#specify verse if you wish

[zeitlosleben]

like for a one-liner? they’re free, and you can dispose of it at any time.

[ccaptain]

H:SR Kaeya not considering himself human at all but experiencing the human phenomenon and absorbing traits and developing part of himself along with the people he spends most time with… developing his sassiest side with Aviv, exploring the cheekier and playful side of him with Sampo, sharing a single braincell with Sasu's Boothill…………….. I bite my hands and scream at the sky because this is a thing he doesn't notice but I DO. I DOOOOOOOOOOOO

[villains4hire]

"I'll swallow your screaming throat, you sick bastard."

[etheries1015]

Hellooo 1st I just wanna say that I love how you write! The fics you post almost always puts a smile on my face when I’m stressed and I just wanna thank you for that <3

Anyways I’ve been accidentally rizzing my friends up lately on accident with sweet words and I ended up thinking what would the biggest tsundere (literally) in twst do with an s/o who’s very generous with compliments and poetic with words and is shameless with how cheesy they can sound sometimes

I’m so sorry if my request is too vague huhu, have a good day! <3

THHAANNKK YOU *SMOOCHES* *GNAWS ON UR LEG* I LOVE U and may happier and less stressful times come ahead for you!

although you didn't specify which character...I picked who I believe to be the top three tsudneres of the game. Heuheuehu.

The prefects muse~

In which you find yourself utterly bemused by him, throwing out compliments and lines of infatuation that leave him a flustered wreck. How does he react to someone as valiantly passionate as you regarding your sweet words of honey?

Featuring: Idia, Riddle, Azul

Idia

Idia convinced himself you were just another introverted loser who had no care in your mind for other people, keeping to yourself, enjoying video games, and always open for degernate hours of playing video games.

what he did NOT know he was signing himself up for, was some sort of weird poet club bullshit. Yet there he was, sitting on the couch of the ramshackle dorm playing away at the new console he had gifted you he could feel your gaze burning the back of his head. Turning around slowly and almost with dread, your shit-eating grin blinded him with words of sweet-sweet cringe.

"Watching you play video games you can truly see how serious you are, it's adorable," Idia groaned with cheeks burning a bright shade of pink, burrying himself into the couch, "Ah~ I wish you would look at me like that, with such passion..."

"ugh..whhyy..." Idia murmured embarrassingly avoiding your gaze and remaining strong in holding himself together at your routine daily compliments.

"I can't help it!" You cried out theatrically, "Idiiaa...I can be like a video game. Play me, too!" That comment broke something inside of him that was supposed to be stayed hidden, his blue hair changing a bright shade of pink to signify the extent of his flustered state. You only giggled at this, as Idia attempted to hold in all self control by taking his hoodie, hoping the couch would just take him then and there.

Over time he became used to the fact that you would openly flirt with him, although that never stopped the second hand embarrassment that came along with it. What he wont tell you, though, that behind the rosey cheeks and tsundere display of dislike for your antics, was a heart that beat quickly and mind that secretly enjoyed your poetic and "old cringy" way of loving him.

Which just means your flirting is working, keep it up! <3 But maybe try to hold back in front of other people, he isn't sure how much more he can keep deflecting their raised eyebrows and teasing remarks...

riddle

Being someone who is well versed in the world of poetry and literature, he could often pin point where some of your lines may come from. His way of deflection is either correcting your sentences, or retorting with the next line. What he DOESN'T know how to deflect, is the string of compliments you give him on a day to day basis. At first he simply thought you were being kind in complimenting the way his hair shone in the sunlight- until Cater pointed out that your remarks were anything but the norm. That's when Riddle took more notice to it, realizing that your lines of poetry was not an exercise of the brain, yet an actual technique to flirt with him.

and it was working.

"Riddle~" You sang in the halls of heartslabyul, skipping much to his annoyance.

"Do not jump around in the halls," He chastised you, "What is it?" You gave him a mischievous smile with a toothy grin to match, clearing your throat and standing straight.

"My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite."

Silence reigned for a few moments as Riddle blinked a few times, squinting his eyes to give you his typical "poker face."

"Is this another one of your attempts to 'flirt' with me?" He asked, you leaning against the wall and running your fingers through your hair in a flirty and playful manner. You nodded eagerly, to which Riddle gave a sigh and walked past you to continue whatever he was doing prior to your poetic interruption. Your jaw slacked open and you skipped (again, to his annoyance) to catch up to him.

"I swear I saw a smile! Turn around and show it to me, Riddle! Was that one good? Did I capture your heart finally?" You giggled, seeing how Riddle was obviously ignoring your feeble cries of searching attention.

Yet you were correct, he couldn't help but find his cheeks as red as a rose and lips curling up in a bashful smile. He would not allow you to see how you affect him, however.

Riddle tends to just ignore your flirting, now that he has come accustomed to it. Even in front of people when you would openly compliment him, Riddle continued sipping his tea seemingly unbothered. Whenever he would get strange looks to find an explanation to your questionable behavior, he simply shrugged.

"Do not mind them, they are always like this."

But at night by his lonesome, he was repeating your words in his head a million times over, that same rose colored tint upon his cheeks and smile with a blanket hard on his grip. Perhaps giggling a time or two to himself...for he never met someone as brazen as you. Not that he was actually complaining, though.

Azul

Flirting with Azul was always a treat. His reactions were the most flamboyant out of the other tsundere boys, he never failed to get some sort of remark and complaint out of his mouth whenever you sang praises his way. He attempted to be calm and collected, but the blush that painted his cheeks betrayed his cool demeanor.

"Is that a new coat, Azul? Ohohoh you do look dashing, If I do say so myself. Did you style your hair? The way it frames your face really brings out your features-"

"Stop, stop stop! Why must you feel the need to shower me in complimets?!" He cried out, burying his face into his arms upon the deak. The pink on his ears was also unforgiving for the poor merman. You chuckled and sat next to him, patting his shouders.

"I can't help it! If I see something I like, I must voice it out. Is it too plain? I can try and be more poetic. Let's see..." You used your hand to pull his chin, forcing his gaze to meet with yours. You inwardly teased him at the vibrant hue of his cheeks and flustered face, keeping it in as you leaned forward to gaze deeply into his eyes.

"Your eyes," you started, "Shine far brighter than any I have seen, even the most silver and sparkly of diamonds pale in comparison to your-"

"e-e-enough! W-what is this?!" Azul pulled away, tucking his head back into his arms and groaning, "Just...go back to what you were doing before! None of this...diamond...and..." He trailed off, words failing him. Azul was not used to such praises from others, he spent his entire life believing the worst every moment he caught glance in a mirror with a life time of self esteem issues. So hearing you so openly compliment him always left the man flustered and blushing, cringing at every moment you tried to stroke his ego.

