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My guilty pleasure of “insert reader” fanfics
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All the torso animated studies.
I'm an extrovert, I have no issues talking with random people :3
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An "Accidental" Encounter
[INT. LIVING ROOM – DAY]
Gojo stands at one end of a small table, leaning over a set of unorganized papers. Nine-year-old Megumi sits on the opposite side, arms crossed, his face a mixture of skepticism and confusion.
Gojo (slamming his hand on the table, leaning forward energetically): Okay, let’s review the plan! A block down the street, there’s a charming little French café called “Le Café du Jardin.” At the first outdoor table, there will be a beautiful lady named “Reader.” Reader visits the café every Sunday at exactly 3:30 PM to read and to drink herbal tea. She doesn’t know me—yet—but you, my dear Megumi, are going to help us become acquainted.
Megumi (frowning, leaning back slightly in his chair): Wait a second... If this “Reader” doesn’t know you, then… How exactly do you know her schedule?
Gojo (pausing):… That is not important.
He straightens up, gesturing with his hands.
Gojo (with a wide grin): What is important is that you’re going to help me get her cell phone number.
Megumi (raising an eyebrow skeptically): And how exactly am I supposed to do that?
Gojo (clapping his hands together): Simple! Just repeat what is written in this script. You’re going to walk up to Reader and say…
He gestures at Megumi expectantly.
Megumi (dryly, deadpan): Hello, Miss Reader. I think my guardian is stalking you. He says he’ll force me to sleep in the streets until I bring him your cell phone number.
Gojo (becoming frustrated): Nooo! Absolutely not! You ran away from home because you didn’t want to eat your damn vegetables and got lost! Come on Megumi, I spent all night working on this!
Megumi (pauses to read Gojo’s notes): You actually put effort into writing this rubbish? I think I prefer to spend my day off playing outside.
Megumi gets up to leave but Gojo quickly moves to block the door with his body. Gojo kneels down to Megumi's height and places a hand on Megumi's shoulder .
Gojo (pauses for a moment then begins to speak in an overly sweet tone): You know Megumi… In some countries, children are visited by a magical fairy that will leave them gifts in exchange for their baby teeth. Sometimes when children help out their mommies and daddies, the fairy will reward them with extra gifts! If you help me out, I’m sure the fairy will reward you with ¥500 !
Megumi: … I don’t know if I should be more offended by; that you think that I’m dumb enough to believe in the Tooth Fairy, or that I can be bought with just ¥500.
Gojo: Oh come on Megumi can’t you help me out please? I’ll pay you ¥5,000 for your trouble.
Megumi: You better make it ¥10,000.
Gojo (Starting to get frustrated): Seriously?! I let you live here for free! You should want to help out of gratitude! You know what? Maybe I should make you sleep outside!
Megumi: Fine! I'll just go camping in the backyard until CPS arrives!
Gojo (Rubs his temples in annoyance): Dear God why do you have to make this so difficult? How about I pay you…. ¥7,500 and I let you stay up past your bedtime for a whole week?
Megumi: ….. Fine, I'll do it for ¥7,500! So I go up to this girl named Reader and then what?
Gojo: Then you’re going to ask Reader if you can use her cell phone to call your amazing uncle Satoru. While you’re waiting for me to arrive, you’ll casually tell her how incredibly attractive I am.
Megumi (Looking him up and down): You’re attractive? I’m not sure I follow…
Gojo: Of course I’m attractive! I’m tall, handsome, rich, mature, virtuous, and incredibly humble. Oh, and don’t forget to mention that I’m single!
Megumi (deadpan, tilting his head slightly): Well, I’ll give you “tall,” but I’m not so sure about being humble or virtuous…
Gojo (slightly offended): What are you talking about? I’m practically a saint!
Megumi (narrowing his eyes): Right…. Except last month you killed a guy for scratching your car and then drew dicks on his face. Last week you change the men's and women's bathroom signs... Then there was that time you went into angry drunken rage over not being able to nominate yourself for a Nobel Peace Prize….
Gojo freezes, his confident grin faltering. He squints suspiciously at Megumi.
Gojo : … And you are not going to mention a single word of that to anyone especially to Reader!
