#I will never forget my love of this game and the fandom ever again
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angelosearch · 11 months ago
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I just realized it was around this time last year that I started replaying FFVIII.
This time was different from all the other times I returned to it. For the first time since my initial playthrough, it brought me into the fold of the fandom. I tried to go on Reddit, but that was not enough. In the few months that followed, my ravenous desire for all things FFVIII led me back to Tumblr.
Since then, this fandom has done so much for me and my mental health. I've made new friends (even irl!). I've learned many, many new skills. Through the act of engaging, by creating, interacting with, and enjoying various fanworks, memes, and theories, I've been given so much joy, inspiration, and even moments of self-discovery.
And, of course, this fandom got me writing again, which has just been all-around life-changing. I used to spend so much time scrolling and watching TV - now I use that time writing.
If you would have told me a year ago that I would be learning how to sing, or dressing in cosplay I made, or finishing writing a 200k word fanfic, I NEVER would have believed you. But having this space to explore and play within the context of this videogame has brought out the best, most passionate version of myself.
Connecting with my inner child, returning to my favorite piece of media, meeting some incredible people; it has all just made me feel good about being alive and has motivated me to get creative in ways I never have before.
I was lucky enough to have the time and space to accept the wonderful things the universe offered me over the last year. As I move into this next (likely extremely busy) phase of my life with grad school and my internship starting, I want to express gratitude and also remind myself that while these pursuits do take energy, they also generate it.
This is my promise to myself: I will continue listening to my inner child. I will not stop writing. I will not forget what brings me joy. Holding onto these things is what makes the hard work and late nights and the stress of a new career doable. I will be a better person if I take the time to engage with my hobbies, and, as a therapist, it will be important for me to model strong work-life balance and professional boundaries for my clients.
To all my mutuals, thanks for being here for the journey. Shout out to a few of my closest fandom friends, as I cannot express how much better you've made my life since I met you: @tr1ck5 @suleikashideaway @irishais @gardengalwrites @aleheartilly @sevlinop @foxtrottcantfindshit @quiettekiyet
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crowleysgirl56 · 4 days ago
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CW: Discussions of Neil Gaiman.
TW: Neil Gaiman
Hello again Good Omens fandom and community. A gentle reminder as it’s now gone one year since the allegations against N*il G*iman were made public (how has it only been a year when it feels like a decade ago already?). As a fandom community I know we hold Good Omens and the characters close to our hearts, and this past year has been an extremely troubling and upsetting time. We are never going to please everyone with our condemnation of the author and our remaining in the fandom. I understand that. But I feel it’s important to remind everyone of what he is, what he did, and why we should still be talking about it. New people enter the fandom all the time and it’s important that they are aware of what he did so they don’t fall into idolisation and parasocial traps.
As I have said before I no longer support NG, his extended works, or his narrative. He has become a dark stain on what was once a beautiful community. We are still vibrant and beautiful and supportive of each other, but there will always remain a dark cloud now.
I know I continue to post enthusiastically my thoughts about the finale, meta analysis, headcanons, and sharing of other ideas and beautiful artwork. Because I still want this place to be the happy place it started off as before the whole entire world started going to shit.
But it’s important to remind everyone now and again of what happened and what he did so they remain informed. So for those of you new to the Good Omens community (and I’ve seen quite a few of you recently), please remember we do NOT stand with NG. He is an horrifically abusive and manipulative person and it is important that you do not revere, admire, idolise or respect him in any way. He has lost that privilege when he placed his hands on a woman without permission. He is nothing to us now. He has been cast out of this community and he will never be welcome back. Ever. He doesn’t get to play the waiting game and slink back in when he thinks the heat has died down. We will be waiting and we will tear him apart if he steps foot in any fandom community again. We will remember. We will not forget.
If you are brand new to Good Omens and you somehow have no idea what I’m talking about, or you have a vague idea but still don’t know the story, then I highly recommend watching Vera from Council of Geeks YouTube videos on the matter. She has made five videos and they’re all very thorough and informative without going into the specific and horrific details of the allegations. (I’ve linked the first video in the series).
I don’t expect everyone to made a comment about NG. I don’t think you should have to. But it’s still important to acknowledge what happened, what is continuing to happen and what you can do moving forward.
If you feel like you need to do something, then I highly recommend visiting the website Take Back The Night, which provides support to those affected by sexual violence.
https://takebackthenight.org
Always much love to this fandom, my followers and my mutuals. You make the internet a better place.
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prettygirl-gabi · 2 months ago
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Title: Good Old Days
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Pairing: Paige Bueckers x Reader
Fandom: Women’s College Basketball/Women’s College volleyball (UConn / NC State AU)
Inspired by: “Good Old Days” by Macklemore ft. Kesha
Summary: Childhood best friends turned lovers rediscover love during final seasons.
A/n: this is Paige’s pov…..
🏷️: @paigeshirleytemple , @paige05bby , @unknowgirlypop , @yailtsv , @nicebellee , @sitawita , @thatonesuschix , @vamptizm , @elalfywhore , @starfulani , @authentic-girl03 , @paxaz535 , @azziswrld , @jadasogay , @paigeluvvr , @melpthatsme , @lessi-lover , @courtsidewithlani , @imnotkaizer , @italyyy , @lightsgore , @private-but-not-a-secret , @aubreygriffin , @issilovesherself , @graceeeeeesblog
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I wish somebody would’ve told me, babe.
Told me that the nights spent on rooftops, the laughter echoing from backyards, and those wide-eyed dreams we swore were real—those would be the good old days.
That you would be my good old days.
I met you when we were eight.
You’d just moved into the house down the street, wearing your older brother’s oversized hoodie and scowling like you hated Minnesota’s snow more than anything else.
I threw a snowball at your window. You came outside to yell at me. We’ve been inseparable ever since.
We had our first fight two months later. You didn’t want to share your last Capri Sun. I called you selfish. You cried. I cried harder. We made up two hours later when I offered you my fruit snacks.
Childhood friendship. Pure, unfiltered, untouchable.
It stayed that way until we grew up.
It was the summer before we turned sixteen when it all changed.
Fourth of July. You wore a red tank top, fireworks reflected in your eyes. We laid on a blanket behind your cousin’s truck, half-drunk on soda, half-drunk on feelings we couldn’t name.
You said, “Do you ever think about us? Like… more than best friends?”
I didn’t answer. I kissed you instead.
That was our first kiss.
That was the start of something I didn’t have the words for yet.
“I wish somebody would’ve told me, babe. Someday, these will be the good old days.”
We said I love you the next month.
We said I hate you two weeks later.
Because that’s how we were.
Passionate. Stubborn. Real.
You wanted to go to homecoming. I didn’t have the guts.
I let you go with someone else, even though my heart screamed at me to ask you.
You were furious. “But you didn’t even ask either, did you, Madison?”
When you used my middle name, I knew I’d really hurt you.
You didn’t talk to me for three days. That was a record. I hated every second of it.
We got high together for the first time senior year. An edible at a bonfire. You laughed so hard you snorted water out your nose. I couldn’t stop saying I love you. You kept repeating it back through tears of laughter.
Those were the nights we thought would never end.
Then college came.
UConn for me. NC State for you.
We promised nothing would change.
But it did.
Distance didn’t kill us. Time did. Pressure. Injuries. Growing into different people.
Still, you showed up for me when it mattered. Like that day—August 1st, 2022.
ACL tear. Pickup game. My whole world flipped.
You flew in without saying a word. Showed up at the hospital in your NC State hoodie, hair in a messy bun, eyes red.
“I knew you’d need me,” you whispered. “So I came.”
I’ll never forget that.
“I just wanted my name in a star. Now look at where we at…”
Senior Night. February 16th, 2024.
I stood on the court, mic in hand, heart racing like it was my first game again.
“I know everyone wants me to address the elephant in the room… but umm unfortunately this will not be my last senior night at UConn. Im coming back!” I said, voice breaking as the crowd exploded.
You were in the stands. I saw you. I always found you first. You were crying, grinning, clapping so hard your palms must’ve burned.
That night, we laid in my bed. Not lovers. Not exactly friends. Something softer. Something complicated.
“I feel like this is it,” I murmured into the quiet. “Our year. I think we can bring it home.”
You turned to me, eyes glossy. “I think so too. And even if it isn’t… you’re already enough, Paige.”
No one else could’ve said that and made me believe it.
April 5th, 2024. Final Four. UConn vs. Iowa. 69-71. We lost.
I was in shock. Tears running down my face.
You were the first person I saw when I looked up.
No cameras. No fans. Just you, waiting by the tunnel.
You didn’t say anything. You just hugged me like it was 2015 again and we were back in my backyard crying over a scraped knee.
“I’m proud of you,” you whispered.
And God, I needed that.
Then your shoulder tore. Final season. Senior year. The one you came back for.
You tried to push me away again.
“Go focus on your season, Paige.”
I didn’t leave. I flew out. I brought your favorite smoothie and an ugly teddy bear from the airport gift shop.
You looked at me, broken and raw. “Why are you still here?”
“Because if I had to do it all over again—us, this, the heartbreak, the magic—I would.”
We spent spring in late-night FaceTimes.
Sometimes we talked. Sometimes we just stared at each other, eyes heavy with sleep and old feelings.
Other nights, I’d find myself in Raleigh. Or you in Storrs. Quiet visits. No social media. No explanations.
We sat on my roof one night after a party. Music below. Stars above.
“I wish time would slow down,” I said.
You nodded, head on my shoulder. “I wish we could be 16 again. I wish you’d asked me to homecoming.”
I looked at you. “I wish I had too.”
April 4th, 2025. Final Four. We won.
April 6th. National Championship. Tampa. We did it. Natty secured.
I collapsed in the confetti, tears soaking my jersey.
I searched the crowd again. And there you were. Hands cupped over your mouth, eyes bright with joy.
I pointed. You smiled.
After the game, I found you in the tunnel.
“Come back to Connecticut with me,” I said, breathless. “Come celebrate.”
You hesitated for one second. Then nodded.
April 7th. Welcome Home Rally. Gampel Pavilion.
You were front row. Cheering louder than anyone. I saw you mouthing my speech with me. You’d always known me best.
Later that night, parties in Storrs. I kept looking for you.
When I finally found you on the porch steps, red solo cup in hand, you grinned.
“Remember when we thought this was impossible?” I asked.
“Yeah,” you said. “But then again… we always were kind of unstoppable.”
April 13th. The parade in Hartford. Thousands of fans. Confetti and chants.
You were in the crowd. Again.
Always showing up.
Always my good old days.
April 14th. WNBA Draft.
I wore black. You wore purple. We didn’t sit together. We couldn’t. But the after party we were glued to each other.
I pulled you into my arms and whispered, “Thank you for every version of me you loved.”
You kissed my cheek and said, “I’ll always love every version.”
And now, sitting in this quiet hotel room, draft hat on the table, champagne on the dresser—I think about us.
“I was thinkin’ ‘bout the band… thinkin’ ‘bout the fans… in a small club in Minnesota…”
I was thinkin’ ‘bout you.
How we used to sneak out, lie on the grass, dreamin’, figuring out who we were. The futon nights. The fights. The Fourth of July. The homecoming I ruined. The edible giggles. The hospital rooms. The long drives. The late nights. The confessions. The heartbreak.
All of it.
Those good old days.
And I finally understand what the song meant.
“Maybe these are the moments… maybe I’ve been missin’ what it’s about…”
I smile through the tears.
Because even though we didn’t end up where we thought we would, I had you.
And that was always enough.
I pick up my phone.
Me: You up?
🏐💕: Always for you.
Me: I don’t know what happens next. WNBA, life… all of it. But if I had to go through every moment again—the best, the worst, the magic, the pain—I would. With you.
🏐💕: I’d do it all again too.
You send a picture. It’s us. Fourth of July. Sixteen. Right before our first kiss.
And I know, deep in my bones, in my heart, in the history written in every scar and every smile line…
“I wish somebody would’ve told me, babe…”
These will always be my good old days.
I don’t remember falling asleep, only that your voice was the last thing I heard and your picture was the last thing I saw. Fourth of July. Age sixteen. A still frame of a beginning.
The next morning, sunlight pours through my hotel window like it’s got something to say. My phone buzzes. It’s you.
🏐💕: Wanna get breakfast?
Me: Always.
We meet at a little diner a few blocks from the hotel. It’s nothing fancy—red booths, sticky syrup bottles, that smell of burnt coffee and cinnamon pancakes.
You’re already there when I arrive, hoodie pulled over your head, sunglasses on despite being indoors. You wave me over with a fork in one hand, smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
“Sleep okay?” you ask.
“I did once you answered.”
You snort, nudging a mug toward me. “I ordered your coffee. Hazelnut. Two sugars. I remembered.”
“You always do.”
We fall into conversation like we never stopped. College talk. Draft nerves. Rookie contracts. Training camps.
Then, it quiets. There’s a lull between bites of waffle and sips of coffee. You glance out the window, chewing your lip the way you always do when you’re nervous.
“Can I ask you something?”
I nod. “Always.”
You meet my eyes. “Do you think… do you think we missed our chance?”
I set my fork down. My chest tightens. “I used to think that.”
“And now?”
“Now I think… maybe we needed the time apart to grow into the kind of people who could try again. And get it right.”
You look down, then back up. “I never stopped loving you.”
I reach across the table, cover your hand with mine.
“I never will.”
It’s not loud. Not dramatic. No background music or movie-score-worthy kiss. Just you and me, in a booth that smells like syrup, holding hands like we’re sixteen again and scared of what love could mean.
Only this time, we’re not scared.
This time, we’re ready.
And maybe we can’t rewrite the past, but we can choose what comes next.
“I wish somebody would’ve told me, babe…”
“…that someday, these would be the good old days.”
And maybe—just maybe—we’re about to start the best ones yet.
