#young gems fanfiction

[lung-worm2023]

Okay ima ask for your (🫵) opinion on which chapter idea i should write for Yg next.

[wooglebear]

I wanted to give Hazel and Cara special designs inspired by the Young Gems AU because i wanna design outfits

Cara has her hair in twintails, giving her sailor moon vibes (without buns).

I wanted to give them more of a white and red/black and blue contrast, bc why not?

I modelled Hazel after the color palette for love: red, white and pink. And gave Cara some coding palette. This version of Cara doesn't have her eye covered by her bangs :)

(Young Gems au: @lung-worm2023)

[greentrickster]

Okay, all you aspiring writers out there following my blog listen up, I’m about to lore drop something y’all may need to hear.

Now, I’m a Writer, capital letter and everything. It’s not my profession, it’s just what I am, simple as that. I’m thirty-five as I type this, and I’ve been writing for twenty-three of those years. Made the shift from someone who just does essays and stories and stuff for school to someone who Writes when I was twelve and decided, “I am going to write a Novel.”

Which I did.

Took me four years to finish, a hundred pages on Microsoft Word, single space, because that’s how long I thought it needed to be if it was going to be a novel.

And, y’all.

It’s bad.

Like, so bad.

Like, “I’m not even going to tell you what it’s about, only that it exists, this is a chapter of my life to be mentioned in passing, you will see no more, the way is shut, it was made by the dead and the dead keep it” levels of bad.

While I was doing this, I also wrote a lot of poetry. Some of that was okay. One of my ADHD powers is having a very good ear for both rhyme and rhythm, which is enough to get you labeled as the class poet in 5th  grade.

You won’t be seeing any of that either.

It’s not on par with the novel, but like... no one needs to be exposed to my teen-years poetry with the knowledge that that’s what it is.

Being a 1988 model, I didn’t discover fanfiction until about 2006. I was eighteen. The first thing I wrote was an absolute crack!fic that people enjoyed at the time, but which none of you will ever see without accessing the dark web or something similar because I’ve removed it from the legitimate internet. In fact, maybe just kind of treat anything of mine that I wrote before 2010 with extreme caution. And, even then, it’s not until 2014 that we get to my works that are still online which I look back at and go, “That? I’m still really proud of.”

It wasn’t until 2015/2016 that I started seeing myself not as someone who wanted to be a writer, but who already was one.

And it wasn’t until I was a decent start into writing my second mega!fic in 2020 that I looked down and realized that I might be writing something really special. Something that I was so proud of that I didn’t care that it was fanfiction, I was willing to talk to random people about it, because I felt so good and confident about what I was writing.

And that’s actually the point I’m trying to make. When people like me say, “Oh yeah, I’ve been writing for twenty-three years,” it’s not a statement of “Lol, I’m better than you, I’ve been at the top of my game forever, you’ll never catch up.” It’s a statement of, “Writing is a cumulative activity. If I’m good now, it’s because I’ve been doing this for a very long time, maybe longer than you’ve been alive. Look at where twenty-three years of work and practice have gotten me. And, much more importantly... think about where you are right now, and where twenty-three years of work, practice, and life experience will get you.”

Because there are a lot of young writers who I would absolutely consider my equals, don’t think I don’t see you there on AO3 and other places! And that’s what I always wonder when I think of how old you are compared to how old I am. Many of you are so much farther along the path of honing your skills than I was at your age... how much farther along will you be when you’re my age? Keep working at it and you’ll only get better, gain more polish, shine brighter. So many of you are already gems, and it’s my very dear hope that I’ll get to watch you become stars.

[cheynovak]

Healing Waters - pt 3

Characters: Azriel x F/Reader Y/N     

Summary:  Azriel is sent by Rhysand to the Spring Court to investigate Tamlin's erratic behavior. While spying in the woods, he comes across Y/N, an Illyrian female bathing under a waterfall. Intrigued by her beauty and shocked to see the scars where her wings should have been, he is immediately captivated.

Warnings: Hurt, pain, anger, nudity, spying, aggression, ...

English is not my first language 

*This story is my own fanfiction, please do not copy my work, reblog/comments/likes are appreciated* 

Part 3/?

* Published September 6th 2024 *

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** Y/N's POV **

With a deep, begrudging sigh, I accepted the High Lord’s decision to stay the night. There was no point in fighting it; I knew Tamlin's rage wouldn’t calm anytime soon. The last thing I needed was to face him again while he was still in that beastly form. The young warrior beside me seemed to relax slightly, though the tension hadn’t completely left him. I glanced at him, my curiosity piqued despite myself.

“I’m not willing to talk,” I said flatly, making it clear that I wasn’t here for pleasantries.

Rhysand, to his credit, didn’t press further. He merely gave a nod and gestured to the boy next to me. “Azriel, take her to her room,” he said. “Let her rest.”

Azriel’s gaze lingered on me for a moment before he nodded and motioned for me to follow. I kept a few paces behind him, watching the way he moved with such silent grace. He was dangerous, that much was clear, but there was something more. A quiet strength. And something else I couldn’t quite place.

We walked through the halls in silence, and when he finally opened the door to the room they had prepared for me, I froze.

I had never seen anything like it. The room was large, the walls a soft, calming shade of blue that seemed to reflect the twilight outside. The bed was massive, draped in rich fabrics I had never even imagined owning. A balcony with large glass doors opened to a stunning view of the city below, sparkling lights reflecting off the Sidra River. Everything about this place seemed impossibly beautiful, impossibly peaceful.

I stepped cautiously toward the window, peering out at the city. “Where are we?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.

Azriel’s voice came from behind me, quiet but steady. “Velaris.”

“Velaris…” I repeated, tasting the unfamiliar word on my tongue. The city of starlight, the court’s hidden gem. I had heard whispers of it once long ago, but I never thought it could be real. Not after all I had seen in this world. Not after I searched for it, begged our High lord, Rhysand's father to help me, to grand me refugee in his land.

Then, as if on instinct, Azriel asked a question that startled me. “Where did you used to live?”

The answer slipped from my lips before I had time to stop it. “Hewn City.”

I immediately regretted it. A piece of my past, unguarded and laid bare. I braced myself for more questions, but none came. He simply nodded, his face unreadable, and left without another word.

The door closed behind him, and I was left alone in this room that felt too big, too warm. I stood by the window for a long time, staring out at the sparkling city below, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirl within me—wonder, disbelief, and a familiar ache of something I hadn’t felt in years.

For the first time in a long while, I didn’t know what to do next.

** Azriel's POV **

As I walked back to Rhysand, my mind was racing, but I kept my expression neutral, unwilling to let the confusion or frustration show. When I reached him, he was leaning casually against a wall, though I could sense the weight of his thoughts behind his calm demeanor.

"Did you ever saw anything like this?" I asked, my voice low, not wanting to make a spectacle of my unease.

Rhysand’s eyes flicked to mine, and I knew he understood what I meant. He sighed softly, shaking his head. “No,” he said, his voice heavy. “We know of females being clipped, but I’ve never seen wings completely taken off like that.”

The memory of her back—those scars, the empty space where her wings should have been—flashed in my mind again, and a knot of anger twisted in my chest. No one deserved that, least of all an Illyrian who had already been cast out of everything we were. It wasn’t just cruelty; it was a calculated destruction of something vital, a punishment beyond pain.

“She lived in Hewn City,” I added, still trying to wrap my mind around her admission.

Rhysand’s brows furrowed, his expression darkening with confusion and intrigue. “An Illyrian in Hewn City? That’s… unusual.”

Unusual was an understatement. The Hewn City was no place for anyone like her. I’d seen the darkest corners of that court, but how had she survived? Who had she been there, and what had she endured? The questions swirled, but I kept them to myself. Rhysand already knew I was wondering, even if I didn’t voice it.