He never truly get's used to it, only finds ways to ignore you. When you're around others and began to make a sly comment about how his hands look nice or how his skin looks that particular day, he closes his eyes and avoids anyone's gazes with a face full of color that even the coral of the sea could not compare. He often gets teased by his fellow classmates for this, but never actually speaks up in distaste to you. He could never admit just how much your persistent compliments thoroughly means to him, and how with every word he finds himself looking in the mirror with a little more enthusiasm than he once had.

~~~

yes I like to use the headcannon that Idias hair changes color when he has really strong emotions aosdjflkasdjf

[koimethehorizon]

Fionna and Cake theory: Simon the Artist

Nothing like a good old creative panic attack.

Fionna and Cake good. Haven’t been excited about a show like this in a long time, though it being a part of Adventure Time does help quite a bit. I was holding on to some cautious optimism for the show when it was announced as yet another big IP series covering the multiverse (still waiting to groan at THAT scene where Prismo has to explain to us about there being infinite universes), but as usual, Adventure Time’s crew continues to surprise me with its creativity, humor, and thematic resonance.

The most striking part about Fionna and Cake so far is just how deliberately the show wants us to differentiate it from the original Adventure Time.

We’re getting shots where Simon pops an artery from his arm, a theme song that explicitly talks about suicidal ideation, discussions of rent and financial problems, and curses no longer disguised with AT’s usual dialogue. Adventure Time has always had violence, thematic density, and juvenile rating pushers, but they were always reserved at small points. Meanwhile, these are factors that are just casually shown and discussed in Fionna and Cake every 3 minutes or so. This is not an all-ages miniseries, it’s for young adults. (hint: this will be relevant later)

Let’s get right into it. This is much less a speculative lore theory and more on what thematic direction the story may be going.

Before we do, let’s get this out of the way first. This theory assumes that the current Fionna and Cake world is all a part of Simon’s head and not merely a separate multiverse, which… I’m certain is fact for the following reasons.

The immediately obvious piece is that Fionna and Cake was always the Ice King’s fanfiction. Now if you’re versed in AT’s continuity you’re probably going to be asking about the red light in Fionna and Cake + Fionna and… I’ve no answer for it unfortunately. It’ll probably be relevant later in the series and possibly age this post like milk but for now, we’re not here to focus on the how, but the why.

Second is that the intro and the ending of Ep 2 literally show Fionna’s world spilling right out of Simon’s head like an animated world out of a frozen brain. If that isn’t clear enough-

Didn't realize this until writing, but these glasses are just plastic made to look like Betty's

There’s no other explanation for this other than that this world is artificial or influenced by Simon in some sense. Fionna even specifies that the statue went under renovation 12 years ago, but nobody seems to know who it is. Considering how Finn looks in the episode, it’s likely that it’s been that long since Betty’s sacrifice in the finale.

With that out of the way, here it goes.

The reason Fionna and Cake exist in the first place is because the creators found Natasha Allegri’s genderswap designs charming and wanted an in-universe reason to use them the Ice King wanted to create trashy, wish fulfillment through art. It was a phase.

Definitely changed that image for publishing.

Simon can argue if they’re good or bad but it’s undeniably his art. It’s not just a portfolio he left behind in a closet, it’s an experience that was shared with a larger audience.

And even if wasn’t liked at first, the citizens of Ooo seemed to have come around to it. And some of them love it!

Whether Simon likes it or not, he has a fan base that is so endeared to the story he made all those years ago that they demand he makes more. Why let a good story, loved by many, go to rest when you still have some life and creativity left in you?

Can't move on in more ways than one.

Except, the problem is that Simon isn’t Ice King anymore. He’s aged out of it.

His real passion is history, he's an adult who who finds passion in the mundane and antiques from the past. And frankly, there isn’t much room for wish-fulfillment and fantasy anymore. Simon has responsibilities. He has a job and a daughter in a world that is moving faster than he can process.

And where Ice King wrote about looking for love, Simon has already had it.

And lost it. His mind isn’t focused on the rosiness of finding new love, it’s grieving the one he already thought was the one.

Wasn't he supposed to be good with kids?

Despite his new life experiences, all his peers seem to want from him is to make more of what they’re familiar with.

A story made from wants and wishes that he doesn’t even have anymore.

A story that was literally made by someone else at a different time. It’s a fiction he cannot connect to anymore, art that he’s embarrassed by. Yet also jealous of. Because at one point, the body Simon used to be in understood what exactly was missing from his life and could express that easily.

Seeing it again is like experiencing a retrospection of a cringey loser you don’t want to imagine having ever been. It’s not you anymore, and you don’t want to be reminded of that.

Because despite him having a new creative passion, no one seems to care about that. All they want is Fionna and Cake. And what is more lonely than other people misunderstanding what you’re trying to express?

If I failed to make it clear somehow, my theory is that: Simon’s relationship with Fionna and Cake is a metaphor for creators growing out of their art. And this new Fionna and Cake world is still comfort art born out of Simon’s current desires and perceptions.

The snippet subtitles this “child holding a phone”. I guess I’m wrong. Essay over.

Episode 1 and 2 both have direct parallels with each other. They’re both about a protagonist who are feeling displaced from their world, living a phase of losing a significant other, leaving a thankless job, wearing a mask of stability in front of the people they care for, seeking a guru at the heart of the forest, and concluding that they no longer belong in their current world.

But more importantly, Fionna and Cake (the characters, the world, and the show) are no longer for an all-ages crowd. Fionna and Cake now feature young adults, curses, gore, alcohol, partial nudity, financial issues, morning routines, mid-life crisis, and overt suicidal ideation. These are the feelings that Simon relates to and possibly desires to express through art. Thus, his story and our new miniseries have warped that way.

Am I overthinking this? No. How dare you assume that.

Is equating the unconscious writings of his dementia-ridden self to Simon as his younger self seem a bit odd? ….Kinda. Again, it’s not the how but the why that matters in this case. I'm NOT crazy, I have proof that there is some acknowledgment of this directly in the show.

Rewatch the bar scene and apply this reading of the episode to what Simon says there:

“Your old stuff, Fionna and Cake, honest to glob my man, is an inspiration to me.”

“My old stuff, I don’t really want to talk about my old stuff…”

“Why not? You should be proud! You wrote an entire extended universe in a fugue state if you think about it.”

"Simon cringes"

If you have ever shared art with a group of people in the past, you’ve had this conversation.

Not likely, not possibly, no perhapses. You HAVE.

And Fionna and Cake being an epilogue to a massive award-winning, near-decade-spanning, cultural sensation 5 years after it ended, might result in its creators feeling very retrospective about what audiences want from them now.

And how difficult it’s going to be to tell new experiences and tones from what’s come before. Also, come on. “Extended Universe?” That doesn’t sound like Fionna and Cake. That sounds a lot like something else.

