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thebadgerclan · 1 year

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Coronation

Pairing: Nikolai Lantsov x reader

Summary: The Coronation of His Most Royal Majesty, King Nikolai Lantsov...

A/N: I wanted to write something for Aleksander, but Nikolai’s had me in a chokehold lately, so here we are 😂

Also the reader can be either a Heartrender or a Healer, doesn’t really matter

“You look absolutely stunning, my love.” You stood before the mirror, adjusting the sapphire encrusted crown perched atop your head. Nikolai Lantsov, soon to be King of Ravka, was mooning over you, like he didn’t moon over you every other day, and you felt yourself blush. “You look quite dashing yourself,” you replied, turning to face him. Your husband wore fitted black trousers paired with a matching jacket, embroidered with the double eagle in striking gold.

Your own ensemble was equally as regal: a gown of midnight blue silk, the double-eagle embroidered in glittering golden thread on the billowing train. A pair of white silk gloves adorned your hands, your wedding and engagement rings atop them. “Have you been to see Alina?” you asked, and your husband nodded. “I have. I think she’s equally as nervous as I am.” The Sun Summoner would be standing alongside you and Nikolai, being given a position of honor in his court as Ravka’s savior. She would serve as a bridge between the Second Army and the Crown, hopefully to smooth over a rocky past.

“You will be just fine, my love,” you said, moving to stand before him, taking his hands. “This is what you’ve worked for your entire life, and I am so immeasurably proud of you.” Nikolai smiled, bending to kiss you. “Thank you, Y/N. I would be the loneliest King in the world were it not for you.” “Well, you’ll never be without me.” He kissed you again, lingering for several minutes, until the guards informed you it was time.

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Nikolai stood at the altar of the Royal Chapel, Alina to his left, you to his right. Sankt Grigori’s bearskin was draped over his shoulders, as was the ceremonial cloak; dark blue velvet bearing the double-eagle, and the King knelt, allowing the Apparat to place the crown atop his head. Your husband winced when the scepter fell on his right shoulder, the wound from the Darkling’s monsters not quite healed yet. But when he rose, scepter in one hand, orb in the other, the chapel burst into applause.

Pride swelled in your heart, seeing your husband crowned, to see your people’s love for him. But your joy was short-lived. A woman stumbled into the aisle, her eyes glassy, gaze fixed on Nikolai. At first, no one noticed her, too focused on the newly anointed King, but then, she spoke. “Strymakt Fjerdan!” she cried, raising her hands and making fists. At once, everyone in the chapel doubled over, hearts constricting, airways closing, lungs collapsing.

You clutched your chest, feeling as if your heart was trying to force itself from your body, watching as this woman, this monster, advanced down the aisle. She was focused on the King, yet the King was focused on you. He, like most everyone in the church, was clutching his chest, face contorted in pain, but as he fell to his knees, he was reaching out to you. “Y/N,” he groaned, and when you toppled to the ground, you reached for his hand.

How could this be how you died? You had survived the war, survived the Darkling, but this would be your death? At the hands of an assassin at your own coronation? If this was to be your end, at least you were with Nikolai. At least he would be the last thing you saw before you died. You retched, and blood burbled from between your lips. Nikolai, pain radiating to every inch of his body, somehow gathered enough strength to crawl to you, to throw himself into your embrace.

“Love…you…” he gasped, voice wheezing, face red. Whoever this assassin was, she was focusing her attack on Nikolai; the King clearly her target. But she also wasn’t afraid of collateral damage. Blood was trickling from his nose, his mouth, yet he smiled. He was in absolute agony, but you were here, and he supposed that was all that mattered in the end. Unseen to you or Nikolai, Alina was pushing to her feet.

She had saved Ravka, she had killed the Darkling, she had reunified her nation; she would not let it all fall so quickly. The Sun Summoner threw out her hand, calling every ounce of her strength and rage, and lashed out. But it was not sunlight that struck the assassin down, it was shadow. With the assassin dead, you were able to breathe freely, your heart resuming its normal rhythm, and, weak as you were, you managed to rise to your knees and get to your husband.

“Nikolai!” you cried, turning him onto his back. “Nikolai!” “Y/N,” he breathed, weak and aching, but alive. Alina was on her feet, staring at her hand, which was emitting wisps of shadow, and those at the front of the chapel were slowly rising. “Y/N, I-” “Don’t,” you said, folding your hands and beginning to heal him. “Just be quiet. I’ve got you.” It was instinct to heal him, impulse. He was your King, but he was your husband, and you would not let him die.

Several of his arteries had ruptured, his left lung had collapsed, and his intestine had perforated. But you had ample combat and field training to heal his injuries with little issue. Nikolai would need to be looked over by a more experienced Healer, but you knew he was no longer at risk of bleeding out. You pushed yourself to sit, and Nikolai flopped into your lap, his head resting on your shoulder.

“It’s ok,” he whispered. “I’m ok.” You nodded, holding back tears, and kissed his brow. Guards had flooded the chapel, along with Grisha and otkazat’sya Healers to tend to the wounded. But Alina was staring blankly at the corpse of the assassin, her shoulders separate from her head. Inky tendrils emanated from the wounds, a few wisps still hovering in the air around the Sun Summoner’s hand. You’d seen the Darkling’s power enough times to know what that meant…

“Alina,” you called, voice trembling and weak. “What… how did you…? That wasn’t your Cut.” The last part wasn’t a question, but a statement, and she nodded. “How?” Alina could feign innocence, pretend to be frightened of the power that now resided within her, but she couldn’t fight the smirk crawling onto her face. It felt good, and she knew exactly how it had come to pass. “Merzost always has a price,” she said, and through the lingering haze of pain, for the first time, you feared for the Sun Summoner.

***

The King was weak, but he was alive. 25 people had died at the coronation, but your friends had not been among them. Nikolai had been checked over by an experienced team of Healers before being released, prescribed bed rest for a week to be on the safe side. He sat in bed, propped up on several pillows, his War Council gathered around him. “They call it jurda parem,” Councilwoman Alexi said. “A variant of normal jurda. It amplifies a Grisha’s power a thousand times. Highly addictive and lethal. What we saw, what we experienced, was what a Heartrender can do on the drug.”

You looked at your hands, horrified at the thought of causing such death and destruction. Your husband noticed and took them in his, kissing the backs of your hands. “What do we know about it?” “Very little at this time. Apparently the scientist who created it was Shu, set to seek asylum in Kerch. But the Fjerdans intercepted him and are now setting him for trial.” Nikolai nodded, though he wasn’t retaining anything. He’d nearly died, he’d nearly watched you die, and though he was healed, he still wasn’t quite right.

“Is this an immediate threat to Ravka?” you asked, sensing Nikolai’s fatigue, and Councilwoman Alexi shook her head. “No, moya tsaritsa. This appears to be an isolated incident, possibly in retaliation for staging the coronation on Hringkälla.” You nodded, rising from your perch at Nikolai’s side. “Then I must insist we reconvene at a later time. The King is exhausted and needs to rest.” The Council apologized and fled, leaving you and your husband in peace.

You shrugged your dressing gown off and climbed into bed, Nikolai eagerly snuggling into your embrace. You held him tightly; both of you having come far too close to death for either of your liking. “I love you,” you said, smoothing his beautiful blond hair down and kissing his head, his forehead, his nose, his cheeks, and finally, his lips. “I love you too, Y/N. Saints, will this country ever give us a moment’s peace?”

That was your Nikolai: somehow making you laugh after the hellish day you’d had. “I don’t think so,” you replied, cupping his cheek tenderly. “But luckily, she has a King who can lead her through anything.” Your husband hummed, coaxing your head closer to kiss you. “And a Queen to hold her King when he’s weak.” “Of course, my love.” This new drug posed an unimaginable danger to your people, but Nikolai would fight with everything in him to protect him; and you would be right by his side through it all.

#nikolai lantsov x reader #shadow and bone fanfiction #nikolai lantsov x you #shadow and bone reader insert

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safely-in-vhagars-belly · 7 months

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👑The girl in the silver dress👑New version (Prt 3) (prt 1 here) (Prt 2 here)

Aemond x reader

Tags: Fluffish, royalty, modernroyalty, theselection

Cool devider credits: firefly graphics

🔷Summary: You are invited to become a selected girl for Prince Jacaerys's selection. You never thought you would fall for his uncle, prince Aemond instead.

🔷Author's note: Based on the books by Kiera Cass, but reading them is not required.

🔷Wordcount :3464

🔷Warnings: Non apply

TAGLIST: @connorsui @lportes-22 @thisaccountisrandomsstuff @nikkitc0703 @lijeno

Months have passed since the ball. Yet you still can feel your heart be ripped in two. Aemond has not bothered to come back for you, believing he is somehow doing you a favor by staying away. You wonder if he is doing alright. You should be furious, angry, perhaps take revenge and sleep with other men but….

