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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Oh my freaking God, Lee!! What an incredible new chapter I am yelling.

First of all sorry if my comment makes no sense, is chaotic and if I don’t quote your words properly but I type this on my phone on the middle of a sleepless night! So..

The first thing I have to tell you is that I am enthralled by the family you’ve created. Not only the marriage between Lizzie and Tommy feels far healthier than it is in the actual show, but the love Lizzie and Tommy have for their new daughter slips through your poetic and elegant prose. The way Lizzie shows her affection with buying her chic garments is so lovely I’m melting. Moreover, I think it’s so fitting! It’s good to see someone making Justice for Lizzie because she’s an incredible and underrated character. So yeah, each family moments between your great OC Amalia and the Shelby family makes me swoon. 🖤

Now, I wanted to talk about the boxing gym scene. Not only I am in love with the relationship you’re slowly building between her and Bonnie, but the fact she manages to analyze his combat strategies got me almost applauding. Noticing his weak hand and teasing him with it was a delightful moment. Also, I couldn’t help but laugh at Tommy’s line “no fighting with the lads” 🤣 Come on Tom, your daughter has Shelby’s blood running through her veins! She’s a little fury. Also, I should mention a detail I particularly enjoyed in this scene is the description of the sunlight and the dust as Bonnie looks at her (along with how you detail the look of determination on his face)… Hello Lee? No one plowed you to be such a talented and brilliant writer? I know I repeat myself but your skills leave me speechless. Each of your work is a masterpiece. And I’m not even exaggerating. I’ve read a lot of stuff from many different fandoms but fuck — your prose is so poetic and powerful that it speaks to my soul.

Nevertheless, my favorite part was probably the whole party. You did such a great job at twisting this actual event and adding Amelia in it. I felt genuinely sad for her when Tommy asked her to leave — even if I know it’s to protect her, I can only but imagine how neglected she had felt at this very moment. One thing that contributed to this part being my favorite was probably the discussion between Isaiah and Bonnie. Not only you demonstrated your perfect understanding of these characters’ essence but it also felt… so real? Like same for Bonnie’s jealousy when he saw Amalia dancing with Isaiah, and how he was afraid Isaiah gave her cocaine! I gasped at this moment, hoping he didn’t do it.

But Lee, if there’s something we should talk about it’s … The cliffhanger with Mosley ?!!! It was both brilliant and utterly sadistic!! I am so scared for poor Amelia now that she has caught the interest of that crazy and creepy fascist. The simple few lines of dialogues you gave him were chilling and showcased such a great handling of suspense — I’m in awe, I’m shaking, I’m kicking my feet and losing my mind. I NEED to know what happens next! I freaking hope the nazi bastard doesn’t hurt her.

As Long As I Live (Part 3)

Tommy Shelby & Amelia Holland (OC) x Bonnie Gold

Summary: Bonnie begins to fall for Amelia. Lizzie invites Amelia to her birthday party, but the girl garners unwanted attention.

Author's Note: Requested by the lovely @kpopgirlbtssvt.

Warnings: language, mention of drugs, assault and blood

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"One more stop before we head home,” Tommy proclaimed, steering the car toward King Maine’s boxing gym. When they arrived, Tommy glanced at Amelia quickly before exiting the car. Noting her eagerness to follow, he leaned back into the driver’s side window with a stern look. Before she could ask he warned, “This is no place for a young lady, Amelia.”

“Then it’s lucky I’m no lady,” Amelia grinned at him mischievously. “Please…I’ll be with you. What could happen?” she begged.

Tommy shook his head with a laugh and opened the door, allowing her to slide down the bench seat. “Alright, C’mon,” he motioned.

Amelia scurried out of the car and fell in step behind her father, wide eyed at the sight of two large boxing rings and a dozen men in training all around her. The atmosphere was thick with stale sweat and the muffled sounds of leather gloves striking flesh, groans punctuated by an occasional thump against the ropes.

Almost immediately upon their arrival Tommy’s presence was requested for a business matter and Amelia was told to wait on a bench. Full of curiosity, her eyes scanned the room. Her eyebrows raised at the sight of Bonnie in the far ring sparring with a lad twice his size.

As she watched the young man, she scowled at his overconfidence, taunting his opponent like a bothersome fly. She could see the rage building in the larger man, his balance faltering slightly with every dodge of his fist by Bonnie. She couldn’t help but wonder if the bravado was only a tactic to wear down his opponent for lack of proper skill. Drawn to the performance, she found herself inching closer until she was hanging at the ropes. Finally she couldn’t stop herself from shouting out in frustration, “For fucks sake, hit him already!”

Bonnie’s face registered a momentary jolt of shock before furrowing his brow in concentration and delivering a knock out punch. The larger man’s body hit the canvas with an enormous thud, landing before Amelia, his arm splayed out close enough for his glove to touch her. “What did you do?” she gasped, looking up into the ring.

Bonnie squatted to her level and said, “Thought you told me to hit him.”

“I-I did, but I wasn’t expecting that,” Amelia sputtered, taking a step backward.

Bonnie huffed out a laugh. “You underestimate me.”

“You’re talented enough, I’ll give you that,” Amelia replied with a roll of her eyes, “but has anyone dared tell you that your defense could use some work or that your left hand is weak?” she ventured.

Bonnie looked down at his left glove and held it up in a guard position.

“See? You carry on that way and all it’ll be good for is wanking,” Amelia chided.

“If you know so much, why don’t you show me?” he responded without thinking. Then with a blush creeping into his cheeks, “the stance, I mean.” He eyed her briefly before holding up the rope allowing her entry into the ring.

Never one to shrink from a challenge, Amelia looked to see if anyone was watching and gathered her skirts, climbing up to join him. With a toss of her dark mane, she got to work, adjusting his posture and standing adjacent pretending to spar with him. “You see? It’s better!” she grinned triumphantly. Bonnie begrudgingly agreed, watching her with something akin to wonder and a hint of amusement. She couldn’t be sure as it was soon broken by the arrival of Mr. Maine.

“You! Get the fuck out of my ring!” he said, pointing to Amelia. “And, you, get down and skip me 200 for taking the piss out of a fine fighter!” he yelled at Bonnie, face red with anger as he took note of the man coming out of his stupor on the canvas.

Bonnie and Amelia looked at one another quickly before ducking between the ropes and jumping down from the ring. Bonnie picked up a skipping rope and began his punishment as Amelia looked on teasing, “So you want to be a champion of the world, do ya?”

“I want to do something with my life. I won’t see it wasted,” he said, barely breaking a sweat as the rope turned quickly in his hands, the muscles in his arms tensing ever so slightly with the familiar motion. His eyes held a look of determination and ferocity she’d never seen in anyone.

He finished his count, coming to a sudden stop before her. “What is it you want?” he asked, hazel eyes shimmering through the dust and filament of the sunlight streaming through the skylight. He passed her the rope, fingers brushing against hers a moment longer than necessary.

“Amelia!” Tommy’s voice echoed through the gym, the sound of his heavy footsteps breaking them apart. His face was tight with concern and a hint of anger as he pointed at her. “I thought you said you’d behave?”

Amelia looked at her father innocently. “Nothing’s happened,” she lied.

Tommy huffed in frustration. Pinching the bridge of his nose he sighed, “Can’t believe I have to say this, Amelia, but you can’t interfere with training.”

“But I wasn’t—“ she began to protest.

“Oi! No fucking fighting with the lads!” he shouted before storming out.

Amelia heard a snort and turned to see Bonnie peering at her from behind a bag, a huge grin on his face. She stuck out her tongue at him as he returned to his training, watching him a moment before rushing to the car, afraid to keep her father waiting any longer.

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“Amelia! Amelia, come and have a look,” Lizzie called from her bedroom.

Amelia popped her head inside the door to see her stepmother holding up a fashionable beaded gown that caught the light as she moved. “Do you like it?” Lizzie asked excitedly.

“It’s lovely, Lizzie,” Amelia said. Everything Lizzie chose was something devastatingly chic. She had an enormous wardrobe filled with clothes and insisted Amelia allow her to buy her garments as well when she arrived. It wasn’t an offer Amelia had been comfortable with in the beginning, but as she settled, she realized it was a way for Lizzie to show affection and learned to accept the gifts graciously.

“I’m pleased you like it because I’m giving it to you to wear for my birthday party,” Lizzie informed her with a wide smile.

“I couldn’t accept…” Amelia said, feeling the familiar tug of guilt at taking from the Shelbys.

“Yes, you can because it’s my birthday and I want to give it to you,” Lizzie said.

“Aren’t I supposed to give you a gift?” Amelia asked with a giggle.

“Wear it to my party and enjoy. That will be your gift to me,” Lizzie replied, holding out the gown. Amelia carefully took it into her arms, admiring the intricate patterns of beads as she traced her fingertips over the delicate needlework.

“Thank you,” she nearly whispered.

“It’s going to be so much fun! Have you ever seen a ballet?” Lizzie asked as she turned to her wardrobe, sliding the hangers aside to find her own gown.

“No, I haven’t,” Amelia admitted.

“Tommy took me to one when we were in Paris on our honeymoon. I’ve never forgotten it,” Lizzie mused, her hand pausing a moment over the rack. “He isn’t all paperwork and boring politics, you know,” she said with a breathy laugh. As she turned to face Amelia she had a tear in her eye as she said, “You must know it though, you’ve brought out the best in him since you’ve arrived.”

Amelia could only beam in response to the compliment. All she wanted was a family to belong to and it seemed she’d finally found hers again. Feeling overwhelmed she excused herself to her room, closing the door as a tear slid down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away, fingertips fumbling to find the pendant around her neck. Closing her eyes she whispered, "Everything's going to be alright now, mum."

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As the music from Lizzie’s party wafted through the rooms of Arrow House, Amelia fidgeted with her gloves and the neckline of her gown one last time before making her entrance. She knew she'd need more than a deep breath to get through the evening and swiped a glass of champagne from a passing tray. Downing it as quickly as possible, she hoped it would give her the courage to enter the room where partygoers were already gathering and chatting to one another happily.

“Little miss looks a treat, don’t she?” Isaiah said, jabbing Bonnie in the ribs to get his attention. Bonnie was already looking in Amelia’s direction, however, scanning the room for anyone who might have ill intentions toward her. When Isaiah began talking about tempting Amelia to follow them to the servants' quarters to play in the snow, Bonnie took offense.

“She’s a good girl, ‘siah. She don’t do that stuff,” he said, feeling sick at the thought of someone corrupting her.

“Maybe she’d like to try it with a fella she trusted then,” Isaiah said, with a roguish arch of his eyebrow.

“Leave her alone,” Bonnie warned, pressing Isaiah against the wall suddenly.

Isaiah chuckled as he watched Bonnie’s nostrils flare. “Alright, I see how it is. Want her for yourself,” he said breaking free and straightening his jacket.

“We’re here to protect her. That’s all,” Bonnie admonished him firmly, stepping back.

“Keep telling yourself that, mate,” Isaiah said with a smirk, sauntering off into the crowd.

Across the room, Ada took note of Amelia’s uncomfortable posture, rigid as a statue in the corner of the room. Taking pity on her, Ada crossed the floor to speak with her before the poor girl died of nerves. “Amelia, does Tommy know how lovely you look this evening?” she asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek.

“He’s been so busy, I don’t even know if he realized I was coming,” Amelia confessed absently as she looked around at all the elegant women around her. "I don't belong here. Everyone's starin' like they expect me to sell pegs and tell fortunes," she fretted.

Ada couldn't help but laugh at her remark. "First, they're not staring, they're admiring. And it's not just you! It's me as well, thank you very much," she said playfully. Leaning in, she whispered conspiratorially, "We're the only guests in the room under the age of sixty! They all wish they were as young and beautiful as we are," Ada said with a cheerful smile, linking arms with her niece. Amelia finally relaxed as she let out a little chuckle, grateful for her aunt's sense of humor.

If he hadn’t known before, Tommy was instantly aware of his daughter’s presence, his eyes growing wide at the sight of her when he entered with Lizzie on his arm. “Lizzie, what’s Amelia doing here?” he whispered harshly into his wife’s ear.

“She’s here to celebrate my birthday, of course. She’s part of the family,” Lizzie replied from the corner of her mouth, trying not to let her guests see them arguing.

Tommy pulled her aside, a note of concern evident in his face as he confided, “There’s going to be political figures here tonight and I wasn’t ready to answer questions about-“

“Hang your politics, Tommy! She’s your daughter,” Lizzie scolded. “You weren’t ashamed of me, don’t hide Amelia away either.”

“It’s not about that, Lizzie. I can’t go into it right now," he rushed the words out as he realized he had to find his daughter. "I need you to trust me,” Tommy pleaded as Lizzie looked on in confusion.

“Tommy! Look who I found. Isn’t she lovely?” Ada gushed as she guided Amelia over to where Tommy and Lizzie stood.

Lizzie greeted her stepdaughter with a warm smile and a hug, complimenting her as Tommy thought of what to do next. Deciding it best to keep his daughter a well-guarded secret from his work colleagues in Parliament at least a bit longer, he motioned for Isaiah. Then turning to Amelia he instructed, “Darling, I need to ask you to go with Isaiah.”

“I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong?” Amelia asked, crestfallen at the thought of being asked to leave before the ballet even started.

Lizzie exhaled loudly in obvious disagreement, looking away as Tommy placed a hand to Amelia’s arm reassuring her, “You’ve done nothing wrong, eh?”

Amelia nodded slowly, still not understanding. Tommy added, “I’ll explain later. Just please go.”

As Isaiah approached, Tommy leaned in to whisper something in his ear and Isaiah seemed to take pleasure in escorting Amelia away, tears welling in her eyes as she went.

“Was that really necessary, Tommy?” Lizzie asked, hands crossed over her chest.

“I’m afraid it was, love. I’m sorry,” Tommy replied, adjusting his bow tie and offering his arm. He breathed a sigh of relief as he noted the person he was most concerned about was not yet in attendance.

In the dining room Polly greeted Sir Oswald Mosley, approaching him in all her regal glamor, an ostrich feather fan in one hand as a barrier between them. “We have opium, cocaine and brandy,” Polly offered. “I also have a list of options for the end of the evening. You’ll notice the maids wear name tags. We hired them especially for those guests staying the night. All things are available except the ballerinas,” she said, temptation dripping from her tongue. A smug look of satisfaction crossed her lips as she finished speaking, certain one of the many options would content him.

As she fanned herself, she noticed Isaiah guiding Amelia away and her eyes tracked the pair as they hurried through the room. Mosley too took note, his gaze hawklike and predatory when he sensed opportunity. “Who might that be?” he asked of the raven haired beauty with rampant curiosity.

Polly’s eyes flashed with momentary fire as she replied, “She is a princess amongst the Romanies and she too is unavailable.”

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The crowd at Arrow House had grown, guests wandering in and out of the house even as the ballet began and Bonnie had lost sight of Amelia. His worry only intensified when he realized Isaiah was also missing. By the time he found them in the cellar, he was enraged at the sight of a giggly Amelia being held close by Isaiah. They were wrapped up together in a slow dance to the tune of the music seeping through the floorboards overhead. As Isaiah’s hands began to wander over her body, Bonnie charged at him, breaking them apart.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Isaiah asked, pushing against Bonnie’s chest, slamming him into a wine barrel.

“I could ask you the same!” Bonnie shouted. “What did you give her?” he asked, taking hold of Isaiah’s lapels and shaking him.

“Nothing. I didn’t give her nothing,” Isaiah said disgustedly as they began scuffling.

Bonnie ripped an empty blue bottle from Isaiah’s pockets and shoved it under his nose. “I don’t believe you!”

“Bonnie, stop it!” Amelia called to him, halting their fighting momentarily. “He’s telling the truth! We were only dancing," she said with a toss of her head. "Jesus, you’re worse than my father telling everyone what to do. Why can’t you leave me alone?” she huffed in frustration, tearing from the room and up the stairs into the darkness of the cool spring evening before they could catch her. Running as fast as she could past the manicured flower beds and deep within the maze of Arrow House's gardens, she stopped to listen to the music of Swan Lake.

She leaned against the craggy stone of the garden walls, breathing deeply as she looked up into the night sky full of twinkling stars. Maybe it was wrong of Lizzie to invite her tonight, pushing her father to acknowledge her existence so publicly. As she toyed with the beads of her expensive dress, she felt the hot tears collect at her lash line and bit them back, not wanting to admit how much she’d desired acceptance. Somewhere along the way, she’d wanted a place in the Shelby family and now it seemed she was being shut out. She dropped her head into her hands and wept, unaware of the footsteps along the path beside her.

“And what do Romany princesses have to cry about?” a smooth voice glided through the air over her shoulder and into her ear like the gentle hiss of a serpent.

"I'm no princess," she corrected without looking up. “And no daughter either, apparently,” she sniffed almost inaudibly. Silence hung in the air for a moment before she turned to see a well dressed man with a thin mustache standing over her.

Her body stiffened when she realized his close proximity. “I should go,” she mumbled, brushing past him.

“You intrigue me. Do stay and tell me your troubles,” he coaxed, reaching an arm out to grasp her wrist. Amelia’s eyes darted to his as his lips curled up a bit too harshly at the corners, the lack of warmth mirrored in his darkened irises.

Amelia shivered at the lack of sincerity in the gesture. “I’m cold, I need to go inside now,” she forced out, looking down at her arm still trapped in his vice like grip.

Voice dropping dangerously low he growled, “I must insist.”

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dweetwise · 3 years ago

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A bit different from my usual content, this fic features @saycheesekid 's beautiful OC Minerva who is Ace's wife from before the fog. It's my first time writing someone else's OC and I hope I did her justice, because I adore her dynamic with Ace! (Also Felix POV because apparently I'm incapable of not including him in fics)

Ships 💞: Ace x OC, Felix x his girlfriend Warnings⚠️: Miscarriage mention Word count: 2.8k

[Ace X OC] Apple of my eye

Family.

Something that Felix had always considered the most important thing in the world. From trying to make his father proud to pulling himself together and preparing to give his unborn child everything under the sun, the concept of family had shaped most of Felix's life.

And maybe that was why it was so easy for him to see how closely the dynamic of his fellow survivors resembled one.

Opposite the log to Felix's, Minerva was braiding Meg's hair into an elaborate French braid. The woman let Meg rant loudly about her latest trial, always willing to lend an ear and patiently bear the redhead's frustrations.

