#I've found new brushes and they're incredible

[thekaiserroll]

I have to brag a little

I'm working on a wintersberg fanart and I think this is the prettiest Heisenberg I've ever drawn. None of my Heisenbergs looked this good. I'm so proud of this one.

[dookiecurly]

okay dookie.. hear me out on this one,I've been cooking this idea in my mind for far too long, please bring it justice.

sooo- reader is on board the tulpar with the crew, they're a happy-go-lucky cheerful individual with an extremely charismatic personality and are jaw-droppingly attractive. ( Glazing ik forgive me )

here comes the twist,just by pure luck or by some coincidence or the other,the crew finds out that the reader was a very very very popular model in the past.

[ they found some of their old MAGAZINES/PORNOS ]

not just any model- playboy/gravure models who used to be incredibly popular and and a hotshot,but left that career in the past to focus on bigger things in space.

How would the crew react? Or behave towards them after finding out about their past? Would they be attracted towards her? Please I need to know you write so well

Uhhhmmm uhmmmmm. . Ookayyyy..... Okay.

Imagine how Curly felt when he found out the new worker, WHO HE DID NOT LOOK UP AND DOWN BECAUSE I KNOW HE'S NOT A PERVERT BECAUSE HES MY HUSBAND YOU DIPSHIT, was a model! Plus, he can see your tits too. I guess, he came back to Earth and was just browsing around a random shop when he found the magazine. Usually, he doesn't even bat an eye at them because let me say this again HE'S NOT A WEIRDO. Not to say that all people who buy revealing girl magazines are weirdos (they are). But he saw your face and was so shocked. Like, wow! He doesn't confront you about it. The first time he saw you after he saw the magazine, Curly stares you up and down with the image of your bare body with a bikini on. Of course, when you're not looking. This only happened a few times before he got used to it. People change, and he doesn't have the right to pry into their personal life. If you do tell him about your old job, he wouldn't be super... Surprised. I can't tell if he'd tell you that he already knew or he'd just act like he didn't. You choose.

JIMMY, might be ecstatic. First time he saw you, pretty face, pretty body, oh he is PLOTTING. I'm sorry, it's the truth. Now, he's found a magazine of you! YOU! Basically naked. When he found that magazine, he fucking stole it. 1. He doesn't want to be known as those guys, 2. In this economy? For a fancy paged excuse of a book? Yeah, no. Sometimes masturbates to it. Jimmy would definitely use it as blackmail if you don't want people finding out about your old job. Might even use it to get into your pants.

Okay so, I've got two perspectives on this for Swansea. First, you're a young model. Maybe he thought you were a pretty face, but it doesn't affect him that much. Pretty girls are everywhere, he doesn't need to get a boner about. When he saw the magazine, he didn't give a shit. Hes too old to care, but if you tell him, he'll say that he already knew.

Second, if you're around the same age and used to be a model in your 20s but wanted to try out a new job. Swansea thought you were quite youthful and pretty for your age (he's jealous), but still doesn't think much of it until he hears your name. Of course, young Swansea, imo, wasn't into magazines as well. But, he definitely knows the names of a few models. Who says his old friends weren't weirdos? Then he just brushes it off like, "Nah, probably a coincidence. Millions and billions of people are living in the universe, there's bound to be someone with the same name". Then when you tell him, he's like... A little shocked... But goes back to work. Thats all.

Daisuke already knows. DON'T TELL ME THAT HE DIDN'T ALREADY KNOW WHEN YOU CAME IN. I have a feeling that he's either really into the news of celebrities (Oh, no! Y/N quits modeling at age __?!???? Outrageous!!!) or his friends told him. Within a few moments, Daisuke is already up to you, asking if youre Y/N. Gets a pic and an autograph, and now he's happy. Yay >3<!!!

Anya, i think would also kind of know a few models. But only the really popular ones. She strikes me as a person who used to daydream of being as pretty as the girls on the cover, but then grew out of it. I don't think shes an insecure person if we're talking about looks. When she sees you, she definitely notices that you're pretty, but won't say much about it. Maybe a compliment, but that's all. Probably won't notice that you're one of the girls on the cover, but when she does, she kinda just... Doesn't say anything. Again, I don't think she thinks it's her business. If you tell her when she already knows, she'll just calmly say that she knew. If she didn't know until then, she'll probably be a little shocked but thats all. Nothing extravagant.

[nonotnolan]

Group Project

"I don't care if most people skip this step," Aiden said, taking a pre-swap photo with Nathan. "I still don't completely trust Swapper technology, just... I don't have many other options. Professor Carmichael has been riding our asses all semester, and this damn group project is worth 50% of my grade. I, uhh... I appreciate you doing this for me."

"You're the one paying me," Nathan said, grinning into the mirror with two thumbs up. "As long as you follow the basic rules, I don't really care what sort of extra safeguards you want to throw in. And don't worry, I think it's cute. Commencing swap... now."

Aiden barely had time to panic before he found himself staring up into his former face. The biggest shock was feeling Nathan's coiffed hair brushing against his forehead. The nerd came well recommended by Frat Row-- at this point, he probably spent more time outside of his body than inside of it. Certainly it hadn't been Nathan spending time at the gym to earn these arms. He had graduated college last year, but instead of getting a full time job, he hired out his services to anyone who needed to pass tests or make presentations. At $500 per swap, the legality was the only barrier to making it into a career. "So, you remember the rules, right?" said Aiden's body.

Hearing his voice like that was incredibly odd. "Yeah, we've got to stay swapped for 48 hours or else the Campus safety test will know we used our Swappers. You aren't liable if you get caught, I already paid you up front, no refunds. We had to jailbreak our Swappers to override the 12 hour standard limit, so I'll get arrested if I try to contact customer service. Anything else I'm missing?"

"No hard drugs, but any amount of sex and alcohol is fair game," Nathan said, as he reached into Aiden's waistband to fondle his new package. "Nice dick, my guy," he said, giving him another thumbs up. "That's gotta be, what... at least seven inches?"

Aiden blushed, deeply embarrassed to see his body acting so corny. "A bit under seven and a half, yeah," he said. "Aa-anyway, I'll be at the house if you need me."

"Have fun," Nathan said, giving him an exaggerated wink and slapping him on the shoulders. "I've swapped with several of your brothers. I know you're gonna have a good time."

Preston was outside, taking advantage of one of the last warm afternoons before fall turned into winter. "Damn, bro, you hired Nathan? Looks like someone was worried about failing their classes. So, who are you?"

"It's Aiden," I said, feeling very self conscious about my newer, frailer body as I found myself staring at Preston's hairy chest.

He just laughed. "Wait, Aiden? I didn't even know you had a Swapper! Damn, dude, you must be desperate to pass."

"I... yeah," I said, avoiding eye contact. Was Nathan a gay man? That was fine if he was, just... did that sort of thing stick to the body? He'd never really noticed the cleft of Preston's chin before, but he was-- Nathan's body was-- incredibly horny.

"A word of advice, Newbie," he said, sitting down his book. "Most of the Swapper nerds, or at least the ones worth hiring? They're gay men. Don't try to fight it. Just enjoy the ride. You'll be back to your no-homo self in 48 hours." He flexed his chest, letting his pecs bounce. "Or maybe you'll be a bit more worldly," he said, laughing as Aiden tried not to sneak a glance. "Getting a compliment from a gay dude feels real good."

Aiden practically sprinted toward the main doors, eager to escape the awkward situation. "Yeah I'll keep that in mind thanks bye," he muttered, cursing Nathan's gym shorts and their inability to hide an erection.

"Well, damn bro, look who it is! Someone hired Nathan!"

Sitting over in the lobby were two other guys who were using their Swappers for the weekend. The guy in black was probably Carter-- the dude had a lot of Puma gear, and it was possible he'd changed shirts at some point. Besides, it was hard to imagine anyone else scowling that hard. The blonde guy, however... that could be anyone.

"Uhh, hey... guys..." Aiden said, quickly learning that Nathan had a foot fetish. "You, uhhh... you also have a group project tomorrow or something?"

The blonde guy just laughed, closing his laptop as he stood up. "Oh, I've got a group project in mind, alright. I was just telling Carter here, even though both of us look like twinks, neither one of us are really bottoms. But with Nathan's body here, well... I think that solves our problem. Don't you?"

He nodded, following wordlessly after the two men as they entered the nearby library room for more privacy. Just enjoy the ride, Preston had said. Aiden suspected he was going to be doing a lot of riding tonight.

[inviisiiblelee]

Alastor & Rosie in a tea party setting, gossiping about anything really up to you, please!

REQUESTS OPEN

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Rosie was always an incredibly gracious hostess, as far as Alastor was concerned. Before his disappearance, they'd often meet up just like this, Rosie having put together a little table by a window for people watching, tea glasses and pot ready and happy to share. It had been so long, and after the events of recent times, he really wanted to feel a sense of normality again. He arrived right on time, as always, and Rosie welcomed him with a big smile and open arms. They shared a brief hug, before the both of them settled themselves.

“Alastor, it feels like it's been ages!”

“Believe me, Rosie, I feel exactly the same. It's good to have real company for once.”