Part of you knows Aemond too well to even do that. He genuinely believed he did the right thing. The good thing, by leaving and setting you free, so you could become the Queen. But what is a crown over true love? How can you rule over countless people if it is not the man of your dreams by your side, making the horrible choices so worth it, just because you’ll make that choice together? What is the future if you can’t spend it by his side? What is a golden cage if you can live with him in freedom? And why would you care about being Queen, when you could just be the woman he loves?

Tonight, you all will be interviewed by the press, a common occurrence so the people of Westeros will know you a bit better, perhaps you’ll become someone’s favorite.

Your make-up team works on your eyeliner, black with silver small tiny glitters. They put gloss on your lips and put your hair up, so the silver necklace around your neck speaks volumes. Baela is already done with her dress, and has taken time to chat with you about Aemond. She has become a close friend of yours in the past months, together with Dyana. You form an alliance with both, against Floris and even Queen Alicent. ‘’He loved me, he said so in his letter.’’ You tell Baela when she asks if Aemond wasn’t playing a fucked up little game. ‘’I’ve seen the man behind the mask when I am near him, Baela. It can’t have been a act.’’

Floris approaches in her black swan feather dress, glancing down at you with great enjoyment of your misery. ‘’Well, Queen Alicent has already said Aemond won’t be coming back from Dorne anytime soon. So, have fun being depressed and disappointed.’’ Alicent likely told Floris that in confidence but Floris takes any chance to make you feel miserable.

Dyana wears a gorgeous red gown and approaches Floris rapidly. She puts her hands on her hips and you and Baela know Dyana has had it with Floris. ‘’Just like your father was when you came in-'’ You see Baela gasp when Dyana opens her mouth, and the last 15 remaining girls listen with their breaths hold in. But you speak up, forcing her to remain calm, grabbing her hand and dragging her back before she can claw out Dyana’s eye.

‘’Don’t stoop to her level, Dy. She is not worth our anger or energy. She craves attention, so she seeks it.’’ Dy nods, before moving back to her chair. Floris scoffs at you three before she and her minions let the tv crew know they are ready.

After watching the other girls excel with their questions, the same questions time after time, you think you are prepared for whatever they may throw at you. You sit down in the comfortable chair, your legs crossed.

The first question is about your first meeting with the prince. The interviewer smiles, but her eyes tell books. ‘’Everyone knows you are a common-born girl. Do you think the reason you are still here is because of favoritism?’’ You first gawk at her, attacked and offended. Until you see the chance to clap back. And you will.

You speak from your heart but you can’t ignore the sting as if you betray Aemond. ‘’Frankly, I believe Prince Jacaerys is quite taken with me, and his opinion matters more than what a small crowd chooses to say about me.’’

Her eyebrows rise and this time she is the one who lost her tongue, clearly fumbling over cards to find a good other hostile question. ‘’Do you think you would make a good queen? How would someone as commonborn as you even lead the country?’’

A fair jab, but you are done playing fair. You will come at her with everything you got. ‘’I think us commoners know more about the country than the nobility ever will. We are the ants, carrying the crown. I hope to make life better for all civilians of the Seven Kingdoms, not just the commoners or the nobility. I hope to be a ruler. Not a decoration on a shelf.’’

The woman is seething with rage at your composed sweet answers. ‘’That was my final question.’’ You blink innocently and surprised.

‘’Was it? You seem to have forgotten to ask me the questions you asked all the other girls. Perhaps you need a break.’’ You suggest, sweetly. A few chuckles erupt among the selected.

The interviewer is removed by Lady Aemma before getting a firm talking to off screen. You stand up from the chair and sigh deeply. That went as horrible as could be. The only thing that would have made it worse would be questions about Aemond. You saw her cards, they were on there. Yet she kept from asking. Odd. And someone is working on getting you removed, someone very high up.

The next major event is the Halloween masquerade. Only 10 girls remain, including you. Jacaerys has been nothing but kind to you, treating you as a true lady whenever you are around him. Floris and four other girls are now under Alicent’s wing. You used to be jealous that she had selected clear favorites. Yet none of that matters. Jacaerys has only eyes for you.

Prince Jacaerys dances with you, under the great chandelier. All those months practicing with the waltzes and dances have finally paid off as you smoothly follow his movements as if you are two body pieces belonging to one soul.

But alas, despite him having you made his favorite, you remain a pawn in a game. And a game has rules, no matter how unfair. Jacaerys ends the dance with a respectful bow before moving to Lady Baela, a sweet kind girl you’ve come to know very well.

You take a glass of champagne, before sitting down on a chair, lost in thought. You’ve been here for months. You miss Aemond, of course you do.

At some point you lost track of Baela and Jace. They must be getting more champagne. A servant loyal to Jacaerys whispers in your ear that you must come to the library. The prince has a surprise for you.

You enter the library not much later. A masked figure stands with his back to you, a black hood covering his hair. ‘’Jace?’’ You ask, before approaching him. Jace does not answer you, instead he grabs you by your hips and drags your body closer until you both collide. Your chin is grabbed and he kisses you fiercely before exhaling deeply, sniffing the perfume on your skin.

This is improper. You must stop this. Jacaerys and you are not married, this is the selection. This is not fair to the others.

You gasp, as you remove the mask and look into blue eyes, not brown ones. Aemond silently brings his fingers to your lips before slowly bringing his face back to yours. The worst part is, you let him. You welcome him. Your lips find his soft pink lips, gently moving against his lips until the movements become rough as if he is trying to hurt you. ‘’Y/n,’’ he murmurs against your lips, leaving kisses on your skin. ‘’I’m sorry. I honor the traditions, normally. But I can’t stay away from you.’’ He mutters. You kiss his lips again.

But you look into his eyes. ‘’We’ll make our own traditions.’’ You promise him, hot tears running down your cheeks of pure joy. He kisses you again, much slower and softer as if he wants to savor every moment of this. Aemond murmurs against your lips and you become lost in the passion and the love you feel for one another. You tug at his tie but he shakes his head, before leaning in and whispering in your ear. ‘’I don’t want you to become a secret, or a scandal. I will ask my nephew, and my father for permission.’’ He searches in his pocket for a small rock shaped box and opens the lid, before sinking to one knee and grabbing your hand. Lady Aemma enters the room, holding a smartphone so she can film this wonderful moment as tears sting your eyes.

He is proposing. He is asking you to become his wife. ‘’Lady Y/n, queen of my heart, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife, my equal, and may I bring you under my protection?’’ A small ring with gold and a clear sapphire smiles at you, and you see dreams and hopes in Aemond’s eyes.

You smile. You wait for him to stand, and nearly slam the ring out of his hands before you kiss him again. ‘’Yes, yes, a dozens times yes.’’

Aemond grins, picking you up from the ground, spinning you around when kissing you. Lady Aemma makes herself known again, gently clearing her throat, but her eyes are misty with tears. ‘’I’m afraid there is a matter of permission. A royal marriage can only exist with the blessing of the king.’

The king has been feeling ill lately. He has taken to bed and refuses to leave for anyone. Queen Alicent rules in his stead, as a faithful wife would. You and Aemond rush past ladies, princes, nobles and paparazzi, hand in hand, clearly smitten as your feet go as fast as you can go. Paparazzi quickly turn their camera’s to you both, but all they get is a messy blurry picture, that is how fast you both are walking. Finally, you reach the rooms of the king.

Queen Alicent sits by his bedside, faithfully reading him the newspaper. She turns around when she sees you both, and you drop into a curtsy. ‘’What are you both doing here?’’ She asks.

Aemond clears his throat, before sitting down on his father’s bed. ‘’Father, I’m sorry. I know you told me I should always follow duty, and that the crown requires sacrifice.’’ He did? King Viserys avoids your eyes and you understand he was behind Aemond’s sudden departure. You cross your arms over your chest.

‘’I did.’’ The king confesses, a bit grumpy.

Aemond gestures for you to come closer, so you do. He takes hold of your hands. ‘’But my path to duty led me to Y/N. She makes me feel things I never felt before. She is the love of my life, Father. I know you both sent me away to Dorne to forget her, but I know by now: No one will ever compare or come close to her. She is all I ever wanted, and I want to spend the rest of my life with her. If I have to give up my titles, so be it.’’ He declares, firmly.

Viserys coughs, before smiling at you both. ‘’Aemond, come here my boy. I know I've been a horrible father to you and my other children.’’ You look away, not sure you were meant to hear this.

‘’Yes.’’ Aemond says, agreeing without missing a beat.

Viserys looks at you. ‘’But I'm going to ask you this once, my boy. Do you love that girl?’’ Your heart beats faster and faster and you are afraid it might stop.

