dramatic once again, but think of it through the eyes of a child. An innocent little child who watches those videos, laughing and having fun, only to later grow up and see just how fucked up it actually was.

Colleen (NOT Miranda) was even in a group chat where unusual comments were being made to (at the time) minors. UNDERAGE CHILDREN.

Now I'm not going to throw around words simply to hurt Colleen. Frankly if we're being honest with ourselves, she couldn't give a fuck. She has millions of dollars stacked up from her time online. I just wish she's take a step back and accept responsibility.

Whether or not she's grown and changed, being a mother to three wonderful children should have made her at least rethink her decisions, and delete the videos. But as of now it hasn't.

As a child of abuse myself, it not only disturbs but disappoints me. Some of the jokes she made happened physically to me. This isn't just 'dark humor' this is mocking and degrading to young children who face the same abuse and torment I did, and they'll grow up thinking throwing around jokes at their expense is normal. And that's wrong.

I'm not into the whole 'cancel culture', but I do believe that people need to take accountability for their actions. This isn't just Colleen, Creatures like Shane Dawson are back online after making a half assed apology.

We need to do better to protect the children. To let them know their experiences aren't funny and they aren't some stupid joke.

I apologise if you don't agree with me, this is just my own personal opinion.

[dhr-ao3]

The Witch of the Roses

The Witch of the Roses https://ift.tt/7gQTFKx by icarryyourheart15 Just as Harry Potter stands to face the Dark Lord in their final duel at the Battle of Hogwarts, Voldemort and all his Death Eaters disappear in a flash of light. The Golden Trio immediately joins forces with Aurors and the remaining members of the Order to hunt for the Disappeared, but it is as if they’ve vanished off the face of the earth. By September, Hermione Granger, along with most of the Wizarding World, is ready to leave the war behind and get back to her normal life. Unfortunately, everything has changed. Her friends are unrecognizable, Hogwarts no longer feels like home, and it turns out that trauma isn’t so easy to bury under books and studies. When a strange request comes by owl post from the last person she ever expected to hear from, Hermione starts down a path that will take her far away from everything she’s ever known…or will it finally bring her home? Words: 5581, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling, A Court of Thorns and Roses Series - Sarah J. Maas Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson, Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Minerva McGonagall, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Voldemort (Harry Potter), Death Eater Characters, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, House-Elves (Harry Potter), Elain Archeron, Lucien Vanserra, Tamlin, Drakon (A Court of Thorns and Roses), Attors, Original Amarantha Child(ren) (A Court of Thorns and Roses) Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy, Pansy Parkinson/Ron Weasley, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Elain Archeron/Tamlin, Elain Archeron/Tamlin/Lucien Vanserra Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Battle of Hogwarts, Crossovers & Fandom Fusions, Hogwarts Eighth Year, dramione-centric, Minor Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Medium Burn, Banter, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, Legilimency (Harry Potter), Occlumency (Harry Potter), Blood and Violence, Explicit Sexual Content, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Friendship, Not Beta Read, No Beta We Die Like Andras, Dark Harry Potter, Absolutely No Ron-bashing, Explicit Consent, Oral Sex, Threesome - F/M/M, Smut, Angst, Pining, fated mates, Magic, Torture, Trauma, Suicidal Thoughts, Romance, Redemption, mind healing, POV Multiple, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Explicit Language, Fluff and Angst via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/BNoKliR September 30, 2023 at 04:27AM