Megumi glances out the window, ignoring Gojo’s theatrics.
Megumi (dryly): It looks like it’s going to rain. Can I at least have an umbrella?
Gojo (waving him off, shaking his head): No, no, no! You’ll look more sympathetic if you’re wet.
He pauses, tapping his chin thoughtfully.
Gojo (suddenly inspired and snapping his fingers): Actually, let’s rub some hot sauce in your eyes to make you cry! It’ll make you look more pitiful!
Megumi stares at him, utterly unamused. He leans forward, resting his head in his hands.
[EXT. LE CAFÉ DU JARDIN – LATE AFTERNOON]
The busy sounds of the street quiet down a bit as Megumi walks up to a small, picturesque café. He stops at an outdoor table where a young woman, Reader, is engrossed in a book. A hot cup of tea sits next to her. Megumi pauses for a moment, then lightly tugs on her sleeve.
Megumi (quietly, almost timidly): Excuse me, Miss…
Reader looks up from her book, her gaze soft but curious.
Reader (smiling kindly): Yes?
Megumi (looking down slightly, his voice steady but polite): Can I please borrow your phone? I need to call for a ride home.
Reader’s expression softens even more. Without hesitation, she picks up her phone and hands it to him.
Reader (warmly): Of course.
Megumi takes the phone, glancing up at her briefly before dialing. His expression is calm, but there’s a flicker of guilt in his eyes. As he presses the call button, he meets her gaze directly.
Megumi (sincerely, voice low): I just want to say beforehand, I’m really sorry that I have to drag you into this.
Reader looks slightly confused. The phone barely rings once when—
Gojo (practically materializing out of thin air, loudly and dramatically): Fushiuro-chan!!!!
Reader jumps slightly in her seat as Gojo rushes up, arms outstretched. He picks up Megumi in a constrictive hug and begins spinning the small boy in circles.
Gojo (buries his face into Megumi’s hair): I’ve been so worried about you! You should know better than to run away like that.
Megumi (gasping for air and trying to break hold of Gojo’s hold.): Can’t breathe!
Gojo pretends to just notice the reader and carelessly drops Megumi on the ground. He straightens up, bowing slightly toward Reader with an apologetic look that’s more charming than sincere. Megumi starts gasping noisily for air. Reader looks a little startled but doesn't say anything.
Gojo: Thank you so much for watching over him, Miss! I hope my boy hasn’t caused you any trouble.
Reader: Oh, not at all. He’s been very polite.
Gojo (looking overly emotional): You’re too kind! Let me introduce myself—my name is Gojo Satoru, and this is my ward, Megumi Fushiguro.
Reader (hesitates for a moment, then shakes his hand): It’s nice to meet you.
Gojo doesn't let go of the reader's hand and instead interlaces his fingers with hers.
Gojo (voice dropping to a sympathetic tone): Thank you for being so understanding. I’ve recently adopted Megumi-kun after he was abandoned by his abusive father.
Megumi (frowning): But I have never been abu—
Before Megumi can finish, Gojo kicks Megumi's shin.
Megumi (winces, staggering slightly as his eyes begin to water from the pain): …!
Reader untangles her hand from Gojo and stares at Megumi with a look of concern. Gojo quickly swoops in, wrapping an arm around Megumi’s shoulders as if to comfort him.
Gojo (gently wipes away Megumi’s tears): It’s okay Fushiguro-chan. You don’t have to hold back your emotions anymore.
Megumi freezes, his eyes narrowing dangerously as Gojo leans in closer.
Gojo (voice voice dripping with fake sympathy): Do you remember what your therapist said? It’s okay to cry!
Megumi’s eyebrow twitches, his face a mixture of pain, anger, and annoyance. Reader watches the interaction, looking torn between sympathy and confusion.
Reader (softly): I … didn’t realize you were going through so much, Fushiguro-chan.
Megumi (gritting his teeth, barely keeping his composure): I’m fine.
Gojo (starts aggressively ruffling Megumi’s hair and smiles at the reader): Isn’t he brave? I’m just so proud of him.
Reader smiles back awkwardly.
Gojo (lowering his voice, feigning deep compassion): Shhh… I know you’re still trying to cope with your deadbeat father trying to sell you after your mom tragically passed away.