Aemond looks at you when speaking, nodding. ‘’I feel alive when she is with me. Like everything is possible and she makes me whole in ways I used to be broken.’’ Viserys nods.

‘’Then who am I to deny you both? Go, be happy, my boy. You always have been meant for it.’’ Aemond nods, pretending to not tear up, but even you have teary eyes watching this reunion.

This is nice, but there is one other obstacle. Jacaerys. You belonged to his selection. To go with another man is treason. ‘’Jace, of course, I will ask-’’ Aemond is interrupted as the doors open and Jace himself enters with Lady Aemma close behind.

Jacaerys holds up his hands, silencing Aemond. ‘’You don’t have to, Aemond.’’ He turns to the king before speaking. ’I've seen it for myself, Grandsire. Y/n and Aemond are two parts of one soul. We must not keep them separated. They belong to one another.’’

Alicent looks concerned. ‘’But what will the media say?’’ She is right. They have not been kind to you.

Viserys grins. ‘’They can say whatever they like. Y/n will become Aemond's wife, a princess of house Targaryen. They will learn to mind their tongues over time.’’ You hope so, at least.

Aemond turns to his mother. ‘’Do I have both your blessings? May we marry?’’ He asks, hopeful.

Alicent looks you over, and you wonder how much she secretly hates you. She smiles, before touching her son’s forehead, kissing it. ‘’Your happiness is all that I ever wanted for you, Aemond. Go find it with your wife.’’ And just like that, a nightmare ends and a dream is born. Aemond kisses your lips, not giving a damn about the audience that is present.

The first moment with the press is there, the engagement photoshoot. Of course you are afraid, but Aemond makes it all worth it. He is still a bit stiff when it comes to press and attention but you bring out his true wonderful self. You and Prince Aemond hold hands in front of the castle, as multiple press magazines, news channels and photographers from all over the world take in this wonderful moment.

‘’Prince Aemond! "Please look here!"

‘’Duchess Y/n! Is it true you and Prince Aemond bonded over your love for Dornish architecture?"

‘’Yes. We are big nerds."

‘’O, that was improper of me wasn't it?’’ You mutter as the press eagerly writes things down.

Aemond shrugs before whispering in your ear. ‘’You're doing just fine. We kinda are big nerds.’’

You return the smile, taking hold of his face before kissing him. ‘’The biggest.’’ You declare before kissing him. The flashes go crazy the moment your lips lock, and all photographers shut up, taking millions of pictures.

Aemond breaks the kiss, grinning at the press when you blush lost in the moment. ‘’Prince Aemond, what was your first thought when you saw her lady?"

Aemond thinks back and you see many emotions cross his face. ‘’Why don't good things ever happen to me? And it's ironic because…she would become the best thing In my life.’’

One photographer clearly adores that and makes a little strangled ‘’awh’’ sound, causing their colleague to smack them lightly on the arm. ‘’What? They are adorable!’’ He declares, simply before returning to making photos.

You glance at Aemond. ‘’I am simply speaking my truth.’’ He says as if he’s defending himself.

You grin. ‘’Hmhm.’’

An interviewer of the Targaryen times finally asks a question, having worked up the courage. ‘’Princess-I mean, Duchess…’’ She stumbles and blushes, embarrassed as she looks through her notes nervously.

Aemond smiles, reassuringly. ‘’Princess is fine, Ma’am. She must adjust to her new title somehow.’’ Finally she lets go of her cards, and becomes much more confident because of it.

‘’Princess Y/N. What are the plans for the wedding?’’ Aemond grins, turning his head to you as if he wants to hear it as well.

You smile, painting a picture. ‘’A grand one, in the sept, honoring ancient Targaryen traditions. But also a couple of new ones.’’ You for example would love for Vhagar, Aemond’s cat to wear the rings down the aisle or for your wedding dress to be silver. And so, that happened. 25 october, you and Aemond said your vows for dozens of people to see. And after that, came the honeymoon.

You finally stand before the statue of Nymeria, the statue you dreamed of seeing since you were old enough to want anything. Aemond is with you, together with your security, hidden and dressed as ordinary tourists. You look at Nymeria’s statue, at a loss for words, that's how beautiful you find it all.

‘’I can't believe you took me here.’’ You tell Aemond, searching for his hand to hold as tears of happiness roll down your cheeks.

He gently wipes them away. ‘’I can. You always wanted to see it. And now we can.’’ He tells you, with a smile and a kiss on your lips. ‘’This does mean that you need a new dream, I’m afraid.’’ He jests but you turn his face back to your own.

‘’I don’t need a new dream. You are my new dream.’’

Next year, you all come together for christmas. You and Aemond have brought gifts. The family sits still in gowns and suits, as royals are expected, but their smiles are the same of any other happy family.

Finally it is your turn to give something to Viserys, the king.

‘’Grandsire, we have a surprise.’’ Aemond looks around the room, and everyone watches as Viserys unwraps his present with the help of Alicent, and reveals two red with silver baby socks.

Rhaenyra gasps, delighted before hiding her giggle. Jacaerys and Baela grab each other’s hand and Helaena grins. Even Aegon seems to understand what this means. His hair has slightly grown back, but he keeps it shorter than usual, he quite liked it.

Yet the king seems at loss for words. ‘’These are a little too small for my feet.’’ Viserys says, taking in the baby socks.

Aemond grins, putting his arms around you. You beam, waiting patiently for Viserys to get the hint.

Alicent jumps up from her chair, gasping. ‘’Oh my gods, she is pregnant!’’ You break into a bright grin as Aemond softly rubs your belly.

Instantly the king smiles, standing up to hug you both. ‘’Oh! My stupid arse thought you bought the wrong size!’’ He is still very fragile, but manages to walk a few inches.

‘’Father.’’ Rhaenyra says with a chuckle.

Daemon, her newest husband, smirks, before coming over as well. Usually he is too cool for things like this, but this time, it's different. ‘’Ah to hell it with, get here you two.’’ He hugs you both. You look at the beautifully decorated christmas tree, and realize that next christmas might look even more beautiful.

The next Christmas is just like that, beautiful. Baela is now pregnant with her own child, the future heir to the seven Kingdoms. Dyana has been married too, to a friendly sweet woman she met in a coffee shop. She remains one of your closest friends, after the selection and Dyana and Crystina are invited to court, to become your ladies.

Your son is now born, Prince Daen Targaryen. Aemond and you picked the name together.

‘’He takes after his father, always with his nose stuck in a book.’’ Prince Viserys comments as you and the young prince look through a picture book he got from his aunt, Aunt Rhaenyra.

Rhaenyra seems pleased that your son likes her gift and you smile at her. ‘’He likes colorful pictures.’’

Rhaenyra nods. ‘’Viserys and Aegon are the same.’’

Aemond talks with his dad, you see them bond more and more, becoming closer. ‘’Do you remember?’’ He asks.

Viserys almost looks offended. ‘’Of course I do. Your favorite things was to read, to eat cookies and to see the horses.’’

Aemond grins, looking at you and your son. ‘’I thought you had forgotten.’’ He confess.

Viserys nearly chokes on his champagne. ‘’Never.’’

You lift Daen from the ground, picking him up and bringing him to Aemond who happily accepts and holds his son. ‘’Look, it’s daddy.’’ You tell your son with a smile. ‘’Say hello to daddy.’’

He grins, hugging your son tightly when rocking him to sleep. ‘’Our little prince.’’ He tells you with a wink.

You nod. ‘’Our little prince.’’ You have learned a lot in the time of the selection. But the one thing is that your life can change, if you just look past people’s appearances, and past their walls. The most gorgeous crown can be hidden behind a ugly box and the most wonderful story has the dustiest cover. You can’t judge people for the walls they keep around, as everyone has their own stories. But most of all, you learned to fight for things you believe in, and to fight for things you love.

A/N.

Thank you so much for reading with me. When i started it idk how many people would even like it and the support was insane. Thank you all so much. I hope you all liked the story as much as I did telling it, in hotd/selection fashion.

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nightwalker6200 · 5 months

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Dad Gojo Headcannons:

I know the timelines/ ages are messed up with quite a few but I love little kid Meg and Tsumiki: I'll post more as I think of them :)

Gojo almost always has glitter or stickers somewhere on his clothes/ person. He normally doesn't notice and can go the whole day with a cat sticker or blue glitter on his back/ pant leg.

Gojo once handed back a report that Tsumiki had drawn all over. Yada keeps it tucked away in his desk.

Tsumiki and Megumi drew all over several graded papers (accidently) that Gojo then handed back. Inumaki, Maki, Yuta and Panda hung them up on their walls in the dorms.

Inumaki and Yuta are no longer allowed to babysit Tsumiki and Megumi. Yuta ended up being the responsible adult (basically babysitting 3 kids), and Inumaki ended up with a makeover. He wore the makeup for three days straight until Maki ended up dragging him to the baths, demanding he take a bath because he looked like a sadistic clown who just broke up with their boyfriend.

