#Tatiana is the man in the house

[music-art-sport-and-more]

[novelconcepts]

Slowing an audiobook from my usual 1.5x speed (anything slower USUALLY sounds like molasses to my ears) happens for two voices and two voices only:

Neil Gaiman and Tatiana Maslany

[livvyofthelake]

female villains are not villains to me… they are like my sisters…..

[banewillow]

Book of Willowbane - Chapter 1 - Part i

Lord Ambrosius Built a Lovely Treehouse For His Only Child https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C9jSNgFBh6A&ab_channel=ayachaya Ko-Fi

Well, he didn't make it himself. He outsourced much of the structural fantasizing to his gangly, scrambling daughter and the entirety of the handiwork to Mr. Basilberry Glumley, who was only a little miffed about Ambrosius not helping with the construction of his daughter's dream playground. He knew how much his dear friend didn't like to get his hands dirty. At least, not without a sturdy pair of gloves and there were no gloves that fit the Lord's hands at the moment; they were being repaired by Mrs. Meglantine Glumley née Vice who was, as a rule, miffed most of the time by something or other.  They (meaning Basilberry and the household staff, minus Meglantine who refused to lay a finger on the project out of principle for she presciently considered the whole affair just asking for tragedy) built the princeling's haven around the spine of the seeping willowbane, the dismally gorgeous and ominously elegant growth she was named for and which was encircled by the manor, a panopticon so the girl could be kept an eye or four or eight on. She was prone to somnambulistic flights of fancy and the entire house was outfitted with permanently manned mechanical bits and bobs to stop her from throwing herself down flights of stairs in case she decided she could fly that night, or day, occasionally, though previous attempts had not been successful. The sentinel servants operated on a rotating schedule to ensure the Lord and Lady's often-ill offspring didn't offhandedly off herself. She was remarkably persistent, which gave everyone around her severe agita, especially poor Meglantine, for she was indebted to Dr. Spriggon Tallory, but excepting Lady Ava, for she was much more concerned with scheming the next ball they would host. Diligently sewing her multi-stage-transformative showstopper gowns took weeks and nearly all of her attention. She often would not eat during these stages of creation, and so it also fell to Meglantine to coax her out with broth and oats and stewed greens when she could. There were multitudes of household servants but (un)fortunately for Meglantine, she was the only one Ava trusted to not poison her. 

Princeling Willowbane was seven when they finished the treehouse and it had taken a whole year to finally complete, and even then they all knew, wearily, that it would never be complete, only abandoned until Willow had another idea. And oh. There were so many ideas and only so many hours in the day. It seemed to the household that she had many more hours than they did somehow. At heart they all were craftspeople with secret desires of what they would do with their lives if only they had the chance. It seemed only Willow understood that this was the chance and they already had it. But she was seven, so that revelation, even she could articulate it, had a spun-sugar's chance in flame of landing. Much in the same way she would never land on the ground as long as the mechanisms of the manor operated as they intended to, and the Glumleys were excellent makers; clockmakers, toymakers, puppeteers, master and mistress of the house, of the machine built to keep them all safe. From what? Oh, too many things to list for now, but there is indeed a list.

-- banewillow.neocities.org Photo by Tatiana Zakharova

[tommyxgrace-always]

Tommy & Ada parallels

Political inclination

Tommy was known to be communist/socialist before the war, dreaming about changing the world. After Grace, he eventually decides to pursue politics.

Ada also shared communist ideologies and is active to an extent with Freddie. When Tommy became MP, she naturally became his political advisor. In the finale, Tommy reiterates the fact that she was born for politics in her family.

Fine things in life

Tommy liked to possess lavish and fine things. His suits for example, In s1, we see how he gets his suits done from the same place as Kimber. In s4, we hear how he gets his suits done by a tailor in London. Similarly he admired Tatiana’s luxurious car in s3 just like the look of awe he gave May’s mansion. Arrow house was decorated with the finest things - paintings, interiors, furniture and his bedroom with Grace too.

Ada’s house in s2 said it all. The interior, the furniture everything was expensive and grand. This aspect of her personality is reiterated in s5, by showing the luxurious redecoration and also her art pieces, vases etc (when finn was too scared to ruin it with his blood)

Love & Marraige

Both married the love of their life inspite of opposition from family. Ada married Freddie even though Tommy and her brothers were against a communist. Tommy married Grace even when Polly was against her.