“Oh, you. Please, help yourself before we really dig in!” And he was happy to, finger foods galore and with the most pleasant of crunches. Nothing quite like a little bone marrow for lunch, indeed. She poured him a nice cup of tea, and he added a dash of cream to it before leaning back. 

“So, tell me, honey, how are things?”

“Insufferable, as usual,” came Alastor’s response, with a widening smile. 

“Oh, do tell, darling!”

“Things at the Hotel are just as miserable as you'd imagine! Charlie is just as fervent as ever, trying to get new patrons, and now that Lucifer is there—”

“So that really was him?”

“Yes, yes, he's chosen to stay there for the time being while he helps. Not that he's doing that much, anyway.” 

“He does seem a little empty-headed, doesn't he?” Her comment earned a laugh from Alastor, and some of the tenseness in his shoulders slipped away. 

“I am so glad you agree, Rosie. I've been doing my best to curb them all, and they're all terribly intrusive. Even Husker has been acting quite clingy."

“Really? He's always been a little protective, but clingy?”

“Exactly! After the end of the battle, he insisted on following after me and staying far too close. Even striking out didn't really deter him.” 

“You poor thing, you deserved plenty of space and rest on your own time!”

“Precisely my thoughts. I am fine, but he even sent Charlie checking up on me. It's been such a nuisance! So it's much nicer to be able to come out here.”

“Well, I am always happy to have you, you know that, Alastor! We all love you around here.”

“Oh, I know. If I could spend more time here, I would. But, please, enough of my silly tirade, how are things in your realm?” Alastor took a long drink of his tea, a delightful chamomile. Rosie grinned back at him, taking a drink herself.

“Things are lively as ever, of course. Susan has been less of a pain, all things considered, you might even be so lucky as to avoid her on your way out. The folks here are fairly happy, although there has been some talk of visiting the hotel from some, they've taken nicely to Charlie, as expected.”

“Naturally. I'm sure she'll be happy to have them in any case.”

“There have been a few sightings, though, of Vox and Lucifer both around these parts.” Alastor raised his brows. “They're both taking to spending an odd amount of time with Susan, I think she's developed some attachments. Whether she likes either of them, I have no real idea, I avoid them all.”

“That's probably for the best. Lucifer is infuriating to share breathing space with, and Vox has become quite the nuisance.”

Rosie peered at him for a long moment, but she brushed on to a new topic. “People have been saying something interesting, though, about someone unsavory coming in!”

“Oh? That sounds interesting, who?”

“Well, you didn't hear it from me … but they're saying it's you!”

The two laughed together happily, and Rosie shared more mundane little stories for his entertainment. She had many from the last several years that he hadn't heard, and he found himself happier than he'd been in some time.

[brotherwtf]

14. "Do you know that your eyes actually have three different colours?" "You're very close."

Aah this one for clegan? 🥺

God these bitches are going to be the end of me this will be so damn cute

now hold on just a damn minute chat bcs Austin's eyes are fucking BEAUTIFUL

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Gale had known John for all of two weeks before he had claimed him as his "best friend".

It wasn't hard, really, John was quick to laugh and quicker to befriend, he talked easily and slung his arm around anyone's willing, or even unwilling, shoulder. Everybody liked Bucky. Not everyone liked Gale.

Gale was shy, kept to himself and did what he needed to get done and did it well, didn't care for the vices everyone else had to get through flight school. He was going to be a fighter pilot, only needed to care about himself and no one else.

But Bucky had completely turned that idea upside down, as he had done with most things in Gale's life. He whined and pouted when Gale told him he was training to fly alone, "what if I need your help while flying? I can't do that when you're in a fighter plane" John would pout and Gale just brushed him off, told him he would be fine, but then he was asked to fly a B-17 with John smiling cheekily in the copilots seat and he had been hooked ever since.

John had practically ripped him out of his shell, and he still found ways to be incredibly obnoxious. Like when he had dragged Gale to the outskirts of the Texas airbase because he "couldn't stand the stuffy weather anymore". When Gale pointed out the weather would stay the same John shrugged, told him it would probably be a little different, right? And of course, Gale begrudgingly followed him.

Now they were laying on their sides, facing each other while John talked mindlessly about his childhood, switching topics from baseball to the rinky dink jazz band he was in when he was twelve. Gale was content to listen, appreciated that John always seemed to fill the space. Even in the silence John seemed to be studying him, eyes flicking over Gale's face while he scrunched his eyebrows. He inched closer until their chests were touching, noses just inches from Gale's. It made Gale's heart pound, John was looking at him intently it almost made him dizzy.

"Did you know that your eyes are three different colors, Buck? I swear I see a new one every time I look," John asks, breathing out a heavy sigh that fans over Gale's face and causes him to almost shudder, even in the hot Texas sun.

"You're really close there, Bucky. And they're nothing special, just blue like my mama," Gale says and tries not to sound like he's gasping for air.

John leans even closer, tip of his nose brushing Gale's and Gale gasps, almost ripping the grass beneath him in the firm fistful he has.

"Nah it ain't just blue. Got some green and grey in there, it's all different shades of blue too. Some like the sky and some like Lake Michigan where I grew up. Damn, Buck, you've got the prettiest damn eyes I've ever seen," John says and his voice is almost a whisper, almost in awe at Gale's eyes.

"Ain't nothing special," Gale whispers and he foolishly lets his eyes slip down to John's parted lips. Dangerous, considering that his eyes are all that Johns looking at.

John notices the quiet flick down and smiles something lopsided, a rogue hand coming up to push a strand of hair that got dislodged by the wind from Gale's forehead.

"It's not just your eyes that are pretty, Buck. Got a fucking face like Lana Turner," John breathes and Gale find that he can't, his breath caught in his chest.

There's only an inch between their faces, and John closes it with ease, lips soft on Gales and Gale gasps, makes a startled noise before letting his shoulders relax and kissing John back. It's a simple press of lips but Gale's head spins. John's kissing him, he can't believe John's kissing him.

The hand that pushed away the wayward strand of hair cups Gale's face, smoothing over his cheekbone as he moves his lips against Gale's, still soft and tender but with the slightest suggestion of heat. Gale lets John take control, willing to just be a passenger for this experience instead of having to overthink every single move.

John pulls away with a slight wet pop, eyes trained on Gale's lips when all he could think about was his eyes just a moment ago. Gale holds onto John's wrist and presses their foreheads together, sighing something deep and heavy.

"Is this okay, Buck?" John asks and Gale nods against his forehead.

"Better than okay, Bucky. Can't believe it took us this long to do that," Gale whispers and John just smiles before meeting his eyes and kissing him again.

[gliyerabaa]

Oooo how about prompt 4 of the fluff list for gelphie??? 🙏😌

4. “What are you doing up?” “My personal heater went away.” 

okay i tried writing this like. five times. and no idea i had stuck with me. but then this idea came out of left fucking field.

just bear with me. this au I've crafted for this prompt is not everyone.

imagine, if you will, some world where gelphie can have biological kids. whether it be through traditional means (amab enby elphaba) or IVF or maybe strange magical pregnancy. this fic explores that premise.

lots of people have Very Strong Opinions on the idea of gelphie as parents but like. just indulge me on this. i dont know what canon this is supposed to take place in so please dont ask!!

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Glinda stirred awake, she'd been sleeping so restlessly all night. Pregnancy hadn't been nearly as bad as she'd expected in most aspects. Her bouts of morning sickness had been brief and relatively bearable, her cravings had been all within the realm of Elphie's culinary capabilities, and oh, her sweet dear Elphaba had been so incredibly supportive every step of the way. Maybe that's what had made the experience so pleasant thus far, having such an attentive and loving partner...

Still, no amount of doting could fix her sleeplessness, and she wriggled free from her sleeping partner's embrace to take a quick stroll to the bathroom. She stood up and stretched, realizing she'd need to hurry to the toilet-- the damn baby had situated herself (Glinda was dead certain that it was a girl) right atop her bladder in a manner that was most uncomfortable.

After relieving herself, Glinda took a moment to simply marvel at herself in the mirror. She was six months along now, and had the belly to prove it, complete with stretch marks that her younger self would have despised. But now, she found them almost endearing, a telltale sign of the love and commitment between her and Elphie, manifesting itself in the form of a new human life.

With a hand on her stomach, she spoke quietly.

"You're gonna have such an amazing life, little one. Your auntie Nessarose can't wait to meet you. She'll be your only real aunt, but Elphie and I have agreed to give the boys honorary uncle-hood. You'll have a blast with your Uncle Fiyero's kids, they're all so sweet. And Crope and Tibbs are thinking of adopting once you're born, it'll be like you have a sibling of your own, someone to grow up alongside."

Glinda gasped as the baby kicked. She looked up to see Elphaba standing in the doorway, smiling sleepily.

"And have I mentioned," Glinda said to her stomach again, "That you have the most beautiful, amazing parent in the world?"

Elphaba grinned, then knelt to the ground, pressing a kiss to Glinda's belly. "Hello, my son." (Elphaba was insistent that they'd be having a boy, a rather bold claim for someone who defied conventional gender standards.) They stood up and pecked a kiss to Glinda's lips, "And hello, my sweet."

