#if you’re reading this: hi viking :D

[artists-ally]

I love your Harvey fics😍 and I have a this fluff thatmayleadto spice/smut scenario in which Harvey comes back home from home finding the reader reading a particularly spicy scene of a romance novel and in the beginning Harvey makes a little fun of her but then he sees the appeal and...you know😂

{That Kind of Love} Reader x Harvey Specter

Can I just say @kjbg-fantasymoon is so sweet??? Like ugh you are so nice ilysm. Told you I’d answer all your requests 😘😘 Anyway here is my two cents on the matter, enjoy!!! Title from this song (p.s. both books I mention in here, Flawless and Dirty Letters, are both real books and I high recommend both of them!)

Word Count: 1,481

Warnings: smut, minor d/s vibes, spanking

Summary: Harvey catches you reading a particular smutty scene from your current book.

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“Don’t you think it’s a bad idea?”

“Is what a bad idea?”

“You know,” I said, motioning between us. “This. Us, alone together? We can’t keep our hands off each other.”

Griffin laughed, grabbing me by my waist and pulling me tight against his chest. “It absolutely is an awful idea. But you look so fucking good in that skirt. I mean Jesus Luca, it barely covers your ass. And you know how much I hate it when anyone looks at anything that’s mine.”

I clenched my thighs together when he pushed the skirt up my ass, not being shy with the noise that burned my core. 

“Griffin,” I rested my forehead against his collar bone, gripping his shirt as he pushed my underwear down my thighs.

“Yes?”

“Please,” I begged. I needed to feel him. God, twelve years of sexual frustration was not helping me in any way. Every fantasy I had as a teenager was coming to life. 

“Is my girl needy?” I whined. “Aww, do you need me to take care of you? To force you on your hands and knees and fuck you like you’ve always wanted me to? How about I tie you up and make you cum on my fingers, then my mouth, then my co-”

“YN!” 

I flailed so hard the book clattered to the ground, and I could feel my pulse in my fingers. “Jesus fucking Christ Harvey don’t you know how to knock?”

“I did knock,” he countered, reaching down to pick up my forgotten story. “Twice. And I opened the door and called your name. And I’ve been standing in front of you for two minutes, watching you read. Watching you bite your lip in that way you only do when you’re completely lost. So, wanna tell me what you were reading?”

I blinked, mouth gaping open like a fish out of water. He turned the book over in his hand, reading the cover. Harvey raised an eyebrow at me and offered the book back. With a blush to my cheeks, I plucked it from his hand and folded it into my lap. 

“What’s the book about?” He asked again. 

“Nothing you’d like, Mr. Harvard,” I stuck out my tongue, placing the book on the table beside me before walking into the living room. “How was your day?”

“Nothing, huh?” Wow, Harvey could not take a hint. “Come on, just tell me. Was it about vikings? Pirates? Viking pirates? What about some small town romance, where the city girl moves back home and the farm boy reigns her back to her roots? Just like his pops did with his mamma?”

“Please, I am far above that cliche bullshit.” I am most certainly not above it. At all. “And why do you care?”

“Because, you were so entangled with it you didn’t even hear me come in. whatever is in that book, maybe I want to find out what it is so you’ll pay attention to me that intensely,” Harvey cornered me in the kitchen, caging me in against the counter after I got a glass of water. 

“I pay attention to you,” I argued, looking from his eyes to his lips when he licked him, very clearly looking at mine.

“Uh huh, sure you do. When it involves my wallet and my lips in between your legs,” Harvey teased, bringing me in against his chest. In an oddly similar way that the main character of my book did. “Just tell me, I’ll stop asking if you tell me.” “No you won’t.”

“No, I won’t,” Harvey smiled, and I rolled my eyes. “It can’t be that bad, Yn. I’ve caught you reading smut more than once, so what was it this time?”

“How do you know I read smut?” My eyes went wide, and my heart sped up a little in my chest. 

“I didn’t at first,” Harvey said. “But then I told Donna about one of the books you were reading, Flawless by Elsie Silver, and she told me how ‘spicy’ it was. And you are pretty bad at being subtle, my love. You don’t do a great job at hiding your emotions on your face.”

Welp. Fuck. 

My eyes narrowed at the New York lawyer and he just gave me a cheesy smile. “Fine, I’ll tell you. But you’re gonna have to read it. Because you’ll understand why when you do.”

As I walked back into the den, Harvey in tow, I plopped the book in his hand. Dirty Letters follows Luca and Griffin, childhood penpals turned strangers, through their reconnection. He’s keeping a huge secret and she’s a recovering victim of PTSD. 

“Well, with a title like that I expect it to be dirty,” Harvey rolled his eyes, reading the back of the cover. “Show me the good stuff.”

I flipped to the page I was reading, scanning to make sure I was in the right spot. I didn’t have to bookmark the page because someone decided to scare me half to death. He should know by now to just leave me alone when I’m reading. It’s not my fault that I get vaulted into another world when I do.

“Here, start there and let me know when you’re done.”

Was I entirely sure that leaving Harvey to his own devices with my book was a good idea? No I wasn’t. I knew he was going to make fun of me, but oh well. Everyone else in the world liked to watch porn, I just liked to read it. He didn’t have to understand it, but if it would get his ass off mine? I’ll take the embarrassment and get it over with. 

It wasn’t even ten minutes before he set the book down on the kitchen island, clearing his throat. I turned to face him and saw a slight tinge to his cheeks.

“Alright, let’s get it over with,” I prepared for the roasting. “Tell me how much of a nerd and how much of a loser I am for reading word porn.”

Harvey just shoved his hands in his pockets. He no longer had his tie, or his jacket for that matter. His hair was unusually messy and that blush. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen Harvey blush before. 

“Well,” Harvey started. “I can see the appeal.”

He can what? There was no possible way I heard him right. “Say that again?”

“I can see why you like to read. That author is really good at being… descriptive.”

I smirked, “So, you thought it was hot?”

“Amongst other things,” he bent at the waist, resting his elbows on the counter. “I get why you get lost in it, especially with something like that. Griffin is very charming, something we both have in common.”

“Oh please, you read some of the best smut an author can write at that’s what you take away from it?”

“Not at all, my love,” Harvey stepped closer. “I also learned that you have a thing for being called ‘my girl’. And I don’t blame you, you like it when I’m possessive. When I tell you that you belong to me.”

“This was not the reaction that I was expecting,” I eyed him. 

“Don’t worry, Yn. I promise I’ll make fun of you for it after I finish making you scream my name,” Harvey ducked his head down and wasted no time in showing his need. 

His tongue brushed over mine and he pulled me in tight against his body. Damn him and his unrivaled ability to turn me on. All it took was a few well placed kisses to my neck, to my ear to get me to our room and on the bed, hands not able to get enough of each other. 

If I knew Harvey would’ve had this type of reaction to reading smut, I should show him some real smut. That was nothing compared to some of the other stuff on my shelf. Maybe I could get him to do some of those things to me.

“Aww, is my girl already messy for me?” Harvey clicked his tongue, stripping the last of his clothes off. “Who knew you’d be so easy.”

“And who knew that you’d be so easy when it came to getting what I want by giving you a book.”

Harvey’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re gonna get what you want?” In a quick grab, I was on my stomach, ass up, and Harvey’s hand came down a lot harder than I was prepared for. “Wanna try that again, pretty girl?”

I gasped when the next one came, and the next. “N-No.”

“Okay then,” Harvey let out a dark laugh, fisting his hand in my hair and pulling me up. “You gonna stop being a brat and let me do my job?”

I nodded, eyes falling shut when he pinched my nipple between his fingers. 

“Good girl.”

[jobean12-blog]

Fallen

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader (Werewolf AU)

Word Count: 689

Summary: Nothing will keep you from the love of your life, not your father's blade and certaintly not a seemingly irreversible curse.

Author's Note: This is my first time writing this AU and although it's short I really enjoyed it and hope to revisit! This is for @pupandkisasaesthetics aesthetic challenge! Thank you bunches to @sgt-seabass and @rookthorne for hosting such a cool challange! 💕💕The prompt I was given is shown below. I know it gives a Viking vibe but I figured it would work as them hunting the werewolf- that's where my brain went! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always❤️❤️❤️Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics thank you Daisy🥰 I made a moodboard but it STINKS bc I just can't do it, I'm no good at it, but I included it at the bottom just because I wanted you to see some stuff I had in mind LOL 😆

Warnings: some angst during a chase, small mention of i-n-ju-r-y and b-lo-o-d, softness too!

Your fingers dig deep into thick fur as the powerful muscles beneath propel you forward at a pace that has the wind whipping around you and chilling you to the bone.

The forest is dark except for the ethereal glow of the moon as you race through the shadows, clinging to him and silently urging him on through every labored breath.

The flight is born out of necessity, the distant sound of clashing weapons and battle cries echoing through the trees, a constant reminder that danger is still close.

As the terrain changes and becomes more uneven you tighten your grip but your fingers slip through fur matted with blood. Darkness closes in around you, the trees growing denser and forming an almost protective barrier as you weave about the trunks.

You can feel his heart pound in rhythm with yours, his muscles strained and taut with tension. You whisper to him, a soft murmur against the backdrop of the night and with renewed strength he surges forward, carrying you closer to safety.

Just when it seems he can go no further, a clearing emerges ahead, your sanctuary. He surges forward with one last determined stride and collapses on the stone pathway.

The small cottage seems to have sprung from the very fabric of the woods, the weathered stones surrounded by overgrown moss and vegetation, blending in seamlessly within the trees.

You slide from his body, hot tears streaming down your face as you run your hands over his large body. The wound on his hind leg is deep, the dark red blood still seeping out.

“James,” you cry. “Please.”

Bright blue eyes meet yours and he whimpers before nuzzling his nose under your hand.

“Please,” you beg.

He heaves himself from the ground and limps toward the doorway. You rush forward and open it, helping him inside before he collapses again, unmoving other than the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

It’s late into the night when you finally get the bleeding to stop, his wound cleaned and covered. Your hands are stained red but your tears have dried as exhaustion takes over and you lay your head against his fur.

Sleep comes quickly but it’s fitful, plagued by the nightmares of what’s hunting you. When you awake you’re curled up between four legs, your body cocooned and warm in his soft fur.

You stretch your aching muscles and sit up to check on his leg.

“You haven’t changed back,” you say quietly.

“You were shivering in the night,” he answers as his tail settles on your lap, keeping you warm still.

You burrow closer to him and scratch behind his ears.

“Thank you.”

It’s just a whisper, barely audible to human ears.

His body starts to shift, the long back fur receding and bones realigning. Muscles ripple under skin, adjusting to their new form and sharp claws retract, leaving behind long human fingers.

With a trembling hand James reaches out, his blue eyes still holding something wild and feral, but when his skin brushes yours, tender and vulnerable, you fall into his embrace and feel him sag under your acceptance.

“We cannot stay here,” he murmurs. “Your father will never stop hunting me.”

You lift your hand, cradling his cheek, the skin underneath still lined with a shadow of hair, and brush your finger over his lips.

“Then I will never stop running,” you tell him as you lean closer.

