#king and queen of the dork forest

[powderblueblood]

HELLFIRE & ICE — eddie munson x f!reader

You’ve been hunched over your journal, perched on your ready-to-burst luggage for what seems like hours now– admittedly, you’re the kind of girl that’s used to valet service. Bellhops carrying your suitcases to your room when you used to join your dad on business trips.  But valets never looked like this. Squinting at you from beneath his ratted-out waves, Eddie Munson gives you a once-over that makes your stomach lurch. You know him the same way everyone in Hawkins knows him– either barrelling through the hallways like a tweaked-out autocrat whose only dominion is over his group of unwashed dorks or palming off baggies at parties. But there’s something about Munson that’s always rubbed you the wrong way. He’s so loud and defiant and achingly obvious, smug when he’s got no right to be.  Especially now.  - From where you sit on your straining suitcase, you’re about eye-level with Eddie’s crotch. And call him a weirdo, call him whatever, he doesn’t mind the view. As much as he’d like to pretend he’s above the discordant buzz of Hawkins’ gossip scuttlebutt, news of your family’s downfall is hot shit. He can barely believe it’s really happening, and right in his front yard; Hawkins High’s stoniest, coldest fox and her equally foxy mom were packing their fur coats and shit into a double wide. Eddie couldn’t lie– he liked seeing people like you get knocked down a peg. So he’d come to gloat. A little.  But you’re all snappy and full of venom– not like in school, where he’s almost positive you’ve never made eye contact with him. He doesn’t mind that change in attitude either.

YOU ARE THE RESIDENT RICH BITCH ICE QUEEN OF HAWKINS HIGH, until your family loses everything and you're forced to trade your plush suburban life for a double wide in forest hills trailer park-- directly across the lot from RESIDENT HELLFIRE KING AND NOTED FREAK, EDDIE MUNSON. you've got plenty of reasons to hate him, but number one with a bullet? his daddy put your daddy in jail.

pairing: eddie munson x f!reader, mentions of unrequited steve harrington x f!reader

content warnings: NSFW / MINORS DNI — swearing, smoking, drinking, era-conducive classism/sexism/homophobia/sexual harassment, unprotected sex, voyeurism, masturbation, public sex, discussion of crime that i pull out of my ass kind of

and also: enemies to friends to starcrossed lovers, reader is affectionately/begrudgingly nicknamed lacy, set circa 1985/canon divergent with references to flight of icarus

CHAPTER ONE COMING SOON.

[depressedhatakekakashi]

4 - Sakura

17 - Rin

23- Tsunade

Royalty au- Sakura

Sakura is A commoner who bugs Kakashi for weeks until he agree’s to take her on as an apprentice.

She’s wants to be a strong, dedicated knight capable of protecting the king and knows there are few other’s in the kingdom she could learn from.

As Kakashi’s Squire, Sakura spends most of her time at the Hatake residence and in contact with Shizune who teaches her all about poisonous plants and how best to use them.

She doesn’t get to spend nearly as much time around the king and queen as she thought she would as Kakashi’s squire, but the time she does spend near them is always fabtastic because Queen Rin practiclly glues herself to Sakura’s side and talks to her about a variety if topics while shoving books in her hand to read when Kakashi’s not actively training her.

Because of these interactions she becomes a lot more educated than even the standard knight and earns herself the annoyance of other knights who believe she’s not fit to be a knight.

Coffee Shop Au - Rin

Rin is the one who always walks down the street to the coffee shop to get all of the doctor’s and nurses mid day coffee order.

Some of them like to joke she’s doing it to get a chance to chit chat with Kakashi, but those are only the people who don’t know she and Kakashi are old friends and she’s not going to flirt with him, but to bug him endlessly about his love life while he does the same to her.

Her main order is a coffee with two cream and two sugar, but once a week she lets Kakashi make her whatever drink he chooses for her to try. Usually his special drinks come with a terrible job (like ‘this coffee is about half as sweet as you’ which she always chucks at because he’s such a dork.

The coffee shop is also her favorite place to take Shizune on a quiet date. She loves getting a little cake pop, which is Shizune’s favorite treat but she won’t admit it’s her favorite treat.

Fantasy au- Tsunade

Tsunade as a forest spirit always intrigued me since she is Hashirama’s granddaughter.

I love the idea of her hanging around the forest begrudgingly healing people who have lost their way and fallen ill/injured themselves. She doesn’t have fun with it, but she still does it because she doesn’t want people dying in her forest.

It’s also how she meets the mortal Yua, who looks far too beautiful for Tsunade to believe she’s a simple mortal, and is somehow more courageous than half of the gods she knows. She watched this woman face down a beast three times her size without flinching, and win (though it was a very close call that left Yua with scars across her face)

[abutterflyscribbles]

A Bad Mood

A Tiny People in Jars drabble. Bog attempts to teach Marianne how to properly use human glamor. Marianne is cranky.

“We’ll start with a butterfly glamor.”

“Why a butterfly? I don’t care about being a beautiful butterfly I just wanna be human without worrying about glitching.”

“Something around your actual size is easier.”

Marianne swallowed a sulky retort about human-sized being her actual size. But, facing facts, that wasn’t strictly true. It was her preferred size and usual size, it just wasn’t her, well, natural size. It was a fact that Marianne preferred not to make direct eye contact with. She reveled in deep denial, aided by makeshift means to keep herself on eye level with her preferred reality.

“Do you really think holding your breath and hoping really hard is a good and lasting method?” Bog asked. He was being smugly patient with Marianne’s huffiness. He seemed to be in a good mood, though Marianne wasn’t sure why.

“It’s worked so far.” Marianne muttered.

“Tell me again how you nearly came to a stuffy end between the cushions of your couch? I’d like to fix the details more firmly in my memory.” Marianne punched his arm. He briefly rattled his shoulders in surprise. “Not the most persuasive of arguments, tough girl.”

She punched him again.

“Stop that.”

Another punch. “No.”

“Look--”

Punch.

“I said--”

This time Bog caught her fist before her blow could land. He used her forward momentum to twirl her around twice before she tripped. He caught her deftly, snickering at her dizziness.

She dropped her forehead onto his chest. “I don’t want to be a butterfly.”

“You’re most of the way as it is.”

“Don’t remind me.” Marianne’s shoulders were shaking from the weight of her wings. Exercise and flying practice only seemed to make them heavier. Not that there was much actual flying involved at the moment. Or getting her feet off the ground. Mostly she just wanted to be able to walk without feeling like she was bout to topple backwards. Otherwise she would have resisted flying practice.

Her resistance had been worn down further after Bog taking her for a moonlit flight or two through the forest. Even holding her he made flying look so easy and beautiful graceful. Being able to fly like that was an appealing thought. The hard work between her and that level of skill was nor appealing.

Bog kissed the top of her head. “There, there.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“But it’s so entertaining.”

“I will crack you open like a lobster, crunchy”

One hand on Marianne’s waist, Bog waved the other in mock surrender. “I’m terrified out of my wits and beg your gracious mercy. Speaking of mercy . . . I’ll be at the mercy of your sister if we don’t finish soon enough for her to have some time with you.”

“Then suffer. I won’t be a butterfly.”

“Heartless creature.”

“My heart is currently, like, a hundred sizes too small. There’s not much room for compassion in there.”

“You have the choice of glamor lessons or flying lessons. No other options are allowed to you.”

Marianne flopped backwards, held up by Bog’s arm. “I refuse. I refuse to be a grownup, responsible person.”

“I see how it’ll be. Right, then.” Bog picked up her limp form and tossed her over his shoulder. “I’ll just have to throw you off the castle and see if you fly or plummet.”

Stubbornly dangling and watching the ground recede as Bog flew upward, Marianne scoffed. “You wouldn’t. Dawn would have your head.”

”You’ve got me there.” Bog admitted, but Marianne could hear him smirking. She barely had time to be suspicious before Bog flipped her off his shoulder. For a horrible two seconds she was in the open air, the ground far, far below, and she was weightless and waiting for gravity to notice her and pull her down. Then Bog caught her under her arms.

“I hate you.” Marianne said, arms wrapped around Bog’s head and her legs wrapped around his waist. “I hate you so, so much.”

“We can go back to butterfly practice.” Bog offered.

“I hate you and I’m in a bad mood.”

“That I have noticed. The bad mood, I mean. Anything in particular happen?”

“We are not having a heart-to-heart up here, Bog, I swear--”

“This is the new, third choice. Otherwise we’re back to glamor and flying.”