"What're you doing up?" Glinda asked with a yawn.

"My personal heater went away." Elphaba said, pressing a kiss to Glinda's forehead, "I swear, carrying our son has made you so much warmer, literally."

"What can I say?" Glinda smiled, brushing off Elphaba's insistance that they were to have a boy, "Making an entire human is a lot of work, generates a lot of heat. Feel her, she's kicking!"

Elphaba placed a gentle hand on Glinda's abdomen, smiling as they felt the baby move slightly.

"I didn't just come here to find my beautiful space heater of a wife, you know." Elphaba said, "I came to make sure you were alright."

"I'm doing fine." Glinda answered, taking Elphaba's hand, running a thumb over their wedding band, "Baby hasn't been letting me sleep much as of late. So I've been passing time, telling them stories about just how loved they are going to be. By Nessa and my parents and the boys..."

"But by no one more than us." Elphaba said, kissing Glinda sweetly, "I can't imagine the toll this is taking on your body, but you're doing an amazing job and I'm so, so proud of you."

Glinda, who had never taken praise well, blushed. "Please, this is just a natural bodily process. I wouldn't be doing nearly as well as I am without your support and attention, and most of all, your love."

Elphaba grinned, picking up Glinda in a sweet embrace and lifting her to sit on the bathroom counter, kissing her soundly.

"I love you," Glinda whispered as they parted. Elphaba knelt down, placing a kiss on her stomach before getting to work massaging her aching feet, "You are too good to me, my dear."

--

Two and a half months later, the baby arrived. A healthy girl, who did not have Elphaba's green skin, but did have their raven hair. The midwife had insisted that she'd never seen a baby born with as much hair as her.

There was the matter of a name, then. Elphaba had been taken aback when Glinda had suggested her middle name be that of their mother, but they warmed up to the idea, and so, surrounded by joyous family and friends, they settled on what they'd agreed to be the perfect name: Indigo Melena Thropp-Upland.

[storyofmychoices]

Yoga & Pancakes

[Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle Masterlist] 

Pairing: Beckett Harrington x Emma Carlyle (F!MC)

Other Characters: Shreya Mistry, Atlas Ernhardt

Book: The Elementalists

Word Count: ~900

Rating/Warnings: teen, suggestive language

Submitting to: @choicesmonthlychallenge ; @choicesficwriterscreations

Synopsis: Emma, Shreya, and Atlas run into Beckett at breakfast and Emma discovers a new Attuned food.

"Let me guess—" Emma began, quieting Shreya's excited tone. "Some famous Attuned chef I've never heard of but who probably catered an event for you has prepared some incredibly magical treat for breakfast?"

Shreya pressed her hands to her hips, her smile falling slightly. "You make it sound so utterly dull." 

Emma opened her mouth to apologize, but Shreya continued. 

"You've been spending far too much time with Atlas. We've got to get you back to society."

"It's not me." Atlas shrugged. "Don't worry, Emma's still the sunshine of our group. She's just a little cranky this morning... she didn't get much sleep." 

"Is everything alright?" Shreya looked over her friend, beginning to think of healing spells. 

"I'm fine," Emma insisted, brushing off Shreya's worry, shooting her twin a quick don't you dare glance. She looped her arm with Shreya's pulling her forward.  "Now, let's go see what is so special about breakfast today. You were telling me about the chef and his specialties?"

"I wasn't but now that you asked—" Shreya began rambling off facts about the chef and private events she had catered. 

Emma smiled and nodded along, trying to keep her eyes open when she was desperate for a nap. Not looking where she was walking, she bumped into a tall student in line in front of her. "I'm sorry—" she began, recognizing his dark blue blazer before he even turned back.

"Emma?" Beckett couldn't help the smile spreading across his blushing freckled cheeks. "I did not think I would find you here. I thought you were  sleeping in."  

"Oh, yeah," Emma's cheeks warmed as her gaze shifted to Atlas for some help, but she merely found her twin smiling in amusement, watching their awkward encounter. 

"Why would you be sleeping in?" Shreya questioned with concern. "Are you sure you're feeling alright?"

"Oh, I think she's feeling just fine," Atlas smirked. "Just a little worn out from some early morning—or was it a late night—'yoga'." She added air quotes to the last word.

The hue across Beckett's face darkened at Atlas's words. 

"And here I thought 'yoga'"—she offered, using air quotes again, "—helped you relax, you seemed quite exhausted but very dreamy—" she mimed gagging, "—when you returned this morning at... what was it... 4:30 am?"

Emma chewed her lower lip. 

"Oh! OH!" Shreya's lips drew into a knowing smile of amusement. "No wonder you're tired. Keeping our girl up all night, Harrington? Impressive! I didn't think you had it in you. I bet you two worked up an appetite."

"I beg your pardon?" He didn't think his face could flush any darker.

"Okayyyy," Emma tried her best to move them along. "Look, we're next. Oooo, pancakes. I love pancakes. Pancakes are so delicious. Did I ever tell you the time when I was six and my parents made me pancakes shaped like a bunny for easter? Oh and they cut up bananas on the pancakes and added chocolate syrup, there's really no end to what you can do with pancakes. Strawberries on pancakes are also delicious. Did you know, pancakes—" 

The trio stared at her, Beckett in relief and Shreya and Atlas with amusement, her rambling words trailing away. 

"Would you like to say pancake one more time?" Atlas teased. "I don't think you've said it enough."

The cafeteria worker handed Emma a tray with 3 large, fluffy, circular pancakes. A look of disappointment fell on her face. "Huh, I expected more. They look just like tuneless pancakes."

"Oh, they're so much better!" Shreya announced gleefully as she guided them to a booth on the side.

"So when do I find out what makes these pancakes magical," Emma questioned. "If I eat them will confetti rain down? Will I make weird noises?"

"Not this time," Shreya replied. "These are no ordinary pancakes. They're shape-shifters. Watch this." She focused on the pancake on the top of her stack, concentrating on a single image in her mind. Slowly, before their eyes, the pancake transformed into the shape of a blossoming orchid. 

"Woah!" Emma marveled. "How?"

"It's a centuries-old recipe passed down. The chef has yet to reveal the secret, but I've been working on wearing her down. She can't say no to a Mistry forever."

Beckett didn't dare contradict her. Usually, he'd love bragging about his superior knowledge—it was rather a simple spell. He had learned it at the age of five— but right now, he didn't want the conversation shifting back to him or Emma. 

Emma focused on her pancake, her gaze momentarily shifting to Beckett, admiring the way the glowing sun kissed his face through the ornate stained glass windows. The pancake transformed into a heart, with a B + E appearing at the center. 

"Bleh—" Atlas choked, before picking up her pancake, which she had turned into a mace, dipping it in syrup, and biting off the end. 

"What are you going to make?" Emma questioned curiously of Beckett.

"I can think of something he could turn it into for her." Shreya wagged her brow, enjoying as the pair blushed. "Thinking about last night, Harrington? Be careful or you never know what might appear."

"Gross," Atlas mumbled through a mouth full of pancakes. "I'm trying to eat. I don't need any graphic "yoga" depictions popping up on the nerd's plate. It's bad enough I've seen them kiss. I can't stab my eyes out with a pancake dagger."

Shreya laughed, holding her hands up in a peaceful truce. Her mind quickly returned to the shopping trip she had scheduled next, the pancakes on her plate following suit, one turning into a long gown and the other a shopping bag. 

Emma and Beckett breathed easier as the conversation shifted. Laughter bubbled between them as the morning sun shimmered around the space. Despite the teasing, their free hands tangled together beneath the table. 

This is just a silly little idea that popped into my head. It's not edited, so please forgive any mistakes.

My Atlas is demiro.

[wickedlyqueer]

do you have any elphaba headcanons? like just in general. your last headcanon post was really fun to read!! :)

Hmm, I feel like I put most of my Elphie headcanons in my fics so after 7 years I doubt there's much new I have to deliver but here goes:

Elphie is intersex, non-binary, aromantic and bisexual. I might stray from this sometimes for the sake of a fic, but it does feel like "straying" from their Original State to me.

Elphaba never makes the first move on Glinda, fully convinced it's one-sided. If you put all my fics next to each other, you'll see a pattern where Glinda pretty much always kisses or confesses first. Or, figures it out and makes Elphaba confess. It's just not in Elphie's self-depreciating nature to move first (which is ironic, if you watched my wicked is gay video. bc I make the case Elphaba is super impulsive and Glinda always needs to think everything through. But, this is the one area where Elphaba restrains herself. And Glinda does move. But only if she's sure it has the outcome she wants—hence why gelphie can be such a delicious mutual pining ship).

Elphaba's character is full of adolescent angst and esp in canon that trauma takes a hold of them. But, as I've gotten older myself and found more stability, I really like to play around with a mature(d) Elphie. Who might still have some negative thought spirals, but has enough life experience to recognize where it comes from, and doesn't get lost in it. Sometimes I do worry it strains too much from their "core" character, but I find it so tempting to play with, because it's such unexplored territory.

Like, Elphie is such a tragic character on a fundamental level, that giving them a happy/cathartic ending is about the most radical thing you can do. Which does feel really in character again, somehow.

