#LOVE YOU ESME!!!! TYSM

[zablife]

YAY!!! I'm so happy your requests are open again. I fricking love your writing. I was wondering if I could be cheeky and request a couple of things. 01. Jack Nelson (non-dark) x shy Librarian Reader either one shot or relationship headcanons where he falls obsessively in love with her (Can include NSFW). 02. I love your OC Scarlett and I was wondering if you could write a little adventure between her and her twin John. These last ones are silly. 03. If you could recommend a book for each character (Tommy, Arthur, John, Michael, Luca, Polly, Esme, Jack, and Alfie) what would you give each character. 04. Same question but favourite animals.

Hi lovely, tysm for the compliment! Since this is a long ask, I'll break it into a couple of replies. #1 I'll add to my WIP list as I already have an idea so that will be forthcoming. As for #2, I have a series that's a bit like this already called Partners in Crime between John and Alfie's sister (written as a reader insert). They have chaotic sibling energy I think you'll enjoy! I must say tho #3 is the ask I had the most fun with bc I found some hilarious real (and not so real) book titles that had me screaming with laughter. You'll see why when you peek below the cut 🤭

Giving the Peaky Blinders a Book

Alfie

Arthur

John

Esme

Luca

Jack

Michael

Finn

Tommy

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AHAHAHAH THE ADVENTURE EVENT WAS SO FUN TO DO TYSM I LOVED THE EFFORT YOU PUT INTO IT IT WAS SO CUTE LOVEU

HBFEDJKWNLMSQL TY TY TY TY ESME ILYSM AHHHHHHHHH IM SO GLAD YOU LIKED IT!!!!!

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HI esme tysm for the ask!! i love ask games!!!

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favorite lyric: "this ain't the end of nothing much, it's just another round / i can't carry you forever, but i can hold you now"

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tysm esme💕 hope you have a wonderful day✨

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Hi merry Christmas/happy holidays!

Thank you to arya,meee,GG,esme,pixie,bam,lola,beepbop and Ky!

Answering them personally:

YAYYYY TYY XX

Help I wrote this one to myself to test it out😭

Merry Christmas 🎅 🎄 ❤️

Hiii moooot!!! Tysm I hope you have a good holiday season(I HOPE I WORDED THAT RIGHT IM SORRY I MEAN LIKE ENJOY THE HOLIDAY OFF SCHOOL/WORK YK)

Merry Christmas!!!!! Hope you have a amazing 2024 xx

You tooooo!! I also love your nameee

Merry Christmas 🎅!

Apple juice is dominant. May you have many more years of applejuice to come

Merry Christmas/happy holidays!

You too! I'm team sokeefe but don't hate on sofitz shippers 🥳

Merry Christmas/happy holidays!

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HAPPY BDAY!!! <3

[zablife]

Would you rather…

Have a threesome with John & Esme

OR

Have a threesome with Tommy & Lizzie

Hi lovely, tysm for the asks! I promise to get to each. I thought I’d start with this one bc my decision was instant. John and Esme!! I’ve been in love with them forever 😍

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[zablife]

@emotionalcadaver I love the prompt you chose and how you executed it, Lauren! The painful sting of John's words are detailed beautifully in Lucy's reaction, her feisty reply coupled with the inevitable tears she can't hold back. Her moments afterward with Charlie are wonderfully heartfelt as he reaches for her face and calls her mama 🥰 I melted at his adorable show of affection for her. It's clear that all he cares about is the love he feels, which is that of a mother. But it is perfectly clear why she returns to John's comment, esp as she ponders the name Charlie will call her ("Aunt Lucy" in particular for some reason feels far too removed for what she has become to him.)

I was pleased to hear Tommy's readiness to defend Lucy bc John and Esme were so out of line! You know how much I adore this couple, but it's difficult to like them in this fic. I wanted to hit both of them for neglecting Charlie and their thoughtlessness toward Lucy. However, it's comforting to know Tommy will have the last word. (I can only imagine what that might be 🤭) Amazing story about this little family! You always write them with such tenderness. Tysm for sharing it for Shark's celebration!