Nancy walked up to the duo and spoke in a low voice Felix couldn't make out the words of, prompting Minerva to pause her braiding project long enough to hand the girl what looked to be a gauze roll. Nancy departed with a smile – a rare sight that Felix had only caught a handful of times – and Minerva focused back on the angry redhead at her feet.

A loud laugh carried out across the campsite, making Felix turn his attention to where Ace looked to be showing a magic trick to a small group.

The gambler was running a poker chip over his knuckles and between his fingers, the movement of the item difficult to follow until it finally seemed to disappear into thin air.

"Where did it go?" Ace asked his audience, a grin on his face as he held up his empty hands. "Everyone check their pockets, just in case!"

The others did as instructed. When a confused Feng fished out the very same poker chip from the front pocket of her jeans, Dwight gasped and Nea laughed and Feng, furious, started pestering a smirking Ace to “Tell me how you did it, it's not fucking magic!”

Felix, however, merely deflated and looked back at the half-empty, forgotten med-kit in his lap.

On one hand, it was incredible how even amidst the death and violence of the Entity's world, the survivors had managed to form a family of their own. He saw how they each had their own roles, from Nea's youthful brashness to Bill's grumpy caring, and the camaraderie they had all formed during the last few years was something Felix was honored to be part of.

But at the same time, Felix was supposed to become a father. Yet he was always stuck at the sidelines, helpless to do anything but watch as others more suited for the task comforted those who were struggling from homesickness or a bad trial. Felix could barely instruct Quentin about toolbox efficiency without tripping over his words, much less be a parental figure for any of the poor kids trapped in this hellscape with him.

It was clear that he needed outside advice.

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Felix resumed stocking his med-kit while he waited. Fortunately, it wasn't long before Ace returned to Minerva's side.

The woman was just finishing up Meg's new braid and sent the redhead on her way with a smile, Meg excitedly bounding over to where Feng was still busy glaring at the remnants of Ace's magic trick.

"Ciao, bella," Ace leered. Felix watched him lean to place a peck on his wife's cheek. "Is your hair salon finally closed for the day?"

"I might just have time to make you pigtails," Minerva replied with a smirk. "Did you have fun messing with the children again?"

"What do you mean, mess with them? I'll have you know that was pure magic!"

Minerva rolled her eyes at her husband's antics, though she was still smiling fondly.

The couple lapsed into comfortable silence – the kind Felix assumed came from years of being married – and he figured that this might be his only chance.

"They really like you," Felix said.

Minerva and Ace both looked up to meet his eyes and Felix cleared his throat under their attention.

"The teens," Felix clarified. "It's good that they have people like you – both of you. In here."

Realizing how awkward he sounded, Felix resolutely turned his attention back to the med-kit. This whole advice thing was turning out to be a spectacularly bad idea.

"Thank you, Felix," Minerva said. At the warmth in her voice, Felix hesitantly looked back up. "I'm glad you think so."

"Absolutely!" Ace agreed. "I don't know how much I'm actually contributing aside from the occasional dad joke, but it's good for the kids to have a campfire mom, huh?"

"Oh, don't sell yourself short," Minerva said. "The dad jokes are at least a daily occurrence."

Ace chortled and even Felix smiled at the couple's easy back and forth.

"You are both really good with the younger survivors," Felix said. "Do you have children of your own?"

"Oh, no!" Ace laughed. He reached out to grab his wife's hand. "Our life was plenty chaotic without a kid thrown into the mix; can't really bring a baby to a casino or have the kid change schools every two months when we moved across the world!"

"We would have had to drastically change our lifestyle," Minerva said. "And then those years had already passed."

Minerva looked down at their joined hands with a contemplative expression. There was an unexplainable tension in the air and Felix was eager to move on from the subject.

"I see," Felix simply said. "I just thought from how natural you act with them, you seemed like you had experience in parenting."

"Well, we've been around kids a lot!" Ace said.

Minerva perked up. "I've got many nieces and nephews," she said, "And Ace has younger siblings. You often took care of them in your childhood, correct?"

"Unfortunately," Ace scrunched up his nose. "Gotta say, changing diapers is one thing I don't miss. Especially when your baby brother happens to have really good aim."

Minerva giggled and Felix politely chuckled, even though he didn't really understand the joke. What would a baby need target practice for?

"What about you?" Minerva asked, addressing Felix. "Do you have experience with children?"

"No," Felix said. "And that’s the problem. I –"

He hesitated. Though he would consider Ace and Minerva his friends, they weren’t exactly close, as Felix had been careful to keep most of his personal life private. Everyone except Élodie and a few others only knew that his girlfriend was pregnant at the time of his disappearance. Hopefully, the couple wouldn’t judge him for this.

"I fear I won't make a very good father,” Felix confessed.

Minerva's expression softened. "I'm sure that won't be the case."

"Yeah, just don't worry about it!" Ace exclaimed.

Felix stared blankly at the man's cheerful smile. If he could simply will his anxiety away, he would have done so about thirty years ago – not be stuck with it screaming at him about what a terrible parent he would make.

"Kids are easy!" Ace continued in a way of explanation. "Just talk to them and make them laugh if you can. And let them be kids and run around and climb in trees without worrying about if they'll get hurt! Kids are much tougher than they look."

“I agree with most of that,” Minerva said. “But I still wouldn't recommend things like playing catchwith them.”

"What?" Felix frowned, his idyllic fantasy of throwing a ball with his future son shattered. "I thought that was a child-safe activity. I guess the ball could injure the child, but I don't throw very hard –"

"Oh, no, baseball is absolutely fine," Minerva said, then turned to give Ace an unimpressed look. "But Ace plays catch by throwing a three-year-old six feet into the air and hoping he'll catch them –"

"And I have a one hundred percent success rate!" Ace protested. "Better than any baseball player. Totally safe activity! And your nephew loves it, he's always waddling up to me and reaching up his arms –"

While Ace kept rambling and horrifying Felix more and more by the second, Minerva looked back at Felix, shook her head and mouthed "no" and Felix instantly relaxed.

It was good that he wasn't expected to be physically throwing his child anywhere.

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Minerva and Ace kept recounting anecdotes of their own while trying to reassure Felix's new-parent-stress. They were being incredibly accommodating and didn't seem to be judging Felix for his lack of experience.

And maybe that was why Felix felt comfortable enough to ask a question that he hadn’t dared voice to anyone before.

"What if it's…" Felix hesitated. "What if the baby is a girl?"

Ace's head tilted comically in confusion – like that was the dumbest question Felix could have possibly asked.

"I didn't have any siblings," Felix hurried to explain. "I have no knowledge of what interests young girls have and what type of care they need."

Minerva smiled – still much too patient. "Well, first of all, girls aren't an alien species."

"That's exactly what an alien would say," Ace interjected.

At another look from his wife, Ace raised his hands up in surrender and quieted down.

"There’s just as much of a chance that she would end up liking soccer and a boy would want to ride horses," Minerva continued. "No matter what the child's interest or gender, they need their father's love and attention to thrive."

Felix hummed in understanding, then looked at Ace for his viewpoint.

"I mean," Ace grinned. "I'd only add that maybe don't buy a pony when the kid inevitably begs for one, but you can obviously afford it, so…"

"As long as you don't spoil them," Minerva said. "I know you have the means, but boundaries are important for a child."

Felix nodded, though that didn't really tell him anything. How was he supposed to know what purchases would further his child's well-being and what would be excessive?

Ace elbowed Minerva with a good-natured grin. "I think we lost him.”

"Sorry," Felix hurried to apologize. "I appreciate your advice. I just don't know if I'm going to be able to make the right decisions as a parent."

"Felix… I think you're forgetting that you aren't alone in this," Minerva said. "The child has two parents. You won't need to make decisions on your own; both you and the mother will come to know your child best and can decide. Together."

"Yeah," Ace agreed, looking at Minerva with a smile. "Having someone to share the highs and lows with really makes all the difference."

Minerva returned the smile and brought up a petite hand to cup her husband's cheek. "And you wouldn't change it for the world," she murmured. "Even if they sometimes drive you insane."

Ace chuckled and leaned in to kiss her and Felix politely averted his eyes.

He hoped that one day he and his girlfriend could be as comfortable and open with each other as those two. Maybe Felix should have been more honest with her, about the work stress and his grief and fears about becoming a parent. He had seen the look of worry in her beautiful eyes every time he stumbled home late from a bar, but had brushed off her attempts at reaching out and only managed to pull himself together once she shared the news of the baby.

God, he wanted nothing more than the chance to make things right. He missed her like crazy; it had been two years in the Entity's realm and he had no way of knowing how time passed outside of here. He only hoped that she hadn’t been forced to have the child alone, an unwilling single parent struggling with the same doubts that Felix was now, in addition to thinking that Felix had abandoned them –

"Felix, I don't think you ever mentioned kt," Minerva started, pulling Felix out of his spiralling thoughts. "Can I ask how far along your girlfriend is in her pregnancy?"

"Oh," Felix said. "Four months, when I disappeared. Though I’m not sure how time progresses here; the child will probably have already been born when I return."

Minerva nodded, though there was something… odd about the faraway look in her eyes.

"Is something wrong?" Felix asked.

"No, I – ah," Minerva faltered.

"Honey…" Ace said, clear worry on his face.

Minerva, however, seemed to have made up her mind, and continued. "Please don't take it for granted," she said, her voice strained. "There’s a possibility that when you return, the child… won't be there waiting for you."

And then Minerva, normally so elegant and put-together, curled in on herself and wrapped an arm around her midsection. Shame washed over Felix; the woman’s grief was obvious, and he felt absolutely horrible for having brought up unpleasant memories.

Instantly, Ace was there. He pulled Minerva close and kissed her temple, at the roots of her hair where blonde became black.

"But even if the worst happens, you'll get through it," Ace told Felix as much as Minerva. "I know you're excited for the kid, and it'll feel like the end of the world if something happens to them," Ace's smile wavered ever so briefly. "But you'll pull through. As long as you're there for each other and give yourselves time to grieve, you'll be alright."

Minerva reached for Ace's hand again. Ace’s hand enveloped her smaller one and he rested his head on top of hers.

Felix looked down at his feet both to give them space and contemplate their words. He hadn't even considered the possibility that his child might not make it into this world; he had been much too stressed about what types of diapers to buy and which kindergartens were the best in his area.

Perhaps he needed to get his priorities in order.

"Wow, look at us," Minerva suddenly huffed. "We're scaring him with every worst-case scenario."

"Oh, ehm –" Felix stammered. "Don't worry about me."

"Aw, jeez," Ace chuckled. "We're gonna get some angry calls from your girlfriend about 'Felix keeps talking to the baby bump 24/7 and refuses to even let me go to the bathroom alone', aren't we?"

Felix felt his neck flush from embarrassment. He might be a little bit of a worrier and had a tendency to overthink things, but surely, he wouldn't be that bad –

"Felix," Minerva said, gaining his attention. She was smiling again. "I didn't mean to worry you. It's merely that… there's a lot of things nobody tells first-time parents."

Now, Felix definitely got the picture that she was speaking from experience.

"Thank you," Felix said. "I appreciate all your advice. Truly."

"Thank you for listening to us ramble," Ace grinned. "We can be a lot, I know."

"No, you were both a great help," Felix said.

"That's kind of you to say," Minerva smiled. "And I have no doubt that you'll be a great father."

Felix cleared his throat and fidgeted in his seat. "I'll try my best."

"You'll be just fine. The way you worry just shows how much you care –"

"What the fuck were you thinking!?" a distinctly Laurie-like voice screeched across the campsite, effectively interrupting their conversation.

The rare occurrence of the girl swearing had the trio turning to look over to where a small commotion had formed. Apparently, the group to arrive from the latest trial had some things they needed to air out.

"It was supposed to be a guaranteed escape!" Steve protested Laurie's verbal assault. "I had the perks and the salt offering and everything! Ace told me it would work –"

"That is the dumbest thing I've ever heard!" Yun-jin interjected from beside Laurie. "You nearly got me killed!"

"It's not dumb!"

"Argh! Minervaaa!!" Laurie yelled.

Minerva offered a small sigh. "Coming!" she hollered to the others.

"Well, looks like I'm needed elsewhere," Minerva said, rising to her feet. She brushed off her jeans and straightened her shirt – always taking care of her appearance even in this world of nothing but blood and dirt and violence.

Ace grinned and made no move to follow her. "Have fun!"

"Oh no, you're coming with me," Minerva said. Ace opened his mouth, but she was quicker. "You started this whole mess, and you'll clean it up."

"Your evidence won't hold up in court," Ace joked, yet obediently got up to join his wife. "Fine, I'll go see what the little rascal has been up to."

Ace made for where Laurie was still glaring at Steve.

"So! I heard someone is in dire need of a lawyer to get them out of these preposterous charges –" Ace began.

And that was apparently the cue for Laurie, Steve and Yun-jin to all start talking over each other.

Felix saw Minerva roll her eyes before she looked back at him.

"Another parenting lesson for you," Minerva said, the corner of her mouth quirking up. "When dealing with children, you can say goodbye to your free time."

Felix chuckled as she made her way over to the group to start sorting out not only the others' disagreement, but also her husband egging on the argument.

So maybe Felix wouldn't be the perfect parent. But from what was apparent right before his eyes when Laurie looked at Minerva speaking in clear adoration and Steve grinned at Ace defending him, Felix’s child would probably still love him.

#ace visconti x original character #minerva visconti #minerva d'angelo #ace visconti #felix richter #dbd fanfic #original character #dweetwrites #dbd #dead by daylight #miscarriage tw

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churchkey · 4 years ago

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2020 Writing Wrapped

I was tagged by the lovely and talented @anthrobrat and one of my resolutions is to do the stuff people tag me for (and also, Laura is just wonderful and I’m lucky that she’s my friend) so I’ll give this a twirl.

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 8(ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome work.

I don’t know if I can make it to eight but we’ll see. Here’s a fun story - I used to be in this fandom back when we just shared stuff in a super-secret private community on LJ because many of the IRL guys were still alive and we were horrified of people finding out about us. But that was like 15 years ago and a lot has changed so here I am back on my bullshit and really so grateful that this fandom is still around because my love for this series and the very beautiful actors responsible for the fictionalized versions of the IRL guys and their crazy passionate ships who live rent-free in my soul has not dimmed a bit. So THANK YOU for being here and reading my stories inspiring me with YOUR stories and headcannons and being my friends.

So here we go. All of these are Winnix, btw. Someday I’ll learn to write for another ship.

Total (posted) Word Count: 119,294

1. A Spell of Riot (E) This is hands-down, no question, the fic I am most proud of having finished, not just this year but in all of my fandom career. I got the idea to write it from a kiss prompt last summer, just a light little thing about Dick saying goodbye to Lew as he drops him off for alcohol treatment. I never dreamed it would turn into 62k of something into which I ended up pouring three months of love and stress and tears and fairly painstaking research. The feedback I’ve gotten from you about this has been so incredibly humbling and I truly believe I’ve become a more compassionate person from this experience. You just never know what invisible battles people are fighting. I feel lucky to have had this opportunity to tell this part of their story.

2. It Is My Heart That’s Late (E) This was the first thing I ever wrote for the LLSS prompt meme, so it was kind of the first step I took toward actually being a part of the community rather than just going about my work in silence and isolation (which, tbh, I still do... I’m just that kind of writer, but I’m trying to get better about connecting with other creators). For this one I got to flex my description muscles, which was probably the biggest challenge of this story. I wanted to make readers feel immersed in the whole sensual world of Iowa in the summertime, as well as the inner nostalgic world of lovers coming back together after five years. It was also the first time I wrote an OC and had a lot of fun channeling what I think my mom/aunts would have been like at that age (as the whole thing was based on what she’s told me about growing up in that place at that time... Dick as the hired man is based on her family’s hired man, Tommy, who lived in a little cottage on their back 40. Sorry that’s probably more than you want to know.) ANYWAY. I was really happy with the subtlety (I think) I was able to bring out in the way their love has changed over the time they’ve been apart. And I got Dick’s ass to Chicago, finally!

3. Roger Wilco (E) I like this one because I think it’s the ultimate Porn with Feelings, even though when I started I tried to just make it straight-up porn. But I’m a sucker for them being completely smitten with each other, and those feelings sort of bleeding into everything they do/say/think/feel. I also think it’s pretty hot, if I do say so myself. Describing Dick pleasuring himself is like... maybe my favorite thing to write about with him, sex-wise.

4. Things He Cannot Lose (T) The very first story I posted when I came back to the BoB fandom was Long Ago and Far Away, but that was a collection of ficlets I’d written many years ago. This one was the first new thing I’d written in many many years and it felt so freaking good to be writing again, and being in these guys’ heads again, and trying to do justice to the pining and brooding and angsting and loving. It was also the first peek of erection-probs Lew, which you all know by now is a thing I love to work in whenever I can. Sweet, drunk, lovelorn mess that he is, bless his soul.

5. Free Kittens (T) It’s so silly but I’m proud of this one because I feel like I can’t write fluff and, aside from some of Dick’s decidedly non-fluffy attitudes toward the barn kittens, I think I managed to make it pure, uncomplicated domestic fluff. I hope so, anyway. I also freed myself of my narrative structure of staying in one character’s POV for an entire scene, trying instead to do a little more free indirect discourse and float back and forth between them. So even though it’s silly AF, this one has poked its sharp little claws into my heart.

And I’m awful at the tagging thing and feel like I'm just annoying people by tagging them and also that they’ve already been tagged a million times but here we go @speirtongirl and @rillalala

#2020 writing wrapped #band of brothers #hbo war #Winnix #wining fic #by me

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call-sign-shark · 1 year ago

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Lauren, I loved this chapter! If I’m being honest I couldn’t wait to continue my binge reading of your story and this chapter didn’t disappoint. Let me just apologize if this comment is slightly shorter, I’m on my phone and can’t copy/paste. Also you told me you couldn’t help but reply to my comments with long ones and please… Do it. I love This, and I love reading your facts and opinions. That being said, here we go:

Her nightmare of being buried alive was awful but so wonderfully describe. I feel like it’s a sad allegory of all the pain she feels inside and, at the same time, it’s a great echoes to Tommy’s own demons. I must also admit that your way of describing trauma and anxiety attack hit close home. Your prose managed to instill those emotions in the reader, and I couldn’t help but also lit a cigarette as Lucy did. This is only the start of your chapter and I am already immersed. Poor woman, she has been so destroyed an broken in that dark alley that she’s merely a ghost now, only inhabited by her fear and shame. Honestly what she’s been true is indescribably horrible… I just hope she can find a little bit of peace along the Devil, even if healing is never fully attained in such situations…. The parallel with the young woman and Polly got me teary.