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                 -Thank You For Reading!🩵🩶
                             -prettygirl-gabi🎀✨️
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nicksolemnlyswears · 4 months ago
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CAPABLE HANDS
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summary: marcus acacius is tired of his hands only bringing pain and destruction
pairing: marcus acacius x wife!reader
word count: 2.2k
warnings: i don’t think there’s any warning on this one guys. i kept it very pg-13. there’s like one mention of sex but blink and you’ll miss it.
a/n: hello everybody!! so my great friend kiwi ( @yxtkiwiyxt ), aka the biggest javi fan ever, created the 'never have i ever' challenge for the pedro pascal fandom way back in january and i decided to give it a little try. it's such a fun challenge, so if you're a fan of pedro pascal's characters hop on over to her blog and you'll be fed for a while.
in true nikki fashion, i'm very late but she thankfully extended it.
as you can probably tell i got marcus acacius because that man is just straight out of my fantasies and my prompt was 'never have i ever built something with my own hands'.
this came to me so fast. the moment she gave me the prompt i just knew! that being said it did take me like one month too long to finish it (again bad nikki habits).
my sincerest apologies empress kiwi 🥺 hopefully this is to your liking.
enjoy 🤍
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His hands were made for war—for fighting, for holding a sword and not letting go until his arms felt like lead and the enemy was taken care of.
They're full of callouses and wounds that'll never heal. Scars that remind him of the person he is. General Marcus Acacius.
Despite the current leadership, he loved serving Rome. He was indebted to Rome. It is his home, and it forever will be.
He was proud of his achievements. He's come farther than he ever imagined, yet as the years go by, he can't help but feel that seed of guilt in the root of his stomach sprout bigger with each passing battle.
There comes a point where he cannot justify the cruelty and viciousness with which they fight.
They tear families apart, kill brave men defending their own homes, burn villages to the ground, and loot in the name of Rome.
For what?
More power, more riches, more glory—all while the country grows impoverished and hunger takes its claim on those less fortunate.
He yearns to return to glorious Rome. Beautiful Rome with marble pillars and vivid sceneries. The place where his lovely wife, you, waits for him after each conquest.
General Acacius yearns to forget.
You're the one who reminds him his hands are capable of more. They are gentle when he holds you. When he grabs onto your hips until you're spilling over him.
They're the ones you hold as you stroll in the gardens. Or when you insist on heading to the market despite your status.
They are soft, patient, encouraging.
His hands that tuck your hair behind your ear when a rebellious curly strand tickles your face.
And yet he always falls into that deep despair. Nights when he can't sleep, thinking of all the damage he's done to innocent people. He did it willingly at one point, chasing that infamous glory where Gladiator games would be held in his honor upon returning to battle.
Now, that glory mocks him. It's a mirage in the desert. Beautiful from afar but bitter up close.
He's selfish. Marcus Acacius could stop, but it would mean his death. He can deal with death, but he will not be the cause of yours.
So, as he untangles himself from your arms, Marcus goes outside to sit and watch over the city, vigilant. He remembers the market and the artisans building beautiful things with their hands—hands calloused and scarred from their skill, not weapons and death.
They say life mimics art.
He wishes to use his hands for more than striking. He wants to see his hands as more capable like you do.
His greatest skill, besides being a swordsman, is being observant. What makes General Acacius great is the way he's able to analyze a situation and strike at the weakest point. The next time you drag him to the market, he watches over the artisans, the tools they use, and their creations.
"Is anything the matter, husband?" You ask, grasping his arm. You don't miss the way he stares at the knife in the artisan's hand, and you worry.
Your husband doesn't like it much when you come to the market. He doesn't believe it to be entirely safe for a woman of your standing. Still, your beloved Marcus spoils you and lets you come. Accompanied by him, of course, and guards when he is not able to join you.
His focus shifts from the skillful shaping of the block of wood to you. He softly smiles, pressing his hand upon yours. "Are you ready?"
You nod with a smile, chattering about the fresh fruit you picked and the pastries you'll ask the cooks to bake for you. Woefully unaware of your husband's purchases.
That same night, when the same old nightmare wakes him, Marcus untangles himself from your limbs and sneaks away to a bench in the gardens. Under the stars, he looks at the block of wood in his left hand and the sculpting knife in his right.
As the knife starts to chip away at the wood, the more he distracts his mind from his duty as a General. In a way, he turns mindless, focusing on the rough edges and the splinters, successfully filling his hands with new creative wounds.
At first, you're blissfully unaware since Marcus always returns to your side before you wake. Then, wooden figures start being placed by your bedside, with rough initials scratched on the bottom.
Your dear husband never cared to mention his new hobby or the fact he was gifting you his work. It was unspoken. You cherish each one of his small sculptures, saving them and leaving them on display.
With each one, he only got better and better. Pride swelled on your chest as you witnessed his artistry grow.
It is refreshing to see him work through his worry with art instead of violence. You, more than anyone, know what ails him when he returns home fresh with new wounds.
There is no war raging around him, yet it remains in his mind. The Gladiator games do not entertain him as they do the rest of the Romans. He's forced to sit and watch the strongest prisoners fight all over again, killing what remains of his conquests.
His reluctance to go to the markets fades away. Marcus Acacius joins you a bit too eagerly, looking for a moment to observe the artisans and the skills they implement.
You take your time, inspecting each fruit and vegetable you have in your hands. Simply to give him more time.
The more he joins you, the more they notice him watching. A quiet, old artisan going as far as beckoning Marcus to come closer and ask the questions on the tip of his tongue.
"Are you ready?" You ask when there is no more to do, joining his side.
"If you are done, yes," he says aloof, leaving coin to the artisan who taught him a few things.
You smile, resisting the urge to giggle. Your big, strong husband avoids talking about what he finds enjoyable.
Warriors are not often seen as artists.
One night, you wake and find him missing from the bed. His spot is cold and empty; he's been gone a while. Unable to sleep, knowing he is awake, you search for him, a shawl wrapped around your shoulders to avoid the chill of the night.
A torch is lit in the garden, and you follow it like a moth to a flame. That's where your husband sits on a bench, knife in hand, and wood scrapings littering the trimmed grass.
"I was wondering where you found the time," you say, shuffling closer and sitting beside him. Shoulders brushing comfortably.
Marcus' head turns towards you, red dusting his tanned cheeks. "I can't sleep," he admits.
"Is it the nightmares?"
He nods, carving smaller details onto the wood, giving it a recognizable shape. His hands have new calluses from gripping the wood and the knife's differently shaped handle.
"You've become quite the woodcarver," you say, changing the subject he does not like talking about.
You won't push him. He has enough in his mind. You're thankful he's not like the other Generals who find distractions at the brothels.
"I've got a long way to go," he responds, turning the wood figure in his hands to assess it.
"Not tonight, though," you tell him, placing your hand over his. "You must join me in bed. It's far too cold without you."
Marcus Acacius softly smiles at you, nodding before placing the wooden figure and knife down. "Whatever my lady wife says."
This small habit of leaving the bed in the middle of the night does not cease. His hands itch to do something, to create, and he listens.
In the end, you're happy if he's happy. You let him be, sometimes dragging him back to bed when you need him most.
At times, you join him, curling next to him, eyes drooping but refusing to leave him. The movement of his hard muscles lulls you to sleep as he works at shaping the pieces of wood.
"There are far more comfortable places to rest, my wife," Marcus says, the low timbre of his voice rousing you from the sleep that threatens to take you under.
"The best place to be is by my husband's side," you sigh, getting more comfortable and ignoring his request. "If you wish me abed, you have to be there."
The time comes when the emperor twins become restless and order him to conquer in their stead. It is time to sully his hands once more with the blood of warriors protecting their home.
With one last wooden figure placed beside your bed and a kiss on your head, he leaves fearfully, wondering if this would be the one time he won't return.
You clutch the figure day in and day out, afraid if you let it out of your sight, bad news will arrive. You press your lips against the smooth surface when you miss him most, bringing it to your chest as if you could feel him close by the simple action.
In his absence, you learn you have been blessed by the gods and are expecting a child. More than ever, do you wish for your husband's safe return.
Many months after his departure, news of the battalion's return spread across Rome in a matter of hours. Your lady-in-waiting heard it from the servants who had gone to the market earlier in the day.
"My lady, your General has returned," she whispers excitedly, helping you get ready for the day.
"Are you sure?" You gasp, clutching your rounded belly in anticipation. Many months have gone by, and you did not think he'd make it for the birth.
The fact that no soldiers come to your door is reassuring. Your husband may be injured but not dead, and that is enough.
"He's been sighted joining the Emperors."
He comes like a breeze in the night, quiet and stealthy. With no need of unnecessary fanfare, he only wished to see you.
Marcus Acacius needed your reassurance once more. That his hands were not to be stained permanently.
He finds you by the fountain, looking as beautiful as ever. Hair curled and loose, front strands pulled back but with that stubborn fringe that refused to be held back. Such a reflection of your being.
A cloak hung around your shoulders, hiding your most precious treasure unbeknownst to him.
"My lady," he calls out, standing a few feet from you.
You look up from the pond of swimming fish, eyes round with surprise and excitement. "Marcus Acacius," you gasp.
He's back home. New scars, healed and unhealed, litter his tanned skin. His hair longer, pushed away from his eyes. He is safe, and he is sound.
You stand to approach him and greet him properly. Your feet drive you forward, and the movement pushes the cloak back, exposing your round belly.
He's always been so observant. It would be hard to miss.
Your arms curl around his neck, bringing him into an embrace. You thank the gods above for his safe return.
Acacius is frozen as his mind catches up with what he's seen. Such a reaction would get him killed in battle. You cup his face while pulling back, "Husband?" The tickle from the scruff on his cheeks is a comfort.
He's not in battle. Marcus is home with you.
His palms softly come to your belly. He's gentle, extremely so. "You're with child?"
"Yes," you say breathlessly, awaiting his reaction.
"You're carrying our child?" His voice is thick with emotion. Unshed tears fill his eyes as Marcus kneels on the ground, palms feeling the soft kick of his unborn child.
He only ever wished to have children with you so they'd take after their mother. It's been in the back of both of your minds, but his role as a General often took precedence.
"I only found out once you left," you confess, placing your hands over his. "Are you happy?"
"This is the happiest I've ever been," he says, standing to finally place his lips upon yours. There's a grunt in the back of his throat as he pulls you close or as close as your belly would permit. "You've made me the happiest man in the world, my wife."
General Marcus Acacius has a new purpose in life. He is becoming a father of a baby boy or baby girl. Nonetheless, he wishes to leave war far behind.
He needs to be in Rome to watch them grow and become noble people. He does not want to leave for months or years at a time, and he does not want them to see him in deep despair when he returns from such physical and mental battles.
Whenever he returns from war, the nightmares become more vivid, keeping him awake. His hands itch to create and to distract his busy brain.
This time, it is no exception.
Untangling himself from your tight hold, Marcus Acacius walks to the gardens. Picking up his woodcarving tools along the way. His hands itch for a new project, and what better project than building his child's crib.
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sorry it wasn't very romancy, i really focused on general marcus acacius inner turmoil, don't we love a troubled man?
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cookikiixp · 1 month ago
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Finally i could finish my perfect love oc MIMI after being so passionate about it w my friends i really adore games like this And make silly au's between us hehehe when i first discovered it i made people around me play it too it's really awesome so yeah here she's after my precious passion for omori i now have two fandoms that i adore so much and have OCS w them!!
MIMI :3
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I'm sorry if it's not really creative or accurate at all but i made her right after i played the game so i could enjoy it w my friends and draw etc i don't know if it'll get like big attention like kiki but still i adore all the support 。⁠:゚⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)゚⁠:⁠。
a little more detailed version down below (the milo chibis belong to the game devs)
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also my other friends included who has ocs (i told them to make :p)
matt: @star-achlys
yuna: @captryuhikari
scara(actually Mimi's toxic ex): @icedcatoffe
lera doesn't have a Tumblr but he's on insta!!(it was supposed to be lara but a typo)
She has the same bday as Kiki and me i love giving my bdays to my ocs so i never forget
And some sprites I've made to use (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
left has a background right side doesn't and has transparent background (idk why but yeah i tried my best :{ )
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i hope she's cool enough I'm gonna cry it already stresses me so much i don't wanna ruin anything she's so precious to me and i adore the game I'll probably be attached to the game for a long time and not be able to forget it just like omori it has my heart too now i hope it's not bad or weird of me i just feel a bit nervous like really nervous
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perfect love vn by: @perfectlovevn (im sorry for the tag i feel so awkward i never talked directly w game devs through any posts nor smth similar so I'm scared of messing smth up while trying my best to leave a good impression 😭)
milo doodles and also the style belongs to them it's so unique
this is again includes ocxoc maybe slight ocxcanon but I don't know it probably will be with premilo bc he's the closest to basil hehuwhsh 😭💔thanks for the amazing experience i won't forget this fandom ever 😋
i also tried a fanart of premilo to improve my skills of this precious art style (I'm not good in writing in character forgive me hwaha)
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AAA IM GOING INSANE OKAY ENOUGH IM CRYING I HOPE IT'S GOOD ENOUGH YAY FUCKING PERFECT LOVE IS AWESOME💥
and no having another oc does NOT MEAN I'M LEAVING THE OMORI FANDOM 💔
Ily all sm ty for reading till here wishing everyone the best 🫂
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bad268 · 11 months ago
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Pezzy with a cuddly (almost to the point of being clingy) reader?? (Love your blog & your writing so much! Keep it up!!)
End the Stream (Pezzy X Reader)
Fandom: RPF/Miscellaneous
Requested: Clearly (I love him and thank you so much <3)
Warnings: Language lol
POV: First Person (I/me)
W.C. 1193
Summary: No one ever said being clingy was a bad thing.
As always, my requests are OPEN
MASTERLIST // HITLIST
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~~(^Pinterest)
I would never consider myself super clingy, but sometimes, I just wanted to be held. It was only natural, especially when my boyfriend was streaming for hours. I just wanted to hang out with him, and I felt like I had not seen him recently.
Yesterday, he was streaming all day. Granted, he just got a new computer, and he was preparing for Puffer’s season 2 of The Gauntlet. I remember back when he won the first week of season 1, and it took about 3 hours. Then, the finale took almost 9 hours! I was not prepared for this to happen again.
He had already been streaming for going on 5 hours, and watching the stream could only do so much to fill the void. I knew he was in the same house. Hell, he was just a room over, but I felt lonely without him. 
I decided enough was enough. If I wanted attention, I was gonna get it. Before I set my plan in motion, I opened up the chat and sent a quick message, just to see if he was watching the chat.
“Is your room unlocked?” The text-to-speech read, and Pezzy, at first, looked horrified. He paused the game to look at who sent that but smiled when he saw it was me.
“Oh, yeah, it’s open if you wanna come in here,” He let out a breath, “I thought that was a stalker or something.”
I chuckled as I got up from the bed. I wrapped my throw blanket around my shoulders before walking down the hall to Pezzy’s recording room. I dramatically pushed the door open, just standing in the door ominously until he turned around.  When he did, he almost jumped out of his seat.