Not Yours

Fandom: Peaky Blinders

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Grace Burgess x OC

Summary: John says something regarding Lucy��s relationship with Charlie that cuts deeply.

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Word Count: 3,428 

Notes: I wrote this for @call-sign-shark’s 1k followers celebration. Congratulations, Shark! I decided to participate in the angel themed option, and I picked the dialogue prompt: "Don't listen to them" from this list. As usual you can read this as a standalone fic without reading the preceding parts if you prefer. There are some spoilers for previous parts, so if you want to go into the fics preceding this one totally blind, I suggest reading those first, but it’s by no means required to understand what’s going on here. All you need to know is that it takes place sometime between seasons 2 and 3, and that Tommy, Lucy, and Grace are in an established polyamorous relationship. Warnings for angst, polyamory, infertility, some irresponsible behavior when taking care of a baby (the baby is fine, though, don’t worry!), and insecurity.  

She rushed down the hall, shoes clattering against the hardwood floor, bursting through the doors to the drawing room, following the high wails that were steadily increasing in volume. 

“Charlie!?”

The baby was sitting on a blanket in the middle of the room, his face contorted with terror as he cried his little heart out. Swooping into the room, she scooped him up, cradling the back of his head when she pulled his tiny body into her chest. He immediately nuzzled into her neck, still crying even as he clung to her.

“Sweet boy, sweet boy. It’s okay. I’ve got you,” she swayed them both gently from side to side. “Shush…it’s okay,” satisfied that he was safe once he started to settle, she looked around the room, brows furrowing.

John and Esme had come by to let their kids run off some of their energy by playing on the expansive grounds around Arrow House. She could hear their hoots and hollers filtering in through the window. Tommy had to go down to his office in Small Heath for something, and Grace was in London doing some wedding shopping. Lucy had some things she needed to get done, and had taken up John and Esme on their offer to babysit Charlie while she worked in her office. She thought it would be fine; they had about a thousand children so it wasn’t like she was worried they would drop the baby on his head or anything. Besides, it was only for an hour at most. 

And yet, looking around the room where she’d left them with Charlie, there was no John or Esme to be found. Her eyes narrowed. What the fuck? Didn’t they know better than to leave a baby alone like this? The least they could have done was put him in his crib in the nursery so he couldn’t get into trouble.  

Charlie’s cries had mostly subdued, resting his head on her shoulder with his chubby little arms still clinging to her.

“Where’d your aunt and uncle go, Charlie?” she asked, truly baffled. But steadily replacing that bafflement was a deep fury. What the fuck was wrong with them?

Still carrying Charlie, she began to walk towards the upstairs, adjusting the weight of him in her arms. 

“I know, sweetie,” she said when he sniffled into her shoulder. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have left you alone with them.”

A pit of guilt had opened up inside her. She should have known better than to trust them. 

It was just as she was rounding the corner to take Charlie back to the nursery that the door to one of the guest rooms flew open, John and Esme staggering out, giggling and readjusting their clothes. 

When they caught sight of her they froze, expressions turning sheepish. For a long moment, the three of them just stared at each other. 

“He was crying,” Lucy said finally.

“Shit,” John wiped a hand down his face, stifling a laugh. “Sorry. We didn’t hear.”

“Cleary,” she knew that she would be better served to just bite her tongue and tell Tommy about what happened later and let him deal with it, but she was too angry. “You should have said if it was such an inconvenience to watch him. I could have just put him in his bassinet in my office.”

“It’s no inconvenience–”

“No?” she raised an eyebrow. John rolled his eyes.

“Look, the kid fell asleep. Esme and I haven’t had a moment alone in fuck knows how long. We figured we’d just step away for a few moments while he slept and everything would be fine–”

Poor Charlie. He must have woken up laying on that blanket in the big drawing room all by himself and gotten scared. Lucy tightened her arms around him protectively. 