I hope I’m not sounding mean but I just love the troubled relationship between Lucy and Polly. It renders your story even more realistic rather than having all the characters liking you OC. The line “you’re not family” … Aouch, that was a low blow and, at the same time, quite “true”. And I just LOVE how Lucy kinda acknowledge it and never claimed to be family. She’s just doing her best to survive and work well. And despite my love for Polly, I could only agree with Lucy: Xavier had to be punished, and you can’t imagine how much I hoped for Lucy to find him and murder him. Go Lucy, be our avengers and kills rapists please. The guy doesn’t deserve to live.

“It was unsurprising that Tommy took part in whoring, even if the reality of it made something in her chest squeeze” THANK YOU. That was an incredible detail that fit so well to Lucy. I was wondering if she would react to Tommy paying girls for sex. This, along with the sudden and unexpected burst of jealousy is just *chief kiss* something’s dawning between her and the Devil teehee. In truth, I particularly light their brief instance of physical touching, as the detail of their shoulders sometimes brushing and sending a bit of comfort in her. That’s beautiful and he must’ve very special for her not to be afraid of his touch, considering what happened to her. The truth behind her story… Wow. I was just frozen when I realized that her nightmare wasn’t one, but an actual memory of her buried alive after getting raped. The image of her coming out of the earth, Undead and revived with hatred is so powerful… Now all her violence makes sense and turns her into an even more fleshed out character. Made me think about the movie I’ll Spit on Your Grave. Don’t know if you’ve seen it but yeah. Taking this into account, the whole torture scene with Xavier was a real guilty pleasure. As a big fan of horror and graphic work, I must say that you did a pretty good job at it. You did so well with your characterization of Lucy that when the moment of cutting Xavier’s intimate parts come, we can only but root for your incredible OC without minding the moral questions that come with self-Justice and retribution. In truth, it was oddly satisfying.

I’ll conclude by saying that my favorite line was “She supposed that if he really did carry her soul with him, that it made sense why she would feel more like herself when he was close.” I think it’s a fantastic description of their relationship, as well as a good wink to the whole Devil metaphor. I’m repeating myself but your writing skills are impressive. So dark, raw and poetic at the same time. I’m in awe. This, combined with Lucy melting in Tommy’s embrace was a soft and heartwarming way of ending this violent chapter. Cant wait to see how they relationship will develop into a romance.

These Devilish Intentions

Chapter 4: The Devil’s Embrace

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

Main Masterlist

These Devilish Intentions Masterlist

Peaky Blinders Fanfiction Masterlist

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x OC

Summary: They strike a deal on a bridge in the dead of night. It is sealed. It is done. It is everlasting. It is the beginning of something neither of them ever expected to find.

Word Count: 3,036

Notes: Warnings for violence and mention of sexual assault.

Afficher davantage

#lucy winters #tommy shelby x oc #Queen Lauren

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mrfunnybone · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

FILL OUT & REPOST ♥ This meme definitely favors canons more, but I hope OC’s still can make it somehow work with their own lore, and lil’ fandom of friends & mutuals. Multi-Muses pick the muse you are the most invested in atm. TAGGED BY: Stolen from @battleshell TAGGING: @ladydreemurr @wdvoided @puzzlebones @flametendingbartender, @the-judge-of-bones @witchandateashop, and @bravest

MY MUSE IS: CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO. [Some would say overly so.]

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ somehow...yes? Apparently?]

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK. [ Yes. Most players agree that Sans fight is one of the toughest in the game, and the Gaster Blasters do pack a punch.]

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK. [ Underrated? Certainly not. Overrated? Hmm..]

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO [Hot take, but as of now, there are no CANON facts 100% supporting the idea that Sans was tied to main story plot elements. If you took him out, the actual story wouldn’t change much, you would just go straight to Asgore’s fight. ]

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. [ Sans is one of the main monsters that the MC interacts with, and acts as the Judge near the end of the game, which reveals a lot of unknown information to the MC.]

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. [ The scene in Grillby’s seems to suggest that, at least in Snowdin, Sans is well-known and well-liked.]

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. [ While fellow Grillby customers and a few other Snowdin residents seem to like him, he’s also seen to irritate other characters with his laziness, bad jokes, or shenanigans. Even Undyne admits that she’d fire him, but he always manages to do the bare minimum to avoid it being justified.]

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — I do! Though I also offer my own spin on San’s backstory and my own interpretation of canon hints.

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. — Jokes in the face of nihilism and a juxtaposition to the field of science, Sans is full of contradictions in a fairly entertaining and interesting way. He appears to be incredibly intelligent, but talks and dresses like he’s any ol’ joe. He appears to have symptoms of depression but still acts fairly chummy. He is both one of the hardest fights you’ll apparently face and yet only needs one hit to be defeated. Sans apparently cares for nothing and yet also holds his brother in very high esteem. He appears difficult to get close to, yet he bonded with a stranger over bad jokes and kept a promise to her even though he never even knew her name. Sans can be defined by both what he is and what he appears to be.

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?). — Sans is credited with far more than he’s actually due by the fandom. He doesn’t seem to really care for you, the player, like Toriel or other monsters do. He’s not a hero, past or present, like Gerson or Undyne. He doesn’t really help avoid the player getting hurt or captured like Papyrus does. He doesn’t push the plot forward and he doesn’t take action; as a character, Sans is purely reactive, and if he were the Main Character, that would be a huge flaw.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I first joined the Tumblr RPC as a Frisk RP Blog, way back in the day, and that was because I stumbled across a Sans RP blog that I found very interesting. This character that I had largely not put too much thought in during the game suddenly had a very complex narrative and I loved reading his dialogue (it didn’t hurt that the mun was clearly a talented writer). Eventually, I realized I wanted to try my hand at writing him too, and so I started my own Sans RP blog.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — you guys. The fandom, the artists, the other Sans/Undertale RP blogs, the fanfiction authors— when I start getting bored or stale, you suddenly present this indie game, and by extension Sans, in a new angle that draws me back in. Thank you.

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? [ Some of my old favorites in the Sans RP game, I think, did a bit better job of consistently getting his character right. Still, I hope I give him justice too.]

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF?

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO [ Often! When I’m actively writing him, anyway.]

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? [ I am! Like I said, I think there have been others who did it better, but I wouldn’t say my portrayal is bad.]

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. [ Most of the time! Sometimes I get writer's anxiety, and it doesn’t help that Tumblr gets me at my rawest. I have no editor, my posts normally receive just a brief proof-reading, and I’m sometimes experimenting for the first time with a particular genre/scene/style. I wouldn’t point to all of my writing here as my best or strongest work, but I can write solid stuff.]

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA. [ I wouldn’t say I’m sensitive in terms of people criticizing me, personally, but I am sensitive to other people. When something bad or unfair happens to someone, I usually feel upset for them. It can get very emotionally exhausting.]

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — I would say so! In general, I’m used to critiques for both writing and art, as I’ve taken courses that incorporated both heavily.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — Absolutely!

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — Not necessarily! I’m always interested in hearing different takes, but if someone said, “I don’t agree,” and didn’t follow up with an explanation on their own, I wouldn’t ask for one.

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — Kind of the same as above. I would be interested in hearing why if they offered up why, but otherwise, I’m not really going to ask because they don’t OWE ME an explanation. For example, I like a lot of books, and I don’t like a lot of books, and that’s not really a judge of their quality as much as it is my own personal taste. Number one rule as a writer, you have to learn and accept that your stuff won’t appeal to everyone.

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — I get it, haha. Characters that are hyped up like Sans are easy to get annoyed by. Even if he wasn’t hyped up, though, again, it makes sense that someone wouldn’t like him. Just like a book, a character can’t appeal to everyone.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — Please do! It’s embarrassing when I catch them later, hahaha.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — I think so! I try to be, anyway. Sometimes I worry I’m too casual with slipping into IM’s or commenting on posts, but so far I don’t think I’ve scared anyone off, so that’s good.

#TBT #|| memes ||#|| character analysis ||

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the-judge-of-bones · 5 years ago

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THE POSITIVE & NEGATIVE; MUN & MUSE - MEME.

TAGGED BY: @mrfunnybone TAGGING: Whoever see’s this and has a T or C in their username :P

(I would do this for gaster to but good lord this thing is longer then i thought HKDLAHS)

MY MUSE IS: CANON / oc / au / canon-divergent / fandomless / complicated

Is your character popular in the fandom? YES / NO.

Is your character considered hot™ in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Is your character considered strong in the fandom? YES / NO / IDK.

Are they underrated? YES / NO / IDK.

Were they relevant for the main story? YES / NO (in Canon, no, he’s not relevant to the main story. If he didn’t exist, the game wouldn’t miss much in terms of playability, But i do play him in a way that makes him more relevant)

Were they relevant for the main character? YES / NO / THEY’RE THE PROTAG. (No matter the run you chose, You encounter sans at the end of the game)

Are they widely known in their world? YES / NO. (He’s well known because he helped in the construction of the core at a young age, Long before he was known for his lazy, joking nature)

How’s their reputation? GOOD / BAD / NEUTRAL. (It’s neutral now because most people in the usual time, don’t know he worked on the core, they don’t even know he was a scientist! and sans is generally hush, hush about it. He has a hard to work around attitude and it takes a long time to know the true him past the heavy walls he’s built up. So many people only know him as the slightly off, lazy, jokester sibling of papyrus)

HOW STRICTLY DO YOU FOLLOW CANON? — While i do follow some points of canon, I am 100% far more canon-divergent then full canon, It’s just part of how i play muses. I put my own on my favorite chara’s and in some ways, make them my own.

SELL YOUR MUSE! AKA TRY TO LIST EVERYTHING, WHICH MAKES YOUR MUSE INTERESTING IN YOUR OPINION TO MAKE THEM SPICY FOR YOUR MUTUALS. — Mysterious, Sans is someone you apparently know everything yet nothing about, he’s open yet closed off to all that matters. He’s more then meets the eye, but he doesn’t have the energy to put that forth because of what’s going on behind the scenes of the world they live in, He adores his brother and cares greatly for the people who get close to him even if it’s hard to manage some days, he walks a fine line between unaware’s and knowing all.

NOW THE OPPOSITE, LIST EVERYTHING WHY YOUR MUSE COULD NOT BE SO INTERESTING (EVEN IF YOU MAY NOT AGREE, WHAT DOES THE FANDOM PERHAPS THINK?). — He’s not easy to get along with despite what the joking nature may seem, it’s at best ‘surface’ level type of friendship, He doesn’t like humans and he doesn’t like you. He can put on a facade for his friends, his family, but if you disappeared and didn’t come back? he wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t look for you, he wouldn’t do anything to get you back, Because unlike papyrus or toriel or anyone else, You aren’t worth the effort and you’d have to put a lot of work to get anywhere near that point.

WHAT INSPIRED YOU TO RP YOUR MUSE? — I played sans in the past, a very, very long time ago. He was my first true muse on tumblr, but i didn’t play him well because i didn’t know what i was doing, It’s only recently that i saw the undertale fandom was still alive and well that i decided to jump back into this punny skeleton man i adored so long ago and turns out? my motivation for him never left! and i’ve laughed a lot in the short time i’ve played him.

WHAT KEEPS YOUR INSPIRATION GOING? — It’s fueled a lot by my own love for the game, the character and the fandom itself but, that’s not to say it isn’t fueled by the interactions i’ve had either. it’s chaotic, silly, sad but wonderful, i’ve felt incredibly welcomed in a very short time ;w;

SOME MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS FOR THE MUN.

Give your mutuals some insight about the way you are in some matters, which could lead them to get more comfortable with you or perhaps not.

Do you think you give your character justice? YES / NO / I SINCERELY HOPE I DO? (This is one of those, i really damn well hope so but i’m not the best ‘judge’ of that :P)

Do you frequently write headcanons? YES / NO / SORT OF? (Me, glancing at my giant drabble like headcannons, me?? Nooooooo)

Do you sometimes write drabbles? YES / NO (If i don’t occasionally churn out a full af drabble then assume i’m dead)

Do you think a lot about your Muse during the day? YES / NO (Yes, even when i’m not writing him, there’s always ideas or things i want to do in my head)

Are you confident in your portrayal? YES / NO / SORT OF? (Of course!)

Are you confident in your writing? YES / NO. (I am!, even if other people didn’t like it, I’m happy with how i write)

Are you a sensitive person? YES / NO. / SORTA. (Generally no!, I can be sympathetic both for chara’s and the muns behind them but it’s not going to get to me in a way that really impacts me.)

DO YOU ACCEPT CRITICISM WELL ABOUT YOUR PORTRAYAL? — Of course, as long as it’s viable and useful criticism, i am more then happy to take it. Will i always agree with it? no, But will i always take it into consideration? yes.

DO YOU LIKE QUESTIONS, WHICH HELP YOU EXPLORE YOUR CHARACTER? — PLS

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES TO A HEADCANON OF YOURS, DO YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY? — I’d be happy to know why someone dislikes it and what they have instead of that headcannon but i ain’t gonna be huffy if they don’t have a reason to dislike it

IF SOMEONE DISAGREES WITH YOUR PORTRAYAL, HOW WOULD YOU TAKE IT? — I’d be more then fine with it, they can tell me WHY if they want to but i’m also not gonna care if people don’t like how i do it personally, there’s plenty of sans out there, each with their own unique interpretation of the character. Don’t like this one, Go find a different one, If you don’t like any of them. Maybe write him yourself! :D

IF SOMEONE REALLY HATES YOUR CHARACTER, HOW DO YOU TAKE IT? — I’d just shrug, Not everyone is going to like a character from a game, Like. I adore undertale but i don’t really like muffet. Does that mean i’m going to shit on muffet rpers? no. Does that mean i won’t interact with muffets? no.

ARE YOU OKAY WITH PEOPLE POINTING OUT YOUR GRAMMATICAL ERRORS? — If you see them, you can but unless it’s a big mistake. i prob won’t go back to fix it.

DO YOU THINK YOU ARE EASY GOING AS A MUN? — Awh yeah, i am chaotic and feral but i’m friendly and i don’t bite. If anything, i’m overenthusiastic.

#The fallen human (Mun)#Away from the mountain (OOC)

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solllaris · 5 years ago

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i can’t keep from loving you: noah [litg]

pairing: noah x my female!oc

summary: the time spent in the villa is rapidly dwindling and continuously watching the man collins is inevitably falling for with another woman has finally caused the cracks in her heart to give way and crumble and there is absolutely nothing she can do to stop it.

warnings: angst?, a lil fluff, some steamy kisses (whoops)

wc: 2.8k+

a/n: just a warning that i kinda suck at writing angst and arguments so i’m genuinely sorry if this is terrible. this was my first time writing noah, obviously, and i really tried to do his character justice so i’m sorry if you think he’s out of character at times. he’s a tough one to write, honestly, but i had a ton of fun! i hope you guys like it as much as i liked writing it.

(side note: the title is a song by andrew james bc i love it so much lol. it’s not necessarily based off the lyrics; i just liked the title.)

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Never before had Collins experienced such a gut-wrenching ache in her chest until she was forced into watching the man of her dreams cradle and hum sweet-nothings to another woman. It was etched into the insides of her eyelids and each time she squeezed her baby blues shut she could vividly picture the most minuscule of details from earlier that day; she remembered the paths his fingertips traced along the length of her friend’s spine, the way his massive hands cupped her jaw with the tenderest of care, how his honey colored irises melted into a softer caramel color as he looked down at her clinging to his strong body.

A thrumming throb pulsated through the beating organ in her chest and the ginger-haired girl instinctively clutched her half-empty glass of sangria tighter. Shaky fingers danced over the area above her heart, rubbing gently with a tiny whimper as if a simple touch would rid herself of the pain she felt. Hot pools of tears gathered in the lower rims of her eyes and a stuttered breath was all it took for them to plummet down her makeup-covered cheeks, leaving messy trails in their wake and destroying the cosmetics she had worked hard to apply.

Tucking her knees even tighter to her chest in the hopes of shielding her wet face, Collins sunk further into the plush daybed and tried not to think about how utterly alone she truly felt. It was an impossible feat for the extremely sensitive girl and once the thought wriggled its way into the forefront of her mind it brought with it a fresh wave of tears to coat her face and lips in salt. As furiously as she attempted to fight her emotions, they had finally won and she allowed her head to bow forward until her forehead pressed against her bare knees and her small frame shook with the force of her cries.

Pursuing Noah had jeopardized multiple friendships that Collins had created with the girls and the only friends she felt that she had remaining lied with the boys. No, her relationships with each girl wasn’t completely in tarnishes, but it seemed that not one of them supported her in her feelings for the tall librarian. The one girl she had come to confide in, the one that understood and encouraged her, had been sent packing and left the Villa with necks craned to watch her go just as she had come. With Priya gone, Collins had found comfort in the sweet, sweet boys she had met weeks ago on the lawn and although they were incredible, she craved the company of other girls. Boys were programmed differently and sometimes all she wanted was the familiarity of giggling over drinks and whispered gossip.

A soft pattering of feet jolted Collins back down to her miserable reality and with a newfound haste she swiped the tears away and took a long sip of her sangria to act as if she hadn’t been sobbing miserably moments before. However, when her gaze fell onto the tan-skinned boy she’d been crying over the poor girl knew he’d be able to see straight through her little façade. Suddenly the floating fruits in her glass became very fascinating and as she felt him sit near her feet, she channeled all her remaining energy into focusing on the lingering sweet taste on her tongue from the combination of wine, brandy, and fruit.

A beat of silence passed and Collins blue irises drank in the way his bare, muscular chest heaved as he sighed heavily. “M’ sorry about earlier,” He murmured and she felt her muscles almost instinctively relax at his low, smooth rasp of a voice. It acted like a warm blanket after an exhausting day. “You didn’t deserve that. You don’t deserve any of this.”