Rhys pushed off the wall, his expression shifting to something more determined. “I’ll hit the books,” he said, already thinking ahead. “There has to be something—records, mentions, something to explain what happened to her.”

He paused for a moment, considering me. “In the meantime, I want you to stay with her in the House of Wind. This place will keep her from running off. I need to know more about her, about what happened, and I doubt she’ll stay willingly.”

I nodded, unsurprised by his request. I didn’t mind staying close to her. Something about her… I couldn’t shake it. Not just the mystery, but the raw strength, the fire I saw in her eyes even as she lashed out at me. It was as if, despite everything she’d endured, she was still fighting.

“I’ll stay,” I said, already anticipating the sleepless nights ahead. “But I doubt she’ll talk.”

Rhysand smirked, though his eyes remained serious. “She doesn’t have to. She’ll slip, eventually. Everyone does.”

I nodded, but part of me doubted it. She wasn’t like anyone I’d ever met before. And I wasn’t sure if I wanted her to slip—or if I wanted to uncover the truth on my own.

As I turned to leave, Rhysand called out after me, “Keep an eye on her, Az."

I didn’t need the reminder, but I didn’t argue.

The truth was, I’d been keeping an eye on her since the moment I saw her in that forest, and I didn’t think I’d be able to stop even if I wanted to.

** Y/N's POV **

I felt his presence long before he knocked—Azriel. His aura was unmistakable, like a shadow slipping through the cracks of the door. When he finally entered, his movements were as silent as ever, his expression unreadable.

“I brought some clothes,” he said quietly, holding up a dark blue nightgown that looked far too elegant for someone like me. “You might want to change before dinner.”

“I’m not hungry,” I muttered, turning my back to him, arms crossed. I could feel his gaze linger for a moment, but he said nothing in return. Instead, he gently laid the gown on the bed before leaving as silently as he’d come.

I stood there for a long time, staring at the beautiful fabric, feeling stubborn and defiant. There was no way I’d go down there. No way I’d let them think I was going to play along with this. I’d been through too much to just fall in line because a High Lord and his silent shadowsinger told me to.

But then… the smell of food drifted up the stairs, winding its way under the door like a taunt. My stomach growled loudly in protest, reminding me how long it had been since I’d eaten anything worthwhile.

Cursing under my breath, I grabbed the gown and slipped it on. It fit perfectly, the soft fabric cool against my skin. I hated that it was so comfortable, hated that it felt like I was falling into a life I didn’t belong to.

When I finally made my way down to the dining area, I spotted Azriel standing by the window, his back to me, wings slightly flared as if he was on alert even in this peaceful place.

For the first time, I truly looked at him. His back was broad, his form rigid and strong beneath his Illyrian leathers, muscles tensed as if they were carved from stone. His thighs, encased in the tight, worn leather, looked unyielding, powerful. And then… his wings.

Gods, those wings.

They were massive and dark, veined with strength and grace, so unlike the memories of the wings I once carried. They seemed alive, every inch of them humming with silent power. The way they shifted slightly as he breathed, their sheer presence… it was impossible not to admire them. To be in awe of them.

I tore my gaze away, feeling something strange stir in my chest. Annoyance, frustration, admiration… I didn’t know. And I didn’t want to think about it.

I walked into the room, the soft fabric of the gown brushing against my legs as I approached the table. Azriel’s head turned slightly at the sound, and for a moment, I thought I saw the corner of his lips twitch—just barely, almost as if he’d been expecting me all along. But he said nothing, just moved to pull out a chair for me.

I hesitated, but hunger outweighed my pride.

As I sat down, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was watching me. Not with the same intensity as before, but with quiet observation. As if every move I made was being carefully cataloged, filed away in that silent, unreadable mind of his.

As Azriel turned to face me, my breath caught. My eyes landed on the siphons scattered across his body, glowing softly like jewels of power. I started to count them, my mind racing. One… two… three…

Seven.

My eyes widened slightly, the realization settling in. Seven siphons. I had never heard stories of warriors who wielded such immense power, let alone seen one in person. If he had seven, he must be more than just a skilled warrior—he had to be one of the most powerful Illyrians in existence.

He noticed me staring and raised an eyebrow, glancing down at himself as if to see what had caught my attention. “What?” he asked, his voice quiet but probing, like he was trying to unravel whatever thoughts were running through my head.

I couldn’t tell him the truth, that I was in awe of his strength, of the sheer raw power I could feel radiating off him. That would mean giving away too much, and I wasn’t about to let him have the satisfaction.

So instead, I bit back my admiration and smirked, crossing my arms. “Overcompensating, are we?” I nodded toward the glowing blue siphons on his hands and shoulders, feigning indifference.

His lips twitched at my remark, a flicker of amusement in his otherwise stoic face. “If I were,” he said, his voice smooth, “I’d need a lot more than seven.”

The comeback was so dry and unexpected that I almost laughed, but I quickly masked it with a huff, rolling my eyes. He might have caught me off guard, but I wasn’t about to let him think he had the upper hand.

Still, a part of me couldn’t help but marvel at him. Seven siphons… and the calm, quiet confidence he carried with them.

He was a lot different then the Illyrians I once knew.

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[piglinmyfeet]

YES please pretty please talk about your historical life series au

So, the setting is roughly late 1900s to early 1910s. Pre-war era England. London to be specific, though I am looking for a specific year to set this in (partly for the sake of character design)

The au contains all members of the life series, but some don't have set roles yet and I'm open to input on those, as well as ideas for characters who already have roles

The central characters are Joel and Scar (and to an extent, Grian), though the story is more from Joel's perspective overall.

Joel is an artist, as a reference to his empires s1. He was raised by his aunt and uncle in Yorkshire, along with his cousin but moved to London at a young age to pursue his career in art.

Scar is an American nouveau riche car manufacturer (a reference to hermitcraft S8) who recently moved to England and is a new patron of Joel's art.

Ren is Scar's old money neighbour who has a suspiciously familiar manservant. Spoiler but Ren is also the legitimate brother of Joel.

Martyn was the second son of an Earl and highly respected officer in the British army, however he died recently. Another spoiler, he faked his death and is disguised as Ren's manservant.

Grian is another neighbour of Scar's, though his family's wealth goes back much less far. Grian grew up with Martyn and Ren but has a deep hatred for the two of them and is determined to find something to ruin their reputation, such as an illegitimate sibling or the truth about a suspicious death.

Gem is an officer in the British army who replaced Martyn after his death. She has been disguised as a man since joining the army and is widely disrespected due to her age, despite how strict she is with the troops, rivalling many other officers.

Etho is an older army officer and the only person who knows Gem's status as he was the one who helped her make her way into the army.

Cleo is Martyns so called widow, making her a dowager. Don't ask why there was so much alcohol at her husbands funeral, a woman may cope however she pleases.

Scott is Cleo's new fiancé after the death of Martyn. He is a bankrupt noble due to a series of bad investments at the hand of his older brother and has agreed to marrying a wealthy dowager (Cleo)

Lizzie is Joel's ex-fiance who went missing a few years ago. Yet another spoiler, she got heavily involved in the suffragette movement (theyre the violent ones, the suffragists were the more peaceful ones) and is on the run from the law and under Cleos protection.

The two with less fleshed out roles at the moment are Jimmy, Joel's cousin he was raised with in Yorkshire, and Mumbo, a mechanic who works for Scar, so they need to be further developed

Then there's Pearl, Impulse, Bdubs, Skizz, BigB are Tango who I honestly have no clue where to fit them in here so please give me ideas 🥺👉👈 i literally love using that sequence of emojis its so silly

Places I took inspiration from for this are: A Gentleman's Guide to Love and Murder (Musical), The Unexpected Heiress (Visual Novel) and The Gentleman's Guide to Vice and Virtue (Book Series)

The last one is set in a completely different time period (1700s), however I took inspiration from it's mystery aspects (this also only applies to the first two books in the series) (it also has no relation to GGLAM, ignore their similar names, and the fact both have main characters who go by Monty)

(By the way, don't expect perfect historical accuracy, this is not the time period I've studied the most extensively. The one I have studied is not really suitable for Minecraft fanfiction, however I am still a history lover.)