His dark hair falls in front of his face and your fingers trace his jaw before you tuck it back behind his ear. He runs his nose along your skin with a deep inhale, down your throat and back up again until he finds your lips, a satisfied growl rumbling through his chest.

“You would leave it all behind?”

His question is gentle, a gasp against your lips as he wraps his large hand around your waist and pulls you closer.

“There is nothing for me there…not without you.”

Your name falls from his parted lips, leaving nothing but the breath between you and when his lips press to yours he consumes you, body and soul.

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[viking-raider]

SALT IN OUR WOUNDS - CHAPTER VI

Summary-> Gus gets help finding his men.

Pairing-> Gus March-Phillipps/Reader

Word Count-> 4.2k

Chapters-> I II III IV V

Warnings-> PG-13: WWII!AU, Language, Deception, References to WWII, Fluff, Use of the word Nazi, Angst

Inspiration-> The one and only Chaos Major, Gus March-Phillipps.

Author’s Note-> This is a work of Fiction, pulled from my imagination.

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“So, what mission is it that you’re interested in?” Mael asked Gus as the two men sat together in the living room.

“I’m not quite sure what it’s called.” Gus replied, leaning over the maps Mael had laid out on the table in front of them. “I know it was near here; Sainte-Honorine-des-Pertes.” He said, tapping Normandy’s bold name, the future site of Omaha Beach and D-Day.

“Hmm.” The elder Major hummed, squinting at the name. “I don’t recall any mention of activity there on the radio.” He said, shaking his head as he tried to recall the last several broadcasts he’d listened to. “I don’t have any markers on it either, beyond occupation. But, there might be something in the papers.” He looked about his recliner, grumbling under his breath. “In that roll-top desk over there,” Mael flapped his hand towards it. “I have several stacks of newspapers, bring them over and we can look through them.”

Nodding, Gus stood and opened the desk, finding an armload of newspapers, neatly folded, as well as several other maps. He bundled up the papers and brought them over to his and Mael’s table, carefully laying them out. The old man split the stack in half, sliding half over to Gus and keeping half to himself, before plucking one out and unfolding it. Taking his example, Gus took one out and started to skim through the stiff pages, finding several pencil notations in Mael’s hand on the margins.

“You’ve been quite diligent about keeping up with the War’s workings.” He commented, pausing to read through a small story, British Thrust in Desert, says Berlin, announced the headline, speaking of the Battle of Gazala.

“Have to keep my wits sharp somehow!” Mael laughed back, slapping his newspaper down and picking up another. “Not like I can go out there and fight these damned Nazis myself. Might as well keep track of the boys that are. Why’s this so important to you?” He asked, looking at Gus over the rim of his glasses.

“I have friends in this war,” Gus answered, his brow creasing for a moment, before fixing Mael with a cheeky grin. “Fighting these same damned Nazis. They were supposed to be fighting them by the coast. I’d like to know what happened.”

“And what happened to you?”

“I was a naughty boy.” Gus chuckled, setting his paper aside for another. “I was shot and lost my way from my men.”

Mael studied Gus long and hard. His gut; the one that had once carried him safely through the trenches of Germany in the Great War, tingled. He knew the friends Gus was looking for and the men he’d been separated from were one and the same. What he wasn’t sure of, was just how dangerous Gus was. He seemed easy natured enough, and his dislike of Nazis seemed quite clear by how he’d protected you. So, he likely wasn’t one himself or working for them, but then again, Mael wasn’t sure of anything. He’d been deceived before.

“Well, let’s see if we can find some clues about them.” Mael said, turning his eyes back to his task.

“I’m all for the help, old boy.” Gus grinned, patting him on the shoulder.

You watched Gus and your father pour over the newspapers, while you prepped the modest piece of meat you intended for a pot roast dinner. You found their mutual endeavor in finding Gus’s men sweet. Gus stimulating your father’s need and love for everything about the on-going war, for anything military. While Gus got the help he needed. But you couldn’t help the dull ping in the pit of your stomach, knowing that once Gus found what he needed and was strong enough again, he’d leave and you would likely never see him again.

It’s for the best. You thought, casting your eyes back to your own task. It would never work out anyway. You sighed, side eyeing him.

Gus felt your glances, but he kept his eyes on the newspaper in his hand, his knee slowly bouncing as he skimmed articles. He was discouraged a little more by each line that didn’t hint to any whereabouts of his men or their possible mission. He wasn't completely surprised. It wasn’t publicly sanctioned by the powers to be at the War Office. Gus had been privately asked to bring his men in on the mission, with the express warning that if they were caught, they’d be sent to prison by their own people or would become a prisoner of war by the Nazis, and it was the latter Gus feared his men had ended up as.

“Do we need refills here?” You asked, coming over with the coffee pot.

“Uh, yes, please.” Gus answered, looking up at you.

“Not just now, Peanut.” Your father answered, standing stiffly from his seat. “The last cup raced through me faster than a shot through no-man’s-land.” He commented with a chuckle, excusing himself upstairs to the restroom.

“How’s the search going?” You asked, filling Gus’s cup and glancing over the maps and newspapers. “Any luck?”

Gus let out a heavy sigh. “So far--no.” He pressed his lips together and raked a hand through his mess of curls.

“I’m sorry.” You frowned, setting the coffee pot down and resting a hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure you’ll find something about them.” You tried to assure him, squeezing his shoulder. “I have faith.”

“Means a lot to me.” He cooed at you, giving you a gentle smile.

Giving him a sweet wink, you took up the coffee pot and headed back to the kitchen. “I have to pop out for a bit. Mrs. DuBois came down with pneumonia and I told Remi I’d go take her groceries, and spend a little time with her.”

“That’s kind of you.” Gus replied, squinting at the imperfect black newsprint.

“Yeah, her husband passed away just before the war, so it’s just her; since they never had kids.” You explained, bustling around. “The community helps take care of her.”

Gus looked over at you, a soft look on his tired face. He could see why you and your family had moved to Saint-Thurney. The little village seemed so tight-knit and willing to help their neighbors through the good times and the bad, along with everything in-between. It was evident that they had welcomed you, Edmund and Mael with open arms and hearts, despite being from across the pond. They had even taken him in, without too many questions to his sudden appearance in their sleepy village.

Your kindness was such an embodiment to Saint-Thurney’s soul, and it made his heart swell. Even after the tragedies and hardships in your life, your mother cheating and running out, Mael’s PTSD, your sister-in-law’s coldness and the War’s ugly mark on the world. You were still a kind and vibrant woman, who would go out of your way to help others, even to the danger of your person. An ordinary person would have developed at least one sharp edge of resentment, or to just be defensive against the world; much like Willa, Gus suspected.

But your edges were still soft and around. In all the right places, to the pleasure of Gus’s eye.

All the more reason to find Lassen and the boys, before the Nazis discover my true purpose here. I’ll be damned if I’ll let those filthy bastards put another mark on that beautiful skin. He thought, his blue eyes shifting from your back to your arm, his stomach hardening at the bruised fingerprints there. Would like to give that bastard a real taste of my mind.

“Papa, I’ll be back by the time the roast is done, so there’s no need to fuss over it.” You informed your father as he returned downstairs. “I’m going to go visit Mrs. DuBois.”

“All right, my love.” He nodded, pausing to kiss your cheek. “You mind those filthy Nazis on your way, and give Esmeralda my good wishes on her health.”

“I will.” You smiled, kissing his cheek back. “You boys behave yourselves, I put on a fresh pot of coffee, in case you want more, while I’m gone.” You told them, slipping on your coat.

“So attentive.” Gus complimented with a smile.

You gave him a silly expression, before heading out the door.

“You have an amazing daughter.” He praised Mael as he sat back down with him.

“That I do.” Mael agreed, nodding his head as he balanced his glasses on the bridge of his nose. “It’s beyond me how Edmund and I managed to raise such a lovely young lady. But I am glad of it.” He commented, sifting through his stack of remaining papers.

The two fell into a reasonably comfortable silence, sipping their coffees and skimming articles, the crackle of the glowing logs in the room’s wood stove filling the silence periodically. Their bubble was infiltrated by Edmund letting himself into the cottage, knocking his sandy boots against the door jam, before stepping further into the dwelling.

“What are the two of you doing?” He asked, stopping before Gus and his father’s table.

“I’m looking for information on some friends of mine.” Gus answered, neatly folding the paper in his hands, just as Mael had it, and adding it to the pile of read papers. “Your father here has kindly allowed me to read through all the newspapers he has on the war and look at his maps, so I might try and find them.”

“Your friends?” Edmund echoed Gus’s words, his eyes narrowing at the other man.

“Yes.” Gus nodded, his expression not cracking.

“Where’s my sister?”

“She went to go visit Mrs. DuBois, she’s taken ill.” Mael answered, looking at his son over the rim of his glasses. “Do you need something, Edmund?” He inquired, cocking a brow at his offspring.

“No, I just came over to check on everyone.” Edmund replied, plucking up a newspaper from a pile. “And to see what she was cooking for dinner.” He added, unfolding it and looking over the fuzzy print, unable to quite read them without his own glasses.

“Pot roast.” Gus said, looking up at him, but his brow pinched. “Might I see that?” He asked, holding his hand out.

Edmund shrugged, nodding and handing the paper over. Gus pushed the mountain of newspapers in front of him away and spread the paper out onto the table, leaning over it. The bold headlining print of an article, half stained by a ring of coffee, had caught his attention. Nazi outpost in France sabotaged, twelve German soldiers killed and one suspected saboteur killed as well.

A chill rushed down Gus’s spine, he sat back in his seat, a shaky sigh leaving his lips.

“Did you find your friends?” Mael asked, giving Gus a concerned expression.

“Yes.” He huffed, nodding his head and scrubbing his hands over the rough fabric of his pants.

“Are they all right?” Edmund asked, cocking his head in an attempt to read the article.

Mael took up the paper. “Says here, that one of them was killed during an attempt to sabotage a Nazi outpost; along with twelve Germans.” He leveled his eyes at Gus. “I’m sorry, Gus.”

“Thanks.” Gus rasped, before standing and excusing himself, stepping outside to the back garden for a moment.

A thick lump of relief flooded him as the cool, salty air enveloped him, pressing his hands to his face as the weight of worry if Lassen and his men had made it to safety lifted off his shoulders. It seemed they only thought Gus was dead, under understandable conditions. Now, he had to figure out a way to communicate with them, without bringing any more suspicion down on your family and the village.

“You all right?” Edmund asked, appearing in the doorway of the garden.

“I’m fine.” Gus replied, dropping his hands. “Just feeling grateful that they’re all alive.”

“So, what’s your next move?”

“I have to find a way to contact them.” He replied, casting his eyes to the sky. “They think I’m dead. Which may or may not work in my favor.” He said, squinting at the passing clouds.

“How are you going to find them? It’s been two weeks since my sister found you on the beach, plus whatever time it took you to wash up.” Edmund pointed out to him, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his trousers.