She could feel the intensity with which Noah looked at her, his hot chocolate colored eyes burning straight through her flesh and leaving nothing unseen or untouched. He had always been a stickler for eye contact each time they’d spoken so it shouldn’t have surprised the redhead when his hot palm wrapped around her calf, his digits splaying over her pale skin whilst his thumb stroked small circles over her shin bone. But for some unknown reason she still found herself breathing in sharply and had to coax her lungs to keep functioning.

“Look at me, please,” Noah begged gently with a squeeze to her calf.

Collins despised herself for being so weak when it came to him - how such simple actions and words were her ultimate undoing. She’d do whatever he asked of her as long as he kept touching her the way he was and speaking with the tenderest tone of voice. That instance was no different and she ripped her attention from the tiny bubbles in her drink to look him in the eye.

The circles he traced on her shin halted and she sunk further into the pillows littering the daybed behind her once she saw his expression morphing before her. Noah’s honeyed irises darted over her swollen eyelids, then dipped lower to the salty tracks on her pretty pink cheeks, and finally to her puffy bottom lip where she had furiously bitten down on it to muffle her cries. All it had taken was mere seconds for his entire face to fall and for a look of devastation to wash over his gorgeous features and Collins’ heart throbbed painfully once more.

“I made you cry?” He asked carefully, softly.

Curling her painted toes into the mattress until it was almost painful, she struggled to remain eye contact through the pain reverberating through her chest cavity. “It’s okay.” Collins shrugged and her gaze darted away for a split second as she took a shaky breath. “I needed a good cry anyway.”

The blazing heat wafting from Noah’s palm disappeared from her leg and she missed it after only seconds of being without it. She dug her toes into the sheet beneath her again to refrain from stretching her leg out to press against his warm, bare back and sucked in a deep breath as an attempt to clear her racing thoughts. Collins’ teeth clashed against the glass cup when she practically inhaled a large gulp of her deep red alcoholic beverage and shifted her attention to the gorgeous man sitting beside her.

Noah’s tall, lithe form hunched over, elbows resting on his knees, and tugged on his chocolate brown locks out of frustration. “It’s not okay, Collins,” He growled roughly and sat up straight to meet her gaze with an intensity that made her shy away instinctively.

The ginger-haired girl only transposed her focus elsewhere for a few seconds before she felt - and heard - him shuffle closer until he no longer sat near her feet but close enough to pull her into his arms if he desired. Collins presumed he was simply moving closer with no further intentions, but then his warm palm cupped her jawline and his fingers sunk into her red hair and she swore her heart ceased its beating.

Guiding her face to look at him again, Noah managed a small, sweet smile and Collins melted into his touch despite the scorching ball of anger in her belly that she wanted to spew at him. “It’s not okay, honey,” He hummed quietly and the soft glint in his molten colored eyes made her want to shiver. “I’ve been an absolute div, haven’t I?”

Honey. Honey. Honey.

The sweet, attentive pet name made Collins’ tummy do all sorts of acrobatic routines and she was positively certain her cheeks were coated in a bright red blush. God, all she wanted to do was fall into his strong arms and kiss him without having any restrictions or scandalous secrecy; she wanted to kiss him whenever she yearned to and feel the racing drum of his heart beating out of the space behind his ribs, but she knew that it simply wasn’t possible. Her silly fantasy would never become her reality because the man she was falling in love with was falling for someone else.

Turning away from him abruptly, Noah’s hand dropped and Collins quickly slung her legs over the edge of the daybed and darted towards the kitchen, her glass of sangria sloshing with the haste of her movements. The rampant butterflies in her belly died as soon as they’d come and as she tossed the leftover fruit from her cup to dump the blood red liquid down the sink, a heavy wave of exhaustion settled into her bones. She knew sleep wouldn’t come anytime soon for her that night and it was all because of the tall boy that had followed after her on her heels the entire time.

She rubbed at the spot between her furrowed brows and sighed tiredly. “I’m so tired, Noah,” She began dejectedly. “One minute you’re talking about Hope like she’s the woman you’ll end up marrying and then the next you’re...y-”

“The next I’m what?” Noah interrupted, urging the redhead to finish as he moved in closer to where she leaned back against the counter.

Collins breath caught in her throat when his hands gripped the granite on either side of her body, effectively pinning her against the cabinets. She had to crane her neck upwards to catch his eye before she continued.

“Then the next you’re calling me ‘honey’ and...touching me with that stupid look in your eyes and making me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.” Her voice was shaky, dropping in and out like a receiver with a bad connection, and she felt her nose burn with an onslaught of frustrated tears. Her fists thumped against his exposed pectorals and she shoved forcefully, letting out a helpless cry when he barely moved at all. “Is this a game to you, Noah? What do you want, huh? What do you want fr-”

Noah’s lips captured Collins’ in a heated kiss, effectively cutting her off mid-rant. She had always caught glimpses of an underlying intensity and heat around him with stolen glances radiating unspoken lust, but had never experienced it unadulterated. He devoured her, tugging her tangled tresses to tilt her chin up for better access to her mouth whilst his opposite held her jaw tight enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her. It was hot and possessive and when she submissively parted her lips with a soft whine to accommodate for his tongue, it took every ounce of his willpower to separate from her with a wet smack.

Panting, staggered breaths filled what little space was between them and for a split second Collins allowed herself to revel in Noah’s hips pinning her to the cabinets and his fingers gently pulling at her hair; she selfishly indulged in how her lips tingled and how the taste of a sweet chocolate lingered on her tongue from his own swiping along hers. For a throbbing millisecond all she wanted was to taste that rich chocolate in his mouth again, but the guilty knot in her tummy twisted painfully and that red-hot anger sparked once again.

Collins pushed against his pecs once more and that time Noah obliged, letting her shove him away even though every bone in his body ached to keep touching her. Frustrated tears clouded her vision and his figure blurred before her as an annoyed groan ripped through her throat.

“You can’t just do that, Noah. You can’t just kiss me to make everything better!” She hissed bitterly and angrily swiped at the stupid tears dripping down her face, her body completely betraying her right in front of him. “You and Hope are back together and I don’t want to be your second choice. I don’t deserve that.”

“M’sorry.” Noah scrubbed a hand against the back of his neck and hung his head like a scolded puppy. “I’m just...trying to figure out what I want.”

Her heart clenched agonizingly and the images of Hope wrapped around him earlier in the day flashed before her. She could hardly bear to look at him as she croaked out, “I think it’s pretty clear what you want.”

A panicked twinge passed through his chest, suddenly feeling as though the ginger-haired girl he had blossoming feelings for was ending things before they had a chance to begin. The mere idea had Noah reaching out to glide his knuckles across her highlighted cheekbones, but she jerked away before he could even graze her soft skin and the twinge in his thumping heart amplified tenfold.

“No, honey, I-”

“Don’t call me that!” Collins cried. She knew her angry resolve would weaken at that sweet term of endearment and that was the last thing she wanted.

He sighed and whispered yet another apology, desperately trying to diffuse the growing tension settling in the kitchen. “Collins, please just hear me out, okay?” He begged and her beat of silence spurred him on. “I-I can’t just end it with Hope. You know that.”

“Why not, Noah?” She spat and instantly hated how he flinched at her hostile tone. “What—you just want to have your cake and eat it too, huh?”

“Fuckin’ hell,” He growled, beginning to get irritated with the way she kept putting words into his mouth. “You know I’m not that type of guy.”

“Do I?” She threw back in seconds. “Because since we’ve been in the Villa all you’ve been doing is stringing my feelings along.”

“That was never my intention. You have to understand that.” He took a few tentative steps towards her and seeing no visible reaction to suggest he shouldn’t, he proceeded to move closer until he was close enough to reach out and touch her. He felt his expression softening and as a last attempt, he slid his thumb along the length of her jaw with feather-like pressure and relaxed as she allowed it. “I’m crazy about you and I don’t want to lose you before I’ve even had you.”

“So what are you gonna do?” Collins asked and Noah despised the resigned lilt in her pretty accent. “Go back to Hope and keep acting like everything’s fine? Like you’re happy?”

“I promise I’m going to fix this.” He increased the pressure of his thumb and palm against her jaw, fully cupping the sharp bone. He relished in the sight of her subtly tilting further into him, a tender adoration settling in every crevice of his joints. “Don’t give up on me, honey. Please.”

“Noah…”

It was a meek, broken whisper of protest as the tall boy began to pull her face upwards until their lips ghosted against one another’s. When he breathed another incredibly vulnerable and wrecked plea to “please not give up on him” against her parted mouth, Collins tipped over the edge and pulled him down by the back of his neck. Their lips met roughly and the guttural groan her action pulled from deep in his throat only encouraged her to tilt her head further, deepening their passionate exchange.

Her head spun and before her brain had the chance to catch up, Noah had bowed forward, one of his ridiculously large hands sliding down the expanse of her sides to cup her bum possessively. The warmth of his palm easily bled through the thin material of her pajama shorts and she barely had time to soak up how good it felt for him to touch her like that before he squeezed her bottom appreciatively. Her gasp elicited the sexiest smirk from him and he took her parted lips as an opportunity to glide his tongue against all the places that made her keen.

They broke apart much too soon for Collins’ taste and she whimpered pathetically, pushing up onto the tips of her toes to chase his lips; she really couldn’t handle how swollen they looked, all slick from her tongue’s endeavors.

To Collins’ dismay, Noah chuckled huskily and tilted his chin up which put his lips out of her reach.

“Um, rude?” She scoffed and lightly pushed at his muscular pectorals.

“Have to keep you wanting more, don’t I?” He hummed, his honeyed irises twinkling mischievously and she understood why immediately as a muffled ‘smack!’ met her backside before he pulled away completely.

“Noah!” Collins squealed. She was sure her face was the exact shade of her hair.

He laughed, full-on and boisterous, and the sight was so pretty that it stole the breath from her lungs. Noah reached out to tangle their digits together and tugged her in the direction of the communal bedroom, bubbles of laughter continuing to shake his broad shoulders.

“C’mon, honey. Let’s go to bed.”

They clutched onto one another for as long as they could, only dropping hands once they reached the bedroom and ultimately split ways. Noah was swept away by Hope, his feet having barely crossed the threshold, and Collins drifted towards an empty bed to sleep alone.

Things certainly weren’t perfect for the girl, but as she curled up under toasty sheets, she clung onto his whispered promise and let sleep overtake her with the dreams of her future circling her head.

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fc5holidayexchange · 5 years ago

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FAR CRY 5 HOLIDAY EXCHANGE 2019 FIC

Quiet Night

Characters: Elisha Abasi/Ruelle Michl (OC Judge/OC Captain), mentions of Jacob Seed

@jacobsknifeplay

My gift for jacobsknifeplay! What a fantastic URL by the way. Hope I did your girls justice because I love them. I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Tags: OCxOC, cuddling, fluff

Elisha dipped the cloth into the cleaning solution briefly before returning to scrubbing at the blood on the mask she wore. The grooves and dents on the mask caused by combat and Joseph’s less-than-professional woodwork in creating it meant that it would inevitably stain the wood even worse than it already had, but Elisha had already come to terms with this. The blood on the mask wasn’t really something she cared about, anyway; she cleaned it out of habit more than anything.

Before the Collapse, she used to wear blood - either hers or someone else’s - like a sort of warpaint; a mark of victory. To be more concise, she did so during her time as Jacob Seed’s… “soldier.” She didn’t quite know what she was to him. “Captive,” perhaps, but she couldn’t deny the rush of going through the trials and hearing the echo of praises from the veteran in her hazy state of mind. It took a long, long time (and what was pretty close to the end of the world) to break that mindset. Still, it didn’t stop her mind from wandering there every now and again. The gleam lurking in those cold blue eyes as he looked her bloodied form over, seeing her panting from the previous trials. The knife sat in the sheath on his thigh, and Elisha had seen him absentmindedly spinning it around his fingers as he strolled between the cages.

Elisha gripped the cloth a bit too tightly as she heard the door open. She immediately untensed as it opened all the way to reveal Ruelle, her blonde hair a bit disheveled and clothing looking just a bit more worn than usual.

“Ran into some trouble?” Elisha asked casually, going back to her cleaning.

“Nothing Timber and I couldn’t handle,” the captain replied, walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. “But it did take a bit out of me.”

“I imagine so. You could’ve taken me with you, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But I figured I should give you a bit of a break from all the fighting. You know, a day off.”

“Mmhmm. Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Rue, I would’ve preferred to be out doing something. It’s been really quiet around here today.”

“So, boring?”

“Very.”

The two smiled amongst themselves. Lighter moments weren’t incredibly common - not in Hope County - but they were appreciated nonetheless. A comfortable silence settled in the room as Elisha continued her task and Ruelle made herself cozy on the furniture. After several minutes, it was broken.

“So, what were you thinking about before I came in?” Ruelle asked. It was an innocuous question, but the answer Elisha had was not. She considered whether she should tell the truth or dodge the question altogether.

“Who said I was thinking about something?”

“C’mon, I noticed that little jump you did. I caught you off-guard at the very least. And considering you were just polishing your mask and not doing something inappropriate, I assume you were thinking. And probably about something pretty big, since it’s not like you to zone out.”

Elisha laughed a little in response. “Maybe I was thinking a little bit.”

“Just a little?”

“Alright, maybe more than a little.”

When there was no elaboration, Ruelle sat back up and looked over to Elisha, who was hanging her mask up to grab the next time she left on a mission, or just in general.

“Mind indulging me?” the captain asked.

Elisha returned the glance, amber eyes meeting green for a moment. She saw concern in Ruelle’s eyes, and she broke eye contact.

“I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought, I don’t know, if it might help…” Ruelle added.

“Uh, yeah, just… thinking about the guy again. The one who listened to The Platters.” A quiet "oh” fell from Ruelle’s lips, and suddenly, the air felt a bit heavier.

“My bad. I didn’t mean to pry or anything. I was just… worried.”

“No, I know. I chose to share that, Rue. Besides, I bet you’d worry yourself sick if I let you.” Elisha noticed the slight pout on the captain’s features at the light teasing. “It’s nothing bad, I promise. More nostalgic than anything, really.” The blonde tilted her head to the side curiously.

“Nostalgic? What?” She furrowed her brows, trying to figure out what on earth Elisha could be nostalgic about. From what she had been told, this guy had basically tortured Elisha until - she didn’t want to think about it anymore.

“He didn’t say much outside of these sort of… lectures of his. And he was real good at twirling a knife around.”

The thought that these were weird things for Elisha to be commenting on crossed Ruelle’s mind, but the thought of saying so out loud did not.

“Never actually saw him use it, though,“ Elisha continues, "besides just… playing with it. He was a stoic army type, real gruff.”

“That song you keep humming sounds… I dunno. Kinda slow and sweet? Or sad, maybe? I just didn’t really think that it seemed like the type of song someone like that would listen to.”

“You’re telling me.”

Ruelle knew that there were plenty of pieces of the puzzle she was missing about this guy, about Elisha’s past. But she knew that the judge would tell her on her own terms, in her own time. But for now, this was more than she had expected to hear; after all, Elisha held her past close to her chest, all too willing to keep it buried.

“Thank you for sharing. I know you’d rather… not.”

“If you keep making a big deal about it, I’ll be sure not to do so again,” Elisha threatened, mostly in jest. “Are you gonna sleep in those clothes or are you going to change into something more comfortable?”

Ruelle flashed a sly smirk in her companion’s direction. “If you wanted me to take off my clothes, you could just ask, you know.” Ruelle saw Elisha roll her eyes at the flirt, but the smile on the brunette’s lips didn’t escape Ruelle’s notice either. “But you do have a point.” Still, she didn’t stand from the couch, even as the seconds turned into a full minute. She noticed the arched eyebrow directed at her. “But these clothes are already warm and it’s so cooold…” she jokingly whined.

“Captain.”

Ruelle threw her head back in exaggerated faux exasperation. “Ugh, fine.”

She pushed herself off of the couch and made her way to her wardrobe, shrugging off her jacket as she walked to the other room. Elisha set about starting a fire in the fireplace in order to keep the Montana chill out as Ruelle changed into something fit for sleeping and returned to the main room. Ruelle sank back down onto the couch as Elisha ignited the wood, watching the flame struggle for a moment before finally roaring to life.

“Alright, then, it’s your turn,” Ruelle said. “I know sleeping in that much clothing can’t be that great. You’d overheat in the night.”

“Oh, please. You know how cold Montana is at this point. I wouldn’t overheat, even with all of this on.” Elisha grinned at Ruelle. “And what was it you just said? ‘You could just ask’?”

Ruelle laughed as she responded, “Touché.”

A few minutes later, Elisha returned; taking a seat next to Ruelle on the couch and watching the flames dance in the firebox as the wood crackled and blackened. The two of them simply sat, enjoying each other’s presence and feeling the warmth of the fireplace filling up the main room. At some point, Elisha leaned over and rested her head on Ruelle’s shoulder. The blonde returned the gesture in kind; gently laying her cheek to rest against the top of Elisha’s head and bringing up a hand to run through Elisha’s hair gently, softly.

“Hey, Eli?” Ruelle asked. No response. Rather than repeat herself, Ruelle carefully lifted her head and leaned forward a little bit to get a look at Elisha’s face. Her eyes were closed, and her chest was rising and falling slowly, rhythmically. Ruelle smiled softly, seeing how… at ease Elisha looked. She hid her face beneath the crudely carved mask so often, like a sort of safety blanket, but Ruelle was one of the few people in the dystopic Hope County that had what she considered the pleasure of seeing Elisha without her mask.

Ruelle herself was pretty tired as well, having been out and about most of the day, getting shot at and fighting back. She was a bit surprised that Elisha had managed to fall asleep before she did, but she didn’t mind it; not when she got to see how relaxed her judge was.

However, she knew if they fell asleep like this for too long, Elisha’s neck would be hurting when she woke up. Ruelle figured she should probably try and fix that.

She shifted a bit, just enough to gently disturb the position Elisha was in. Elisha shifted, and Ruelle ventured another call of Elisha’s name. Elisha slowly opened her eyes, blinking a few times as the room came into focus.

“How long was I out?” she asked sleepily, sitting back up and rubbing her eyes.

“Not too long,” Ruelle answered. “C’mon, let’s actually head to bed.” Elisha nodded and stood slowly, stretching her arms above her head for a moment before dragging her feet towards the bedroom, Ruelle in tow.

Elisha slid beneath the covers, and Ruelle joined her, pulling the blankets up to their necks. Elisha scooted closer to the captain, fitting herself against the other woman, snuggling in and putting her arms around Ruelle. Ruelle smiled and pulled Elisha close.