“Well then you should have called a maid or the nanny to come watch him. You can’t just leave a baby alone like that! He could have gotten hurt!”

“Oh, come on, Luce, he can barely even crawl yet, he would’ve been fine–” John started.

“We know a hell of a lot more about raising kids than you,” Esme ground out. Lucy felt her hackles raise at the underlying meaning.

“Excuse me?”

Esme opened her mouth, but John interjected before she could say anymore. 

“Look,” he pinched his brow. “Fine. It was a mistake, and we’re sorry,” he gave Esme a little nudge. “Aren’t we, Esme?”

“Mm,” was all she said, still glaring at Lucy. 

“But he’s fine,” John gestured to where Charlie was settled comfortably in Lucy’s arms. “No harm done. So…”

Lucy raised an eyebrow. “So…?” she quoted back, though she had a pretty good idea of what John was going to ask of her next. 

He sighed. “So, if you could just maybe not mention any of this to Tommy…”

Lucy cocked her head. “I think that Tommy has a right to know what happens in his own household, don’t you? Especially if it has to do with his child.”

John’s face twitched. He’d always had a short fuse. But at least Lucy was fairly confident he wouldn’t try anything too rash so long as she had the baby in her arms. 

“Would it kill you to not be a fucking snitch, just once in your life!?” he snapped. “You act all shocked and hurt that none of us can fucking stand you, but have never stopped to consider that maybe it’s because we know everything we do or say around you gets back to him?”

“I do my job, John. Just like you do yours.”

Esme scoffed. “His little spy. Even amongst his own family members,” she hissed a curse in Shelta and spat at her feet. Shaking her head, Lucy shouldered past them. She wasn’t going to stand around and listen to this. 

“I’m not going to lie to Tommy when he asks me how things went today just so you two can avoid a scolding.” she said over her shoulder.

“Why do you even care so much!?” John exploded, shouting at her as she continued to walk down the hallway. “He’s not even your kid!”

Lucy froze, shoes skidding to a stop against the soft rug. She was glad that her back was turned, so John couldn’t see her face when the words punched a hole in her heart. 

Swallowing hard and carefully schooling her features into an expression that hopefully hid just how heartbroken the statement had left her, she turned around, taking a few steps back towards them.

“Get out of my house.”

John and Esme both looked momentarily taken aback by the dark tone in her voice.

“It’s not your house,” John tried to argue.

“Oh, okay. Let’s wait for Tommy or Grace to come home and see how they feel about that sentiment.”

Their jaws clenched, but they both seemed to recognize that was not a fight they particularly wanted to engage in; especially considering they were in enough trouble already. John wiped at his nose, then took Esme’s hand.

“Come on, Esme,” he led her with booming steps towards the stairs. Lucy watched them until they had disappeared out of sight, squeezing Charlie a little tighter to her. The moment they were gone, she felt her features crumple slightly, breaths shaky as she turned back around to head towards the nursery. As if sensing she was distressed, Charlie pulled back from where he’d been resting his head on her shoulder to look at her. 

“I’m okay, honey,” she said, shouldering open the door to the nursery. Instead of taking him to the crib, she sat down in the rocking chair with him in her lap. Charlie craned his head up to look at her curiously, the chair shifting back and forth as she rocked them mindlessly. Breaths still shuttering in her chest with the effort it was taking her not to cry, Lucy smoothed down Charlie’s hair with her palm, kissing the top of his head.

She loved Charlie with all her heart. And Tommy and Grace had made herculean efforts to ensure she never felt left out in raising him, always insisting that Charlie was just as much hers as he was theirs. 

They’d made even more of an effort on emphasizing that fact ever since she’d finally admitted to them her secret regarding her inability to have her own biological children. 

But despite their efforts, fear still weighed heavily inside her chest. Fear of what would happen when Charlie got old enough to begin asking questions about the nature of her relationship with his parents. And that, maybe, even after he knew the truth, he wouldn’t understand. He could even come to the conclusion that he didn’t want his parents being with her at all. 