[midnightpink]

Do Not Distrub

read it here on ao3

Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

by: surveycorpsjean

Words: 10,010, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English 

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Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia)

Relationship: Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Manga Spoilers, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post Chapter 322, First Kiss, Fix-It of Sorts, post s6e23

[from-a-legends-pov]

Star Wars Legends: Poll of the Week - Cardplayer, Gambler, Scoundrel, Businessman

Lando’s not a system, he’s a man…a businessman. Which of these Lando Calrissian business ventures from Star Wars Legends is your favorite?

Nomad City, a walking mining platform on Nkllon built from a repurposed Dreadnought-class heavy cruiser and 40 captured AT-ATs, which would constantly move to keep the mining facility on the night side of the extremely hot planet (Heir to the Empire)

Dometown, a kilometer-wide development of homes and other living areas in Coruscant’s lower levels, built in the hopes of luring people away from the crowded upper city and later used as a meeting area for the New Republic Defense Force (Ambush at Corellia)

The Calrissian-Nunb Mines, Lando’s attempt to take over the Spice Mines of Kessel (a notoriously dangerous mining operation once used by the Empire to enslave people) and turn it into a legitimate operation, in partnership with his wife Tendra Risant and his friend Nien Nunb (Fate of the Jedi: Outcast)

Hologram Fun World, an amusement park in a helium gas cloud near the Zabian system, which made use of holograms to simulate exotic locations or exciting situations. Attractions included the Anywhere Room, Nightmare Machine, Joy Domes, and the Enchanted Lagoon; Han Solo and Leia Organa once planned on getting married there (Queen of the Empire)

GemDiver Station, a space station that orbited as closely as possible to the planet Yavin to mine precious Corusca gems in the planet’s lower atmosphere (Young Jedi Knights: The Shadow Academy)

Tendrando Arms, a company founded with his wife Tendra Risant, which made Yuuzhan Vong Hunter One (YVH-1) battle droids to help fight the Yuuzhan Vong. Versions of the YVH-1 droids were used to create Lando’s personal bodyguard droid as well as Nanna, a droid who looked after the Organa-Solo children and later Ben Skywalker (The New Jedi Order: Star by Star)

Hungry for more Star Wars Legends content? Follow @from-a-legends-pov and check out our upcoming Star Wars Legends fanfiction event, From a Legends Point of View, HERE. Signups open April 28 — just a month away!

[johnica-weeks]

Johnica Week 2024

When is the event? 📆

This year's Johnica Week will start on Thursday 18th January and end on Sunday 21st January! For the first time the event will START on their wedding anniversary and continue throughout the weekend 🥰 But as always, don't worry if you're late! You can keep sending your contributions after the last day, these are simply indicative days to gather all together 💕

Where? 🔎

Here on Tumblr, on AO3 and also on Instagram for visual artists!

💚 Use the tag #JohnicaWeek2024 in your entries here and on Instagram!

📚 > Here is the AO3 COLLECTION where to post your fics! <

💚 Tag @eileen-crys and/or @johnica-weeks in your works so I can read, see and share them!

📚 At the end of the event I’ll make a Tumblr masterlist with all the works!

2020 Masterlist | 2021 Masterlist | 2022 Masterlist | 2023 Masterlist

The Theme 🎁

The 49th Wedding Anniversary comes soon before the huge milestone of the 50 years together, and it's usually represented by various symbols that I added to the prompts: Zircon, Orchids, the color Purple, and luxurious gifts. The main theme of this year's event is GIFTS, the act of giving the partner something material or abstract as an act of selflessness, that can have various meanings and various reactions.

Like all the prompts, it’s up to you to follow the theme or not, consider it just as a general theme that you could build your entries around. I chose some prompts that might fit this theme, that are about gifts as physical objects or as ideas for situations or alternative worldbuildings.

How? 🖼

You're encouraged to join with your preferred creative media or challenge yourself with something new! Fanfictions, drawings, comics, poetry, collages and photo edits, moodboards, anything you like! More in the RULES below.

Like all Ship Weeks, this is a fandom event to share love and creativity related to a particular couple, so be sure to engage with the entries and support all the artists and writers that chose to join! Reblog, leave likes/kudos and comment on the artworks to keep the fandom alive! 💜💖💕💜💖💕

Day 1 • 18 January (Anniversary!)

Flowers: Orchids are symbols of love, beauty, refinement, fertility, strength and resilience, and mature charm.

Surprise gift!

Handmade by the other

Young, poor and happy together

"I've got a loving wife and a couple of kids at home, that'll do me!"

Day 2 • 19 January

The color: Purple can evoke spirituality, mystery, royalty, imagination, compassion, fantasy, wisdom, creativity and sensitivity.

A kinky gift 😏

Concert tickets

Radio interview

“When you love something, you protect it with your entire life. Right now, my guts tell me to do the same.”

Day 3 • 20 January

Gemstone: Zircon zircon is a talisman of travelers. They count on it to lead to a shelter and show the right way. Plus, it is able to protect from injuries. Women used the gem to ease childbirth, drive away evil spirits, enhance health, get wisdom, and attract good luck.

Rejecting a gift

Torn between options

Dreaming and daydreaming

"You remembered something I’d mentioned a million years ago!"

Day 4 • 21 January

Celebration: Luxury the 49th wedding anniversary is the step right before the big 50, also known as the Golden wedding. All the symbols represent the wealth of experience a couple has after being married for nearly five decades. Two people who are willing to work together and compromise and do all the things that make a marriage successful deserve to celebrate with a bit of Luxury.

Matching pyjamas

Spa experience / Pampering one another

Knowing each other like an open book

"Oh my, this must have been expensive!" "Nothing is expensive enough for you, my love."

What can you do? ✒

You can join with fanfics, edits and moodboards, drawings of all kinds and if you want to sing or play an instrument please feel free to!

The requirements are:

John and Veronica Deacon as the main pairing;

Your love and creativity! 🥰

You can write/draw:

Fics with and without accurate settings and timelines;

Alternative Universes (AU) of any kind and genre, mixed or not with the prompts (ex. Fem!John AU + coffee shop, A/B/O AU + Superpowers);

“What if"s;

Genderswap/genderbending of any kind;

Other Queen members, friends, pairings, family, poly ships (that have to involve both John and Veronica!), OCs, etc…

Fluff, angst, crack, hurt/comfort, action, mystery, sexy times… anything you fancy!

🔥 NSFW is allowed with PROPER TAGS! IMPORTANT note: please interact with NSFW only if you’re +18! 🔞

… and more! If you’re unsure feel free to ask!

We’re here to celebrate John and Veronica Deacon, not to create drama or fights nor to disrespect their privacy. So please be considered about your entries and comments and always try to be respectful to John, to Veronica, to their family and friends, to the people who ship them or ship other couples and to your audience.

HOW to post? 🤔

You can post your entries here on Tumblr, on AO3 and on Instagram, using the hashtag #JohnicaWeek2024 and tagging me.

If you prefer, you can post anonymously on AO3, HERE is an easy guide on how to do it!

If you’re on Tumblr and want to post a fic anonymously please send me a DM and I’ll post it on @johnica-weeks on your behalf, crediting it as Anonymous author! I will also post fics from Anon authors posted on AO3 here on tumblr on Anon's behalf.

🔥 TAG your work APPROPRIATELY! This includes all potential triggers and smut. On Tumblr you can include the appropriate warnings at the top of the fic followed by a "keep reading” cut (you can add it in desktop version AND on mobile by writing :readmore: in a new line!) Also be sure to tag the rating of your fic, the genre and the themes of your story, enough to help the readers!

