#PD tulip

[loubie364]

April 11

  World Parkinson’s Day – April 11 A very brief background of the red tulip and the day? (more…) “”

[lunastral]

Tulip DPD (Dependent Personality Disorder) flag ✨

PT: Tulip DPD (Dependent Personality Disorder) flag [Sparkle emoji]

[ID: two almost identical flags, the one on the right having a divided sun symbol representing the dependent personality disorder. The colors of the horizontal stripes are pastel/desaturated, and are in the following order, top to bottom: purple, peach pink, orange, yellow, and green /End ID]

DPD Symbol by @/revenant-coining, and also credits to @/dependencypersonality for the idea of the tulip being representative of DPD, very thoughtful! Those two together made something click in my brain.

I wanted to make my own take on the DPD flag, seeing as how much it affects my life. I wanted it to be full of meaning and hope for a better future while acknowledging it isn't all sunshine and rainbows.

Stripe Meanings:

Purple: Darkness when without the guidance of others, being lost in the dark.

Peach pink: Depended person, being dependant on them. (Can also represent the love one feels for them, though not necessarily)

Orange: Anxiety, Feeling anxious and stressed when forced to make own decisions

Yellow: Hope for a better tomorrow, new beginnings (rising sun rays)

Green: Growth, constantly trying to be more independent and growing as a person. (Recovery)

As you can see, the majority of colors (3 out of 5) are warm, and the orange is centered. This is because orange is associated with anxiety and cluster C pds are the "anxious" ones.

The colors are in negativity to positivity in meaning, atleast to me. Going from feeling lost and depending on someone, to anxiety but being a bit more independent, having hope, and finally being in recovery and healing,

I chose to use the theme of sunrise colored tulips for two reasons: firstly, the DPD symbol is a setting/rising sun. Secondly, tulips and flowers in general are seen as a "needy" because of how fragile and sensitive to various factors they are, so they depend on their gardeners to stay alive and healthy

I used common tulips colors, except white and the darkest purples to keep some harmony in the color pallette and to maintain the sunrise/sunset theme.

[nancydrewwouldnever]

There's an actual bunny police officer out there in the world. He's got a little vest and all.

A rescue bunny at that.

[pdalicedraws]

is this who I am now,

[prodigaldaughteralice]

Tulip gets to the age where her peers are experimenting with makeup and she just never touches it and everyone thinks it’s because she’s vaguely butch and she is but it’s actually because she has no fucking reflection

[reallifesultanas]

Homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire

So I got several asks about homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire on Tellonyme. There is one, to which i gave the fullest answer I know: “Do you have sources which are about Homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire? I mean for example when the Sultans had male slaves and sexual intercourse with them and how the Ottoman Empire in general treated homosexuality and if it was respected and accepted?”

First of all there is two very good works about the topic, which I trul recommend to someone who is deeply interested in this. One of them is article about it by Stephen O. Murray - Homosexuality in the Ottoman Empire. Its 17 pages long so not that much, if you are interested, read it. Secondly  there is a whole doctoral thesis about the topic which I was not able to get yet, but here is the author and title maybe you can find it: Sodomy and human difference: Nailya Shamgunova- Sodomy and human difference: Anglophone conceptualisations of Ottoman male same-sex activity, c.1590-1700. (PS I requested the full-text pds but didnt get any access to it yet :( If anyone has it please share, Im curious how it is.)

But I will write a conclusion here also, so people who are not that deeply interested can find some information here. 

We have to separate pederasty and normal homosexual relationships. The first article I suggested is mostly about pederasty because that's what was common. But what is pederasty?  Pederasty or paederasty is a sexual relationship between an adult man and a pubescent or adolescent boy.  The meaning in a more general term is young boys (not officially kids but something like 12-20) + adult men (old men actually or high class officer) having sexual relationship. They based in on the ancient Roman and Greek traditions: One man can only find intellectual partner in anoher man (woman were only good for making babies....) and it went so far that "some poets maintained that only with a boy, one could have the best sexual experience." In ancient Greece it was totally common and normal among politicians and soldiers and then it became accepted in the Ottoman Empire too, especially after the conquest of Constantinapole. Ottomans took some of the Greek culture for example pederasty. Pederasty was was common among pashas/nobles/high class men and slave boys. They followed the ideology of ancient Romans: Homosexual behaviors at Rome were acceptable only within an inherently unequal relationship; male Roman citizens retained their masculinity as long as they took the active, penetrating role, and the appropriate male sexual partner was a prostitute or slave, who would nearly always be non-Roman.

Here is an example for pederasty among pashas: Nevşehirli Damat İbrahim Paşa was dedicated a very homoerotic poem by the poet Ahmed Nedim, one of the greatest of the Tulip Era. Nedim had very influential patrons from Ahmed III himself to İbrahim Paşa and the Lord High Admiral. This Nedim usually valued the beards of beloveds in poets. So even though Turkish (even modern and back then Ottoman Turkish) doesn't have female and male form for words - sometimes its hard to decide reading a poem as if its for same-sex or not - sometimes its crystal clear that they are talking about men. I mean probably they did not wrote poems of women’s beard. Here is one quote from Nedim: "compared to a beard, the eyelashes and waist of the beloved, as thin as a hair, have no value" and "only his beard has captured me." Sprouting a beard has typically been the point at which young males cease to be attractive in Muslim as in other pederastic poetic traditions. The beard is a sex-linked attribute. Similarly, given the total depilation practiced by Turkish women, Nedim's ardent exclamation in another poem "from hair to hair, 1 consider every part of your body kissable" can only be directed at an adult male.