Again, seems bad with this kid.

One of the more profound shots in the main trailer for the show features the inconspicuously Finn-like kid crouching at her Fionna and Cake book in Simon’s trash. I believe this character is going to have a major role in two ways. Convincing Simon to be proud of what he’s accomplished and/or embracing that Simon wants to move away from his original work in order to create something new, or perhaps more likely, reinvent Fionna and Cake into what Simon relates to now.

We’ll just have to see what Simon thinks of his new Fionna next week.

PS. Talking as a fan now, WHAT IS UP WITH THE 1000+ TREEHOUSE IN THE INTRO?!!! ARE WE REVISITING THIS TIMELINE AGAIN?

SOMEONE TELL ME NOW!!!

[ju1cyfru1t]

Hiii pooks! 😙 I love❤️ ur writhing sm

I’ve been having such a spider man phase after watching the new spider verse movie and I was wondering what would the turtles think when they figured out reader being NY’s Spider women or spider person like they haven’t told thier turtle bf about it and stuff (live for the drama😵‍💫)

Always love you and def feel free to ignore!

I LOVE THIS thank you pookie 🤭 hope u like it 🫶🏻🕸️ u didn’t specify so I’m gonna assume you meant the rise turtles!

Rise! Leo, Mikey, Donnie, Raph x Spider-Woman! S/O

ROTTMNT x Reader

fluff! :D, fem! reader, contains swearing, not proofread

Leo

- He may not be the brightest mutant, but he is observant

- Probably interrogated the info out of you

- -> “Y/N, where exactly were you last night?” “Oh, uh…I was with, um, April.” “That’s funny…considering April was with us!”

- It didn’t really shock him to find out you had a big secret, what did shock him is what that secret is

- He’s also a little hurt that you didn’t tell him. Don’t you trust him??? But that wasn’t his biggest concern

- “Wait, so like…spider woman as in like, big mama kind of spider woman?” NO-

- You would have to really explain it to him

- But let’s be real, he still wouldn’t understand so you’d have to show him by like climbing up the fucking wall or something

- But he really does think your powers are super sick

- Laughs when you try to explain your spidey senses -> “wait, you’re serious?”

- ^ calls them your “tingly thing”

- maybe you can web his fucking mouth shut

- LOVES your suit, thinks you look stunning and super awesome

- “You know, I always said that was your color Y/N!”

- Invites you to patrol with them! (then he doesn’t have to do as much)

- thinks you’re so hot when you fight (NOT IN A FREAKY WAY YOU FREAKS) and hypes you up

- freaks tf out if he ever gets a web on him, including if you were to swing with him to get out of harms way

- doesn’t ask for them, but he can’t deny he likes the iconic Spider-Man kisses

Mikey

- would just straight up ask if you’re hiding something. Dr.Delicate touch DOES NOT PLAY ‼️

- Of course this would be something you’re hesitant about, but he would remind you that you can confide in him

- Def was not expecting THIS.

- He is asking you a million questions all at once, and will sit nicely and listen as you explain with starry eyes (stop lookin at me with them big ole eyes)

- You’re #1 fan and biggest hype man

- Thinks you’re the coolest person ever fr

- Wants to swing around on your webs with you. Around NYC, in the lair, in Donnie’s lab, on missions, it doesn’t matter he WANTS it.

- THE ICONIC SPIDER-MAN KISSES ALL THE TIME ITS HIS FAVORITE WAY TO KISS YOU NOW

- weirdly interested in your webs 🕸️

- Compliments your suit anytime you wear it around him; thinks your mask is so so cute

- ^ in his free time he’ll sketch and color new suit designs to show you (also just drawings and paintings of you in your suit)

Donnie

- isn’t going to pry any secrets from you; but he does secretly wish you’d come to him on your own.

- so you can imagine his gratitude and relief when you finally tell him what’s up

- Doesn’t really say anything about it, but he doesn’t get why you didn’t just tell him sooner. I mean, you do know he’s a hero too, right?

- he’s fascinated, he’s never seen anything like your powers before. especially because you’re not a mutant.

- really just asks questions about how it all works. Your webs, how you stick to surfaces, your enhanced senses, the whole deal yk?

- He did NOT like big mama’s webs, and he doesn’t really like yours either I’m so sorry.

- ^if he needs them, would ask to use some like he did with Big Mama’s

- It’s not you I swear he just can’t do it

- you could like climb all over his lab ceiling and walls and scare the shit out of him tho

- ^ “Y/N get down this instant! WE TALKED ABOUT THIS-“

- admires your enhanced senses and intuition of danger

- is absolutely gonna make gear for you, as well as offering to make upgrades to your suit

- wouldn’t really directly say it, but he really likes the design of your suit. it just fits you so well. (he IS going to make a purple one for you)

- would scream if you ever just dropped down in front of him to kiss him spider man style

- ^ traumatized; it’s not his favorite thing but he doesn’t mind terribly

Raph

- might take him a while to notice if something is off about you. Leo or Mikey would probably have to directly point it out for him to realize fully

- Isn’t going to beat around the bush and just asks why you’re acting lowkey shady

- really shocked, might take him a second to process even if he doesn’t really know exactly what you mean at first

- honestly he understands why you keep it a secret, just a little saddened that you kept it from him

- He’s gonna need you to really explain your powers

- “…where do the webs come out of tho?”

- would deepen your bond and connection. you can really relate to each other carrying a deep burden and the pressure of responsibility.

- AMAZING DUO with his strength and your agility

- very good hype man

- takes you on most missions and patrols, thinks you’re a really valuable asset to the team

- also calls your spider senses your “tingly thing”

- it’s not that he doesn’t like your webs, something about them just make him nervous. Refuses to let you swing him on them unless he’s in immediate danger.

- does NOT let you crawl around the lair walls, he’s scared you’ll hurt yourself

- ^ “Y/N! You’re gonna hurt yourself, GET DOWN!”

- really thinks you look so pretty in your special suit, he just doesn’t know how to say without feeling like he sounds dumb. He would DIE if it was red.

- “ I really…er, like your costume.”

- very supportive! he gets the struggle of protecting the city, but is happy you get to do it beside each other. :D

- he likes the spidey kisses, they just really fluster him

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y’all I’m sorry if there is any misinformation in this don’t flame me but I haven’t seen atsv yet

[calliesmemes]

PINTEREST QUOTES WITH POTENTIAL

ASSORTED SENTENCE STARTERS pulled from various quotations I have seen on Pinterest while creating boards for my muses.

CHANGE gendered words and in-universe phrases as needed.

SPECIFY muse for multimuses.

❛ Who’s a heretic now? ❜

❛ If I stay here, trouble will find me. ❜

❛ What’s it like to be so free? ❜

❛ I watched the whole world fall apart. ❜

❛ I am teaching myself how to be free. ❜

❛ The only solution is to stand and fight. ❜

❛ There’s something tragic about you. ❜

❛ You were never a saint. ❜

❛ To be a woman is to perform. ❜

❛ l speak in verses, prophecies, and curses. ❜

❛ Now I know what I was born for. ❜

❛ There’s a light in all of us, trying to get free. ❜

❛ There is nobody innocent here. ❜

❛ Look who’s digging their own grave. ❜

❛ Come a little closer, if you dare. ❜

❛ Family defines you, even if it demands sacrifice. ❜

❛ History does strange things to dead women. ❜

❛ I can’t believe the things I’ve done. ❜

❛ Hubris is a bitch. ❜

❛ It’s all in your head. ❜

❛ I keep my visions to myself. ❜

❛ We could be heroes. ❜

❛ Take my hand, and I’ll protect you. ❜

❛ Open your eyes. This is the revolution. ❜

❛ I am so much more than they told me I was. ❜

❛ Let me be your muse. ❜

❛ I’m not just a pretty girl. ❜

❛ Your fear of looking stupid is holding you back. ❜

❛ I wish I could be the perfect daughter. ❜

❛ I am not who I was before. ❜