They hadn’t really decided how much they were going to tell him when he got older. Of course there was the concern that when he was young he might not fully understand the importance of discretion in the whole arrangement. But the idea of him not knowing, and growing up thinking that either of his parents were being unfaithful to each other with her, and inevitably resenting her for it, made her want to cry. 

“Da!” Charlie squawked.

“I know,” she stroked his soft hair. “Daddy’ll be home soon,” she soothed.

Charlie cuddled back against her chest, yawning a little. Lucy sighed, stroking his back. 

“I hope you’ll still love me this much when you’re older, kiddo,” she whispered. 

“He’s not even your kid!” John’s voice echoed in her head, and her bottom lip trembled.

It always stung to be reminded that outside of Tommy and Grace, no one would ever really see her as Charlie’s parent. While most of the family knew about the arrangement between her, Grace, and Tommy, many of them did not approve of or even accept it. And she knew that quite a few of them also viewed her extensive involvement in Charlie’s upbringing as her pushing herself into a position where she didn’t belong.   

God, the possibility that Charlie himself might someday feel that same way…

A shuddering sound left her lips, breaths stuttering as she tried hard not to cry. Suddenly unable to sit still, she picked Charlie back up and stood, going to the window.  

She had never thought of Charlie as anything other than her baby. 

And given what the doctors had told her, he–and any other children Tommy and Grace might have–was the only baby she would ever have.  

That was alright. She’d mostly made peace with that fact, small bouts of sadness or insecurity aside, and she loved Charlie so much; he would always be enough for her. 

He’s not even your kid.

But the idea, that nagging, insistent feeling, that someday Charlie might say something to the exact same effect to her, was more than enough to break her heart.  

Hot tears finally slid down her cheeks, a small sob spasming in her chest. Charlie, staring up at her, reached up, patting at her wet face clumsily with one of his tiny hands. 

“Mama,” he said.

“Mama will be back soon, too, sweetie,” her voice was heavy with tears. 

“Mama!” he insisted, patting her face again.  

Lucy looked down at him in puzzlement, lips parting when she finally understood. “Oh, no, honey…I’m not your mama.”

“Mama,” Charlie said once more, stubbornly, and she sighed. He really was his father’s child. 

“It’s just ‘Lucy,’ baby,” she tried to explain. She didn’t really have an official title for him to call her by. Any form of ‘mother’ just felt like it would confuse the poor boy, but she wasn’t particularly fond of variations like ‘Aunt Lucy’ either. She had come more or less to the conclusion that she would just be ‘Lucy’ to him almost without even realizing it.

“Mama!” Charlie’s hand tried to again pat at her damp cheek, though it was more like he was gently smacking her with it thanks to his lack of coordination. She sputtered out a sound that was half a laugh, slightly tipping her face away from him after he almost poked her in the eye. 

Adjusting him so he was propped up on her hip, she leaned her head against the top of his, closing her eyes while swaying them back and forth. A moment later, Charlie put his little arms on each of her shoulders in what could only be considered a hug, and she nearly burst into another round of tears over how heartwarming it was.

Sometimes she swore that the kid understood far more of what was actually going on with the adults around him than they thought.  

She didn’t think she stood there for very long, though she couldn’t be entirely sure, before she heard the creak of shoes on the floorboards behind her.

“There you are,” Tommy said, striding across the room before she really had time to process that he was there, pecking a kiss to her lips and stroking a gentle hand over Charlie’s head. He frowned when he pulled back and got a good look at her face. Her eyes were probably still red from crying. “What’s wrong?”

“Oh, um…”

“Da!” Charlie interrupted her, clearly ecstatic to see his father, pulling both of their attentions to him. 

“You wanna go to your Daddy, Charlie?” Lucy asked. “Give my arms a break before they get too sore? You’re getting heavy, kiddo.”

Tommy chuckled, taking Charlie from her with a grin, holding the baby close to him with Charlie’s head tucked securely on his shoulder. Once he was situated, he turned back to Lucy, eyebrow raised questioningly. She shook her head.