And we even know cases when a Damat (husband of sultan’s daughter) was gay: There were simply homosexual people also, there are known cases when in the harem girls became lovers (maybe they were just lonely though not lesbians) and there are pashas who were well knownly gay like the first husband of Fatma Sultan (Süleyman I's sister). We all know the story about it, but if you don’t here it is: Yavuz Selim I married Fatma Sultan in 1516 to the governor of Antalya, Mustafa Pasha. The marriage was not happy at all. Fatma begged her father in a letter to let her return home because “I have fallen into the hands of someone who treats me worse than a dog. Since coming here, I have not had a single hour of happiness, I have donned none of my robes. I have risen from the dead like a widow…. My sultan, dear father, let me wear cloth of coarse wool instead of the cloth of rudeness, let me eat barley bread, just let me live in your shadow". As it turned out, Fatma’s husband was homosexual and showed more interest into men and boys than into Fatma, so of course no child was born out of the marriage. In any case, they eventually divorced. Anyway, homosexuality of the pasha was so normal that Selim I didn’t bet an eye to the pasha’s behavior and while he let Fatma to divorce him (or maybe she only could divorce when Süleyman asceded it’s not clear), the pasha kept his position and title. 

And pederasty was common in the Janissaries as well... Among the Janissaries it was something like back in the days in Sparta: young boys became men if they became lover of older soldiers.

And what about Sultans? Even Mehmed II kept the young son of Greek/Byzantine noble, Lucas Notaras in his palace for sex. Lukas Notaras was executed after the conquest along his son-in-laws, uncles, male cousins and his sons. Only his 14 years old handsome son, Jakob was spared and taken to the palace of Mehmed. He stayed there until 1460 when he managed to escape and left to Italy. In Italy he was reunited with his sisters who left Contantinapole before the conquest. It is also said that Mehmed was in love with a Romanian noble (Radu). A Byzantine chronicler, Laonikos Chalkokondyles, said that Mehmed and Radu III the Beautiful (brother of Vlad the Impaler) were lovers and spent “days and nights together”. According to him, Mehmed once tried to kiss him against his will so Radu wounded his thigh and climbed up on a tree to hide from the sultan’s wrath. We don’t know what happened next but the chronicler recorded that the prince was again high in favour. Very possibly Mehmed II was both gay and using pederasty especially knowing his relationship with his female consorts. 

And were there any other sultans to be gay or perform pederasty beside Mehmed II? There is a story of Evliya about Murad IV. The point of Evliya’s story is that they talked to the sultan about a beautiful person, Handan, who the sultan loves and who Evliya says is really charming also. According to the story, the sultan asked Handan to take a rose from his/her hair and give it to Evliya to cheer up the grumpy Evliya. There would be basically nothing special about the story if it all happened in a Western empire. However, knowing the customs of the Ottoman Empire, it becomes clear to us that Handan could not have been a woman, since a harem concubine could not be in the company of foreign men, especially not with uncovered hair. It also makes it difficult to accurately recognize Handan that the name ‘Handan’ is a unisex name and that there is no male or female gender in the Ottoman language so we cannot know if Evliya talks about a he or a she. Because of this, many people think that Handan was a eunuch or a young man. Also Murad IV: For example, in his description of his life at the palace page school, Evliya Çelebi wrote of his experience of replacing Musa Çelebi, according to Evliya a favourite of Murad IV, who was murdered by the sultan’s former tutor. The sultan composed several poems, varsağı, about his beloved Musa, including the following, which he subsequently regretted and banned from being performed in the sultan’s presence. The sultan wrote of Musa: “The mouth of the beloved hints at the hidden mystery. / When he begins to speak, he hints at the magic of eloquence.” In Evliya’s account the sultan refers to Musa as dilber and mahbub, words often interchangeably used to describe a male beloved. Evliya wrote directly that he was there to ‘replace’ Musa. Evliya pointedly never refers to himself as a dilber. Even if the relationship between the sultan and Musa was not sexual and if Evliya’s role at court did not go beyond that of a boon companion, this episode still shows Evliya’s unease at even hinting at being in the position of a ‘beloved’. 

In the brothels there were feminine gay prostitutes also they were called köçek and were not simple prostitutes but more than that. A köçek would begin training around the age of seven or eight and would be considered accomplished after about six years of study and practice. A dancer's career would last as long as he was beardless and retained his youthful appearance. They were recruited from among the ranks of the non-Muslim subject nations of the empire, such as Jews, Romani, Greeks.  They performed to a particular genre of music known as köçekçe, which was performed in the form of suites in a given melody and so the boy danced. These boys often wearing heavy makeup, would curl their hair and wear it in long tresses under a small black or red velvet hat decorated with coins, jewels and gold. Their usual garb consisted of a tiny red embroidered velvet jacket with a gold-embroidered silk shirt, shalvar (baggy trousers), a long skirt and a gilt belt, knotted at the back. They were said to be "sensuous, attractive, effeminate", and their dancing "sexually provocative". Dancers minced and gyrated their hips in slow vertical and horizontal figure eights, rhythmically snapping their fingers and making suggestive gestures. Often acrobatics, tumbling and mock wrestling were part of the act. The köçeks were sexually exploited, often by the highest bidder.  Some of these dancing boys became extremely famous and were the cause of many jealous fights, especially among Janissaries in the taverns. When they boys lost their looks and their beards began to grow they abandoned their dancing and became drummers and trainers to the dancing boys... A group of these dancing boys was attached to the Palace. 

Did pederasty thing changed with time? Yes it did, and here I wan’t to go back tö köçeks. When the köçeks danced, men would go wild, breaking their glasses, shouting themselves voiceless, or fighting and sometimes killing each other vying for the opportunity to rape, molest, or otherwise force the children into sexual servitude. In 1805, there were approximately 600 köçek dancers working in the taverns of the Turkish capital and these situations with wild men went to general. They were outlawed in 1837 due to fighting among audience members over the dancers. With the suppression of harem culture under Sultan Abdulaziz (1861–1876) and Sultan Abdul Hamid II (1876–1908), köçek dance and music lost the support of its imperial patrons and gradually disappeared.

After the law? Everything changed? Kinda yes. In a much-quoted document submitted to Abdülhamid II, sultan from 1876 to 1909, the historian and statesman Ahmed Cevdet Pasha wrote:Woman-lovers have increased in number, while boy-beloveds have decreased. It is as if the People of Lot have been swallowed by the earth. The love and affinity that were, in Istanbul, notoriously and customarily directed towards young men have now been redirected towards girls, in accordance with the state of nature. The decline in pederasty was, of course, salutary. However, the change also heralded the advent of Western-influenced heteronormativity in Ottoman society, and of the repression it inevitably entails.