“What the hell are you doing?” He shouted in shock as he put a hand on his heart as if to slow his rapid heart rate. “Are you trying to kill me?”
“Just keeping you on your toes,” I chuckled lightly as I walked over to him. When I made it to his setup, I asked, “Is this seat taken?”
“What mine?” He asked, but he didn’t wait long as I just sat in his lap. He chuckled before wrapping his arms around me and setting his chin on my shoulder.  “Well, now it is. Is this comfortable for you?”
“Very,” I whispered as I wrapped my arms around his torso and leaned my head against his chest. I looked up at him and met his eyes. “Can I sleep here? I won’t bother you, I promise.”
“You could never bother me,” He whispered back, leaving a kiss on my forehead, nose, cheeks, and finally, my lips before moving one of his hands from my waist to the back of my head. “I’ll be here when you wake up, and I’ll try not to be too loud.”
“I don’t care,” I mumbled, rubbing my face into his chest, “I’ll sleep through anything.”
“I know you will,” He chuckled lightly, kissing the crown of my head before turning his attention to the screen again. The chat was flying by, clips were being made, and his friends and moderators were calling him a simp. A couple specifically caught his eye. “Call me a simp one more time, Puffer, and I’ll call Megan. Grizzy, Droid, shut the fuck up. At least I get some you virgin ass mother fuckers.”
I could not keep a straight face at that as I burst out laughing. I sat up a little, opting to just lean my head against his shoulder as I looked at the screen with him. I glanced over to Discord, and I saw Puffer, Grizzy, and Droid show as active in their chat, so I moved to unplug Pezzy’s headphones before they could join the voice channel.
“Who the fuck are you talking about? I have never once been a simp,” Puffer shouted immediately after joining the call. 
“I beg to differ, Puffer,” I dragged out with a smirk, “You forget that I talk with Megan all the time, and I get to hear all of the relationship gossip. I have the tea and blackmail. Don’t make me pull it out.”
“Bitch,” He muttered.
“I try,” I smirked again before turning my attention to the other two. “Okay, Grizzy, Droid, do you two have anything to comment?”
“After hearing that, no I’ll keep my comments to myself,” Grizzy chuckled nervously. 
“Good, don’t test them,” Pezzy chuckled as he held onto me tighter and kissed my shoulder. 
“On that note, I’m making Pezzy get off,” I said as I leaned forward and took the mouse in my hand going over to the end stream button. “5 hours is enough for you heathens. He’s not streaming tomorrow, and don’t be surprised if he doesn't stream the day after.”
“Why’s that?” Pezzy teased for clarification.
“I miss you, and I want attention sometimes,” I said immediately. “I deserve time with you too.  Is it bad to want to spend time with my boyfriend doing relationship things?” 
“Not really, I get it,” Pezzy relented, “I miss you too if that makes you feel better.”
“I’m sorry, y’all lonely bitches want Pezzy all the time, but I gotta put me first,” I joked, “I gotta put me first.”
“And just for that, I’ll end the stream,” Pezzy laughed loudly as he took the mouse from my hands and ended the stream. “Happy now?”
“Not yet,” I admitted as I turned in his lap to face him. “I just want to stay here in your arms. I’ve missed you, and I feel like you’ve been streaming nonstop.”
“I’m sorry you feel that way,” He comforted as he brushed some hair away from my face. “Tomorrow, we’re doing anything you want. Name it.”
“But I don't want to do anything,” I whined as I banged my head on his shoulder. “I just want to lay in bed and do nothing. Maybe we make cupcakes or something. Maybe we take a bath together. Maybe we can go for a short bike ride. I don’t know, but I know I don't want to plan anything. Then, I won’t want to do it.”
“Okay, we can play it by year, how about that?” Pezzy offered as he held back a laugh. “We can just see where the day takes us.”
“Now I only get a day? I want at least two days, nothing less,” I snapped my head up as I pointed a finger at him. 
“Deal, two days,” Pezzy settled as he moved his hands to be under your butt, lifting you up.
“Where are we going?” I asked quickly in shock as I wrapped my arms around his neck tightly, not expecting to be lifted.
“Timbuktu,” Pezzy replied sarcastically, glaring at you, before lifting his expression, “Our bedroom. Where the fuck else?”
“Wow,” I dragged out as Pexxy walked out of his recording studio and into our room. He set me gently on our bed before leaning over me, giving me a kiss. I moved a hand to his chest as I gently pushed him away. “Take me to dinner first.”
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lord-emerson · 3 months ago
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[Today my Fallen London blog turns one year old! Never in a million years would I have thought this fandom would end up becoming so, so important to me. I've met so many lovely people on flumblr (including my dear partner) and I got to get back into roleplaying on a scale that I haven't been able to do since I was a teen. There's so many people I'd like to give shout out that I'm bound to miss some, but if we've ever interacted through tags, DMs, RP messages or discord servers, know that you are part of what has made this year special to me.
Here's to many more years of:
Oswald dazzling at his first Feast of the Rose (aka. the first drawing made of Oswald ever, made by @thedeafprophet!)
Oswald completing Nemesis and getting what he wanted (but not quite) (spoilery write up of his ending PLUS some amazing art by @letters-of-fire)
Being visited by an unexpectedly sweet creature of the rooftops (with art by @t6fs!)
Nudging Cavendish along on their gender journey (so happy to see them wear more dresses now <3 (with art by @cave-n-dish!)
Meeting and flirting with The Dandy Detective, whose mind seemed to be elsewhere... (with writing by @thedandy-detective!)
So many thieves getting their grubby little hands on Oswald's possessions
An enlightening conversation about jealousy with one Belladonna Grimm (Bella belongs to @compassinsect, art is by @letters-of-fire!)
A contemplative winter evening with some familiar faces (with writing by @house-of-mirrors!)
A slightly less contemplative encounter with an unexpected guest (featuring @viric-dreams' Ockham with art by @letters-of-fire!)
Darcy telling Oswald he fucked himself up Bad. He's going to Die. (with art by @waterlogged-detective!)
Then who could forget, Lord Emerson's Lonely Hearts Club! (now with art by @staring-at-my-keyboard!)
and of course countless, and I do mean Countless shenanigans featuring one very handsome bandaged gentleman that Oswald and I have come to care about greatly... shenanigans such as elaborate (sexual) mind games, processing grief together, stealing his glasses, breaking his glasses (damn, look out for those glasses Howard), swapping hairstyles and making out in Parabola.
Thank you for being here, FLandom <3 See you again next year!]
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burningcheese-merchant · 3 months ago
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I notice that you give Shadowspice alot of shit because of how it's based off of shallow fujoshi stereotypes and how they would be miserable with eachother if you regarded there canon personalities (which is lowkey valid), but that makes me surprised you like burningcheese because you do remember that burning spice tore off cheesy's wings, threw her off a cliff, kept her wounded in a prison for sadisms sake and threated to destroy all she ever treasured before the queen turned the tables and have him his rightful beating.
Most burningcheese fanart I have seen depicts burning spice as hulking and towering and smiling down at golden cheese freaking as if that isn't basic straight ship stuff, I'm not going to cry about "abuser x victim" or how your a "proshipper" but a decent chunk of the Fandom portrayal of burningcheese ignores golden cheese's dominance and how powerful she is and I'm invested in how you think golden cheese will get romantic with the dude who tried to take everything from her with sadistic glee, all of that aside have a good day.
Turned out long as fuck lol my bad
Gonna start by saying I appreciate you being polite/civil. Ngl I started reading the first sentence and immediately assumed it was a ShadowSp1ce fan come to start shit or something lol. I'm glad that's not the case. As unhappy as that ship makes me, I'm really not out to get anyone who likes it. You do you, it's not my business. I mean it when I say I'd rather never speak of ShadowSp1ce again if I don't have to. I'm a happier person without it in my thoughts. Again I ask "where is the memory gun from Gravity Falls when you need it" lmao
To address your other concerns. No I did not forget what Burning Spice did to Golden Cheese lol. That's a pretty important scene in the story, I don't really have a say in the matter. But really, what he did is just what villains do. It's horrible, but not out of the ordinary for someone like that. It shouldn't be downplayed or dismissed but I also don't think it needs to be blown as far out of proportion as I've seen so many do. Video game villain. There are far worse ones than Burning Spice, who have done far worse things. Promise.
Maybe it's just my luck, but I've never really seen anyone portray BurningCheese the way you describe. Not on here, at least. I just see Burning Spice simping really hard for the golden goddess and smiling when she steps on him lol. Or them just being genuinely happy together. Plenty of angst, sure. But nothing I would really say is out of character (that I recall off the top of my head). I don't doubt that such shallow, stereotypical portrayals exist, and I lament that they do. I myself don't subscribe to that. Yes, he hurt her, but she doesn't take it (or anything he says or does) lying down. She gets up and fights back. And that's what he loves about her most of all. She fights back. To make her the meek, doe-eyed little church mouse secretary to Spice's domineering CEO or whatever the fuck in service of some puddle-deep hetero-flavored gooner shit à la 50 Shades is boring and flanderization. Burning Spice is tough but so is Golden Cheese. They are equals in every way. Let them kick each other's asses. Spice would never love a person who couldn't stand up to him anyway. Who isn't strong, physically and mentally. Which is what she is and always should be.
But my MAIN canon. The canon I operate on. The one my little fankid critters exist in. THAT romance goes like this:
As for how I ascribe romance to them... Let me start by saying that I ship them in multiple ways, through multiple lenses. I ship BurningCheese where it's a toxic one-sided crush/obsession on Spice's part (and his behavior is condemned ofc), because exploring that kind of darkness within a fictional setting is interesting to me. I ship BurningCheese where Golden Cheese gives in to despair, same as Burning Spice once did, and corrupts, and they become a villain couple (got a big fic in mind for that lol. That will be fun to write eventually). In a similar vein to that is the AU I've been playing around with on here where Spice is basically her pet serial killer and brings her severed heads and other things as tokens of affection (he is absolutely fucking deranged in this AU), and because she herself is... kind of a broken person in this story, she starts responding to these attempts to stroke her ego and win her favor, leading her down a rabbit hole of guilt and shame and denial and unhealthy attachment, where she eventually ends up as insane for him as he is for her (I know it sounds crazy, but... it's fun in a dark and disturbing way lol). I ship BurningCheese in that time travel AU (that I'm still cooking btw! That will be real fic! I'm working on it with a friend of mine!) where Golden meets Spice while he's still the Herald of Change, with all of the trials and tribulations that brings. I ship BurningCheese as a standard forbidden love affair, where she's good and he's bad and neither is willing to change for the other, but are willing to set aside those differences to be together, even if only for a time and away from prying eyes and judgment. I like them all sorts of ways, because I just like them, you know? I like how they click. How they complement and contrast with each other. They're both very alike and very different. They have a lot to give each other and a lot they can do together. And they're soulmates, that's canon, they are canon (at least in some way), whether anyone likes it or not. So I win no matter what lol
Slow burn. Very, very slow. Post-canon, after Dark Enchantress has already been defeated and order restored to the world. There's nothing left for the Beasts to really do anymore, Burning Spice included (they are not resealed in my canon, they all remain free indefinitely). They can't go out and cause chaos without their Ancients coming and curbstomping them immediately. But... Burning Spice likes that Golden Cheese does that, so he manages to forge an agreement: if she indulges him and spars with him a few times a month, he'll stay out of trouble. And she agrees, for everyone else's sake. She certainly doesn't want to be around him any longer than she has to.
They grow a little closer through these fights of theirs, albeit unwillingly on Golden's part. They bicker and banter while they exchange blows, and afterwards while they tend to their own wounds. Do you really have a choice, when you end up stuck with someone in such a way?
Burning Spice is in love with her. Always has been. But his love is selfish, toxic. He's more attached to his idea of her than the real her, because he doesn't truly know her, despite his insistance plus their soul bond. Golden Cheese hates him and considers him a menace to society, and indulges his whims purely to protect and serve the public. So long as he's focused on her, he can't hurt anyone else.
He hits on her all the time. She rebuffs him all the time. He doesn't necessarily mind; as much as he'd love it if she returned his feelings, he's content with her refusal as well. He likes her bite, her wit, her anger. And he has her, at least in some way. Has her attention. Has their battles. That's enough for him
Slow burn redemption arc on top of the romance. Really, Burning Spice's redemption is mostly an accident. Golden Cheese wasn't trying to fix him (at first) and he was never looking to be fixed. They both believed he was damned and he didn't care, and that was that. And it really was, for a while. But eventually, gradually, he started to... mellow out. Enough that he started becoming a little more approachable, in her estimation. Thus they grow closer still, which in turn makes him mellow out more.
He starts opening up a little bit, here and there. Bits and pieces about himself. His past. General personality things. She does the same in turn. She starts to recognize him as more than just a heartless monster. He starts to acknowledge things he'd otherwise leave buried forever. There's some sort of trust and understanding forming.
Spice gains a measure of clarity. Not quite remorse, but... regret? Is it regret? Is he really able to say he regrets anything about his life? Has he gotten that soft? That pathetic?
... He regrets how he treated her. That much comes to be true. And he apologizes to her. It's not much, he's no good at apologies, but he's at least sincere. It's shocking to her. She takes it to heart, despite not really forgiving him (she will not do so for a long time still). It marks a little turning point in their relationship.
She lets him into her life and world a bit more. She relaxes a bit more around him and vice versa. They're not even so strict about their scheduled duels anymore; sometimes he comes by just because he wants to see her, and she obliges. He's still an asshole but less of one. She's still begrudging but less so. It's clear something has begun to change within him. She's not sure what it is, but it's there. And it's... meaningful, at least to her. Because she never thought she'd see it
Don't want to get too deep into it because I want to talk abt it more later. But there's at least one suicide attempt by Spice bc he's gotten really depressed (more than he already was) and Golden stops him, and in doing so realizes that she's come to genuinely care about him as a person and doesn't want him gone, even despite his misdeeds. Another big turning point, especially on her part
They become genuine friends. Bit of a weird friendship, he's still a bad guy, but even so. She's honest about enjoying his company. She talks to him like she does everyone else. And he likes it. He likes that she's so casual now. That they're so used to each other now. It's pleasant
The more he spends time with her and gets to know her, the deeper in love he falls. But no longer is it that corrosive sentiment it once was. With time, it evolves into a healthy affection and respect for her. He's still smitten as always and forever, but in a more normal way lol
The more time she spends with him and gets to know him, the more she comes to see that... He's really not so bad, underneath all of his... issues. He's intelligent. Thoughtful. Creative, even (ironic). He's very handsome. He makes her laugh. He keeps her on her toes. He's not so different from her, in some ways. With all of that, and what he's willingly revealed to her about his life, she believes that... he can be fixed. He can get better. Somewhere within the dark chasm of his soul is man with some worth. There's something worth salvaging inside of him. One little ray of light, flickering in the dark. He can change, if he wants to. She truly believes that now.