❛ I won’t just be a puppet on a string. ❜

❛ If I can still breathe, I’m fine. ❜

❛ Straighten up, little soldier. ❜

❛ Am I a monster, or a victim myself? ❜

❛ This isn’t the way normal people live. ❜

❛ Your impression of me is wrong. ❜

❛ I wish I could let all this anger go. ❜

❛ I wasn’t born to be soft and quiet. ❜

❛ If I hadn’t fallen, I wouldn’t have met you. ❜

❛ Maybe there’s a hero in me after all. ❜

❛ I am happy anywhere that I can see the ocean. ❜

❛ They should be terrified of you. ❜

❛ I have seen the future. ❜

❛ Let go of the illusion that it could’ve been different. ❜

❛ My father is a good man. ❜

❛ I went to war with myself for you. ❜

❛ I care too much in a world that cares too little. ❜

❛ If it makes you happy, then it’s not a waste of time. ❜

❛ Speak your mind, even if your voice shakes. ❜

❛ You make everyone around you feel seen. ❜

❛ If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking? ❜

❛ Let’s run somewhere far away. ❜

❛ You carry your last name like a burden. ❜

❛ You are at war, even in your dreams. ❜

❛ We met for a reason. ❜

❛ I designed my own catastrophe. ❜

❛ You and I are the same thing. ❜

❛ Never let another soul tell you what to fear. ❜

❛ I have always loved the sea. ❜

❛ I didn’t say I liked it — I said that it fascinated me. ❜

❛ You will never be forgiven. ❜

❛ No one ever really dies. ❜

❛ Your son is gone. ❜

❛ Death must exist for life to have meaning. ❜

❛ Your mouth is full of white lies. ❜

❛ Loving me is a death sentence. ❜

❛ There is a thunderstorm inside of you. ❜

❛ Beauty is a weapon. ❜

❛ You haven’t even seen my bad side yet. ❜

❛ How do I stop the guilt? ❜

❛ I am a victim of introspection. ❜

❛ Love is what gives me strength to survive. ❜

❛ There is nobody innocent here. ❜

❛ You’ve seen too much too young. ❜

❛ I am not of mortal men. ❜

❛ Tell me what it’s like to conquer. ❜

❛ I like who I’m becoming. A lot. ❜

❛ I don’t believe in promises anymore. ❜

❛ Parents kill more dreams than anybody. ❜

❛ You are woven into my veins. ❜

❛ You are a diamond. They can’t break you. ❜

❛ I must not hope. I must not cry. ❜

❛ It’s no wonder that you can’t sleep — you’re haunted. ❜

❛ You are made of destructive magic. ❜

❛ You are so unique. ❜

❛ I myself am a haunted house. ❜

❛ You comfort others with the words you want to hear. ❜

❛ You’ll find love, kid. It exists. ❜

❛ You talk like a book. ❜

❛ You are one of God’s few mistakes. ❜

❛ I’m not capable of saving you. ❜

❛ Curiosity often leads to trouble. ❜

❛ I have crossed oceans of time to find you. ❜

❛ I can do this. Even if I can’t, I have to. ❜

❛ I can’t go back there! ❜

❛ Forests have secrets. It’s practically what they’re for. ❜

❛ Can you remember who you were? ❜

❛ Are you proud of who you have become? ❜

❛ I see in you an old soul with young eyes. ❜

[halfdent]

𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗  𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ! - My internet is still busted for another week but I've been borrowing works && I'm at a friends tonight so I'll make the effort to send you some stuff ! Multis please specify ! Feel free to specify which of thems mans you'd like or a verse if you wish but those aren't mandatory !

[mysria]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫  𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥

Like  for  a  short  starter.  I  will  try  to  keep  these  down  to  a  few  lines  to  start  but  you  can  expand  as  you  wish.  Multis  please  specify  muse  or  at  least  narrow  it  down  to  a  few  options for me.  For  a.soiaf  muses,  I  will  default  to  your  muse's  main  timeline  (dance  or  present  era)  unless  you  request  a  specific  verse.

[i0veless]

LET ME MAKE IT CLEAR :: KYLIAN MBAPPE

𖥻 SUMMARY ー [ best to eradicate rumours -  in style ] 𖥻 PAIRING ー [ kylian mbappe x fem! rapper/singer! reader  ] 𖥻 GENRE ー [ fluff, suggestive content?, texting au ] 𖥻 WORD COUNT ー [ 1.2k ] 𖥻 WARNINGS ー [ making out, long distanstance?, rumors, mentions of twitter - let me know if I missed anything ] 𖥻 AUTHORS NOTE ー [ anon requested, "could you, please write a story about kylian mbappe and a rapper reader who is like nicki minaj pls" personally, I loved this request and it got me listening to a lot of nicki's music again, and this was actually inspired by one of the queens iconic verses - so hope you like it. also sorry for the lack of posting I have been having major writers block and lack of inspo, hopefully I should get a lot more works out in the next 2-3 week ]

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The rumours were part of the job. Part of the job description is being a celebrity, and in many ways, it could both help and hinder you - especially if you were a woman. On the one hand, it could boost your career; on another, it could sink it faster than the Titanic. Y/N L/N, an influential rapper and singer, knew all too well the impact of having baseless rumours thrown at you. Her name was attached to everyone and anyone (at some point or another) with no rhyme, reason or proof. So it made sense that she chose to ignore most of them and focus on herself and her private life.

Yes, her private life was why everyone speculated, as people wondered who had stolen her heart. The rapper had stated that she was in a relationship multiple times but refused to specify with who as she wished for the relationship to remain private. But you know, the internet, they can't keep their noses out of other people's business. So naturally, the witch hunt began, and Twitter went up in flames every other day, trying to figure out who had captured the up-and-coming star's heart. No name was off-limits.

In the beginning, Y/N found all the hilarious speculation amusing, laughing about it with her friends (who were said to be possible love interests), but after a while, it started to get on her nerves. People were relentlessly holding on to the topic like a dog with a chew toy, and after six months and a discussion with her lover, she finally decided to put the rumours to rest - in style.

"Are you sure?" the rapper's close friend and manager Monica asked for the nth time of the night as they stood backstage. "I'm positive Mon. I've talked with Ky about it, and he agreed," the couple agreed they were going to reveal their relationship on one of the most important dates of the music calendar, the 67th Grammy Awards. But in a far more creative way than most normally would. As they say, nothing conveys emotions better than music.

"Now, welcome to the stage for her first-ever grammy performance Y/N L/N!" stepping out on stage, the air was heavy with tension as the crowd of fans and other music alumni were eager to see the artist who had been nominated for 5 Grammys preform. The lights dimmed, and the backup dancers got into their positions as the backtrack began to play.

"I never fucked Giroud. I never fucked Neymar. On my life, man, Fuck's sake. If I did, I'd menage with 'em, And let's eat my ass like a cupcake. My man full, he just ate, I don't duck nobody, But tape. Oh, and yeah, and by the way, my man's name is Kylian Mbappé." The audience was shocked at the freestyle rap, and the camera panned to the faces of other celebs to get their shocked reaction. The most notable one was that of the queen bee herself Beyoncé as she nodded in approval and bopped to the beat, while another memorable response was that of one of her best friends, Doja Cat, as she was losing it with laughter.

The freestyle then segued into her Grammy-nominated song Woman, as the flawless choreography and unforgettable spotlight moments made it one of the night's best performances. It ended in thunderous applause and multiple viral moments. As she walked backstage after the successful performance, she wiped off the thin layer of sweat from her forehead. She opened her phone to find it crowded with thousands of notifications, but the only ones she was only interested in were those from the love of her life - Kylian Mbappe.

KY KY

people are already talking lol by the way great performance mon ange your ass looked great on the carpet give me a private concert later?

Y/N only if you can keep up mon roi

KY KY you know I love it when you speak french ma reine