Gus nodded, scratching his chin. “I’d gamble that it was a good three hours or so. Hypothermia would have killed me in six or seven.” He sighed, figuring the math in his head, surprised by how he’d managed to survive the freezing water and injury before you found him, like an angel from Heaven. “There could be two plans taken, if Lassen had the final word. They boarded the Maid of Honor, our fishing trawler, to return to either our rendezvous point in Getxo, Spain or they sailed across the Channel, back to London.” He laid out the possible paths in front of him. “Either option, they’ve long arrived at. So, I need a message of some sort to contact both posts, informing them of my survival, location and situation.”

“I might have a way to help you with that.” Edmund replied, chewing on his bottom lip and looking down at the tips of his scuffed work boots.

“Oh,” Gus hummed, cocking a sideways glance at him. “How so?”

“We’re going to need my sister.” He said, looking up at him, an impish look in his eyes.

“We’re doing what now?” You croaked at the two men standing in the middle of your bedroom.

“You and Gus are going to go plan your wedding.” Edmund repeated for the third time.

Your jaw worked as you looked between Gus and your brother. “Have the two of you nipped some of Papa’s whiskey?” You asked, brow creasing deeply. “You,” You pointed an accusing finger at Edmund. “don’t even like him.” You said, moving your finger towards Gus, whose eyes hadn’t left your face since coming into the room. “And that whole bit about being engaged was a lie, so they wouldn’t put another hole into you.”

“I don’t not like him--now.” Your brother stammered, gulping thickly and shifting uneasily. “Besides,” He said, clearing his throat. “This is still an act, so Gus can get a letter to Pastor Zane, who will get it to the right people. Gus’s people.”

“Gus’s people.” You echoed, slowly nodding your head, feeling the pieces fall into place.

You understood what was happening now. Gus was going to compose a letter to inform the right people of where he was, likely asking them to find a way to extract him from Saint-Thurney and back to wherever he was meant to be. He had kept a level gaze on your face, gauging your expression and body language for reactions to this developing news, and despite your best attempts, it felt like a tank had run you down.

“Do you know where your letter needs to be sent?” You inquired, not quite meeting Gus’s blue stare.

“Yes.” He answered softly. “I’ve written two letters. One is to be sent to London and the other to Getxo; places my men are to use as rendezvous points. I’m unsure, obviously, given the heated scramble back to the boat and my not making it back with them, which route they decided to take for safety sake.”

“Safer and faster to cover your bases.” You nodded, agreeing with the tactic.

“Pastor Zane will take the letters from Gus at your meeting with him, under the guise of wishing to discuss marrying.” Edmund explained to you. “We figured this would be the easiest and least suspicious option. Once Pastor Zane has the letters, he’ll pass them along to our contacts, chaining them out of the village and across to England and Spain. When we get a response, Pastor Zane will get in touch with us through another safe means and we can go from there, based on whatever the answer to your letters are.”

“Perfect.” Gus nodded, licking his lips. “I just hope your contacts can be trusted.”

Edmund looked both annoyed and hurt at Gus’s words. Your brother hadn’t been allowed to join the military, due to the deterioration of his eyesight. But in compensation, he’d started a spy and smuggling ring in the modest village of Saint-Thurney. Many, if not all, of the community loathed the Nazis and their allies, especially since they occupied your peaceful village, throwing it even more off sync in the War. So, members of Saint-Thurney band together to thwart them at every possible turn, with Edmund at the top of the spy ring.

“Okay, when are we going?” You asked, always willing to help thwart a Nazi or two, despite the throbbing pain wrapping around your heart.

“Tomorrow morning. I already contacted Pastor Zane about it, an hour ago.”

“Oh, how polite of you to schedule our potential marriage so quickly.” You quipped at the two of them.

“I just couldn’t wait any longer.” Gus teased back, blue eyes sparking and the corners of his lips curling up, impishly.

You felt your cheeks heat and butterflies swarm your stomach at his words. “Well,” You took a deep breath, trying to settle your nerves. “He’s going to need church clothes.” You said, motioning a hand over Gus’s attire.

In the two weeks Gus had resided with you, he had worn the clothing Edmund had provided him when he first awoke, and a couple articles since. But he would need something much more presentable, if he was going to see Pastor Zane with you in the morning. It would look strange, and disrespectful, to see the Pastor in just a pair of worn, black slacks and a simple and a short sleeve, dark-blue, four-button ringer t-shirt.

“Right.” Edmund nodded, pressing his lips together.

“We’re going shopping, Gus.” You grinned at him.

Edmund rested his hand on Gus’s shoulder. “God be with you.” He chuckled, shaking his head and excusing himself from the room.

“When?” Gus asked, after the door shut.

“Now.” You replied, turning to pluck up your cardigan. “We don’t have much time, since you need to see Pastor Zane in the morning.” You explained, pulling it on and moving towards the door.

“A family of action.” Gus chuckled, following after you.

“Papa, Gus and I-”

“Yes, Ed told me.” Your father nodded, his ear to the radio.

You paused at the bottom of the stairs, blinking over at your father, then cast your eyes to your brother, who stood at the counter, pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee. “Told him?” You repeated, cocking a brow in surprise.

Edmund finished fixing his coffee and moved over to you. “The man already thinks you’re engaged, it’s the easiest line to keep him thinking.” He told you, in a low voice. “It also keeps the fucking Nazis from doing anything to him, should they come back trying to ask questions. All he knows is that Gus is your discharged, betrothed.”

“It is the best for him.��� Gus agreed, not wishing to put the Senior Major into any sort of danger on his account. “Keep the gritter details between us.”

“True.” You nodded, a lump of anxiety in your throat. “Well, we’ll be back, Papa!”

“You best not get married without me!” Mael yelled after you.

You laughed, biting your lip. “Of course not, Papa. I wouldn’t dream of marrying without you there to walk me down the aisle.” You assured him, hurrying over to press a sweet kiss to his cheek. “It would put a damper on the day.”

Getting out the door, You and Gus made your way to the town center, passing Remi’s shop and rounding a corner, only to promptly run right into a Nazi patrolman.

“Scheisse.” He barked, attempting to shove the larger Gus away from him, his hand pressing on his wound in the process. “Watch yourself!” He hissed, crudely.

Gus grunted deep in his throat, the corner of his eye twitched with pain, but he straightened his shoulders, regarding the Nazi with pure distaste. “Apologies.” He replied, his voice tight as he glanced sideways, assuring himself that you were unbothered.

“Business?” The officer barked, looking at you both.

“What-” Gus started, but you cut him off.

“We’re going to the shops.” You answered, voice strained, but neutral, before intertwining your arm around Gus’s and coaxing him out of the German’s way, not wishing for any more interaction or agitation between them. “We hope you have a great day.” You told him, forcing a kind smile as he went by, eying Gus as he went.

“Please, don’t anger them, Gus.” You said, once he was gone. “You’re here, while you have to be. But we live here, under them.”

“He was the one being rude.” Gus replied, resting a hand against his wound. “But, I’m sorry.” He said, lightly touching your arm.

You offered him a soft smile, before motioning to a clothing shop up ahead. “We can get you something suitable from there.”

“All right.” He nodded, but his attention was elsewhere, his blue eyes were cast across the street and beyond, where a small barracks and tall watchtower, with a red, white and black flag flew high on top, was situated into a hill, populated by German jeeps, a couple trucks and a few Germans themselves loitering about. “Is that where the village’s occupiers stay?” He asked, with a jerk of his brow.

You glanced in its direction for a fleeting moment. “Yes.” You replied, stopping outside the clothing shop and looking him over. “I honestly can’t wait to see you in a suit.” You admitted, a bright smile pulling across your lips and meeting your eyes with a spark of impishness.

Gus chuckled and lowered his head a tad. “You should see me in uniform.” He winked, teasingly, before opening the door for you.

“Tisk tisk.” You chuckled, then ducked inside. “Good morning!” You chimed to the owner behind the counter of the shop.

“Good morning, mademoiselle.” The tailor replied, bowing his head politely to you, then regarded Gus. “And you, monsieur.”

“Morning.” Gus greeted him, politely. “I need a suit by tomorrow morning, to meet with your village Pastor.” He began to explain to the tailor. “So, I may have a chance to marry this lovely lady.” He said, raising his eyebrows at you, amused to see you try and hide your shyness as you browsed the selection of suit jackets.

“That is short notice.” The tailor said, frowning over the counter at Gus.

“I know of its inconvenience.” He replied, nodding, sympathizing as he rested his hands on the counter between them. “You see, I simply can not wait to have this lovely jewel as my wife, any longer. I have waited so many years already. Not to mention, the worries I put her through, while I was away fighting the Nazis and becoming seriously injured.” He leaned over the counter slightly, as if to confess something to him and not allow you to hear it. “If it wasn’t for thoughts of her, I would have died in a fox-hole in Dunkirk, and again, when I came home with my injury.” He lightly touched his side. “She nursed me back to the living.”

“Would you wish to wait any longer to marry such a woman?” Gus asked him, with such genuine sincerity.

Both the tailor and you were stunned at Gus’s words, they were so compelling and seemed to ring with such truthfulness. Well, in part they were true, you had saved Gus’s life. The tailor cast his eyes over to you, he must've read the emotions in your face, seen the surprise of Gus’s words and interpreted them.

“Let’s see what we can do, oui?” He said, moving from behind the counter. “Let’s start with the pants! My dear father always said, ‘if a man does not have a good pair of pants to go through life! Then he will always look like an ass!’, and I agree with him!”

Gus laughed, grinning. “A wise man.”

The two of them spent the next several minutes discussing pants, before Gus decided on a pair of blue, wool trousers. When the tailor stepped away for a moment, Gus turned towards where you were sitting with a cup of tea the tailor had kindly made you.

“What do you think?” He asked, motioning to the pants.

“You look good in blue.” You replied around the rim of your cup.

“Thank you.” He smiled, smoothing a hand over his thigh. “It feels nice to wear high quality wool again, after a military issue.” He chuckled, rubbing it between his thumb and index finger

“Even for an officer?” You asked, cocking your head at him.

“It’s by far better than the quality of the non-commissioned men, but not as good as this.” He explained,  looking in a full length mirror, his eye catching a jacket in the reflection. “I must get myself that jacket.” He hummed to himself, as the tailor returned, holding up a crisp, white and button down shirt with a smile.

[one-idea]

I have the headcanon that Ace loves the ocean and water and just all of that.

Saying this, I think it leads to some great fic ideas.

- Maybe there was a river in the forest that was free of dangerous animals and he went swimming in it. Maybe once Sabo came along the two of them would swim together, and when Luffy came along he would try his best to join in. Maybe once Sabo died the river fell to the same fate as the treehouse, a place too painful to return to.

- Ace is a devil fruit user, and obviously this means he cannot swim. I think that once this realization set in there would be a lot of panic since he just lost basically a big part of his life. I think this could lead to some really good angst and (forgive me if I’m wrong I have not read Ace’s novel) especially since he is alone with a stranger on some random island.

- I know it’s canon that he’s jumped into the water after Luffy, but I also think that with this headcanon he would do that unprompted. “Omg it’s hot out I’m gonna go swim” “ACE YOU CANT SWIM STOP” “oh no!”

- This bit is a little more self indulgent but I think it would have been really cool and impactful if Ace had a Viking funeral.

Anyways, sorry if there are any spelling mistakes or if I got too rambly :D

This bursts but is also so comical.