The cold wouldn’t prove to be a problem as the two of them drifted off, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms.

“Ran into some trouble?” Elisha asked casually, going back to her cleaning.

“Nothing Timber and I couldn’t handle,” the captain replied, walking over to the couch and flopping down onto it. “But it did take a bit out of me.”

“I imagine so. You could’ve taken me with you, you know.”

“Yeah, I know. But I figured I should give you a bit of a break from all the fighting. You know, a day off.”

“Mmhmm. Well, I’m not going to lie to you, Rue, I would’ve preferred to be out doing something. It’s been really quiet around here today.”

“So, boring?”

“Very.”

“Who said I was thinking about something?”

Elisha laughed a little in response. “Maybe I was thinking a little bit.”

“Just a little?”

“Alright, maybe more than a little.”

When there was no elaboration, Ruelle sat back up and looked over to Elisha, who was hanging her mask up to grab the next time she left on a mission, or just in general.

“Mind indulging me?” the captain asked.

Elisha returned the glance, amber eyes meeting green for a moment. She saw concern in Ruelle’s eyes, and she broke eye contact.

"I mean, you don’t have to. I just thought, I don’t know, if it might help…” Ruelle added.

“Uh, yeah, just… thinking about the guy again. The one who listened to The Platters.” A quiet "oh” fell from Ruelle’s lips, and suddenly, the air felt a bit heavier.

“My bad. I didn’t mean to pry or anything. I was just… worried.”

“He didn’t say much outside of these sort of… lectures of his. And he was real good at twirling a knife around.”

The thought that these were weird things for Elisha to be commenting on crossed Ruelle’s mind, but the thought of saying so out loud did not.

“Never actually saw him use it, though,“ Elisha continues, "besides just… playing with it. He was a stoic army type, real gruff.”

“That song you keep humming sounds… I dunno. Kinda slow and sweet? Or sad, maybe? I just didn’t really think that it seemed like the type of song someone like that would listen to.”

“You’re telling me.”

“Thank you for sharing. I know you’d rather… not.”

“Captain.”

Ruelle threw her head back in exaggerated faux exasperation. “Ugh, fine.”

“Alright, then, it’s your turn,” Ruelle said. “I know sleeping in that much clothing can’t be that great. You’d overheat in the night.”

“Oh, please. You know how cold Montana is at this point. I wouldn’t overheat, even with all of this on.” Elisha grinned at Ruelle. “And what was it you just said? ‘You could just ask’?”

Ruelle laughed as she responded, “Touché.”

However, she knew if they fell asleep like this for too long, Elisha’s neck would be hurting when she woke up. Ruelle figured she should probably try and fix that.

“How long was I out?” she asked sleepily, sitting back up and rubbing her eyes.

The cold wouldn’t prove to be a problem as the two of them drifted off, safe and comfortable in each other’s arms.

#oc/oc #captain oc #deputy oc #cuddling #fluff #gift: fic #fc5holidayexchange #jacobsknifeplay #submission

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lachalaine · 5 years ago

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2020′s on the Way !! ✨

accepting

@secrecykept submitted:

It’s the end of 2019 and I finally have time to do this meme I’ve been wanting to do for ages even if I’m not good at getting things like this out, I always forget things or don’t get them out right but here we go.

In this essay I will love on you and Jackie forever and ever…kdjnfkdnfknd

My girl, my bby, my sweetest crab cake and twinsie, you are so so important to me. You are so sweet and kind, you always know just what to say, and talking to you always eases my heart. You are amazing and so giving, you do so much for others but I’m glad for the times you take care of yourself, you deserve happiness and relaxation for yourself.

You are so smart, always having such great insights, your opinions and thoughts mean so much to me and I always want to talk things over with you because I know you will steer me right and you actually care. Life has been really hard on you, but you are so strong and will always make it through.

I’m so lucky to have you in my life, you’re the most amazing and easiest person to talk to. I love that you get me so well, and talking with you is always a highlight. I really don’t know what would have happened if we didn’t become close when we did. You have been such a positive influence in my life, and I can only hope I can do as much for you as you do for me. Chatting and plotting with you is the best, it has gotten me through so much. You are so good and so much fun to plot with, I have never had it so seamless. Your ideas are always so good and I love hearing what you think about certain scenarios and ideas.

And the way you have always been so accepting of All my muses ngjgghhjjj it means so much more than I can say. I know my kids are safe with you and Jackie. I can’t tell you enough that I’m so lucky and grateful to have you as a friend and writing partner. You are so supportive and have the sweetest heart.

I think I said the other day that your opinion means the mostest to me and it really really does, in all things but especially in writing. You are so smart and talented, your style is so pretty and unique, always flowing so well and being full of personality. You have a gift with tone and pace and mood, I always admire the words and feel that your writing gives. You’re hard on yourself and get stuck trying for perfection, but I look up to you so much, your writing is such an inspiration to me. I know you always want to give people your best, and you consistently do! And you are so amazing and smart with the way you notice things in my writing and others, and I always love seeing what you pick up from things, it’s always a good surprise and insight.

And let me talk about your girl. Jackie is my absolute favourite oc, my favorite muse. From the first time I read her info a couple of years ago I was amazed. There is so much to her that i love. A DJ oc? Super cool! Reincarnation? Super duper cool! Norse Mythology! Exciting!! She has a purple hair! I’m in love. Jackie has such a gorgeous design I legit feel my heart doki every time I look at her or think about it. I love that her hair is naturally black and she has to go through such effort to get it the way she wants, I love the depth and thought you’ve put into every bit of her. I love her mahogany eyes and her distinct sense of style. I love her humour and strength and the way she is so real. She has gone through so much and doesn’t always deal with it in a healthy way, she’s human.

And I’m so proud of her and the ways she has grown. I have never been so invested in another muse before but your girl has me wanting to read every little thing about her and to see her continue to grow. Her happiness means so so much to me, I would do anything for her! I admire all the thought, depth and effort you put into your posts for you. I will forever say your blog is my favourite, I can’t get over the quality of writing, aesthetics, musings and everything. You are the Best, every post is a total gem.

I could keep going forever but lemme just conclude. 2019 has been a good year because I’ve had you as a friend and writing partner. I’ll always be so grateful for the fact we started talking, it was ages ago now but I appreciate it so much. All I wish for 2020 is for you to have the best year, you deserve fun and happiness and all the good things. I hope we can continue talking and writing together. Thank you for existing, light of my life! ily lots always. Biggest huggies! (pls just accept my love and dont feel like u gotta reply on all this okie dokie)

momo, oh my gosh bby :((( i don’t know what to say :((( this is so much to take in, and it is so sweet, and honest to god, i couldn’t manage to read it all in one go earlier because i couldn’t keep from bawling like a baby every other paragraph :((( i am too soft and fragile for such lovely and kind words, i cannot handle it :c but my gosh, i have never, ever appreciated a message more!!

there’s so much here to unpack but i don’t think i can do my feelings justice. all i can tell you is that i am so, so, so very glad that i met you, momo! honestly and with all my heart, that is the most genuine truth i have! you have been a blessing for me in so many ways since we’ve met, you’ve taken care of me even when i’ve been super darn messy in all my moods and have been endlessly understanding, even with all my faults :c you have given me so much calm and peace in the time that i’ve known you, have eased a lot of my anxiety just by being here, just by being my friend, and i can honestly say i don’t even know what it feels like anymore – i don’t remember what it feels like for my anxiety to be so bad :c you have helped me more then you know, more then i could ever say, and though i always, always wish i could do so much more for you and be around more often and not poof inconsistently like i do, because god knows you deserve only the Best and most sincere amount of Effort in the World !! - i’m just so, so comforted by the fact that somehow, even despite everything — it seems i’ve been able to do just enough 🤗💖

gosh momo, i am glad. more then anything, i will tell you that i am so glad - that i’ve been able to be your confidant all this while, that i’ve been able to ease some of your concerns, that i’ve been able to help you and be a positive influence in your life, because more than anything and with all my heart do i wish you could be happy and thriving and living your best life every single day! you deserve all the good that the world can give you, and i’m glad that you’re slowly but surely getting the tools to achieve it! you have grown so much in the time i’ve known you, even if you might not always feel the same way, but i see the changes that have occurred in you, occurred in your life, and all i can wish for is that it continues for the better ❤ you are so very capable and so very wonderful and talented and good, so vibrant and positive and creative and sweet, and i am hopeful that i can help you realize this bit by bit every single day. you are of my bestest friends, my absolutely favorite blog, my favorite writer with literally ALL my favorite muses of all time! muses who are so unique and different and special and so wonderful in so many ways!! and by god, but the mere fact that jackie was somehow lucky enough to catch all their attentions! and the fact that they feel comfortable enough to be with her the way they do! they are so precious and wonderful and incredible, and i’m honestly in awe of everything we’ve come up with! all the ideas that are so different from each other yet each have their own special qualities ❤ it has been such a treat for us since day 1! and gosh, but it is my pleasure and honor that i am able to give jackie to you and your kids, because i know she’s safe with all of them too. even when things go south, i know she’s safe. i know our friendship is safe. i know everything that occurs is good and there’s a reason for it, and if nothing else we’ll figure it out and we’ll have so much fun doing it, and i am honestly one of the luckiest people on this website - to have stumbled on someone who gets me so well too, who is so seamless to write with, who listens and cares and understands, and gives me a reason to do my best every single time! 🤗💖 you are the easiest person for me to talk to as well, you make my heart warm and make me cry sometimes because i do adore you so, so much, with all my heart, and the warmth of your presence is a gift i could never repay 💖

i’m so happy we found each other when we did, i’m blessed that we were there for each other when we needed a friend. i think we were really meant to find each other, and i’ll be endlessly grateful that i got this chance, because honestly speaking, i wouldn’t change you at all for anything in the world!!

i’m glad i can be there for you! i’m glad i can be a positive influence for you! i’m glad i can do my best for you, even when i might not always be around in my fullest capacity! i’m glad it has helped you when you needed it most 💕 i’m glad my words can give you some peace, even just a bit hihi 🤗 thank you for all that you do for me in turn! thank you for always listening to me when i needed to vent and cry, for understanding when i couldn’t be around. thank you for granting me the compassion i needed to be better to myself. thank you for always appreciating my writing and my daughter and for inspiring me and teaching me to write better!! thank you for even always giving me the urge TO write !! thank you for always doing your best even when you are a soft marshmallow, and for always writing LIKE AN ABSOLUTE QUEEN AND FOR ALWAYS GIVING ME THE GOOD PLOTS AND SHIPS AND RAMBLES AND FOR ALWAYS SHARING AS MUCH AS U COULD WITH ME BECAUSE IT HAS GOTTEN ME THROUGH MY DARKEST DAYS AND I DON’T KNOW WHAT I WOULD DO WITHOUT U 😭😭😭 you have been! an absolute gift! a blessing ! an angel !! and i am so lucky to be your twinsie and be able to have this connection with you, my best girl!

jackie and i are the luckiest! we are the LUCKIEST and i will scream about you and your kids to anyone that will listen ( and even to those who don’t ) for the rest of my fucking days !!!!!! you and your work! the dedication and thought you put in! the writing and the ideas and everything in between ! you deserve to be appreciated and adored and you deserve all the appreciation and admiration in the world! and i am lucky ! i am lucky that i got this chance !! to be your twin! to be your friend! to be your writing partner with each and every one of our kids!!! you mean the world to me, momo! an inspiration like no one else! who has taught me so much, who has given me and my muse so much, and is the main and literal REASON that i am still here and will KEEP COMING BACK, the reason that jackie herself has grown and experienced as much love and affection and positive change as she has! you and your muses are the reason she is getting healthier, the reason she feels more like herself again after everything! the reason she is happy, the reason i’m able to explore her in ways i could never manage before because nothing ever felt right, and yet with your kids - they all feel so natural. thank you for accepting her in her entirety, THANK U FOR LOVING HER IN ALL THE WAYS THAT U DO AND FOR HAVING AS MUCH INTEREST IN HER AS U DO !!! and thank you endlessly for giving us as much effort and dedication as you have! writing with you has been the best experience ever, it’s been so much fun and you’re so smart and talented and imaginative and creative and adshbhdbsahdbas i just!! i adore you!! i adore your writing and your talent and your style and you and everything and anything in between! you are such a spark of delight and i love you with my heart, bby!!! i look up to you in every way!!

you are the best person to write with, the person to plot with, the best person to be friends with, and i’m so happy i found you! and i just want u to know i appreciate it all !!! thank u for always spoiling us the way you do with all the good shippies 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 I HOPE WE CAN CONTINUE TO DO MORE FOR U AND YOUR KIDS IN THE YEARS TO COME !!!!! i love you so much, momo!!! with all my heart!! thank you for a wonderful and enjoyable 2019, and happy new year, my best girl!! to better days and a brighter future for us both in 2020, to more chatting and to more fun, more writing plots, more ships and threads and au’s every other day heheheheh 💕💕💕💕 i send u the biggest huggies every single day !! 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗

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#&& make sure the stars is what you aim for (positivity)#secrecykept #&& waste time with a masterpiece (answered asks)#/ i cannot just accept ur love #/ it is not possible #/ I MUST SHOWER U WITH MY LOVE IN RETURN #/ MOMOOOOOO I LOVE U SO MUCH !!!#/ THANK U FOR ALL THAT U DO FOR ME #/ I LEGIT CRIED #/ SO MUCH WHILE READING THIS #/ I WENT FULL SOBBING #/ and just when i needed it the most !! 😭😭😭#/ you are so sweet and lovely and wonderful momo how could i ever deserve u #/ how could i get so lucky #/ YOU ARE TOO GOOD TO ME #/ thank u for always being there for me and always being so wonderful all day everyday #/ you are a gem and i adore u with every inch of my heart!!!#/ i love u !! so much!!#/ HAPPY NEW YEAR MY BEST GIRL AND I WISH A STUPENDOUS CELEBRATION FOR US BOTH !!!#/ YOU QUEEN !!!!!#&& pre recorded tracks (queue)#submission

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dcarhcarts · 6 years ago

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This.....is the 1000th post on this blog, and I definitely waited until that could be true to post it, and that’s honestly? Very fitting. Seriously, you guys are a m a z i n g and I have literally never done a milestone before so I can’t tell you what it’s supposed to look like?? But we’ve somehow Miraculously (tm) managed to reach 100 followers and - anyway, this is going to be me very unprofessionally gushing about everyone because....I love you all and you’re all amazing aaaaaa. I’m??? Literally so blessed to have made friends and write with all of you. Y’all with multiple blogs, I’m only tagging once so I don’t spam your feed ok? And - as usual, this is going to get Long, because everything I do gets Long apparently. I tried to do it chronologically but IDK how well it worked oops.

THE LOVES OF MY LIFE, THE SUN IN MY EYES, MY MOON AND STARS

@ccrrupticn / D!!!! you are?? literally the reason I made this blog?? Without you, this thing would n o t mcfreaking exist omg!! You’re such an amazing writer (seriously, you manage so many muses and you give them all such distinct voices??? witchcraft???) and also so ???ridiculously kind! I love gushing to you about our Kids and you’re honestly A Saint (tm) for dealing with all of my blog construction/life related breakdowns, my crazy crossover headcanons and crashing into your inbox rambling about musicals <3 I miss talking to you so hmu whenever you come back if you want!!

@personnages / Lynna!! You’re like an Actual Angel. I think you were the first person!! who talked to me?? And You were So Nice and Welcoming that you literally soothed half of my fears coming into rpc like immediately?? You basically helped me figure out how diminutives work and you’re responsible for me adding at least 3 of my muses and I cannot tell you how much I love you and every time you pop onto my dash/feed/discord/etc, it just makes me happy inside <3 Definitely 100000% will follow you to every blog (if you’ll have me lmao) regardless of fandom!! i’m super excited about all of our ship/friendship roulettes and you’re just an absolute joy to talk to.

@nikolacvnas / LYDIA goodness you are a W O N D E R. Probably the best? Historically based blog I’ve ever encountered, and definitely one of my favorite parts of the Anastasia rpc!! The care and research and attention to detail that goes into your portrayals are a s t o n i s h i n g? Your Tatya is divine, your Maria is So Lovely and I Cry For Joy that you write Dima honestly. I’d been eyeing your blog for a little bit before I made my own - and I was honestly a little scared of you when we started cause you are a GODDESS and I am a potato, but then we talked??? and you’re hilarious and a ridiculously kind person and I love you? And of course, I love your dog (the cutest in the universe).

@mythostold / LESLIE~ Different blog, same story~ Man, I’ve been following you since maybe day two of this blog being active? No matter which fandom you end up in and which muse you write, you have such!! good!!! takes!!! For one, I love reading your meta posts??? Like you’re just so incredibly passionate about your muses?? And your writing style is so good aaaaaaa it’s so atmospheric. And on top of all of that - you’re??? such a sweet and incredible??? person??? And I love talking to you boo <3

@lifeawoke / NAT BBYSWEET <3 <3 <3 I have told the story of how I did a victory dance when you followed me to d e a t h probably but it’s t r u e your writing is amazing and your blog is amazing and y o u are amazing! You are the Natasha to my Sonya, and literally every time you send me a musing I’m like immediate-goofy-grin-heart-eyes???? It’s honestly a crime we don’t have more threads but like you’re an absolute joy to talk to and meme with and I adore you/your portrayal of beautiful bratty Natasha even if she drives my Sonya up the wall <3 You are Definitely the Funny Mutual lololol I crack up so much talking to you <3

@valianceearned / CARP you’re an amazing person/writer and holy h e c k am I impressed by your OCs!! They’re all so well thought out and developed? Your bios are so detailed and so much love and care is put into all of your characters. And your writing is so Lovely and it’s also very aesthetically lovely like holy heck the amount of work you put into both the content and the formatting? I am agog, I am aghast!!

@gearsandlevers / Callie!!!!! YOU ROUND ALL THE CORNERS I STRAIGHTEN THE CURVES!! love your kids so much. Your Violet is a delightfully clever and likeable kid, your Evan might have literally walked off the stage two seconds ago, and you’ve put so much thought into your cinnabon stoner Henry. Your dialogue is amazing and I love our headcanon sessions lobbing ideas back and forth with you!!