Y/N what can I say I have a great teacher

KY KY you know I can teach you so much more than french

Y/N really? I doubt it babe

KY KY come back home and I'll prove you so wrong mon amour

Y/N baby you know I can't I have press and shit to deal with

KY KY ik ik but a man can dream can't he

Y/N have fun entertaining yourself my dear

(5 photos attached) (2 videos attached)

KY KY your gonna get it when you get back

Another thing you should know about being a celebrity because it makes you an awfully good liar. Now there was no sinister intent behind Y/N lying to Kylian. The rapper just wanted to surprise him, so as she pulled into the new PSG training centre, she kept a relatively low profile as the new owner of five Grammys did not want to attract any unwanted attention. Walking to the reception, she was greeted by one of the coaching assistants and a few cameras. She had let them in on her plan to surprise her boyfriend, and in return for their help, they would get a video for their youtube channel.

As they walked towards the outdoor training area where the first team where hard at work, sure, they all looked hot, but Kylian was miles more than the others. Hot and sweaty, looking like some sex god rather than a Ligue 1 player. The number seven played a round of Tika taka with Neymar, Messi, Ramos, Hakimi and Veratti. He was oblivious to what was happening as Y/N slowly crept up behind him - placing a finger over your lips to tell his teammates to keep quiet after they noticed your presents.

"So Kylian, how's everything with your girl" Neymar, the little pot stirrer he is, had to milk this situation for its worth so that he could have something to tease his teammate with later. "Great man, I mean, god, she's perfect. I know it's a bit early to say, but I can see myself marrying her." safe to say everyone's hearts melted at the French player as he gushed over his girlfriend. Tried to hide, Y/N embraced her boyfriend in a hug from behind. "I love you too, Ky."

Turning around in shock, safe to say, Mbappe's eyes were larger than a football as he spun his girl in the air before kissing her. "What are you doing here? I thought you had work." the football star asked with nothing but love and affection as he buried his head in the crook of her neck. "I missed you. And I wanted to surprise you. Also, I lied." the rapper said, giggling at the look on his face. "Why you, little" With that, Kylian threw her over his shoulder and ran off with her as she screamed in fear and begged to be put down. Kylian refused.

As everyone watched the reunited couple get lost in their world, they couldn't help but smile at how happy the two made each other. "They are gonna get married," Ramos said, taking a sip of his water. "And I will be Kylian's best man," Neymar said jokingly. "Hate to break it to you, brother, but as long as I live and breath, that position is not available", Hakimi chimed in bluntly.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello good morning. Can I request an alternate ending of love only after death. All of them please. Thank you

Technically this series already has an alternate ending, with (Love) going back in time for a happy ending, as the original just has Y/N dying and leaving him to live with his guilt. As there is nothing specified here other than an alternate ending, I wrote some angst with a fluffy ending. What if the gem that brought him back in time didn’t exist?

-It had been weeks since your passing, since he had buried you, visiting you every day, wishing he could take back each day that he ignored you, treated you so cruelly, only wanting to love you the way you should be loved now.

-He came out to the quiet garden where you were buried, surrounded by the flowers you adored, to find a surprise, a sprout growing from your grave.

-(Love) hesitated about pulling it, not wanting your grave to be marred, but there was something else, something holding him back, so he held back, listening to that feeling.

-Days passed and the sprout, which (Love) thought was a weed, grew into a flower, one that was close to blooming, the bud growing more and more each day.

-He tended to the flower, watering it, talking to you quietly, “Is this your way of comforting me, Y/N?” He felt his guilt growing, feeling that this flower was you reaching out to him, to put his mind at ease, but it did anything but- it made his guilt grow, making him feel even worse.

-His family, visiting him, knowing that (Love) was still hurting, saw the flower as well, seeing how well it was tended to, telling them that (Love) was the one doing it.

-The bud grew and grew, to the size of a small fruit, causing the stem to droop down onto your grave, but still gave no indication that it was going to bloom.

-(Love) was confused, researching about this flower, but there was nothing- it was like it was a new species, he even asked those who were more well versed in plant life, having them taking a look, but once again, it yielded no results.

-Despite knowing nothing, he continued to tend to it, watering it, talking to you, as if the flower was you, something he had wished was true, but he knew, deep down, that he was just being delusion, trying to make himself feel better.

-The bud grew into a melon, rather than a flower, as he walked out to tend to the grave like normal, surprising him to see a pure pink watermelon sized melon there waiting for him.

-This brought about even more questions and research but while combing over several books, sitting in front of your grave, a strange noise filled the air.

-He looked around, confused as to what this sound was and where it was coming from before he looked at the melon, his eyes widening.

-Dropping the book, he approached, his hands on either side of the melon, and as he touched it, the melon instantly split open, revealing the source of the strange sound, a baby.

-He turned completely white in shock, his eyes like little dots as his mouth fell open, seeing a tiny baby girl squirming around, crying.

-As (Love) touched this child, she immediately calmed, opening her eyes, and he froze, seeing that she looked just like you but had his eyes, it was a child- the child you and he created.

-After panicking and calling several people, demanding them to come over, (Love) carefully cradled his child, holding her close as she cooed quietly, now calm and content to be in his arms.

-Nobody had ever heard of something like this, gods and humans had no answers, but it was Aphrodite, who could sense that this child was full of love, who offered a possible insight, “Y/N sacrificed herself out of love, protecting those children, right? And when you mourned her, (Love), you wept over her grave. Her love and your tears, your love for Y/N, created this child, your child- it is a child of pure love.”

-While it did sound a little far-fetched, nothing else about this situation seemed to make sense.

-Once D/N was cleaned up, (Love) could only stare down at her, seeing how much she looked like you, seeing you once again in the only other woman he would ever love again.

-She smiled up at him as tears welled in his eyes, looking down at her, “I’ll keep you safe and-and I’ll give you so much- so much love that you will never question it.”

-She giggled up at him, not understanding him as he chuckled, bringing her to his face so she could hug him, wanting her to be happy.

-A wisp of light caught his attention as D/N was playing with (Love’s) cheeks, and his eyes widened, seeing you there, in a long flowing white gown, an angel- his angel.

-You smiled warmly, seeing the two of them together as more tears welled in his eyes, he had so much he wanted to say to you, wanting to apologize and beg you not to leave him.

-You approached and pressed a kiss to the top of your daughter’s head, who cooed, looking up to see what had kissed her, finding nothing before you kissed (Love) softly on the forehead.

-You smiled warmly, tears quickly coming to your own tears as you slowly faded away, disappearing in a swarm of glittering butterflies.

-(Love) smiled down at D/N who saw the lights, babbling happily, reaching out to them, “Y/N is watching over the both of us, D/N. We’ll be fine.” She turned back and he pecked her forehead, making her giggle warmly as for the first time since he lost you, (Love) felt at ease.