✨ If you’re still unsure, HERE’s a useful guide on how to tag your works!

As a reader... 📖

If you’re a fan of John, of Johnica or simply like to read fanfictions, positive interactions are always much welcomed! Support the authors by leaving likes, a comment (even a little one!) and sharing their work. On AO3 you don’t need an account to leave Kudos and Comments! (Unless the author has willingly prevented guests to comment). To leave a comment on AO3 you simply have to choose a temporary mail and set your email to get a notification for an eventual reply.

If a work is not tagged appropriately, you can reach out to me via DM and I’ll warn the author. If anything makes you uncomfortable, simply close the work! Do not engage by leaving nasty comments or messaging the author!

🔥 IMPORTANT!!! 🔥

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Gohan and Future Trunks Deserve Better

I have been getting back into DBZ and my love for Gohan and Future Trunks has been reignited. And I am just craving fics where these two precious gems can be doted on and pampered. Because they deserve it! Unfortunately, DBZ fanfiction is not awashed with soft, tender moments :(.

I just need to rant.

Let's start with Gohan. The best Saiyan hybrid. No one, not even Future Trunks, can compete with Gohan's top hybrid status. I know Gohan is not a fighter like his dad and he fights mainly to protect people...but I wish more fanfic writers would explore this as a trauma response. Think about it. Piccolo kidnapped him and forced him into the Saiyan fight. As much as I gush over the Piccolo & Gohan relationship, Piccolo's crimes can't be forgotten. He forced Gohan into fighting and he was not a nurturing teacher. Gohan's first experience with fighting was severely traumatizing. He endured all those brutal fights as a kid, a baby. He faced Frieza, the emperor of the universe, when he was FIVE YEARS OLD. Then the fate of the world was placed on his shoulders when he was 10 when he fought against Cell. Talk about a messed-up childhood.

Then we have the post Cell saga. I understand Goku wanting to stay dead to protect his family - I will never respect that decision. But he failed Gohan as a dad. Can we talk about the likely parentification Gohan would have experienced?? With Goku dead, Gohan is basically the head of the house. I can see Gohan being Chi Chi's support, especially when Goten came into the picture. So not only was Gohan thrusted into fighting and horrific battles throughout his childhood, but now when he needs his father the most as a young man he has no dad. I hope Krillin acted as a father figure. The Z fighters treat Gohan as one of the boys so much that they often forget he's a freaking child. Please get Gohan some therapy. The curse of being the oldest kid. You never get to be sheltered like the younger kids :(

And you best believe that Gohan had to step up as head of the family AGAIN when Goku decided to go on a training trip with Uub with a TBD timeframe. I know Gohan was a grown man then but still...

And now Future Trunks. Oh poor Future Trunks. After all he has been through, my boy Trunks deserves the world and an eternal vacation. Being the Earth's last hope is a heavy burden. Especially when you are not qualified. It's only fairly recently (maybe last year) that I learned that Trunks is not a good fighter. But you can't blame him. His training was severely limited and he was constantly fighting for his life.

The biggest disappointment of the Cell saga is that Trunks did not have a single mentor. By then, Trunks' epic entrance against Frieza should have worn off and it's disgraceful that no one took the time to train this kid. Vegeta should have taken Trunks under his wing but Vegeta couldn't give a damn. But come on, Goku, Piccolo?? Anyone? Even Popo would be better than nothing! Why didn't Piccolo take Trunks with him into the time chamber?? Someone give this guy some training! How could any of the Z fighters feel comfortable letting Trunks go back to the future with his lack of fighting skill?!!!

And I feel so bad for Trunks when it comes to Vegeta. Bulma sold her son a romanticized version of Vegeta and the man was a massive disappointment. Vegeta did not deserve such a sweet, loyal son like Trunks. Imagine you grow up in this dystopian world and you try to save another timeline even though yours will not be directly benefited. Then your foolish dad, in his quest for power, spits in your face and allows another monster to destroy the timeline you risked your neck to save. With Krillin's lovesick antics, Vegeta's testosterone stupidity and the Z fighters just being an uncoordinated mess, I am surprised Trunks did not tear his hair out in frustration.

Kid Trunks should be happy that Future Trunks was Vegeta's guinea pig for fatherhood. I mean I love Vegeta's character arc but I feel jealous on Trunks' behalf to see Vegeta become such a huge softy with Bra/Bulla.

And then Future Trunks has to go back home where he is the sole defender of Earth. And from what I hear, he loses everything in DBS. Can we just give Trunks a happy ending?! Forget Buu and the other intergalactic crazies! Just let Trunks be a teenager! Let him have awkward dates! Let him be a kid! Let him marry a sweet girl and have a family!! My boy deserves peace!!!

I just want to wrap Gohan and Future Trunks in soft blankets and hide them away.

[lirotation]

I Hail From Silverymoon: The Sway

Pov My little Fanfiction Astarion X Amaara Ashvale (My Wizard Tav)

Your wish is my command

It was obvious to everyone Amaara was smitten with Astarion. Just look at that dreamy smile that graced her lips and that adoring gaze she often cast his way! Shadowheart had even commented that their affection was becoming sickening.

Initially, Astarion had only seduced Amaara as a matter of self-preservation. He sought to win over a useful ally against potential threats. But he soon became aware of just how thoroughly the young mage had fallen for his charms. He decided to see what he could make her do, now that she regarded him with such trusting, enamored eyes...

One night as Amaara and Gale tallied inventory, the vampire spawn strolled up.

"Darling, the vendor in the grove has this exquisite enchanted leather armor. I've been thinking that it might suit me better. My current attire is too flashy for effective stealth, you see." he purred, "Could we get them tomorrow?"

Amaara looked up from her task, her face lighting up with that familiar smile. "Alright, I'll make sure to get it for you tomorrow."

He continued, letting a hint of needfulness enter his voice, "And there's also an enchanted dagger available. With it, I could offer you an even greater level of protection."

Amaara's response was almost immediate, her dedication unwavering. "What else do you require? Tomorrow, we'll head over and get everything you need."

Gale frowned, his disapproval evident in his voice. "Amaara, we can't simply spend all our coins like that. We must allocate enough for essential supplies."

"I'll go out to gather herbs right now. I'll craft some potions tonight and barter with Arron tomorrow," Amaara assured him, “Don't worry, Gale. I've already set aside ample coins to secure your next magic artifact. You'll be taken care of."

With that, she swiftly departed from the camp. The two men were left alone, and Astarion chuckled, "For someone with good intentions, she certainly knows how to put you in your place."

Gale felt a surge of frustration, a feeling akin to a slap in the face. He knew that his need for magical items often consumed a significant portion of the party's resources.

He replied dryly, "I only want prudent use of our limited funds."

"Of course, forgive my thoughtlessness," Astarion said smoothly. But his smug smile made Gale's blood boil.

Gale opened his mouth for a scathing retort, but caught himself. Astarion awaited his reaction eagerly, but Gale simply gave a thin smile. "If acquiring trinkets keeps you occupied, far be it from me to intervene."

With that, he smoothly returned to his task, denying Astarion the satisfaction of getting a rise out of him. After all, Astarion is the last person on Faerûn he wants to engage in a conversation with.

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The Sway

As the party's journey unfolded, they stumbled upon a mesmerizing dark amethyst during one of their explorations. Amaara's keen intellect kicked into gear as she examined the gem, a glint of realization shining in her eyes. She declared, "This is it. This is the key that can unlock the Necromancy of Thay."

A spark of intrigue lit up Astarion's gaze at her words. Observing the glimmer of hesitation in Amaara's eyes, he saw a chance to bend her will to his desires once more. He turned to her, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Would you be so kind as to let me have that book, darling?"