Grumbling, Marianne cautiously loosened her death grip. “It’s just been . . . a week.” She let her legs hang down and slid her arms down until she just had her hands clasped behind Bog’s neck and she was far enough back to look at this stupid, smug face.

“That is generally how time passes, yes.”

She made a face at him.

He made one back.

His was better.

“It’s been hectic and overwhelming and I’ve had to behave myself like a mature grownup and I’m tired of being responsible. I just wanna be irresponsible.”

“And childish?” Bog teased.

“Hmph. I guess. And it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you and I don’t want to do boring stuff when we could be hanging out.”

“You . . . missed me?” Bog asked, a tiny note of hope in the question.

“I guess.” Marianne rolled her head to the side and looked at the scenery they were floating through instead of Bog. He was always so surprised and delighted when she indicated she enjoyed being with him. It was kind of touching and really embarrassing. “Okay, yeah. A little. I missed you a little.”

Out of the corner of her eye she could see he had a dopey grin on his face. She could feel one spreading on her own face and twisted up her lips to stop its progress. “I’m in a bad mood.” she insisted.

She wasn’t in a bad mood. Not anymore.

[abutterflysketches]

I have forgotten how to draw on actual paper

Marianne uses ~smolder~

it’s super effective

[radioactivepeasant]

Fic Prompts: Strange Magic Monday

To say that Marianne was surprised would be an understatement.

She had a knife drawn and at the visitor's neck before he even had a chance to speak. So help her, they were not risking a second invasion. Especially not with a baby sleeping in the next room.

"Of all the parlors in all the palaces in all the forests in all the world, you had the guts to walk into mine?" Marianne snarled, pressing the blade a little closer.

"P- p- please!" Roland gasped, "I just...need help!"

Bog made an incredulous snort. "Oh we've known that since you tried to drug the queen and destroyed my home!'

On closer examination, Roland looked terrible. His armor was cracked in a few places, and falling into disrepair. A patch of scruff dotted his chin, and perhaps most surprising, he looked as though he hadn't brushed his hair in days. He must have truly been in some kind of distress to neglect his own appearance.

"What do you want, Roland?" Marianne asked coldly.

Roland swallowed hard. "It's Dipterra. My sweet lil' shoo-fly. Someone...someone took her. I didn't see who, they walloped me over the back of the head and knocked me out."

There was a strong possibility that this was some kind of trap. After all, they had no reason to trust him. But when he mentioned a "Lilac Cafe", Bog grew even more suspicious. He'd had scouts out near that place not long ago, and they hadn't returned yet. It was, at the very least, worth looking into.

[abutterflyobsession]

Prompt: Human AU. Marianne saves Bog from a bad date his mom set him up on. (she means well, but this particular one is a gold digger with a capital G)

Marianne has been sitting at the bar, repelling Roland’s advances while also keeping half an eye on the poor guy sitting in a booth with a woman who could challenge Roland for the title of World’s Worst Date.

She decides to kill two birds with one stone.

Knocking back the last of her drink she storms over to Bog’s table, the picture of fury. She points a finger at him and demands, “You miserable jerk! I looked all over Las Vegas for you! You think you can just marry a girl with Elvis as witness and then run off with some floozy?!”

Bog is too stunned to respond. His date is trying and failing to interrupt. Roland is frozen halfway to the booth, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“And you!” Marianne turns on Bog’s date, “You little homewrecker! You think you can just swoop in and steal my man when my back is turned?!”

Marianne picks up the woman’s drink and throws it in her face.

After a second or two of consideration she picks up Bog’s drink and throws it in Roland’s face.

Roland and the woman retreat, dripping and aghast.

Marianne slides into the booth, across from Bog. “Hi, I’m Marianne. You looked like you needed an escape plan.”

Bog stares.

“You okay?” Marianne asks, starting to feel self-conscious. The guy had really nice eyes.

“Why would I ever cheat if I was married to you?” Bog blurted out.

[waokevale]

Sanders Sides

-The Snow Queen AU-

[In this ver. The Frost King]

I just had to do this one after I reconnected with the book, yet...I made some major changes (big ones) for the roles to be more interesting and fitting, not just random I suppose.

[ If you haven't read the book, and wish to do so...I suppose it does quite matter for you to understand more but do as you wish from that point.........]

This version of the story is happening in the beginning of The 18th Century, and the characters who play the roles of the ones from the story, or have changed/replaced roles with suposedly similiar Input here are:

• Kai - Remus - (The boy who was the victim of the broken mirror’s fiendish shard.)

• Gerda - Roman (The main protagonist, i suppose)

[In the original story Kai and Gerda are not quite related but are as close as siblings can be, in this one although, of course the twins are, well...the twins.]

  • Instead of the Grandmother we have the father of the boys, that no one, literally no one would guess who plays the role of him.......Patton...!

• After that, there is also Logan, who gets the role of being The Frost King, The Cursed Frost King in fact (and by cursed I mean he literally pissed someone off [or broken their heart...] centuries before and they turned him into an ice dude)

• Speaking of curses and magic, Janus is the young Sorcerer instead of the Elder Sorceress from the canon story. And in this verse, let's say that Sorcerers are Immortal beings like vampires, because I felt like it, and let's say he's like... approximately 957 y.o

Janus in this version does not keep Roman for a while, because he is a really bored selfish prick, but because he is desperate and genuinely still sad from the time he lost his own kid (guess who that might be...If you know my obsession with familial anxceit you already know who I’m talking about, yes..) Virgil. 

[And no, Virgil is not dead as you see in the fanart, he is cute, alive and well.]

• Speaking about him, he is intended to replace the role of the robber girl. But in this version he was stolen from his Pa/Ma one Summer night...

He didn't age at all because...Well, I just said it, Janus is immortal and Vee in this one is actually his biological kid, so Virgil himself is like 53 y.o

• Pryce and Valery are the Prince and the Princess in the upper corner of the picture. (They are meant to be siblings here)

In the other corner are Thomas and Talyn playing the roles of these magical Finn and Lapp people. (I honestly have no idea how else to call them)

And the Crow and the Raindeer are Remy and Emile, because why not.

[To put it simply, like in the canon of TSS no one here is evil (well except the douchebags of Virgil's kidnappers, but they are not canon characters)]

Also before all of that, I wanted to have a little summery and explanation of some of the situations and short stories from this au

-Remus at first is quite a dork (heh) but really he is a pretty friendly and goofy kid, sure he is quite strange in general but he does show love and affection towards his family (well until the shard of The Mirror got stuck in his eye)

-Logan used to be a Prince from the 10th Century who supposedly felt no emotions and was like a stone husk, or a living statue as people used to say, which made his father desperate enough to the point, he literally set up a very great award for anyone who would make him.. feel something in that matter (The emotionlessness was more of an odd and quite unrealistic version of depression, as to be portraid) 

-There was one and only one person who succeded in the act and in which fell head over hills for him in the process actually (before the magic mirror of evils broke into pieces, one of the first ones then fell into his own eyes, destroying all the progress and hurting the one who loved him the most, who was the very exact person who freed him from his deep shelled abyss before.) 

[I’m not going to say who that was, you’ll have to figure it out by yourself, if you even bother, that is of course]

-Patton is a single father (wow)

He actually managed to find a way into the Garden of Enternal Summer when he was a kid and... As I quote myself:

 “ As a faint Memory, The boy saw the most Elegant and quite The most Beatiful man he’d ever seen, yet with a face halfly scarred with scales as if one cursen upon his soul, his outfit too as his posture spoke was vastly gorgeous, painted mainly in golden and black, but what was yet even more so intriguing, was what he held under his arms, ever oh so gently as it were a small and fragile feather. It in fact..quite was at some point, as it was a small child, very young actually from what it seemed...An Infant it was. The man then walked up to him and offered him his hand, one that wasn’t either of his main two, but nonethless he did so and shared one of the warmest of smiles too, no living creature, no beast nor no man would at this point decline and reject his proffer.”

[Yeah...I’m not good with poetry, especially as English despite it all is my second language...I’m even worse with my main one, so eh.]

Buuut he eventually left either way, so..

[Almost no one could find the secret pathway into the Garden of the Enternal Summer as it was well hidden behind the forests, lakes, caves and mountains. So Roman and his family were quite lucky at this point.]

That is all for now I suppose, I have only one question though...

-Roman is a very sweet kid who talks with animals and plants (but let’s make it a bit more realistic here, the plants do not respond in this version and he is confused but still continues to do so) He is although flawed because a character without flaws is like...A Pizza without the Sauce or a Knife without its blade, blunt and boring that is. Yeah...He has anger issues and is quite impatient and stubborn which is interpreted in both good and bad ways.