So all in all its hard to separate pederasty, prostitutes and normal homosexual relationships from each other as sometimes the border was very thin. In general it seems like that people did not really care about normal homosexuality it was a private thing. “[...]This does not mean that adult homosexual and homoerotic relationships were unheard-of or even that they were universally condemned. However, they were part of the private life of individuals and, like sexual relations with one's spouse, were not appropriate subjects for art or polite public conversation.”

[thestrangest-doll-inthe-valley]

Stories So Far:

*the name of the story will have a hyperlink to the A03 page if it is posted, otherwise most links after the title will take you to posts about the stories

Primary A03: EyesoftheDevilsWater

Secondary A03: Regression Themed Stories (IF YOU DON’T LIKE THEN PLEASE DON’T READ OR HARASS THE DOLL/ME ABOUT YOUR DISLIKE OR DISCOMFORT- ALL REGRESSION SCENES ARE STRICTLY NON SEXUAL), SunlitMoon

Regarding Requests/Asks:

I will: write for fandoms I am part of, complete oneshots and stories requested (they may contain my own twists, will always discuss), answer and write for imagines/head canons, regression stories, romance stories- fluffy and tragic alike, trauma themes and stories, neurodivergent themes and characters

I WON’T: write for fandoms I am not interested (the quality and accuracy would be garbage and time to write it would take forever), write stories or oneshots with pairings or elements or tropes that I disagree with/am uncomfortable with (i.e.: underage/underage intimacy- preteens holding hands and chaste kisses are as far as I will go, more that I cannot currently think of)

Overall: Ask and you shall either receive or be responded to with a polite decline

My Fandoms:

Naruto

The Boys

Hannibal

Jujutsu Kaisen

FNAF Security Breach

Attack on Titan

Stranger Things

Violet Evergarden

Toilet-Bound Hanako-kun

Blue Exorcist

My Hero Academia

Devilman Cry-Baby

Chainsaw Man

Stranger Things AUs and Fix its:

Take This to Heart: Ballad of Hellfire and Nirvana: (Classifications Alternate Universe) First Look/Teaser, Second Look/Official Announcement, Steve’s Prequel, Eddie’s Prequel

Beauty and the Fruit Bat: Announcement Post, gifted to and requested by @murdockiplier

The Virtues Behind the Seven Strange Sins: Intro Post

Tulips Were Never Enough: AKA Royal Freak Family (reader insert and poly with Eddie and Steve), Paraphrase Plot Post

Moonflower Beyond the Vale: Concept art, Sneak Peek/Oneshot, Paraphrased Plot

Border of Nowhere: Eddie and Steve Paranormal investigations AU, gifted to and requested by @millyrious

Steve in Borderland: Alice in Wonderland parody featuring Borderline PD Steve and special twist companion character, announcement post

Breathe Me: A/B/O universe with Omega Steve and Alpha Eddie, announcement post, partially inspired by @steviemunson

Soft!Steve Stories: Domestic AU- post season 4 but Vecna did die, Upside Down is sealed, Jane still has powers, Eddie survived, Written for and inspired by @multidimensional-wavelength Chapter 1: Eddie’s Sweater and Steve’s Small Talk, Chapter 2: Batty for You, Now and Forevermore, Chapter 3: Family Weekend

Bottom of the Deep Blue Eyes of Lovers’ Lake: Harringrove AU originally proposed by @belovedharringrove , announcement post

Naruto AUs:

Meteor Shower: (Inspired by Cavetown’s Meteor Shower), Preview Post

Ancestral Guardian: Huli Jing/Jiuweihu AU, Idea Announcement

Fate is a Fickle Thing: Comfort AU, Preview Post

The Boys AUs:

The Boys: Classified: Canary Made of Stardust: Caregiver & Regressor AU, Preview Post

FNAF Security Breach AUs:

Living the Broken Dream: Daycare Attendent-centric requested AU, Ask & Link Post

FFXV AUs:

-The Tide Mother's Baby: Promptis, Mermay prompt inspired by iizumi on twitter and instagram, announcement post

-The Scent of Sunshine and Moonlight: A/B/O verse/ omega verse, Promptis, announcement post

-Follow Him: Promptis, Alternate Universe, Fix- it fic, announcement post

Jujutsu Kaisen AUs:

- Right Where You Belong: Regression becomes a growing epidemic individuals traumatized by curses- whether sorcerer or non-sorcerer

- Nevermore- The Last Beautiful Thing: Six Eyes AU where Satoru hides the terrible truth behind the extremely rare bloodline trait and struggles to let Suguru in

- Polar- Everything In Between: Oneshots primarily focused on various SatoSugu scenes

[liondelbuchi]

Alicia Vikander in Tulip Fever (x)

[paradamaxima]

It’s perfect and she loves it :D

Queen belongs to me

[averagesmw]

Penny Haywood x MC- Experience (4/4)

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this special! See you soon!

Game: Harry Potter Hogwarts Mystery

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There was always something about a village that helped it stand out from a landscape and earn a smile from one, even if one had never been there before

Maybe it was the way the houses looked, stuck in time without showing signs of decay

Or perhaps it was the way the people behaved, so polite and welcoming that even a stranger could feel as if they had lived amongst them for years

Regardless of what it was, there was no denying that the atmosphere was unmatched. Such was the ambiance of the village that Penny and Y/N were visiting as requested by her mother

Unfortunately, Beatrice fell ill due to the food they ate last night. Nothing too severe, but a few ingredients would help to make a potion for her

Penny took the opportunity to give the curse-breaker a tour around the place, with her holding their hand the entire time...not that they minded, of course

The village's colors were different in the afternoon, with oranges, purples, and pinks bouncing off the buildings to set a serene tone

"And here we are. This is the place where we get most of our ingredients. The quality is amazing!"

They stopped at a small, wooden store. It looked a bit old, but certainly stood the test of time

When they stopped, an old woman came out and smiled

"Good morning, Penny. It's always a pleasure to see you around here"

"Likewise, Madam Clarke!" She answered, ever so cheerful

Then, the woman's attention turned to you, with an intrigued look to her

"And who this might be?"