Both their children were born out of wedlock. When Ada got pregnant there was ambiguity about Freddie’s intentions for her. Just when Ada lost hope and decides to be practical and abort, they have a dramatic reunion at the train station. Their love for each other is validated and they look forward to have their child. Similarly Grace got pregnant with Tommy’s child, there is ambiguity about her intentions and it seems they will go their separate ways again. Just when Tommy seems to have accepted that she will sail away and decides to be practical and be with May, they have a dramatic reunion at the Derby. Their love and longing for each other is re-validated and they look forward to have a life together.

Both lose the love of their life. Tommy takes it way worse because of his already existing war trauma. Ada is normal and emotionally stable so she carries on without getting sucked into addictions, depression and hallucinations whereas we all know how Tommy suffered after Grace.

Both end up being widowers and single parents

Companionship

They never looked for love again. Companions yes but not another love.

We see Ada interested in the Russian spy in s3 and later we see her with Ben Younger. There may be other men whom she saw which we don’t see onscreen. Tommy, we all know went from women to women. Prostitutes, aristocrats, communist, secretary, dead wife’s ghost, ex girlfriend’s ghost, you name it!!!

Ben Younger was Ada’s constant and the longest one we see with her. They seem to share a stable relationship like two “mutually consenting normal people” who respect each other, can share. Lizzie is a constant go-to for Tommy but they share an unequal dynamic where she has been hopelessly in love with him from beginning while he saw her as no strings attached buddy and had other priorities and is done with love after Grace. Thats why that relationship is chaotic and toxic but also convenient and practical for both.

Interestingly they also have a child out of wedlock with their companions. The difference is Tommy had to marry Lizzie as a man who took responsibility of his child. Whereas Ada mentions she wasn’t planning to marry Ben, it’s seen as a bold move.

Ada and Ben’s relationship confirms what Grace fan always knew unlike a certain section of the fandom . Just because a partner is decent and good and you like them does not automatically mean you fell in love. Ada explains in a s5 scene after she hears of Ben’s demise “I didn’t love him. But I liked him. He was decent and good….I wasn’t going to marry him. God he didn’t deserve us”. This is exactly how Tommy and Lizzie were designed too. Due to Tommy’s trauma and unequal feelings for Lizzie, their relationship is more toxic in nature than Ada and Ben’s. But at the core it was companionship. Two people having a convenient partnership that serves both. Tommy also found Lizzie to be decent and good compared to him. She took care of his children and was loyal to him and his family. She didn’t deserve him. He didn’t love her either but liked her. He felt sorry for her as she had to bear the ultimate pain of losing a child.

There is so much more I wanted to cover about their bond. But this post will be too long. So will do a separate post.

[sunflowerwemadeit]

Because of something that I saw on my dash. As someone who completely coincidentally stumbled upon 9-1-1 3ish years ago (I watched LS first do NOT come at me I love queerness) and have watched it from season 1 all the way through the fifth one at that time? Yeah. I saw buddie happening. Mostly because I saw Buck and Eddie giving each other the one thing they both want- companionship.

Buck's arc from season 1 till season 7 has been about a man who never got love so he doesn't know what it looks like. Even when he came to 118 the house wasn't family yet. Bobby was closed off, Chim was very insecure with Tatiana and we'd seen Hen open the Eva Pandora's box. In short, everyone already had their own family, issues, past that they were dealing with. Slowly they all came together and became the 118 through the first season. In all of it we could see that Buck has only ever wanted to belong. To have companionship so he isn't left alone once again. Not when he has just started to experience what a family actually feels like.

His insecurities made him act like a dick and that's.....a fact. Yes during his probie years because he hadn't really committed to growing. He wasn't even aware there was a scope of growth because he had a set pattern. Of the reckless-casual sex-acts before he thinks-young man (he still just wanted people to stay or atleast not cut him off, hence the whole bobby giving him a kick in the ass to get it together). With Eddie in season 2 because again, of course he wasn't sure of his place in the 118, it was still very precarious for him so he doubled back and hated how Eddie was seemingly able to make space in the team easily when Buck himself had had to fight for it. Because of all aforementioned reasons. So he acted out. Because he thought it was him vs Eddie. But the moment he understood it was actually going to be him AND Eddie, that man folded like wet paper. He got companionship. He let his ego go because it was never about that. It was about feeling he has to fight for his place in the family and so he let his guards down the moment he realised that this competent af kinda closed af man was ready to reach out to him first, who had given him acceptance and saw his good side on his own without Buck having through walk through fire for it.