-Virgil was gifted with a flower magical hair clip (to help him whenever he was in trouble), a violet scarf and a guardian pet Goliath Birdeater Spider shafed like a Purple Pinktoe Tarantula to protect him from any dangers.

Do you think this is an interesting AU?

[sasstrash]

Please forgive me I've been super focused on school

The Silent Queen 6; A Royal Morning

Raven woke up the same she always did - quietly. No one ever really noticed her until she was outside her room and hallway back in the castle but at school, people smiled and waved at her the second she left her dorm with Maddie. She guessed that the news of her arrival had spread and a lot of people wanted to know the daughter of the Evil Queen. Raven grimaced at the thought, she would have preferred not to be known at all. To just be a minor character in a smaller story. With a happy ending. But that wasn’t who she was, she was Raven Queen and this was her life.

Walking down the corridors to the castleteria was mostly uneventful aside from all the other students who continued looking at her and pointing things out. It was times like these that she wished she could hear. But then again she wasn’t sure how well she’d adjust to suddenly being able to hear. The castleteria itself is big and crowded with white lighting that made everything look brighter than what Raven was used to, many eyes looked over to her and Raven felt herself subconsciously tug at a lavender streak in her hair. This was going to be a long school year.

Cerise stood up and waved over at the pair of newcomers from her table where she sat with Cedar, Hunter, and a few girls who Raven vaguely remembered from yesterday who had been with that blonde- Apple, Apple White. The next Snow White, the one Raven would eventually have to poison. Raven stopped moving for a second at the thought of her destiny. Eyes wide she almost started to shake until Maddie lightly poked her shoulder, pointing to the castleteria’s food table. Raven straightened and followed her roommate and best friend to grab breakfast.

At home, she usually just walks into the kitchen. Chef made pancakes most mornings with berries from the nearby forest and honey on top. Raven always loved those pancakes, even if she had them almost every day. Raven quickly put a few slices of bacon on her plate smiling at the staff before grabbing some fruit salad and a couple of waffles and left to follow Maddie over to Cedar’s table. Most people moved out of the way to let the two girls pass through in order to get to their table. If Raven was being honest she had expected more students to run away from her when she arrived, and yet they all seemed to be completely enamoured by her. Weird. Maybe it was because she hadn’t shown up for regular school until this year, or because no one knew what she looked like (she avoided mirror phones and rarely left the castle grounds), or maybe none of them knew much about deaf people. Or maybe all three. By the time she and Maddie sat down, Raven was already exhausted, and she hadn’t even gone to class yet!!

‘Morning Rae, how was your first night at EAH?’ Cerise signed over to her childhood friend. Raven smiled at the nickname, Cerise had given it to her when they were about six, very soon afterwards Raven and Cerise began talking more over chats with their mirror phones as Cerise started elementary school while Raven began to be castleschooled. The two would work on video chats every now and again to keep sign language in Cerise’s vocabulary, (usually with a little help from Ramona too, but it’s not like they could talk about that it was a secret!) so the two stayed connected no matter where they were.

‘It’s been good Cher,’ another nickname that had come from their younger years ‘you know after the whole Headmaster situation me and Maddie set up our dorm. It was definitely different from the castle or your place’ Raven concluded before picking up her fork. She really was hungry after skipping dinner last night. As the others smiled at her she felt a warm fuzzy feeling wash over her, these were her friends, some through childhood, some through the others and they all loved her. She was loved, at least she was now but once she became, that she wouldn’t be. Her smile began to dim just a tad as she bit into her waffle. She shook it off before looking at the three girls she didn’t know the names of. ‘Oh sorry I almost forgot, I’m Raven, and you guys are?’ she asked the brunette in pink, the platinum blonde in white and the ginger with green eyes. Each one smiled at her as brightly as her friends, if not a bit brighter, they were probably princesses, Raven thought to herself before each one signed their names.

‘Briar Beauty’ The girl in all pink signed with slightly tired eyes. Raven immediately made the connection to the Sleeping Beauty Story, it took a lot for her not to frown, that was always such a sad tale, sleeping for a hundred years would mean losing the people she loved. Even still Raven could see that something else was turning in her mind, maybe she’d get to see what that was.

The ginger signed after ‘Ashlynn Ella it’s nice to meet you!’ she had the brightest smile that Raven had seen from the trio. Cinderella’s daughter her mind added in, another story with a happy ending but a tragic beginning, she couldn’t imagine losing both of her parents. Then again it was better than being imprisoned in a mirror, or being forced to dance in hot iron shoes until death, or being crushed by a boulder after falling off of a cliff. Raven’s thoughts were broken as she saw that Ashlynn was sitting very close to Hunter, who seemed to be completely focused on her, the dork had a crush, which seemed to be mutual. If Raven could speak well she would have laughed.

‘I’m Darling Charming but you can call me Darl for short’ The Platinum Blonde signed last as she gave a simple polite smile. Like the one that Raven had been taught to use for visitors and knights when she was younger. A female born Charming? She had heard of it before but it wasn’t common, most of them became small-time princesses with small kingdoms, or took over for the Charming Kingdom when the time came. It would be interesting Raven thought to see where her destiny leads her, after all, Darling definitely had the most open book story out of all of them.

‘It’s nice to meet all of you’ Raven signed before continuing ‘So.. has anyone gotten a schedule, I still haven’t’ It hadn’t been a big surprise to her though, she supposed no one had accounted for her deafness and they might have had to remake her schedule. After she mentioned it though she saw Cedar hit her head with her hand. “Ugh, I almost forgot,” she muttered to the group before pulling out a piece of paper. ‘Here Raven, I passed the headmaster and he asked me to give this to you, don’t worry he only had to reschedule two subjects!’ she finished passing the note over. Raven sent a grateful smile to her friend thank goodness for Cedar on the top of the paper a note was written with a schedule underneath. It read:

Dear Ms. Queen; first of all, I’d like to apologize for not being aware of this sooner, in the short time we’ve been given I was able to find some students to help you translate in each class. However, just in case most classes have an extra student who understands sign language. Below is your schedule, I hope you enjoy your time here at Ever After High.

Sincerely,

Headmaster Grimm

Breakfast: 6:30-8:30

Block one: Geografairy with Professor Jack B. Nimble (assisted by Cerise Hood) 8:45-9:30

Block two: Beast Training and Care with Professor Poppa Bear (assisted by Dexter Charming) 9:35-10:20

Block three: General Villainy with Professor Badwolf (assisted by Ramona Badwolf) 10:25-11:10

Block four: Math with Dr. King Charming (assisted by Ashlynn Ella) 11:15-12:00

Lunch: 12:00-12:45

Block five: History with Professor Rumpilstilskin (assisted by Madelyn Hatter) 1:00-1:45

Block six: Spellcasting and Potions with Professor Baba Yaga (assisted by Cedar Wood) 1:50-2:35

Block seven: Grimmnastics with Coach Gingerbreadman (assisted by Darling Charming) 2:40-3:25

Block eight: Art with Professor Card (assisted by Meshell Mermaid) 3:30-4:15

Dinner may be had at any time after this, as can counselling with Baba Yaga or Mother Goose. Lights out is at 10:30

Raven smiled at the schedule she only didn’t know two of the names on here. She was nervous to start her time at EAH but as long as she had good grades and a clear head she was sure she would do fine.

Notes:

I am really sorry this took so long, I kept forgetting about it because of school and COVID. btw if anyone knows how to make a master post and pin it could you please let me know? I would like to be able to do that. I also just got an AO3 account so I might post on there.

Taglist For The Silent Queen:

@virgil-is-a-cutie @justafanwarrior @bee-a-garbage-shipper @spicybelladonna @starrry-nites @tired-butterfly @insomniac-nerd-posts-things @themagicmistic @a-star-with-a-human-name @futursworld @pepelachanel @me-with-a-z-and-double-the-e @wolf-for-life

@iz-bell-saiah @thebookwormfairy @fantasiame

[boop-le-snoot]

PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 24

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TWs/Summary: The party, finally. Nerds be nerds. They're all dorks tbh. Booze and partying. Clint is a disaster. Natasha is a queen. I beg for comments from y'all cuz I'm short on serotonin 🥺🥺🥺💚✨

This is a Spotify playlist I made for the first half of the party. Sets the mood 😌

The party was booming, the room was flooded with a large amount of people dressed in various extravagant outfits. It was enough to sweep my eyes over the crowd only once to take notice of the thought and money people had put into their outfits. I hardly noticed any cheesy "angel/devil" or "sexy cat" ensembles, my eyes caught on gemstones and feathers and floor-length gowns instead.