So she starts making an effort to help him along. Starts pushing for him to interact with others. Do good deeds. Participate in society, in life. He tries to push back but ultimately gives in, if only to appease her. She's the only person he tolerates still, everyone else can keel over and die for all he cares. Just because he's not actively hurting anyone doesn't mean he cares about them.
But... it works, little by little. This war of attrition she wages. Of course she can't force him to change; he has to want that for himself. But she can at least show him the merit in doing so. And she does. Slowly, begrudgingly, he starts to actually talk to people. Hang around them. Do things of his own accord, not just to make her happy. He does not say so, but he's learning to enjoy and appreciate life again
That's when she falls for him. It was already in motion for a while, but it's watching him improve and become more of the man she thinks exists deep down inside that does her in for good. Of course she's embarrassed. She grapples with the moral implications. But in the end, she can't help herself. He's charmed her. He won.
They're happy together. They marry. He is gladly accepted by the GCK as their king, for they have embraced him by then. They have those two kiddos. He's forged new, genuine friendships with the other Ancients plus a few other people, and rebuilt the old ones he had with the other Beasts. He's... not a hero, no. He never will be again. But he's abandoned his evil ways. He's made peace with himself. He's been reintegrated into society. He's happy. They're happy.
No one approves of them besides Pure Vanilla. Throughout all of this, Spice has been regarded with fear, hatred and suspicion. (He doesn't really care much, to hell with what others think of him.) Though he's improved and some have relaxed around him, for many it's not enough, her friends included. They worry for her safety, for her sanity. She vouches for him, his character and their relationship. Only PV is on her side from the start; he's overjoyed for her, for him, for them. He's happy he's changed, as PV always hoped all the Beasts would. He wishes them well. He hopes for a similar happy future for himself and Shadow Milk. Everyone else comes around eventually, some sooner than others. (Smoked Cheese excluded. They will never be cool)
It's important to note that I came up with this for them because I enjoy exploring morality and redemption and forgiveness, and what that might look like for certain characters. Even if he's become a better man, does Burning Spice really deserve the happy ending he got? Does it undo anything he did? Does a man like that really deserve forgiveness?
The way Burning Spice would answer those questions is... no. No, he doesn't. He's done too much. The blood on his hands will never wash out. Golden Cheese can only forgive him for what he did to her specifically, not for what he did to the world. And he knows he isn't worthy either way. Should he ever die... well, he's certainly not going to Heaven, that's for sure. So he makes peace with it the best he can and just tries to be better. He can't change the past. All he can do is try to make it a decent present. He's not perfect, no. There are some things you'll never get back after living such a cursed life. The Herald of Change is long gone; perhaps he never truly existed in the first place. He can only be Burning Spice, with the weight of all his sins bearing down on his shoulders, and try. Try to do better. For his wife. For his children. For his comrades. For his people. There's nothing else he CAN do. He can never truly fix what he did. He has to live with that forever. But he's still managed to find happiness even with it, and that makes it bearable. And it's all thanks to her, in the end. Her and the kids. They make it all worthwhile.
I'm sorry I wrote a Bible lol. And also probably derailed at least once. I just hope I answered your questions well enough. This is ultimately how Merchant thinks Golden Cheese will get romantic with Burning Spice. The end
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bronx-bomber87 · 6 months ago
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Good Evening wonderful fandom :) Episode 2 already! Thank you to everyone who liked, commented or reblogged last weeks first impressions. Makes my entire day when get any one of those. Excited to delve into ep 2. Let's get started shall we?
7x02 The Watcher
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The vast contrast between Lucy and Tim is no secret. But it always cracks me up. Lucy telling Celina she almost washed out with her PCD BUT reminding her Nolan is not Tim. (No he is not..) That he won’t mess with her head. Then we have Tim telling Nolan to do as such. LMFAO God I love these fools. How I’ve missed you so. That Sunshine x Grumpy at it's finest.
Nolan being sassy saying he’s not Tim. You very much are not good sir. You are correct there. Bringing up how Tim almost washed out Lucy and she's a great cop. (Like he could ever forget either of those things John...) Tim instantly correcting him. Saying the key being he’s exceptional and Nolan is well Nolan lol. Oh I’ve missed cocky Tim. haha Now we all know one of the reasons Lucy didn’t, was because she had broken down a small chunk of his wall. Forever the exception is his girl.
He refused to let her fail despite being a hard ass. Love that episode. One of my all time favs. Tim isn’t wrong though, Nolan is being evaluated as well. Something i'm sure he hadn't thought of tbh. As good is Celina is she’s no Lucy. Sorry Celina love ya haha Lucy continuing to be her sunshine self never ceases to amaze me. Saying a T.O. doesn’t have to play mind games to create an amazing cop. You know for Lucy I truly believe that’ll work. Because she can balance being a good leader and a kind one. Idk what works for Nolan. Blind luck?
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Lucy is needing to crush Tim in this competition of theirs. It’s very much a necessary win for her. Especially after last season. Like I said in 7x01. I think T.O. will build her confidence back up. Winning this competition with Tim is going to do that. In spades really. Celina acting all innocent saying it’s about T.O. styles this competition? That's it?
Oh honey no haha I mean a little but it’s bottom of the barrel of WHY. Harper and Lopez appear out of nowhere. Saying it’s about the breakup. I mean how could it not be? For Tim it's the best way he can feel connected to her without crossing any lines. Because he knows she has all the power to dictate his presence in her life. Something he touched on in 6x10. Allowing him to be in her life in whatever small doses she allows. This is one of them. Since they can't be what they once were this is the closest he can get right now.
Lucy of course deflects the breakup comment. Saying it’s not about that. That they had friendly competition long before they dated. Ha ‘friendly’ is that what we’re calling your numerous work flirts my girl? Back to denial it seems. S4 vibes once again. Pushing down dem feelings till they don’t pop back up again. That always works right? Worked real well in s4... The fact that she needs to add professional to their 'friendly' bets they've had before says it all for me. Replying she is so over the break up. Uh huh. Sure you are…Mmhmm….Yep. ‘It’s just that.’ Whatever you need to tell yourself my friend.
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Seth is late and of course Tim is right on it. Because he wouldn't be him if he didn't tbh. Calling her Chen. I love and hate it. Just means we’re gonna have to really earn that first ‘Lucy’ he utters back. Well Tim is….Oh Seth you are just giving Tim reasons to give Lucy a hard time. Which he immediately does. Asking her, during roll call, when Ridley eventually rolls in, what excuse is acceptable for being late? Lucy replying there isn’t one.. Starting in the loss column. It sucks.
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Ooooh bad ass-no nonsense Lucy T.O. I AM HERE FOR IT. Hot damn. When she slammed on the breaks I literally said 'Get em Lucy!' Just because she isn’t Tim doesn’t mean she won’t lay down the law. She and I are so alike in our leadership style. Said this many times before but it just continues to be true. I love it. She's calm, empathetic and kind in her teaching. But if you give reason to take advantage of that then the claws come out to remind you respect is key.
The law will be laid down for that. So proud of her. I know she doesn’t want to be that kind of T.O. But it’s good to have a little Tim in your style so that respect is there. Otherwise you’re kind of a doormat. I loved her laying down the boundary of yes I'm kind. Yes I'm empathetic but respect is still something to be expected. I love watching her grow in this regard. I really do.
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Oh my lord Texas is a walking lawsuit. Tim shaking his head while he stick his head up his ass is too funny. It's like he wants to be in trouble constantly with Tim. lol First the premiere and now flirting with a civilian. Tim isn't wrong he could get sued if that flirting goes badly. Stuck with a complaint that could bounce him.
It's going to be interesting to see how he rights this ship. Because with Aaron he had balls with Tim but the dynamic was much different. Aaron had proved himself somewhat before getting there. Where as Texas started there. Should be fun to watch him develop. He has a lot of potential as a character.
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Ridley is starting to thrive a little under Lucy. This moment above proving that. Showing you can have empathy and build rapport with the public. He gets this great reply from the man above due to that. It's a very positive interaction and Lucy rewards him for it. I love it.
I hope Lucy wins this whole thing. I really do. God she needs it. I love my Timothy. You all know I would fight to death for him, but Lucy needs this more. I wanna see her win so badly after last year. If this is part of her healing too I'm all for it.
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Sadly Seth takes a massive nosedive down. Ahhh training it’s not the for faint of heart. I know it all too well. Been training people for years. Lucy looks so frustrated and I don’t blame her. He fumbled the task pretty badly….Grey just TEARS Ridley a new asshole holy cow. Doesn't hold back in the least with this kid. Lucy stoic by his side. Can’t even look at him. Because she is taking on his failures as her own. Which is why I think she is surprised Grey doesn't tear her one too.
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He is much kinder with Lucy than I expected as well. Maybe because I still take my people's failures as my own too. She answers how I would’ve when asked about Seth. Potential with it being too early to tell. Because it is too early. Now for me it’s the learning from failures I see as progress.
You’re afforded a mistake with me; it’s the repeat mistakes of that same issue that start to become a problem. We will see how this kid course corrects during this season. And how Lucy will direct him. It’ll be fascinating to watch.
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Of course Tim is right there to gloat about her rookie screwing up. LOL Do we expect anything less during this competition of their's? Now he gives her some damn solid advice to follow up. Letting her know his failures aren't her fault. At least not in the very beginning. That these failure need to be used as teachable moments. Somewhat touching on what I said before. Mistakes are ok at first its learning from them I want to see. To take the failures and use it to make them better.
Lucy is getting legit gold from Tim in this moment. The only person he would share it with I guarantee you. You think he's sharing nuggets of wisdom like that with Nolan? No he isn't. Forever the exception this one. Lucy saying him being enlightened giving me flashback vibes to s1. When she first got a glimpse into this side of him. Saying something very similar to him then.
Their chemistry never ceases to astound me. Adoring the flirty flirts and her smile as he walks away. Love these idiots so much. Yeah you're so over it Lucy. lol Just look at her as he departs. My goodness. She's a ten but terrible at hiding her feelings.
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Tim finds Texas just like I knew he would. Can't wear a giant, tent-like bag to work and not make him suspect something is up, my man. Damn Timothy just ripping this kid a new one. It's rough to watch But can’t say I don’t think all of those things when i saw him living in his car…That he's exposed, his car could be stolen, broken into and his service weapon stolen. All very bad things that would get him terminated.
Doesn't help he is financially destitute making him more of a liability to the station. Tim isn't wrong in the least about what problems this poses. He is brutal in his final line absolutely brutal. But he's hoping it'll motivate him to find something better than car. This scene once again showing Lucy was the exception. A running theme in this one for me at least.
This was Tim as a T.O. pre-Lucy. No nonsense whatsoever. She was the ONLY one to get him to soften. To break through. So much so I do believe it bled over to his time with Aaron as well. But this kid is square one for Tim. He has to shape him up or he's not going to make it. Also excited to see where his journey goes this season with Tim.
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This sucks for Seth there is no two ways about it. This kid seems to be going through a lot. Has been through a lot as well. But she just had a convo about leaving personal stuff at the door. To focus on his job. Now I couldn't be a cop and do that. I went into a tailspin yesterday at work over a form. It was a government one couldn't see till I got home cause couldn't log in. It distracted me and mine is very much not life and death like his is.
Lucy is wanting to be empathetic, but also knowing she needs to still to be guiding him. Ultimately she is responsible for his safety. Letting him know as such. That he can't keep stuff bottled up like this or it'll be destructive like it already has been. It's fun to watch her navigate this.
I know her gut instinct is to be empathetic and understanding. Which she is. But she also has standards she has to set and hold him to. It's fascinating watching her learning to balance all that. It'll fun to rewatch this in the summer with a much different POV on her T.O. time.
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Goodness they’re cute af at the food truck area. Also love this environment being re-introduced. Feels very s1 and I'm here for it. Lucy being baffled by the mistakes of her rookie. Nolan's comment about Nyla was spot on. I can't say didn't do the same as he did. When I got into management and started training people, I apologized to my leader for all the crap and heartache I had caused her as a newbie ha Cracks me up how baffled Lucy is by the mistakes being made.
Tim reminding her rookies don't have common sense LOL Love them continuing this work flirt in front of Nolan. I will say any time their relationship is referred to in the past tense I die a little inside lol No joke. It hurts my soul. I know we're working our way back, but I would be lying if I said it didn't give me a pang of sadness in my stomach.
Maybe this was just me but they were a little saucy. Well Lucy was. Saying whatever gratitude was owed to Tim was paid off while they were dating heh. Was I the only one found that suggestive as hell? LOL I enjoyed it very much if that was the intention. Either way just straight flirting in front of Nolan with no cares in the world. Makes me happy. Look at those dopes above towards the end. Telling smiles. All damn day.
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If you wanted to know what continued healing looks like it’s this people. This is going to be a slow climb to get to the top again. They are starting from scratch in so many ways. I mean when Nolan leaves Tim is a little nervous. You can hear it in his voice as he compliments her boot. Who very much did anything but 'Ok.' today. Especially if he was compared to Tim Bradford standards. But this is his connection to her like I said earlier. He misses what they had before. That instant ease and rapport. He misses her.
It's up to him to put the effort in now. To remain in her orbit should she allow him to be there. Which she currently is. They're going to have to be this chill casual vibe to climb their way back to where they were. Going back to their roots is the way to do it. So it's organic and natural. Lucy isn't as open as he is and that's ok. She isn't there yet. Doesn't want to talk about Seth in depth. Deflects back to his rookie instead. This is going to be a slow endeavor to reconciliation.
I don't know everyone's expectation for where they should be right now. But I'm pretty happy with the first two episodes. They have to start over and this is going to be a slow ramp up. Saw something it said 'Good things take time and often, the waiting makes the getting all the sweeter. ' Once we get there going to be so damn sweet. Till then I'm going to enjoy whatever comes our way with them.