"Y/N L/N, I go to the same school as Penny. A pleasure to meet you"

They greeted the woman with a hint of formality, they didn't know how Penny's relationship with these people was, after all

"Is that so? You two seem to be getting along quite nicely" She chuckled to herself after saying that

That's when They remembered, neither of them let go of the other's hand

Being too embarrassed to say anything, Penny just let go

"Anyhow, what can I get you?"

"The things in this list, please"

Penny handed her a paper with the ingredients written in it. Fortunately, the woman didn't see her blushing while doing so

Without further due, Madam Clarke left to get the objects, leaving the two teenagers to chat for a bit

"...So, how are you finding this village so far, Y/N?"

They turned to see Penny smiling once again, almost as if she was using them as an escape from that embarrassing moment seconds ago

"It's amazing, it reminds me of the first time I saw Hogsmeade"

The blonde found herself nodding at this

"I know, right? This place is just so charming. That's why we come here every chance we get"

"It does wonders to help the mood. No wonder you always return so happy for the next year"

This earned a laugh from Penny, who just shook her head

"Well, it's also because I get to see you, Y/N. That is always something to look forward to"

Y/N smiled fondly at this. Truth to be told, there were many reasons to either look forward to or dread the return to Hogwarts every year

The obvious reason to fear would've been the curses going around every single year, until this one, that is

However, one reason to look forward to it was to spend time with friendly faces once again, even appreciate them a bit more after being on their own for a while

"There you go. This should be everything" Madam Clarke made her way back to the counter

She handed Penny a bag and she saw the content to check if everything was in order and upon confirming it, she handed her a couple of coins

"Thank you, Madam Clarke!"

She turned around and motioned Y/N to come with her. Upon exiting that business, however, the blonde noticed something, she even stopped walking because of it

"Penny? Is everything alright?" Out of instinct, Y/N had their wand at the ready

"Absolutely, I just noticed how different the center of the village looks. It's so festive!"

Y/N let out a sigh of relief when they heard this, then proceeding to look into the reason for this

"Perhaps they are preparing something?"

"Could be..." She pondered before looking at a person walking nearby

"Excuse me, what are the decorations for?"

"We've decided on preparing a small outdoors celebration this year! To keep the spirit as jolly as it can" The man announced proudly, but this answer also sparked curiosity in Penny's eyes

"An outdoors celebration? You mean with dancing too?"

"You bet! Make sure you bring your sweetheart. It's going to be brilliant"

With that, the man left to attend his own business. While Y/N was glaring at him for calling them that, Penny was already tending to thousands of ideas in her mind

Before Y/N could ask about it, she turned around and grabbed both of their hands, sporting a bright smile as well

"This is wonderful! What better to show you how magical this place is than with a festival!"

They didn't even have time to say anything due to Penny hugging them tightly. It was commonly known that Penny Haywood adored these types of events

But there was something about this one that just felt so different. It only made sense, this was the first time that Y/N had seen a Muggle community like this one

"Come on, we have to tell my mum about this!"

And so, the young Haywood practically dragged them back to the small house, where she delivered the big news to her family

"A festival, you say? That would explain why the village looked so different this time"

Mr. Haywood stated while picking up the ingredients Penny had brought them and put them on the counter for his wife

"I'm afraid we can't, we have to tend to Bea until she recovers"

Her statement saw itself defied by the voice of the patient herself. Beatrice looked as if she had a cold, yet she was in her pajamas standing in the middle of the hall

... honestly, not her best look

"I... told...you I'm... fine"

"What are you doing out of bed? You'll catch a cold like that!"

Her dad rushed in and gently took her back to her room, making her mum sigh in annoyance

But that's when she got an idea just by looking at the two teenagers standing in the living room

Penny looked so eager to go to this event, while Y/N seemed to be quite distraught by Beatrice's problem

They had already done their part by bringing supplies, and playing nurse wasn't a way to spend the holidays, was it?

"I have an idea, why don't you two go to the festival for us? You earned it"

The moment she heard this, the stars in her daughter's blue eyes began to shine once again with excitement, making her chuckle at this

"Really?"

"Consider it my Christmas gift to you two"

She winked at the couple. Penny ran towards her for a hug, one that she eas quick to return

"Thank you so much!"

It was cute to see the blonde get so excited for this, but when recalling events like the Celestial Ball or the festival at Hogwarts, it was difficult for the heart not to start racing as well

This is when Y/N realized something. They've had fun dancing before with Penny and the rest of the school

But this time, it was a festival just for the two of them. No distractions or obstacles, or even multiple crushes to balance out

Just fun with a single person, Penny

"Do you have something to wear for the dance, Y/N?"

Her sweet voice made them snap out of their thoughts and when remembering the question, the student gave her a confident smirk

"Absolutely, I have just the outfit for this. Just leave it to me"

...

Two hours later

"I HAVE NOTHING TO WEAR, I AM DOOMED"

Y/N walked through the room back and forth, their clothes all scattered around, a faithful reflection of their mind currently

The curse-breaker had packed their things when they left Hogwarts, but none of the clothes they brought would help them look good enough for this dance! They'd stand out like a stain on a white sheet

They had spent hours upon hours trying to find something decent for this event, not just regular clothes switched up to look like something new

It's not that they would know that they'd need a special outfit, but they couldn't afford to go and buy one. There was no time left

Not good, not good

"Think, what would Andre do?"

They stopped to look at the room before facepalming

"Probably yell at me for having my clothes like this"

Groaning in defeat, Y/N sat back on the bed

"This was going so well..."

However, as their frustration threatened to take over, they managed to see something in their suitcase, something that wasn't there before

"What the...?"

Y/N directed their attention to this and brought the suitcase closer to them and what they saw caught them off-guard by sure

It was another set of clothes, perfectly folded so that they weren't perceivable unless every other piece of clothing was taken out before

Y/N recognized this as one of the outfits Andre had styled for them. But how? It wasn't there when they put their clothes in the suitcase before

That's when they spotted a small note attached to the outfit

"You might need it. Good luck!"

- Tulip &, Chiara

"Pd. You ought to tell me all about your trip when you get back,!"