First Avenger to catch my eye was Thor - only because the people surrounding him barely held back from drooling. Hell, I did a spit-take: the usually graceless giant stood casually posted at one of the snack tables, wearing silver robes embroidered with tiny sparkling gemstones; a sleek, angular crown rested atop his head, his blonde hair was longer, lighter and straight. One look at his ears and the realisation struck me: Thor was Thranduil, the Elven king. It made sense since Peter had the thunderer hooked on the Lord of the Rings movies a couple of weeks ago...

Both Loki and Wanda cleaned up no less nicely. The Witch was wearing a midi dress, airy and soft, in pastel tones that brought out the natural rosiness of her cheeks and the scarlet undertones glimmering in the strands of her hair. Unlike me, she chose to wear a sparkling tiara, which Loki had created after a short debate - it was an intricate material illusion meant to last for at least ten hours.

Loki himself was a work of art: dark and macabre fantasy painting. I could barely tear my eyes away from the pale, tall man clad in dark green silks and brocade. The candlelight threw shadows on his angular face and his sharp cheekbones stood out more than ever: twenty minutes I spent on convincing him to let me put make-up on his face paid off spectacularly. Flickering lights toyed with the emeralds and forest greens of the shiny silk of his vest, giving Loki an ethereal glow. His eyes shone crimson red, making nearby people throw equally startled and appreciative looks.

As for myself, the stares I got were no more and no less than I expected. The dress I'd been aching to wear fit me perfectly, earthen tones, hand-embroidered blossoms and delicate golden threading. The layers of my skirt were just voluminous enough to give me the extra airy, floating walk, the medium-height platforms of my shoes lightening my step. The ropes securing them to my legs were decorated with flowers so delicate they looked real.

The peak of my outfit took an arm and a leg in bribery of the resident sorcerer-turned-vampire, but in the end, even Loki himself could hardly look away from his creation. An hour of research and some serious magic voodoo shit was what it took for the fluttering fairy wings to sit between my shoulder blades. I felt them as an extension of my own body, and whilst flying was definitely out of the question, I could flicker them and felt the delicate brush of Wanda's fingers as she admired the translucent, blue-green, marble-patterned sheen of pure, concentrated magic.

In hindsight, I should have simply bought a set of pre-made wings and asked Loki to enchant them to move on their own. Hindsight... I wasn't good at that. So, in this moment, with the wings syncing up with my jittery nerves, the shiny traitors shook with the force of stares directed at our little trio. There was an absurd amount of gorgeous people and breathtaking costumes, yet even then, we stood out like Mona Lisa in an indie art gallery. Muted 'woah's and 'oh-my-gods' traveled across the room, turning even more heads towards us.

"And you wanted to wear Walmart," I weakly chuckled in Wanda's direction, seeing her wide eyes and Loki's arm rapidly wrapping around her waist, catching her a brief moment before she stumbled. The trickster looked unimpressed and bored for all the world to see, but to me, the slight twitching of his eyebrow told me he wasn't feeling that much different from us girls either.

"Brother!" Thor gestured us over with a drink in each hand, parting the crowd of people easily.

Noah, et tu? I had no choice but to swallow my unease, hoping my concealer and highlighter did their job and my face hadn't lost the sublime glow I was aiming for. For a girl like me, the Fae aesthetic wasn't easily achieved: naturally, I wasn't innocent, I wasn't playful... However, I was mischievous. Plenty of that.

Spotting a semi-familiar face in the crowd of partygoers, I gave the man a lopsided grin and a wink without actually taking note of who he was. Tonight, I would be a fairy. I would play.

"King," Wanda mock-bowed with a laugh, carefully embracing Thor. Even Loki did a brief, composite left-handed tilt with a slight smirk.

"Where's the rest of the gang?" I giggled, immediately making grabby hands for the nearest brightly coloured, fruity concoction that fell into my eyesight. Being sober at a party was not something I had planned to be: first drink went down like water as Thor explained the whereabouts of our various friends.

"Steven and James are with Lady Natasha, there is a knife-throwing contest outside on the patio," As soon as those words left his mouth, Loki immediately perked up, not-so-subtly turning his torso towards the large open area.

"Go," I ushered him. "Win us something, good sir," With a chuckle of my own, I grabbed Wanda by the hand for both of us to give a chaste good luck kiss to each of Loki's cheeks. He smiled as I threw a tiny amount of sparkles at him, shouting "GOOD LUCK!" to his retreating back.

"Princess?" I heard a curious voice pipe up behind me, an arm carefully wrapping itself under my wings. Said arm jerked as the sensitive matter of my wings fluttered away from the touch, shivers running down my spine and making me shuffle in place awkwardly.

"Tickles," I breathed out, voice pitched.

Tony's utterly perplexed face came into view as he gave me an open-mouthed once-over. "Darling..." He cleared his throat. I had managed to rob Tony Stark of his words! "You look... Exquisite." His eyes critically surveyed the amount of make-up and glitter on my face before he lifted the inside of my wrist, touching his lips to the pulse point for two long seconds, stealing my breath away with the simple, intimate gesture. It was by far more powerful than having to get glitter out of his beard if he'd kissed me on the lips, or even on the cheek.

"Congratulations, you've caught a Fae," I grinned mischievously, my own eyes widening at the amount of tiny little details on Tony's costume. Delicate, moving clockwork gears and metals interwoven with dark brown, harsh leather; he wore a tophat decorated with a pair of glasses and both his arms and harnesses had moving details of polished, dull-grey chrome. It was unreal, like Tony had stepped out of a Steampunk graphic novel, like he'd just got done filming the Wild West movie. "Nerd," I affectionately brushed my fingers - glitter-free hand - along the handlebar mustache he'd grown out.

Tony spoke over Thor's laughter, pressing himself closer to me, this time careful around my wings. "Do I get to make a wish?"

"Don't be rude, Tony. The Fair Folk should be treated with politeness and respect," Bruce's amused voice signaled his arrival before I even saw him. His costume and Tony's complimented each other: whereas Tony the wngiy obviously was some sort of inventor, Bruce was a doctor, or perhaps, a chemist. Instead of moving gears, he had an array of brightly coloured vials attached to a gold-and-green embroidered belt, and a single monocle replaced his usual rectangular glasses. The scientist gallantly raised my palm to his lips, fighting a smile of his own. Utter nerds! "You're the most beautiful thing in this room, Princess. Everyone can't take their eyes off you," With that, a brief, bright flash of green blinked in his eyes and then I knew, Bruce and Hulk would be on my back, watching out for me wherever I would decide to go.

The knots in my back, in my stomach, slowly began to unwind, the feeling accelerated by the warmth of alcohol sitting low in my belly. I was happily sandwiched between my two men, chatting with Wanda and Thor, nibbling on the spooky treats that Tony's catering services had provided. They were delicious.

Sam appeared, dragging a flushed Clint in tow. The archer had evidently gotten well into his drinks, seeing as he was holding a horn in one hand whilst the other still barely held onto his head. Despite the costume fail, he seemed to be having the time of his life.

"We need glue," Sam announced, smiling in our direction. "Well, hello, ladies," Briefly, abandoning his bird bro, Sam kissed a giggling Wanda on the cheek and wrestled one of my hands from Tony to peck it, too. "My, my eyes have been so blessed!"

"What are you?" Wanda asked the man curiously, pointing at his... a sort of toga, brown leather shoes that looked more like hooves and a crown of... grapevine?

"Dionysus," Sam mock-bowed, "And this is my Pan. Who happens to be a lightweight and enjoys annoying witches that can throw knives with scary precision!" The man announced, annoyed, whilst Clint just drunkenly giggled as he was helped by Thor - the Asgardian-Elf was doing something to the archer's headdress and putting the wonky horn back in its place, hands steady despite Clint's swaying and squirming.

"Classy," I toasted Sam. "Who's the knife-throwing witch?"

"Natasha," He grabbed a drink of his own. "She went as Yennefer, both fossils are Witchers and Pietro is Jaskier. He looks like a proper court jester in that purple... Thing," The dark man was giggling, too, somewhat tipsy.

"The Ass of America could fit his sizeable rear end in leather pants? How much KY jelly did they use?" Tony snorted mockingly as all of us laughed. I remembered seeing an interview with Henry Cavill and his troubles regarding the leather pants - Tony's question was valid and you can fuckin' quote me on that.

"Man, don't ask me. I've already seen more than enough of him and Barnes in the supply closet," Sam winced, downing the remainder of his drink in one go.