Amaara's fingers hovered uncertainly over the dark tome, an uneasiness settling in her chest. The ominous aura that clung to the book made her instincts recoil, a caution born of a lifetime of scholarly pursuits and magical studies. "I don't know...necromantic knowledge can be dangerous."

"I just wanted an edge over Cazador." Astarion purred, nuzzling her neck. "To keep myself safe, to keep you safe."

His touch made her shiver with longing, but apprehension lingered. "Perhaps it would be safer if Gale simply absorbed it..."

"Come now. Think of what knowledge could be gained from it," he cajoled, appealing to her scholarly side. His voice was a silky temptation that stirred something within her. "Imagine the secrets it holds, just waiting to be unveiled. I promise to tread carefully." he stroked her arm and met her eyes beseechingly.

Try as she might, Amaara found herself unable to resist when he gazed at her like that. "Alright, fine. But promise me you'll be careful, Astarion. Necromancy is dangerous, but it's not uncontrollable. I'll be watching over you." she conceded.

Astarion's lips curved into a satisfied smile, a silent triumph dancing in his gaze. He extended his hand, the anticipation evident in his posture. "You have my word, my dear. I'll handle it with the utmost care. You'll see."

And so, with the dark tome and the weight of his unspoken intentions, Astarion gained yet another victory.

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Murmurs of Discontent

Amaara accompanied Astarion on his nightly hunt one night. The flickering campfire cast a warm yet eerie glow upon the gathering of rest of the companions, their faces shadowed as they huddled together in quiet conversation. Gale, Wyll, Shadowheart, Karlach, and Lae'zel formed a circle, their shared unease drawing them together.

"Do you all see this? The way he's able to influence her decisions with such ease? It's as if she's... under his spell." Gale's brow furrowed.

Shadowheart's lips pressed into a thin line as she spoke, her voice edged with frustration. "We've seen the way she looks at him, as if he's the center of her world. It's sickening, really."

"Can't blame her for indulging in a bad boy," Karlach grinned and winked.

Wyll said. "True, but Astarion is not oblivious to this power he wields over her. He uses his influence to his advantage, and who's to say where that might lead us?"

Karlach's playful expression vanished. She slammed a fist into her palm. "Right then. it's time I had a little chat with that parasite, set him straight."

"Maybe something more subtle?" Gale suggested quickly. "Threatening him directly could make things worse."

Lae'zel finally spoke up after everyone voiced their concern. Her voice has a determined edge. "Amaara is no fool. The sways you worried about so far are over inconsequential decisions. She is not someone to be easily manipulated. Let's not underestimate her. We should wait and observe. If it becomes too out of control, simply dispose of him."

Lae'zel's words gave them pause. Perhaps they had underestimated Amaara's will. They exchanged glances between themselves. It is a delicate matter after all. For now, they will keep a watchful eye and do nothing more.

[lung-worm2023]

Young gems Magics. (Canon/Non-Canon (To the main au))

Starting with the canon ones.

The blue is water/ice magic,

The orange is sound magic,

The purple is dimensional magic,

The gray one is weather magic,

The brown one if time,

The red and yellow one is life and death magic,

The pink one is mind magic,

The white one is the magic of the light warriors,

And the black one is the magic of the Void rulers.

Now for the non-canon ones.

The pink and peach one is peace magic,

The bright green and yellow is healing magic,

The blue and purple one is music magic,

The dark purple and black in is war magic,

The light brown one is earth magic,

The cyan and gray one is sky magic,

The dark red and black one is underworld magic,

The bright red and orange one is fire magic,

The green one is nature magic,

And the yellow one is wind magic.

Bye :3

[jillsandwhichs]

Our Future Day's

Joel Miller x Reader series, Chap 3, A first for many

Masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x F!reader

Summary: You come home from your first day as an official doctor. within the evening, you order yourself some food and whilst eating, you hear a knock at your door. it's him, it's Joel. you two talk and well, he asks you to dinner

WC: 3.8k

Type: Sfw

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You opened up the front door to your home, letting out a big sigh as you walked into your house. It's around 5:30ish, you just got home from your first day at work. The most you can say was, well, it was eventful. Not fully what you were expecting either. You thought there'd be training of sorts, or it'd be a chill day considering it was your very first but no, you instantly got thrown around to different sections of the hospital to do all sorts of labor. It wasn't the worst though, just very stressful.

Looking over at your couch, you chuckled quietly to yourself, spotting Becker as he was fast asleep on it. He must've wore himself out today, running around the house and what not. He's too energetic for his own good sometimes. "Such a dork." You whispered to yourself, placing your car keys onto the kitchen's island counter. You were also very hungry, you didn't even get a lunch break at work, you definitely needed to make some dinner, you just had no clue what you'd make yet.

Yesterday, on Sunday, you went grocery shopping. You spent a whopping 300$, you got a whole lotta food, but Becker also came into the picture. You bought him his very own dog bed, a leash, some treats and some food for him, he was all set! He already loves the new toy you bought for him too, it's a chew toy shaped as a cucumber, he finds joy in the oddest of things. You slid off your jacket, setting it on the back of one of your kitchen chairs.

Your hair was also probably a mess too, all that running around in this September humidity was no joke, it was hot out today. Winter time can't come any sooner. You had it all pulled back into a loose ponytail, you had to, work procedure. You tried to remain quiet, not wanting to awaken Becker, you just weren't in the mood to take him outside so he can go potty, you'd prefer to make yourself something to eat first.

Opening up your fridge and your freezer, you took a gander at both, scanning all the products you had on the inside. You did have some frozen carbonara that looked good, came with the noodles, chicken and the peas, it was gonna be yummy but you weren't necessarily craving that. There was also a lot of fruit but you weren't craving a fruit salad either. Ever since you were a young child, you were picky. Not only with food either, with practically everything.

You turned your head around, looking at the house phone connected to the wall. You also currently have your card on you. It wouldn't hurt to possibly order some food, would it? You strolled over and picked up your phone, going on Safari and typing in "Local restaurant's near me?", Wanting to see what would pop up and unsurprisingly, a lot did. Dallas is a big place, so many restaurants, delis, cafés, etc.. Although, you were specifically craving one time of food - Chinese food.

The idea of that tangy orange chicken was ideal. Some sesame seeds on top of it, broccoli on the side, gosh it sounded perfect. You were also craving the noodles they serve, lo mein. Seeping soy sauce all over them was also always a gem. Not just those items either, egg rolls sound amazing too. You hope their sweet n sour is good, because that's a win or lose situation. Bad sweet n sour? Bad egg rolls. You needed to find a spot in town ASAP and search for their menu.

Scrolling through your phone, you saw a 4.7 starred restaurant on the Safari page. It seemed good enough. All of the reviews were positive and any that weren't only really complained about customer service but to you, that won't really be an issue. You hopped up off of the barstool and walked over to your house phone ; You would totally use your personal device but it's currently out of minutes.

You dialed the numbers, clicking each button firmly to not mess it up. You turned your phone off and held the main one up to your ear, hearing that classic, deep ringing noise until shortly after, you heard a man's voice on the other line. He stated the name of the restaurant then asked you what you'd like to order. "Hi, thank you! I would just like to order a ten piece count of orange chicken, two pints of lo mein and a six piece count of egg rolls with two sweet n sour containers, and that'll be all." You established with the worker.

After exchanging your personal info to have a delivery worker come by, you stuck the phone back up on the wall and let out a soft sigh. You hadn't even noticed but Becker had woken up, his tounge was out as he stared at you. "Hey baby." You whispered to him, kneeling down and giggling as he began to lick all over your face. "Oh Mama missed you too!" You shrieked, your fingers running through his fur. He'll always be your fur baby. Although, you assumed he was hungry and that's why he wanted your attention.