Reader’s eyes widen slightly, and she leans forward, visibly shocked. Gojo continues, unbothered.
Gojo (earnestly, with a hint of dramatic flair): Just because your father didn’t want you doesn’t mean you aren’t loved! I care about you, and I know you’re nothing like your father. Your father was a jerk. He deserved to die in that explosion. But don’t worry! I’m doing my best to be the father figure you need.
Megumi’s jaw clenches as he stares at Gojo, practically vibrating with restrained irritation. Gojo ignores Megumi and gazes wistfully at the reader.
Gojo: And maybe, one day, I’ll fall in love with a kind lady who can be the motherly figure you deserve.
Megumi (gritting his teeth, voice sharp): Why do you feel the need to share my personal life with others?!
Megumi looks like he’s about to explode, but before he can, Reader gently pats his back. Her touch is light and hesitant but kind.
Reader (softly) : It’s okay, Fushiguro-chan.
Gojo (earnestly): Fushiguro-chan is not a bad child, I swear! It’s just that he’s been through so much… Living on the streets for so long has left him traumatized. Poor Fushiguro-chan is such a sweet and well-behaved kid, but sometimes he forgets that he now has a loving home. I’m doing the best I can to raise him as a single parent, but there’s only so much I can do as a humble bachelor. It’s only thanks to kind-hearted angels like you that he has any hope left for humanity. Please… let me take you out to dinner tonight to thank you for saving my poor boy!
Reader looks surprised, glancing between Gojo and Megumi.
Megumi (calmly): Am I invited to this dinner as well?
Gojo deadpans at him.
Gojo: No. I only made a reservation for two people.
Megumi (sighing): Fine. But how am I supposed to get home? I’m lost, remember?
Gojo: Oh, yeah I almost forgot about that....
Gojo starts digging through his pockets, pulling out random coins and counting them in his palm.
Gojo: Let’s see… okay, here’s ¥155. There’s a bus station about five blocks south of here that you can take to get home. There are leftovers in the fridge and don’t stay up too late.
Megumi (staring at the coins, unimpressed): Hey wait a moment, where’s the other ¥7,345?
Reader: If money is the problem, I have no issue with giving Fushiguro-kun a ride home. Also there is no need to treat me to dinner.
Gojo: Oh don’t worry about Fushiguru-kun. Earlier today I was telling Fushiguro-kun that the tooth fairy often leaves money to boys and girls who are extra good.
Megumi and Gojo make eye contact with each other as a silent agreement is made between the two of them.
Megumi (Starts to walk away): Actually I just remembered how to get home from here. Also don’t worry about Gojo Miss Reader. He can be eccentric at times but he’s harmless…
Gojo: Make sure to brush your teeth and don’t stay up too late! Anyhow there is an upscale restaurant that just opened up and … *continues to babble*
Reader starts to tune out Gojo and a chuckle escapes her lips as can’t help but feel entertained with the events that just unfolded in front of her. A small grin forms on Gojo’s face, satisfied with his plan’s outcome.
Note from the author: I just wanted to say thank you for taking the time to read my little creation. This short story was originally inspired by the Gojo x reader story “Trouville Limerence,” by the Tumblr user pthalogreenwriter (hopefully they will log back into their account one day and read this!) I originally wrote this I wanted to encourage them to continue writing their story so I created a parody script of the events that could potentially happen after their third chapter. I was having so much fun writing the parody, that I decided to turn it into a short story. If this short gains enough attention, I might repost the story later on in a properly written story format. I also want to extend a special thanks to Bella @izabella_ray and Athena M @arriane_li from Fiverr for helping me edit my script and to anyone else who gave me feedback!
I hope that one day my art skills will be good enough to draw a piece as amazing as this!
Window wings, fragile panes Shield me from the dark Warm me with your spark
Very useful!
Writing Tips
Punctuating Dialogue
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➸ “This is a sentence.”
➸ “This is a sentence with a dialogue tag at the end,” she said.
➸ “This,” he said, “is a sentence split by a dialogue tag.”
➸ “This is a sentence,” she said. “This is a new sentence. New sentences are capitalized.”