“I’m fine.”

The look in his eyes said that he didn’t believe her. “I noticed John, Esme, and the kids are gone,” he prompted. 

“Yeah, I, um,” she cleared her throat. “I kinda threw them out.”

“Why?” he tilted his head curiously. 

“Because they offered to watch Charlie while the kids were playing outside so I could get some work done. And then I heard him crying later while I was in my office and I found him lying on a blanket in the drawing room wailing by himself.”

Tommy’s brows pulled together. “They just left him alone?”

“Apparently he fell asleep, and they thought it would be acceptable to go fuck in one of the spare rooms,” she reached out to stroke Charlie’s back. “He’s okay,” retracting her hand, she ran it through her tangled curls. “I shouldn’t have left him alone with them.”

“John and Esme know better than that,” Tommy growled, and from the far-off, calculating look in his eyes, she could tell that both his brother and sister-in-law were in for a proper scolding the next time he saw them. His gaze snapped back to her. “What else happened?”

She shook her head. “That’s it.”

One arm hooked securely around Charlie, he reached out the other to cup her cheek, thumb stroking the slightly puffy skin under one of her eyes.

“You’ve been crying.”

“I’m okay.”

His eyes narrowed, immediately closing in on what must have happened. “What did John say?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, Tommy…”

He gave her a stern look and she sighed, breaking eye contact with him to instead adjust the collar on Charlie’s shirt. “Just some shit about Charlie not really being my kid.”

Tommy was quiet for a long moment. “What?” he finally said, voice a low, dangerous growl. When she looked back up it was to find that his eyes had hardened, jaw tensing. 

“Yeah, um,” she coughed. And then, because she figured if she was already going to do the equivalent of throwing John into a pit with an angry wolf, she might as well tell the entire story, she added, “he also tried to say that this wasn’t my house…”

“I’m gonna kill him,” the absolute seriousness with which it was said had a weak smile pulling at the corners of her lips. Tommy shook his head, turning his furious eyes towards the window like he could somehow beam his anger and disappointment at John just by staring in the general direction of his house. “Fucking John…” he hissed under his breath.

“Yeah,” wrapping her arms around herself, she looked down at the floor. Tommy’s head snapped around to her.

“Hey,” adjusting Charlie in his arms, he reached out and cupped her face again, tilting her head up and resting his forehead against hers. “He’s wrong, eh? John’s an idiot; don’t listen to a word he says.”

Lucy let out a small laugh, a hand coming to rest on Tommy’s chest. “It’s what they’re all thinking, though,” she peered up at him, lip caught between her teeth.

Tommy shook his head. “Don’t listen to them,” his nose brushed against hers. “They don’t know what the fuck they’re talking about,” he whispered huskily, and Lucy shivered, letting him crowd in closer to her, mouth brushing over hers sensually. “You’re his mother,” he said after he pulled back. “Both me and Grace say so.”

Charlie made a squealing noise, reaching his little fists for Lucy’s hair. Tommy chuckled.

“See? Charlie does too.” 

Lucy sniffled, nodding and letting him draw her into the circle of his arm, so that he was holding both her and his son to his chest. 

“We love you,” Tommy said into her hair.

“Love you too,” she mumbled. Charlie tried to grab her hair again, catching a fistful of it.

“No tugging, son,” Tommy spoke gently, carefully untangling the curls from Charlie’s fingers before he could begin yanking on it. “Lucy doesn’t like that.”

Charlie pouted, but relented, yawning and resting his head on his father’s chest. 

“I’ll talk to John,” Tommy told her. 

“You gonna yell at him?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She tried not to smile at the idea and thoroughly failed. He never had once failed to defend her to his family whenever they stepped out of line. She couldn’t begin to tell him just how much that meant to her. “Thanks.”

He pecked her forehead “Of course.”