[queer-military-treasury]

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[make-me-imagine]

Two Hearts, Eight Words

Plot: Though not entirely versed on the traditions of Valentines Day, Spock does know it often includes two things. A gift, and a confession.

Pairing: Spock x Gn!Reader (short-term established relationship)

Requests: "I think I am in love with you." + Him not understanding it but going like “It’s custom for your species to do something on this specified date so I got this for you”

Requested By: @anonymousewrites and @oneshortstack

Warnings: I tried to be neutral with the gift he gives the reader, but if bracelets aren't your thing I'm sorry!~ Use of Y/n once or twice. A mention of "drinks" but no alcohol is mentioned specifically. Kissing towards the end.

Words: 1.1k

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Spock stood outside your quarters for a few moments as he rehearsed what he was going to say in his head. It was not often he felt nervous, but you often tended to bring it out in him, even after you had entered into a relationship.

Finally making his presence known, he waited patiently for you to open the door. As it slid open, revealing you, he felt his heart jolt when you grinned at him.

"Hello Spock."

He bowed his head sligthly "Y/n." Looking past you to make sure you were alone he met your eyes again "May I come in?"

"Of course." You said as you stepped aside.

As you watched Spock walk into your room, you noted he seemed a bit more stiff than usual. Turning to face you, his face was more stern as well.

"Is everything alright?"

"Everything is fine, I'm not disturbing your work am I?"

You shook your head "You never do Spock."

A small smile seemed to cross his face momentarily before he spoke "I believe, back on Earth it is the holiday Valentines Day."

As he said this, you felt your heart jolt a little, you had realized this, but you did not expect anything since Spock was often not aware of human holidays.

"Yes, it is."

"You seem surprised I know that."

You chuckled softly "Well I wasn't sure you'd ever really heard about it."

He quirked his brow "These past few days it has been impossible to escape it. I've heard most of the human crew members discussing it. Though, I did also now about it beforehand."

"If you are worried I'm expecting something, you don't have to do anything." You said with a reassuring smile, not knowing if he cared to celebrate at all.

He quirked his head slightly "In the past when Vulcan holidays or traditions are common, you often go out of your way to help me celebrate them. I wish to do the same for you. For Valentines Day, it’s custom for human to do something on this specified date, so I got this for you”

You watched as he pulled something from behind his back, a thin rectangular box held closed with a ribbon

"Oh." You took it gently as he handed it to you, your breath caught in your throat for a moment. "Thank you Spock."

Opening the box, you revealed a delicate bracelet with a beautiful orange stone.

Spock saw your face light up and could tell you liked it. "It was made on Vulcan, I thought you might appreciate it's beauty and craftsmanship."

"It's amazing Spock, thank you." You grinned at him as you took it out of the box.

Spock stepped forward, taking the bracelet from you as he gently held up your wrist with his other had. You smiled as he placed it around your wrist himself. When he was done, he locked eyes with you and smiled.

Stepping forward, you pressed a kiss to his cheek "Thank you."

"You are welcome Y/n." He said softly, his voice sending a light shiver up your spine. "I hope you are also free for dinner, I wish to dine with you as well."

You smiled and nodded "I'd love that too."

"Our usual time?"

You nodded "Yes."

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A few hours later, after Spock had left you and gone back to his station, you finished your work, all the while, anticipating your dinner with him.

You decided last minute to get him flowers. You were not sure what he would really think of them, but you hoped he would appreciate the gesture. Especially since he decided to do something for you.

Heading towards his quarters, flowers in hand, you received some amused and knowing looks from other crew members, as well as a cheesy joke from Erica.

As you stood outside his door, your eyes cast down at the bracelet you had put back on. You smiled as your heart fluttered in your chest.

When the door slid open, revealing Spock, you grinned at him as you handed him the flowers.

"These are for you."

Spock looked at the flowers as he took them, blinking a few times before you saw his lip quirk. As he looked back into his quarters, you followed his line of sight, spotting flowers sitting on the table.

"We seemed to have the same idea."

You grinned as he gestured for you to come inside. Walking over to the bouquet of lilies he got you, you smiled before you looked at him again "Thank you, they're beautiful."

"And thank you. I have never received flowers as a gift." He said as he stared down at the orchids you got him.

You felt a blush crawl across your cheeks, but amusement lined your face.

"That's a shame, everyone should at least once."

He met your eyes and hummed lightly, as if thinking about your comment. Turning he looked over to the dining table wear he had prepared dinner. "Shall we eat?"

You nodded and smiled as you followed him to the table.

Once you had finished eating, you sat on the floor side by side, drinks on the table as you talked. Spock, who held your hand in his, gently caressed his thumb over your skin. After a moment of silence, he spoke softly as if thinking over his words carefully.

"If I am correct, it is often that on Valentines Day, people confess their feelings to others."

You nodded "Yes, it's how many first dates happen and its the beginning of a lot of relationships too."

"We are already in a relationship."

You giggled softly "Yes, we are."

"Yet I still wish to tell you."

You tilted your head as you eyed him, your ears burning a little. "Tell me what?"

His eyes finally left your hand and met yours. He stared at you in silence for a moment before he spoke, his voice deep, but soft "I think I am in love with you."

You felt your heartbeat pick up as your breath caught in your throat for a moment. Your ears and neck burned as your chest tightened.

"And are you okay with that?" You spoke slowly, somewhat weary of his answer

Slowly a smile spread across his face "Yes, I am."

A smile crossed your face as well as you let out a soft breath "That's good, because I think I'm in love with you too."

Spock's head tilted a bit as he lifted his hand, gently caressing your cheek before he placed his fingers under your chin. Leaning towards each other, your lips touched softly as you kissed. Pulling away for a second, you kissed again deeper and longer this time.

Pulling away after a few more moments, your eyes locked as you smiled at him "Thank you for celebrating Valentines Day with me."

"Thank you for allowing me to share it with you." He replied smoothly before he pulled you in for another kiss.

xx End xx

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[merlot-and-chardonnay]

A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons: Chapter 20.5

Chapter 20

Definitely some DUB-CON up ahead.

While Jaskier was off mingling and using his charm to woo the lords and ladies, You sneak your way towards where Larys was situated at.

You sit next to him, doing your best to be as discrete as possible.

"You know the exact location of the White Wolf?" you ask him. Larys, who was minding his own business at this point, turned to face you, "have you considered my offer?"

"I want you to bring him to King's Landing...alive," you tell him, adding the last part in case he decided that detail didn't matter to him, "to a location that I will specify later on. The price you name is of no concern to me, just get him here, whatever it takes."

Larys made a small smile, almost as if he was expecting you to have come to him out of desperation.

"I have no wish for monetary gain, if that is what you are implying," he says. "Then what is the price you wish me to pay?" you ask.