-Alanza <3

Y/N didn't know if they should laugh at this or question how did the girls manage to sneak in this outfit without them noticing. Regardless, they were beyond grateful for their friends at this moment

Without wasting another second, they grabbed the outfit and tried it on. It looked elegant enough to notice that it wasn't just a make-shift outfit, but not too extravagant either

They couldn't recall the last time they had worn those clothes, but it didn't matter now, for it was perfect!. They made a note to themselves to thank the girls when they saw them again

Minutes after making the final adjustments to the outfit, there was a knock on the door

"Y/N? Are you ready?"

Penny's voice could be heard from the other side. But this time, the teenager had an answer to it

"Absolutely, I'm coming out"

Without further due, they left their room with a confident smirk, sure to look their best for the night

But when they stopped to look at the blonde in front of them, Y/N was left speechless

A yellow tiered ruffle skirt hugged her waist and part of her legs, contrasting with a cute black top that highlighted her two necklaces, and to top it all off, a french braid resting on her side. As if she wasn't breathtaking enough, her smile was what sent Y/N over the edge

However, they weren't the only ones in awe of what they were seeing, for Penny too was beyond impressed by the way their partner looked tonight. Even if they were amazed by the other, they couldn't bring themselves to look at each other in the eye without ending up like a tomato

"P-Penny! You look brilliant"

Y/N was the first one to break the ice, earning a smile from her

"You too, Y/N, I...wow"

She tried her best to remain her friendly self but found herself staring even against her own

"Awww look at you two! Let me take a picture!"

Penny's mum rushed off to get her camera, leaving the two teenagers on their own. However, watching the woman's reaction helped the teens to ground themselves a bit in reality and thus, laughing  at what had just happened

Of course, they still thought about how good the other looked, but they could at least get a hold of themselves now and look at one another without exploding with emotions immediately as a child would

And so, after getting their photograph taken, Penny and Y/N left the building, now greeted by the nocturnal sky and a breeze of cold air. In the distance, the lights of the village could be seen waiting or them, their colors so warm and festive

"I can't believe it, a festival just for us!"

Then, she looked at Y/N with her usual smile

"This is going to be incredible"

Just as Penny regained her excitement, so did Y/N's confidence returned and showed so by extending a hand to their partner for the evening

"Then let's check this festival together, shall we?"

At first, the blonde was caught off-guard by this gesture, like a knight in shining armor coming for her, requesting for her hand, hers

Words couldn't describe how lucky she felt to be the one looking at this, but that was okay, her actions would suffice. With a proud smirk, she reached out for their hand as well

"Yes, let's"

...

As soon as they stepped into the village, they were blown away by what they were seeing. The decorations made the place feel even more alive than it was before and as the moonlight shined upon it, the festive lights highlighted this atmosphere

Smiles could be seen everywhere they looked. From the elderly to the children, everyone seemed to be having a great time

"A gift for the young couple"

A woman approached them with flower bracelets for both, placing them gently on their hands

They accepted the gift but were certainly surprised by it too. Mainly to be called a couple, but to be fair, there was no point in arguing against it now

"It's...comfy!" Penny stated while adjusting hers

"How does it look on me?"

She turned to take a good look at the new accessory in Y/N's head and she giggled

"It looks adorable"

Without further due, the duo continued to explore the festival. It had amazing  food, fun games the likes of which Y/N had never seen before, and even a place to take pictures with someone

Being that last part what caught their eye the most. It wasn't often that they were able to take pictures together, after all

They took a couple of photos. If there was any doubt as to whether Y/N smiled at all that year or not, one would only need to look at those items

With the same jolly attitude, they kept exploring what the festival had to offer, and that's when they reached the center of the village

The people were gathering around a wooden stage, where an old man was giving an announcement

"Friends, I know you're all as anxious about the dance as I am, so I will keep this short"

They stepped back into the stage, motioning to it

"The dance will welcome all who want to participate, but only one couple will be crowned tonight! And your cheers will help us decide who that is!"

The people cheered as some of them walked onto the stage with their couple, eager to dance

When this happened, Penny's blue orbs sparkled with excitement as she looked back at Y/N

"Can we participate? Can we?"

They couldn't help but chuckle at her kid-like eagerness but found themselves nodding too

After fending off a dragon, Acromantulas, and even Dark Wizards, Y/N L/N had grown much more confident, so dancing in a festival with Penny didn't seem to be a challenge too big

However, this one was a far more likable challenge than those others

"Of course we can. Let's show them!"

The young lady guided them to the stage, where they found a spot to dance right in the middle of it all

"Alright everyone, let's begin!"

The musicians started playing their entrancing melody, inviting everyone who heard it to dance. The violins and even the piano gave it a distinct sound

(Think of something like this if you want)

                          Y/N's right hand made its way to Penny's waist as hers fell on their shoulder and their left hands intertwined shortly after and their eyes, fixed in one another's

The music slowly picked its pace and the couple began to move together, first left, then right and left one more time, starting slowly and with a gentle tone

When the time came, Y/N raised their hand and allowed Penny to twirl, swiftly stepping back so that she and her partner were in front of each other, still dancing

The people clapped in unison as they started to tap the floor following the rhythm of the music, dancing and jumping in place without losing sight of the floor either

The way they moved was akin to the music of another time, yet with the same life and energy

Soon, laughter and smiles would come from both of the teenagers as they lost themselves to this cheerful music and even clapped with the crowds before switching partners

Never before had Y/N felt so free. No responsibilities or problems, nothing was wrong with the world, nothing needed fixing

It was just them, the music and Penny

And that was all they needed

This intoxicating happiness quickly took over them, and regardless of how long it would last, they would cherish every second of it

And so they danced, jumped around in place, and even formed circles with the other dancers until eventually, they made their way back to Penny herself

Once again, they intertwined their hands as they began to move in synchrony, twirling and dancing in circles without letting go

The violins helped their moves, guiding every step of theirs until suddenly... They were inches away from each other, they could feel the other's breath and all they could see was the other's face as they regained their breath, but most importantly, they smiled at each other

They genuinely smiled

Penny pushed their bodies closer to each other, the curse-breaker took the hint, held the blonde's waist, and spun them around, much to her surprise

Both laughed at this until Y/N was holding Penny's back, keeping her from falling as she cupped their cheek in return, and finally, they sealed the moment with a long-awaited kiss

Y/N found themselves closing their eyes to shut the world out the moment their lips met hers

The soft taste of her honeyed lips was far sweeter than any treat the curse-breaker ever got, and the wait only made them better

As they slowly separated their lips, they could only stare at each other in disbelief of what just happened

"Penny..." Was all they could mutter and yet, that was enough for her heart to melt

But then, the clapping and cheering from the crowds surrounding them reminded the couple that they were still in the middle of a festival, and by the looks of it, they had put quite a show

Everyone was looking at them with a huge smile as if they somehow knew the importance of the moment they had witnessed

Even the other couples were applauding them at this point

"It seems that we have our winners!"