The door opened with a soft creak, approaching heels clicking on the floor. “Why, hello you three,” Grace smiled brightly when she took in the sight of her two lovers and her baby embracing. She whisked forward to give both Lucy and Tommy quick greeting pecks on the lips before kissing Charlie on the cheek. He made a happy cooing noise at the presence of his mother before snuggling closer to Tommy. 

“I think he’s about ready to go down,” Tommy commented, hoisting the baby a little more firmly up on his shoulder.

“Can I take him?” Lucy asked suddenly. Tommy shot her a look, smile pulling at his lips. 

“Sure,” he handed Charlie over to her with zero hesitation, the baby, already half asleep, nestled his head in the crook of her neck with no complaint, heavy in her arms. Grace pulled her eyes away from Charlie to look at her, brows furrowing. 

“Did something happen?” she asked. 

“John’s been being an ass,” Tommy said, wrapping an arm around Grace’s shoulders and kissing the top of her head. She rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ll take care of it.”

“How was the shopping?” Lucy asked, wanting desperately to change the conversation, though she could already tell from the look on Grace’s face that she would be wanting more details later. 

“Oh, very successful. I got the order in for those centerpieces we agreed on.”

“That’s good,” Lucy nodded, carrying Charlie over to the crib. “I love you,” she whispered into the baby’s ear. He cooed softly when she cradled him carefully as she put him down. 

“Mary said dinner is almost ready; we should head down,” Grace said, her and Tommy moving to join Lucy at the crib, the three of them crowded together around it. She kissed Lucy’s temple. “And then you can tell me all about what exactly John did.” 

“Okay,” Lucy breathed out, still staring down into the crib, where Charlie was looking up at her sleepily. Most of the inhabitants of Small Heath, and even many of the Shelbys, had always looked at her like she was a demon. Some monster that had crawled out of the bowels of hell to terrorize them all. But Charlie looked up at her not just with the unquestioning love that a baby had for its parents, but with complete and absolute trust. Like she was his guardian angel. 

She hoped, probably in vain, that he would always look at her like that.

[hermitmoss]

Mightily Oats and Granny Weatherwax

[id: from Carpe Jugulum - "Oats was having some difficulty with his temper. He'd carried the old bit- biddy for miles, he was frozen to the bone, and now they were here she acted as if she'd somehow done him a favour." from Two by Sleeping at Last - "A great honor to hold you up / Like a force to be reckoned with". This artwork by @alda-rana of Granny and Oats sitting in front of Oats' fire in the woods, combined with lyrics from Age of Kings by The Mountain Goats - "Felt like God's annointed when you didn't push me away". end id]

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↬part twenty two — faithful

↬watercolor

↬hwang hyunjin x reader | college au

you have a crush on him, he feels nothing. you'd do anything as long as you get to spend time with him, he takes it for granted. but even those who have feelings for someone can reach their limit, and hyunjin is the only one to blame.

a/n: hellooo, it took a while for me to finish this part and i'm sorry, but tysm for being so patient with me and for all your support on this fic! i would love to read your thoughts on this, i hope you guys enjoy<3

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[justafairytailofinnocence]

Hello!:) Just wondering if I can request a reader getting super jealous about a girl talking with Jasper and how he would react?? And if you have extra time a separate oneshot of the reader telling jas she loves him for the first time :)

TYSM buddy!! 😁😁

Hey dear thanks for the request 💖

I thought about going all the Cullen's since it would be interesting.

How they would react to you being jealous💢

Edward Cullen ✨

- he would be talking about how Bella would be kind to him.

- you would be rather annoyed and he wouldn't figure out why.

- he realised you were jealous and pulls you into a kiss stating he's in love with you.

Jasper hale🤠

- he would be talking to Alice and you knew she had feelings for him.

- you seemed rather jealous and stormed off.

- jasper would reassure you he wasn't in love with her and you. He would change your emotion just to make you happy.

Alice cullen🛍️

- she would be talking to jasper and you always liked Alice.

- she would sense your jealousy and jump on you hugging.

- she would kiss your cheek stating your her one and only.