Ace probably did grow up loving to swim. Him and Sabo having a secret swimming hole is very cute.

(I’ve never been clear. Devil fruit users can’t swim in salt water or all water. Because I just watched Chopper swim around in a swimming pool no problem, so my assumption is that fresh water is alright but salt water will kill them)

With that understanding in mind if the swimming hole was fresh water Luffy could have joined them.

Sabo and Ace got used to having to pull Luffy out of the Sea or Estuaries (where salt and fresh water mix) they both became excellent swimmers. You have to be when you’re constantly doing water rescues for you little brother.

On Sixis Ace probably tried to swim his way out at least once and almost drowned for his efforts (this was before he ate the fruit)

Afterwards he did have to mourn not being able to swim. It was a big part of him. And now who’s going to save Luffy? (Yes his little brother is on a different island but it’s always been his and Sabo’s job, and when Sabo died it fell to him. Taking care of Luffy is so engrained that it’s one of his first concerns)

He likes Deuce but the raft makes him a little nervous because while his new powers are going to power it and get them off this island (theoretically) if the raft brakes he’s relying completely on Deuce to get them both to shore. That’s a lot of trust to put in someone you just meet. Especially for Ace. It’s a big moment in their relationship for him (Deuce does not know this) because if the raft breaks Deuce would struggle to get himself back to shore, let alone Ace (the currents are awful) but he’s promised to do it and Ace believes him.

Once they get off the island Deuce gets put in Ace duty. Ace has always been an amazing swimmer and he often forgets he can’t swim anymore.

It’s a running joke in the Spades that Deuce doesn’t wear a shirt because he has to jump after their captain so often.

Deuce originally got pretty upset with Ace “are you trying to die?” Like he can understand forgetting the first few times but come on! But slowly Ace opens up and tells him about his little brother and their childhood and how much Ace loved swimming. Suddenly Deuce doesn’t mind fetching his captain as much. And if he check each island they visit for a fresh water swimming hole that’s his business.

This continues on the Moby Dick. Ace will jump in after other Devil fruit user and get scolded “Ace you’ve had your fruit of over a year! How do you keep ‘forgetting?’”

Ace: “it’s a force of habit”

This is how people (Thatch, Marco, and the over commanders) find out about Luffy.

When Ace runs into Luffy in Alabasta it’s force of habit to jump in after his kid brother. The crew would be more exasperated if Luffy and Chopper didn’t jump after each other as well. Their devil fruit users often forget that the sea wants them dead.

The idea of a Viking funeral is sick. But I don’t think he’d get on just because it’s the Red Hair Pirates who bury them and they don’t know Ace that well. Deuce probably does a symbolic one when he visits the grave.

[ronearoundblindly]

♟ and Jake Jensen (shocking I knoe)

Arts and Crafts

No warnings. Pure fluff. WC ~700

Record-setting torrential downpours for days. It feels like it’s been raining for weeks, months even. You are starting to hate what used to be one of your favorite things.

You can’t nap anymore. You’ve run out of books to read (and listen to). You are trapped inside and ready to start pulling your hair out for the fun of it.

Although a gamer and techie who regularly sits in a dark room staring at a computer for twelve-hour stretches, Jake is also going stir-crazy and loudly announced that he was “fucking done” this morning before disappearing into his office.

You give up staring out the window by 9 AM, knocking on his open door in time with the scratching sound of the 3-D printer.

“Whatcha doing?” you ask in that cute way he likes.

Jake spins in the chair, a huge smile on his face, the kind that lifts his glasses with his cheeks.

“Nothing,” he lies, a mischievous glint flickering over the lenses.

You know better. “You’re bored, Jensen, and up to something.”

Your boyfriend opens his arms as you saunter over and perch in his lap, eyeing his screen over his shoulder. His feet shuffle to turn you both around.

“Is that some sort of longboat?” you guess. “Like the Vikings? Trying to get in touch with your roots, huh, Mister Frosted Tips?”

Jake chuckles while you play with his hair a bit, then he snuggles you closer.

“Actually,” he pushes at the bridge piece over his nose, “that is a Maori waka. Similar, but they made war canoes…and technically the Vikings had longships.”

You hum.

“Dork.”

Jake snorts and sags in the chair, resting his forehead on your shoulder. You simply card your fingers through his short hair some more.

“So why are you building yourself an ultra-tiny canoe?”

“Just an idea,” he mumbles, “and I think I’ve just had another.”

He starts clicking through schematics and typing a new search. After landing on his intended target, he wiggles you—nicely—off of him to load more material into the printer.

Bouncing with new-found purpose, Jake grabbing string and a drill bit has you a smidge worried.

“Hey, pretty lady, you wanna play in the mud?”

Why you two even bothered to put on raincoats, you’ll never know.

Less than ten minutes into your epic boat race on the raging creek in the backyard, you’re both soaked through and still beaming. The strings make sure you don’t lose your vessels either down the current or to the now invisible bottom.

You keep trying to clothesline Jake while your noticeably faster vessel tugs you past him. He’s hurtled over you a couple of times, hoping for best two-out-of-three or first to ten.

“Face it, Jensen! I am owning your W.A.S.P.y ass with a flightless bird.”

Although enjoying your delighted smugness, he takes a short break to shake droplets off of his eyewear. “Oh yeah,” he practically wheezes, “you’re not competitive at all.”

You stick your tongue out as you pass back to the starting point at the edge of the property.

He jogs, following. “Ready to eat your words?” Jake lines up the boat in the water, his longer arm placing him right by your ear. “It’s go time.”

You release your grip and start running, screaming behind you. “I’m sorry. Did you want a pushover?”

“Absolutely—duck—“ he vaults over you just as your knees hit the squishy silt shore “—not.”

It’s a good show, but he gloats when finally his longship overtakes your waka, dancing in victory and shouting into the traitorous weather. Once he reels in the little boat on its line, Jake plops down in the mud, huffing beneath his dripping hood.

He watches you carefully retrieve the christened ‘Kiwi’ and join him in the rain.

He elbows your side. “Thanks for letting me win one.”

“I can only whoop your Anglo-Saxon ass so much, babe.”

“Love you, too,” Jake squeaks, gently tackling you to rub his goatee on your cheek. Once you stop squirming, he pulls back to wiggle his eyebrows over foggy, wet glasses. “You wanna print a tanker and try to sink it with Roman candles?”

Rain becomes one of your favorite things again.

from this game of "Comfort My Characters"

Thank you for asking!

Skipping the taglist because this is two in one day and hopefully one each day until I'm done, so yeah, just check back for comfort fics!

[Main Masterlist; Light Masterlist; Ko-Fi]

[flowerboy302]

A/N-Actual name

Y/N-The “Main character”

D/N-Dragons name

D/T-Dragons type

S/T-Skintone

This is a Snotlout x Male!reader

______________________________________

Chapter 1:Two new dragon riders

Y/N pov

It was a normal morning, but is that anything aside from my mornings. But today is what wasn’t normal, because I was becoming a dragon rider. I spring up from my bed, my (Insert color) locks bouncing, I never have time to do them, I’m not like most girls when it comes to stuff like that, all I wanted to do was ride a dragon into the sun rise. I think biting my lips as I hurry out of bed and throw on some clothes, my (Insert color) orbs locking with the outfit of my dreams, as I throw it on and put my hair in a messy bun and walk outside of my small hut, being greeted by the flirtatious Snotlout Jorgensen, flexing his muscles. “So you’re the newest dragon rider huh? Well good thing a lady like you had such a strong Viking to help her.” He says smiling at me as I scoff.

“I don’t need a male to help me, I’m probably a natural born dragon rider.” I say with an impressive smirk, knowing I got his attention on me for the rest of time.

“Well then miss Viking, if you will follow me we have one more person to get.” He says keeping a confident mind, but I read him as a book.

———————————————————————

A/N POV

I was rudely awakened by Gothi, like most mornings she’d hit me upside the head with her staff. I love the women like a mother but still, that love can only go so far. I blink a bit to adjust my eyes, seeing she already had an outfit for me, I was becoming a dragon rider so I guess fashion was important. I put it on and am quickly met by Shortlout, I mean Snotlout Jorgensen, and some girl I’ve only seen around when I had time to explore Berk, a rare thing. “Well,as a soon to be dragon rider you should atleast give me a proper greeting.” Snotlout says before being waked on the head by Gothi. “Ow, ow, ok. Let’s just go already.” He said walking out, with me and the girl following. The whole way to find whatever dragon was the right fit was annoying, Snotlout kept trying to impress the girl, Y/n was her name I think? And she was going on about “I don’t need a man I’m already stronger than” or some annoying thing like that.

[swanimagines]

FANDOMS

I’m that weirdo who’s willing to write for fandoms no one else writes for so don’t judge me. :D I like to challenge myself, so if I like the movie/tv show/game, I'll often write for it! Even if it's a "weird" fandom.

READ MY RULES BEFORE REQUESTING!

The list for my fave characters to write for is below the fandom list in case you're interested!

(My random and unpopular fandoms are below the main list to make this easier to read)

I WRITE FOR ALL CHARACTERS UNLESS I STATE OTHERWISE IN THIS LIST

FANDOMS I WILL WRITE FOR:

MOVIES

10 Things I Hate About You

(James Cameron's) Avatar franchise

Batman: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Disney & Pixar movies (animated + live action)

Full list here!

Edward Scissorhands

Enola Holmes

Hunger Games

Jumanji (1995, 2017 and 2019)

Little Women (2019)

Lord of the Rings + The Hobbit

Marvel

Spider-Men (Maguire, Garfield, Holland)

MCU (up to No Way Home)

Venom (1 and 2)

X-Men (2000-2006 + 2011-2019)

Deadpool 1 + 2

Fantastic Four (2005-2007)

Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

Pirates of the Caribbean (2003-2017)

Shazam!

Sky High

Star Wars

The Skywalker Saga

Rogue One

Solo

Star Wars: Jedi (video game series)

The Chronicles of Narnia

The Maze Runner

Titanic

TV SERIES

Bones

Chicago Med

DC Titans

Gotham

Free Rein

H2O: Just Add Water + Mako Mermaids

His Dark Materials

Julie and the Phantoms

Lucifer

Once Upon A Time

Peaky Blinders

Shadow and Bone/Grishaverse as a whole

Stranger Things

Teen Wolf

The 100

The Queen’s Gambit

The Sandman (Netflix)

The Umbrella Academy

The Witcher

Wednesday

Xena: Warrior Princess

VIDEO GAMES

Assassin’s Creed (up to Syndicate)

Baldur's Gate 3

Detroit: Become Human

Dragon Age games

Ghost of Tsushima

God of War & Ragnarok (2018 & 2022)

Horizon Zero Dawn + Forbidden West

Kingdom Hearts games

Marvel’s Spider-Man + Miles Morales

Red Dead Redemption 2

Sly Cooper

Star Wars: Jedi (video game series)

Tomb Raider (the new trilogy)

Uncharted up to Lost Legacy

Watch Dogs/Watch Dogs 2/Bloodline

RANDOM

Freddy Carter’s characters, at the moment these:

Kaz Brekker

Pin Hawthorne

Jason Ripper

Tom (15 Days)

I also write for Ellis through research (from 2018 horror movie The Convent)

Gideon Fletcher

David Friedkin

(Also likely Ray when Recursive Dreams comes out)

SUBLIST: NICHE MOVIE FANDOMS

(These are all very small and random fandoms so that's why I separated them from the main list)

AND CLARIFICATION, YOU CAN REQUEST SOMETHING FOR ANY OF THESE!!