The man walked towards them and placed a beautiful crown of flowers on the blonde's head, and then another on Y/N's

They were now standing in front of the crowd, too shocked to know how to respond on their own, but that was the thing, they were not alone

One way or another, they both knew this and acting out of pure instinct, their hands reached out for the other's until they inevitably succeeded

This sudden contact made them look at one another, surprised by this connection at first, but it soon turned into a smile

Not the kind of smile one would do when being told good news

Nor the kind of smile to make when seeing someone after a long time

But a smile of the purest kind

That of love itself

[thatesqcrush]

Striking Up the Ball

Rafael Barba x Reader. AN: The fic that was not supposed to be. Interesting how the muses work sometimes. This covers the “masks” square in my kink bingo, found here. CW: outdoor fingerbang + oral anyone?

WC: 2219

AN2: Typos & such. Forgive me, xo.

Alex Muñoz was right.

Under any other circumstance, Rafael Barba would have been allergic to political shindigs like the one he was currently attending. The NYPD ball was one of the premier social events. Olivia was one of the many police officers being awarded medals of distinction. Not wanting to attend alone, she begged her best friend to attend with her.

“Rafael, please.”

Olivia placed a hand on Rafael’s outstretched arm. “It will be good for you to go. How long has it been since you and Yelina have been divorced?”

Rafael looked up from this scotch he was nursing and pursed his lips as he racked his brain. “A little over a year.”

“This is just two friends, having a much needed, overdue night out. Open bar.” Olivia reasoned, waggling her brows.

Rafael let out a low chuckle. “Okay. Now, cummerbund or waistcoat?”

“Definitely waistcoat.” Olivia suggested. She looked away for a minute, before turning back to face Rafael. “You know, Y/N may be there.”

Rafael reached forward to pluck an olive from the bar condiment caddy. “Why would I care if Y/N is there?” He asked brusquely, ignoring the fact that his stomach did a small flip at the mention of your name. Hopping off the barstool, he reached into his wallet and pulled a few bills out covering both his and Olivia’s tab. He pressed a kiss to Olivia’s cheek. “Send me the details. I’ll meet you there.”

--

And that is how Rafael Barba found himself on the steps of Gracie Mansion, the home of the Mayor of New York City, waiting for Olivia to arrive. Despite it being well into Autumn, it was unseasonably warm. Every so often a breeze from the East River billowed through, providing some relief. The night was perfectly clear, with the stars shining unusually bright despite the light pollution. Olivia stepped out from an unmarked black car, dressed to the nines in a floor length sparkling emerald dress with a plunging neckline. Her hair was swept up and chandelier style earrings hung off her face.

“Rafael Barba, you sure do clean up nicely.” Olivia murmured, taking in the handsome prosecutor’s appearance. Rafael appeared sophisticated in classic black tie, with a waistcoat as discussed. His salt and pepper hair was perfectly coiffed, creating a lovely swoop in the front. 

“I should be so offended. I am one of the best dressed ADA’s out there – where do you think Carisi gets it from?” Rafael retorted cheekily. Olivia let out a laugh and waved him off.

“In all sincerity, Olivia, you look gorgeous.” Rafael complimented, pressing a kiss to her cheek.

He extended his arm, and Olivia took it as they ascended the stairs into the mansion. Olivia handed the invitation to the doorman and after being cleared by security, made their way in. They followed the elegant strains of music. The home of the mayor had been transformed into an elegant fever dream of glittering crystal and opulence. Peonies, roses, lisianthus, hydrangeas, and tulips hung off the iron chandeliers. Food and drink overflowed in excess. Just as they were about to head into the main room, they were stopped by a woman holding two masks.

“It’s a masquerade.” The woman donning her own gilded mask explained. “Enjoy the festivities.”

Rafael audibly sighed and Olivia turned to him, her brow arched. “Well then. Here we go.” The French doors opened as they donned their masks.

Rafael turned to Olivia. “You owe me big.”

--

The party was filled to every corner. Waiters moved through and around the crowd effortlessly and with ease. The party was a little too loud, even for Rafael’s liking – and he knew as a Cuban, how his family and friends liked to party. People were in various stages of inebriation. From a distance, Rafael spied the mayor and other top brass in the PD talking and laughing. A waiter passed through and Rafael plucked the remaining two champagne flutes from the tray. Rafael turned to Olivia but found that she had disappeared altogether. His eyes scanned the room and he saw her talking to some other party goer.

Rafael straightened himself and tipped back one glass of champagne with ease. He continued to scan the room, watching the partygoers alike when his eyes settled on you. He realized that Olivia wasn’t jerking him around – you in fact had made an appearance. Covering your face was a rose-gold filigree half-mask, but he could recognize you from a mile away. Your lips were painted in a dark, deep wine color that complimented your dress. You wore a wine-colored A-line sleeveless sequin mini dress with a deep neckline. Your hair was loose, large, soft curls cascaded down your shoulders.

You were in deep conversation when you felt as if you were being watched. You turned around and met Rafael’s eyes from across the room. Rafael tipped the champagne chute in your direction and you smiled. Excusing yourself, you made your way over. The way your hips switched as you walked over - something in him stirred – and it was more than just his cock, which became alive for the first time in a very long time since the divorced was finalized. 

Rafael set down the now-empty champagne flute and started working on the other as you made your way over. His eyes coasted down your exposed skin to the swells of tits, which were lifted obscenely high in your dress.