Rosalie hale💅

- she is normally jealous but seeing you jealous is quite funny. She was teasing Emmett.

- you could feel the heat rising within you.

- Rosalie smirked and came up kissing you enjoying your torment.

Emmett Cullen 💪

- this jock often gets along with everyone and when Rosalie was teasing him you went ballistic.

- you end up pouting as he teases you about it.

- for revenge you end up talking to carlise about his most recent embarassing moments.

Esme cullen🎀

- she was talking to carlise and drinking wine.

- you ended up growling jealous coming up and kissing her cheek.

- carlise ment no harm and wandered away. You put your arm around the woman.

Carlise cullen⚕️

- he was enjoying talking to some of the nurses including Esme.

- you could feel yourself growing annoyed when suddenly he comes up and kisses you.

- you often feel very comfortable after that.

Anyways that's all I have for now:

Ta Ta💫

[carllisle]

For the 1000 followers prompts:

How would Carlisle respond to nurses/patients constantly being in love with him? What about in the past/how would he fend off callers?

(Congratulations btw!!!)

Omg tysm my lovely! This is such a good question thank you so much for asking! 🥰

Me and @stregoni-benefici and @carlislesscarf were talking about this just recently and we wondered how quick Carlisle would be to realise if someone had developed feelings for him. Any change in the human’s state - increased heart rate, dilated pupils, rush of adrenaline, rise in temperature, so on and so forth - could be rationalised as a fear response just as much as a desire response, from Carlisle’s point of view. Presumably he is as clueless about this kind of thing as Edward, and before Edward and Esme it’s implied he hated himself. It’s so easy to see oneself as a monster, fundamentally undesirable and unlovable, until someone truly loves you. Carlisle was loved by friends before Edward and Esme, but it was love from those he saw as living a monstrous lifestyle of feeding on and killing humans. That’s hardly going to make him love himself. I think that any time he had an inkling someone might have feelings for him, he would easily convince himself otherwise. The voice in his head would violently remind him what a monster he was, how repulsive and revolting he was to be around, how he was corrupted body and soul. That voice would truly crush and humiliate him to the point where even the thought of someone having feelings for him would trigger bouts of self loathing, because of the sheer impossibility of that. How could anyone have romantic feelings for me? I’m revolting beyond words. How indescribably stupid of me to even entertain the idea. A thought foolish beyond measure. Should anyone be so bold as to admit their feelings for him to his face, he would brush it off in anguish as insanity, or that he had unwittingly tricked them. Any time that happened, he moved to a new town or city far away.

Once he Calmed Down and learned to treat himself more kindly with the help of Edward and Esme’s love, and later Emmett’s and the rest of the coven and the Denali cousins, he realised that sometimes people did grow attracted to him. He realised that what he took for so long to be fear was often attraction, and occasionally - unfortunately - obsession. Given the fragile nature of the human spirit, Carlisle usually did his best to tread carefully and sensitively. He would bring up Esme whenever he could in conversation so that anyone who knew him knew how happily married he was. He was never good at flirting or picking up on romantic cues, so no advances were willingly encouraged. However, he is very charismatic and personable and has a good sense of humour and than in itself can be interpreted as flirting. Should anyone cross a line, Carlisle would kindly but firmly remind the infatuated that he is love for his wife is all consuming, that nothing beyond her interests him, that as wonderful as the person before him is, he belongs body and soul to his wife. He wishes the person the best in finding someone to share themselves with, but he is not that someone. The other person would probably find this very awkward and old school, but hey, Carlisle is from a very different time!

I think his go-to is always Esme. When people see how he lights up just talking about her, they pretty quickly realise that no one can compare to her in his eyes - or heart. For those suckers who can’t get over him and are stuck in the rut of unrequited love, he would do his best, I think, to remove himself from their life - change shifts, move wards, move departments, anything to keep him out of their way. Ok the early days with Esme, I like to think he thought his love for her was unrequited and although it wasn’t, he can sympathise with those who are in that position. Because he felt it so deeply himself, I think that’s why he would go to such lengths to save others from that.