MOVIES

Aquamarine

Catwoman

Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (2005)

Ella Enchanted

Flicka

Garfield movies

Grinch Who Stole Christmas (2000)

Home Alone 1 & 2

Love and Monsters

Moulin Rouge

Notting Hill

Peter Pan (2003)

Red Eye

Rise of the Guardians

Stardust

The Dark is Rising

The Martian

Warm Bodies

—

This list is growing all the time!

And if you didn’t find the fandom you’re looking for here, please go ahead and ask me if I write for it!! Below I’ve listed some fandoms I’m not writing for (and I'm not willing to write for in the future) but if your fandom isn’t there either, you can ask if I write for it :) DO NOT REQUEST A PIECE FOR AN UNLISTED FANDOM BEFORE YOU’RE SURE I WRITE FOR IT!!!

FANDOMS I WILL NOT WRITE FOR:

Harry Potter/Wizarding World in general (no longer writing for them because I was constantly forcibly pulled into fandom dramas, especially after JKR started clowning around)

Supernatural

IT

^ Or anything horror since my imagination is too sensitive.

^ Also Doctor Who for now (I know it isn’t horror but there are some really scary episodes I can’t watch, I might change my mind in the future though)

Game of Thrones

Vikings

^ Or anything where animals get sacrificed/killed slowly because that makes me super anxious for weeks.

The Untamed (not interested)

Twilight (didn’t like them, watched them only because my Twilight superfan friend forced me to watch them with her 😅)

Darkiplier/Antisepticeye (I know they’re fictional, but I’m not interested in watching them)

Studio Ghibli movies/anime (anime drawing style makes me feel physically ill, and no I don’t know why, it’s always been that way)

Youtubers, actors, singers, bands, influencers, I’m not writing for anyone who’s a celebrity/irl person, with an exception if the person’s life has been largely fictionalized in a game/movie/series + they’re a historical character. (Like AC characters)

[cobble-stone]

the chances of getting randomly jumpscared by viking are low, but never zero.

(actually who am i kidding the chances are rather high)

[somerabbitholes]

Essays

Here’s a (non-exhaustive) list of essays I like/find interesting/are food for thought; I’ve tried to sort them as much as possible. The starred (*) ones are those I especially love

also quick note: some of these links, especially the ones that are from books/anthologies redirect you to libgen or scihub, and if that doesn’t work for you, do message me; I’d be happy to send them across!

Literature + Writing

Godot Comes to Sarajevo - Susan Sontag

The Strangeness of Grief - V. S. Naipaul*

Memories of V. S. Naipaul - Paul Theroux*

A Rainy Day with Ruskin Bond - Mayank Austen Soofi

How Albert Camus Faced History - Adam Gopnik

Listen, Bro - Jo Livingstone

Rachel Cusk Gut-Renovates the Novel - Judith Thurman

Lost in Translation: What the First Line of “The Stranger” Should Be - Ryan Bloom

The Duke in His Domain - Truman Capote*

The Cult of Donna Tartt: Themes and Strategies in The Secret History - Ana Rita Catalão Guedes

Never Do That to a Book - Anne Fadiman*

Affecting Anger: Ideologies of Community Mobilisation in Early Hindi Novel - Rohan Chauhan*

Why I Write - George Orwell*

Rimbaud and Patti Smith: Style as Social Deviance - Carrie Jaurès Noland*

Art + Photography (+ Aesthetics)

Looking at War - Susan Sontag*

Love, sex, art, and death - Nan Goldin, David Wojnarowicz

Lyons, Szarkowski, and the Perception of Photography - Anne Wilkes Tucker

The Feminist Critique of Art History - Thalia Gouma-Peterson, Patricia Mathews

In Plato's Cave - Susan Sontag*

On reproduction of art (Chapter 1, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*

On nudity and women in art (Chapter 3, Ways of Seeing) - John Berger*

Kalighat Paintings  - Sharmishtha Chaudhuri

Daydreams and Fragments: On How We Retrieve Images From the Past -  Maël Renouard

Arthur Rimbaud: the Aesthetics of Intoxication - Enid Rhodes Peschel

Cities

Tragic Fable of Mumbai Mills - Gyan Prakash

Whose Bandra is it? - Dustin Silgardo*

Timur's Registan: noblest public square in the world? - Srinath Perur

The first Starbucks coffee shop, Seattle - Colin Marshall*

Chhatrapati Shivaji Terminus, Mumbai's iconic railway station - Srinath Perur

From London to Mumbai and Back Again: Gentrification and Public Policy in Comparative Perspective -  Andrew Harris

The Limits of "White Town" in Colonial Calcutta - Swati Chattopadhyay

The Metropolis and Mental Life - Georg Simmel

Colonial Policy and the Culture of Immigration: Citing the Social History of Varanasi - Vinod Kumar, Shiv Narayan

A Caribbean Creole Capital: Kingston, Jamaica - Coln G. Clarke (from Colonial Cities by Robert Ross, Gerard J. Telkamp

The Colonial City and the Post-Colonial World - G. A. de Bruijne

The Nowhere City - Amos Elon*

The Vertical Flâneur: Narratorial Tradecraft in the Colonial Metropolis - Paul K. Saint-Amour

Philosophy

The trolley problem problem - James Wilson

A Brief History of Death - Nir Baram

Justice as Fairness: Political not Metaphysical - John Rawls*

Should Marxists be Interested in Exploitation? - John E. Roemer

The Discomfort You’re Feeling is Grief - Scott Berinato*

The Pandemic and the Crisis of Faith - Makarand Paranjape

If God Is Dead, Your Time is Everything - James Wood

Giving Up on God - Ronald Inglehart

The Limits of Consensual Decision - Douglas Rae*

The Science of "Muddling Through" - Charles Lindblom*

History

The Gruesome History of Eating Corpses as Medicine - Maria Dolan

The History of Loneliness - Jill Lepore*

From Tuskegee to Togo: the Problem of Freedom in the Empire of Cotton - Sven Beckert*

Time, Work-Discipline, and Industrial Capitalism - E. P. Thompson*

All By Myself - Martha Bailey*

The Geographical Pivot of History - H. J. Mackinder

The sea/ocean

Rim of Life - Manu Pillai

Exploring the Indian Ocean as a rich archive of history – above and below the water line - Isabel Hofmeyr, Charne Lavery

‘Piracy’, connectivity and seaborne power in the Middle Ages - Nikolas Jaspert (from The Sea in History)*

The Vikings and their age - Nils Blomkvist (from The Sea in History)*

Mercantile Networks, Port Cities, and “Pirate” States - Roxani Eleni Margariti

Phantom Peril in the Arctic - Robert David English, Morgan Grant Gardner*

Assorted ones on India

A departure from history: Kashmiri Pandits, 1990-2001 - Alexander Evans *

Writing Post-Orientalist Histories of the Third World - Gyan Prakash

Empire: How Colonial India Made Modern Britain - Aditya Mukherjee

Feminism and Nationalism in India, 1917-1947 - Aparna Basu

The Epic Riddle of Dating Ramayana, Mahabharata - Sunaina Kumar*

Caste and Politics: Identity Over System - Dipankar Gupta

Our worldview is Delhi based*

Sports (you’ll have to excuse the fact that it’s only cricket but what can i say, i’m indian)

'Massa Day Done:' Cricket as a Catalyst for West Indian Independence: 1950-1962 - John Newman*

Playing for power? rugby, Afrikaner nationalism and masculinity in South Africa, c.1900–70 - Albert Grundlingh

When Cricket Was a Symbol, Not Just a Sport - Baz Dreisinger

Cricket, caste, community, colonialism: the politics of a great game - Ramachandra Guha*

Cricket and Politics in Colonial India - Ramchandra Guha

MS Dhoni: A quiet radical who did it his way*

Music

Brega: Music and Conflict in Urban Brazil - Samuel M. Araújo

Color, Music and Conflict: A Study of Aggression in Trinidad with Reference to the Role of Traditional Music - J. D. Elder

The 1975 - ‘Notes On a Conditional Form’ review - Dan Stubbs*

Life Without Live - Rob Sheffield*

How Britney Spears Changed Pop - Rob Sheffield

Concert for Bangladesh

From “Help!” to “Helping out a Friend”: Imagining South Asia through the Beatles and the Concert for Bangladesh - Samantha Christiansen 

Gender

Clothing Behaviour as Non-verbal Resistance - Diana Crane

The Normalisation of Queer Theory - David M. Halperin

Menstruation and the Holocaust - Jo-Ann Owusu*

Women’s Suffrage the Democratic Peace - Allan Dafoe

Pink and Blue: Coloring Inside the Lines of Gender - Catherine Zuckerman*

Women’s health concerns are dismissed more, studied less - Zoanne Clack

Food

How Food-Obsessed Millennials Shape the Future of Food - Rachel A. Becker (as a non-food obsessed somewhat-millennial, this was interesting)

Colonialism's effect on how and what we eat - Coral Lee

Tracing Europe's influence on India's culinary heritage - Ruth Dsouza Prabhu

Chicken Kiev: the world’s most contested ready-meal*

From Russia with mayo: the story of a Soviet super-salad*

The Politics of Pancakes - Taylor Aucoin*

How Doughnuts Fuelled the American Dream*

Pav from the Nau

A Short History of the Vada Pav - Saira Menezes

Fantasy (mostly just harry potter and lord of the rings)

Purebloods and Mudbloods: Race, Species, and Power (from The Politics of Harry Potter)

Azkaban: Discipline, Punishment, and Human Rights (from The Politics of Harry Potter)*

Good and Evil in J. R. R. Tolkien's Lengendarium - Jyrki Korpua

The Fairy Story: J. R. R. Tolkien and C. S. Lewis - Colin Duriez (from Tree of Tales)*

Tolkien’s Augustinian Understanding of Good and Evil: Why The Lord of the Rings Is Not Manichean - Ralph Wood (from Tree of Tales)*

Travel

The Hidden Cost of Wildlife Tourism

Chronicles of a Writer’s 1950s Road Trip Across France - Kathleen Phelan

On the Early Women Pioneers of Trail Hiking - Gwenyth Loose

On the Mythologies of the Himalaya Mountains - Ed Douglas*

More random assorted ones

The cosmos from the wheelchair (The Economist obituaries)*

In El Salvador - Joan Didion

Scientists are unravelling the mystery of pain - Yudhijit Banerjee

Notes on Nationalism - George Orwell

Politics and the English Language - George Orwell*

What Do the Humanities Do in a Crisis? - Agnes Callard*

The Politics of Joker - Kyle Smith

Sushant Singh Rajput: The outsider - Uday Bhatia*

Credibility and Mystery - John Berger

happy reading :)

[jungwnies]

❥ prompt ゛how txt reacts to someone saying "when's the wedding" to them and their s/o

❥ warning ゛gut wrenching, teeth rotting, aboniable fluff ❥ requested ゛yes, (i love this request tysm anon)

❥ author's note ゛i am so excited to write this cute ask omgomgomg, tysm for putting things in my inbox, it really puts a smile on my face :D

❥ ゛please keep in mind that these are my opinions on their reactions! ♡ ❥ ゛like, comment, reblog, and remember to follow if you like my writes! ✌︎

ᝰ yeonjun

˒ yeonjun and you would be out having dinner with his parents, since they haven’t seen him in a while ˒ yeonjun wanted you to come along because, “y/n, my mom adores you.” ˒ you agreed, because who turns down seeing their boyfriend’s parents, especially when you guys get along ˒ it would be a simple dinner at his parents house, and you were gathered around a table ˒ yeonjun besides you, his mom in front of you, and his father in front of him

“y/n, it’s been a while since we’ve seen you!” his mom says with a big smile on her face

you nod, “it has, i’m do glad to see you!” 