Gojo knows how to do hair. He practiced on Shoko despite her complaints and can braid neatly.

Tsumiki likes to paint nails and uses Gojo as a test subject when he's asleep - once during a fight, a villian had to stop because they couldn't take Gojo seriously with bright purple nails.

Gojo is surprisingly a good cook. He failed horrendously at first but learned from Shoko, Nanamin, and even Tsumiki. He quickly learned how to make the kids' favorite dishes.

Gojo knows all of the gossip at school and constantly gossips with Tsumiki about her classmates. Tsumiki always has the dets/ drama/ tea.

Tsumiki likes to be close to someone when she's upset or sick or hurt. Megumi only likes to be close if he feels really bad.

Gojo almost always has candy on him, something Inumaki and Panda take advantage of (he's used to stopping bickering between the kids so he throws it at any problem).

Megumi is the hardest to put to bed. He sneaks around, finding new ways to try to stay up past his bedtime and around the Six Eyes.

Gojo has a lot of guilt over Tsumiki's accident. He tears up almost every time he visits her and spent a week drunk after it had happened. He gave her permission to go (even though she would have gone anyway being a teenager) and feels as though he failed at his promise to protect her.

The first time Tsumiki took a boy to the school dance; Megumi and Gojo stood at the door, arms crossed, staring menacingly at the boy until Tsumiki was ready to leave. Gojo might have threatened him... Megumi might have summoned his dogs, who stood at his side, growling.

Gojo has millions of pictures on his phone of the kids, including his students.

Gojo gets squeamish over pulling out Megumi's loose teeth. Tsumiki always has to do it for him, or Megumi will rip it out, mouth full of blood.

Despite his protests, Gojo showed up to every classroom visitation Megumi had in elementary school. He went to Tsumiki's too (who was over the moon).

Gojo once paid a kid money to stop crying. The kid was probably Yuuji.

When Tsumiki has nightmares, she will loudly barge into Gojo's room whereas Megumi will stand quietly at the foot of the bed or side of the bed and wait until Gojo notices him. Gojo has almost punched the 8-year-old several times.

Tsumiki begs Gojo to read to her or tell her stories when they have down time. Megumi lurks in the hall, at the end of the couch or in the shadow, listening. He secretly likes it just as much as his sister.

Gojo knows all the lyrics to all of the Taylor Swift songs. He finds himself humming them at random, and him and Miki sing them loudly in the car to annoy Megumi.

Megumi and Tsumiki got lice from school. Gojo freaked and spent three days with his hair under a shower cap and hat despite Shoko telling him he didn’t have it. He even begged Nanamin to let him sleep over. Megumi threaten to master a louse as a shikigami to freak Gojo out.

Megumi tries to sneak attack/ scare Gojo at random. Tsumiki is the only one who has succeeded.

Gojo playing Barbie or stupid things like store or restaurant. He’s very dramatic and almost always asks to speak to the manager who is Gumi. Gumi tells him to piss off and never come back.

#anime #manga #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #fushiguro tsumiki #fushiguro megumi #Kid Megumi #Kid Tsumiki #Panda #maki zenin #yuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #satoru gojo #Gojo is a dad #Headcannons #itadori yuuji #kugisaki nobara #shoko ieiri

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the-real-couchrat · 2 months

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@toothpastecanyon proposed the idea of a post-apocalypse dragon Mizar, and it was too good to resist! May I present;

MIZAR THE MIGHTY!!!!!

Info and more versions below the cut!

Her name Mezra (might be changed later)

She hoards glitter

Lives in an abandoned “Michelles” (in-universe-Michaels”)

Sleeps in the yarn section

Sleeps with a few glitter bottles, they spill a lot

Keeps the feast of her hoard in a different section

Friendly

Always has glitter in her scales (she likes it)

Sometimes has yarn tangled in her horns

She paints her claws (all of them) with the gold acrylic paint

Those scale patterns under her eyes are natural

Her spikes are a little bit uneven (like in the headshot)

Literally leaves a trail of glitter when she drags her tail

She does not sleep like in the picture, she rolls constantly, which is how she gets so much glitter on her

Deep sleeper

Lonely :( all the humans are scared of her

Daydreams a lot

Likes exploring areas close to home (like forests, or deep caves with lots of space)

Loves the way her scales glint in the sun, but prefers night flying because she can see the lights of the human (and other) villages. She would say hi, but she knows they would probably attack her.

Loves cloud-gazing, and flying through fog

Very excited to meet Alcor, they get along great, and she’s happy to have a friend. He wingmans (?) for her when she’s trying to befriend villages

Alcor often uses a dragon form around her (like 50/50) because I headcannon that he will tweak his appearance if a Mizar is a different species, or just looks drastically different.

Mezra loves his humanoid form, because she can pick him up and make fun of him

Her favorite food are the goats that hang around a few minutes flight from the Michelles

Because she’s a dragon, and hasn’t had much socialization, she has a lot less reservations about killing people.

It’s more of a “I think we’re gonna have to kill this guy, Mezra” “Aw man” situation.

Notes on the current era:

The apocalypse happened around 12,000 years after the transcendence.

The apocalypse was caused by a magic storm, which wiped out a TON of humanity (and other sapient species), throwing the survivors into a medieval-esque era. ( think Wizard of Lanata, I love that fic btw)

Because of the magic storm, almost all man-made settlements (towns,cities,buildings,anything really) were destroyed, except for very few patches here and there there, which is how the Michelles still exists.

Mezra hatched around 200 years post apocalypse

Alcor is in a silly crazy cycle, so there’s not really much angst despite him being really old.

More versions:

Mezra’s personality is still a work in progress, but she’s basically the embodiment of my ADHD. She has similar traits of Mabel, but different behaviors.

#transcendence au #my art #alcor the dreambender #Mezra the mighty #I really hope Mizar the mighty is #not already taken #Mizar the mighty #dragon Mizar #dragons #Alcor and Mizar #oc #btw I remade this bc I put it on the wrong blog #I actually made this almost a week ago #but kept delaying the post bc there were so many good posts that people were making!#and I didn’t want someone without an account to miss anything #don’t worry I do know bat wing anatomy #I just like the stylization

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cutelittleriot · 3 months

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Return to origin Band together chapter 5 Breaking point

The group is ready to rescue Floyd. We'll nostly they still need to be in harmony and all that. So they decided to practice while they headed to Mount Rageous.

They were all geared up in their old outfits some fit.....some don't. They were singing a song when Jd just stops it entirely not liking how it was done.

"Stop. Stop. Timeout. Let’s do it again from the top. Spruce, I want some smolder in those eyes

Clay, you’re being too stiff. We need some sillier robot. Bitty B, maybe a smaller diaper"Jd says going over what he thinks needs to be changed.

"If this diaper was any smaller, I could taste it" Branch grits out annoyed his tail giving a irritated flick. It was hard enough putting it on without the tail but trying to fit it through was a nightmare. "That’s why I don’t wear one of those. It’s a hard fit to pull off" Tiny Diamond says from the drivers seat.

"Really great note, John Dory. Super helpful. Thanks,thanks. Now I have a creative note for you. Stop being bossy!"Ckay says annoyed. This is just like what happened 20 years ago! Did JD not change at all?! He is litterally doing it all over again!

"What? I’m not being bossy. I’m helping us be better" JD tries to explain himself. He really doesn't want to be bossy. To be the thing that got them to break up in the first place but it seems old habits die hard even after 20 years.

"No,no, dude.You’re forcing us to be perfect,

just like you always have,so we can hit the perfect family harmony" Clay says his temper rising. He is normally a pretty collected troll but JD always had managed to get on his nerves whether intentionally or unintentionally.

"Yeah I'm doing this so we can rescue Floyd" JD explains to the group. "Is it? Or is this all just so you can tell people what to do again?" Bruce asks his eyes narrowing. "What?" Jd asks shocked that Spruce would even say such a thing. He doesn't want to tell others what to do again. He wants to put that part of him behind him,lock it away and throw away the key.

"Guys, guys.This isn’t helpful right now. Let’s all maybe take five, huh?" Poppy asks as she can tell its getting really tense in the room and it's going to explode if this argument isn't stopped. She can also tell that Branch isn't liking this one bit,judging by his lowered ears and quivering tail.

'No no no this is just like what happened 20 years ago. Please just stop,please' Branch mentally begs them. It was happening all over again! He begins to take some deep breaths to try and calm down and to not have a panic attack right now as that's the last thing he needs.

"This isn’t gonna work if you keep on being the same old John Dory" Bruce says wanting to get it through his brothers thick skull that things are different now. They weren't teenagers anymore,they were adults with lives now.

"Yeah. We’ve all changed.Bruce settled down.