Standing back up, you glanced over at his sliver dog bowl, seeing only a little bit left. Yep, you were right. "You're just a hungry boy." You said playfully to Becker, opening one of the cabinets connected to the island counter. You pulled out his food, opening it and pouring a decent amount in his bowl and immediately, he went absolutely ham. Food is the key to a dog's heart, isn't it? He'd most likely have to go outside soon but you were dreading that. After the long day you've had, chilling out is all you wanna do.

Yesterday, you took the time to set up your living room, now it has an entire couch and TV in it, you even got Netflix to treat yourself! Last night, you started rewatching Friend's, it was always a goodie, an oldie, but a goodie. "Eat your food up boy, mama will take you out later." You stated to Becker, but he was too indulged in his meal. "Of course." You scoffed, a slight smile playing on your cute face.

You looked back up and through your kitchen window, Joel's home straight in front of it. You hadn't even acknowledged him today, that's a record. His car was in the driveway, he may have just recently gotten home because no way did that workaholic stay home. Only way he'd do that is if his little girl is sick or something. Other than that, you highly doubt it. Joel was so helpful on Saturday, you seriously put him to work and not a single complaint was heard. He was such a man.

At work, for some reason, you hoped he'd pop in. He did tell you he gets checkups there, along with his daughter, so you prayed but obviously that wasn't going to happen. As you keep thinking to yourself, you truly don't know what it is about that man that causes you to crave him. Would crave even be the right word...? You just want him, you want to be around him. He's such a genuine person and anytime he's in your presence, it feels different ; You feel awfully different. He just seems like a great man to have around and you'd love to keep it that way.

You wonder if he ever thinks about you throughout the day. You catch yourself doing it often, like right now for example. He simply draws you in like a lure then doesn't let you go, he just gets you closer and closer with no stopping. You doubt he's attempting to do that, he doesn't even know how he makes you feel. Even you don't know! He literally has your mind all over the place, bouncing off of the walls in your head like your brain drank 15 energy drinks. Or a gazillion beers which at this rate, you probably need.

You shook the thoughts of Joel from your head, heaving deeply and taking one last good look at his house, thinking about what he could be doing inside. You turnt your head, checking on Becker whom was still eating, he must've been starving, you'd leave him alone. You picked up your phone and slipped it into your pocket as you sat down on the couch, your legs stretching felt amazing, you needed this. You decided to watch your show to pass the time until your Chinese food arrives.

The remote was tucked into the couch cushion, Becker's chunky self must've caused that. You used it to switch the TV on, the Vizio logo appearing smack dab on screen. You wanted to buy a Roku but for you, that was out of your price range. This was a used Vizio but it worked greatly, you were happy you found it at a good price. On the TV, you only had Netflix and YouTube but you weren't much of a television watcher anyways, only really when you eat or if you want noise on in the background, even then, half of the time you play music instead.

On Netflix, you went to your 'continue watching' section and turned on Friend's, you'd probably only be able to finish an episode or two before your food comes. Man, you were very excited, food was what you needed right now. As you focused on the show, you patted the couch a couple times, wanting Becker to come cuddle up with you, which he did. The dog hopped up onto the couch, setting himself in a comfy position, his tail wagging on your lap as he layed there. "Good boy." You cooed to the doggo, now just relaxing and watching your show til your meal arrives...

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Midway through the second episode you were on, you heard a knock at your front door, specifically five knocks. You felt giddy, gosh you couldn't wait to get your hands on the food. Hopefully it looked even better than it did in the images, because it looked yummy. You snatched your wallet off of the table, then stepping right on over to the door, opening it up. A man was standing there, two seperate bags in his hands that smelt so fucking amazing.

"Hello, you ordered this?" "Yes, you have the right house." You tittered, taking both bags and setting them on the floor beside you. "How much do I owe you?" "21$ to be exact." The man answered you. Nodding, you opened your wallet and pulled out a twenty with a one dollar bill, passing it to the man. "Thanks." "No, thank you, have a good evening and drive safe." You spoke kindly before deliberately shutting the door. You looked down, a teeny squeal releasing from you as you grabbed both bags.

You set them down on the island counter, undoing the knot the worker had put on the thin, plastic straps. All of the food was in reusable containers, which was beneficial to you. Growing up, your family would reuse butter containers, cups from Happy Meals at McDonald's and even deli meat containers. Hey, it's one way to not let it go to waste!

You grabbed out your orange chicken, then your lo mein and lastly, your egg rolls. Even Becker was curious but he need not worry, you'll share with him... Sort of... You ambled towards your strainer, pulling out a white, glass plate and setting it down. Attached to the orange chicken box was some chop sticks, it was super convenient. Who eats Chinese food with regular silverware? Definitely not you. You've adapted to chop sticks, main reason being you also often eating Sushi.

You set up your plate, it was a feast and you were ready to devour it. You sat down on the barstool, unpacking the chop sticks and briskly picking a piece of orange chicken up, moaning as you took a bite. It was very tasty, but definitely not better than back home but then again, you're just biased. But this was honestly great, it tastes so tangy yet salty but also sweet all at once. It really hit all the boxes on what a perfect piece of orange chicken should taste like.

You ate another piece, absolutely hounding it down. Going an entire day without eating, especially in a hospital, was hell. You ate literally nothing today, there's no doubt in your mind you'll eat this entire plate in one sitting. Your dog was lucky, he gets an entire bowl of his food numerous times a day, he'll never go hungry. He's more taken care of than you are but that's only thanks to you being such a great dog mama.

Eyeing down the lo mein, you used the chop sticks to twirl a few noodles onto them, the dark sauce dripped from them as you brought the delicious food up to your mouth, engulfing it. Even the noodles were fantastic, you forgot to ask for soy sauce but some of that on these would be heavenly. "Thank you Lord." You joked, garfing down more of the lo mein, it was definitely the highlight of this dinner.

Although, you were most excited for the egg rolls, now those looked crispy and chunky, the fatter, the better. You got the chicken kind, it's always been superior. You took the lid off of the medium sized sweet n sour container. The liquid looked thick, it looked just as the sauce always should. You dipped the egg roll deep into it, until it couldn't go down anymore, then you pulled it out and took a hefty bite. Chewing it, the flavor bursted in your mouth. It just keeps getting better & better.

As you were eating, you heard a knock at your door again. Was it the delivery man? What could he possibly need, you were trying to eat. You quickly shoved another piece of chicken into your mouth, chomping it up and swallowing it with haste as you opened your front door. It wasn't the delivery man. In fact, it was someone much different. It was Joel. He was wearing a tight black shirt with jeans and he was holding a small see through container full of no bake cookies.

"Joel? Hey." You said casually, trying to seem as normal as possible. "Hey darlin', ion mean to intrude or anything but my daughter, Sarah, had a bake sale at school today and she brought home all these cookies. I'm afraid I don't personally like em but I wanted to see if you did? Don't wanna let her cookies go to waste." Joel explained, his accent making you melt. The gesture was so kind, so sweet. Your heart was skipping beats as you looked down at his veiny hands, the way they held that box was attractive. Full on grip and everything.

"Oh, of course, any kind of cookies are great, here, bring them in." You stood to the side, allowing Joel to come inside. You gave you a small smirk before stepping in. He whistled briefly, analyzing your house. "Been only a damn day and you already got your house finished, atta girl." Joel praised you, setting the cookies down on the counter. He took notice of your food, even he could agree it smelt lovely. "My bad, I really didn't mean to intrude while you was eatin' your dinner." "Joel, truly, no problem at all, it's actually nice to see you after such a day." You slipped out, your tone a little too soft.