"And what were you doing in the supply closet, Wilson?" Natasha was absolutely breathtaking in the black mesh dress. Pietro next to her looked like a masquerade attendee - in a good way. He had gone with the video game version of Jaskiers outfit and was a bright addition to or our mostly black and pastel coloured party.

Sam grumbled something unintelligible, striking a conversation with Pietro and Clint, pulling the rest of us into it one by one. People came by and went, saying their hellos and asking to take pictures - the party was attended by mostly SI and trusted SHIELD employees with the exception of a few B-level celebrities Tony knew personally, no press was allowed beyond their designated area so all of us could afford some degree of frivolity.

Steve and Bucky - oh my God their costumes were tight - shared kisses and heated glances over the tops of our heads. Bruce's hand snuck under the highest part of my skirt, caressing my legs and Tony's soft pecks on the top of my head filled me with the warmest sense of adoration. Loki, being the gentleman he was, had won both me and Wanda each a stuffed spider which we gracefully accepted, thanking the trickster with a dance.

Or three. Wanda went first, eyes sparkling and smile ten miles wide as she soaked up the admiration, the envious stares of the people in the room. The witch looked simply stunning, she was glowing, and Loki next to her shared the sentiment wholeheartedly - a small grin decorated his face, eyes kindest I'd ever seen them. In that moment, Wanda truly was a princess.

Three and a half drinks in, I swayed gently to the music, unbothered by the smile creeping on my face as I watched the two magical people dance and mingle. "You're as smooth as Tennessee whiskey..." Singing along was a pesky habit of mine that manifested itself after a certain amount of liquor circulated through my system. It wasn't like I was a bad singer - my parents had made me take music classes until I was sixteen - but it was generally an embarrassing moment nonetheless. In that moment, I didn't give a damn. "You're as sweet as strawberry wine..." Trust Tony to pick the kind of music I actually knew and liked.

A flash of purple and my glass was snatched out of my hand and promptly downed. Shamelessly grinning, Pietro gave me a look with that cocky tilt of his lips, blonde hair in utter disarray. "That your work?" He nodded towards the dancing couple, giving the empty glass to Bruce who was now watching my swaying with a careful eye.

"My and Loki's," I replied dryly."Thank you," Pietro replied sincerely. "Wanda needed this," Briefly looking me over (fuckin' glitter! I was missing out on so many hugs!), the blonde settled on squeezing my hand between his own. "May I steal your lady for a dance?" He addressed Bruce, seeing as Tony was immersed in a conversation with some dude dressed as Marty from Back to The Future. IT department, maybe?

"You may, but no funny business," Bruce looked godly in his outfit with the stern expression: eyebrows drawn together, lips pursed and irises having just a tinge of green. Hulk watching me added an unexpected sort of spice to our interactions. It made me feel...

"Let's go, Printsesa," Pietro unceremoniously dragged me to the dancefloor, all but stomping over other people's feet, shoes, tails and various other accessories. Boys will be boys... And we danced, and we laughed - until Loki and Wanda floated over to us, promptly swapping partners with fluidity I didn't expect from either of the twins. I watched Pietro spin Wanda with a smile as the Witch shrieked and cursed at her overenthusiastic brother.

"How's it going, Lokes?" I addressed the resident vampire, placing an arm on his shoulders. Tall ass bastard.

"Better than I expected," He admitted. "Although I cannot say I appreciate intoxicated Midgardian males."

"Nobody likes drunk dudes," I rolled my eyes. "I've lost count how many faces I've punched and balls busted at parties. They just don't learn."

"Oh, indeed, you're a fighter, little one. How could have I forgotten?" Loki teased me, doing an elaborate twirl to narrowly avoid the slap I was aiming at his chest. Tall, cheeky bastard.

I definitely should have put salt in his tea sugar.

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[echo--flowers--writes]

Manatale Info!

Okay! I'm really excited to introduce you to...

Manatale!

Mana is basically magic in this Au. Everyone has nature based magic.

After the First Monster-Human War, Monsters weren't forced Underground. Instead they were trapped behind a barrier surrounding the forest in the shadow of Mt. Ebott. After their banishment, Mana that once freely flowed through the Earth, disappeared. Once Mana had disappeared Mages began to die out, fading from history alone with the Monsters.

After Monsters are freed, Mana once again flows freely through the Earth. Because of this Mana, Mages began to make a reappearance, their dormant magic building in their SOULs.

However... The sudden influx of magic was to great for the Earth to take and it spawed a massive magical storm that ravaged the Earth.

It stopped raining. Lakes and rivers began to dry. Crops were nearly impossible to grow. Humans blamed the Monsters and Mages for the catastrophe and declared war.

This is where our story begins...

Frisk (Nico) and Chara (Ari): Chara (Ari 14) is the older, more daring, outgoing, mischievous sibling. While Frisk (Nico 13) is the younger, shyer, more level headed (but no less mischievous) sibling. The pair of them are very adventurous and have explored many places, despite their young ages. They heard stories of the mystical forest all their lives, and after the deaths of their aunts, they set out to explore the one place they were forbidden to set foot in. They stumbled through the dense ever forbidding forest before Toriel finds them and leads them to safety. The "game" starts when they enter the forest. Ari, Nico, and Miach are taken in by the Royal Family after they freed Monsterkind from their eternal prison. They are now 19 and 18 respective

Kris (Micah): Ari and Nico's older sibling. Kris (Miach 18) always seems to get dragged into their misadventures. Stoic, quiet, somewhat detached, they can be hard to relate to when you first meet them. Once you get to know them though, they are more prone to show their mischievous side (They're also a huge freaking dork). They love their siblings very much. They're not very keen on physical touch most of the time. They are now 23

Sans (Ike) this quick-witted skeleton is a jokester at heart and always has a joke or a pun at the ready. Despite his playful personality, he knows when it's time to be serious. He's always ready with a metaphorical ear when one of his friends has troubles and is always ready with a smile and a joke to cheer them up. He is much hardier than UT!Sans and he has more endurance.

Papyrus (Arlo): Second command of the Guard and keeper of the puzzles. Arlo is driven, bright, and takes his job very seriously. Like his brother, though, he's always ready with an open arms and a shoulder if he notices someone is having a rough time. His main mission in life is to be kind and protect those who cannot protect themselves.

Gaster (Rune): Not much is known about the mysterious adviser and Royal Scientist to the Royal Family. He is quiet and methodical and, at times cold, but behind the aloof mask, every so often, you can catch glimpses of a caring father and devoted friend. He, along with a team of other brilliant scientists, erected a barrier to protect Monterkind from attacks by the S.T.E.M faction.

Undye(Moxie): After being blinded in both eyes during the second Monster-Human War she took Papyrus in as the second in command, hoping he could take her place as head of the guard one day. Although still headstrong and a bit reckless, she has become more grounded and even tempered after losing her sight.

Alphys(Lumin): While she's still shy as a mouse, she's much more outgoing than her UT! counterpart. Modest to a fault she's not one to brag about her various accomplishments. It takes a while to get her out of her shell but once she starts to trust you, you have a true and loyal friend for life.

Toriel(Florian): The Queen of Monsterkind and Wife of Ragnar. She runs a shelter for orphaned monster and mage children. Can cause all flora life around her to flourish with her magic. She's always willing to lend a paw to those in need, no matter what species. She has always been soft at heart and serious. She will not hesitate to fight for those she cares about. She can be cold to those that don't see eye to eye with her.

Asgore(Ragnar): The King of Monsters and Husband of Florian. He is a kind and fair ruler and father. After the Second Monster-Human War and the creation of the S.T.E.M organization his heart has hardened slightly toward humanity.

Asriel(Lucan): The price of monsters is a kind, gentle SOUL like his father. This teen has devoted his life to helping and protecting his people.

Mettaton(Allegro): he guards the Royal Lab (despite hating it).When he's not there he can be found at the Queen's orphanage, entertaining the children or performing on one of the many stages that call his name.

Monster Kid (Finn): Nico, Ari's and Lucan's best friend. The four of them have been inseparable since childhood. He's energetic, clumsy, and a bit reckless, but his heart is in the right place.

Reader: guarded and rough around the edges from years on the run. They feel it is them against the world and they don't make friends easily. Underneath that tough exterior though… they're understanding and compassionate. They just want to stay safe.