Branch is slightly taller, with zero glasses,fluffier and has a tail.And I’m a licensed CPA. Put some respect on my name, fool!" Clay exclaims his temper rising even more it's taking alot in him to not sock JD in the face right now.

"Well, I’m not allowed to change. I’m the oldest. I had to be the leader" Jd says,his brothers had no idea what it was like to be the oldest,the leader, just how much pressure and stress he was under even as a teenager.

"You love bossing us around. Just admit it"Bruce scoffs while rolling his eyes. JD was floored. He loved to boss them around?! Glitter no! He hated doing it back then and even now! "Why do you think I moved to the middle of nowhere? So I didn’t have to be in charge of anyone. Four little brothers is a lot of responsibility! You had no idea what stress i was under at that age! But I still took care of you guys because your my brothers!" JD exclaims angry.

"Why do you think I left? So no one would treat me like you did! I had body image issues for months! It took Brandi who knows how long to get me to relax and enjoy myself and not worry abou my image!" Bruce tells JD. He really needed to know just how much his perfect shtick messed him up mentally for so long.

JD's ears lower in sadness,he had no idea just how badly he messed up and now the consequences of his actions are now showing themselves. "You know what, Spruce-" JD starts before realizing his mistake. "Its Bruce!" Clay corrects him. "Thank you Clay!" Bruce says finally someone corrects Jd on his new name. He knows it's going to take a while for some people to get used to a new name,but still!

"Guys. We can’t forget about Floyd" Branch says hoping this will cease the argument. "Look, Branch is right. We’re here for Floyd.

Let’s just get this done and we can go our separate ways." JD says and the others agree.

"Wait what?" Branchs asks as his ears lower. His brothers are just going to leave him again? After all this they are just going to up and leave? AGAIN?!

"What? The mission’s the mission.You didn’t think we’d all live together when this was all over, did you? Singing songs and roasting marshmallows?" JD says. He knows he shouldn't be saying this but he just can't trust himself to be around his brothers again. He is already hurting them again after only being with them for less than 24 hours,it's best to let them go their separate ways to save them from the pain.

"Oh, I’m sorry. Is that funny to you? That I might want us to actually be a family again?"Branch growls out much to his brothers and Poppys surprise. He has never growled before. He knew it was just wishful thinking. Of course they wouldn't want to be a family again. OF COURSE THEY WANTED TO LEAVE HIM ALONE AGAIN!

"Tiny Diamond, pull over. Now." He growls out his tail lashing in anger and the little glitter troll does so not wanting to anger him anymore than he is.

"Branch-" Bruce says wanting to calm down Branch but he is interrupted. "You’re mad at him, but you guys do the exact same thing to me. You all still treat me like the baby of the family. But guess what? I stopped being a baby the day you guys walked out on me,’cause I had to. Then Grandma got eaten, and there was no one else to take care of me. I nearly got eaten by a bergen! I got turned into a rock zombie! Then I got turned into this monster! And guess what? Nobody but Poppy was there for me! This time I'm walking out on you!" Branch yells out his anger of 20 years finally coming to light. His fangs bared ears pinned back and tail lashing,his pupils have shrunk giving him a more feral look. He takes a look at the old hideout plans when he made when he was only 2,back when they were still a family and crumples it up and tosses it on the ground.

The door opens and he takes off running on all fours not caring who saw him at the moment. He needed to get away from them.

The group stares at his retreating figure in sadness before Poppy takes the paper that Branch crumpled up and fixes it. She take a look at it along with the others. It looked like a little hideout. It had all five of them living together underground.

"This is Branch’s bunker. He built this for you guys" Poppy says sad as she realizes that all those extra rooms she saw when she was staying in his bunker was for his brothers. "I.....I didn't know" Jd says shocked as it seems his colors start to become semi more muted as his ears lower. "Guess you never asksed" Poppy simply says before putting the paper in her hair and takes off after Branch on all fours as well.

"Wait a minute,grandma got eaten?" Ckay asks as his brothers look at each other in realization. If grandma got eaten.....

How old was Branch when this happened?

Sorry for this being super short I just really needed to post this as I wanted to write this scene asap

#trolls #trolls 3 #branch #poppy #broppy #return to origin #jd #john dory #bruce #spruce #clay

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omegaworld · 1 year

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Different Species [Alpha Marco x omega reader] - part 3 - Final

Important to understand the context

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 - Final

Word count: 947

Wano arc story spoiler

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Almost 7 years after they met, Marco was now commander of the first division of the Whitebeard Pirates, Y/n also had the chance to be commander of her own division but she decided to stay in Marco's.

That night á years ago was 'forgotten' and they both went back to what they were trying to ignore the feelings they both had to the fullest. Throughout those years Marco's mate never showed up, let alone Y/n's.

Currently Y/n and Marco were on a mission, they had intercepted a message about a Lunaria that was trapped on that island before being handed over to the government and went after it. Unfortunately it seemed that it was all just a trap by the Beast Pirates, King and Queen ambushed the duo and to make matters worse Y/n couldn't concentrate as he could swear that King's scent was familiar to him.

In a moment of distraction Marco is pinned to the ground by Queen leaving Y/n and King face to face, she was ready for an attack but is surprised when all he does is remove his mask and smile at her

"A-Albert?!?"

Y/n asks in shock. Was that him? It looked like him.

"I'm glad to see that even after all these years you haven't forgotten me."

Y/n is still paralysed in shock unable to register that her childhood friend was there alive. However King seizes the opportunity and with one swift movement he lowers himself to Y/n's height and kisses her. At that moment something runs through Y/n's body and she opens her eyes as she feels wings sprout from her back.

Marco looks at the whole scene with horror, he remembers Y/n telling him about this, the healing properties of the first kiss between fellow Lunarians. Oh the poor alpha's heart couldn't accept that everyone was really right, that he and Y/n because they are of different species are not mates. He couldn't accept it, not when his whole being was filled with anger and screaming for him to rip that alpha out of his omega. And at the same time a feeling of defeat and sadness filled him, it would be selfish for him to do that now that she had finally found her mate. She was his omega, the one he loved but she didn't belong to him, not anymore.

Y/n seems to finally recover from the shock and pushes King away pushing him away as he looks in shock at his wings testing to move them. King has a beaming smile and soon starts talking about how they are mates throwing up confessions and promises, he was too caught up in his speech to see the way Y/n's eyes glittered dangerously.

When King finally notices his silence he holds out his hand but Y/n slaps it away and spits on the floor in disgust before speaking.

"Who did this shit?"

She asks as Queen shouts indignantly.

"Shit?!?!!"

"It was you wasn't it?"

Y/n looks angrily at Queen who looks away overcommitted, indignant and proud at what her invention had done.

" S/n, babe"

Albert calls out but Y/n quickly shoves a punch into his face sending the unprepared alpha away. Using the opportunity of a very shocked Queen she picks up Marco and quickly flies away.

"That insolent girl! When I catch her she'll see the shit!"

Queen shouts angrily but King interrupts him wiping the blood from his nose

"It's not worth it"

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN IT'S NOT WORTH IT?!!!"

King sighs touching his nose lightly.

"She's always been faster than me at flying. We won't be able to catch her, the plan has failed"

King sighs as Queen continues to babble on about how genius her inventions are. Kaido was not going to be pleased.

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As they fly away Marco watches Y/n's tears fall. Why was she doing this? She was abandoning her mate! Spotting her boat Y/n poses with Marco at the galley and Marco orders the rest of the crew to return to her father.

Watching her cry Marco's chest contorts in pain

" Y/n, he was your mate because-"

"NO HE WAS NOT!"

She shouts causing Marco to flinch before sitting down on the ground.

" Queen probably did something to activate my healing factor, Albert is not my mate"

Marco sighs sitting down next to her.

"Just because he's from an enemy crew you can't deny he's your mate"

"It's not like that at all! I simply know he's not my mate!"

"The healing factor has been activated. How are you so sure?"

"Because how can he be my mate if kissing him for the first time with healing factor doesn't even come close to the feeling of simply being near you?"

Marco's eyes widen, he wasn't expecting this. Could it be? It had been so long since he had met her, so long since he had fallen in love with her and so long since he had guarded his feelings. Maybe just this once 'shit' he wanted to be selfish, he wanted to see, he wanted to know what happens, to know how it feels if he just kisses her.

Holding Y/n's face with his hands Marco eagerly places his lips on hers. It is at that moment that they can both finally feel, that feeling and the love they both shared, their mates were never somewhere in the world they were all the time right under their noses. Marco pulls Y/n into his lap deepening the kiss before they have to pull away for breath.

Looking at her now Marco doesn't know how he ever doubted that his mate could be anyone other than her.