And Eddie? He was a single father with a kid with CP, had just moved into a new place because his parents were suffocating and ableist and who was running, just like always. Found this man who loved kids and despite acting out and being less mature was so ready to just. Try and make it a little better for him. To drive him to the school after a 7.1 earthquake. Both him and Shannon unfortunately never had anyone else to even just be present while parenting. Both of them have been alone for so long and Shannon ran away too and then it was his turn to take care of his kid all alone. And he was, but not for long.

Because Buck was there. To help him out with Christopher and all the red tape bullshit and just someone who loves to fix things or make it better for others was there lending a hand to Eddie without any suffocating or scary implications/expectations. Buck was just there for him. Buck also gave Eddie the easy acceptance he's never gotten from anyone else his whole life.

So yeah. As someone who has watched since season 1 and saw Buck's (and everyone else's) growth and development arcs, buddie makes a lot of sense. All they've ever wanted was companionship and acceptance and they found it in each other, quite seamlessly if I do say so myself.

And yeah I don't conform to the romantic love is completely different from platonic love bullshit because it isn't for me. So it's not even about that. It's about Buck and Eddie just finding it so easy to love each other and be there for each other. And continuing to build and maintain that relationship together. They understood each other and forgave each other and were just always present. They didn't let the other feel lonely if they could help it. It's about companionship. And Buck and Eddie constantly giving the other the feeling of belonging. So yeah.

[thebitchforjemcarstairs]

I love reading your notes as you read Your way through the novels. What has been anything new or of note this time round rereading TAC? Especially since I’m assuming he older thus have a different perspective?

oooh I love this question, and I have a lot of things to say, as an older reader. The first time I read TMI and TID, and TDA, I was a wee child. Now I'm rereading the books as a woman in her late 20s, who gained in maturity since her first read (I hope) 😭 I'm not going to talk much about TMI, because I still need to read City of HeavenlyFire (maybe I'll make a post about it), but be prepared for a lot of unpopular opinions XD

Here we go.

I hate Sebastian with all my heart, I don't believe in his redemption, HOWEVER, the way Jocelyn talked about him when he was a baby is crazy. I genuinely think 30% of why Sebastian is like that is because of Jocelyn. I understand that she thought he was dead, but her reactions to seeing him in CoLS, as if he was the worst thing ever IS CRAZY, like girl be for real, you were in the Circle.

Jace should have stayed a Lightwood. I understand he wants to belong to his family, blabla, but his real family is the Lightwoods, not the Herondale. Also, we have Kit now to take the name.

Alec in TMI was a child going through a lot. He was not annoying or anything, he was insecure, like a lot of 18 years old are. And his break up with Magnus in CoLS was much needed for him to mature (thankful it did not last longer that one book though 😭)

CLARY IS NOT AN IMMATURE, ANNOYING FMC. SHE WAS 16 YEARS OLD WHEN SHE DISCOVERED THAT HER MOTHER LIED TO HER ABOUT HER WHOLE LIFE, HER FATHER WAS THE EQUIVALENT OF A NAZI, AND SHE DISCOVERED A NEW WORLD WHEN SHE WAS BEING CHASED BY SAID NAZI. She does take "some" bad decisions, BUT THAT'S BECAUSE HER MOTHER NEVER TAUGHT HER HOW TO PROTECT HERSELF. LEAVE CLARY ALONE.

Controversial, but Henry is the worst kind of husband a woman could ever ask for. Charlotte had to deal with the education and well being of 3 kids (one of them had an incurable chronic disease that fucking killing him slowly), the Institute and Clave work, and had to manage the household (the house keepers etc.) ALONE, FROM THE AGE OF 19 TO 23. Even in TID, most of the time he was useless as a husband, and as a person she could count and rely on , or take some responsibilities. Great inventor, worst kind of husband.

Tessa having sex with Will in CP2 makes perfect sense, and is very true to her character. She was scared of being "only" touched by Mortmain, and THAT'S VALID. She was sad, and overwhelmed, and wanted to have sex. Her trying to jump a Silent Brother after Will's death, MAKES PERFECT SENSE, AND IS VERY TRUE TO HER CHARACTER.

I do not mind that Tessa is not a big warrior like Emma, Clary and Cordelia. I actually, really like the fact that she fights when she needs to fight (and she is extremely badass when she does), but is a domestic FMC. I love that in TID it was emphasised that she loved reading, gossiping with Sophie, loves clothes and fashion, does not like training, but understands its importance. TESSA IS A ROMANTIC, and her enjoying decorating the Institute in TLH, and hosting parties, and becoming a mother and enjoying a domestic life in GotSM, MAKE SENSE.