Actually, I'm going to stop myself, bc I'm noticing that I'm brushing very broad strokes, which doesn't make for a fun list (like the gelphie one), but that's because — especially when it comes to details — I've always argued that:

Whatever you headcanon Elphie as, you can argue the complete opposite of that, and it still would feel in character.

(e.g. Elphaba has the cleanest room. Elphaba has the dirtiest room, or is Elphaba an incredible cook or a terrible one?)

Both make total sense to me, because Elphaba's character depends so heavily on the context they're in. So if you want more fun/quick Elphie headcanons, I feel like you'd actually need to give me a setting. :') Because through making this list, I realized it heavily depends on that.

[waltwhitmansbeard]

trust prompt 17, percy and scanlan? seasoning of post canon if the chef feels so inclined but also beggars cant be choosers 😭

17. showing them something close to their heart this is really more than percy and scanlan but ig they're the focus.

When Scanlan steps into the foyer of Castle Whitestone, he's startled by the activity whirring all around him. Staff appear and disappear as if by magic, each carrying a tray of food or a stack of linens or some other creature comfort, and none of them seem to notice the bewildered gnome in their midst. He stands there, unsure of where to go or what to do, until a voice from above calls his name. He looks up to see Grog's enormous form at the top of the grand staircase, waving enthusiastically at him.

Scanlan scurries up the steps, weaving in and out of the castle staff. "Hey, big man. Sorry I'm late."

Grog shrugs. "You missed all the screamin'." With that terribly ominous statement, he turns and heads down the hall, and Scanlan has to scramble to keep up.

The castle is labyrinthine, and Scanlan quickly gives up hope of remembering where they are. Honestly, he's shocked Grog hasn't gotten lost himself. After a few minutes, they're in front of a set of grand marble doors, which Grog pushes open without knocking. "Found 'im!"

Inside, Scanlan sees gorgeously appointed chambers, with a roaring fireplace in the sitting area across from the massive four-poster bed that Scanlan could nearly walk under without ducking. Without waiting for him to ask, Grog scoops him up to set him on the edge of mattress, which is covered in a luxurious eiderdown.

Under the covers, propped up against a mass of pillows, is Vex, her hair sweaty and matted around her face, and in her arms, a tiny bundle, swaddled in a lavender blanket. Percy stands just beside her, with tired eyes and a dopey grin. Scanlan feels a swell of pride in his chest, as if he were the one to have brought a new life into this world they've saved. "Hey guys! So, anything new with you?"

Vex huffs out a little laugh. "I'm glad you're here, Scanlan. We wanted you to meet your namesake."

Scanlan faces crumples in confusion. "Are you serious?"

"Fuck no," Vex says with a snort, and okay, Scanlan has to admit that that was a good one.

"Here." Percy leans down to carefully scoop the little baby out of Vex's arms, and then he walks around the foot of the bed to come sit beside Scanlan. Finally, he can see his friend's baby, a pale, sleeping thing with a dusting of white hair and the roundest cheeks Scanlan can imagine. "Her name is Vesper Elaina."

Scanlan reaches a hand over to brush his hand over Vesper's, and her little fingers, even in sleep, instinctively curl around his. Scanlan's breath catches in his throat; this is what he missed, the lost moments with Kaylie he can never get back.

"She's perfect," he says quietly, more sincere than he's ever been in his life. "Absolutely perfect."

Scanlan has never seen such easy joy on Percy's face. "She's the best thing I've ever made."

He can't help himself. "I agree. I promise not to throw this one into a pit of acid."

Percy lets out a half-manic laugh. "I...would appreciate that, yes."

"Unless you think you've got more demon problems. In which case you know I'm here for you, bud."

Percy balances Vesper in the crook of one arm so he can wrap Scanlan into a side-hug with the other. "I know you are. If I ever need to throw my daughter into a pit of acid, I absolutely know who to call."

"If you're going to talk about killing our child with acid before she's even two hours old," Vex drawls, "can you do so outside so that I can sleep?"

Scanlan makes the perilous slide down onto the floor. "Of course, Lady de Rolo." He lets Grog lead them out of the room so that Vex can rest, and as Percy walks so very carefully with his new daughter in his arms, Scanlan elbows his shin to get his attention. "For real, though. This is incredible. What a beautiful addition to your family."

"To our family," Percy reminds him. "You're not getting out of uncle duties, Shorthalt. Someone has to teach her how to be a pain in my ass."

Scanlan salutes. "Mission accepted."

[lookingfts]

Hi

Would you ever consider adding to one of your older AU’s?

First of all. Just found you. Welcome to tumblr. I’m so happy that you allow fans to bounce ideas off you and praise your work. I really love your fics. But I thought that when I read the ‘say my name’ AU that I had found a new favourite AO3 writer. But it wasn’t. I had read you before but wasn’t really paying attention other than loving your story.

That story was the 2 parter with the one night stand gone wrong because Kate was convinced that Anthony was a serial killer. 😄 but it was the follow up that I really loved. Where they role played what that might look like. I loved you exploring ‘role play’ in that sorta dark way. Borderline unhinged with enabler Kate. 🤗 And canon Anthony kinda gives those sort of ‘obsessive’ vibes off anyway. Would you ever continue in that vein with more of that true crime role play. Or something a little darker? I think you’d be killer at it. Pun intended. 🥰

Thank you so much! So I've been thinking about the idea of a Dark!Anthony story (there are several great ones, but it's not something I've dipped my toe into much). That led me to workshopping a dark fairytale fic with the incredibly imaginative @ladykettlechips. Sort of a loose Beauty and the Beast AU except they're both crazy and both have powers. Here's a little snippet! There's a lot of backstory hinted here that would be more in the full thing, of course, but it's Dark Anthony, Dark Kate, murder, lust, magic, obsession. All the good stuff.

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He was so beautiful.

It was endlessly strange, to hear Anthony speak of the way others saw him. Scarred. Deformed. Grotesque. Kate had tried hard to envision it, to view him as the monster he claimed to be. But he only became increasingly handsome to her as the days wore on.

Especially in the golden light of the flickering fire. Especially when he was looking at her that way, soft devotion in his fathomlessly deep eyes. Disbelief, almost, that Kate was still there, by her own will and not his. In his arms, nothing but the thin fabric of their nightclothes separating them.

“My father wanted a bigger garden for my mother,” he said softly, stroking his hand over her side. “She liked hyacinths. So I created them for her. My father was surprised by how suddenly they had grown, as if overnight. I think perhaps he suspected. He did not have magic, but his mother did.”

Kate waited silently. She was not a patient woman by nature, but she had a lifetime’s worth of patience for the slow unveiling of Anthony’s soul. 

“I did not know.” His voice caught, and he swallowed. “I did not know he was allergic to bee stings. I did not even know the flowers would attract them. I was young and naive and I only…”

Reaching out, Kate brushed her fingers through his hair, watching the lines smooth slightly on his face as he leaned into her touch.

“I only wanted to help. I only wanted them to be happy.” Anthony seemed to struggle with the words, as though his throat was closing. “I promised myself, Kathani. I made a solemn vow that I would never use my magic to please others because all I ever did was fail them. And I have stayed true to that promise for ten years. But now I find myself failing again. Because all I want is to please you. To give you everything you desire.”

He looked up at her, broken and desperate, searching for - she did not know what. Her approval? Her absolution?

Kate had nothing left to give him but herself. Her body, her mind, her heart. “You are everything that pleases me,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to his as she cupped his jaw tenderly. “I desire nothing else.”

Anthony captured her lips, tipping her head back as he pressed her against the pillows, the warmth of his hands searing through her gown. He brushed his nose against her neck, his eyes shut tightly as he inhaled her scent. “I could never create anything so perfect as you, Kathani Sharma.”

[raytm]

         ❝ Akivili !  ❞  Universe's Laughter comes bounding up to their Trailblazing friend. A title bestowed upon fellow Aeon whether or not Akivili agreed with them. What matters to Aha is that they like the other Aeon, think that they're entertaining and their ambitious drive for adventure can make for an enjoyable experience. Not only that but Akivili is incredibly thoughtful !  Oh, how nice !

     Discerning whether or not they themselves are likable matters little for they do as they please. Boredom not allowed to seep into their playpen and seeking to shake up something for a good laugh. Though, they have readily permitted tears to fall, as it is a natural part of the ebb and flow in the universe. Where there is tragedy, there is room for joy. Joy can also be struck down by mood swings. Tugging back and forth is ultimately amusing to watch. It is as simple as that to the Aeon.