*reference (yeonjun’s mom calls him “healing”)

“healing-ah, are you on another diet?” his mom asks him putting food onto his plate

yeonjun slightly chuckles, ㅎㅎㅎ

“i tell him to eat whatever he wants all the time, but he says he needs to stop eating so much” you say laughing at his mother who continues to put food onto his plate

yeonjun’s dad tell his wife to relax with the food, since yeonjun’s plate now looked like it could feed a village of vikings

“okay, let’s eat!” his mom tells everyone

yeonjun begins to peel his shrimp but struggles, you grab the shrimp from his hand and peel it for him, putting it in his mouth

his parents watch you guys intently, “yeonjun-ah, when’s the wedding?” his dad asks with an eye smile

yeonjun chokes on the shrimp, and you choke on your saliva, “dad, i’m still so young” yeonjun says clearing his throat

his mom laughs, “it’s never too early to get married, plus we want grandkids” 

you clear your throat, a warmth spreading across your cheeks, yeonjun’s face already a tint of pink 

yeonjun grabs your hand and raises it slightly looking at you, “maybe one day i’ll put a ring on your finger, but it’s a little too early.” 

ᝰ soobin

˒ (i think this might be my fave scenario w/ soobin rn) ˒ you and soobin were with eachother for a long time, 3 years to be exact.  ˒ everyone knew, the whole world ˒ the relationship was public unlike anyone elses ˒ however you guys weren’t too flashy with your relationship  ˒ soobin and the rest of the members went onto wired to answer some questions ˒ soobin knew there were gonna be some questions about you, so he made sure that if there were he would make sure not to expose anything about you two too much ˒ the other members also agreed not to expose too much ˒ the questions were pretty normal, until they got to the “is?” section of the questionnaire

soobin peels off the covering on one of the questions and begins to read it out loud, “is soobin married?” 

the members begin to hysterically laugh, “yeah hyung are you married?” hyuka would ask, lady to fall off of his chair

soobin’s face turns bright red, and he starts laughing covering his face, “guys stop, stop.”

“soobin-ah, when’s the wedding?” yeonjun asks giving him a light shove on the chair

soobin’s face stays bright red as he continues to laugh, shyly

“i’m too young to be married” soobin says embarrassed 

“i want to be the best-man” beomgyu would say cracking up

taehyun looks to the camera, “y/n, if you’re watching this maybe you’ll tell us when the wedding is”

the boys continue to laugh in their chair, soobin puts his head down

moments later they all contain theirselves, “okay let’s keep going with the questions” yeonjun would say gesturing towards the board full of questions

ᝰ beomgyu

˒ beomgyu would be on a v-live talking to MOA (as per usual) ˒ “i’m trying my best to read all the comments” beomgyu would say while looking closely at the comment section ˒ beomgyu read some questions out loud, laughed at some, and gave the camera a weird stare for weird questions ˒ people knew about the two of yours relationship, but no one really asked or questioned it as they respected how private the two of you were about it ˒ “where’s y/n?” he would read aloud ˒ “sleeping, y/n is sleeping” beomgyu would say continuing to read through the comments ˒ one comments especially caught his eye

“when’s the wedding?” beomgyu would read outloud

beomgyu begins clapping, whilst laughing at the same time

“guys, don’t you think it’s too early for marriage?” 

beomgyu continues to read through the comments, now everyone was asking about a wedding, if he’d marry you, or something about how cute the wedding would be if he got married to you

“ah, guys, stop with the marriage comments, it’s too early” beomgyu would say laughing and waving his hand at the camera 

“do you want to marry her one day?” beomgyu would read out loud

beomgyu smiles at the camera, widely (please imagine his smile LMFAO)

“of course, maybe one day”

ᝰ taehyun

˒ txt would be featured on another showterview (feat. JESSI) ˒ txt would be answering some of jessi’s questions ˒ jessi asked taehyun a few questions about you, and ofc he did not mind answering them ˒ jessi respected what he was willing to answer and not willing to answer  ˒ yeonjun would tell jessi about how cute you and taehyun are ˒ “y/n and taehyun are my favorite couple, they’re so sweet to each other” ˒ taehyun would laugh and agree ˒ the other members would boast about you and how respectful you are with them ˒ they talked about how you were fun and chill to be around

“wow, it seems like you guys really like her!” jessi would say smiling

the members would nod and give taehyun a pat on the back 

“when’s the wedding then?” jessi would look at taehyun with a playful look

taehyun chuckles as the members crack up, “not for a while, i’m too young” 

taehyun smiles as the blush on his face begins to appear of the thought of you walking down the aisle 

(taehyun handles this well!)

ᝰ huening kai

˒ huening kai would be hanging out with his sisters ˒ his sisters and you all got along, and they were happy to see their brother with someone like you ˒ his sisters tend to ask about you a lot since hyuka tells them almost everything  ˒ his sisters care about him a lot, but they also really love you too 

“kai, how are you and y/n these days?” lea would ask suddenly

“we’re good” hyuka would reply back

all three siblings on their phones, yet still talking

“i saw you posted a tiktok with her recently, it was so cute” bahiyyih would say scrolling through her for you page 

hyuka would blush, “i guess it was kinda cute, right?”

lea would giggle and nod, “you guys should get married,”

“i can see it, when’s the wedding?” bahiyyih would add

hyuka laughs, “i’m too young!”

bahiyyih laughs as well as lea, “age is just a concept, you can get married whenever you want”

hyuka develops a blush on his face, “maybe one day”

“it better be with y/n, i love her” bahiyyih says slapping her brother on the arm

© 2022 junthusiast

[queerquinnn]

He's a Hero || E.M.

Summary: (VOL2 SPOILERS!!!!)

reader (gn) deals with the loss of Eddie Munson, faces his uncle and helps him deal with Eddies death.

word count: 2k

A/N: hellooo, have some pain please :D this is my writing from literally an hour after vol2 was done... uh, I wasn't well in case you couldn't tell.

I've already posted this on my main acc, but I'm shadowbanned, so here we go.

Warnings: obviously, spoiler warning for vol2, don't say I didn't warn you. angst, hurt/no comfort, major character death, reader deals with the loss of eddie munson, cursing, alc (i think). lemme know if i missed sth

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“Y/N? Y/N, where do you think you’re going?”

Before you could manage to slip out of the door your friends surrounded you, Steve a hand on your shoulder. It was likely supposed to be a calming gesture but in your current state, it had more of the opposite effect on you.

You didn’t want to talk. Not right now, not with them. Your pleading eyes found Robins, but you knew she wouldn’t understand either. Neither of them would. The only one who could come close to understanding was at home, ignoring his friends’ and his mothers’ desperate attempts to get him to leave his room. Dustin had turned away even Suzie; the girl had called about an hour ago because he had turned off his walkie as well.

“Y/N”, Nancy said now. You weren’t sure what she was doing here. As far as you were concerned, she wasn’t helping. But then again, neither were the others. “Y/N, where are you going?” Her big eyes were filled with worry and deep down you knew you were just looking for targets to project your frustration onto.

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself.

A day wasn’t enough time to get over the events. The memory of Eddies empty, lifeless eyes staring at you, unmoving, was freshly ingrained into your brain. Those eyes, usually full of life and joy, sarcasm, and love… they would never move again. His mouth, grotesquely pulled into a smiled, would never distract you again, pulling dumb jokes at inappropriate times. His hands, covered in his own blood, would never gently caress you again.

“…just need to do something”, you managed to get out. You had no idea how you were going to manage doing what you needed to do, but you owed it to him.

The look in your friends’ eyes got even softer and you had to avert your eyes. You could feel the worried looks on their faces, then Steve spoke. “Y/N, you’re not gonna find him.”

Whether it was the words themselves or how he said them, they broke something in you, something you didn’t know had remained unbroken.

“I know that, Steve!”, you snapped at him, the desperation clearly audible in your voice. You sounded pathetic. “I know that.” You tried to calm your uneven breathing. “I know that.”

“Then what are you hoping to find?”

Why didn’t he understand?

“Steve”, you heard Robin say, but you didn’t bother to look up at her, your eyes still fixated on the floor.

A short silence followed, only to be interrupted by Steve. “His necklace…”

Subconsciously, your hand rose to your neck, where Eddies guitar pin rested on a thin chain.

You had taken it from his lifeless body. It had been in his jacket pocket, previously used to play the guitar to distract the demobats. It had felt bad to take it from his, like taking a sword from a Viking warrior and leaving him with nothing in the afterlife, but you couldn’t leave it there. You couldn’t bring his body back; they didn’t let you. But you couldn’t leave that pin.

Last night you had dreamt of going back, giving him a funeral, even if it had to be in the upside down. But you knew it was too dangerous. You had tried to stop letting your mind be consumed by the picture of Eddie, only blood and bones left of him, as demobats clawed at his defenceless body, but it was hopeless.

“Y/N, whatever you plan on doing… it’s not gonna bring him back. You know that, Y/N. Nothing is going to bring him back.”

You tried to fight the tears in your eyes as you looked at Steve. Didn’t he realise he was making everything worse?

“I’m going to tell his uncle.”

“Y/N- “

“No, Steve. He deserves that, they both do. Wayne deserves to know that his nephew was a hero. Eddie… deserves to be remembered as a hero.” You couldn’t bring yourself to say the word ‘mourn’, as that would acknowledge the finitude of his death.

You weren’t ready to do that.

“Y/N”, he tried again but you blocked.

“No. No one in this shitty, ungrateful town deserved to be saved, no one deserved his sacrifice. But I’m not gonna sit here and wait until his only family starts believing any of this fabricated bullshit about him. Everyone in this town, everyone who believed in this cult crap, deserves to rot in the hell that they create.”

You had left without another word to any of them after that.

What else was there to say?

Eddie had always loved your caring side, the way that you’d make sure everyone else was taken care of before you’d care about yourself. But he’d also told you countless times that he needed you to take care of yourself, too. Sometimes, you had to be more important than the others, you had to take care of yourself.

Well, that’s exactly what you were going to do now.

Mr Munson wouldn’t be at the trailer. It was still considered a crime scene and even though Eddie and the rest of the group had been there multiple times, Mr Munson had yet to be allowed back on his own premises. It was probably better that way, because you didn’t know if you would be able to stomach the trailer yet. Without him.