[wandering-across-aminos]

What are your favorite Danganronpa and Genshin Impact characters? Love your work~✨🌟

awww tysm!!! and for faves uuu i have so many... be prepared for a LIST. i’m probably gonna write more for genshin bc. brainrot.

danganronpa: (way too many faves, but i’ll try to pick a few)

- rantaro!! my man who only had 5 minutes of screentime... i simp very hard for him, i am in LOVE with his colour scheme, his clothes and his whole mystery survivor vibe. its so edgy. kodaka you wanted to give him more screentime so pls give more dr season 52 😩

- peko is my favourite girl. sword goth gf... yes please?? she’s so cool... so pretty... and the fact that she love fluffy animals and tries to soften her face when with others hhh Gently Holds 💖 💖

- kirumi... i’m sensing a theme here. i think i’m into calm goth girls. but yeah kirumi is just so elegant and her spiderweb design is so graceful... she’s just overall an incredibly comforting character to me i would wanna spend time w her

- ishimaru!! my fave when i first got into danganronpa. he’s adorable and was really trying very hard to lead and get along w the others. plus the whole keeping nothing but school uniforms in his closet and ironing them daily... he is a jock nerd dork

(other faves: celestia, leon, sayaka, hajime, tenko, maybe nagito?)

genshin impact:

- kaeya. everyone can see this coming from a mile away. the colour scheme. the stupidly impractical fur cape. the knee high boots. the 6th grader edgy wrist glove spikes. the eye patch. this man is so overdesigned and dramatic its sexy. also king bc i love his swordwork and the cryo element. and he’s probably gonna die

- xingqiu, bastard number 2. just... everything abt his personality and backstory. yea he’s super polite heroic chivalrous but also a little shitgoblin who likes to prank his friends. he’s a prodigy rich kid who’s just good at everything he tries. he’s like... what. 15? and he wrote a bestselling book in inazuma and revived a whole martial arts clan just for kicks. immaculate.

- razor BABY. this boy was the first non-starter character to come home to me on my first day and has been carrying the team ever since. all the good weapons artifacts level up materials just go straight to him. he probably smells bad but i would like to brush his hair. and his relationship with klee?? his sweet voicelines??? THE HASHBROWNS???? DUDE. he is the softest most valid boy on earth.

- zhongli. first 5 star i actively tried to roll for and i’m ashamed to say i considered whaling 4 him. he is a refined himbo... wearing a fancy suit and being so cultured but at the same time a broke dumbass. and oh the ANGST in this man... his lore is my favourite out of all the characters i really like having my heart ripped out of my chest. also eyeliner.

- keqing a whole QUEEN. i’ll be honest i didn’t like her at first bc of her design and the super repetitive purple colour scheme but her personality and backstory is amazing. the fact that she’s born into a noble family but worked blue collar jobs to better understand how to improve worker’s rights?? how she can go venturing into the forest for days with only her sword and a single hairpin bc she’s just that badass??? i want to draw her in a suit

- maybe weird but i also really like lumine. i play on jp voiceover, but i am smitten with her english voice! her va did a phenomenal job imo - and i also love her cute expressions! i just think her design is really ethereal and angelic and pretty... also FEMALE PROTAG POWER she is a princess and she deserves the world. and i am LIVING for how the fandom just collectively decided that aether is the nice twin and she’s the feral one

(other faves: hu tao, albedo, scaramouche, venti, amber)

yeah i am thinking abt them too much thank u 4 letting me vent abt them anon i can’t shut up

[magically-strange]

Goblins: "Your majesty, can we [insert crazy shenanigan here]?"

Bog: "Ask yer queen."

Goblins: "Your majesty, can we [insert crazy shenanigan here]?"

Marianne: "You do it, and we'll watch."

Goblins: [crazy shenanigan fails spectacularly]

Bog & Marianne: [laugh butts off]

[ace-malarky]

WIP List Tag #1

@zmlorenz tagged me for this one! Thanks! (and actually! @wannabeauthorzofija tagged me for one that’s similar enough to this that I’m not gonna fill it out again, so here. All the WIPs (apart from the screenplays))

Rules: Share a list of all the stories you’re currently working on, regardless of whether or not you have introduced them to writeblr. 

so like currently working on is really only two, and I may be avoiding working on them by filling out tags, so... I’m apparently gonna run through all of them oops

(these summaries become actively less useful the further down we go)

ACTIVELY WRITING

Expect to Fly - wings, parallel worlds, choices to be made, no you can’t just hide

Dorks ‘n’ Disasters - dnd campaign! religious artefacts gone missing, cities at war with themselves, everyone’s getting sidetracked help they just want to build a travelling zoo (variously findable on my patreon and @dorksndisasters)

I KEEP MEANING TO PICK THIS UP AGAIN

Druid’s Sanctuary - tail end of the Roman invasion of Scotland! Druids! Life on a loch! One very sharp dagger!

VAGUELY PLOTTING

the whole superhero set - they come in twos to Magical Edinburgh, year after year, and find each other and the key to their problems all sort of wrapped up in one neat bastard man (also ft. minor villain redemption, side character time travel, fair folk fuckery, one straight character in a whole cast of queers) (is actually a trilogy and two three spin offs)

So the Bran Rhi Sings - Fair Folk shenanigans! daughter of the lost king has to find her father and herself before local archetypal villain fair solidifies her claim and steals everyone’s name (technically a trilogy)

The Lord Vampire’s Fall - technically-not-a-vampire has stolen his power and his years and his servants. They’re about to wreck his shit up with one carefully chosen victim heroine (the tragedy of being unable to keep it in his pants)

Forget to Fall - the life and loves of Karigan Fletcher in the wake of Expect to Fly. Very gay.

Ghost Wing - the parallel worlds are trying to merge, people are disappearing, and not only is it sort of Ifernia’s fault, she’s p much the only one that can fix it oops

FUCK THEY NEED EDITING

WereCreature Chronicles - people’ve been dragged into a new world and turned into werecreatures. some of them would like to go home, thanks.

Ryngern Shifter - the theocracy may have bitten off more than they could chew when they killed this girl’s parents in front of her and took her to be a thralled shifter.

Mute Herald - how one spy technically fails her mission by falling in love with a user of forbidden magic

Pirate’s Dancer - they’re pirates. she’s a dancer. can I make it any more vague. (she’s trying to get out of the archipelago to go to a Proper Dancer’s Guild, they’re... being opportunistic and maybe undermining the local pirate king bc he’s a prat)

ONE SCENE AND A RAD IDEA

The Master Dance - how one world’s humans worked out how to use magic (and also possibly had some of it stolen from them, idk yet)

Sacrifice - mages are mostly bad, shifters are downtrodden, this girl’s scared but that guy just killed her brother so fuck it it’s dragon time.

The End of Magic - the Alisier in angry beast mode

SoulSinger - Kaithr’s emo roadtrip with uneasy friends

Twisted Tale - the forest fights back? Someone tries to ride a deer through the city? Kaithr didn’t expect this when they tried to do something with their life again

Sky’s Necklace - thieves! lost history! one very tired immortal! returning magic to the world! One (1) pining queer!

Wyvern Caller - story tellers! journeying to get home after being kidnapped by a wyvern xie did technically summon to xir side! also vaguely post-apocalypse! or at least they all live in the ruins of their ancestor’s mistakes lmao

Wyvern Queen - the mistake the ancestors made

Finish What We Started - who says we can’t kill god with three harpies and a lot of spite?

Dichotomy - genderfluid noble child would just like to work out whomst tf is targeting their friends, thank

The Teacher - not-so-triumphant return to the school he used to teach at, angry feral demon in tow. some Fair Folk may be involved

gonna tag @surroundedbypearls, uhhhhh fuck idk man @fields-of-ink? @writingamongther0ses? who wants to do the thing

[abutterflyscribbles]

@magic-and-moonlit-wings @tough-girl9 a prologue of sorts

“Slimy little weasel!”

“What was that, son?”

Bog fumbled with the diary he had been engrossed in. He had not noticed his mother returning from lunch. Restraining himself from shoving the book hastily out of sight, Bog placed the diary back on its shelf and removed the gloves he had been wearing to handle it.

“Nothing, mom!” Bog called back.

He flipped open a random catalog to make it look like he had been working. Just in time, too. His mother stuck her head around the corner, all frizzy red hair and cheerful grin. “Been back here all day? You should come out front and help the customers I brought with me. I met them at the cafe. Such lovely young ladies--”

Bog slammed a stack of cheap paperbacks on the counter, adding onto the wall of books he had been building around himself all days. “You know better than I do where we keep the cheap, sleazy romance novels.”

“Romance never hurt anybody, there's no reason to act like it bit you!”

She flounced off to the front of the shop.