     Gloved hands pat at shoulders  —  once, twice, three times. Hard shell of a mask hides what true amusement might lie beneath, but the curved carving of a mouth seems to be accurate enough.  ❝ I've been looking everywhere for you !  It's almost like you've been avoiding me... Ah, but that's okay. I've found you now !  I have a very important question for you. ❞   Hands smooth off Akivili's body as Aha cants their head.  ❝ Can the Astral Express swim ?  You know, like in water ?  ❞  - @smusmaes ( aha )

For those whose journeys were everlasting who is to say which paths may intersect & which may never so much as brush one another. As if they were the coruscating stars illuminating the uncharted cosmos of planets never before seen, each connection left an impression upon the aeon, etched onto them as bright & memorable as each individual star. The Elation is not so different, ripples of a kaleidoscope of colors surging to coalesce as imminent laughter, with each place they touched the echo of joy rang high & strident. Some faces did become weathered by time, until the memories felt like tones of sepia & the voices waning into incomprehensible white noise. Aha was not one to be gradually forgotten, their presence as calamorous & smothering as their chiming voice in their ear. “ You found me.” Akivili says and their tone possesses no aversion, old friends often met upon the Trailblaze, it was an unavoidable reunion no matter the circumstance. Their buoyant step & encircling makes them more akin to a delighted comrade than an omnipotent portent of all of joy’s finest moments & most unbearable ones. Things were never boring upon that endless voyage, partially because Akivili never cared for stagnant tedium & also because eventually there would always be those like Aha who became entirely unforgettable in the aeon’s heart. “ I’ll have to endeavor to make it harder next time, I cannot imagine you find joy in anything that is too easy to obtain.” As if their fortuitous meetings were somewhat of a game, neither should end up bored as long as the other played their delegated role. Gilded eyes adhere to the other as they pat their shoulders, thousands of minute stars flickering in their gaze, it was more difficult to not wear a smile when the infectious traces of joy pressed down upon them with such intensity. Slowly, they cant their head, masked visage appraising their friend with no shortage of anticipation. “ Swim ?” Akivili echos the thought, ruminating upon it, for all the outlandish things the other could ask was this not a stroke of brilliance. They would have taken off their hat & bowed to the other for it was both preposterous an idea & something that could usher in a new possibility for the express, how could they be anything less than elated. In return, Akivili tilts their head, their conductor’s hat almost toppling from atop starry tresses. “ I can’t say that it does, shall I pick your brain, tell me about this express that can traverse even the vastness of the sea.”

[moonchild-in-blue]

Okay first of all I'm glad I found you in my notifications because I love your blog!! And your art is amazing!! I am in looove.

Also what type of watercolours are you using? And do you like it?

I'm looking into getting a new palette because mine is almost empty but I've only ever used this one palette I still have from highschool art class...

Okay, I'm a slut for compliments so, thank you SO much for that. Million kissies for you, sweet friend 😚💕🎨

As for the watercolours, I'm assuming you're asking because of my little whales. Technically, those were actually made with acrylics! More specifically, the leftover water from when you clean your brushes?

I'm working on a little ST illustration project, and I'm using acrylics (which is my main medium). The whales were just a quick little something to decompress/not let the water go to waste - it was a such nice shade of blue!

That being said, I actually do use watercolours (not that much lately but need to get back into it). I use the 30 colours pallete from Sakura. I've been using them for years, all throughout uni, and I really like them! They're nicely pigmented, very soft, and blend really beautifully.

(I have a few more recommendations, so I'll put a cut here - don't want to clog anyone's dash, oops.)

I will say though, I use a lot of coloured pencils, and the ones I use are water-soluble. I use the original Caran d'Ache watercolour pencils, and the Derwent Inktense - these are my favourites, they're incredibly pigmented and are veery smooth. I usually prefer to use pencils because they're fast drying, easier to carry around, and just plain convenient.

But yeah - Sakura Watercolour pallete, can't recommend it enough. It's super nice quality, nice compact design should you need to store/carry with you, and quite affordable. I've had mine for nearly a decade and never had any issues.

If you're willing and able to spend a bit of money though, the Windsor & Newton watercolours are my dreamies (I'm writing this with heart eyes). There's this quite famous artist, Agnes Cecile, who is their embassador, so maybe take a look at her Instagram page? W&N also have plenty of videos on their pages with demos/swatches, should you want to see as well. They're really unmatchable when it comes to pigment making.

Thank you so much for asking me, and feel to reach out whenever! I'm always, always willing to talk art with anyone. I hope this helped, and happy paintings! 🎨

[twinvenus]

2022 SUMMARY OF ART!!!!

JAN/FEB

it was a really slow start this year... in january i didnt actually finish anything, all i have to show for that period is a single flight rising drawing -- i had another one, but it's now Lost Media (sadly) from when i got my new PC.

(more recounting under da cut! i've included a lot of unposted/unfinished sketches down here!)

MARCH

march was a lot of desperate attempts to get back into drawing by sketching out little character designs i never posted, mostly wizards. that wizard right there is my favourite of the bunch. Fantastic energy from this creature.

APRIL

april is when i started getting into working on Gnome Lore that i have on my site, gnomes.neocities.org! gnomes are my special interest so the enthusiasm of learning about gnome mythology/history, and my own ideas for gnomes, actually got me COLOURING PIECES. incredible feeling.

this was the back end of my flight rising fixation, and included a few humanised sketches of my dragons Mirth and Gerana, pictured above. i was also getting really into WoW again at this time, so there were plenty of little wow-inspired sketches. + a bonus Jurgen from sam and max in the bottom left!

MAY

the gnoments (gnome moments) carried on into the month of may as i designed other known mythological creatures. i also rehashed a beloved old DnD gnome OC called April and included her in that lore. love that lil gal.

during this month i got really into working on my neocities page, and so a lot of art i did was assets for that. you can see a majority of my May drawings over there on the lore page. :-)

JUNE

june was a month of OC swag for me. i was totally inspired in the month leading up to ArtFight and put my heart into character design! from this beautiful month i got one of my new favourite pieces, shown there, of my ocs ZAP! APPLE and STEP KID. they're inspired by the band The Avalanches, specifically the album Wildflower. during this month i also created some of my newest and favourite OCs such as RANBOLIN, Beanie Boy, and Professor PJ!

during this i also did some new art for characters like irene, nadia, and D.A. Private Eye. i think a vast majority of this can be found in my "ocs" tag...

JULY

and here it comes.... my traditional Best Month for art. i was popping off HARD this month even though i didn't do as much as last time. i am SO happy with everythign that came out of this year's artfight, deeply. here are some of my favourite pieces from that period:

i was really into one-layer drawings this year. these were all done on two layers MAX, with the binary brush on sai. it really pushed me to be creative with my colours and detailing, and it's become one of my favourite ways to draw.

YOU MAY HAVE NOTICED. that the art for july features a certain Recurring Character. this is because in the month or so prior i had begun rewatching Naruto with my brothers. although the full-force naruto hyperfixation didn't settle in until months later this was the beginning of it. Rotating gaara in my mind always.

AUGUST

hmm... august got quite slow again. i might have been burnt out from going so hard in the other couple months. i have a few odd doodles from that month aside from the birthday gift to @l0gitex you see there, including THESE:

i also started developing a naruto OC when some brainrot started to settle in. their name is kodama, after the tree spirits. i wanted them to be from konoha, you know, to match -- originally i wanted them to have that wood type stuff, but recently i've been thinking that something to do with funghi and mycelium networks might be really interesting, especially due to their connection with trees, and how kodama live inside trees. these were some outfit concepts but i think i'll change their colour palette to match konoha more. more blues and browns i think.

SEPTEMBER

the dawn of my BRIEF SPLATOON ERA! i haven't played since that month LMAOOOOO! anyways, i drew a few splatoon-related pictures in that time.

birth of Blupi. as well as this September is the beautiful month in which i began to learn using Blender. here's a little ref drawing for the gaara model! (why do i keep doing stuff with gaara?????):

i was so proud of how that model came out. i had some other models of OCs like tomato cloun and one of ranbolin i never finished rigging (i hate weight painting so much oh my god-)

OCTOBER

man i wish halloween was like, anything here. during this month i started working again on my gnomes page so there were some more little designs done, visible on the lore page! specifically, the boggart and warren gnome were from October, as well as Awesome Rando.

NOVEMBER

november was kind of an epic month for my OCs, actually! alongside my interest in naruto REALLY starting to fire up again i was redrawing and bringing back older OCs as well as bringing in beloved Clary! here are Ranbolin and Dee as well. <3 let's go girls

beyond this the naruto brainrot had really settled in. so i began drawing my favourite characters: you know who. happy birthday Rock Lee!

DECEMBER

OHHHHHHHH HERE WE GOOOOOOOOO!!!! DEPTHS OF HYPERFIXATION STRIKE!! i know i've posted a lot of art lately, and i'm so excited that i have -- i didn't know if i'd ever get this stoked again since earlier in the summer but i am so INTO IT RN!!!!!

check out this hinata wip:

awesome thing about being fixated is i tend to finish a lot more of my drawings, it really carries my enthusiasm. so i'm hoping to have this picture finished soon! if not, many more will be finished in its place.

man if you read all of this ur a real one, thank you so much. i'm so excited to see what comes in art for 2023!!!!! MY wicked hands will concoct such bountiful imagery. I can feel it

[countrymusiclover]

Ch 5 - Wedding Grey to Gold

Part 6

Fire OF A Stark

@queenieala

A few weeks later

The next morning I am woken up by the sound of my sister and some handmaidens entering my chambers. Today was the day I couldn't escape, my wedding. But in reality it might be my escape from the horrors of this city and the people in it. The handmaidens tossed the covers aside for me before helping me pull my nightgown over my head, having me get in a bath. "Can you believe it, sis. You're going to look like a princess."