As always thank you to every amazing person who interacts with these. Makes my heart so happy. Appreciate any likes, comments (I love me some comments. Feel free to share any first impressions you have to), and reblogs. you all make this worth doing every week :) Shall see you all in 7x03!
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Side notes non Chenford
Yay some James and Harper. They cute. Ha she is funny LOL They are having so issues for sure. Going to have to take a page out of Wopez's book to balance that all. That's stressure.
Nolan trying to rub wearing Civvies in Harper and Lopez’s faces and their reply is primo. Maybe focus on your boot there Nolan LMAO
Hot damn Celina look at her critiquing Nolan holy shit. Then Harper and Lopez reinforcing he did her wrong. Kinda nice to see him mess up and be called out for it not gonna lie. Humanizes him. Loved Nyla’s response’ if you want her to succeed, have to give her the room to fail.’ It’s accurate af for leadership. *mic drop*
I will say I watched 7x03 promo and Bailey was in it and I legit forgot she was missing. Till she was in a damn promo. Sure Jenna is lovely to work with and a good person but my god is her character forgettable. Also it makes Nolan more likable IMO when she isn't there. She has zero impact on this show. Sorry Jenna lol.
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budder28 · 1 month ago
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This one is from waaay out left field in the ballpark of my interests.
Error!Sans, Error etc. whatever you wanna call him. Tumblr will surely know him, so he needs no more of an introduction.
He belongs to loverofpiggies (formally Crayon Queen). And don't forget this gem of a blog: Ask Error!Sans
If you wanna hear my waffle on about some context behind this, fly over the undercut and peel your eyes open.
Although I have only one other Undertale related artwork on most of my socials (for now), I really LOVE the game. My first exposure to a fandom, might I add. They were the best of times… and the worst of times… I have so much art from around then. The only way I'd ever show those off is when I get 1 million YouTube subs and want to forcefully retire myself from the internet as a whole lol.
The fandom was a rabbit hole for me, leading me to discover the pop culture and media concept of Alternate Universe/s (AUs). Wildly popular with people wanting to rewrite stories or games to how they saw fit (and fan fiction, of course). My mind was blown at the thought of changing something 'already set in stone'. I quickly learnt the difference between canon, headcanons and fanon lol.
Artistically, I reflect on that time in my life as a renaissance of my artwork. I have surpassed myself in skill (thank God), but I haven't been able to capture that spark I once had. There was something that, for the lack of better words, hit different back then.
Something ungodly possessed me to go back and browse through all of those AUs again (some were… definitely worse than I remembered…). Error was the first to come to mind. I never really looked into the context behind the story; I mainly just thought he looked cool lol. Present day; I plan on reading through the Ask Error blog. I vaguely remember some panels from those comics.
I 60-70% remember the art I made around 2016 - 2018. A lot of the original files for those fanarts got wiped or misplaced. I believe I have all of them as copies, scattered throughout various storage, iPads and personal Discord channels. It's really charming (and cringeworthy) to go back through and look at them all.
I was absolutely inspired. Playing around with something new to me really seemed to push me forward. I've felt stagnant in the last few years. I don't think I'll ever make more fanart of a game or show more than I did of Undertale and the fandom's AUs. And y'all have seen how much Hawks fanart I make!- That doesn't even come close to the stash I'm sitting on over here.
It's both comforting and nostalgic to come back to old interests of mine. Not that I ever really stopped being interested in this stuff. This part of my life will forever have a profound affect on me. It's reassuring to see that the Undertale fandom is still thriving; specifically the part that feels creative enough to still come up with their own AUs. I think it's a good thing for growing artists to actually enjoy interacting with their favourite media through the best way they know how.
Alright, I've yapped enough. Thank for reading if you scrolled down this far. I like to have a little yap sometimes. I know other artists can probably empathise or sympathise with this train of thought.
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nicoline1998enilocin · 6 months ago
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Our Christmas | Christmas Special 2024
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PAIRING || Fiancé! Tony Stark x Fiancée! Female! Reader
WORDCOUNT || 7.6K
SUMMARY || You've been working on preparing the best Christmas celebration you have ever had with the Avengers and other loved ones, and tonight is the night that all your hard work will come to life. From a delicious dinner to the most fun game of Secret Santa you've ever seen, it will surely be a night that will go down in history as one to never forget.
RATING || Explicit (E)
WARNINGS/TAGS || Established relationship, former sugar relationship, age gap romance, lots of domestic fluff, lots of PDA, use of mistletoe, explicit sexual content.
SMUT || Teasing, hickeys/lovebites, quickie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), fingering, spanking, hair pulling, cream pie, biting, begging, dirty talk, breeding kink, pregnancy kink.
A/N || Merry Christmas! I'm incredibly grateful for everything that my time on Tumblr has brought me this past year, and I'm happy to be able to share my stories with you all, too. I also want to give my special thanks and love to my best friend and the person I love the most on this earth - @ccbsrmsf1. I love you bestie, thank you for everything you have done for me this past year! 🤍
EVENTS @anyfandomfluffbingo || Edible underwear @fandom-free-bingo Book Night || (Catching) fire @fandom-free-bingo Pride || Queer cat parent @fandom-free-bingo Pride || Free space + “Be gay, do crime.”
@fictionaldelightsbingo Under The Sea || Finding safety at their lovers side + Free space + Gift exchange @julybreakbingo Post-JBB || Found family + “We shouldn’t do this.” @seasonaldelightsbingo Sweater Season || Cookies @tonystarkbingo Round 8 || Marriage
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Main Masterlist || Tony Stark || Sugar Daddy! Tony Stark
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“Can you hand me that ornament?” you ask your fiancé, Tony, as you’re standing on a step stool to decorate the Christmas tree in the communal living room you share with the Avengers. You might as well have been talking to a ghost because he is much busier ogling you than he is with paying attention to what he’s supposed to do until you snap him out of it.
“Tony, hey! My ornament, please?” You snap your fingers a couple of times in front of his face, a chuckle audible as he shakes his head to return to reality. He had drifted off into a daydream when he saw some skin on your back as your Christmas sweater had lifted, and he immediately thought back to the way his fingers grazed that spot earlier today as he had you bent over on the bed.
“I- uhm, sorry,” he says shyly, reaching for the red and gold ornament you’ve asked him twice for. His cheeks are flushed with a deep red color, making him look adorable as you take the ornament from his hand, your fingers brushing past one another as you do. Your lips curl into a smile as you take a moment to take in the sight before you - a shy Tony whose cheeks have turned redder than ever before, all because he got caught in the middle of a daydream.
“It’s okay, Handsome. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?” A wink follows your words, and Tony nods before quickly turning around and grabbing two more ornaments for you to use. Your two cats, Sun and Moon, are napping in one of the countless cat beds you have strewn all over your penthouse and communal living spaces, and he melts a little at the sight.
“Aren’t they adorable like this?” You come down from your step stool as you stand beside your fiancé. He hums in approval, and you two stand there for a few more moments before you grab one of the ornaments from his hands and return to decorating the tree because there’s still much to do before your Secret Santa tonight.
“Do you want to help me bake the cookies once this is done? I want to make a few different kinds, and I think they-” motioning at your cats “-will be napping for a while longer. She doesn’t need another bottle until dinner either, so I think it might be fun to make some Christmas cookies together.”
“Hmm, there’s nothing else I would love more than to help you, Sugar,” Tony says as he comes to stand behind you, his hand lying on your ass as he does.
“Can you two keep your hands to yourselves? Not everyone wants to see you two touching each other like that every time they walk into a room,” a familiar voice says. You laugh loudly, and Tony doesn’t move his hand as he turns his head.
“Careful, or I’ll tell Laura you’re staring at us while we’re having an intimate moment!” Tony quips back at Clint, who picked up one of his arrows that stayed behind after cleaning them earlier. The archer flips him off with a chuckle before leaving you two to what you were doing. You have gotten rather close with all of the Avengers, and it isn’t uncommon for Clint to call you two out during moments like this, but you don’t mind because you know it comes from a place of love.
After one more squeeze, Tony lets go of you to grab the last ornaments needed to finish decorating. When you’re done, you take a step back to admire your hard work in full. You feel your fiancé’s hands slipping onto your waist and his chest pressing against your back, and a flutter of butterflies goes wild in your stomach at the closeness.
“You did an amazing job as always, Sugar. ‘M so proud of you!” His words are emphasized by a few soft kisses on your head that have you smiling wide. As you’re standing here together, you take a moment to bask in the closeness, and Tony can’t help but do the same as he nuzzles his nose into your hair, your sweetly scented shampoo reminding him of some amazing things you’ve shared.
“I love you, Tony, but we’re on a bit of a tight schedule, so it’s time to bake cookies now!” you let him know, and he chuckles before letting you go, his cheeks still showing the flush from earlier when you turn around. Your hands cup his cheeks before standing on your tiptoes and kissing the tip of his nose, which warms his cheeks under your fingers.
“I love you too, Sugar. Thank you for brightening my days,” he whispers, and you smile at him before letting go and making your way to the kitchen. Tony gently picks up the bed that Sun and Moon are lying on. They don’t seem to be disturbed as he takes them to the kitchen where you’re getting some supplies ready, and the oven is already preheating.
Over the next two and a half hours, you and Tony spend some much-needed quality time in the kitchen - from preparing the different kinds of cookie dough to cutting them out, baking and decorating them, it’s like you two are a well oiled machine with the way you two are going at it.
“Ready for the last batch to go in?” you ask Tony as he’s finishing a few sugar cookies that are being piped to look like snowflakes. Never in a million years would you have guessed that someone like him would be good at decorating cookies, but in hindsight, you’re not surprised at all - he has very skilled hands after all.
“Absolutely! And when they’re in, I think it’s time we take a small break until they’re done!” The enthusiasm with which he says it has you raising your eyebrow in a questioning way, though you also can’t help but melt a little at how excited he is at the thought of taking a break with you.
“It’s not like I could every say no to you and your cute face,” you tell him with a chuckle, which makes a dark red flush appear on his cheeks. While he has the art of complimenting you down to perfection, he still has a long way to go when it comes to receiving compliments, and you can’t help but look at him in awe when he turns into the shy boy you’ve come to know and love, too.
As soon as the cookies are in the oven, Tony guides you to sit on the bit of space on the counter that he cleared. He steps between your legs before pulling you towards the edge.
“Much better,” he murmurs with a small smile before trailing some kisses over your jaw and down your neck, his teeth sometimes nipping at your sensitive spots as you moan only loud enough for the two of you to hear. His fingers dig into your thighs while yours are tugging gently on his chocolate brown locks, the moment making it feel like you’re floating and going to heaven.
“Tony,” you moan softly, his lips curling into a smirk as he nips at your jaw. Your entire body feels like it is on fire from the time he spent leaving his marks. Unfortunately, the moment is rudely interrupted by the dinging of the oven, letting you know that your last batch of gingerbread cookies is ready to be taken out.
As soon as your fiancé steps away, you feel like a piece of you is missing, and the room has turned significantly colder without him being this close to you. Thankfully, you don’t have to wait long for his return because as soon as the cookies are on the cooling rac, he’s back in his original spot, his hands now cupping your cheeks.
“Have I told you that you look beautiful today?” Even though it’s a relatively straightforward question, you can’t help but feel like your entire body is catching fire as he asks it. From the top of your head to the tips of your toes, every last bit feels like it’s blushing as you try to hide your face in his neck, but to no avail - he won’t let you hide that easily.
“Oh no, there’s no hiding from me, Sugar! Now that you’ve said yes to marrying me, I will tell you even more how much I love you and how beautiful you are. So I suggest you better get used to it while you can.” The smirk on his lips makes you melt in his hold, and you lean forward to kiss his lips gently. It’s followed by a kiss on the tip of your nose, and then Tony steps back, ready to help you off the counter.
As soon as your legs are steady again, Tony kisses your head, making you smile like an idiot, before turning around to get ready to do some more decorating of the cookies. Tonight, you’ll be doing Secret Santa with the Avengers and tasked to ensure there are plenty of snacks for everyone, and baking for them is a love language you’ll happily indulge in.
“If you continue the sugar cookies, I’ll do these gingerbread cookies while Sun’s bottle is warming up, okay? I saw she’s awake again, so I think I’m giving her an early bottle today,” you tell Tony, who wholeheartedly agrees. Soon after, the bottle for your kitten, Sun, is warming while she and Moon are playing with a toy already in their cat bed, making the most adorable of noises as they do.
Once all the cookies are done, you let out a sigh of relief as you look at them, pride flowing through your body as Tony places his hands on your shoulders while standing behind you. Neither of you can stop smiling as you let yourself melt into his touch for a moment, the warmth of his body welcomed more than ever.
“I’ll get our blanket ready if you get her bottle, okay? Then we can maybe watch a movie as we cuddle with our babies,” Tony offers, and you happily agree with his idea. Once you’re on the couch - both your and Tony’s legs are covered by a large blanket, Moon is in Tony’s arms, and Sun is in yours as she drinks from her bottle of milk - you feel a moment of peace come over you as you put your head on your husband-to-be’s shoulder.
“Where do you want to get married?” Tony asks, and for a moment, it’s completely silent. You’ve thought of many places where you could tie the knot, but lately, one place stands out when you think about it.
“Well, I have some thoughts, but you can always say no if you don’t want to do it, okay?” you ask, and he nods in agreement.
“It may sound silly, but ever since I proposed to you, I’ve been secretly doing some wedding planning on the side - nothing major, of course, just figuring out where I want to get married, what type of dress I like, things like that - and there’s one thing that I think will make our wedding day perfect. I’ve been going through many files and found out that your Mom and Dad got married in Italy, and I think it would be a beautiful honor to get married in the same place as them.”
Tony’s mouth is slightly agape as he looks at you with an adoring look, tears forming at his waterline as he lets the news settle in that you’ve thought about getting married in the same place as his parents, even though you never had the chance to meet them. Your thumb wipes away some of the tears trickling down his cheek, and he nods enthusiastically as he doesn’t trust his voice right now.
“Without them getting married there, I never would have had the chance to get to know and fall in love with you, Tony, so I think there’s nothing more fitting than the beginning of our marriage to be in the same place as theirs. It resulted in you, after all,” you tell him with a chuckle. He laughs loudly as he wipes the tears from his cheeks. Moon has shifted from his lap to his chest to comfort him as well.