Joel chuckled, crossing his arms, causing his muscles to flex, "Why? What's been so bad about your day?" "First day of work, no training, it was just straight to the gist of it." You sighed deeply, sitting back down on the barstool. Joel continued to stand. "Ah, I imagine being a doctor ain't easy, you got lives to save n all." He replied, he made it clear he didn't see an issue with getting straight to work but for you, it was, you were extremely nervous, it was your first ever day.

"Well, yeah but thing is, I was just thrown in there, no clue of where I was or where to go and I had like at least thirty patients today... One of them had a broken ankle, it was so swollen, I felt horrible and I felt like I didn't do the best I could've done if I was more prepared." You went on, venting helped. Joel listened carefully, understanding where you were coming from. "Guess I can understand that but you're a special one, you are a damn doctor, don't freak yourself out." He said calmly. "You went to medical school, you're a smart girl, you don't need no damn training." He snickered, shaking his head slightly.

You sat there and heard out what he was saying. His voice was so deep yet you could tell his words were meaningful. You felt your cheeks go pink, the heat of them radiating throughout your body. You don't think he realizes the things he's even saying. "You're sweet." You giggled, looking down, it was hard to proceed with eye contact. "No, I ain't sweet, I'm just truthful." Joel grumbled, clearly he doesn't take all that well to being complimented.

"How about you though? How was work as a contractor?" You questioned, your voice getting all 'valley girl' when saying contractor. Joel laughed lightly, liking your comedic side. "Very uneventful aside from the fact my damn brother fell from a ladder, nearly broke his ass." Joel shrugged. You cackled, finding his way of saying thing's amusing. "Nearly broke his ass? Hmm, maybe I'll see him in the ER soon." You teased. "I wouldn't be surprised." Joel agreed.

"Are you reckless?" "No, I'm smart, I get called reckless, yet I rarely get hurt." "Well, get hurt on purpose so you can come see me at work." You joked. "Maybe I oughta, it'd be like seeing sunshine during a rainstorm." He chortled. Him saying that literally made your stomach do flips. Does he realize what that even means? Maybe he has a different perception of it. To you, it means his job sucks and seeing you would make it all the more better. Are you some sort of light in his darkness?

You giggled, attempting to play off what he had said as if you didn't understand it or something. You stood up from the other side of the counter, wanting to walk back over to where he was but as you did, you felt something beneath your feet and right as you realized, you were slipping. You closed your eyes and went to hold onto the counter but was ultimately unsuccessful. You were fully ready to now "break your ass" but you never even fell.

You opened your eyes, Joel's arm wrapped around your back, his other arm wrapped around your front. Your hands rested on each of his forearms, he was so strong, it was so appealing & alluring, his body type. You couldn't help but stare into his siren brown eyes, they pierced through yours like a blade, so dark yet there was something behind them you couldn't quite make out. You felt his fingers dig into your hip, it felt good, it made your stomach drop though, in the best way it could.

Beginning to giggle, you stood back up on your feet now, slightly embarrassed by what just happened. "My bad, I'm so clumsy." You vocalized, your hands still on his arms. Joel was silent for a few more seconds but let out a faint chuckle, "Gotta be more careful." His fingers lingered on your waist as he said that, but they eventually left as you also let go of him. "Sorry..." You soughed, fixing your hair that had flew as you almost fell.

You didn't realize at first until moments later but Joel was staring at you, his eyes fixated on you and didn't leave til you made eye contact. "Is everything alright?" You questioned the man. Joel breathed out heavily before speaking, "Listen, I know we just met on Friday, hell, it's only been three and a half day's but I'd really enjoy getting to know you better, so I'm just wondering and don't feel pressured, but I'm just wondering if you'd like to have dinner at my place Wednesday evening, I would totally do it for tomorrow but I'll be workin late." He let it all out, all at once.

Utterly shocked, you stood there, overall trying to process his words. Joel... Wanted dinner... With you? Was this real? Are you dreaming? Has God truly gifted you this? You couldn't believe your hears. He wanted to have dinner with you, homemade dinner at that, you were intrigued. "Dinner? At your place?" You wondered, gazing at him, your eyes going back and forth from his eyes to his lips. "Yeah, yeah, I plan on making a mighty fine dinner on Wednesday and it would be a pleasure if you joined."

What did he think you were going to say? No?

"I would be honored." You blushed, giving him a quick soft smile. Joel nodded, he seem relieved. "Well, that's an answer for the books." He chuckled, sighing deeply. "Yeah, just swing by Wednesday evening, round 7:30 PM, I'd say." Joel kindly said, his arms crossed again. "Sounds like a plan, should I bring any food or...?" "Nah Darlin', it'll be me cooking. Sarah would also like to meet ya so it'll be a nice dinner, don't sweat it." "Your daughter wants to meet me?" "Yeah, my loud mouthed brother decided to bring you up and now Sarah is all curious, she's an inquisitive one." Joel laughed.

"Well, tell Sarah I would love to meet her too, and that I'll see her Wednesday." You glimmered at him, tilting your head slightly. Joel nodded, unfolding his arm's. "Great, good, it'll be nice." Joel added on, slowing stepping backwards, "I'll let you finish your dinner and get settled for the night but uh, I'll see you soon, yeah?" "Yes." You smiled, also stepping back towards your food. Joel smirked, giving you a quick wink before exiting through the front door, leaving those cookies for you.

You were insanely nervous. Was this... Like a date? You couldn't tell. Probably not since his daughter will be there but the way he worded it, it seemed like it was going to be a date. Either way, your heart was beating like drum in your chest. This was a big step for you, you'd actually see his home now, meet his daughter, it was going to be pleasant. You imagine she's a sweetheart with how Joel talks about her. You hope she'll like you.

Sitting back down, you picked your chopsticks back up with a hum, ready to finish your dinner.

But boy, were you excited for your upcoming dinner with Joel.

[thunderwetter]

New Fanfiction Project!

Soooo there's a lot of wonderful minds on the Big Bang Server and from chatting there I got another fanfiction in the making that's not just gonna be smut but also an actual proper multichapter story!

I don't wanna spoil to much but it's a fantasy AU where a young prince Blurr gets kidnapped by the evil shapeshifter Shockwave, instead of being cubed he's seduced, cursed and trapped in a gem and the tavern owner Swerve will go on a quest to save him!

For the characters they're mostly a mix of IDW2005 and Animated, I'm currently doing actual outlining and notes *before* I write so yeah, it's definitely gonna be more than 10 chapters I think xD

Little teaser for the main character dynamic:

The prologue is gonna be written in a fairytale style so keep an eye open for that!

The working title is "Swift as falling skies" but that's still subject for change, feel free to have better ideas kkkk

Any questions/suggestions?

[the-owl-tree]

oh my GOD I love your isekai warriors au.... I love that the isekai trope is becoming a lot more popular, especially in anime... please tell me more about it!!

shaking ur hand rn hello fellow isekai anime/other mediums fan :3c FIRST lemme go on my tangent about this genre and my main inspo because wow this got way too long lol

isekai is total comfort food for me haha it's my go to genre of manga/manwha/webcomic reading whenever i'm feeling down and while i generally feel the genre is getting bloated and somewhat stale in anime, i still enjoy it quite a bit. It's a cute idea with a lot of potential, i just wish less of the shows went for the wish fulfillment route of things since we have so many by now.

mine is very inspired by a lot of korean manwha style stories in which the protag gets trapped in a show/game/book/etc. and has to deal with it, specifically what if you became the villain of a story. A lot of them play off the trope of the one dimensional evil villainess and how an average person would have to deal with coming into the body of someone like that and dealing with consequences. That, or it's the tragic villain, someone's who's life is marred by tragedy usually of their own doing.

The most interesting ones are those that play on how character archetypes would actually work in the story. The cold bad boy is just a shitty abusive guy, the shy guy who follows the girl is kind of a stalker, and so on.