“Good evening.” You greeted. He stared at you intently, transfixed by your supple pout. His cock stirred and for the briefest moment he could imagine your mouth stretched out over his thick cock.

“Hello.” Rafael rumbled. The husky timbre of his voice caused you to involuntarily shiver. He took your hand in his and pressed a kiss to the top of it. You sucked a deep breath in as his soft lips touched your skin, feeling an electric spark. You wondered if he felt it too.

“How are you enjoying yourself this fine evening? You asked.

“This is quite the event.” Rafael replied, glancing at all of the party-goers.

“I’d say so – it’s as if all of Manhattan’s finest are here.”

“Well, more like right in front of me.” He murmured. You cocked your head. “I’m sorry, what did you say?” Rafael paused and then cleared his throat before continuing. “You look gorgeous.”

You felt your heat skip a beat at his words. “You look quite handsome yourself.” And you meant it. There was something about Rafael in a tux that did something to you. He was already handsome, but now, him in a tuxedo… desire pooled in your belly.

You were the newest special victim detective. And you had a thing for the prosecutor who worked closely with your squad. There was something about him – whether his legal knowledge, his humility, or his sense of ethics and fairness. You harbored a crush near immediately.  You relished any opportunity to work with him one-on-one or sit in on one of his trials.

You had no idea Rafael was attending the masquerade ball but you had run into Olivia at the bathroom and she had made a casual mention of his attendance, which caused you to internally squee with delight.

The string quartet in the corner began to play and you recognized the early strings of Romance in F Minor. You looked longingly at the other couples dancing and turned to Rafael.

“Care to dance?”

Rafael’s lips twitched into a smile. “Absolutely.” Taking your hand into his, he accompanied you to the dance floor. Rafael held you close as you two swayed to the music. Never in your wildest dreams had you imagined this would be how you were spending your evening. At minimum, you figured you would have fun dressing up, watch your captain accept her award and then have a really amazing dinner on someone else’s dime.

Rafael’s hand lowered to the small of your back, pressing you even closer. The closeness makes you shiver involuntarily, and your nipples harden, straining against the confines of your dress. You take a deep inhalation of his cologne and your cunt kicks hard with need. At one point, Rafael looked down to you and he didn’t miss how you licked your lips and again, he felt his cock twitch and stir to life.

The dance ended, with another starting. The two of you continue dancing, losing yourselves in the moment. Eventually you both take a reprieve to sit for dinner. Olivia eventually accepted her award and from where she stood, she did not miss how you and Rafael sat closely to one another. You crossed your legs as you listened to Olivia’s speech and your dress rose on your thighs, exposing more skin. You made no move to pull your dress hemline down and Rafael used the opportunity to trace concentric circles along your skin. You were breathing heavier, your heart raced in its cage.

The award ceremony finished, and you stood quickly, eager. You could tell the moon was shining brightly from the floor to ceiling windows and you reached down to tug on Rafael’s arm. “It’s warm in here, lets go for a walk outside in the garden.”

Rafael nodded and the two of you ventured outside. You did not miss how his hand was on the small of your back, guiding you. The garden was quiet, save for one or two guests. You held onto your clutch as the two of you made way through the hedge maze. You noted in the center was a small tower with double helical external staircase.

As you two made way through the maze, you chit-chatted on small, non-important matters. You both finally made way to the middle of the maze, to where the tower menacingly loomed. You spun on the balls of your feet and ripped your mask off. You faced Rafael and searched his eyes through the mask he wore. They were blown with lust.

“Kiss me.”

Rafael turned to you and gave you a wicked, near wolfish grin. He yanked off his mask as well, pulled you in close and captured your lips with his. You whimpered in response as his tongue dueled with yours. He moved his lips to along your neckline, causing you to gasp and groan. A hand trailed up your dress, seeking. Rafael let out a deep throated rumble as he moved the tiny sliver of fabric that dared serve as your panties. His fingers quickly found your slick heat and he stroked you, collecting your wetness on his fingers. You dropped your clutch as you desperately gripped the iron railing that surrounded the tower.  

“So wet and needy.” Rafael murmured in your ear before giving it a nip. His fingers glided to your clit and he rubbed similar circles on the swollen nub just as he did earlier on your thighs. You let out soft moans as he worked your clit with mixes of small circles and soft pressure.

“Oh, oh, oh God.” You moaned as you now gripped onto Rafael. The music, the dancing, the alcohol – it was all too much. It was hedonistic and epicurean. And you wanted more. You wanted Rafael. Rafael captured your lips once more, swallowing your moans as he slipped a thick digit inside of you. Your thighs trembled as he finger fucked you, bringing you quickly to the precipice. Your eyes squeezed shut as you completely dissolved into pleasure. Your orgasm rippled through your body. It was almost blinding; sounds of the party nearby were fuzzy, almost like white noise.

Rafael removed his fingers and made a big show of sucking his fingers clean. Roughly he pulled down the top of your dress, freeing your tits from their confines. He grabbed one globe tightly and lowered his mouth to it and suckled. He repeated his actions to your other breast, flicking his tongue until your nipples were stiffened peaks. Rafael removed his mouth and with his index and thumb, twisted a nipple rather roughly causing you to whimper. It should have hurt but instead caused your cunt to involuntarily clutch around nothingness in desperate need.

You let out a whimper and watched in eager anticipation as he removed his tuxedo jacket. He set it down, inside to the grass and then knelt before you. He encouraged you to spread your legs which you were all too happy to oblige.

Rafael buried his face in between your legs, sucking and licking at your most feminine parts. “Oh God,” you groaned as your head lolled back, lacing your hands into his salt and pepper hair. You pulled at his hair, tugging as your hips rocked against his face. “Don’t stop, so close,” you groaned.

“Never,” Rafael murmured as he used the tip of his tongue to torture your clitoris. His breath tickled swollen pearl. You felt the familiar coil in your belly and before you knew it, you were falling apart, coming all over Rafael’s face - chanting his name and praising God all at once.

Rafael licked you through your orgasm and then pressed kisses up and along your trembling thighs until he was standing fully. You wrapped your hand around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, deep and hungry.

“Lets get out of here.” Rafael rasped, breaking the kiss.