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thebemoon · 1 year

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Hi!! I love your writing! And I was wondering how you set a scene like the actual setting. I feel like my setting is always lacking and that the readers won’t understand the atmosphere i’m setting or wont know where the setting is taking place. Sorry if this makes no sense.

Hey, this is a great question, and I see a lot of talented writers struggle with setting. It's all about the details, everyone says, but how do you know what details to add?

For me, I usually add details I find interesting and serve one or all of three goals: plot, character or mood. Although sometimes I throw things in because they're just neat, and those details sometimes turn out to be the most important of all.

I usually begin with mood. Do you want a bright and cheerful setting, or a dark and sinister setting, or a plain and sparse and disturbingly perfect setting? Even an ordinary room can look dark and sinister if that's the mood of the scene.

In "The Gloriana Set," I set one of the most dangerous and scary scenes in a very simple setting: an ordinary hunting shack in the woods:

"Theo twirled, Apparating them inside a small, one-room cottage. There was nothing inside the pine structure except a fireplace and two three-level bunks. The warped wood floor was covered in suspiciously dark stains."

Theo and Hermione are attacked in this setting, and so I sprinkle details like the feeling of the rough wood, and the sun shining through dirty windows, and frequently mention the bunk beds. Its very ordinariness is creepy because this shack is used to hunt Muggles, not deer. In "The Darkwood Wand," Draco's bedroom is also sinister, but instead of simple, I piled on the objects and furnishings. The whole room screamed opulence and magic and danger. Here is Hermione seeing it for the first time:

"She was kneeling between the bed and a green velvet armchair, which faced a black leather sofa. A grandfather clock loomed in a corner, its mother-of-pearl face another weak source of light. The furniture was heavily carved—black walnut, if Hermione had to guess, she’d developed a bit of expertise from all those woodworking magazines. A small harp, of all things, glittered in the moonlight from atop a bookshelf.

"Slowly she stood, and turned to face an obsidian fireplace lined with bricks of black glass. Its mantle was crammed with silver objects: picture frames, bottles, boxes. It was outrageous, really, this lap of luxury for Slytherin’s worst. Even the fire tools were topped with silver. Hermione stepped forward and pulled out the poker: It was surprisingly heavy for its size, yet as delicately balanced as a rapier."

Every object mentioned plays a role in the story later on, and it's all seen through Hermione's point of view.

Finally, settings can be fun. Here is Trelawney's Divination classroom in the "Darkwood Wand." I leaned heavily on the Rowling's description and added bits of my own to serve the story:

"Draco stalked across the room and sat uncomfortably close to Granger. The lamp above them, draped with a silk scarf, cast a dim, crimson light. Draco was sweating slightly and it wasn't from the stuffy air."

and here's a setting primed to annoy a grouchy Draco:

"It was Xylomancy Day, with twigs and strips of wood scattered on all the tea tables. Frankincense billowed from a heated plate, and Draco coughed as he took a seat on his pouf. He could feel another headache coming on."

and this is yet another confined setting in this claustrophobic story:

"“FOOL!” Trelawney cried, her hands in the air. Her robe’s sleeves fell back to reveal skinny arms. “Magician, devil, hanged man!”

Startled, Draco fell backward, banging his head against the wall. His knee hit the bottom of the table and scattered the cards. Hermione, thankfully, kept her composure; she slid one hand under Draco’s elbow and steadied the table with the other."

The key is to have your characters constantly interacting with the setting. Setting in a story isn't like a painted backdrop on a stage, especially in a Harry Potter story where anything can be magical.

Hope that helps!

Thebe

#dramione

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nagirambles · 2 years

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Any hcs you want the characters to learn ? Could be development wise or new magic spell wise ?

Hmmm I want Natsu, Erza, Gray, and etc ‘team’ members in the guild to learn each others’ magic like how Erza used Fire and Ice in the last arc. Like, it’s happening minimally already, but it’s never become a main thing. Natsu learning how to manipulate his fire into a hand, like Macao (and kind of like Gray), Gray using ice blades after his Erza flashback, Wendy imitating Gajeel and Natsu’s skills. Juvia using her ‘water-make’ thing was something like that, but I wish it were more conventional. All those eventually get forgotten as one-offs or are turned into something new like Wendy.

Like, not even just among the main group. Evergreen knowing how to write runes because she teams with Freed? Give me more of that! I want Levy to learn how to jump around nimble and parkour, like Lucy or Jet. I headcanon Cana’s main magic with her tarot is lightning related, because she used to team with him temporarily when they were kids. Heck, I’m thinking of Natsu using Take-Over as a reference to his Dragon Slayer magic fighting style, and the other way around with Elfman and Lisanna. Also, imagine Happy using Requip to go for the ‘throw everything in his bag’ tactic? But like, he throws house supplies like fridges and maybe a mountain of instant ramen. I would also want to see Gajeel and Juvia reference each others’ skills for battle.

And of course, Lucy actually learning how to use her spirits’ magic gradually rather than just getting a dress and perfect mastery one after another. What I’m thinking of doing is give her weapons first, starting from whips of varying elements and then expanding into weapon options like arrows and swords. Lucy should have moved away from the spamming spirits fighting style, so honestly, while I think it’s good she always tries to expand her magic capacity, we’ve long moved past the part where that was ever narratively a problem (all the way in Angel fight, actually). Mashima should have ditched that sideplot and given her an actual strategic edge to her attacks. Instead of making five spirits blast three opponents away for coolness factor, we should focus on which two spirits she can use to efficiently cause large-scale damage and win all at once.

Back on topic though, I think it’d be cool to see Juvia learning how to use her magic in a ‘make-magic’ way. She usually just lashes out her water like water blades. How about imitating creation magic by making weapons, spikes, fists, or even follow Lyon’s example and go for crazy animals like water dragons? She used this ‘love-love Gray attack’ in the water fight in GMG, but instead of weird pink heart symbols in the water, it would have ben cool if the water lashed out in swirls of hearts and blades and crosses, to make an artistic interpretation of how she views Gray with her love. It would be good development for Juvia to find her own individuality and advance in a magic way despite already being strong.

I kinda want Cana to learn Crash magic. I’ve mentioned before that it’s fascinating how families have similar magics and broken families don’t-- so it’s cool that Cana was so different from Gildarts, until she gets a big blast damage magic in Fairy Glitter to kinda match with Gildarts in destruction tendency. But we should take it a step further, since Fairy Glitter is a ‘three great’ that shouldn’t get spammed. Cana, as the one who’s been in the guild the longest, should take magic from so many more adults in the guild. She also should have cards that imitate Macao’s fire because that would just make sense.

#it's an ask #it's a headcanon #i'm reaching #fairy tail #magic rambles

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druidx · 1 year

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Incorrect Tags Game

Tagged by @odysseywritings TY!

Tagging back: @strosmkai-rum @spacetimewraithwrites @wildswrites @odysseywritings @ayzrules @morganwriteblr @my-writblr @bexminx @writingingraves @dreamwishing @aalinaaaaaa @pleaseloathemyveryexistence @jaguarthecat @catharticallysarcastic @bread-of-death @bluegreystarstuff @bodoramzap @whimsyqueen @dxrlingdaydreams @horridmacaronibaby @thewriteflame @amoretteverity Rules: use this quote generator & list as many quotes as you like using characters from your WIPs, then tag as many people as quotes you listed.

Because I'm still in The Ruby Falls brainrot territory, these will be for that WIP. And since there are 22 tags... most of the quotes are going under the cut!

Mankar Camoran: Dammit, you ruin everything! Aderyn: You're welcome.

Martin, writing in their diary at Kvatch with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.

Jauffre: Do you have any idea what you’re doing? Aderyn: Why start now?

Martin & Baurus, pointing a camera at Aderyn: There she is, our sweet baby. Aderyn, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Baurus & Martin, walking into their house: Hello, people who do not live here. Jena: Hey. Aderyn: Hi. Jauffre: Hello. Ferrum: Hey! Baurus: I gave you the key to our place for emergencies only! Roliand: We were out of Doritos.

Arianrhod: Aderyn, how could you possibly have gotten into this much trouble in one day? Aderyn: It… It didn't take me the whole day…

Aderyn, to the Squad: I’d die for you. Jauffre: Then perish. Baurus: Please don’t. Ferrum: Cool. Martin: I’d die for you first.

Jauffre: We wouldn’t last two minutes without Aderyn. Jauffre: Jauffre: Don’t tell her I said that.

Aderyn, throwing their head into Arianrhod's lap: Tell me I'm pretty! Arianrhod, lovingly stroking their hair: You're pretty fucking annoying, that's what you are.

Aderyn: I'm having problems with a guy... Belisarius: Like his dead body won't fit into your trunk kind of problems, or you like him kind of problems? Belisarius: Because I can only help with the former.

Ferrum: How would you like your coffee? Jena: As dark and as bitter as my soul. Ferrum, shouting to someone behind the counter: I need one vanilla latte with extra cream and sugar!