One of my bigger inspirations was a plotline that also stuck out to me: a teen girl who died too soon and got reincarnated as the mother of the protagonist. obviously she has no clue what to do, she's a kid who wants to go home! And the only way she thinks she can is by ensuring the story goes as planned (and this of course is doomed from the start, unbeknownst to her, the villain is a reincarnater too and has already made tremendous changes). She dies and the reader never knows if she gets to go home or not. It's kind of this rough around the edges gem of an idea that I love and obviously had to steal for myself.

note for anyone getting intrigued by my descriptions uh a lot of these stories tend to be pretty shallow in their exploration. this subgenre consists a lot more of wish fulfillment/revenge fantasies comparatively to like a deep dive of "oh my god i've fucked up the narrative". Not to say they don't have interesting ideas! many are super interesting. just like. temper your expectations if you're going in

originally the story was gonna be set in a canon arc but that felt boring so i decided to just make up a whole story for it

The story is meant to be a (loving) poke at old fanfiction, common tropes in the aforementioned subgenre of isekai, and just a general ""cliche"" Warriors series (in the human universe here, I figured it's call Battlers/Battle Cats or something stupid lmao). In this story, Frostblaze is born into [ONE OF THE FOUR FAKE CLANS I HAVENT FIGURED OUT NAMES YET IM SORRY]. She's the born to an unnamed mother who tragically died of illness when she was just a young baby and has no clue who her father is.

She's isolated from her peers due to her eyes which some believe are an omen of her unnaturality. This only worsens when she is apprenticed to their Clan leader and causes Honeypaw, the daughter of the Clan leader, to become enraged with jealousy. She is one of Frostpaw's worst tormentors in the early parts of the book and eventually, during a battle, tries to off Frostpaw herself....but is killed by Frostpaw's love interest, the dashing and handsome (if a bit stupid) Eaglepaw of [INSERT RIVAL CLAN HERE].

The two hit it off (Honeypaw is an after thought at this point) and work together to stop the eeevviilll leader of uuhh eviiiiilll clan. They win, live happily ever after, Frost is actually their Clan leader's daughter and Honeypaw is her half-sister and blah blah blah.

At least, they're supposed to. Honeypaw, out hunting, is hit by a truck at the same time a human is. Human wakes up as a cat about to be buried because everyone thinks Honeypaw is dead and freaks the fuck out.

A lot of the plot points are kind of just me working through my gripes of the subgenre lmao:

"the person who is reincarnated is more adept and cool and better than their character and everyone loves them" -> Honey is awkward, neurotic, and can come off as rude to those who don't know her. Even her coolest trait, her wrestling ability, is off-putting because oh my god why are you putting a cAT IN A SPIDER GUARD THEIR SPINES DON'T BEND LIKE THAT HONEY PUT HIM BACK TO NORMAL-

She reread the story before she died but, because she has no pen, no paper, and sadly of all, no thumbs, she's unable to write it down to keep remembering it when she gets sent to this world. It's awful and she desperately wishes she had thumbs back.

she stands on two legs, makes weird comments alluding to being a human, and just is a bit of a weirdo. Honeypaw was isolated for being mean, Honey is isolated for making everyone uncomfortable (unintentionally). However, her isolation allows her to slip under the radar and do some more investigating, as she's noticed that some of the details in the story aren't adding up...

The story is strange and the characters aren't as she remembers now that they're in the flesh. Of course, her main priority is to thwart Honeypaw's assassination attempts, the spirit being intent that the way to get her body back is if she dies again. It's only from a near death experience that they realize that that's not gonna work and have to work together to change the story so they don't die!

and, as many people have pieced together, they're not alone.

[jonestherobotdog]

a long time ago I found an incredible story. the prince of the tigereye kingdom was captured by the king of the emerald kingdom. the tigereye prince did not know how to harness the power of his gems and is taught by his captor-turned friend after an assassination attempt

I cant remember. I want to read it again. I know the author was selling the story as a physical book, but I was too young to buy one.

I'm not sure if they changed the characters but it had started as a markiplier jacksepticeye fanfiction that grew into its own world.

I wish I could find it again.

[oblivions-dawn]

𝐖𝐲𝐧𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐞; 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝

─[✦]─ ❝ɪ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴘᴏssɪʙʟʏ ᴘᴀss ᴜᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴘᴘᴏʀᴛᴜɴɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ғᴀɪʟ.❞ ─[✦]─

Age: 26-29 Pronouns: She/Her Gender: Female Sexuality: Polyamorous Pansexual Height: 6'2 Birthsign: The Tower Race: Altmer Class: Charmer/Whip-Thrasher Alliances: Thieves Guild of Riften Family: Sivrien - Father [alive]; Joriael - Mother [alive]; Elindil - Brother [alive]; Lyathel - Sister [alive]; Finnien - Brother [alive]; Rulve - Sister [alive] Love Interests: Karliah [romantic]; Sapphire [romantic/sexual]; Vex & Svana [previous]; Brynjolf [business]

For lore and extras, please peruse under the cut below!

𝐋𝐨𝐫𝐞;

Wynn was the third child born to an upper class family in Lillandril, who were rich due to their shipbuilding business. As a middle child, she was often overlooked by her parents and overshadowed by her older, more successful siblings. She had a cousin that she often played--and got into trouble--with. At a young age she had a tendency to steal jewellery from extended family members, a habit that she perfected over the years. Eventually, her mother tried to set her up with a high-ranking Thalmor Justicar, and Wynn realised that her previously enjoyed freedom was in jeopardy. In secret, she had a ship built and hired a crew, then took to the seas to become a pirate--and to live the free life she so desired. After many years sailing the ocean, Wynn was caught and jailed in Windhelm. Her first mate rescued her, only to inform her that her ship had been destroyed and her crew had disbanded. Disheartened by this news, Wynn went to Riften in search of refuge. After Wynn worked in Haelga's Bunkhouse for some months, her underhanded thieving had grabbed the attention of Brynjolf after Haelga complained. Now Wynn happily steals on behalf of the Thieves Guild--and gets paid for it, too.

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐬;

❂ Wynnarwe makes an appearance in my sequel fanfiction, Breathless, in Chapter 6, The Gathering Storm, and Chapter 7, A Delicate Extraction. ❂ Her full name is Wynnarwe Elsinael ‘len Joriael Taena Anaelion ‘ata Sivrien Kaenoril Ranimare ‘cal Camahl-Thramire. ❂ Wynn had a brief love affair with Svana Fair-Shield, which earned her extreme disapproval from Haelga. Despite that, she still, occasionally, visited Svana--until the auburn informed Wynn that she and Ingun had unexpectedly become an item. ❂ She also slept with Brynjolf. For business reasons, of course. ❂ She typically uses her whip or whatever is on hand in the moment to fight if she has no other choice. This has led her to use silverware and even a stick in previous situations. ❂ Wynn owns a manor in Riften that has secret access to Shadowfoot Sanctum, which grants her a more discreet and direct entry into The Ragged Flagon. ❂ During discussions with Nocturnal, Wynn offered herself up as a consort rather than a guardian of the Skeleton Key after she dies. To everyone's surprise, the Daedric Prince found this amusing, and agreed. ❂ Wynn's flower crown has gold kanet flowers, juniper berries, and redwort flowers. ❂ She's ambidextrous--and incredibly proud of this fact. ❂ Wynn's eyes are akin to jaspilites. ❂ She's gone through the most character changes. She was originally blonde, then brunette, then blonde again. She also used to be named Aerwynn. ❂ She had a drink with Sanguine once. Although it was supposed to be A Night to Remember, she doesn't remember much at all--only the headache of a quest that followed. ❂ After Sapphire gifted her with a gem of the same name, Wynnarwe had Madesi craft an earring with it, which she wears all the time.

For information on other OCs, you can find them under Senu's Skyrim OCs! If you'd like to see fanart of Wynnarwe, browse her tag on my blog!