Bog shuffled the stacks of books around a little, trying to get himself to start a new task. He didn't want to. He wanted to take the diary back out and read what happened next. The diary's author, an unknown woman from a hundred or so years ago, had just recorded the incident of her fiancé's betrayal. Bog had never wanted to sock anyone so much before.

He hadn't meant to do more than skim a few pages of the diary to try and get a grasp of its age, condition, and possible value. Opening it to a random page he found an ashamed little entry about the writer leaning to fence on the sly. That had intrigued him enough to start reading from the beginning and work his way through the typical girly drivel so common in these sort of things.

The diary had been one in a series, it seemed, and none of the other volumes had been collected with this one. It had been purchased in a grab bag sort of deal where Bog had gotten a crate of random old books at a discount. There had been nothing else of interest or value in the crate and most of it had been bought up by art students or people looking to decorate their homes with a touch of pretension.

Giving up on working, Bog rearranged the book stacks to screen himself from view and settled back into his chair with the diary carefully open on the table in front of him. The writing after the betrayal of the author's fiancé grew darker and was written in bolder strokes than before. The brief mention of her heartache was not referred to again and the author plunged into a series of wild escapades that resulted in impressive scandals. Challenging her ex to a duel, for example. Or helping her sister elope with an unsuitable young man.

Each incident was sketched in a brief but vivid style that revealed very little personal emotion. Somehow Bog sensed her heartache even through the reckless, carefree dash of her pen. Maybe it was because he knew how it was to throw yourself into other things to avoid painful feelings. Maybe he was just projecting. Whatever the case, Bog wished he could have met this mystery writer. Or at least read the diaries that came after this one. This one ended with her notes on preparation to leave her family home and appeal to an aunt to help her take a house in town. The aunt sounded like quite the character. Bog wished he could hear more about her.

Closing the diary and stretching, Bog sighed. A fragment of someone's life, chipped away from the rest, a crystallized moment. He could look at the broken edges of it and imagine what the rest looked like, but he'd never really know. He admired the fragment of life he did know. She'd been shy and ashamed of who she was and when it came to a breaking point she shed all her doubts and fears and emerged bold, fearless, and truly herself. Admirable. Enviable. Bog could never imagine doing the same.

He'd been unlucky in love himself but unlike the author the blame had fallen entirely on him. He has assumed too much, pushed too much, imagined what wasn't there. He had imagined that a face and personality like his were at all lovable. He'd been painfully silly. While the author of the diary had advanced, Bog had retreated. Back into himself, into sullen in the back of the bookshop. Books were complete creatures. They didn't change on you. You couldn't misunderstand them like people.

Bog reread the last few sentences of the diary. Off on an adventure. Forever just setting off on an adventure. Not having the rest of the diaries in a way made it possible for her to forever been on her adventures, proud and free. Heartbreak and death, they couldn't touch her. Yes, truly an enviable thing.

Over the weeks Bog found himself looking at the diary again and again in his spare moments and even in moments he couldn't spare. Trying to picture the woman who fought for freedom in a world made to cage her.

'You asleep back there?” his mother called from the front of the shop.

“No.” Bog grunted from behind his books.

“Then get out here and help this customer, I'm swamped!”

Bog put the diary away and gritted his teeth. Customer service was his least favorite thing in the world. Especially when the customer was a woman and his mother was making encouraging faces in the background. Today was no different. A woman, probably around Bog's own age, but carrying it better, was loitering impatiently by the counter. She had sharp features and fine lines of cynicisms etched lightly around her mouth and eyes.

“Yes?” Bog asked. He was ready to see her disgust at the sight of him.

“Finally!” the woman said, “I tried calling you people all week! Don't you answer the phone?”

“Apparently not.” Bog could have explained their number had changed at their website hadn't been updated yet but he doubted that would have appeased her.

“Whatever,” she pulled a handful of papers out of the pocket of her leather jacket, “I'm looking for a book--”

“No, really?”

“Drop dead. A particular book. An old diary.”

Bog's heart skipped a beat. She couldn't have meant his. “Yeah, we get some coming through here, but we don't usually hang on to them long. Not much interest.”

“I'm the not much interest. Here's pictures of one of the companion diaries. It should be bound the same if the original cover is intact.”

Bog's heart sank. The picture looked like his diary. The photos of handwriting samples were a perfect match too. He made a split second decision and slapped the photos back on the counter. “Never seen it.”

“And you've read every book in this place?” the woman said, unconvinced.

“Close enough to make no difference.” he said firmly.

He wasn't giving up that diary. That little piece of a person he admired and felt almost like a friend to him. He'd bought it, legal and upfront. He'd no obligation to even admit he owned it.

“C'mon, you aren't even going to point me to your reject bin of worthless old books? All the other places at least had the courtesy to do that.”

“I make no claims to courtesy.”

The woman blew a few strands of reddish-brown hair out of her face. “Look, you oversized grump--”

“You look, tough girl with a Napoleon complex--”

“Napoleon wasn't even short!”

“You don't deny that you are?”

“Like you can even tell! You must bang your head every time you forget to duck going through a door. Look. This diary belongs in my family and I've been trying to track it down. Some great-great-great aunt or something. I've gotten most of the others but--”

“Others?”

“Yeah, all the early volumes and most of the later ones after she left home--”

“The later ones? Really?”

“Yeah—wait,” She gave him a measuring glare, “you do have one, don't you?”

Bog shrugged.

The woman, to Bog's astonishment, blushed. “You . . . you didn't read it, did you?”

Bog shrugged again.

The woman looked as if death would be a blessing. Bog was totally confused. She ran her hand through her short hair and cleared her throat, “Uh, which one—what point of her life—oh, fork it over!”

“Fork what over?” Bog asked with a smirk.

“You've got it, I want it! It belongs to me!”

“Ownership is nine tenths of the law, tough girl. If I have it, that is.”

“I'll break your thumbs. I'll pay you. A lot. Whatever you want.”

“Not interested.”

“Why? What good is a moldy old diary full of sentimental trash?”

“I like her.”

“Beg pardon?”

Now Bog found himself blushing. “I mean, the one who wrote it. She's—she was interesting. I like her. Her adventures. I like her adventures. She was obviously someone pretty unique and special and I like having that little glimpse into her life . . .”

The woman was red as a beet. From anger, Bog assumed. “You do have it! And please, she was a silly little idiot. Or—or so family legend has it.”

“She was extraordinary.” Bog insisted.

“Extraordinarily silly!”

“You've got the later volumes, right? Have you even read them? She was brave and steadfast and fought like mad for what she thought was right in a time in history where she was expected to sit down and shut up!”

“I hate you!”

“I'm not so foud of you either, tough girl!”

“Just give me the book! I'm putting together a family history thing and I want it for an exhibit. Yeah. An exhibit.”

“Can I make a copy?”

“No!”

“No deal.”

“What will it take, you cockroach?”

“Let me read the later diaries.”

“What? No way! No chance!”

“No deal.”

“Anything else!”

“Not interested.”

“You—I'll—I'll be back!”

The woman crammed her papers back in her pocket and stormed out of the shop.

Bog, avoiding the eyes of the other customers, stalked back to his desk, oddly flustered. He was angry at himself. He'd run smack into the descendant of the woman in the diary and he hadn't even gotten any contact information about her or the exhibit. Idiot. Some manners might have gone a long way, but no, he had to snap and growl. Idiot.

Bog looked at the diary. “I bet you'd dislike me as much as your grand-niece does, if you two are anything alike.”

[gilbirda]

When Marianne finds Roland in the arms of another woman on the wedding day she flies away from her castle, trying to ease the pain in her chest. A miscalculation that took her off course made her land on the Dark Forest for the second time that day,  and right into an horde of goblins… and their King.

…Or the Canon-Divergence we deserved.

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Chapter 23: EPILOGUE

Marianne had rehearsed this. She could do it. She was born to do it. She was more than prepared.

I can do this, she reminded herself and took the first step to her future.

Well, she was just being melodramatic. Of course, this was nothing more than a formality. She was born to succeed her father, and with his age, her coronation was more than due. She was well loved by all, and since her anti-racist act she had been delighted to find her popularity skyrocketing.

Obviously, not everyone was pleased by her “too modern” style of leadership. For some, she was a threat to their culture, a foolish child whose aim was to “destroy all tradition” and let their Lands succumb under savages’ anarchy. How could she throw generations of traditions out of the window just for one puerile dream?

How could she love a goblin?

Some accused her of treason, of being a depraved sick bastard, of wasting her beauty. Some wanted her to give up the throne because who would want a tainted fairy to be Queen? Fortunately, those who chose to be blind to Bog’s good qualities were few; and when the people, her people, supported her decisions full on and didn’t back their demands - with time, they simply disappeared from the picture.