Actually, you were pretty sure, you would break down crying as soon as that familiar smell of cigarettes, old weed and laundry detergent would hit you. The musty smell of old couch cushions. The lemon dish soap. The smell of the carpet which Eddies uncle frequently complained about.

Too many nights had you spend cuddled up on the couch, using each other as pillows rather than the actual cushions, holding onto each other as you watched the cheapest horror movies you could find. Sometimes you’d bring over chick flicks and Eddie would pretend to be annoyed and then halfway through the movie, you’d find him more invested than ever before.

Too many dinners had been cooked in that kitchen, the smell of varying pasta dishes filling the entire trailer. Neither Eddie nor you were ever much of a cook, so you had simply figured out ways to cook pasta with as many different vegetables and sauces as possible.

Too many sleepovers spend in that bed of his. You knew exactly what the stains on his mattress were, partially because you were responsible for half of them. You remembered the beer spilling in his bed as he had tickled you. You remembered the forgotten joint that almost burned through the edge of a pillow when Eddie played a song for you on his guitar.

It was too likely that you’d just end up crying if you went there again.

It was definitely better that Mr Munson was in the small motel just off Main Street. He’d be safer here, less of a target. The entire town still believed that Eddie was a murderer and a cult leader.

Usually, Eddie’s uncle would be out in a bar, drinking with some colleagues from work. He’d come home late, find you and Eddie half asleep on the couch. He’d eat some of the food you had made, turn off the movie that you’d both ignore and simply tell you to go to bed. It wasn’t gentle or sweet, but you knew it was his own way of bonding with Eddie.

You knocked and immediately a voice responded from inside.

 “Go away!” That wasn’t an uncommon way for the older Munson to greet visitors, even on normal days.

“Mr Munson?”, you called, “Mr Munson, it’s me, Y/N.”

The door opened and you tried to suppress a gasp when you saw him. Wayne Munson looked defeated. His eyes, brighter than Eddies but with a similar look on them, were sunken and empty. Deep bags told stories of sleepless nights, his cheeks hollow and his face pale. He hadn’t shaved. All in all, he looked as miserable as you felt, maybe even worse.

“Hey kiddo.” His voice was bleak, but you saw his arms twitch, almost as if he wanted to hug you. He leaned onto the door for support.

You swallowed hard. Behind him in the room, you could see a duffle bag, half packed with clothes, the rest generously spread across the room. You could faintly smell takeout, motel room and sweat. “Can I come in?”

He hesitated, clearly not wanting to be bothered right now. A feeling you could understand all too well and you wouldn't be here if you didn't know he would want to know this. “Don’t know, kiddo. I haven’t found him yet; I was trying to get some sleep before I go back out in the morning.”

You pushed back the tears you felt prickling at your eyes, not wanting the older man to think of you as weak. You wanted to turn and run, leave him the hope that his nephew was out there somewhere, but that was just cruel.

“I really need to talk to you. It’s about… him.” Simply thinking his name hurt.

“Listen, unless you’ve found him, this can wait ‘til morning.”

“You won’t find him.”

Wayne Munson halted all his movements, suddenly tense. The short moment of silence was interrupted by his voice, sounding broken. “What do you mean?”

You couldn’t do it. You couldn’t.

You couldn’t ruin his world like that, no. You remembered how you had felt, how you felt when you found out about the upside down, how you felt when you learned about the monsters from another dimension. You remembered the look on Eddies face, remembered his desperate confession, “You won’t believe me.” You remembered, he thought he was going insane as the monsters from nightmare and fiction came to life. You remembered Eddie, torn apart by those monsters.

And so you changed your story.

“We were with him when the earthquakes hit. Dustin Henderson and I.” Mr Munson stumbled backwards, his legs hitting the corner of the be, he sunk into it.

You followed him into the room and closed the door behind you gently.

“Mr Munson”, you said, trying to regain his attention. Tears welling at your eyes again, because the way he was lost in his own mind was so awfully similar to his nephew. “Mr Munson… we were close to the where one of the craters broke open.” You wanted to comfort the man, to hug him, but you knew he wasn’t all that fond of physical touch, not even with Eddie. So, you just kept standing with your back against the door, trying to find some sort of stabilisation. “Dustin and I were nearly swallowed by the earthquakes but… but Eddie…”, a violent sob pulled through you but you knew you had to keep talking. “Eddie pushed us out of the way. He saved us. He told us to run and… I wanted to grab his hand, but… I couldn't reach him.” Tears were streaming down your face at this point, but you didn’t know how to stop crying, didn’t know if you could.

There was nothing you could do, nothing that would have helped Mr Munson, so you did the only thing left to do.

“Eddie… he wasn’t just innocent.” You pulled the necklace over your head. The dark pin felt heavy like a brick in your hand, tethered to it the life of his wearer. You remembered Eddies fingers, often red and sensitive when he forgot about the pin on his neck, and instead played guitar with his fingers. How often had you had put lotion on his fingers and massaged them delicately? “Eddie was a hero. I can’t prove his innocence, but I know I don’t have to convince you about it. He was a hero, he’s saved lives. I’m sorry that I couldn’t save his, Mr Munson.” You pushed yourself away from the door and towards the older man, the necklace in your stretched out hand.

You wanted to keep it, wanted to have something to remember him by but you knew Wayne would need it more.

He would need it in order to accept that his boy was gone, and he was never coming back.

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Lost Fic #97

1. I’m looking for a fic that I can’t find. Basically Aziraphale gets threatened by the angels and they try to come up with a plan to take care of it together. But while they’re cuddling in bed, Crowley tricks Aziraphale into a temporary occult circle and uses a miracle to assume his appearance so he can meet the archangels on his own and keep Zira out of danger Eventually, the plan goes south the archangels figure out that Crowley is using Ziras appearance and have to save him. I hope this sounds familiar, you’re my last hope. Thanks again, for all you do. I’ve found so many great fics to read thanks to all of you - anon

2. Hello! I’m looking for a specific fic that had another couple of angel + demon searching for Aziraphale and Crowley, and it involved blowing up entrances to heaven/hell, I think. The demon was one who centered around lust and it was pretty explicit at times. Eventually they were captured by A and C and one or both were tied to a chair? I’m pretty sure it’s from 2019, so I’m not sure if it’s been deleted or if I’m just really bad at looking. Thanks in any case! I forgot to mention in the previous ask about the pair looking for a&c and being tied to a chair and all that the demon of lust’s name is Kenneth, I believe - anon

3. Hello! I've been looking for a fic for a while and I'm starting to think it's been deleted or something 😭. I don't remember much but I think it was a long multi-chapter set after the book ends. There was also a part near the beginning/middle with Crowley's hairstyle with braids being like a Viking? And at the end he believes Aziraphale is dead (or something) so he starts to create a star in the middle of hell (like an absolute bamf). It ends happily ever after I'm pretty sure. @exittoyourleft

4. Hey! I've been missing a fic for like, at least a month. I don't remember much except that aziraphale and Crowley's wings change. Crowley's have flecks like stars in them, but what really stuck in my brain was that Aziraphale's turn colorful, with browns and greens, like earth tones! I cannot find this fic for the life of me, and I would love it if someone could. - @salamencerobot

5. Hello! Thank you so so much for running this blog, I’m sure it’s a ton of work but we really really appreciate it! There is a fic that I’m hoping to find again because it contains one of the funniest exchanges I’ve ever read but unfortunately that’s all I can remember about it. It was post-Armageddon and Crowley and Aziraphale are talking when the conversation goes something like Aziraphale: maybe I’ll try jeans Crowley: . . . Steady on, Angel Thank you to anyone who can help! - anon

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[quokkacore]

𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 [nct collab call]

take a look inside the chapters of this history book and read of several events spanning across all of human civilization. read about people from all walks of life: great heroes, legendary foes, daring outlaws, ordinary people. read about the rise and fall of empires, conspiring courts, the rise and fall of empires, forbidden alliances and romances. in fact, dear reader, don’t just read. learn from the past, because if we don’t, we are doomed to repeat it.

𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉

in lieu of hitting 500 followers, i’ve decided to announce this collaboration!! i’ve always loved history so why not? some of these eras are specific to certain cultures and places, but others are a lot broader. at the end of the day, they’re your stories. also if you saw me post this on accident the first time... no you didn’t <3

𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

this is a historical au collaboration, but any genre is allowed as long as your story is set in your chosen era! however, smut is not allowed for jisung or if you, the writer, are underage.

all works must be member x reader. love triangles and the like are allowed, but the main male character must be the member you chose.

eras and members are chosen on a first come, first served basis. please message me if you want to participate! if your main blog isn’t your writing blog, please be sure to tell me your writing blog so i can add it to this list correctly :)

you must have discord, since i will be sending all writers working on this collaboration a discord server link. there, i will send announcements and we can all give each other feedback!

tag any triggering content. if you’re not sure, ask in the discord server!

research is definitely encouraged as you will be writing about historical eras, some with specific cultural significance! please be respectful of any cultures or traditions you write about.

in the same vein, don’t romanticize any historical events or figures that are controversial, or have had negative cultural impact (ie, 9/11, the crusades, colonialism). again, if you’re not sure, ask in the discord server!

minimum word count is 2k. your words cannot be blurbs or timestamps.

please inform me if: you’re changing your url, you’re going on hiatus, or if you need to leave the collaboration.

the deadline is currently november 2021, but it is very flexible and can be pushed back even further should several writers ask!

after you’re added, i would really appreciate it if you reblogged this post to boost its reach :D

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖝

moon taeil - 

johnny suh - @aquamoonchaii - the joseon dynasty

lee taeyong - @moondustaeil - the victorian era

nakamoto yuta -

qian kun -

kim doyoung - me! - the renaissance

lee ten - @sleepylixie - the 1940s

jung jaehyun - @doderyscoffee​ - the rococo era

dong sicheng - @loonacitys - the regency

kim jungwoo - @smileyjaeminies - ancient greece

wong yukhei -

mark lee - @lamaiejeno - the 1920s

xiao dejun -

wong kunhang - @zephyr-abyss - the golden age of piracy

huang renjun - @seulgiswhoreee - the 1930s

lee jeno - @jenoentry - the roman empire

osaki shotaro -

lee donghyuck -

na jaemin - @jaehyyns - the 1960s

liu yangyang - @lovelyutas - the late middle ages

zhong chenle - @softcrescendo - the tang dynasty

jung sungchan -

park jisung - @heejinnien - the three kingdoms period

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖚𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖘

listed below are historical eras to choose from, a brief description of them (except anything past the 1900s as they’re pretty self explanatory), and a few examples of media or cultural phenomena you could use as inspiration if you can’t think of anything! media will be in italics, cultural phenomena will not.

ancient greece (800 BCE—32 BCE): a civilization based in the mediterranean, known for its extensive mythology and advancements in math, art, western philosophy and government. inspiration: the odyssey, hercules, the iliad, percy jackson.