➸ “This is a sentence followed by an action.” He stood. “They are separate sentences because he did not speak by standing.”
➸ She said, “Use a comma to introduce dialogue. The quote is capitalized when the dialogue tag is at the beginning.”
➸ “Use a comma when a dialogue tag follows a quote,” he said.
“Unless there is a question mark?” she asked.
“Or an exclamation point!” he answered. “The dialogue tag still remains uncapitalized because it’s not truly the end of the sentence.”
➸ “Periods and commas should be inside closing quotations.”
➸ “Hey!” she shouted, “Sometimes exclamation points are inside quotations.”
However, if it’s not dialogue exclamation points can also be “outside”!
➸ “Does this apply to question marks too?” he asked.
If it’s not dialogue, can question marks be “outside”? (Yes, they can.)
➸ “This applies to dashes too. Inside quotations dashes typically express—“
“Interruption” — but there are situations dashes may be outside.
➸ “You’ll notice that exclamation marks, question marks, and dashes do not have a comma after them. Ellipses don’t have a comma after them either…” she said.
➸ “My teacher said, ‘Use single quotation marks when quoting within dialogue.’”
➸ “Use paragraph breaks to indicate a new speaker,” he said.
“The readers will know it’s someone else speaking.”
➸ “If it’s the same speaker but different paragraph, keep the closing quotation off.
“This shows it’s the same character continuing to speak.”
Happy Ide’s of March!
I don't know who the fuck censored "hell" in that last image, but it sure as shit wasn't me. What is this, 3rd grade internet?
I think this is something that we all need to hear! :)
For all you writers out there!
When To Keep Your Writing Stiff (pt 7)
Part 6
Part 1
Gonna shoutout a specific fanfic, “Salvage” (ATLA) for writing that is even leaner than mine is, and mine has zero fat whatsoever. This was really good. I particularly like how some scenes were only 2 or 3 lines long as an example of what I’m going for here.
When I say “stiff” in the following examples I’m specifically talking about a lot of the same syntax, few similes and metaphors, few ‘said’ synonyms, very little, well, “life” in the prose. And this can be good in a few situations.
1. Your narrator is in shock
Shock doesn’t all look the same, but the kind of shock I mean is the one where the person is really quiet and un-emotive, they’re probably not speaking or reacting much to whatever catastrophe just happened and probably not responding to their name or anything spoken to them. Their body is pretty much going “uhhhhhhhhh factory reset!” when whatever it is, is too much to process.
A asks them a question. Once. Twice. B stares ahead. There’s a brown stain on the wall that looks like a thumb.
So if they’re narrating, they’re probably going to be giving the absolute bare minimum, need-to-know information and won’t be thinking about the best adjectives and adverbs. Especially if you normally write with fluffier prose, a jarring shift like this can really help sell the shock and dissociating of the character, something so traumatizing that it effects how the story is told.
2. Your narrator is depressed
Somewhere between New Moon’s 4 pages of just Months to show Bella did absolutely nothing in a depression rot and normal prose (though it was effective, particularly in the movie when they could draw out the words on the screen for longer and did the whole spin-around-her-depression-chair montage).
January came. It rained a lot.
They’ll probably either narrate very thinly, or listlessly. They might focus on a random detail and start going on a long ramble about that one detail that isn’t at all important, but it’s either all they can think about or all that can move them to feel anything in this moment, like:
On the bedside table, that coffee mug still sat there in a thin sheet of dust. What had been liquid now long since dry and gluey. It still sits there, collecting cat fur.
This might be the best place for sentences that all sound and flow exactly the same, but use it sparingly.
3. Your narrator is having a panic attack or trapped in a traumatic situation
Different from shock in that while they are physically capable of moving and interacting, they can’t let themselves describe what they’re seeing and feeling in grand detail. Maybe they’re moving through the horrific aftermath of a battle and all they can describe is the mud under their feet and how it squelches. Or they simply say that “there’s bodies everywhere” because looking too long or too hard at who those bodies belonged to is too much.
4. You’re writing something that has incredibly fast pacing
This post was inspired by a fic I just wrote that spanned about 5 months in about 18k words. Narrative was skipping days ahead between paragraphs at some point as my character was processing the end of an abusive relationship. It sped up and slowed down where necessary, but compared to its sequel that I also just finished (22k words across 7 days), I’d covered a whole month in about 2 sentences in the first one.