“It’s okay, Buddy, Daddy’s not sad. Mommy just made him so happy he couldn’t hold back his tears,” Tony says gently as he kisses Moon between his ears, who purrs audibly. Your mouth curls into a smile as you look at them, and Tony looks at you before leaning over and kissing your cheek. You’ve been thinking about it for months, and now that you’ve finally told Tony about your idea, you’re even more excited to say yes to him one day.
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“What do you think I should wear to dinner?” you ask Tony, holding up two dress options. One is a stunning black off-shoulder dress highlighting all your curves, and the other is a low-cut red velvet dress with gold accessories. While he gifted you both options not too long ago, you’ve been indecisive about what to wear, and you’re hoping that his choosing for you will make it easier, though there isn’t really a choice. You already know which one he’ll pick between these two.
“Hmm, while I know you will look beautiful in both, I think I’m choosing the burgundy for tonight and the black one for when we go out for dinner on New Year’s Eve,” he offers, and your mouth curls into a smile as this is exactly what you anticipated would happen. If there’s one thing Tony loves, it is you dressing in his colors, and the excited flush on his cheeks makes him even cuter than he already is.
“Thank you,” you whisper before pecking him on the lips and turning around, leaving him breathless as he discovers you were hiding some deep red lingerie behind the dresses you showed him. The sway of your hips immediately has him wanting more of you, and he can’t help but follow, the belt he was putting on now being discarded on his way into the large walk-in closet.
Before you’ve had a chance to properly hang up the black dress and lie the red one down, you feel your fiancé’s hands gently digging into your hips, his lips already on the sensitive spot in your neck as he groans softly, his pants growing tighter by the second.
“You’re such a little tease tonight, huh? First, showing me the red dress, knowing full well that’s the one I’d pick, and then revealing you’re only wearing some of your sluttiest lingerie for me? You’ve been serving yourself on a pretty platter for me to enjoy, right?”
His words come out in a breathy voice, his rapidly hardening length already poking against your lower back as your head falls to the side, giving him all the access he wants while your chest rises and falls quicker as your heart rate and breathing are faster than before.
“Tony, we- we shouldn’t do this right now,” you say with a giggle, as he’s already moving to unbutton his pants with one hand, his other hand kneading your breast as he looks over your shoulder at what he’s doing. He hums as an answer, knowing you want this just as much as he does right now. As your eyes slip shut, you can hear the distinct sound of the zipper being pulled down, which elicits a soft moan from you.
“Is that so? Well, I think that if I were to slip my fingers in your lacey little panties, your sweet pussy would tell me something different,” he says, and without missing a beat, he does exactly that. Your legs spread a little to make room for the thickness of his digits sliding through your soaked folds, an excited hum audible as he takes his time to play with your sensitive clit.
“Please!” The word comes out in a soft whine, your head falling against his shoulder as Tony’s cock throbs in excitement, his hand wrapped around it as he gently strokes himself. Without warning, he bends you over the large dresser that’s in the middle of the closet, your ass being beautifully exposed as he does. With the hand that’s now free, he lands two loud slaps on your ass, that have you moaning loudly.
“That’s it, moan for me like a good slut,” he encourages you before pulling your panties to the side and sliding his tip into your tight pussy, still well aware of the fact that even though you two don’t have much time, he doesn’t want to hurt you by giving you more than you can take, either. With clenched teeth, he takes the time to stretch you, your mind slowly going blank as you grab onto the dresser’s edge as he does.
“Such a perfect girl, letting Daddy fuck her whenever his dick gets hard from you walking around like this.”
A brutal pace follows the words as he bends himself over your back, his hand being placed on your throat without squeezing, giving him enough leverage to fuck you senseless. Your moans turn louder and louder with every thrust, his thickness sliding in and out effortlessly as your pussy gushes around him constantly. As your orgasm quickly builds, you grab Tony’s hair to pull on it, which is followed by him biting down on your shoulder while the pleasure builds rapidly.
“D-Daddy, fuck- I’m c-close!” you tell him, your words barely audible as the pleasure is taking over every fiber of your being, your blood feeling like lava inside your veins as the pleasure takes you under until you’re clenching down on your fiancé’s cock, which is followed by his orgasm as he cums deep inside you with a loud groan of your name.
“Take it, fucking take my cum- You’ll get so fucking pregnant tonight, I’m sure of it,” he groans as he’s panting above you, a small layer of sweat on your skin as you’re coming down from your high. For a moment, you cannot say a single thing as you’re shaking and trembling in your future husband’s hold, his cock still nestled deep inside you despite him having gone soft and being overly sensitive.
“I love you, my sweet, beautiful, and amazing Sugar,” he whispers as he kisses the sensitive bite mark he left on your shoulder - it’s not enough to have drawn blood. Still, it definitely will bruise, and you’ll wear his mark with pride as you’re having dinner with the Avengers and all the others soon. With a dopey smile on your face, you get back up before putting your panties back in place, ensuring Tony’s cum will stay nestled inside you for as long as possible.
“Will you help zip me up, Handsome?” you ask Tony not long after you’ve slipped into the dress, though it took you quite some time to finally regain your composure without trembling on your legs like a baby deer. He’d done a real number on you and your body when he took you like he couldn’t wait any longer, but you wouldn’t change it for the world, especially after seeing his fucked out face when he tried to get himself looking decent again.
“Hmm, I’d rather help you get it off, not on,” his words followed by a chuckle as you roll your eyes at his comment, but he still does what you asked. As you take a moment to smooth out the fabric of your dress while looking at yourself in the mirror, he stands behind you, one of his hands sliding from your hip to your belly as he crosses your gaze.
“You’ll be the most beautiful woman ever when you carry my baby.” The words come out as more of a whisper, but they still set your cheeks on fire as you cover his large hand with your significantly smaller one. There’s a comfortable silence between you two as you bask in the closeness and the thought that Tony has thought about the way you look while pregnant. You two have discussed babies before but haven’t ever gotten too deep into it, so while it isn’t a huge surprise, it still makes your heart beat faster from excitement.
After a few more moments together, it’s finally time for you and Tony to go to the communal kitchen, where the dining table has already been set, and the private chefs Tony hired to prepare a delicious Christmas dinner have been working hard to make your evening unforgettable. However, before you two can head there, he has a small surprise for you.
“It might be a bit silly, but I hung up a surprise for us in the living room,” Tony tells you, his cheeks slightly red as he confesses to his actions. While you have a feeling you know what he did, you still go and check it out to be sure - and your hunch was correct. In your favorite spot - in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking Manhattan - is a mistletoe, which makes you smile broadly. While it might be a simple gesture to most people, it’s a massive one to you as you stand underneath it, your hand outstretched for him to join.
“It appears a mistletoe has suddenly appeared, so it’s only fitting we honor the tradition that comes with it,” you say. Tony smiles brightly as he steps in front of you, his fingers intertwining with yours before he ducks his head slightly, kissing your lips softly, making the world around you feel like it’s fading. There’s nothing other than you and Tony, your lips on his, and your souls connecting right now.
You two are only pulled from your moment when you feel a familiar feeling against your leg as your cat Moon pushes his body against it, wanting some attention, too. He follows it with a few soft meows, and you can’t help but smile as you pull away from your fiancé’s lips. Your black cat, Moon, is known for interrupting moments like this when he feels like getting attention, and he’s too spoiled not to do it, seeing how you give in every time.
“I believe someone else might want some attention, too, don’t you, Moon?” You ask as you let your hand glide over his back, a soft purr audible as you do. Tony takes a step back to admire how you interact because even though he prefers to be with Tony most of the time, he also loves getting attention from you, and you’re more than happy to give it to him every time he asks for it. Your mind flashes back to when you first rescued him when he was a little kitten, and he has come from far to be where he is now - a spoiled, well-loved cat with all his heart desires and more.
“Shall we take you and your little sister to dinner with us? Maybe Bucky will bring Miss Alpine too, and all three of you can have some fun, too,” you ask, and Moon immediately meows in response. He always brings a smile to your face, making you fall in love with him more every day as you look at him and the cat he has become since you rescued him a few years ago.
“Let’s head to the kitchen, Sugar. I’m starting to get hungry after you’ve worn me out the way you did,” your fiancé says with a small smile, though you both know it was him who wore you out when he fucked you the way he did not too long ago. Still, you happily agree before taking his hand and leading him to the elevator, Moon following closely behind.
While you open the elevator doors, Tony picks up a cat bed from the couch, where Sun is napping. Moon is patiently waiting for his Dad to join you both. Your face splits into an excited smile as soon as he comes into sight, and as usual, your happiness cannot be contained as you look at how handsome he looks in his black suit. He often wears suits for work, but something about him wearing all black has you squeezing your thighs in excitement.
He pecks your lips softly as the elevator doors close, and soon, you find yourself getting the last things ready in the dining room, which is already lavishly decorated with every last bit of Christmas decoration known to man. Just as you’re about to light the last few candles on the table, you’re suddenly stopped by your best friend and Avenger, Natasha, as she puts a hand on your shoulder.
“I know you two have a thing for marking one another, but this…” Natasha says with a small smirk. “...I approve,” she follows with a wink, making your cheeks set on fire as she examined the bite mark Tony left earlier. It’s less red than before, but the bruising is already starting to happen, making it more evident than you thought. You still wear it with pride, showing your commitment to the man you love. It also gives you a mental note to mark him up like this at some point so he can walk around wearing your marks, too.
Once everything is ready, everyone slowly shows up. Steve and Bucky come in wearing simple black-and-white suits, their fingers intertwined, while Bucky carries Alpine in his free arm. Clint and Laura walk in looking beautiful in their matching purple dress and suit. Thor and Loki are dressed in the finest Asgardian clothing, making them look out of this world, and Bruce and Natasha have gone for classic black.
“Can I have everyone’s attention?” Tony asks as he stands up, the conversations between everyone slowly dying down before there’s nothing but silence - apart from the soft purring audible from the three cats that are having the time of their life during this Christmas dinner with all the attention they’re getting.
“I want to thank you all for being here tonight because it wouldn’t have been as fun if some of you were missing. If there is one thing that the past year has taught me, it’s nothing more important than being with the people you love, and I’m happy to see you all. Everyone here tonight has a special place in my heart, and I’m happy to say you’re all part of my big, found family. None of us would be here tonight without one another,” he says with a slight smile, and everyone agrees.
“One thing I don’t say nearly enough times is that even though some of us may have had our differences before, I love you all deeply. And I love the furry babies - Sun, Moon, and Alpine, too. They brighten everyone’s days in ways they’re probably unaware of, but they are playing a big role in our lives, and I can’t get enough of their silly moments.”
“But there’s one person who I want to mention especially. Without her, I wouldn’t have been able to believe I was worthy of being loved, and I wouldn’t have been able to love myself. Sugar, I cannot thank you enough for showing me every day what it is like to be loved and being with me throughout everything we’ve been through. It’s surely not been easy, but without you, I wouldn’t have gotten through it at all, and I’m thankful that you’re the love of my life. You have made me believe in love again, and I cannot wait to marry you in a few months. I love you,” he finishes his little speech, which has brought tears to your eyes as you smile up at your future husband.
“I love you too, Tony,” you whisper before getting up and kissing him, sealing his words with a promise of loving him for the rest of your lives together. He may be quite a few years older than you, but you’re still looking forward to spending your best years with him as you grow your family. And you know he’ll look very handsome as a silver fox. Applause slowly erupts around the table when you two pull each other into a tight embrace, and there is not a single dry eye in the room when you’re sitting down again, ready to finish dinner before getting ready for Secret Santa.
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Once everyone is done having dinner, it’s finally time for the main event of the evening: a gift exchange in the form of Secret Santa. Everyone is spread out on different colored loveseats brought in from any place anyone could think of, ample chairs, and the floor around the fireplace, which burns in the communal living room area. There’s a comfortable atmosphere as everyone sips on a drink and converses until Tony grabs everyone’s attention again, wanting to get started.
“So, it’s only right that the first person to give their gift away will be this beautiful woman next to me, as she has graciously put this evening together for everyone. Will you do the honors, Sugar?” Tony asks softly. You nod before pecking him on the lips and getting up. The present is wrapped in a cylindrical package and topped with a large purple bow.
“Merry Christmas, Clint,” you say as you hand him the present, but you can’t get too far as he pulls you in for a hug while murmuring his thanks to you. With a large smile, you walk back to the loveseat you and Tony share before getting comfortable with his arm wrapped around your shoulder. Once seated, he kisses your cheek before looking at Clint, who’s quickly unwrapping his present.
“Oh my god-” is all he can bring out before he’s out of his seat and running over to you, pulling you in a hug while you’re still half in Tony’s hold. He uttered about a hundred thank yous as you two hugged. You have thought of the perfect gift, so make a mental note to thank Shuri when you speak to her again. When he finally lets you go, he cannot stop smiling as he looks at the Vibranium arrows he received from you, which were specially made by Shuri. He’s wanted some for a long time, and these will be perfect for taking on missions with him.
“Okay, now it’s my turn! Here you go,” he says to Bucky, who’s sitting one seat over. After a small thank you, he takes the tissue paper out of the bag he’s been given and pulls out two presents that make him laugh and nod in approval. He receives a mug with the text ‘Queer cat parent,’ as well as a shirt that reads ‘Be gay, do crime.’ It’s like they were made just for him.
After gently putting the presents to the side, he grabs a small package wrapped in black and gold paper and hands it to his oldest friend—other than Steve, of course—Natasha. She takes her time opening it, and when she finally does, she gasps loudly as she examines the set of custom Vibranium knives that Bucky has gifted her. The blades are of different lengths and all black, while the handles are deep red, resembling blood.
“I- wow. Thank you, Bucky,” she says as her cheeks turn dark red. While she would have been happy with any other type of knife, too, something about these has her appreciating him even more than she already did. They match her black widow aesthetic beautifully, and she’s either looking at them or doing tricks with them the rest of the night, showing off her expert knife skills.
“Before I give my gift away, I need to thank someone very special. Tony, thank you for helping me out with this present because, without you, I still would have been deciding what to give. You’re the best friend anyone could wish for, and Detka, you’re a pretty lucky lady with a man like yours,” she tells you, and then grabs her significantly sized gift from the pile in the middle of the circle you’re all sitting in.
“Merry Christmas!” Natasha practically drops the gift in Bruce’s lap because it is so heavy, a loud huff audible as it lands on his thighs. His glasses slide down his nose, and he quickly slides them back up before tearing the wrapping paper off to find a collection of science books he’s been dreaming of for years.