@spareisms / HEY MAGGIE GUESS WHAT YOU’RE WORTH MELTING FOR!! You’re like the sweetest person alive??? How are you an Actual Real Life Disney Princess?? Your Anna is so well characterized and multi layered and I love how she an be so flawed but so brave and just how human she is. I’m very excited for your Anne Shirley too!! You’re a great writer (and a super sweet person aaaa) and I love you!!

@gcneralvaganov / Deanna, I have just one question: How? Have we only known each other for like 2 months???? It feels like my dash would literally be incomplete without you?? You play such deeply complex and incredibly flawed muses with such a great depth of respect and humanity. I love all of our AUs (we.....probably have a dozen by now), our long fix-canon tangents, and....look the inevitable conclusion to this whole thing is that we should....basically just write Anastasia tbh??? You’re incredibly funny and kind and talented and I’m so glad I yeeted myself into your IMs that first time 2 months ago! I love you, I love your muses, (Dima and Anya love their Dumb Boyfriend), and I love writing with you!

@ncvaflows / ALEXA YOU ABSOLUTE LEGEND YOU. You??? Unlocked Ultimate AU Mode Ro and it’s like I c a n ‘ t stop?? First off, I cannot believe we literally own the same books and like the same barbie movies. How are we not literally the same person?? (Maybe w e ’ r e Anneliese and Erika lmao). Honestly from day 1 you’ve been so welcoming and lovely and I’m so glad we crashed into each other’s IMs yelling at top volume about random ya lit/movies/aus!! I adore literally all of your OCs (is everyone a b s o l u t e l y sure they’re not canon??? hmmmmm a Mystery)???? In the words of Li Shang, “You WRITE GOOD????” Anyway you’re amazing and I love you <3

WHILE IT’S DEFINITELY MY FAULT FOR BEING AN ANXIOUS BEAN WE REALLY NEED TO TALK MORE OFTEN CAUSE I LOVE YOU

@curtainrisen / Rebekah, dude, you’re a wonder. Your muses??? So diverse, and your voices for them? Super on the nose and amazing. I love your Helene and how human she is, and I really gotta toss more of my kids at you (Super excited for Duke!!). You’re real chill to meme with and I love talking/writing with you!!

@heartlosttravelers / Tor!! I love that you stan Raoul de Chagny So Hard ( the pure cinnamon roll boy deserves it honestly) and you’re super cool and great to talk to! All your muses are a m a z i n g and I always love the read when you pop up on my dash!

@damerusse / Marie!! You’re hella chill. Your memes???? 10000000% actually legendary. Meming with you cracks me The Heck Up. Lily is forever the puppy dealer, that is all, thank you, gnight. Ok for real though - your Lily is pretty Legendary too and you really got all that Spark and Fire right down. You’re amazing, and I love stalking your threads on my dash!

@lionhvrted / Fortune, my buddy my pal, we really be Out Here making Jane Austen plots even m o r e rom-com. Like. How did we manage that??? We might be literally magical lmao. We don’t have a ton of stuff going on at the moment but I love our dumb pining kids and I love the justice and humanity you give to your Caroline, and Fitzy loves his (future) wife.

@guvernantka / P R U E I already love our Exasperated Big Sis / Annoying Lil Sis / LITERALLY WHO EVEN ARE YOU YOU SMELLY DUMBASS LIL BRO IN LAW dynamic. You have the Best Sense of Humor (tm) and I’m always catching you when it’s like 12 in the morning here so I’m always cracking up silently in bed trying not to wake my roommies up.

@anastcsie / I LOVE OUR ANGRY SMOL AND DIRTY TOL YOUNG-BUT-OLD MARRIED COUPLE AND THEIR OLDEST DAUGHTER NAMED MARIA ALREADY. I love your Anya and how feisty and fiery she is (Dima, needless to say, loves his wife) and I love how chill (and hilarious!!) you are as a person. We do have a tendency to turn into angst monsters 24/7 but honestly that’s half the fun!!

@asundrop / Polly!!!! ok so I know we haven’t really done anything w/ Raps (yet muahaha) BUT b o y was I hella excited when I found someone willing to yell about CDrama with me??? Thank you for being the Eternally Stoic/Always Annoyed Ancient God to my Tiny Dumb Fox Princess?? I love them and I love you (you’re hella cool) so there!

@moretreasurewithin / KAAAATE goodness it’s only been a couple of days but I’m So Comfortable talking to you already? You’re just honestly really amazingly kind and I love screaming about Anastasia with you. We gotta get more going but I love your Dima and Maria Already (tm) and I love your sense of humor (here’s to torturing Dima with ties!!) and I can’t wait to get to know you better!

@annastrxng / AAAA somehow I managed to chat with you and then?? We never got anything going and it’s definitely mostly my fault cause of that High Anxiety (and also the fact that I got Immediately Busy) but you are literally So Nice and The Most Understanding and super great to talk to!! I hope we get something going in the future!!

@soulcrossed / ROSE we have the same name I keep forgetting this lmao BUT ANYWAY. All your muses?? Amazing. You gotta throw more of them at me. Your Sophie?? Are you Actually Diana Wynn Jones in disguise?? I love our crazy au/headcanon sessions and I love/hate that you’re The Worst Enabler and I’m inevitably going to end up with the other two Hatter sisters on this blog lmao.

I HAVEN’T TALKED TO YOU TON YET BUT HI!!! YOU SEEM CHILL!!

@alonecour / @steeledstark / @professor-of-predators / @sclskinn / @dulcettc / @volaticoux / @frxncaise / @argelfrasterr / @i-wrote-myway / @zharptiitsa / @villainsfall / @anyaromanovarp / @agoodandloyalrussian / @aliquisinter

AND EVERY ONE OF Y’ALL AMAZING PEOPLE OUT THERE I’M ADMIRING SILENTLY FROM AFAR EVEN NOW BECAUSE I CHICKENED OUT OF TAGGING YOU LAST MINUTE CAUSE WHAT IF YOU’RE LIKE “LMAO WHO IS THIS WEIRDO TAGGING ME??” (p.s. this is 100000% permission to slide into my IMs/like a plotting call/etc. I honestly think y’all are hella cool and probably love you already)

#follow forever #( milestone )#( ooc ) ✵ ~ CHANDELIERS AND CAVIAR ~ /#((................you know i made more friends than i thought i would coming into rpc as an anxious smol))#((I LOVE YOU ALL YOU'RE ALL AMAZING))#((thanks for putting up w/ me & my Super Anxious Self))#((ok i'm just gonna post this before i forget and reblog something and miss the 1000th post))

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tallulahchanel · 6 years ago

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Baby Blues

Here it is @chaneajoyyy . I know the video had a girl in it, but the AU I decided to put it, they were gonna have a boy, but despite this, I really hope I did it justice. If I didn’t feel free to tell me, and I will fix it.

Fandom: Black Panther

Pairing(s): T’Challa & OC (Kya Shauku); T’Challa x OC (Naomi Udaku)

Words: 2k

Tags: @queen-of-the-jabari

"Are you sure you can handle this?”

T'Challa rolled his eyes. "Yes, iplato yetshukela. If I can manage an entire technologically advanced country, I can manage this."

Naomi held Javon close to her bosom and tenderly stroked his face. She knew T'Challa was capable of watching their son, but she still had her apprehensions.

It's been three months since Naomi gave birth to Javon, and Nikki—her best friend since high school and Erik's fiance—insisted that she needed a night out. T'Challa, who didn't like seeing his wife couped in the palace, agreed and promised to watch Javon for the night. Naomi would be fine with the idea if he weren't alone. Queen Ramonda took an impromptu trip to Jamaica a few days ago, Shuri and her boyfriend Efe were in Oakland working at the Science and Information building during the school break, and your big sister requested Erik's help to implement a program he wanted to include at the Social Outreach Center. Besides the Dora and other palace staff, it was only them and Nikki.

To make matters more complicated, Naomi was still trying to transition Javon onto the bottle, which was easier said than done. The first time she tried, he screamed so much that she broke down and breastfed him.

"Maybe I should stay here. I’ll ask Nikki if we could rain check.”

T'Challa shook his head and gently took Javon from Naomi. "You will do no such thing. Besides, you look lovely tonight, and it'll be a shame if you let it all go to waste."

Naomi rocked a diamond-studded bodycon dress that stopped just above her knees and accentuated her curvaceous backside. She wore white heels to match, and her silk-pressed hair was in a high ponytail while the tresses laid perfectly on her shoulders.

Her cheeks heated up at his compliment. It's incredible how he could still make her feel like a schoolgirl after six years of marriage.

"Okay," Naomi finally gave in. "You know how to contact me if you need me."

"We'll be fine, iplato yetshukela," he reassured before placing a kiss on her lips. "Now, go have fun."

"Alright.” She gave him one last kiss before turning on her heels and leaving the nursery.

Once she was gone, T'Challa looked down at his son, his pride and joy, and smiled. "Yes, unyana wam. Everything will be alright."

Except everything wasn't alright.

An hour after Naomi left, Javon began fussing. T'Challa tried everything: holding him, rocking him, and checking his diaper. He even made the mistake of trying to soothe him by singing. After the way Javon screamed in response, T'Challa made a mental note to never do that again.

Trying to feed him was a chore within itself. When T'Challa attempted to get the nipple of the bottle in his mouth, Javon would turn his head away and scream at the top of his lungs. At T'Challa's fifth attempt, Javon knocked the bottle out of his hand, and it hit the floor, creating a puddle of formula.

Fortunately for him, that was the exact moment you entered the nursery. You fashioned your smoothie stand uniform—a medium-length dashiki dress adorned in the colors hot pink, black, scarlet red, forest green, and other intricate colors. Your faux locs were styled in a pin-up bun while a matching pink headwrap protected your edges, and your feet adorned a pair of black sandals.

"Good evening wam kumkani," you greeted T'Challa with a bright smile as if you didn't just see the bottle hit the marble floor.

He returned your smile, despite his growing irritation with the screaming child in his arms. "Good evening, Kya. What brings you here?"

“I was available on this lovely Saturday night, so I thought I’d spend it with my king and his heir.”

"That's very generous of you. Now, what's the real reason you're here?" He tilted his head, a clear sign that he didn't believe your explanation. He knew you probably wouldn't want to spend your Saturday night—the one night of the week where you're free to lollygag as you please—with a child, a crying one at that.

"Queen Naomi said if I come over and help, she'll expedite my UCLA application."

"Ah! That makes more sense."

"So, what can I help with?"

"Do you mind holding him while I clean up the formula?"

You nodded and held your arms out for the little prince. "Sure. Besides, it's been a while since I held Prince Javon."

As soon as T'Challa placed him in your arms, Javon's cries increased, and you furrowed your brows. You were sure that Javon would be happy to be held by his Auntie Kya, seeing as how you haven't been around while you finished off your last two months of school before graduation.

"On second thought,” you began and promptly handed him back to T’Challa, “you can hold him while I clean up the formula.”

Before he could protest, you walked out of the nursery and headed towards the supply closet for a roll of paper towels. Upon your return, you saw T'Challa futilely trying to feed Javon--who was still fussing up a storm—with another bottle.

"Good thing I didn’t have to go through this with Nakia,” you mumbled under your breath as you cleaned the formula off the floor.

Unfortunately, you forgot that the heart-shaped herb gave T'Challa enhanced hearing, so your eyes widen when he said, "I'm sure Nakia was much easier to handle."

Once the embarrassment wore off, you sighed and threw the paper towel in the trash can. "Well, Nakia wasn't as fussy, but she was very frustrated. I guess I would be too if I had the mind of a thirty-three-year-old, trapped in the body of a three-year-old."

You decided to drop the subject, you weren't in the mood to relive that stressful time, and decided to focus on the crying Prince Javon. You gently took him and the bottle and attempted to feed him yourself. After the third try, Javon almost knocked the bottle out of your hand. With a defeated sigh, you gave the bottle back to T'Challa.

"Well, I tried.”

T'Challa released a sigh of his own. "There has to be an easier way to do this."

An idea came to you just then.

"Take off your robe,” you told T’Challa, who gave you a perplexed look.

"What?”

"Trust me,” you pleaded with an innocent smile. “Take off your robe.”

Reluctantly, he stripped himself of the robe, leaving him in a t-shirt and slacks, and took Javon from you before you walked over to the prince's dresser.

"What are you doing?" T'Challa eyed you suspiciously when he saw you grab a pair of scissors. He released a dramatic gasp as you snipped a hole in the robe. "Why did you do that?! That robe costs more than your college tuition!"

"Why are you walking around wearing my college tuition?” You quipped with a smirk while walking over to him. “Put this back on.”

"You still haven't told me the meaning of this," he said as he took the robe from you.

"It's something I saw on an American sitcom. It sounds ridiculous, but it works."

As T'Challa gave Javon back to you so he could put the robe back on, he began considering blocking American shows and movies from Wakanda's free and unlimited streaming services.

You held the bottle out for him to take. "Now, put this inside of your robe and set it to where the nipple is poking out of the hole."

He furrowed his brows at you, but when you flashed him an innocent look, he took the bottle and did as you instructed, mumbling, "This better work."

"It will." Once he secured the nipple in the hole, you gave Javon back to T'Challa.

"Now hold him the way Queen Naomi does when she's breastfeeding him."

T'Challa secured Javon in the position you instructed, and you both observed to see if your plan was going to succeed.

Javon's nose brushed against the nipple, and he instinctively turned his head to latch onto it. When he first tasted the formula, his face formed a frown similar to the one Naomi gives when she wants to smack someone, and you had to hold back your laughter. It took a while, but the young prince eventually smoothed into the motions.

"See?!" You boasted with a triumphant smile. "I told you it would work."

As much as he hated to admit it, your ridiculous idea did come in handy.

After a while, T'Challa transitioned to the rocking chair while you took a spot on the nearby loveseat and played a game on your kimoyo beads.

"Kya?" T'Challa broke the silence in the room. "Exactly which American show did you get this from?"

"It was called Yes, Dear. An early 2000s show full of colonizers. Nothing remotely rememberable, except for that one scene.”

"Ah!” He nodded and returned his focus on Javon.

After feeding Javon, you offered to burp and snuggle with him before it was time for a much-needed diaper change. It wasn't long before Javon was fast asleep in the arms of a tired T'Challa while you rested on the loveseat.

The clock striked midnight when Naomi tiptoed into the nursery with her heels in her hand. Her heart gushed at the sight of her sleeping husband holding her son.

She walked over to him and placed a kiss on his forehead and another one on his cheek. "Wake up, kumkani," she whispered in his ear, causing him to stir.

His eyes fluttered open, and he smiled at his beautiful wife. "Hello, iplato yetshukela. How was your evening?”

"Nothing special. All I could think about was my two babies." She reached her hand out and stroked Javon's small afro. "How was he?"

"Once the crying stopped, he was perfect."

Naomi smiled. When she went to pick up Javon, her hand brushed across something hard, and she curiously reached into T’Challa’s robe, pulling out the bottle. "T’Challa, what in the world?”

He groaned in embarrassment and tried to hide his face with his free hand. "It was Kya's idea."

Naomi lifted a curious brow before shaking her head. She didn't want to know what craziness you've managed to talk her husband into. "Where is she, by the way?"

As if on cue, you mumbled something in your sleep, catching Naomi's attention.

"Should I wake her?" T'Challa yawned before getting out of the rocking chair so he could put Javon in his crib.

Naomi shook her head and walked over to the linen closet. She grabbed a blanket out of the closet and covered you in it to make sure that you wouldn't get cold. "No, let her rest while she's still allowed to have it."

"What do you mean by that?" He asked after securing Javon for the night.

"Medical school is going to be rough on her. Especially at an institute like UCLA." She didn't bother to hide her grin.

"She's going to be accepted?" T'Challa asked with a grin of his own.

Naomi nodded and walked over to him. "I just got off the phone with the Dean, and informed him how fortunate UCLA's medical program would be to house a wonderful, brilliant, and hard-working student like Kya."

T'Challa wrapped an arm around her and escorted her out of the nursery. He didn't want to run the risk of waking you or Javon. "I guess a personal recommendation from the Queen of Wakanda came in handy."

"That, and I told him it would be good publicity if a Wakandan student attended their school. But don't tell her yet. I want to see her face when she opens the letter."

T'Challa chuckled before wrapping Naomi in his arms and leaning his forehead against hers. "You are the most amazing woman. I'm fortunate to have you as my wife and the mother of my child."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a passion-filled kiss on the lips. "It is me that is the fortunate one, wam kumkani."