Caroline: What is love? Martin: An emotional minefield. Jauffre: A neurochemical reaction. Aderyn: Baby don't hurt me.

Aderyn: The ‘how the fucks’ and 'why are you so dumbs’ don’t matter. All that matters is that I have a new gun.

*The Squad when asked about their earlier confession of love* Martin: Yeah, you're lucky. I like you. Baurus: I'd understand if you didn't feel the same way… Aderyn: *has a panic attack* What confession? Jena: *winks* I know, babe. You like me too. Ferrum: So what? Are you going to date me or not? Jauffre: It was a dare.

Martin to Baurus: Me? I'm the bee knees, but, you? You're just... Aderyn: Cockroach ankles! Martin: Ye- uh, what?

Aderyn: I'm tired. Arianrhod: You slept for three hours last night! Why are you surprised?! Aderyn: I'm not surprised. I just wanted to complain about it.

Baurus: *holds a gun out to Martin* Martin: I-I don't believe in guns. Baurus: Well, trust me, they're very real. Now take it.

Martin: I truly go into housewife mode when I'm someone's soulmate- like, I'll make you pancakes and bacon every morning. Baurus: This is a lie. Baurus: I'm literally dating them. This is a lie. Baurus: THEY DON'T EVEN KNOW HOW TO COOK A PANCAKE, WHAT IS THIS.

Baragon: Like they say, "If you can't beat them, curl up in a ball and protect your organs."

Aderyn: A decision had to be made. Jauffre: And you fucked it up!

Jauffre: You know, when I first met you I thought you were a real bitch. Aderyn: What changed your mind? Jauffre: Oh, now I know that you’re a fake bitch. Why do you ask?

Jena: So… who's the big spoon and who's the little spoon? Arcturus: We're chopsticks! Jena: Well… that's cute! Jena: Does that mean you two snuggle together perfectly? Cyrus: No, it means that if you take one away, the only thing the other is good for is stabbing.

Cheeky bonus from the Doc:

Baragon, on a random band name generator: Oooo! They Might Be Depressed Horses! That about sums up my teammates.

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gaydennisreynolds · 1 year

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AAARGH!!! You started watching Season 3 of AP Bio yesterday and I wasn't here for it?! No wait I want to talk to you!

In 3x1, the episode with Jack's broken popcorn mummy issues and miniatures, iirc, Anthony keeps dropping gl- prefix words to Jack like glamazing, glerrific and glappreciation. Did you have a mini heart attack the first time you heard it? I know it was gl- for glitter from his glitter bombs, but bc of the season 2 marketing, I was like, are the writers throwing in glenn jokes for those of us who know? Also I love this wild be gay do crimes energy for the boy.

I like when Jack and Paula do schemes together because of how she wants to be his friend but also acts like his auntie who babies the shit out of him (wish there were gifs of the scene when she pops a sweet in his scrunched up mouth). I know some people didn't like Helen, but she feels like a very specific kind of intense old lady and I can see elements of elderly people I've met in her and Paula Pell's comedic chops are 11/10.

Don't his mummy issues make it so easy to woobify him? The show IS woobifying him.

HIIIIIII AP BIO ANON sorry it took me forever to get to these. i cherished them each day they sat in my box <3 i queued up the other ones to go out each day.

Jack's mommy issues are SOooOOOoooOO. He wears her dead clothes, sleeps in her bed, keeps her house unchanged, and asks Lynette to fulfill Rosemary's role in movie night now that they're together. I want to study him for science and woobify him and cry over him and fix him and break him and put him back together

YES I was also laughing at the gl-comments. I chose to believe it was intentional because I like that better lol.

And yeah, I love Helen -- I love that she's a lesbian, and gets to have overtly gay dialogue/plot lines that aren't just her going Im Gay! over and over (looking at you ronald mcdonald) and I love how much she loves Jack. Jack tries to hate her because of her overbearing Midwestern auntiecore vibes, but he can't--she's just too precious and sweet! They have a really good dynamic together and Helen is one of my favorite parts of the show.

#jack griffin #ap bio #glirstwatching #asks #anonymous #c.txt

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prompt 15 with tumblexhestia please

beloveds 😌

that moment where your character just… looks. just looks at their love interest for more than five seconds and doesn’t understand why or how this earth can exist and the sun and moon exist and the sky can be an eternal source of happiness and yet this person right here can bring so much more warmth and comfort to them with just a single glance

For Tumblebrutus, it happened when he and Hestia were tucked away in their hiding place, giggling like kittens as they chatted.

"And then, Papa waved his paw, and Daddy's mane completely disappeared!" Hestia exclaimed, bursting into giggles as she fell back against Tumblebrutus.

The patched tom let out a snort. "That was why we didn't see Tugger for the entire day? I thought Munkustrap was going to have a conniption."

Hestia only nodded, still laughing madly. Her only attempt to stifle her laughter was to place her paw over her mouth, but her eyes still showed her mirth.

Tumblebrutus found the amused smile on his face melting away into something much softer, much more adoring.

He loved when Hestia laughed so hard she could barely contain herself.

Her eyes sparkled, glittering gold and ethereal blue, and her paw did little to mask the bright, uninhibited smile that threatened to split her face. Her nose scrunched up, as it always had since they were kittens.

Whenever she laughed and smiled, Tumblebrutus thought to himself that maybe, just maybe, he was getting a glimpse at what the Heaviside Layer was like.

Welcoming.

Warm.

Bright.

Beautiful.

As Hestia lifted her head to look at him, Tumblebrutus couldn't stop himself from pulling her close to his side, nuzzling against the spot just behind her ear.

It was the only spot where she was truly ticklish, and Tumblebrutus was lucky enough to be one of the few cats to know of the spot.

Hestia began giggling all over again, and Tumblebrutus laughed as well, wrapping both arms around his queen, pressing kisses to her cheek.

For Hestia, it happened during an attack from Macavity.

The Jellicles were shaken. It was one of the Mystery Cat's more vicious attacks, completely out of the blue with no warning.

Hestia had grabbed Jemima's paw, and the two queens tucked themselves into one of the higher hideouts of the Junkyard, watching as their fathers fought Macavity.

A stray blast of magic made their hiding spot shake, and Hestia let out a small yelp as she tumbled out

Tumblebrutus, who was still training with his brother and Munkustrap to be a Protector, saw her fall, and in the blink of an eye, he was running across the Yard.

"Etta!" he exclaimed, grabbing Hestia's arm and pulling her close.

Hestia glanced at him with wide eyes before twisting around, throwing a quick blast of magic towards a henchcat who had been creeping towards the unguarded young Jellicles.

Tumblebrutus tugged on Hestia's paw, leading her to a smaller hideout safely on the ground, and more secure. He placed himself at the entrance, hackles raised, and ears twitching for any sounds.

Hestia watched her partner, and her heart filled with so much love that it nearly felt as though it would burst.

Of all the cats in the world, Tumblebrutus had stumbled into her life.

His warm brown eyes blazed with protectiveness as he guarded the entrance to the hideout.

His patched fur, the fur that she adored running her paws through, was raised.

It was as though he was glowing, daring anyone to even try to attempt to get near Hestia.

Hestia moved forward, pressing her side against Tumblebrutus', and she glanced up to give him a soft smile. The smile she received in return was brighter than the sun, and filled with affection.

The two cats sat together, waiting for the attack to finish, knowing that, no matter what, they would be safe with each other.

#i love them so so much #cats the musical #tumblebrutus #hestia the hearth cat #tumbletta

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ur-local-new-years-child · 5 months

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Jan 30

You know what I like about Ine? The skies are actually clear at night.

I’ve lived in Tokyo, Akihabara, Sapporo… the sky is shit when it comes to stars. Here, the sky god was a bit generous with the sky glitter.

I climb onto the roof with a blanket and take my place on it, lying on my back.

I’m instantly bedazzled. Thousands of pinpricks of light. I felt limitless here, unending, like I were part of the cosmos and that they were ready to take me back home, arms outstretched.

Then I saw you.

You were on your roof, too! But it looked like you had a whole party going on; there was a box of donuts and several cans of drinks near you.

“Hey!” I call out. I wasn’t sure if you were even asleep, but It was so nice seeing a fellow stargazer.

“Hwuh?”

“Over here!” I wave the sleeve of my hoodie like crazy.

“Oh. Hi. You’re… on your roof…?” I think you were asleep, because your words oozed around like molasses.

“Yeah… the stars look so cool. I never see them in the city. So it’s really awe-striking to me how many there are.”

“Mhm… You’re Murasaki-sama’s kid?”

I’ve never heard anyone say my grandma’s name before. So I was a bit confused.

I think you realised that, and added “Your grandma? The lady who lives under the roof you’re on?”

“Oh. yeah. How’d you know?"