“I know you don’t like to spend money on yourself, so Tony figured it would be the perfect present-” is all she can say before her words are cut off with a kiss - it might not be the first one they’ve ever shared, but it is the first one they’re sharing in front of everyone. Other than you - Natasha told you as soon as they became official - no one knew that they’ve been secretly dating for a few months now, and tonight is the night they’re finally coming out with their secret, even if it wasn’t planned this way.
As you look at them with a smirk, Tony pulls you closer to him before whispering, “You knew about this, didn’t you?” With the same smirk on your face, you turn to him as you nod proudly, as you want nothing more than to see your best friend happy and in love. Then, when all the excitement in the room died down, it was Bruce’s turn to gift his present, and he got a beautiful pair of diamond earrings for Laura after Clint recommended that he get some.
“They’re lovely, Bruce. Thank you so much,” she says shyly, a blush on her cheeks as she takes in their beauty, almost forgetting that it’s now her turn to give someone their present. It turns out that now it is Tony’s turn, and he would never in a million years have been able to prepare for the gift he has gotten. Inside the bag is a set of edible underwear for you and him to enjoy as an engagement present, as well as two Santa hats - one for him and one for Moon - and a brooch with a matching tie pin in the form of a Sun, so you two can always carry your little girl close to your heart.
It doesn’t take long for Tony to put on the Santa hat and the one meant for Moon, even if he isn’t the biggest fan. Eventually, he warms up to the idea. Happily, he returns to his cuddle pile with Alpine and Sun while wearing it, which means everyone takes countless photos of the inseparable trio.
“Now that you’re wearing the Santa hat, does that mean I get to sit on your lap tonight and tell you what I want for Christmas?” you ask as you gently rake your nails over his chest, making goosebumps appear all over his body. He quickly nods in approval, not trusting the words that’ll come out of his mouth if he opens it. Then, as most drinks are now empty, you and Tony offer to fill up some drinks, and he quickly pulls you out of the room to get away for a moment.
“Tony?” you say as you’re in the kitchen, waiting for him to grab a few cartons of egg nog. He pokes his head around the fridge to look at you, his Santa hat swinging as he does. You smile as you look at his adorable expression.
“I know I asked you if I could tell you what I want for Christmas, but I already have everything and more right in front of me. I have an amazing future husband who takes care of every need and two amazing cats that are the light of my life,” you say, and Tony blushes deeply as you tell him. He’s still getting used to you saying things like this, even after being together for as long as you two have now.
“Aren’t you just the sweetest little thing?” he asks before closing the fridge door and walking over to where you’re standing. He leans in to kiss you softly, taking your breath away as he does. It’s a sweet, loving kiss that has your heart beating faster and the butterflies in your mind go wild. While you’re unsure if it’s possible, you love him even more than you did before, and his sweet words will melt your heart every time.
When he pulls away, you’re both standing there with wide grins on your faces, wanting the moment to last just a little longer as you intertwine your fingers with his.
“I love you so much, Tony. Thank you for choosing me every single day.”
“Thank you for being with me through my good and bad days. I love you more than I can ever describe.” His words make tears gather in your eyes as he pulls you in for a hug, sealing his words until it’s finally time to head back.
Before heading back to the gift exchange, you grab a few cartons of egg nog to ensure there is enough for everyone, and it is divided rapidly among everyone, allowing you to sit on the couch again. Tony pulls you to his side, where your fiancé feels safest. He knows he can always find safety at your side, and the ease with which he sinks into your body shows it.
“So, uhm- My turn?” Tony asks as he rakes his fingers through his dark brown locks, and everyone hums in agreement. He gets up with a small gift, but you know exactly what’s inside as you smile broadly. Thor is the recipient this time, and as he rips open the package, he finds a silver necklace with a thunder pendant on it and a voucher for a lifetime supply of his favorite pop-tarts.
“You two are the best, thank you!” he says, his Australian accent thickening as the night progresses. When he gets tired, it always gets more noticeable, and it never fails to make you smile. It’s Thor’s turn to give the gift he has gotten, and it is Steve’s turn to open it. Inside is an extensive palette of the most beautiful paints you have ever seen, and Steve can’t stop smiling as he examines every color with a careful eye.
“Thank you, Thor. These are amazing! I can’t wait to get some use out of them as I finish the portrait of Bucky I’ve been working on!” Steve says proudly, though his partner is less impressed as he turns bright red, knowing that Steve is working on a nude portrait of Bucky. Still, he smiles as he looks at the colors, too, and they’re some of the brightest, most beautiful colors he has ever seen.
“At this point, only two people are left to receive a gift, and I’m sorry to say you’ll have to wait a little longer, Y/N!” Steve says as he hands Loki a square package, which he graciously accepts. You smile in appreciation at Steve’s words, though you don’t mind being last because you enjoy everyone else opening their presents just as much as you love opening them yourself.
As Loki gently opens the package, he finds a large, handmade cloak with an emerald green lining, a black outside, and a beautiful pattern of swirls in thin gold thread. The clasp that keeps it closed is gold, which matches his other garments beautifully. He immediately tries it on, getting many nods and words of approval as the gold detailing shimmers in the light coming from the fireplace and Christmas tree lights.
“Now, I hope that I will have saved the best for last,” Loki says as he gifts you a square gift wrapped with emerald green paper, letting you know exactly who it came from.
“Merry Christmas, Y/N,” he says as you take it from him, the anticipation nearly becoming too much as you’re excited to see what is inside. Once you open it, you immediately gasp at the sight. Inside is a customized stethoscope that has your initials on it, but instead of the initial of your maiden name, it’s an ‘S’ for Stark because you’ll soon be Mrs. Stark, of course.
“I am speechless,” you say as you pick it up to examine it closer, the silver shining back at you as you fight the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. It doesn’t often happen that someone gives you such a thoughtful gift, but it warms your heart to know Loki had it made for you to use in the long run, as it’ll proudly show the initial of Tony’s last name.
“Thank you, Loki. It means a lot that you got me this,” you say as you get up to hug him, too, wanting to give him an extra special thank you. He then whispers another Merry Christmas before letting you go and sitting back down, the stethoscope proudly hanging around your neck. Once everyone has opened their gifts, it’s time to thoroughly check them out until it’s time for everyone to call it a night and head to bed.
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As soon as you’re back in your penthouse with Sun and Moon - vast asleep in their cat tower - Tony pulls you to the bedroom to get some much-needed cuddles. The past few days have been nothing but stress and running around to get everything ready on time, but now that you have had a successful Christmas dinner and Secret Santa, you can finally breathe a sigh of relief.
“I think I’m going to sleep the entire day tomorrow because I’m not getting up for anything or anyone after the days I’ve had,” you say with a chuckle as you take off the dress you’re wearing. Once you’re left in your lingerie, Tony unhooks the bra before you let it fall to the floor and walk over to the dresser, where you have your comfortable cotton panties, together with Tony’s shirts, waiting for you.
“Hmm, as long as you’ll be awake long enough for me to gift you one last present tomorrow, then we’re all good,” he says with a chuckle before disappearing into the en-suite bathroom, ready to do his nighttime routine. You follow shortly after, wearing nothing more than the panties and Tony’s shirt you picked out, ready to brush your teeth and call it a night.
“I think I’ll be able to manage that. But I don’t want to be awake before 10 AM, okay? A girl deserves to sleep in now and again.” He looks at you through your mirror, and you smile as he raises a brow in response. Still, he wouldn’t dare go against your wishes because he is always willing to give you everything you’ve ever asked for, and if sleeping in until 10 AM is what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.
Once you’re finally in bed and tucked away under the soft sheets, you quickly fall asleep with your future husband against your back, his large hand splayed over your belly and his face buried in your neck. The following day, Tony is up bright and early again, but he won’t wake you up before 10 AM, just like you asked, instead going to the kitchen to do some meal prep for you and the two long shifts you have ahead of you before New Year’s Eve, as well as making breakfast.
Then, at precisely the time you mentioned, Tony wakes you up as the smell of pancakes and coffee fills the air, and the sheets feel tighter by your feet, which means Sun and Moon have joined the two of you.
“Good morning, Sugar. It’s 10 AM, and I have one more surprise for you,” he says. You smile before nodding and getting comfortable in bed, your back against the headboard as a pillow supports your lower back. Soon, Tony is back on his side of the bed, with a present in his hand wrapped in gold and red wrapping paper, just like the colors of his Iron Man suit. After a whispered thank you, you quickly unwrap it to find a golden necklace with three charms. There’s a red ‘T,’ a small black Moon to represent your oldest cat, and an orange Sun to represent your kitten.
“Sadly, we can’t be together all the time due to me being gone for long missions sometimes, and you are working long shifts as the best surgeon SHIELD has ever known, but this way, you can carry us wherever you go, Sugar.”
“Tony… I love it. Thank you so much,” you say as your fingers glide over the beautiful charms, complementing each other perfectly. He has thought this gift through to the last little detail, and it’s the best present he has given you - apart from your engagement ring, of course. You lean in for a few kisses, his facial hair tickling your skin as he does, but you can’t stop smiling while holding the present.
“Would you like for me to put it on you?” You immediately nod, and it doesn’t take long for him to have the clasp closed, making it official. You’ll always be able to carry your husband-to-be and your cats with you, no matter where you’re going. While your Christmas was fantastic, it has become the perfect holiday. Now, you can finally look forward to being spoiled by your fiancé on New Year’s Eve, as it promises to be one never to forget.
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part2 of my domestic fluff headcanons of the ghosts because this fandom is allergic to happiness! (Pt1)
- Hetty one day decided to start saying some insane shit to keep up with the rest of them. Flower, Thor and Alberta LIVED life and she felt left out so ‘once i snorted cocaine out of a Narwhal tusk’ was born and she never looked back. (side note what the fuck hetty mate)
- It becomes a game to her and only her to see how insane she gets before she gets called out but the others have equally insane stories so everyone just shrugs like yeah okay
- everything she’s said about the factories and her actual drug usage is true though, which is why no one questions the more batshit stuff.
- When Jay put up the picture of Elias in Hetty’s room, Thor spent an hour swinging his axe at it to try and take it down. Hetty watched him for all of 45 seconds before just leaving him to it.
- Isaac canonically wants a puppy and I think he wears Sam down enough to get a puppy poster next to his dinosaur bed. He’s just a little guy who knows what he wants when he wants it.
-Sam and Jay start marketing his room as a child’s room on the BnB because of it and he Freaks Out (TM) until he sees a little boy absolutely Lose His Shit over the dinosaur bed. Then Issac is like that Emma Roberts gif where it’s reluctant acceptance.
-He is forced to sleep in the library during the days when kids stay.
-Hetty comes with him so he’s not alone.
-Some kids who come to the BnB can see a ghost. Not all of them at once, usually just one. It varies and they start keeping a growing tally of who is winning.
-Thor is seen by the most kids naturally. Sass is next and he often tells them stories to help put them to sleep.
- Hetty is only seen by children under the age of 2. Babies stop crying when they see her and reach out for her. She sits with them at night to stop them from crying and let everyone else get some rest.
- Those three are seen the most often but Alberta is able to connect with a few adolescent kids who seem to be having some personal trouble. She’s able to impart some wisdom each time (Sam had to scold her for telling a girl she should remove her bullies teeth with pliers like her bootlegger boyfriend used to do)
- Isaac can be seen and it’s usually by autistic kids who are having a rough time at night or LGBTQ adolescents.
- The others are hardly, if ever, seen. They deduce that Pete’s arrow, Trevor’s no pants deal and Flower’s spacey nature/bear attack wounds are too much for kids so the powers that be aren’t permitting it.
-There’s a growing number of ND!Hetty headcanons which I love and see but i think we need to pay attention to the fruity ass soldier over here too. Autistic!Isaac and ADHD!Hetty have my heart.
- As soon as Trevor learns about Duolingo he’s on that shit to learn French as quickly as he can. Purely to fuck with Hetty.
- Flower’s ‘who are you again’ to Pete schtick is just to fuck with him. She knows exactly who he is. She gets joy out of his reluctance acceptance when she forgets his name again. It’s her version of ‘Landship!’ which Thor does because of funny.
- Trevor and Pete randomly started arguing about who’s more athletic between the two and they decide to have a race. Pete absolutely smokes Trevor. (Thor smokes the pair of them but he wasn’t in the race in the first place)
- Trevor’s all “whatever i have a bad heart!” but he’s actually so wounded he lost he’s like a kicked puppy. Then he starts training as if he’s going to run a marathon. Jay has a treadmill and the next thing you know. No-Pants is on that thing.
- hetty is the most susceptible to brain rot and she’s walking around the manor saying Italian brain rot memes like Tung Tung Tung Sahur.
I’m gonna make another post about my Visible To Kids story idea coz i actually love it.
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valenteal · 6 months ago
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Oh my god I keep forgetting how some people in the Star Wars fandom see Anakin and then someone likes my long ranting reply and I just get reminded all over again.
And I know. I KNOW that I can’t change everyone’s mind and that it’s far from the most problematic issue I could be debating. But GOD does it piss me off when people say that Anakin was selfish or he should’ve just left the Jedi Order if he didn’t agree with them. Like… did no one ever teach you about recognizing a cult or its tactics? Do people not understand that the Jedi are literally brainwashed and have no “worldly possessions” and that leaving the order means striking out on your own, probably on Coruscant, with no money or job? Have people not payed attention to any of the NUMEROUS red flags? Do people just see that the Jedi staunchly oppose the obviously evil sith and decide they are saints?! Do people not recognize that the Jedi have literally committed genocide??? Like… the Jedi started the conflict with the Sith. They wiped out their entire civilization because of religious dogma. What are people not getting about that!?!?
And Anakin’s mental state. Oh my fucking god! Are people blind to the fact that he’s been groomed and manipulated for years by both the sith and the Jedi and is suffering from a severe mental breakdown during RotS??? Like. Even if you don’t know enough about psychology to recognize and understand BPD and a splitting episode it should still be obvious that he is NOT in his right mind through no fault of his own?!?! He’s traumatized after just coming back from literal WAR, he hasn’t been sleeping because he’s having premonitions of his wife DYING IN CHILDBIRTH EVERY NIGHT, his already feeble support system is in fucking shambles, and a guy he’s trusted for years is suddenly revealed to be an evil mastermind but the person standing against that evil mastermind is someone who has distrusted and scorned Anakin for just as long as the evil mastermind has been his mentor and confidant!!!!!!!!!