See nearly any part of Salvage (or my fics if you feel like it)
What happened in that month didn’t matter, only what was before and what’s different now and how this character realizes how their life is slowly changing, some things they never noticed that are suddenly right in their face or things that quietly slipped away.
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TLDR; sometimes the lack of emotion and sensory details and frenetic, dynamic syntax is the point, that can sell the reader on the narrator’s mental state far better than picking the juiciest adverbs. If it’s so impactful to them that the physical telling of the story is changed, you’ve done your job.
Always adopt and don’t shop!
One of my fictional role models! A true hero!
They are so intelligent!
reblog this if you're okay with booping spams please !!
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This is so gorgeous!
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colors of the sky.
I’m absolutely stunned by her work
I've been told that there are rumors about me using AI for my paintings. Please use some common sense, I've been posting on DeviantART since 2003 and sharing full video recordings on Patreon since 2018. If I'm a fake, wouldn't my Patrons have noticed by now? Since AI has been turning artists against each other, accusing each other of using AI, I have no choice but to share of some the Patreon rewards as proof. Here is the 10 full video recordings of me painting A Thousand Skies from scratch
I built the 3D model base for this painting in Sketchup, which you can see here
When AI was at it's infancy, I was very excited to have a new tool to help me make comics. Long time followers will know I struggled with repetitive strain injury that forced my comic making to a crawl. A decade before AI, I was experimenting with 3D backgrounds for comics.
I still remember the hate I got for using 3D models in my comic backgrounds, even though today nobody blinks at other artists doing the same. 3D is now accepted as a tool to help artists create. I even remember hate for being digital instead of traditional.
I tested out painting over AI generated backgrounds a few times in the very early stages of AI. There are a lot of screenshots taken out of context from my Discord where I share how I paint everything with complete transparency.
The only other time I've used AI in my art is for a gag scene in my comic, the full context is my character, Vance, who is a weeb and tech nerd, was objectifying women by seeing them as anime cat girls pasted over AI flower backgrounds.
If I had downloaded a flower stamp brush from ClipStudio and made a similar flower background, nobody would care. But somehow this is not okay even though it fits the theme and joke of the comic?
It's 2AM where I am now so I won't say much else other than I wish people would stop taking my posts out of context. With everything going on in the world, artists should support each other, not make up reasons to hurt each other.
Source: thedodo
Her art never fails to leave me in awe...
Terrarium wings Brittle things My imaginary Sanctuary Part of my Glass Wings Series
I'm currently stuck with "Ship in a Bottle" by Steffan Argus.
ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
I'm absolutely in love with the drawing. This perfectly captures the hardships of Aizawa's life. The man works a full time job, is a single father, and spends every waking free time training or doing hero duties. The reason why Aizawa is always sleeping is because he spends most of his nights training. Despite all of his hardships Aizawa always seems to find the time and energy to help the helpless. I feel like this picture perfectly represents both Aizawa as a character, the life he leads.
相澤消太 🐈⬛2/2 Aizawa and stray cats
I love this channel!
Talebot’s definitely got his hands full…
Still Life with Flowers and Gold Cups of Honor by Clara Peeters (1594 - 1657)
I do want to note that a lot of big name celebrities like Gordon Ramsay, Yao Ming and even the president of Taiwan President Chen have gone public to expose shark fin soup. The consumption of the soup has declined by over 70% and is still going down!
:)
This brings a smile to my face
“If you promise to stay alive just a little bit longer I promise that we are going to make this world a place worth living in by any means necessary. I ain’t giving up. I swear.”
Spotted in Clackamas, Oregon
My mom was interested in getting a purebred dog that didn’t shed. We went to the pound (we actually wanted a cat) but my mom said that she wanted to look at the dogs “just in case.” The first cage we came the dog sat for us and wasn’t barking. My mom pointed the dog and asked if we could take him out. The dog was so shy and timid. Apparently he had been abandoned and was found wandering around the streets. We were the only family to take him out in the six weeks we had been there. We couldn’t leave him there so we adopted him and named him Max!