They walked the rest of the way to their room in silence before enjoying a peaceful night slumber in each other's arms.

~~~

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iplato yetshukela - sugar plum

#baby blues #black panther #black panther fanfiction #black panther imagine #t'challa #chadwick boseman #t'challa imagine #t'challa & oc #t'challa x oc #kya shauku #lovie simone #naomi udaka #queen naomi #naomi knight #trinity fatu #prince javon #javon udaku #kia and kya forever series

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Flowerbeds and Fertile Soil: Chapter 4

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, )Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Tags: Kidfic, Mpreg kind of, they can choose to present however so idk, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Vulva (Good Omens), OCs Galor, parenting, using your snake form to avoid confrontation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, if I missed a tag lemme know

Summary: They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know. Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza –something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

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God did not play dice with the universe. She did occasionally flip a coin, though that was only to help her know which option she really favoured. There was a Plan, an idea of how things were meant to go, but sometimes She liked to step in and fiddle a bit. Other times, She thought it was best if She stepped back and let things take their course.

That was what She had been doing with Earth for the last few thousand years. She watched, and She waited to see what Her children--including the angels and the demons--would do with what she’s given them. She created the Metatron to speak for Her, to add even more distance, and things went as they did for a very long time.

She had Her favourites, of course. Mortals, angels, demons, there were always a select few She enjoyed looking in on when the fancy took Her. Of all of them, Her Crowley and Aziraphale were the most interesting. How they adapted, how they grew around each other and became so intertwined that even She could barely tell their auras apart. How they, or all the would-be protectors and destroyers of Earth, really understood humanity and Her creation.

Which was why, when She decided to look in on them again a while after everything, She was gravely concerned. It seemed that they had carved out a little life for themselves, and She was happy for that. But there was discord as well. A large amount of sadness and pain had begun to emanate from them both and it only took one quick look to see why. Oh, Her poor children. So worried about doing wrong when they were incapable of it. And there, just as She glanced over, were two more of Her children, both misguided in their endeavour to uphold what they thought was right.

This wouldn’t do. Those two, the former not the latter, had been through so much in the name of Her Ineffable Plan. They deserved a break and She would not allow anyone, even Her angel Gabriel and his demonic counterpart, to interrupt their well-deserved peace.

God hadn’t been down to Earth in a formal capacity for millennia. She dropped in once or twice a century to try some of the food, and listen to the music; to walk among the people and truly get to know Her creations. But it had been a long time since She revealed herself in Her glory on the mortal plane. This would be a special treat for all parties involved, if not marginally terrifying. Better to choose a more comforting form, one that wouldn’t make Her children quake in fear ( even if that may have been Her goal, just a little bit, when it came to Beezlebub and Gabriel; they had both been led so far astray).

She saw Aziraphale open the door, saw Crowley come up behind him take in the twin grimaces on their antagonist's faces. There was no more time to waste watching, She knew, and in a flash of Holy light, God was back on Earth, just a few meters down the block from one South Downs cottage.

“Crowley,” Beezelbub growled, looking right past Aziraphale. Conversely, Gabriel’s icy gaze was training on the angel, something restrained and dark hiding there. Crowley wanted to step in front of Aziraphale, to shield him from both their former bosses, but Aziraphale was taking up the entire doorway and refusing to budge even with Crowley’s insistent tugging at the hem of his jacket.

“Angel…” Crowley begged, but Aziraphale wouldn’t budge. “Angel get back!”

“Gabriel, Beelzebub. What a… surprise,” Aziraphale said in his best customer-scaring pleasant-but-cold tone. “To what do we owe this visit?”

“Don’t play games with us, Aziraphale,” Gabriel drawled in his usual, unaffected tone. “You know exactly why we’re here so cut the shit.”

Honestly, Crowley wasn’t sure why both of them were on their doorstep, only that it wasn’t good. Had it really taken Heaven and Hell a decade to figure out the switcharoo they pulled with the hellfire and holy water? Or were they finally tired of all the self-indulgent miracles the two had been performing and where here to put a stop to it?

“I assure you, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Beezlebub took a step forward, their flies buzzing around all four parties in an incredibly vile fashion. Crowley reflexively tugged at Aziraphale again even though he knew it was pointless.

“Don’t be smart with me, angle,” the way they said it was so unlike how it sounded coming from Crowley’s mouth, and it made him twitch, “don’t you think we know everything about what you’ve been doing?”

“Did you forget about the back channels?” Someone, Crowley wanted to punch that smug look off of Gabriel’s face. “We know the--frankly disgusting--things you’ve been discussing. You know that creating more of those Abominations is forbidden. I didn’t think you’d stoop so low, but I’m not surprised.”

Crowley’s jaw tightened and his teeth began to sharpen into fangs instinctually. He felt Aziraphale stiffen as well, his hands clenching behind his back in a rapid rhythm. This was not what either of them had been expecting to happen, at least, not in this way. Maybe they shouldn’t have banked so much on their ruse keeping the Powers that Be away and sorted out an actual plan. Considering who they were dealing with, there probably wasn’t much they could have done outside of trading bodies permanently and that was not an option.

“Well I never…” Aziraphale blustered. It was hard for him to get the words out, and Crowley wasn’t in the state of mind to even try. Gabriel looked like he was going to try and barge his way into their home at any second to dispatch Heavenly justice, and Beezelbub just looked thrilled about the entire thing and Crowley had no idea what to do. He tried to grip onto Aziraphale tighter, to keep him close, but he knew it wouldn’t last.

“Don’t make this harder than it has to be. You both better come quietly this time and no ‘funny business’. God knows how you managed to get out of your punishments last time, but it’s not going to happen again.” Faster than either of them could react there were restraints around their wrists. Beezlebub was smirking waving their hand and adding fabric gags to the works. Both were tied too tightly, making Crowley squirm uncomfortably as his lips were pressed into his fangs. Aziraphale didn’t seem to be faring much better, wiggling frantically against the bonds.

“We aren’t using hellfire and holy water this time,” Beezlebub hissed, pushing past Aziraphale to grab Crowley. Behind them Gabriel did the same with the angel and Crowley watched as Azirpahale flinched at the unwanted touch. Oh Somebody was this how things were going to end? They’d barely gotten to make up, he hadn’t even gotten to kiss his angel in 2 days. “If we can’t destroy you outright, we’ll just make you wish we could.”

Crowley knew about the Pits of Hell. He’d been a few times over the years for various reasons (and sometimes no reason at all, Hell just liked to torture their employees and they were very good at it) so he knew what to expect. But Crowley had no idea of what Heaven would do to Aziraphale, could only imagine it’d been much, much worse than his own fate what with how insidiously harsh Gabriel and the other angels could be. He tried to struggle against his bonds and Beezlebub’s grip, desperate to save Aziraphale if not himself, but to no avail.

“Stop squirming you--!” A polite cough interrupted The Prince of Hell’s insult. All four beings on the steps snapped to attention immediately--it was impossible not to recognize that voice. Crowley wasn’t sure if they were about to be saved, or even further punished.

Gabriel was the first to recover, turning around to fully face the person-shaped Almighty without letting go of Aziraphale. “Lord, it’s such an honour that you would come here to personally witness the punishment of these tra--”

God held up a hand, the face of the corporation she was wearing impassive. The grip on his arms began to slacken and Crowley realized Beezlbub was gawking at the figure in front of them. To be fair, Crowley would have been doing the same if the gag allowed; this was the first time any demon had been in the presence of the Almighty since The Fall.

“I have already seen what’s going on here, Gabriel. Under whose authority are you exacting this punishment? Because no one has consulted me, or the Metatron, on this matter.” Gabriel looked nervous. Eyebrows rising high into his hairline, Crowley felt himself begin to, impossibly, hope.

“They intend to create an Abomination, my Lord! And you decreed after the Nephilim--”

“Silence, Gabriel. And Beezlebub close your mouth, you’ll catch flies.” If their situation had been less dire Crowley would have giggled at the way Beezlebub’s mouth clicked shut on command. Instead he stared in awe at the unimposing, but undeniably powerful form in front of him.

“Now, if you had done things properly, and put forward your request for the Angel Aziraphale to be punished, you would have discovered, My Archangel, that My feelings on the matter are very different than yours. And as for the Demon Crowley, I was under the impression that Hell had made an oath to keep their distance, and a Demonic Oath is not something to be broken willy-nilly.” Crowley did make a hysterical noise at that, muffled as it was. Aziraphale glanced back at him and they shared a mutual look of “what the fuck is going on?”.

“Furthermore,” She continued, “if you had taken the time to check, you would have seen that there is no Law against the fraternization of Angels and Demons in any capacity. So tell me then, why you have accosted these two in their own home, and why you have been spying on them?”

Gabriel sputtered, chocking out half-words and phrases while trying to make himself look as small and apologetic as possible. It was hilarious to watch, but not as funny as the way Beezlebub was squirming under God’s benevolent stare.

“And you, Beezlebub. I will not pretend to order you about, but I want you to know that I am very disappointed. Is this really the kind of thing Hell is using it’s resources on or is this just a petty grudge you two have against these poor boys?” Beezlebub shrank and mumbled into their shoes. Crowley couldn’t hear what they were saying, but he had a pretty good idea. Taking advantage of their distraction he shuffled forward under his shoulder was just barely brushing Aziraphale's. His angel looked back again and this time there was a sparkle in his eyes.

“You will release them at once, and you and any other members of Heaven or Hell will never attempt to interfere in their lives again. Have I made myself clear?” Her tone was that of a scolding mother and it brought back all sorts of memories from before Crowley’s Fall. He’d often gotten into trouble and received similar reprimands. “You will answer Me.”

“Yes, Almighty,” Gabriel grovelled, staring down at his outdated shoes. Beezlebub did some more mumbling and grumbling but it seemed to be enough for God because She nodded decisively.

“Good. Now away with you both. I would like to speak with them Myself and I will not have you spying.” With a wave of Her hand the Archangel and The Prince of Hell were banished back to their separate realms. Crowley and Aziraphale stood motionless, still bound and not entirely sure what was about to happen next.

“Well, that’s taken care of! Oh, sorry, My dears, let me get those for you.” She gestured and their bindings disappeared. Immediately Aziraphale turned in towards Crowley just as Crowley’s arms opened, ready to receive him. God said nothing as they clung to each other; let them have a few moments to come to grips with the fact they had nearly been separated again and lived.

“I cannot stay long, as <y presence here often disrupts Things. Are you alright, My sweet Aziraphale and My star Crowley?” She asked. Aziraphale shuddered and nodded, obviously trying to pull himself together enough to say something. Funnily enough, Crowley was able to find his voice first, though it was shaky and off-pitch.

“Why d’You care? Dropped me into a pit of boiling sulphur not 6000 years back didn’t You?” Aziraphale made a shocked noise, his hands fluttering up to cover Crowley’s mouth, but it was too late. Crowley had spent a long time sending angry not-prayers Her way, and he wasn’t going to miss this chance to say some of them in person.

God looked pensive for a moment. “Your Falling is one of My greatest regrets, Crowley. You were so inquisitive, but also very kind, which is why I needed you down on Earth. I needed someone unafraid to ask hard questions. Besides, you would not have been happy in Heaven, you were not like the others.”

“That’s not an apology.” He wasn’t sure where this bravery was coming from, maybe he’d finally gone over the deep end. Either way, this was happening.

God smiled. “Would you accept any I have to give?”

No he wouldn’t, and the fact that she knew that made him want to pout. Luckily Aziraphale had found his words in time to stop Crowley from staying anything too stupid.

“Thank you, Lord. You help has been much... appreciated,” he said, wringing his hands and glancing behind him past Crowley and into their home.

“But?” She asked, amused. Aziraphale flinched while Crowley grinned, proud of his bastard angel.

“But only, I do think Crowley and I would like to sit down and recover from the whole ‘once again facing our d ooms” thing, so if I could be so bold as to ask if You had any other er, business with us?” It was phrased politely enough, but anyone who knew the angel would know that tone. Of course, She knew Aziraphale completely, but She also seemed to understand.

“You will be able to rest soon enough. I only wanted to make sure you were both safe, and to let you know something very important.” Crowley scoffed and tightened his hold on Aziraphale almost protectively.

“Another Great Plan?” She smiled and Aziraphale paled. Crowley couldn’t help himself from asking questions.

“No, nothing like that. I only wanted you to know, that you do not have to be afraid of being punished by Heaven or Hell. Or Me. You have My permission to live here, on Earth, as you like. However, you like.” She smiled beatifically, while also giving them a wink. “I won’t keep you any longer. Goodbye, Aziraphale, Crowley.”

And with that, God turned around and strolled down their front path and out to the street. As She walked along the roadside and eventually out of sight Crowley and Aziraphale remained frozen in the doorway. Again Crowley was the first to recover enough to speak.

“Did God just… did She just--?” he stuttered, his legs shaking from the slow wearing-off of the adrenaline that had kept them both standing. "Did she just give us permission to--?”

“Be fruitful and multiply?” Aziraphale finished, his voice airy and slightly unfocused. “I believe she did.”

A beat. Then Crowley unwrapped his arms from around his angel, instead bringing his hands up to grab at Aziraphale’s shirt collar. “Angel, if you don’t take me inside right now and fuck me, I’m going to scream.”

It was kind of a jump, going from fighting over how they could never have that, to jumping into bed without even discussing the logistics of things, but Crowley didn’t care. God Herself had just told them it was OK to do the one thing he thought he'd never be allowed to do, and that it would turn out alright. He had enough faith left in Her not to second guess this blessing.

“Oh dear, are you sure? We haven’t really talked about this, and it’s such a big step…” Immediately Crowley was stepping back. Of course, he’d misunderstood, he’d jumped the gun like always, he’d gone to fast. Aziraphale noticed and took initiative, keeping Crowley close with a hand on his lower back and leading them both inside.

“Don’t pull away dear, I only wanted to make sure. You were so upset before, and I know what She said but if you need more time I--” But Crowley was done waiting, and he mashed their faces together messily. Aziraphale made a noise of surprise, then quickly caught up to speed, taking Crowley’s face in his hands and cupping his jaw. “Really? You want to? With me?”

“Yes,” Crowley whined, rubbing their hips together insistently. “I do want to, but I didn’t think we could. But we can and I swear to Somebody we can talk more later.”

Aziraphale didn’t argue, he couldn’t really with the way Crowley was begging. They were both still a little shaky, which presented a problem when Crowley was essentially trying to wrap himself around the angel like the snake he was. It only took a few minutes before it was obvious they either had to move somewhere where they could lay down, or do it on the floor of their front hall. The second option sounded appealing to both of them just for the immediacy, but they’d spent hours picking out sheets they both liked, and it would be a shame not to use the bed at every opportunity.

“Upstairs,” Crowley ordered, taking the angel by the hand and dragging him up to the second floor. The narrow cottage stairs were Hell to get up while Aziraphale was behind him trying to undo his belt but Crowley managed. At least their bedroom was the first room at the top. The door was open and the bed was made, their usual bottle of lube waiting on the bedside table innocuously.

“Crowley,” the murmur of Aziraphale’s voice was sweet as honey and twice as thick. “I want to--”

“Yes,” Crowley interrupted, miricaling the buttons and fastenings on Aziraphale’s waistcoat open. “Whatever you want, I want it like that.”

“On the bed. Trousers off.” Crowley scrambled to do ask he was asked, thankful for the solidness of the mattress underneath him finally. By the time he got comfortable his skinny jeans and shirt had disappeared to Satan-knew where, and he wasn’t wearing any pants. Aziraphale eyed him appreciatively in the same way he’d size up a delicious brunch spread and it made the demon’s whole body tingle. He arranged himself in a way that he hoped was appealing, legs spread open and his arms outstretched.

“Don’t keep me waiting, angel,” he rasped, wiggling his ass against the sheets a little. The only other sounds were the fast wooshing of Aziraphale’s breath and a faint ticking from the grandfather clock in the hall. “Want you in me, if you don’t mind.”

With a snap Aziraphale was naked too, exposing his cock to the cool air and making Crowley’s cunt clench with anticipation. A vagina seemed like a good idea for this sort of thing and he’d already had one because it looked better with his skinny jeans. It was the least effort to make the changes to his Effort this way, to tweak things to be on, more or less. “Oh Crowley, so pretty… like a flower--a rose.”

“Sssshut it!” Crowley hissed, thrusting up and down against the air. He was making his needs perfectly obvious but Aziraphale was going so slowly. “You can compliment me later but right now I want to celebrate the fact we aren’t fucking dead by shagging until I can’t walk!”

Finally Aziraphale got onto the bed, his knees coming to rest along the backs of Crowley’s thighs, their sexes nearly touching. “I intend to hold you to that, love. But for now, I’ll give you what you want.”

The Aziraphale was holding his member at the base, guiding it towards where Crowley wanted it most. Had it really only been a few days since they were last together? It felt like another 6000 years. The tip gently nudged between his folds and it was familiar and good. Normally he preferred to drag things out a bit to get them both to the point of begging, but Crowley knew he'd lose his marbles if he had to wait even a second more for Azirpahale to be inside him.

“Get. On. With. It.” His growling was made less intimidating but the fact each word came out with just the hint of a whine. Maybe he should flip them over, really give the angel a run for his money. That was his plan until Aziraphale began to move forward, stretching Crowley out in that way that made him ache inside. He could remember the first time he’d seen Aziraphale’s Effort, and how gobsmacked he’d been; trust the angel to have a pornstar cock without even an ounce of shame about it.

“You’ve very wet, darling,” Aziraphale cooed, bending over to kiss along Crowley’s collarbones. “So beautiful, my lovely boy. Always ready for me.”

“Aziraphale--!” The angel’s hands were drifting down to Crowley’s chest, his waist, his thighs. Skirting around his clit with butterfly presses as he finally shoved himself inside with a perfectly rough thrust. “Yes, Aziraphale, more!”

Aziraphale hushed him, though he was making little gasps of his own every once and awhile. “You deserve everything, my starlight.” He’s playing with the hair at the base of Crowley’s neck, a rhythmic winding and unwinding that perfectly complemented the clenching of his stomach. Crowley mewled at the praise, spreading his legs wider and grabbing Aziraphale around the shoulders. The angel smelled like sweat and their garden and his favourite tea; all things that made Crowley’s throat tight and his eyes wet. To stave off the incoming sob he turned his head and connected their lips in a hungry kiss.

It wasn’t going to take long for either of them to cum at the frantic pace Aziraphale was setting. But that was fine because they had nowhere else to be, and nothing else to do other than to enjoy each other. They could spend years wrapped up in bed together if they wanted, though their mutual acquaintances might come looking for them after a while. Especially once their newest godchild was born, at least.