“I saw you at Fuji park. I know every face here, and yours wasn’t familiar. So I asked around.” you settled back onto your blanket.

To think you were actually interested in finding out about me. But then again, you were probably bored.

“You know everyone?”

“To a point, yeah. I can pull up names.” you shrug. “It’s a small town, after all”

“Whoa.”

“Mhm. I’m Karasu. Karasu Mo. The ‘Mo’ part’s written like the character for mourning.”

“Oh. I’m Gasaki Ichigatsu. Like January first? Yeah. My mom says I was in her new years dream so she just called me that. You can call me Saki. or Ichigo. Whatever.”

I lay back down, trying to brush it off and all, but my cheeks were burning. Something abut the way you talked made me feel silly and giggly, in a blush-blush kind of way.

“Ichigo-san. Do you like donuts?”

“Hell yeah, what kind?” I flushed again. The way you say my name… or rather, my nickname, just sounded nice. Like you wanted to say it.

Rummaging sounds. “Uhhhh… Strawberry, lemon, orange… keep in mind I made these so don’t go attacking bakeries if you don’t like them. Uh…caramel-apple and spongecake.”

“I’ll take caramel-apple.”

Smak! A flying donut hits me square in the face, but I catch it just before it rolls away.

“Oh my god are you okay?” there was a twinge of laughter in your voice. ” I threw it too hard… stoopid baseball arms….”

“Nah, you’re fine. Nice throw! I can’t see shit in the dark so that was cool!”

A lie. I could see just fine, actually. How would I know you were there?

“Oh, thanks. I can’t see shit either, I just threw towards your voice. Didn’t realise it would make a loud smack like that.”

“No harm done, though. Thanks!”

“Mhm…. so… why’d you move in?” your silhouette settled back onto your roof, shadows joining shadows.

“Uh… family stuff, I guess. My mom’s still trying to get back on her feet after the divorce.” I bring my knees together and place my chin on them. “I figured it would be easier on her and my stepdad if I was somewhere else.”

“Oh. that’s….”

“Sad? It’s better than having a dysfunctional dad, right?”

“Yeah. I guess. Is your stepdad cool?”

“Very. dad jokes and all.”

You chuckle. “Lucky. That you have a good relationship with them, I mean.”

“Mhm…” I muse, looking at the tiles of the roof. “What about you? What’s your story?”

“My parents disowned me.” The words hung heavy in the air, and suddenly the stars felt far too bright. I wanted to know more, but this is a heavy topic.

I almost thought it was a joke.

“Ha…?”

“Because I’m gay. They just went ‘well whoever it is, they better love you lots because we sure don’t’ and then kicked me out.“

“oh…“ Really? Was that all i could say? “Oh”?

“So… who do you live with now…?”

“My aunt. She’s also been cut out of the family, but for different reasons. So we’ve got a kinship going on, kinda”

“Truth is, she’s barely around, with work and all, so I take care of things.”

“Oh.”

Silence.

“Sorry, that was heavy. Change of subject: what do you like about the town so far?”

“The sky, for one.” I pull apart the donut and shove a clump in my mouth. It was cold, but the flavour warmed me so much. “and for two, your donuts.”

You titter again. “It’s good? Nice. And I guess the sky’s pretty nice too.”

There was a noise, and then I heard your voice lower, towards the ground.

“Let me show you my favourite place. It’ll be dark, so you don’t mind me holding your hand, right?”

“Not at all.”

I climb down from the roof, my donut in my pocket. Your hand was out, and I took it.

It was surprisingly warm, and soft. Your long fingers wrapped completely around mine, and soon we were off.

We went through bushes, through winding alleyways. Had it not been for your gentle pulls I would’ve gotten my face bashed in my rocks.

Soon, before we even arrived, I heard it.

The beach. It expanded far out, so far it seemed like we were on another planet. The stars twinkled in the sky, and were reflected in the water, along with the big silver moon.

It looked like something straight out of a Nitsukui Juni novel. It looked so shimmery and beautiful I forgot to breathe.

You let go of my hand, and I almost grab for it again. The warmth faded instantly, like a dream.

“It’s so pretty. Like… like..”

“It’s hard to find where the sky ends and the earth begins. Here, everything’s one and the same.”

“Yeah…” I breathed. I plopped on the sand, even though it was cold. Something about the scenery made me want to sit and watch.

“ I come here when I think self-depreciating thoughts. It calms me down. It's my special place….”

“I guess it could be yours too. Just.. don’t tell anyone about it, okay?”

“Promise. Thank you for trusting me.“ I hold out my pinkie finger, cheeks flushing again. This silly little gesture was childish, but I wanted to show you that I meant it. I wanted you to feel you could trust me.

You look at me, then my hand, as if trying to figure out what this meant. Then, slowly, you hooked your finger with mine. A ghost of a smile seems to cross your face as you drop your hand again and face the waves.

We stayed up until the first slivers of light peeked through the clouds, then went back to our lives.

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percontaion-points · 6 months

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Everlife chapter 6

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Chapter 6

Across the dais, a doorway forms from air, as if one layer has been peeled away from another, revealing a whole new world. Through that doorway, I see the fantastical land of the Rest, where a rainbow-colored sky glitters with thousands of stars, dinosaurs roam and peace isn’t a hope but a way of life.

I don’t know if anybody remembers, but I said on more than one occasion in the first book of this series that seconddeath seems like a better option. So you should simply take your firstlife, and as soon as you get to wherever you end up… Take your secondlife! Because there is literally a thirdlife, apparently.

Although this is only raising the question of exactly how far that this goes. Is there a thirddeath? A fourthlife?

For a moment, one perfect, stolen moment of time, I think I spy the others in that small doorway. Elizabeth, a tall, slender brunette, smiles at me, content. Meredith, a petite blonde, beams at me, as if she’s proud of me. Levi, the tallest, all tanned and chiseled, nods in support.

I kind of feel like Firstking and Secondking bring somebody from this thirdlife is only setting a dangerous precedent. Why can’t they simply bring back everybody? What’s stopping them? I’d be fine if it said “We only have enough power to open the door once a year.” But it has literally never once been explained.

Edit from the end of the chapter: I was kind of hoping that there would have been a throw-away line as mentioned before Ten left the area, but no. They can do this for everybody, but they apparently won’t. Because reasons.

“First, put your weapons away.” We can’t hurt our own people.

Did the author forget about how Victor was signed to Trokia, yet he somehow managed to hurt everybody?

Or is this meant like a “you SHOULDN’T hurt your own people, but you totally can.”

“So I’m not allowed to be happy?” I demand.

“At the expense of others? No. You’ve put us all in danger, Ten.”

“No risk, no reward. I’m fighting for a better life. For all of us. I plan to —”

“That’s just it,” he interjects. “You plan. But you’ve allowed no one else to make plans—protections—of their own. For all we know, you’ve kicked off a new Penumbra attack with your bond.”

I love how not one single person thinks that Ten made a good decision about Killian.

“I didn’t mean to upset you, only wanted you to see there are risks beyond your control.”

I think the problem here is that they’ve taken a girl from an extremely abusive family background, a girl who spent the last year of her life basically living by the motto of “If I don’t put myself first, I’m literally going to die.” And now they’re asking that she basically be in charge of everybody in Troika?

Icy eyes look me over and heat. “There’s my sweet baby,” he says.

Chapter 6 summary: As you might expect, everybody is upset with Ten’s choice; not one single person is happy at all. However, Eron holds true to his promise, opens up a door to the thirdlife, where all of the seconddead characters are watching. Archer walks out.

At this point, Lucy and Shamus start to move for Ten, but first Ten’s remaining friends show up to protect her.

At this time, Ten also is able to communicate with Killian via their new bond. However, the way that he’s speaking to her indicates that his memories haven’t actually returned, and he’s still on a mission to send her to her seconddeath.

Then the animals come, and quickly carry our “heroes” away. As they run, a pitbull Ten had seen at the waterfall earlier introduces himself as Biscuit, and says that he’s Ten’s animal companion. And that all of the animals around them were rejected companions from everybody else; helping Ten seems kind of like getting revenge on the people who rejected them.

As they go, Archer chews Ten out for how her poorly-thought-out actions are now affecting EVERYBODY. He says that the bond might even be introducing the darkness sickness, Penumbra, to everybody in Troika. I said what I said about that.

They get to an area, where Archer meets up with his new companion, a chihuahua named Beast, who says that Archer can call her “Bea”. This animal thing is seriously starting to grate on the nerves, but it is what it is.

Anyway, Biscuit says that this is where Killian is being held, but it’s going to take a lot of time and patience to get him out. Ten goes closer, and finds Killian watching her.

#everlife series #everlife #bookblr #readers of tumblr #book review #scifi #religious imagery #romance novels #dystopia #ya novels

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