They resigned from their Council positions as a protest, claiming that they refused to offer counsel to such a broken dictator; but when Marianne’s first rules as Queen tilted the people’s opinion in her favor, her engagement with the Dark Forest’s King was unquestionable. And the fools didn’t get their seats back.

“Who are you?” her father asked her before everyone gathered on the Castle’s outside grounds. She wanted to make this an outdoor event, as the weather was perfect, to allow everyone who desired to come would be able to.

“I am Marianne, daughter of Dagda and Violet, rulers of the Fields.”

Dagda nodded and signaled to a fellow fairy to bring a wooden case. She knew what was inside, but she had never actually seen it. It was tradition to pledge on the crown, for the woman, and on the sword, for the male. As she was going to be crowned alone, they chose a middle ground that could be a symbol of power for her alone and that if she (when she) got married, she didn’t have to adapt for it.

The King opened the beautiful case to reveal a even more beautiful shining sword that rested inside in soft violet petals. Marianne felt a tear wanting to get out of her eyes at the detail.

The sword was fitting to belong to a ruler, that was clear. In structure, the weapon was functional to be wielded, as the blade looked sharp and balanced for her body type. She could already see herself swinging it around like it was an extension of her arm.

But what really caught the eye was the silver pommel inlaid with gold and pieces of polished rocks that were invaluable. They were weaved around where her hand would rest, mimicking butterfly wings like hers. She blinked and watched closer, noticing fine details that weren’t usually seen in fairy decoration.

Thin tree branches surrounded the wings like fine veins, not crushing them but making another protective layer as well as supporting structure for the untouched wings. She recognized those spiky specimens, of course she did. Bog rescued her once when she got stuck with her enormous wings back in the Dark Forest.

With this knowledge, she looked back at the polished stones and noticed one that was also familiar - an amber resting in the center on the handle. It wasn’t that big, and it didn’t outshine the other stones from her native Fields. Instead, it made the colors really pop.

She couldn’t dwell much on the discovery as her dad continued talking like time hadn’t stopped for her.

“Do you, Mariane, daughter of the Fields, and my daughter, accept this as a symbol of your power to guide and protect your people and to honor your ancestors?”

She put her right hand on the sword and looked at her father in the eyes. “I do.”

“Do you promise to rule with your head?”

“I do,” she smiled, still trying to look serious enough.

“Do you promise to rule with your heart?”

Marianne really wanted to quickly look at the place she knew he was going to be, but kept her eyes on her father. “I do.”

Dagda smiled too. Then, he took the sword from the case and put it between them in vertical position before lowering it and offering the weapon to his daughter. She took it without hesitation and for a little moment marveled at the way it fit perfectly in her hands. Marianne gave her father one final look before turning back to her subjects, sword high in the air, and proclaimed her new status:

“I am Queen Marianne of the Fairy Fields!”

“Long live the Queen!” everyone shouted in response before bowing before for their new ruler. A few of the attendants didn’t bow, but she didn’t care.

Instead of giving them the pleasure of her attention, she looked up to the invited goblins that were riding fireflies above their heads. She quickly spotted Griselda, always smiling and enthusiastic, and besides her…

Bog smiled and bowed briefly to her, visibly proud of her and happy for his fiancée. Were those tears in his eyes? From the distance she couldn’t be sure, but she made a mental note to mock him about it later, once things had calmed down a bit.

People started then to clap happily for their Queen, her sister and Sunny being the loudest in the crowd. Of course.

Marianne took a deep breath and looked down at her sword, softly caressing the amber on the heart of the butterfly. It was a cute detail, and now those suspicious times when her father and Bog disappeared for hours finally made sense. She snorted.

She looked up to her people (they had always been her people, now it was just official) and wondered if she would have been this happy and complete if things were different. If she hadn’t found out about Roland. If she hadn’t met Bog.

Marianne shook her head and stepped down to greet her subjects. It was stupid to wonder what it would have been. This was the life she had chosen for herself, despite the ups and downs, and despite the pain she had to endure to get here.

But guess what? She would gladly live through it again if it meant getting up to this point. Because as she watched Bog softly fly down to her and take her hands on his, she knew that she had found the reason for all the heartbreak.

“You did it, Tough Girl,” he whispered for only them to hear.

“We did it,” she smiled and snaked the hand that wasn’t still grasping the sword around the goblin’s neck, successfully pulling him down for a kiss.

“Hey -” he started to protest, as obviously it wasn’t the moment for this, but she grumbled something like “shut up and kiss me, dork”. He felt compelled to do so, because who can deny a Queen?

And as they kissed, the room exploded into even louder applauses.

Wild thing, I think I love you.

But I wanna know for sure.

C’mon, hold me tight.

I love you.

[apparitioned]

( kiana lede / demi girl ) CLARISSA KING is 24 years old and is a SENIOR at thales university. she is majoring in LITERATURE and is known for being THE FALLEN ANGEL as she can be LOYAL and HARDWORKING as well as COLD and SPITEFUL. every time i see them, they remind me of A SINKING SHIP IN A STORM, A STRAIGHT-A REPORT CARD. ( liv / 21 / she/her / gmt+8 )

HELLO GANGGGG tis admin liv !! finally doing shit !! DSHDSKDFH this is such an incoherent intro but here’s this absolute bitch <3

BASICS.

name. clarissa king

nickname. clary

gender identity. demi girl

pronouns. she/they

birthday. january 16th (i’m too dumb to calculate the birth year <3)

age. 24

height. 5′8″

sexual identity. bisexual

romantic identity. biromantic

pets. none

likes.  fashion, dogs

dislikes. the ocean, the future

interests. writing

CONNECTION.

clarissa was steven’s longtime girlfriend. the two began to date during their last year of high school, decided to go to the same college together and have stuck by each other’s sides ever since. before steven’s death, they were already looking for apartments to live in after graduation. it is rumored that he was planning on proposing to her, as evidenced by the ring found in his room, which she now wears as a necklace.

HISTORY.

( trigger warnings: death, disappearance, grief )

clarissa was always the center of attention, and that was how she preferred it. an only child with a high intelligence and a good work ethic to match, she was destined to be the ‘golden girl’ in her parents’ and teachers’ eyes.

she certainly looked like she had the world on a string. she enjoyed being among the popular kids in every school she transferred to, both among the student body and the faculty. it certainly made her pretty full of herself, but she was always kind to the people she liked.

this climb upward only peaked in her senior year. she was prom queen, was accepted to thales university in the coming year and was awarded salutatorian. she would, in any other circumstance, be furious that she only came second place in her graduating class. she can’t be too mad though; after all, the valedictorian was her boyfriend, steven walker. and she couldn’t be more proud.

they decided to both attend thales university, not wanting to be separated from the other after graduation. even their majors didn’t differ too far from each other, both falling under arts in some way, so their years spent together in the university only made them much stronger as a pair. they were regarded as a power couple, with no doubt in anyone’s minds that the both of them will go far in life.

clarissa did have one worry, though. of course she’s heard of the disappearances of nana mun and alexandria blackwell. she trusted that steven would keep himself safe as he dedicated his precious spare time trying to solve these mysteries. she trusted him, she did, but she was always worried that he’d poke his nose into too many things and get himself into trouble.

the last time she saw him was on the night of october 31st, 2020, after he dropped her off her dorm after their study date night. looking back, she thinks nothing was amiss - he was acting the way he usually did, the same dork she always knew him to be, promising to see her again the next day.

the entire morning of november 1st, she didn’t hear a peep from him. no text, no call, no post on social media. she brushed it off, thinking he probably had an all nighter and was still sound asleep. it was after noon struck and she saw nana mun’s tweet that she grew worried, panicked. something was wrong.

she spent the day looking for him, calling him, her fears growing more and more as the hours passed. finally, just after midnight, someone contacted her - only to inform her that steven’s body was found by the edge of the forest.

it was as if she changed overnight. gone was the warmer clarissa, who was a little too confident of herself but always gave chance to others, who still smiled and was willing to tutor those who struggled. she became closed off, snapping at anyone who came across her, looking to blame someone, anyone for steven’s death - though, she blamed herself the most for not looking for him sooner. her test scores suffered similarly, plummeting as she struggled to deal with her grief.

she knows she has to pull herself together, and she’s trying to now, using her schoolwork as a way to distract herself. her old warmth never returned, though, and she now spends her own spare time trying to solve the mystery of nana mun - after all, it was important to steven. she may as well see it through.