Which reminded Crowley what they were actually doing here. This wasn’t run-of-the-mill sex, this had a purpose. When Aziraphale came he was going to… and Crowley would… Oh he couldn’t even think it without his whole body flushing. Later he’d probably laugh at himself, how excited he got over such a normal, human thing, but in the moment it only made him moan harder. Knowing Aziraphale was going to cum inside him, and it was going to take and make something that was both of them mixed together. Satan.

“Let me--fuck!--let me ride you,” Crowley gasped, pushing at Aziraphale’s shoulders and trying to shift them. “Aziraphale let me--please!”

“Yes, yes.” And then they were flipping, Aziraphale’s cock miraculously staying inside him the whole way and wasn’t that fantastic? Crowley started a good pace, slower than before but with much more grinding. His clit--maybe a little larger than a standard human’s but he was a demon after all--could rub against Aziraphale’s pubic bone if he slowed down a little and got the angle right. It made the angel groan and lift his hips to give Crowley all the room he needed to work.

Like a ship's mast broken in a storm, Crowley tipped forward onto Aziraphale’s chest, hips and legs still working hard to bring them to completion. Strong but soft hands wrapped around his waist to aid in their movements. Sex had always been something Crowley enjoyed, even before he and Aziraphale had finally gotten together, but it had never been like this. Like pleasure was bursting from the seams of his corporation, and then love was filling up the cracks. He found his mouth level with one of the angel’s nipples so he kissed it, a weak action to express the overwhelming surge of emotion.

“Oh!” Aziraphale’s nipples were always very sensitive and Crowley knew that. “Crowley you’re so good. I-I’m going to come darling, I’m going to come in you--!”

Crowley felt, actually felt, the angel come inside him. There was wetness, and throbbing, and Crowley rode him through it into his own orgasm, which hit him so hard he actually screamed. He may have slowed down time too, just a little, to extend their pleasure beyond what would normally be possible. By the time he let things go back to normal, he was shuddering, curled up on the angel’s chest with Aziraphale’s hands in his hair, stroking softly. Everything was hot and damp, but in a way that was enjoyable rather than disgusting.

“Are you back with me, dear?” Aziraphale asked softly, continuing to pet at Crowley’s curls. “That was a wicked trick, turning off time like that. You’ve worn yourself out.”

“Ngk.” There was a burning in his legs and a breathlessness in his chest that was just this side of unpleasant. Maybe stopping time to prolong one’s orgasm was a little much for the human form he wore. “Angel?”

“I’m here, dearest. What do you need?” Aziraphale, ever the gentleman bastard, grinned. “You feel very good, so loose and relaxed around my cock.”

It was then that Crowley, in his post-orgasm glow, realized that Aziraphal was still hard inside him, rocking very gently as to not overstimulate the poor demon. The moment Crowley became aware of it, it was like he couldn’t get enough, whimpering pathetically into Aziraphale’s light smattering of chest hair with renewed arousal.

“You know,” Aziraphale started and his voice was soft but also had a dark, foreboding twinge to it, “it can take some couples many times to, ah, conceive. It would be in our best interest to, well, to give it a go as much as we can. Unless it’s too much for you.”

Maybe it was too much, but Crowley liked too much. Too much alcohol, too much speed (of the driving, and the illegal substance variety), too much Aziraphale. He loved it all, craved it even. Determined to show his angel just how on board he was Crowley ground down weakly. Not enough to get anything done, but enough that Aziraphale would feel it.

“I can keep going,” he mumbled, barely able to get more than a few thrusts in before his tired legs gave up. “I want it.”

Aziraphale smiled down at him and placed a kiss on Crowley’s head. “Good. Let me just--” Aziraphale tipped them sideways this time, then rolled Crowley over more so his back was against the angel’s chest. This time his cock did come out, and Crowley made a little noise of discontent as he felt come and his own slick leak out over his thighs. “Just a tick dear. Lift your leg? Good boy, thank you.”

If the angel kept going on like that Crowley wasn’t going to last, which was alright, because the demon would let Aziraphale fuck him for as long as he liked. Crowley would be happy to lay here and receive anything Aziraphale wanted to give him and to bask in the attention and love. Especially after thinking they were done for, especially after having to face the idea that one of the last conversations he would have had with the most important person in his entire was mostly an argument. The tears came back again and this time they ran down his face freely, soaking the pillow. At least he was facing away and Aziraphale wouldn’t see them.

Then Aziraphale was guiding his cock back inside and Crowley was throwing his head back against his shoulder. If possible, it felt even better than the first time. Crowley wasn’t sure if it was the extra lubrication from Azirapahle’s cum, or the oversensitivity, but he felt like he was floating outside of himself, tethered only by the grounding span of Aziraphale’s hands around his waist and the occasional jap to his sweet spot. Everything felt so good and perfect, like pieces slotting together to become whole again after an eternity apart.

“Love you,” he cried, unable to keep all of his messy emotions from spilling out. Crowley was a mess of tears, and sweat, and pure adoration. “Aziraphale I--oh shit--I love you!”

“Mmm, so sweet for me Crowley. I adore you, I want--” Aziraphale whined when Crowley clenched down at the praise. “I want to--to make you--you’ll look so good, carrying our baby--oh God, Crowley!”

Their previously slow speed began to devolve into something more rapid and desperate as they both reached their peaks. Aziraphale, ever mindful of Crowly’s pleasure trailed a hand down his chest and belly to grind his palm against Crowley’s clit. Not that it was strictly necessary; Crowley was going to come from the wet slide of Aziraphale inside him anyway. He forced his eyes to open and his head to fall back so he could both be as close to the angel as possible, and watch the moment when Aziraphale filled him with his come.

“An-gel,” he gasped, watching the way each thrust made a little come ooze from his swollen cunt. “Angel I--please come with me--Come with me!”

Divine Ecstasy, or something close to it, shot through him in blinding waves as he came. Aziraphale shouted as well, wordlessly clinging to Crowley and once again coming inside him. Crowley was shaking violently, his eyes rolled back and it looked almost violent even though it was exactly the opposite. He was carried away inside his mind and all he could feel was pleasure and love and peaceful, beautiful completion.

When he came back to himself his face was pressed into the pillows and he was making the most embarrassing little noises with each breath. Behind him Aziraphale was mumbling little nonsense phrases peppered with praise. Crowley focused in on that even though his body wanted him to focus on the fullness he could feel down below and the fact that Aziraphale wasn’t pulling out. He must have remembered from a few days ago, when Crowley complained and that send a thrill of confused, loving arousal through him.

“Ngh,” he forced out weakly, just to let Aziraphale know he was conscious and alright, more than alright even. “Az…?”

“M’here, Crowley, I’ve got you.” The demon sagged and flopped a hand down to his stomach over the concave expanse of his hips. Some strange emotions welled up inside him and he found himself crying again. Aziraphale must have heard the sniffles because he turned Crowley around and tucked him underneath his chin. “Shh, dear, it’s alright.”

“I’m OK.” He was, really. Things were just getting away from him a little bit. “M’happy and I love you.”

Crowley felt Aziraphale smile against his temple. “Oh good. I-I,” a pause while the angel took a deep breath, “I thought I was going to lose you again Crowley. First during our fight and then when Heaven and Hell showed up on our doorstep.”

“Me too,” Crowley whispered, tilting his head up. “I thought I fucked everything up and you were going to leave me, and then they showed up and--” Aziraphale quieted him with a kiss, hummingbird quick and soft.

“I know dear, I felt the same. But it’s ok now, and I’m sorry for pushing you before. I think--I believe I understand what you were worried about a little bit better.”

Crowley made a little noise of contentment and settled back down onto Aziraphale’s chest. “S’ok, it all worked out in the end.” He took one of Aziraphale’s hand and held it over his belly. “Besides, you know our kid’s gonna be half-demon right? You’ve got your work cut out for you.”

“They’ll be half-angel too, you know,” Aziraphale laughed, flattening out his hand over Crowley’s non-existent belly. “They’ll be something completely new.”

“Something we made,” Crowley agreed. “Can you believe it? I don’t think I can.”

Aziraphale’s hand wandered down, past Crowley’s stomach to between his legs. It was too sensitive, and just sensitive enough. Crowley whimpered pathetically and clung to his angel’s shoulders, not sure if he should pull away or try to get closer.

“Well my dear, I guess I haven’t done my job well enough then, have I? I’d better work a little harder to get you do believe it.” Limp with overstimulation, Crowley could only moan and take everything Aziraphale give him, which he did gladly.

#fanfic #good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale/crowley #aziraphale #crowziraphale #tw mpreg #pregnancy

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licoriceblackaliceangel · 6 years ago

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February 1st is the day I made this blog!

First making this blog, I’ve said it plenty of times when it was brought up, but I never intended to do much with it.

I made it for the purpose of not flooding my main blog with bat/im stuff, and having the idea of answering asks for Alice if any came by. I was RPing as Alice with someone on discord for at least four months prior to this blog, and soon this blog delved more into an RP blog more than an ask blog.

I’ve made plenty of friends, have so many memories and a lot of growth through this blog. And despite some of the hard times I faced and forces and situations where I almost deleted a few times.. I don’t regret a thing.

SO.

I decided to make a little follow forever under the cut! A few people (Going back. A lot of people did. Oops.) will get some special shoutouts solely because I have a lot of thoughts, but if I don’t write something for you, don’t think you mean any less to me! If I forget anyone, my DEEPEST APOLOGIES. I have the memory of a gold fish and trying to remember everyone is. Hard.

But just know if we are mutuals I LOVE AND CHERISH YOU.

This also got a lot longer than I expected OOPS

@inkdrenchedsmile: Tea, I tell you everyday and talk to you almost everyday. I love and cherish you so so so much. You’re the sweetest, cutest, most darling thing ever. You are the brightest little marshmallow peep~ And I have so grateful everyday to have met you and be able to write with you. I love your writing and stories and your ideas and art and YOU ARE SO TALENTED! You mean the world to me. I love you, honeybun <3

@kalamxs: GIO. BOY YOu know I told you plenty of times you’re one of the reasons I even went to making this blog. I followed you before I even had the thought in my mind (I don’t remember why, maybe from your AWESOME ART and your writing and rping made me stay) because YOU ARE SO FUCKING GOOD!! I remember laughing all the time and sharing with my friends in my discord even though they don’t exactly understand BUT-- Man I’m so happy I got to actually. Interact with you! And get to befriend you and man YOUR ART GIVES ME LIFE. I love seeing all your stuff and writing and I LOVE WRITING WITH YOU. Bendo and Alice are absolutely adorable as well; fucking dorks. I LOVE YOU BABEY!! NEVER GONNA STOP LOVIN AND SUPPORTIN YOU!!

@bendicethedaughterofthedevil: NICK. You know I been with you since the MERE START. And I told you watching your growth and Bendice’s story was. WOO. Man I sometimes see the old Baby Shower art thing I did for the twin’s baby shower like.. Gonna be almost a year with that too. And just. :(.. THINGS WERE SIMPLER THEN.. I love you Nick, you’re talented and sweet and so so ambitious and strong and I LOVE YOU BABEY!!

@devilswinging: Veemo, I am so glad to have been able to meet ya and interact with you. I love ya man and I love writing with you and your muses. I love the small chit chats we have and seeing you on my dash. I love Alice’s relationship with Bebe and Sammy and just. Man!! You know, no matter what, if you ever feel down and feel like no one likes your boys, know I !! Will always love and appreciate them. <3 And Alice does too.

@instrumentsofcyanide: STELLLAAAAAAA. I fucking love you Stella. You’re so funny and sweet and the little messages back and forth sometimes and you coming in my DMs like: WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOUR ANONS all the time is. So funny. All the damn fiascos Oreo manages to produce and just. Oreo in general. Always gets me laughing and smiling. I love you and your boy so much?? You’re so fun and creative and silly and just an OVERALL JOY TO TALK AND BE AROUND WITH!!! I’m so glad to be able to interact and talk with you <3 (Never forget the first time I think you actually said anyhting to me was about that one Alice Blog Foot Pics Fiasco and I’ll never forget being like; Man someone I look up to and I’s first interaction is over saying ‘wow fuck this girl’ over guilting me for foot pics-- DOFIHJGFD)

@inkwise: AVI I LOVE YOU SM. DFKGJ. You’re so sweet and creative and your muses are an absolute joy. I especially have so many feelings. For Henry. So much. I love this man so much and I thank you and him everyday for my life. He needs a break. I love getting to write with you and seeing you on my dash is?? A fucking delight. Thank you. <3

@lxgner: ALICE YOU CREATIVE SWEET PERSON. You have so many damn muses and I APPLAUD YOU. Your OCs are all pretty sweet imo? The ones I seen. And the ambition you have to write and work on all this?? I applaud. I love your Joey muses esp and they’re so interesting and I love the thought you put into them all you know?? It’s interesting and really brings life into them. Your writing is delicious and your humor is. Great. I love writing with you <3 Keep your head up darling.

@one-eyed-twin: LADY V I LOVE YA SWEETHEART. Your muses are a delight and I love the little threads we’ve had, either it with Phiona, Clyde or Vlad (here and on my other blog) I love peaking at your threads and seeing your writing. You’re an absolute delight and I love?? Your creativity and your ART!! You truly are a person with impeccable tastes ~ Love seeing you on the dash, love <3

@inkyencounters: Glowbun you. Are really a sweetheart. So creative and funny, you really are kind and try to look out for everyone and it’s Very nice. I’m very appreciative of how kind ya are and the creativity you have with your muses and just. It’s very refreshing. Thank you for everything.

@sillymuses: Where do I begin. I love writing with you either with Charlie or on this blog, both here and my OC blog of course. You really have such a creative spin in your writing and really? Feel your characters and paint them so!! Amazingly. I love the back and forth between you and you’re honestly. Adorable. I love seeing you and your creativity hun <3

@inkmachine: GLOOMY I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE THINGS ARE/WILL GET BETTER SOON LOVIE. God it’s always a treat when you’re online and on the dash it’s. Always hilarious. I love seeing what Bendy fucking gets up to this time and he’s so?? Awesome. I love him a lot. The little bastard PFF. He’s absolute adorable and cute and I love the dark shit with him honestly. And him and Alice’s lil Candi adventures are always. Tooth rottingly sweet. I love ya hun. <3

@taakos-troupe-of-threads: I hope you know the phrase “Snap would fight Chalk Jesus for Alice’s honor” is a thing that will NEVER leave my mind and tends to cross it once a day. PFF. I love writing with you and seeing you on the dash as well! Snap is a fucking DOLL and I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. (As does Alice, ofc) They’re absolutely adorable and poor girl is such a worrier PFF. Our DMs are always something funny as well, I think. I always know I’m in for something good when I see that fucking. Orange Danny Devito icon in my dms-- KSKJF

@dappcrdust: GLITTER!! Man. I remember first writing with you with your Bendy muse and honestly? Ever interaction from him to now has ALWAYS been a fun treat. I love your writing and love seeing you on and getting into whatever shenanigans that seem to pop up. Mostly with Angel it seems pfff.. Sweet Angel. I love what you have all done and cooked for him and his character he’s so?? three dimensional i love it. Him and Alice’s BFFship is honestly. Great and I love them SO MUCH. You’re creative and fun and just. A sweetheart. Love ya hun <3

@gamblxrhxsk: tbh I didn’t know what blog to @ YOU FUCKING MANIAC. Jk. I love you Echo. PFFF It’s funny to me that I feel I got closer with you via fucking. shit with CEO-Entity. LMAO. Echo where do I start. You are SO DAMN FUNNY. Like my GOD how many times have I laughed out loud to myself over some shit ya wrote and done?? Hell, even with your stuff with phil swift and entity and all that stuff got my SQUAD TO COME TO ME LAUGHING OVER IT!! I love also all your muses and the fact you got this whole arsenal and can?? Keep up with it for what it seems like. PROPS!! I love fucking around with you here and there and even though we don’t really write together too much (which, I would love to but I’m myself and even still lowkey anxious OIGJG) I just love putzing around and seeing you do your thing on the dash; from jokes to serious business. It’s always a treat. <3

@nctherchpter: Pai, I’m still lowkey so flattered you ever followed me back (and now mutuals with me on our mains like. WHAAA--) Your art is always. Bellissimo. Asriel was always a joy to see and honestly just. Stole my heart. I love him so much. Your writing is always a joy and man you just. Are skilled in The Arts(TM) Your self insert blog is also?? Awesome. I love the concept and idea and going through with a thing like? Honestly. Inspiration. All your self insert stuff really is just. Big big inspo. I’m so glad you seem to have? So much fun. Also I did say it in Nick’s stream many moons ago when they were going through BATIM again. Your voice is v cute <3

@clair-de-luna: WHERE DO I BEGIN WITH YOU!!! Man I remember following your main back for that SWEET MUFFETON ART. My cherished Muffeton mutual. And now here we both are with THIS. YOUR ART JUST CONTINUES TO INSPIRE AND GROW AND I LOVE!! SEEING IT!! And LUNA MELTS ALICE AND I’S HEART ALL THE TIME. God does she ADORE HER LITTLE STAR!! Ugh. I cry real tears. Always a delight to see you both here and your main. <3 I love ya DC!!

@lilithmagne: AC you. Are truly an artistic marvel. Your art is INCREDIBLE, your writing is BEAUTIFUL. And I love seeing you on my dashboard. You are so sweet and kind?? It’s so nice. I LOVE the love and work you put into Lilith and her story and your research and dedication? It’s amazing. Lilith is an absolute BEAUTY and God I LOVE HER. You do her SUCH A BEAUTIFUL JUSTICE!! So honored to be mutuals with you honestly. <3 Keep being amazing you beautiful person.

@lucifermagne: MARZI YOU ARE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL. Working on all those HH icons for other rpers, working on your other RP blogs and pumping out that SWEET CONTENT. You are honestly a treasure. You are absolute sweet and a joy to see online. I love peaking at your threads and LOVE seeing your posts either for HCs or just IC shenanigans with Lucifer. You put so much through and care into your interpretation of him and I LOVE IT. He’s such a fun goof ball but at the same time presents himself as. THE KING OF HELL. Obviously. He’s an absolute Joy and just!! It’s amazing. We haven’t threaded together yet but even despite that?? I just love seeing you and him (and Alastor and Marx and the gang ofc) on the dash. Always a damn delight. <3

@thatscwewywabbit: we only just started interacting like. a week or so ago but AMANDA Man I have told you before how much I adore seeing you write for Bugs and how it’s ALWAYS SO FUN to see him and your posts for him on the dash. THE AMOUNT OF RESEARCH, CARE, LOVE, THOUGHT ALL PUT INTO HIM AND YOUR WRITING FOR HIM. It’s just so good. So refreshing. Ugh. MY CHILDHOOD!! It makes me so happy all the time. You really are. An inspiration. Writing with you and him is a DELIGHT and love peeking at your other threads just. It’s so nice. It’s almost uncanny how well you play him. My goodness! Keep being awesome lovely <3

@viennaxmuses: Fuck you bitch. Yeah. You’re getting put here. Bitch. Fuck you. I LOVE YOU. BItch. You fucking fuck. You sweet cute funny fuck. You adorable loving supportive bitch. Ya uplifting comforting creative artistic thot. Fuck you.

Okay this went WAY LONGER THAN I INTENDED but sorry everyone else I didn’t write a lil blurb for. I wrote a lot and I STILL WANNA GIVE SHOUTOUTS CUS I LOVE!! ALL OF YOU!! Even non-mutuals like. I just wanna share all the love and appreciation I have here.

@hxllodolly @cvangclii @snxkeyes @ofinkdxmonsandxngels @brxkeninstrument / @butcherbrains @stupidcoffeeboy @strawberry-lemonade-muses @hazbinmuses @bornloscrs @black-jack-the-cat @bluescarfvivi @a-framed-rabbit @angelusvoce @ask-slender-and-gray @wrenchand-abone

#follow forever #long post /#WOOF WOOF W #also yeah good news I didn't entirely loose it YAY

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