“Lead the way.” You reply as your pulled up your dress, fixing yourself. Rafael grabbed your hand and the two of you made your way out. 

Your masks were still behind on the ground. Long forgotten.

FIN.

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[secretsofthedarkestkind-arch]

@odvnhm gets a dark starter

Based off Momentum Deferred (02x04 RIP Charlie) and this moment

Lee had always been one to believe there was more to the world of the supernatural (not just because she was a vampire herself) than what there appeared to be. There was just too much unexplained in the world; too much folklore that existed and all the different variations in tales or lore. It'd been a hobby of hers for over a century, much further back than the day she'd met Olivia in that field of tulips, to research it and understand it. Meeting Olivia, learning about the trials, only explained a portion of what was in the world. Mad scientists playing Gods and manipulating things they never should have touched.

She had thought they'd left those deviant men behind when the trials had stopped, when they'd left Jacksonville, when the two had started a life that had nothing to do with any of it. But fate had an interesting way lulling one into believing things just to rip those beliefs apart in an instant.

FRINGE DIVISION Dr. Walter Bishop and all his experiments Dr. William Bell and Massive Dynamics The other side, an alternate reality

Nothing could have prepared Lee for any of it and as much as she'd wanted to drag Olivia in the opposite direction from it all-- protect her from it and refuse to let the blonde near any of it--Lee didn't. She might be a one hundred and sixty-two year old vampire, but when her girlfriend put her mind to something even Lee couldn't stop Olivia. She was too stubborn, too smart, and too determined. Lee loved her for all of that, loved who Olivia was and never wanted her to change. So Lee had blindly jumped on the bandwagon. Of course, no one but the blonde knew she was a vampire. With the knowledge of the Fringe Division, it was even more important to keep that tidbit a secret.

All they knew was Lee was one hell of a fine detective at the local PD, had turned down any opening offered by the CIA or FBI, and she passed ever test they gave her (some enhanced abilities had been used). They also had learned just how protective of Olivia, Lee could truly become--how reckless and stubborn she when it came to having Olivia's safety as her top priority. Lee never stopped Olivia from doing her job, wouldn't dream of getting her in way, but she was always there; always had her back, always was willing to go the extra mile to make the blonde's life easier, and always looking out for her in some shape or form.

Which is why when Olivia had disappeared only to reappear in a car wreck that made no sense, Lee's protective streak had gotten worse. Olivia had been declared brain dead. She'd almost died and even giving her Lee's blood might not have been enough in that moment. Lee hadn't even tried to; fear of Olivia still dying with it in her system too great a risk and not knowing if it was something Olivia would even want had stopped her. But Olivia, being Olivia, had woken up--spurting Greek words.

Since she'd woken up, Lee hadn't truly let her out of her sight. She knew it was more than likely wearing on her girlfriend's nerves which is why when Olivia had gone back to talk to Nina Sharp, Lee had "stayed back." A white lie, one she wasn't proud of, and one she knew would get her an earful later on.

----

The conversation between Olivia and Charlie seemed off; lies were being spewed from the man's lips and his scent was off. But maybe it was just something from around them in the city. Lee watched from an alley across the street as the two moved off the sidewalk, her instincts pushing her to follow but she stayed. Olivia had a weird way of always knowing when she was near; too close was one way to get caught.

Lee listened but her concentration was broken as her phone buzzed in her pocket.

Astrid Farnsworth

Lee's brow furrowed as she opened the message: Render Complete...

"Son of a bitch..." Lee quickly pocketed her phone, pushing off the wall she was angled behind and worked to cross the street. A feral growl leaving her lips as she watches 'Charlie' throw Olivia against the concrete wall. The vampire barely avoiding traffic, screw this having to be human crap, as she crossed the busy street.

Olivia was up and always ready for a fight. But the shapeshifter was stronger--his abilities so much closer to her own. Another growl left Lee's lips as Olivia was once more down, hard hits being sent to her ribs. Lee didn't care who caught this or saw, using her speed Lee appeared in front of him as Charlie hung up his phone. "Why don't you fight someone more your size?" Fangs dropped as her eyes changed with a tint of red to them, veins appearing underneath.

One solid right hook send him flying much as Olivia had a few moments ago. Lee glances down at Olivia, "Get out of here." Lee knows she probably won't listen but it's worth a shot. Then her attention is back on 'Charlie' who is standing up, clearly angry, and advancing on her.

[pdalicedraws]

Updated my old Queer Headcanons Draw for IT with book four characters… I feel kinda bad putting my favs Amelia and Grace in the bubbles but my god there is *not* enough space lol

[writingfromruins]

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i will bake bread. right now i am sitting on my back porch with my feet slowly warming up the cold concrete and i am thinking that today i will keep going. right now my feet are cold trying to warm up the concrete that is still dark from snowmelt and there is poetry in the exchange in temperature. in the way my body is trying to warm the whole universe up, starting with the concrete of my back porch. in the way that i am so very small aginst the expanse of everything but the concrete isn’t as cold as it once was.

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i make bread, or maybe hamburger buns, and if i make hamburger buns my father will pull the frozen beef out of the basement freezer and make burgers on the back porch. It will make the whole house smell like bread and summer, fill the whole house with a nostalgia that will warm our bones from the inside out, and i will sit on the back porch and write poetry while he sets the burgers onto the hamburger buns i made.

Today i will keep going because tomorrow i will sit on the back porch and write poetry until i am warm as summer and the porch under my feet is also as warm as summer despite the last of spring’s snows tumbling in past midnight like puppies tripping over their own cloudbanks. Tomorrow i will keep going and the day after that i will make a friend laugh and the day after that i will warm up the universe as best i can with my body heat and the day after that i will be warmed in return. Today I will keep going, summer warm and spring cheerful, and watch the tulips in the corner of the yard ready themselves to bloom from the back porch.

-one day at a time // PD

[hetalia-crackfessions]

If we get any more members, we can have an official PD

-Mod tulip

[dany-is-my-queen]

Yes tulips are really pretty

Mine would be daisies

Who’s ur favorite actress

Mine would be charlize theron or Emma D’Arcy

Sweet <333

😻

I’ve always admired Anne Hathaway, she’s a fine actress for sure!

PD: your images are cute x)