"Sansa swop out those pinchy shoes for my boots underneath the bed. I may not be able to not wear a dress. But I will get a say in the shoes." I told her staring at my wedding dress hanging on the door hook on the wall.

She nods going to get them, allowing me the chance to close my eyes and sigh the little bit of relief I will have for today. Father was now forced to walk with a cane and I'm even more frustrated that Jaime's words are running through my mind. I feel like he did it on purpose to drive me crazy. "It's a big day for you, Stark girl."

Shooting my eyes open I covered my chest with arms seeing the queen standing in the doorway she smirking in her dark red dress. "Your grace, I - uh didn't hear you come in..."

"You're little dove of a sister let me in. She's a fine young lady." She replied with her blonde locks falling over her shoulders.

Biting my lip in nerviness thankfully I was smart enough to not wet my hair because she would have seen the truth. I would have been brought before the king and probably executed. My father had told me that the king planned on trying to kill the mother of dragons that was said to be living across the narrow sea. The last remaining Taraegaryn, at least that's what we've made everyone think. "Yeah she is....have you come to check on me for some reason?"

"In fact I have..." She sits on the edge of the tub suddenly grabbing my chin in her right hand holding it tightly so I couldn't look anywhere but on her. "Don't think for one moment that my brother will love you. He isn't capable of such a thing. Not after my baby brother killed our mother. I just want you to know that!"

She dropped my chin where I kept my face turned away from her hearing Sansa coming back into the room with my boots like I asked. "I got the boots like you asked. Hello, your grace." She curtsies to her with a small smile.

"Such a sweet sister, little dove. I'll see you both later." Cersei exited the room without another word.

Running my fingers through my hair felt my heartbeat picking up and my chest tightening. "By the old gods and the new, is Tyrion the only normal Lannister in the family I'm about to marry into?" The next few hours seemed to go by so fast but maybe that is what it is supposed to do when your life is changed forever. Brushing my fingers over the long wedding dress it was white with gray scattered about it. Shrugging on a light clock Sansa had designed a direwolf head on the back of it for me.

Sansa was finishing putting some of my hair up into a crown on my head leaving the rest of it loose before someone knocked on the door. "Cadence, I have good news. I've been searching through the library and I finally found a book on dragons. Now I'm not sure if you are fluent in Valyrian. But there are pages that don't have it."

"Thank you, Tyrion. This is incredible." A huge grin crossed my face, taking the book from his hands in excitement flipping through the pages faster than I had probably any other book.

Sansa raised a brow holding the hairbrush in her hands. A little taken back by my excitement. A few minutes ago I was moping around like a child not wanting to go to bed. "What's so exciting about that book, Cadence?"

"Because it tells about the history of the Targaryens. They're my fam - uh I just found their family interesting is all. And Tyrion was kind enough to find me thi." Spinning around in the chair to face her, my eyes beaming with joy. "Do you speak Valyrian? I would really appreciate a teacher that isn't a septon."

The youngest Lannister smiled as he spoke something in the foreign tongue to both Sansa and I. "Mirrī puñila, riñnykeā cadence."

"I'm sorry but what does that mean?" I asked not expecting him to immediately start speaking the language to me.

He rests hand over mine that was holding the book turning to a page folded inside. I unfolded it and saw some translations of the language in the writing I could understand. "It means I am a little rusty, my lady. That paper has some of the more common terms. I wrote them down seeing that you could practice. Maybe someday you and I can write in the tongue."

"I'd like that very much. Nyke hope....naejot gūrēñagon." I stuttered out attempting to read the words he had written on the page. But it didn't sound right coming from my lips.

"Gūrēñagon isse jēda ao jāhor." (Learn in time you will) He smiled replying back in the tongue until someone knocked on the door so he went and opened it showing us our father.

He slowly entered the room and I slumped my shoulders in defeat watching his cane hit the floor. He had to put most of his weight on the wooden stick. He paused in his step focusing his soft gaze on me. "I'd like to speak with my daughter alone please." Tyrion and Sansa left without another word where I sat the book on the table closing it softly. "You look beautiful, my little dragon."

"I don't think I'm ready, father." I breathed out twiddling my thumbs together in my lap.

"What do you have there, honey?" He asked, noticing the dusty old book Tyrion had given me.

Turning my attention back down to the book I opened it to one of the pages seeing the word Dracarys with multiple question marks beside it. Tyrion said he was rusty at this language but it must be something important or powerful. "Tyrion brought it to me. I told him I was interested in history. But he doesn't know the - our secret. I'm just scared that I'm going to have to hide who I really am for the rest of my life. The queen almost caught me earlier. It won't be long before someone realizes that this is odd." Gripping the part of my hair where the white tips met up with the brown dyed top.

"There's something you should know about the Baratheon children. They are actually Jai-" My father cuts himself off hearing a loud knock on the door meaning that it was time for the wedding ceremony.

Looping my arm through my father's, he intertwined our hands together. We walked through the hallway until we watched two large doors open and at the end of a long isle stood my soon to be husband. "No matter how he treats you, little dragon. Just remember I'll always love you, Cadence Lynesse Stark Targaryen."

"I'll always love you too, Eddard Stark. My chosen father." I mumbled under my breath seeing that we had reached the septon and Jaime. He was wearing a dark red tunic and some even darker red trousers. The long blonde hair all neat which actually weirded me out considering I was used to seeing it a little tousled around.

"Who gives the bride on this day?" The septon asked, looking between the three of us.

My father squeezed my hand briefly placing it in Jaime's open right hand. His eyes focused on mine rather than on anyone else. "Her father, Eddard Stark. Lord of Winterfell and Hand of the King." He stepped away standing beside my two sisters who both silently watched.

Shifting my eyes up to Jaime, he was glancing behind me so I slowly turned my head seeing a much older man with white hair. He sternly watched us with almost no expression on his face. "It's my father. He came here to watch this. The day I become his heir again...don't worry my offer still stands. I won't leave you here."

"You may now cloak the bride and bring her under your protection." The sept spoke softly. Jaime squeezed my hand before unlinking our hands so he could take off the red cloak with a golden lion banner on the back of it. Closing my eyes briefly, his hands placing it over the wolf where I didn't open my eyes until the septon spoke up. Wrapping a white ribbon around our intertwined hands. "In the sight of the seven. I hereby seal these two souls. Binding them as one for eternity. Look upon each other and say the words."

Turning to directly face Jaime I caught sight of his green eyes pouring into mine. Biting my lip there was something about the way he looked at me now. The other day he was teasing me and we were sword fighting one another being so serious and closed off. Yet now his eyes held a more soft and almost comforting presence about them, it was a relief to see it even for a moment. "Father, Smith, Warrior, Mother, Maiden, Crown, Stranger. I am hers and she is mine from this day until the end of my days."

The septon untied the ribbon allowing Jaime to cup my face in his hands and I felt myself lean into him a little. He leans down gently pressing his lips onto mine. My whole body stiffened at first until I let my shoulders drop rather enjoying it. Moving my hands up onto his shoulders he broke the kiss before it got too deep whispering as he rested his forehead against mine. "Will you come riding into battle with me, Cadence?"

"Y-yes." Was the best reply I could give him, still consumed in the kiss. The desire to keep kissing him again but at the same time I could feel some glaring their eyes into the back of my head which most likely was the queen.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[elidelochans]

Okay, you don't really have to answer this, I don't mean to bring any negativity to your lovely blog, so if you delete this instead of answering, I'll understand.

But I'm just so confused with the Taylor-Matty relationship....one on hand, she says she's happier than ever, which I love for her. But also....Matty has made such incredibly offensive statements over the years, and I'm just very confused here. Half of Tumblr is squealing over him, and the other half is, from what I see, very understandably upset.

I know we don't really know these people and who they are aside from what they present themselves as publicly, I just don't understand what part is an act and what's not. And even if it is an act, are statements that have genuinely offended specific groups of people something to brush off as satire?

Hey nonnie!

Can you believe I typed this answer four times and keep deleting? I just keep rambling. I'm trying to cover all bases here even though you didn't ask for all of that.

POSSIBLE TW: For slight mentions of racism and homophobia

I'd honestly believe Taylor. We have no reason not to. They're happy right now. Maybe he's the one for her and maybe he won't be. But They're happy and despite everything they are trying to make this work. Clearly I'm on the squealing side of this. I've followed both of them for years. The news kinda surprised me first but the more I thought about it. The more they just make so much sense to me. Even if they didn't, It's not my place or anyone's place really to judge. I would have supported it anyway. I don't think there relationship is an act. Not in the slightest. I do however believe they had a looong talk or talks about his past, and his Truman Black persona he does on stage.

If you don't know allow me to explain, Truman Black was a name he used for socials when people found Matty Healy on facebook years ago due to his mom, Denise Welch. He created the name Truman Black instead and used socials. Truman Black is basically this anti woke character that makes an appearance at the 1975 shows. He's used in mockery to modern issues such as political, race, gender identity, etc etc. (If you've seen those "I don't think it's racist to say.." or "I don't think it's homophobic to say.." clips and then Adam cuts him off. That is Truman). (Here's a compilation of these to show it's a bit.)