the han dynasty (206 BCE—220): known for its long reign and achievements, it was the second imperial dynasty of china. it is highly regarded as an age of peace and prosperity that allowed china to grow into a major world power. inspiration: painted skin, the virtuous queen of han, the king’s woman

roman empire (27 BCE—476): in its time, this was one of the most powerful empires in the “known world” as a result of its political prowess and military power. it spanned from england, to the mediterranean, to parts of the middle east. inspiration: the heroes of olympus, pompeii, gladiator 

the tang dynasty (618—906): regarded by many as china’s golden age of arts and culture, the tang dynasty allowed aristocratic life to flourish. poetry, art, and education prospered. inspiration: house of flying daggers, the empress of china

the viking age (793—1066): time period in scandinavian europe during which vikings conquered parts of north america and england. inspiration: vikings, how to train your dragon trilogy

the three kingdoms period (892—936): period in korean history in which the korean peninsula was split into three kingdoms, all wanting to conquer one another: goguryeo, silla and baekje. inspiration: the blade and petal, hwarang 

feudal japan (1185—1602): period of civil unrest in japan, during which the political world was unstable, and power fluctuated between the shogunate and the royal court. it can be separated into two main eras: the kamakura period, and the sengoku period. inspiration: samurai, inuyasha, hakuouki

the late middle ages (1250—1450): a relatively brutal period, known for its numerous wars and civil unrest, throughout europe and asia. inspiration: the princess bride, robin hood, marco polo

joseon dynasty (1392—1897): the last and longest ruling confucian monarchy in korean history. inspiration: 100 days my prince, mr. sunshine, rookie historian goo hae-ryung

the renaissance (1450—1600): period based in europe (mainly italy) which was known for its advances in art, technology and science. inspiration: shakespeare in love, romeo and juliet, ever after

the golden age of piracy (1650—1730): during which maritime piracy across the world grew more and more prominent due to large shipments of cargo making their way to places like the caribbean, west africa, north america and europe. inspiration: pirates of the caribbean, treasure island

the rococo era (1737—1770): art movement in europe which glamorized grandeur and luxury, revolving around heaven, angels, love and lavishness. inspiration: barry lyndon, marie antoinette, a little chaos

the age of revolutions (1765—1849): a period in which a shift occurred in the western world, and monarchical institutions were overthrown in places like latin america, north america, and france. inspirations: les miserables, hamilton

the regency (1795—1837): british time period surrounding the time before, during, and after which prince george of england iv ruled as prince regent after his father was deemed unfit, during which time aristocracy flourished. inspiration: pride and prejudice, emma, bridgerton

victorian era (1837—1901): period spanning the rule of queen victoria of england, during which the industrial revolution occurred and urbanization became widespread. inspiration: the young victoria, the phantom of the opera, penny dreadful

the old west (1860—1890): period in american history during which many made the dangerous decision of migrating west of the Mississippi river, in search of gold, new land, and money. inspiration: jane got a gun, the good the bad and the ugly

the 1900s: moulin rouge!, finding neverland

the 1910s: downton abbey, my fair lady, anastasia

the 1920s: the great gatsby, boardwalk empire, silent films

the 1930s: bonnie and clyde, the handmaiden, the beginning of hollywood’s golden age  

the 1940s: casablanca, the godfather, the notebook

the 1950s: swing kids, grease, dead poets society 

the 1960s: american graffiti, the british invasion, summer of love

the 1970s: the lovely bones, mindhunter, the birth of punk music

the 1980s: atomic blonde, stranger things, the americans

[kozu-tomi]

tangled | katsuki bakugo

“requested” by my bestie since she’s a bakugo simp and I love her 🥰🔪 aNYWAYS I’m posting this with a very very very scared feeling because I don’t have any confidence in writing and wrote this like very late at night a while ago😅 PLUS this is my first writing post so I’m sHy JDJDJSJS there are probably so many spelling and grammar errors... :(( ILY STEPH and I hope whoever reads this enjoys >~< any feedback is welcomed <.<

katsuki bakugo x !gn reader

summary: you and bakugo watch tangled :D and he can sing !!

“Why would I watch something that’s for kids!? I’m tired I want to go in my room.” He said trying to get his arm out of your grip. You let go and let out a sigh.

“Fine, then I’ll just ask Kirishima to watch with me instead.” you walked past him to go up the stairs. He then stopped you by dragging you to the couch.

“No don’t talk to that bastard I’ll watch it with you.” He sat down next to you and picked up the control and gave it to you. You smile knowing that you won and his jealously came out which you think is very cute.

As you were both watching bakugo will make comments here and there which are always funny since he would just make fun of the characters, especially Flynn.

It came to the part where both Rapunzel and Flynn got to a bar where a bunch of big Viking guys started singing about their dreams. You’re head was on bakugo’s shoulder and you were started to hear something coming from his mouth.

‘he’s got a dream. see I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem.’

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, was bakugo singing along?! The entire song all you can here is just him mumbling the lyrics you didn’t want to do cause all you wanted was to hear him continue singing. Once the song was over you got up, paused the film and you turned to him.

“Since when did you know the entire song of ‘I got a dream’?!” you asked with a surprise look on your face. His face started to turn red.

“Shut up! It’s not my fault that the song is good and catchy!” He yelled, you couldn’t help but start laughing. Just the thought of him singing Disney songs is literally the best thing you’ve ever witness.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to laugh but it’s just so unexpected, but it’s alright your secret is safe with me that you enjoy singing Disney songs” you sat down beside him and hugged him. He looked the other way as he was embarrassed.

“Are you upset with me?” you looked up at him and see his sulking face. A sigh left from your mouth and you reach up to kiss his cheek.

“Forgive me and let’s just continue watching...” he looked back at you and rolled his eyes.

“Fine.”

It came to the part of the movie were both Rapunzel and Flynn got to see the lanterns and they were on a boat.

“I love this song, sing with me!” you tapped on bakugo’s chest.

“no way! I’ve already sang enough I don’t wanna be humiliated again!”

“nobody is going to hear you I bet they’re all asleep, please for me?” you looked up at him knowing he has a very soft spot for you especially when you give him puppy eyes.

“you’re so fucking annoying but fine whatever!” you smile knowing that you won again. As the song ‘I see the light” started playing you both sang a long. Even though both of you aren’t the greatest singers it was still very funny seeing bakugo singing Flynn’s part.

When the song was over you both heard clapping and laughter coming from behind.

“oh my god I can’t wait till everyone see’s this video of bakugo singing.” Kirishima couldn’t stop laughing as he had his phone in his hand. You started to get embarrassed but that didn’t stop bakugo.

“hey you bastard come here and delete that video!” bakugo got up and started chasing kirishima. It took a while but eventually a very worn down kirishima sat next to you looking like he went through shit which I mean he did.

“I almost died!” he exaggerated, well was he?

“It’s not my fault you brought that on yourself.” you sighed and stood up.

“oh well I’m going to sleep which I assume bakugo also went to bed?”

“yeah he just went upstairs after almost murdering me.”

you went upstairs and snuck into bakugo’s room where you saw him lying down with his eyes close. you laid down next to him and put ur arm around his stomach and your face on his chest.

all you can think of before falling asleep was bakugo singing to tangled which put a smile on your face.

[egsaurus]

Tagged by @amyvalhalla in “Tag 9 people you want to get to know better”. Thank you!! I love reading and writing these.

Three ships: Some all-time favorites are Ragnar x Athelstan from Vikings, and really everyone in Black Sails… But I’m especially fond of anything to do with Anne and Jack. Most recently the boys in Trust have taken up permanent residency in my brain…

First ever ship: First one I was really into was Moriarty x Sebastian (? his henchman) from, specifically, BBC Sherlock. I was around 15 and getting into shipping was definitely part of my queer awakening.

Last song: Rise when the rooster crows by Nick Shoulders

Last film: Dune !

Currently reading: Nothing currently and I’d be lying if I said had plans for anything, haha… I like reading the newspaper and I like reading academical articles, but I have a hard time picking up a book and reading it from start to finish.

Currently watching: Slowly making it through Succession. I didn’t think I would, but I’m really enjoying it.

Currently craving: A good night out with folk music and folk dancing. Some events are coming up and I’m looking forward to them!

I think most of my mutuals are already tagged, but as always @finngualart if you’re up for it :D

[themuselesswriter]

Just tired

Characters: Klaus Hargreeves, Ben Hargreeves, Alison Hargreeves, Luther Hargreeves, Diego Hargreeves, Vanya Hargreeves, Five Hargreeves, Grace Hargreeves, Pogo Hargreeves, Reginald Hargreeves.

Summary: Klaus hangs out in Ben's room quietly, only to find out the reason his brother isn't as chatty as always is not because he's tired.

Word count: 1346.

Warnings: death, suicide, child abuse.

A/N: none

Credits: viking - polarr filter by me, picture - Pinterest (feel free to claim credit if any of the pictures is taken)

————————————-Teaser———————————

A normal morning, that’s how it started in the Hargreeves mansion, they all ate breakfast, Grace made pancakes, the teenage superheroes had today off, no training, which meant they had a busy schedule of doing literally everything else, Luther and Allison were going on a picnic, Vanya and Diego were playing with Pogo, Five was reading a book outside, Klaus was still asleep and Ben was in his room.

The sun was shining and everything was bright colors, the fourth member of the team woke up the last in the middle of the day, yawning, already doubting his decision of leaving the bed, he went downstairs and Grace fixed him a sandwich, which was fine, he wouldn’t wake up early for pancakes, not after spending last night locked in a grave.

“Why’s it so quiet? Where’s everyone else?” Klaus asked sleepily, the robotic mother offered him a smile “they’re playing outside in the sun, you should join them! You’re pale, perhaps some vitamin D would be good for your skin!” she said with her sweet voice, sometimes, the kids forget that Grace wasn’t a human being, that bastard Reginald Hargreeves surely knows what he’s doing “no thanks, I’d rather lay low for a while” he mumbled, his sandwich already gone “well, if you want, Ben’s in his room” she replied he nodded.

He got up from his chair and was about to leave when he got interrupted by Grace’s sweet tone “didn’t you forget anything Klaus?” he rolled his eyes and smiled at her “thank you for the meal mom” she grinned “you’re welcome sweetheart” and with that, he rushed upstairs to Ben’s room.

Klaus stood in the hallway and looked around, once making sure no one was there, he pulled out a flask from his jacket’s pocket and took a sip, quickly hiding it before someone sees him, he’s been drinking for a while now, to calm the voices, make them go away, he got tired of having hands all over him all the time, he was scared of seeing them wherever he goes with their guts dragged or their heads bleeding everywhere on him.

He took a deep breath then walked into Ben’s room “whachya doin?” he said melodically, Ben was laying on his bed, staring at the ceiling, “move!” Klaus told him but the other didn’t, Klaus just rolled his eyes and jumped into the bed next to him, he placed his head on his shoulder like always “you’re being an ass, by the way, the quietness is boring me” he said after few moments.

“I’m not supposed to talk” Ben replied “of course you are, it’s our day off! Dad’s not here to yell at us whenever we breathe!” he chuckled, still staring at the ceiling, “I guess it didn’t work” Ben mumbled sadly, Klaus furrowed his eyebrows “what didn’t work?” the other mumbled a nothing, then the two remained quiet for few minutes.

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