"The debt I claim shall be paid for later," Larys answers, "For I claim the Law of Surprise as my price to pay."

You frown at the man in confusion, "My lord, do you know what you are asking? The Law of Surprise is an ancient Continental custom, it requires that I give you what-" "What you have, but do not yet know you possess," Larys finishes for you, "I assure you, Lady Lark, I am more then well aware. And that is the price I name."

You were confused even more, especially by what this man's motivation was for claiming this foreign custom. You wonder if Larys knew of the gamble he was taking for even naming such a price.

"...fine," you concede, "the Law of Surprise it is. Now will you do as I ask?"

"It will take some time," Larys answers as he stands up,  "Weeks...months even, but it shall be done."

"Thank you," you nod before standing up to go find your brother.

You hear Jaskier's familiar singing voice and lute, indicating he was busy entertaining the nobles.

A small crowd had gathered to watch Jaskier strum his lute and sing an upbeat tune, one you recognize and have actually sang as a duet with your brother on multiple occasions.

As I roved out through Galway city

At the hour of twelve at night

Who should I see but a handsome damsel

Combing her hair by candlelight

"Lassie, I have come a-courting

Your fine favours for to win

And if you'll but smile upon me

Next Sunday night I'll call again"

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

Some of the nobles began to tap their feet in rhythm, and you couldn't help but join in on the second verse of the song,

"So to me you came a-courting

My fine favours for to win

What would give me the greatest pleasure

If you never did call again

Jaskier stopped playing his lute momentarily as the rest of the nobles stared at you. Ignoring the feelings of self-consciousness, you clear your throat and continue a little slower,

What would I do when I go walking

Walking out in the morning dew?

What would I do when I go walking

Walking out with a lad like you?"

Jaskier then resumed playing and the two of you sing the refrain, continuing as a duet, dancing as you did so,

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

"Lassie, I have gold and silver

Lassie, I have houses and land

Lassie, I have ships on the ocean

They'll be all at your command"

"What do I care for your ships on the ocean?

What do I care for your houses and land?

What do I care for your gold and silver?

All I want is a handsome man"

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

A ratty attitude um to, um to

A ratty attitude um to, um day

The audience applauded at your performance, and you and Jaskier hold hands and take a bow.

"Encore! Encore!" One of the lords demands.

You and Jaskier exchange looks, "What say you, sweet sister?" he asks. You look around and notice Daemon in the corner observing, staring particularly at you. You shake the uneasy feelings, doing your best to avoid his intense gaze.

You think about a song to entertain the nobles with.

You had considered your song, the Song of the White Wolf, but wondered if that was too ominous for this bunch after being entertained with a lively diddy.

You had even contemplating Jaskier's original song, the one that made him famous in the first place, if only to piss off Daemon.

Then you thought of another song of your brother's, one he had written during a time when he and his friends were not on speaking terms. The same one you heard when you met him at Oxenfurt back when Aemma was still inside your womb.

You take the lute from Jaskier and tune it, staring at Daemon as you sing the first lyrics,

I hear you're alive, how disappointing

I've also survived, no thanks to you

Did I not bring you some glee

Mister, oh, look at me

Now I'll burn all the memories of you

The nobles exchange looks, confused at first; Jaskier, who was just as confused turned his gaze to where you were staring and saw what you did, now understanding what you were trying to convey indirectly,

All those lonely miles that you ride

Now you'll walk with no one by your side

Did you ever even care

With your swords and your stupid hair?

Now watch me laugh as I burn all the memories of you

Jaskier joined in right at that moment,

What for d'you yearn?

It's the point of no return

After everything we did, we saw

You turned your back on me

What for d'you yearn?

Watch that butcher burn

At the end of my days when I'm through

No word that I've written will ring quite as true as "burn!"

Burn, butcher, burn

Burn, butcher, burn

Burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn, burn

Watch me burn all the memories of you

You sing the last line on your own, daring to look Daemon in the eye as you did so. The prince in question gave you such a glare, it was almost a miracle you had not fallen dead.

The nobles, ever blissfully ignorant of your silent interaction applauded even more then before.

You hand Jaskier the lute and head off to see Aemma.

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As dusk settled, you kept to yourself as you walk back to your chambers in the keep.

You walk in and close the door.

It was dark in the room as the candles were not lit, which was usually normal, but for some reason you felt a sense of foreboding.

You go to wardrobe, intending to take off your dress and put it away, when the clanking of a goblet caught your attention.

Eyes wide, you turn to face the intruder.

A candle had been lit to reveal Daemon sitting casually at the table, sipping wine from the goblet.

"Dae...Daemon," you say, feeling your chest starting to constrict at this moment, "What...what are you doing here?"

Daemon sipped some wine before he answered you, "I have not seen my wife in years and this is what you ask me?" "Your wife, last I checked, is still in Runestone, probably waiting for you to return and consummate the marriage," you deadpan, hand discretely reaching for the sheathed dagger you kept hidden in case you needed it.

Daemon took a gulp of wine, finishing it off and setting the goblet down, "is that what you think of me?" he asks seemingly out of nowhere. "I don't follow." "A butcher," he says, standing up, "is that what you take me for? What could I have possibly done to earn such ire from the mother of my child."

He approaches you in a menacing manner, and you slowly back away until your back hits the wall.

He grabs your chin so you could look him in the eye, "you were awfully relieved to see your brother when he arrived." "I have not see my brother in years, of course I would be happy to see him," you reason.

"I said relieved, not happy," Daemon points out, "Were you hoping he would take you from this place? You and our daughter? Away from me?"

"It's not-" "Don't deny it, I saw the look in your eyes," Daemon sneers, "you've made it clear that you don't want to stay here, and you've always insisted on taking Aemma away from here as well. Do you think I will mistreat her?"

You shake your head. "You and that idiot of a bard were gone for quite some time in the gardens," Daemon states, "possibly plotting another escape, I am sure of that. Maybe doing something more. Maybe I should have him pay a visit to the dragon pit just to meet Caraxes. It would be a shame if sometime later he were to disappear in the middle of the night only to have his remains found on the beach, charred beyond recognition."

Your eyes widen in disgust; Daemon was really not making an effort to hide his ire for your brother.

"You know what, prince, you are right," you say in a low tone, "you're not a butcher. I was wrong...you're a monster."

You anticipate Daemon fixing to grab you, so you pull out your dagger. Daemon, however, had already anticipated your next more and goes to grab the dagger right as you unsheathed it by the sharp end. Blood oozes from his cut as he tightens his grip on it, Daemon not even fazed by the pain and sight of blood.

You try and pull the dagger away, but Daemon was stronger and pulls it from your hands. He tosses the dagger aside and grabs you, tossing you on the bed.

You struggle to pry him off, but he pins your hands above your head with one hand. The other hand, the same one that grabbed your dagger, he pressed against your throat, smearing the blood there.