I don’t get it and I’m literally crying right now because I just don’t understand how people can’t feel empathy for Anakin and just want to vilify him while putting the people who hurt him on a pedestal. All it took for Anakin to come back to the light was ONE person believing in him. If you somehow missed that the original trilogy is about how love saves people and the prequel trilogy is about how denying love DESTROYS people then I don’t know how to help you.
No seriously I’m crying right now I know people are sheep who want to follow the pretty light and see the people in the marble castle with the gorgeous gardens and peaceful philosophy as good. I get it. But open your fucking eyes!!!!!!!! Being detached from reality and your emotions is not a healthy way to live and I don’t want people like that in positions of power and authority. EMPATHY! COMPASSION! These are the things Anakin embodies that the Jedi largely discard in favor of being cold and distant. The only Jedi who don’t are rebellious af. Qui-Gon (who is still problematic but at least he fucking cares), Obi-wan (was never a fucking golden boy, he almost wasn’t a Jedi and contemplated leaving on MULTIPLE occasions!), Quinlan Voss (no explanation needed here, man wasn’t even raised in the temple), Aayla Secura (Quinlan’s Padawan and the only Jedi we ever see actually contemplating the morality of the Clone War and having a discussion about it and actually LISTENING to what a non-Jedi has to say), Ahsoka (again no explanation needed, she fucking left and didn’t look back), Cal Kestis (has multiple crises about Jedi philosophy throughout the games and eventually decides Fuck It and becomes a much better and less confused person for it)… I could go on but you get the picture right?! You do get this? The Jedi Order was a toxic environment that messed people up so badly and never acknowledged their own flaws until it literally killed them all. Every single tragedy that happened to the Jedi was a direct consequence of their actions and literally all of their biggest enemies originated from within their own ranks!
At least Palpatine was decent enough to put literal red flags all over the Temple when he went and made it his palace!!! Because you know… he turned the Jedi temple into a palace with minimal cosmetic changes and that should REALLY tell you something!
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isaidyoulookshitty · 7 months ago
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idk it is so upsetting to me that veilguard is the first dragon age game i won't be replaying. when i was 15 i played origins so many times (almost a dozen) it is one of the only games i have ever 100% finished. da2 was the same! and while i didn't make it through as many playthroughs of inquisition i put hundreds of hours into it and made an effort to get to the bottom of everything the game threw at me. until veilguard, i had bought every available dragon age dlc for all games, tried to play almost every route given in the story choices, and spent hours reading through codex entries to soak up as much lore as i could.
veilguard has rendered all of that completely null.
it feels almost spiteful at this point that this new frakenspliced bioware cared so little to honor the bones and meat of the first three games. 15 years i have spent loving and cherishing (and criticizing) this franchise and now i feel like a fucking idiot for it. my grey warden? canonically awol and never addressed again. hawke? irrelevant and, for some players, potentially stuck in the fade forever. inquisitor? stripped of any complexity or depth i had given her in favor of the most syrupy, out of character fairytale true love's kiss ending with a man that shattered her worldview and broke her heart. how do you take 10 years to craft an ending this dissatisfying and thoughtless?
and the world i spent a decade and a half fighting for, shaping with player choices, and calling home? gone. "overwhelmed by the blight." literally scorched earth for the next game to build on with whatever the writers pull out of their ass to make players forget all about the original dragon age. it's tragic! disrespectful to longtime fans at best, at worst it feels intentional and like i am being made the butt of a joke told by writers who in the promotional material sound like they could not even be assed to play the games they're attempting to draw from. veilguard is just a product to be sold, not a story worthy of The Dragon Age Setting.
and i haven't even touched on all my gripes with the game's writing, the sanitization of any canon conflict that could be uncomfortable or difficult to address, the stale and cutesy therapyspeak and lessons in basic morality that are baked into every in-game interaction (most of which are shallow and all the same anyways) compared to the dialogue trees from the other 3 games. it is so frustrating to see that the devs chose to cave to a decade of vitriolic fandom politics in favor of addressing the kettle they wrote themselves into.
instead of hand-waving racism toward elves, the panic over qunari, the isolation of the dwarves, the corruption of the chantry, the abuse in the circles of magi, and slavery in tevinter, we should have been given the chance to confront all of it. to put a real end to it. we will never get to do that now. in fact, in their failure to follow through, bioware has only succeeded in exacerbating all of these issues. they have made the elves, which they have openly ADMITTED were "inspired" by Jewish and indigenous peoples, their mouthpiece for white guilt and shame passed down from one's ancestors (while also gutting elves' religion, culture, history, social differences, etc. i could go on). they PERPETUATE the same stereotypes of barbarity, violence, and warmongering imposed on the qunari by the rest of thedas by continuing to make them an opposing enemy force with the exception being a couple of friends they have neatly packaged for us. the unsatisfying conclusion to the mage-templar schism in inquisition is inconsequential. who the player chose to HEAD THE SOUTHERN CHANTRY as divine is deliberately made irrelevant. the dwarves are still isolated and ignorant of their origins save for harding (assuming she doesn't end up killed) and a single closed-off group. and the slaves in tevinter (again, mostly elves)? conveniently kept out of sight and conversation when we finally get to minrathous. everything that happened to fenris to make him the character he is, arguably the most impactful and sympathetic out of all the da2 companions, is not even addressed, much less tackled. all of it is swept under the rug.
i wanted dragon age: dreadwolf. i wanted a solid conclusion to a story almost 20 years in the making. a dragon age reboot might even have been a great idea somewhere down the line, but this was not the game to do it with. it was supposed to be a sequel and they couldn't even get that right. did i enjoy parts of it? of course! i finished it! but i won't be doing it again. the game clearly intends you to, considering a significant portion is locked away by decisions players are forced to make pretty early on, but i can't make myself do it. it makes me way too sad.
i could go on about how i, a queer and nonbinary adult fan, thought their handling of gender and LGBTQIA+ identities was heavy-handed, infantilizing, and felt so out of place within the setting it makes easy fodder for the "woke=broke" crowd that wouldn't have been receptive to queer rep anyway, but that would need to be another post in itself. not to mention the romance! unfortunate that i chose to romance lucanis not knowing his is now notorious for a lack of content, meaningful dialogue, pacing, and actual development. i won't even get to see the other romances in comparison because, as i have said, i will not be replaying.
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heythinkyface · 27 days ago
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GOLDENHEART HEADCANONS
It is the good year of 2025 and I have just gotten into Nimona and the greatness that it is, so I am here to bring you some Goldenheart content that I feel is much needed.
Yes, I am two years late to the party. I was stubborn and refused to watch it during it's prime when it came out because I was 'too cool for that' and now I am joining a dead-ish fandom.
Ballister is a tea guy, and Ambrosius is a coffee guy. Going off of that, Bal doesn't like his tea sweet, but Ambrosius loveeessss his coffee really sweet.
Bal is a cat guy, and Ambrosius is a dog guy. Simple, ya know.
Bal knows how to line dance.
Bal LOVES to kiss Ambrosius on his forehead, temple, hair, etc. It's his way of saying I love you without really saying it.
They both wear glasses, but Ambrosius tends to favour contacts as it just makes life easier. Ambrosius also has a really soft spot for Bal in glasses (but he won't admit that)
They are both pretty good dancers. That probably comes from the knight training; it's almost like choreography!
Ambrosius LOVES to take selfies of the two of them (and just of Bal), and as much as Bal hates being in pictures, he will do anything to make Ambrosius smile.
During their Knight training, they would often sneak out and go for a ride on their horses. It was one of the only moments they got to themselves.
Ballister's go-to pet name is darling, whereas Ambrosius' is my love.
Bal is an emotional crier, whereas Ambrosius tends to keep it bottled up.
Ballister 100% knows how to crochet/knit.
They both know how to cook pretty decently, but Ambrosius is the one who ends up cooking more often than not.
Bal loves to read. Their place is FULL of books.
More often than not, when they are chilling at home, Bal takes his prosthesis off. It's more comfortable for him, but sometimes he forgets he doesn't have it on. On days when it is just far too uncomfortable to wear it, he gets very easily frustrated trying to do things. Ambrosius is swamped by guilt.
Bal gets real bad phantom pains sometimes. It's like that itch deep in your ear or throat that you can never itch. On those days, he often ends up sobbing in bed, with Ambrosius rubbing his back. It's the only comfort he can offer.
Ambrosius is ever so slightly taller, but he is slightly leaner than Bal. Bal is ever so slightly shorter, but is more buff (in Ambrosius' words)
Ambrosius will often wrap his arms around Bal's waist, resting his chin on his shoulder when Bal is doing something. All he wants is to be near Bal and hold him close, and Bal will always let him.
When Bal gets sick, it's just another day, and he will deal with it. When Ambrosius gets sick, you'd think the world was ending.
Bal used to call Ambrosius Golden Boy as a silly nickname, but after their fight, Ambrosius can no longer stand being called that. The first time Bal did it, even as a silly, harmless joke, he turned to find Ambrosius on the verge of tears. It wasn't said again after that.
Ambrosius likes video games, but Bal doesn't. But he will play with Ambrosius if he asks.
Ambrosius suffers from panic attacks, and they can get pretty nasty.
He also suffers from really bad guilt, which in turn has deeply affected his mental health.
Bal is a really good singer, and often sings/hums to himself as he is doing things. More than once, Ambrosius has just sat and listened to him.
Ballister is so good with children. Ambrosius, not so much. If you hand him a baby, he'll just hold it out until someone (most usually Bal) comes and takes it from him. It's not that he doesn't like children; he's just scared of them.
They often share clothing, and Ambrosius can hardly deal with it when he sees Bal wearing one of his hoodies or t-shirts. It drives him insane (in a very good way), and more often than once, it's ended up with both their clothing on the floor.
They're both late 20s/early 30s. Ballister is slightly older, by just a couple of months.
Ballister likes to lay his head on Ambrosius' lap. Ambrosius will run his fingers through Bal's hair until Bal eventually (and always) dozes off.
Bal has trouble sleeping.
Ambrosius is an early bird, and Bal is a night owl.
Ambrosius would be the one to propose.
Bal loves museums.
Bal is weirdly good with animals, too. Like, they just flock to him. One time, an injured bird was found and brought to him, and he stayed up day and night to make sure it lived. It did, and often comes back to visit for treats, which Ballister is always happy to provide.
Ambrosius is more of a festival guy, whereas Bal much prefers a theatre trip.
Ballister was the one who kissed Ambrosius first. It was during a late-night sparring match back at the Institute.
Bal fell first, and Ambrosius fell harder.
Listen, I could go on for years about these two. But for now, I shall leave it here. I need more Nimona content in 2025. Give me a Goldenheart series pls and thx xoxoxox
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postcardsfromheapside · 5 months ago
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So I finished my DA2 replay, and I had wondered if I would feel differently after taking my time with it, and with the perspective of Veilguard. And yes, in small ways I do, but about the series and about Anders, I don't. That is to say: I think Veilguard is a fucking fantastic capper to the series (I mean, pray there is more, "hope for the best, expect the worst" as the Mel Brooks song goes), and Anders is relatably angry, even if the "betrayal" is frustrating and heart-breaking.
Also, there's just too much Dragon Age just the same way there's too much Tolkien, it's just that I can relisten to Tolkien via audiobook while I work and don't have time to constantly replay Dragon Age to absorb every little detail that my broken brain forgets (and I'm pretty good with lore) and I wish parts of this fandom were more curious than scathing about things they've obviously forgotten. Or skipped through, according to some of them, because I guess the context of dialogue and a cut scene isn't necessary for some of them to weigh in on things.
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First of all.
Can these two just fuck already. Watching Cassandra go from throwing him around to absolutely ENTHRALLED by Varric's complete bullshit is just going to make it so much better when I hit the "Guilty Pleasures" quest again in DA:I. This woman is SEDUCED by his story-telling, and you *cannot* convince me he wasn't gagging on his power trip.
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Second.
I never played Mark of the Assassin before, and had completely forgotten Felicia Day was in DA2, and laughed like hell. I really enjoyed it. I haven't really used a stealth option in a game since leaving Skyrim for other stuff (do we ever really leave Skyrim?) and it was really fun, but I think the wyvern at the end of the DLC was actually the best fight in the entire game, even more than Corypheus. It hinted at the dragon battles to come in Veilguard. Also, I loved how Anders' dialogue got more relaxed outside of Kirkwall, like shedding the city let him loosen up. The back and forth with Hawke about his fantasy for being rescued was completely unhinged - after I accused Hawke of being feral and lacking social graces, I've decided the two of them match each other's freak and they're fine.
Third.
All the people who were losing their minds about the line "A crow never abandons a contract" and acting like the devs forgot Zevran.
He literally addresses it in the game. I keep having these moments where shit that people bitched about regarding Veilguard is addressed right *there.*
"The crows do like saying that, but I am living proof it's a lie."
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No one actually forgot, but I'm sure the Dellamorte's wish to the Maker a motherfucker could.
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When people complain the writing in Veilguard is too modern, I'm going to remember Hawke complaining exactly like this. She sounds like I do when I'm side-eyeing my friends in the year of our Maker 2025.
Fourth.
I had planned on romancing Blackwall this DA:I run, finally, because I'm a little obsessed with this Warden throughline from Anders to Blackwall to Davrin. From a cage, to hope/redemption, to a more meaningful path of positive change and impact.
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They both haunt Veilguard's narrative and dialogue.
And then of course:
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hrm.
Fifth.
I do hope we get another DA. Or supplementary material. Because I want to know what the fuck is going on with this story I had forgotten the details of, especially with the decision regarding the Nadas Dirthalen.
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These two fucking idiots. I can't believe in different lives I've schtupped them both. (I can absolutely believe it)
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Sixth.
The worst part of Meredith is she sounds like conservative family members of mine. 'Better to punish the innocent than risk even one guilty person go free', rather than the opposite. To them it sounds so reasonable. To us, it's abhorrent to punish everyone else for other people's crimes.
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I couldn't bring myself to feel betrayed by Anders, even though I tried to play my Hawke as I think she would have felt: betrayed by the secret-keeping, if nothing else. The shock and hurt at the innocent lives. But it's hard not to feel an understanding when I sit here in a political situation with - maybe not less fraught, but at least less fantastical - implications and certainly still feel like violence is inevitable and we are way past the point of compromise and words.
Anyway.
This dwarf.
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