Adopt if you can x Art by me
I always though Fred was a guy….
has anyone done this yet?
This hits deep in another level!
memories from a past life of an unfinished symphony…
111 years ago today Knowledge alone isn't sufficient to ensure good decision-making, because governance isn't about information. It is about power and influence. We need policies to be informed by evidence and to ensure scientists have credibility
Now if only there was a way to make the quality of the food better…
Use tax dollars to feed children/students who, by law, have to attend schools.
I just came across this story by chance and it is written beautifully!
The Lost Queen
— summary: You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn’t understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren’t safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won’t let you go so easily.
— genre: yandere, dark!au.
— warnings: time travel, obsessive and possessive behavior, murder, mention of torture, kidnapping, angst, fluffy (very rarely), dub-con, possibly smut.
— pairing: yandere!alexander the great x female!reader, yandere!generals x female!reader
— word count: 686.
— chapter 1; chapter 2; chapter 3; chapter 4;
Prologue
Your heart was pounding fast inside your chest, your breath wasted as you ran desperately across the desert of Gedrosia. It didn’t matter that you were going to die of sunstroke, thirst or hunger, you wanted to escape. You desperately wanted to leave this place, run away from the people who were chasing you and didn’t seem to want to leave you alone from the moment you woke up bewildered in this… World, at this time.
Your only advantage at this point was distance, but you knew they would catch up to you eventually. Your back ached and was still dried with blood from the punishment he had meted out after your last escape attempt. He thought that way you’d learn not to challenge him again, but he didn’t seem to know you weren’t the quitting type.
You wouldn’t give him the taste of victory. He wouldn’t have you, at least not alive.
You groaned in pain and frustration as your legs gave out and you fell into the hot desert area. You looked around and all you saw was blue sky and sand and more sand. You were lost.
Tears of frustration fell from your eyes and wet your chiton. You knew you should stop crying and save what was left of liquid inside your body, but you couldn’t. Months of despair, terror and witnessing the atrocities committed came to your mind and your eyes were filled with tears. He did this to you. They did this to you.
You hated him, you hated them all. It didn’t matter that they were kind and welcoming to you at first, a complete stranger, none of that mattered because they ruined you. They could have fed you, given you clothes and a bed when you were lost but that didn’t matter anymore… Not after everything you went through, what you experienced in those months with them.
You tried to get up but your legs ached and your bare feet burned when you tried to stand. A snarl escaped your lips and with a lot of effort you went back to walking through the vastness that surrounded you. You would die. You were sure of it, if not for the desert at his hand.
You preferred the first option. Even if dying of thirst, hunger, heat or cold is bad… You knew you were better than you dared to think about what they would do as soon as they laid their hands on your body. Fuck, you’d rather rot than allow yourself to be touched by him again. He would never lay hands on you again, you mentally swore to yourself.
You cursed the heavens as you felt your vision darken, your body weak and in need of sustenance. You knew you couldn’t walk any further, your legs burned with every step you took and your vision grew darker and darker.
Your eyes struggled to open when you heard the sounds of horses approaching and you cursed yourself and kept trying to walk, but it was too painful. He was close. You screamed in frustration as your body gave out and you were forced to sit on the hot sands. You couldn’t go any further, you didn’t have the strength.
Your tears fell once more as the noise of voices and horses approached you.
“That was it,” you thought as you choked on your tears. You prayed to whatever gods were listening but your prayers went unanswered. Your eyes closed as you felt a horse neigh loudly behind you and then its rider descended. Your skin shivered as he touched you, taking your aching body in his arms.
“I found you.” He purred, touching your face gently with his callused, battle-scarred hands.
You didn’t respond and just let him carry you on his lap and you didn’t even react when he forced you to mount the stallion in front of you and you ignored the presence of his generals. Those who were once like your friends.
He would always find you. Alexander the Great would never let you go. He would never let his Queen escape.
— lady l: so this was the prologue to a fanfic I’ll be writing about one of the greatest conquerors in history. I will take historical liberties in that, nothing here will be historically accurate all the time. I hope you like it and feel free to give feedback or if you just want to talk about the fanfic or anything else. If you want to be tagged just ask, love you all and take care! ❤️