The prince's eyes darken at the sight, almost as if he had become aroused even more then he been initially.

"I've been away from my wife for far too long, Little Lark," Daemon says in a dark tone as he lifts your skirts, "I shall not have my needs denied tonight."

You continue to struggle but the fight proved to be futile. You knew the whole of the keep would be asleep now, so there was no point in calling for help. And even if someone did hear, how could they be able to help?

You were already known in Red Keep as Daemon's slut, for all they knew, you wanted this.

So, you close your eyes and hope to the gods that this would be quick if not painless. And you hope more to the gods that your request would be fulfilled sooner then expected.

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Roughly four months had passed since that night, and at this point you were stuck in a state of deep depression.

Something that didn't go unnoticed by Jaskier.

The Bard had suspected it had something to do with Daemon, that the prince was still hurting you when no one else was around.

He had sworn to do something about it, but you stopped your brother knowing it wasn't going to do anything.

You had already struck the deal with Larys to have Geralt brought to King's Landing, and had assured Jaskier it was not going to much longer now (though at that point, you were beginning to doubt that).

Jaskier was still not convinced, but had nodded and promised to hold out.

In the meantime, he made it his mission to keep you by his side at all times as possible so as not to give Daemon any chances to corner you in the halls.

Also during this time, Jaskier had also promptly set up negotiations with Viserys to come up with a compromise for the predicament over who gets to inherit the Viscount de Lettenhove title.

So far, one possible outcome was to allow Aemma to remain in King's Landing until she came of age and wedded Aegon, and then the two could come live at the Pankratz estate on the Continent where the princess could learn what her duties as future Viscountess would entail.

In addition, Viserys was willing to hire tutors that could educate Aemma on  various Continental customs, her mother's included, and to even teach her to speak in different languages such as Nilfgaardian, Toussaintian, and even Elder Speech.

It seemed like an agreeable arrangement seeing as Rhaenyra was still heir to the Iron Throne, Aegon would not be conflicted between his own royal duties.

Conversely, Jaskier had proposed the opposite, that Aemma stay in his estate until she came of age and then let her decide if she wished to remain in her home or return to King's Landing. Also adding to that, assuming the betrothal would go through, Jaskier would be willing to invite Aegon to his estate when the boy came of age and the two could be wedded there instead.

While both king and Viscount had yet to come to an understanding so far, one thing they could agree on was that the firstborn of Aemma and Aegon would be next in line for Jaskier's title, and that same child, son or daughter, would also take the name Pankratz instead of Targaryen.

Truthfully, Jaskier was actually willing to accept the first offer, but right now he was stalling so as not to have a reason to leave and inadvertently leaving you to the wolves, or in this case, the dragons.

Such an endeavor though was becoming exhausting as Jaskier was starting to run out of excuses, and accusations from Otto Hightower towards the Bard about stalling were coming to light.

One evening, after another rough tumble in the sheets with Daemon, after he left, and you laid on the bed, trying to keep yourself from crying, you look to see a note slide under the door.

You go to pick up the note and read it.

It was a map showing you the secret passageways in the keep.

One was highlighted to reveal a hidden passage from your own room which led to outside the keep.

Looking around, you grab your shoes and your cloak and sneak out the passageway.

Once outside, you spot a hooded figure facing your way. The cane in his hand suggested this was Larys Strong waiting for you.

You sigh a bit, hoping beyond hope that the man was true to his word and done as you had requested.

"Is...is he still alive?" you ask, about to assume the worse.

"I had him brought to the location you specified," Larys answers rather cryptically.

"That doesn't answer my question," you deadpan.

"I am a man of my word, Lady Lark, you have nothing to worry about," Larys assures, though that did not make feel any better, "before we go, the matter of the...payment I mentioned must be settled. I wish to claim the Law of Surprise right now."

"...but I don't have anything to offer that I don't know I possess," you say.

Larys looks down at your feet and noticed the shoes you were wearing. He makes a small smile, "those are beautiful looking shoes," he states, "you secret admirer must've paid a pretty penny to gift with such."

You look down and realized it was the shoes you had received anonymously that night...the night Daemon was waiting for you...the night after Larys claimed the Law of Surprise. You realized then what the man was asking.

"You...you're asking for my shoes?" you frown in confusion, "what could you possibly want with them?"

"Does it matter?" Larys shrugs, "I claimed the Law of Surprise when you did not know you possessed these items. Therefore I am within my rights to claim these shoes as my own. That is how the Law works, does it not?"

You nod, knowing that is what the law entails, but it seemed odd to you, especially because Larys was asking for them now and hadn't asked before.

Somewhat reluctantly, you take off your shoes and hand them to Larys who graciously accepts them. His gaze lingers from the shoes and towards your bare feet, making you feel somewhat self-conscious, especially when noticed the way Larys' pupils were blown up. You could chalk that up to the fact that it was night time and his eyes were adjusting to the dim light, but you had a feeling this would be the case even if it was in broad daylight by the look on his face.

It was...well you weren't sure how to describe this look, but it wasn't all that flattering.

"Can we go now?" you ask rather impatiently.

Larys stole a few more seconds to stare at your feet before he turns his gaze to your face, "follow me," he tells you.

You follow Larys to the Street of Silk, to the brothel you had gone to once before when you planned to escape the first time around.

Once there, Larys made his way back to the keep, and you wait for the brothel madam Dina, who was more than happy to see you.

She leads you up the stairs to the secret room where you had once met Mysaria.

The room was dark and you barely see anything.

You feel yourself start to panic, assuming this was a trap, or worse, that Daemon had somehow found out again and was waiting for you instead.

"(y/n)?"

You hear the deep, gruff voice behind you. The same voice you had been waiting years to listen to again.

Tears well up in your eyes, but you quickly wipe them away so as not blur your vision as you turn to face the man you have been waiting for this whole time.

You choke up a sob when you see a candle had been lit to reveal his white hair, stubble face, and gold eyes that had nothing but love for at this moment.

"Geralt!"

Chapter 21

Masterlist

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RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

[heartsintertwine]

This is a permanent interaction post for those that wish to interact with Chucky. This just shows me you're interested in interacting with my doll muse. I can also rp him as his Ghost version and his human verse too.

Just specify when you want those, but by default hes his doll form. I also wanna make sure who's okay with me throwing him at people.

You can also just reply if you're fine with it and don't really like posts. That's still considered interacting with this post. I know how some people are triggered by dolls or Chucky in specific. This is why I am making this post. It will be reblogged throughout my time on here because hes my strongest muse at the moment.