What do you think? 😁😁

[jessicas-pi]

🖊️🖊️🖊️ oooooh I'd love to hear about Carthage Saxon, Esme, and Makheta of Shilli!

Yay!!! TYSM for the ask!!!

So, Carthage Saxon is a Mandalorian from Paint Bombs, Pixie Cuts, And Elopement, aka Medieval AU 2: Electric Boogaloo. He's not the greatest person around, if you get my drift. Kinda like a medieval frat boy. Unfortunately he is also very rich so he never got into trouble for the problems he caused. That is going to change. It is really going to change.

And Esme, the Dathomirian girl from the Problem Children AU!! Hmmm, something to say about her. Oh, I got it!! So, she, Ventress, and Merrin (who is about 10 at that point) are the last survivors of the Dathomir Massacre, so they're really close to each other. There's a video on the holonet of a super tired Merrin accidentally calling Ventress "mom" and everyone knows Esme was the one who posted it. She denies everything.

Finally, my girl Makheta!! She's from Book 1 of the Medieval AU. She's princess!Ahsoka's personal handmaid. They met on a battlefield during the war; Makheta's home was destroyed, so she had nowhere to go, and Ahsoka liked how she could keep up even though she wasn't a trained soldier, so she offered her the position on the spot. They've been inseparable ever since, and they talk in Togruti when they're alone, or when they want to tell secrets in front of other people.

[reachfolk]

10, 11, and 17 for miss Filly pleeeeease!!

💛 ya bestie @vilkas

(tysm for the ask queenie, kindly ignore how long it took, I have no concept of time 💃)

how trustworthy is your ophelia? would she ever change opposing factions?

trustworthy as she is, ophelia has changed factions in the past !! she was born and raised in karthspire, a large forsworn camp, and was a forsworn for the majority of her life. she changed sides when she met alexandria during a raid she was on. the tldr is: she'd been having vague visions of a woman fitting alexandria's exact description as a core ally to the reach. she and her team were ordered to attack alexi's family's carriage on the road, but when she saw lex, she immediately turned on her own team and began fighting them back to protect lex. luckily, hypatia and esme backed her up, but it all resulted in them having to leave the forsworn. that's the general story of how the coven was formed and why it was detached from the forsworn faction. but !! I'd say filly is still very trustworthy since every decision she's made was in order to benefit the reach ⁠— even if on the surface she looked like a backstabber to the forsworn.

what is your ophelia’s main source of income, if she has one besides plundering tombs and adventuring? if she's a mercenary, is she part of a company? does she have her own business, and if so, what is it?

i guess the coven counts as a "company" of sorts lol, and whatever wealth they have is shared amongst themselves equally. they're generally very self sufficient, as most reach tribes are. each of the the women knows how to make use of the resources of the land, or otherwise offers some core skill to the table, so for the most part, they don't really need money. they do trade with some of the other unaffiliated tribes of the reach for whatever resources they may need, but they mostly operate on a barter / favor type system rather than relying on coin. having said that, they do still have some coin to their name that lexi brings from her adventures. they also get their hands on a pretty heavy stash of gold that a certain someone had hidden away but you know abt that 😌

what does ophelia like to eat? how much food does she eat? can she cook, and can she do it well?

as tough as she is, she highkey LOVES sweets most of all! she doesn't get the chance to indulge often, but lex will usually bring her back treats from her travels. filly jokes that the one good thing the nords brought to the reach is sweet rolls. in terms of how much she eats, she's the sort of person that will only eat when she knows everyone else is covered, which can often mean either small portions or skipped meals if food is hard to come by that time. she does spend a huge chunk of her time asleep (perks of being an oracle of vaermina), so she might have one meal a day whenever she happens to be awake. there isn't a lot of regularity! also, she def. knows how to cook well enough to keep her coven/clan cared for. she's very much an acts of service kinda gal, so she loves to cook for the people she cares for and learned to do it well just to make them enjoy it that much more.