This is all an act, as Matty is the complete opposite. Matty is a leftist who albeit extremely intelligent and self aware, does not have a filter. He often thinks before he speaks which as we know has placed him in some heated situations. Some within reason and others, have been pulled out of context. He has spoken on the ones out of context and fully explained. The within reason from what I've seen is when his fans are deeply upset and he realizes he fucked up. Then he addresses it. If people are pressed but not troubled he lets it go. Look at the podcast people were upset, especially with comments regarding Ice Spice. He took the time at his show to apologize. (you can find here on tiktok)

Recently, I wanna say in Feb/March he deleted all his socials. When a fan asked he said, "The 1975 is an eras based band and the time of him being an asshole is over." (you can find here on tiktok) I think moving forward Truman is gone. He's done with the act. I think Taylor had some part in that RE: them having long talks about his persona.

Now the podcast...people have a right to be upset. The conversation was jarring to say the least. I don't think it was podcast he should have ever been on knowing fans would listen and majority of fans don't find this satire, dark humor. From my understanding the The Adam Friedland Show's podcast (which was originally called cum town.) lines up with South Park in terms of humor so it seems to be if you get it you get it and if you dont you dont but that's not our fault you didn't get the joke. At least that's the vibe I get from hearing them. What's crazy to me, is everyone is blaming Matty when the dudes on the podcast said he didn't start anything. I do suggest people watch this:

TW: MENTIONS OF GRAPHIC NSFW TOWARDS POC (it's them talking about the buzzfeed article) Hopefully it helps put things in perspective.

Should we brush this off because it's satire? No. we should not. I don't and will never understand why people believe this kind of "humor" is funny. It's tasteless in my eyes due to the topics and the thin line this type of comedy is. At the end of the day that didn't mean intentional harm unlike certain politicians and other people in the world.

One more thing I wanna say before I end this, If you're unsure on your stance on Matty I suggest you look at videos of him with fans, of his talks during shows, and with actual interviews like the ones he does with Zane Lowe. You still might be put off by him and that's totally fine. I just simply encourage everyone to do research and not rely on a Buzzfeed article and what people who admit they don't know him say. I know people who just don't like them much like how some people don't like Taylor. That's okay!

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Chapter One: Synth Therapist

featured characters: tommy (oc), high rise, h2-22, desdemona, drummer boy, nate (ss)

word count; 3,261

full chapter guide

— "This is an Eyebot. They're my favorite. They float around and play radio stations, and they can shoot lasers and play holotapes if ya’ program ‘em to," The young Railroad Agent explained, brushing her dark hair behind her ears with a sheepish smile. She sat the small eyebot figurine on the table, scooting it closer to the synth that sat across from her. “I have one at home.”

The golden morning sun streamed through the windows of safe house Ticonderoga, the thin layer of green-tinted fog that hung over the Commonwealth leaving hazy rainbows in its wake. The city was sleeping, peaceful for the first time in forever. It was mornings like this, when she could sit and make friends with a newly freed synth, that Tommy didn’t despise living in a radioactive wasteland.

"Why are they called eyebots if they don't have any eyes?" The synth across from her, H2-22, questioned softly. His voice was hardly above a whisper. It had remained his default volume since Tommy and High Rise assured him that it was okay to speak. Shame on Old Man Stockton for telling him he couldn’t. "Do they have hidden eyes that we aren't aware of?"

"Probably. Robots have no shortage of gadgets inside of ‘em these days," She smiled, pushing the figurine further across the table. He took it between his pointer finger and thumb gently. His soft gray eyes trailed over the tiny robot, feathered brown hair falling down in front of them so he had to brush it out of the way .

"These really are neat," He stated. Several of her other figurines were scattered across the table from where she'd been showing him. A sentry bot, a protectron. Some of her comic books, too, a few brightly colored Grognaks. He especially loved looking at the figurines, though.

Tommy smiled, brushing her wavy, brown hair back behind her ears where it had fallen in front of her face again. She kept the length about an inch above her shoulders so it was easy to maintain. Well, easy enough. The old police cap she wore on her head kept her from having to do much on top. "You can keep them."

Despite H2 being a synthetic human, his eyes lit up with nearly contagious excitement. "Really?"

"Of course. I just carry them around when I find them. They're better off with someone who thinks they're... neat."

"Oh boy! Thank you!" He smiled, placing the eyebot next to the Mr. Handy on the metal table. "And... and the comics, too?"

"Of course," She smiled. Tommy collected them, sure, but she could stand to part with a few Grognaks. He wasn’t her favorite unstoppable anyways. Hers was always the Inspector.

H2 smiled brightly, gray irises bouncing between all of his new belongings. "You really know one of these?" He questioned, pointing at the miniature Assaultron. It was a limited edition figurine Tommy had found in an old train car — and definitely hadn’t fought Drummer Boy over.  

"Yeah! Her name is P.A.M. She lives back at my work," She explained. "She's a bit taller than me, and her programming allows her to predict the future."

"How neat. You're very neat, Tommy," He stated, grinning up at her. A stupidly huge smile spread across her face, her big emerald green doe-eyes shining with a pure joy. She tugged at the sleeves of her shirt, fiddling with the clip of the gloves she wore.

"You're neat, too," She stated, letting the happiness that was radiating from her newfound friend pin the corners of her lips into a permanent smile.

H2 shrugged, grazing his finger over the assaultron’s body. "Not really. I don't... I don't even have a life," He replied. 

"You’re awesome, H2. You escaped the Institute. How incredible is that?" Tommy smiled contagiously, nudging his foot under the table with her own brown combat boot."That’s, like, the coolest thing you could’ve ever done. I've never met a person quite like you. You could be the main character of a new comic.”

The synth regained his joy, a smile forcing its way onto his lips. "You mean a robot. You’ve never met a robot quite like me.”

Tommy leaned forward, propping her chin on her gloved hand. “No, I mean a person.”

His smile got even bigger.

She turned and looked out the window. The sun was peeking over the buildings, and the fog was lifting, letting the golden light shine all the way to the ground and brighten the wasteland. She needed to get back to HQ before Desdemona flagged her as missing. She'd left the night before last, so she would be expected to return, like, yesterday.

"Alright, H2. I'm afraid I'm gonna have to head back now," She smiled sadly. "My boss is probably worried."

"I understand. They need you back, you're probably the best agent they have. Maybe you should be the one in the comic," He suggested, fiddling with the hem of his blue overcoat.

Tommy smiled a semi-fake smile, rapping the table with her knuckles . "I'll see you soon, H2.”

He nodded, glancing up at her, then down at his hands. "Be careful out there.”

She smiled, nodding as she stood and gathered her things. Her bag was slightly lighter after giving all of her figurines and comics to H2. She slid her 10mm into her hip holster and her knife into another, grabbing her shotgun and swinging it over her shoulder. Her sniper rifle was connected to her ruck by the sling. 

Her scarlet, waffle-knit long-sleeve shirt, jeans, and brown combat boot combo wasn’t exactly high fashion in the Commonwealth. Maybe the brown, fingerless mechanics’ gloves she had on her hands, or the old, navy police hat she’d ripped the badge off of and wore on her head, or the heavily modified toolbelt she kept around her waist would qualify. It was clipped into the belt loops of her pants, and housed two pistol holsters and two knife holsters. The leather straps extended all the way to her ankles, providing four more pockets. One side held a few stimpaks and medical supplies, and the other, ammo.

“I’ll see you soon, H,” She stated, reaching across the table and ruffling his already messy hair like he was her baby brother. He smiled up at her with no reply.

She sucked in a breath, turning away from the synth and heading toward the front door, shotgun thudding against her torso as she walked with one hand on the stock.

"Heading back to HQ?" Came the familiar voice of High Rise, the main railroad Heavy stationed at Ticonderoga. Tommy turned and caught his dark eyes where he stood on the front steps, nodding. His leather jacket get-up reminded her of home.

"Figured Des might want me back now. Probably some toilets that need unclogging or some floors that need mopping," She sighed, not able to help the venom that dripped from her words. High Rise sighed, shaking his head at her.

"Are you saying your mission was equivalent in importance to mindless chores?"

"No, of course not!" She replied quickly, sending a glance back to the synth who had opened one of the comic books again. "Not at all. I just… wish Des would let me do more than, y’know… helping synths get settled in. That’s all.”

High Rise sighed, shifting his weight on his feet and placing a hand on her shoulder. "You don’t need to be jealous of Nate, kid. There’s room for more than one Heavy in HQ.”  

Tommy sighed. She knew she shouldn't have been jealous of the new guy, but she couldn’t help it. It only took him three months to make Desdemona like him the same amount, probably more, than she liked Tommy after she’d worked under her for three years. He was already taking on the hardest missions, the missions usually reserved for Heavies like Glory that’d been in the Railroad for ages. Why didn’t Tommy ever get to do any? She used to get more Heavy missions before Nate came along, but now, she barely got any. Now she was just a synth therapist. 

"I know, I know," Tommy replied, sighing. She shook her head at herself. It wasn't like favoritism was a problem she could fix anyways. 

“I bet you’ll be back on Heavy missions in no time,”

Tommy nodded, sending him a half smile. “Well, I'm not gonna dwell on it any more right now. Stuff needs done. I’ll catch you on the flip side, High Rise."

"Ata'girl, Tommy. Come see us soon!"

"Roger that! Don’t move H2 without telling me!”

“Roger, roger!”

She tipped her hat to him as she sauntered away from the building, disappearing into the depths of the bomb-stricken city. She kept her shotgun clutched close to her chest. Cambridge was usually infested with enemies, human and non-human alike, and she never stepped foot in it unarmed. In fact... she never really went anywhere unarmed. The Commonwealth wasn’t exactly friendly, no matter who you were, no matter where you went. 

As she hopscotched over old debris and played footsie with a few pesky barbs of metal, a small thud erupted from her left. Glancing over, she spotted a holotape perched on the pile of rubble. Had she dropped that?

After scanning the area for enemies and finding none, she picked up the small orange rectangle and spun it around in her hands. It had the date 1/13/88 taped on the front... about a month prior. She’d recognize that handwriting anywhere. She shook her head as a smirk made its way onto her face. How did he always get those tapes into her bag without her seeing?

Zeke, leader of a small gang called the Atom Cats and the Commonwealth's coolest, was like a brother, a father, and a fun uncle all in one. He'd found her orphaned in Diamond City when she was barely in double digits, which felt like ages ago. He was young at the time, and lonely, so he took her with him across the Commonwealth. She'd been with him through the creation of the Atom Cats. They were what got her into technology and robotics — basically her entire life. They were her family.

Zeke was ecstatic when she told him she'd joined the Railroad three years ago. It was something he'd thought about for a long time. Of course — it meant she would spend a lot of time away from the Garage. But she still went to see him. And even when she didn't, he sent holotapes with her when she left to remind her that he was always there. 

She smiled widely, popping the tape  into her bag. She was beyond thankful for the ragtag little gang she called family, and all of the strange agents at HQ she could call friends.

It only took her an hour or so to make it back to the Old North Church. She holstered her weapons as she walked through the grimy catacombs, slinging her shotgun behind her back where it thudded against her sniper. She descended into the big room that smelled of oil and dirt, getting small greetings from agents around her.

"Tommy. I take it your mission was a success," Desdemona commented as the teenager rounded the center table, dark eyes laser focused on the youngest agent under her command. Her red hair made her easily distinguishable from all of the agents that scurried around the room. Not to mention that her vest and scarf duo was definitely not something you’d find on someone who was trying to blend in.

"Yep," Tommy replied, popping the ‘p’ as she grazed her fingertips across the round table. “H2’s therapy sesh is complete.I think I should be getting paid for this. I’ll have Tinker Tom write me up a license.”

“Drop the attitude, Tommy,” 

She was the only agent that Desdemona allowed to go by their real name. Mainly because no one would expect a nineteen-year-old girl to be named Tommy. Also because Tommy was seventeen at the time she joined the Railroad and made way too much fun of everyone else’s nicknames to have her own.

Des also thought it would be beneficial to have an ally down South, even if it was just a small gang. Zeke agreed to let the Railroad use the garage as a spot for agents to lay low if needed, which worked out well, because Tommy was in and out of there anyways, practically using it as a hideout already.

"Good work," The redhead continued, lighting up a cigarette. "I have something else for you."

Tommy glanced at the agents around her. "Nate dead or something?"

"Drop the attitude," The woman repeated, huffing out a cloud of smoke and flicking the ashes away from her. "He's taking care of a missing synth down near the coast. I need you to oversee the movement of additional resources to Mercer and Ticonderoga. Thursday night, tomorrow night. The shipments need to be as fast, quiet, and as under the radar as you can get them."

"Wouldn’t have ‘em any other way, ma'am,"

"We're using the cleared-out sub-station tunnels for the trip," She stated. "And when you're done at Ticon, it's that time."

A smile made its way onto Tommy's face.

"I'm going to need you back Sunday afternoon to start up, though,"

"Of course," Tommy repeated, bouncing on her heels giddily. Since she was still young, Zeke had talked Desdemona into letting her come back to the garage for the weekends, while most Heavies were expected to stay in the bunks at HQ or a safehouse. Somewhere Des always had access to them. 

"Careful out there, agent. Don't think for a second that I won't flag you missing if you're late."

"Wouldn't dare, Desdemona," She replied, winking at her dramatically. The woman rolled her eyes and flicked the cigarette again.

"You and the supplies are scheduled to leave tomorrow around eight p.m. I'm not going to make you do any tasks in your downtime unless something needs urgent attention. Just be here on time tomorrow. I mean it."

Tommy gave her a salute. "Loud and clear."

"Better be,"

Tommy smiled as she walked away from her boss... but that smile faded almost immediately when she saw a familiar dark-headed dimbo walk into HQ. Stupid Nate with his stupid smile and stupid go-getter attitude. And thanks to her naturally occurring bad luck, his chocolate eyes caught hers as soon as he glanced around.

"Hey, Tommy," He announced as he walked toward Des, waving a hand at the younger agent. He was in that awfully gaudy Minutemen uniform, his pointy hat clasped tightly in his hand. That ridiculous excuse for a firearm he called a laser musket, hanging over his shoulder, ran louder than an actual generator. It was a miracle he wasn't dead, thanks to the horrible reliability of those hand-held laser bombs. Not to mention that they sounded like someone had thrown a pair of boots in a pre-war dryer and tried to make it run.

Tommy rolled her eyes and continued to walk the other way, earning a small huff from the newer agent. He didn't try again, thank God.

She took up a post against the wall with her arms crossed, watching him sweet talk their boss into a smile. He was such a suck-up. He'd definitely been spending too much time with Deacon. But to be honest... any amount of time with Deacon was too much for the average human. Tommy lad learned that early on and chose to keep her distance from the shady spy.

That's when she noticed, Nate had no companion trailing behind him today. No Deacon, no scarlet-clad reporter, no Minuteman with an ugly hat, no angry red-head with a weird accent or shiny Mr. Handy. It only made her suspicions of him grow. What was he doing that he couldn't do with a companion? Wasn't he supposed to be killing a Courser? He might've been a good agent, but not good enough to take out one of those murder-machines all by himself.

"Careful staring at him like that. He might think you're into him,"

Tommy turned, coming face to face with likely her favorite person in the whole HQ, Drummer Boy. His light eyes, blue jacket, and newsboy cap was familiar and comforting — the most comforting thing in the Commonwealth outside of Zeke’s Garage. He was their resident Courier and ran the dead-drop system for The Railroad. If you needed messages, locations, encryptions... he was your guy.

He used to be a Heavy. When Tommy first started working for The Railroad almost three years ago, he was the Heavy that trained her. That is... until he stepped on a mine and blew both of his legs to bits. Carrington was able to make them functional again, but due to his permanent lack of speed and agility, Drummer Boy had to be pulled from the Heavy position and given a job that could be completed safely at HQ. 

Not that Tommy was complaining. She didn't know what she'd do if he died. He was the closest thing she had to a real friend besides the Atom Cats.

"If when you say 'into him' you mean 'the mere thought of him makes me want to beat myself with a brick' then yeah. I'm into him," Tommy sassed. 

Drummer Boy snickered from her left, settling against the wall next to her.

"Sounds like it'd be a healthy relationship to me,"

She snickered this time. They watched in sync as Nate and Desdemona chuckled about something. Then, a few minutes later, the new guy left HQ with that cheesy smile he always seemed to have on his face. Why was he like that? So positive? He was definitely hiding something. No one in the Wasteland was chipper.

"You off duty until the supply run tomorrow night?" Drummer Boy questioned. She could feel his eyes on the side of her head as she watched the Vault Dweller leave the catacombs.

"Yeah," Tommy muttered, glancing over at him. "You?"

"As long as nothing surprises us, then yeah. Finished up the map of the run yesterday, and the scouts are getting ready to leave and clear the path for ya," He commented. "Been doing okay in the field?"

"Okay as I can be during a nuclear fallout. You?"

"The two-hundred-year-old duct tape and bubble gum holding my life together seems to be doing a pretty good job at the moment,"

She nodded along with his statement. “Mine, too.”

The pair sat in silence for a few minutes, watching the hustle and bustle around the HQ. Carrington was working his medical magic on another Railroad Heavy who had a nasty bullet wound. Glory was gone on an Op; Deacon was... well, off somewhere, doing something, probably something no one actually knew about. Tinker Tom was casually talking to his terminal as he typed on it. Des was pacing around the center table like she always did, spitting orders at defenseless agents every time they passed by. Life in HQ was normal. At least while Nate was gone.

"Hey," Drummer Boy whispered, tapping her shoulder gently with the back of his hand. "Wanna head up to the roof?"

She glanced over at him, tilting her head slightly at the hint of playfulness hidden in his gray irises. The corners of her mouth quirked up slightly as she glanced back at Desdemona, who was paying them no mind. 

"Give me five minutes,"

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