Will being an ass in TID is not that big of a deal. He was like those 12 to 17 years old, who go through shit at home, and then they got older, apologise and mature. Yes, he was traumatised by the death of his sister, yes he thought he was cursed, yes his only best friend was dying, and that made him act like a total loser and asswhole , and read Tatiana's diaries when he was 12, and call Tessa a whore when he was 17 (he was trying to protect her, he apologised, and she married him). As an older woman, who deals with kids in middle school and high school, it's not a big of deal, and it's actually laughable. Now, if he was like that in his 20s, 30s and 40s, I would say, fuck that man, but he did all of that when his frontal lobe was not developed. He was a mean bully, but not a murderer nor a criminal.

Same for Jessamine, her being a mean racist, and ableist child, does not make her a monster. She hated her life in the Institute, and only wanted to leave. The only big monstrous thing she did (I think), is putting The Book of the White in Tessa's room, and almost falsely incriminating her (when she knew how Shadowhunetrs treat Downworlders).

Ke Wen Yu is a real badass, and it's sad we don't know much about her.

CORTANA WAS IN THE CARE OF JONAH CARSTAIRS, HE WAS SUPPOSED TO GIVE IT TO HIS SON WHEN HE TURNED 18 YEARS OLD, THAT DID NOT HAPPEN, AND IT WENT TO ELIAS' KIDS. AFTER EMMA RETIRES, CORTANA SHOULD STAY IN THE FAMILY, AND GO TO MINA. THANK YOU VERY MUCH!

Tessa wen through a lot in TID and we don't talk enough about it.

that's all I can think of for now :)

[anavi-vrg]

Undead Unluck Cinderella!AU: The Masterpost

Hi :3 it's been a while, but i had been non-stop drawing to bring you all the Cinderella!AU cast with UU characters, i will write the basics of the story later bc i'm incapable of writing long paragraphs.

The drawing that made me start this AU

Let's start with our protagonist, Fuuko as Cinderella:

But our dear protagonist needs her mice friends:

We got our mains first: Haruka, Top, Gina, Sean and Chikara, taking the places of Jaq and Gus

I remember that there were mice kids/children, the younglings!

Phil, Bunny, Tatiana, Lucy and Betty (almost forgot her)

Mice! Veronica and Tella are here to take care of them/protect them from the evil cats

With how many chores have to be done everyday around the house, there have to be some specialised mice:

In the kitchen, Billy works with the sweets, Enjin helps with the almost everything (he's too passionate for this job) and Rip cuts the veggies. Yusai can´t be let near the drinks alone, but she always knows the best one for the occasion.

There's so many clothes that need mending and cleaning, the Sewing Team: Latla, Kurusu and Leila, are the right mice to do the job.

(ps. i bet Kurusu and Gina smugled that book to make cute dresses for Fuuko)

Sooo many books to keep clean and organised in this house, good thing Mice Anno Un and Akira are doing their damn best to keep the house library in peak condition, they even have the time to dramatise Fuuko's favorite romance books for everyone

Mouse Feng does everything around the house, why? because he wants to be better than Fuuko in everything

Miscellaneous Mice bcs i don't know in what role do they fit: Grandpa Isshin, Creed, Mei, Shen, Mui, Mui's little brother (do we even know his name?), Ms. Hawkins and Void.

And we can't forget our dear doggo Burn, taking dog Bruno's place

This Au is not complete without some villains

Human! Luna as Lady Tremaine, BUT she's not Fuuko's stepmother, Lady Luna is a distant relative, grandfather's niece and further kinda deal

Lady Luna has three kids:

Big Brother Soul, the kind of person to say "BuT wE aRe FaMiLy" when he does something bad to Fuuko but would absolutely not tolerate any of Fuuko's mistakes

Middle Brother Apocalypse, evil? no, no, no, he's a tsundere, the kind to say "i'm not washing the clothes because i want to help you or anything! it's just that you are too clumsy". Fuuko sees right through his bullshit and thanks him eveytime she can to Apocchy's embarrassment

And Little Bother/Sister Ruin (i'm more inclined to fem!Ruin), she's considerably more aggressive to Fuuko than the rest, her aggressiveness spurred on by her mom Luna and big brother Soul. Apocalypse has tried to help her to no avail.

THE CAT! Why should we limit ourselves to one evil cat, when we can have FOUR?

Shadow hides in the dark corners and stairs, waiting for an unsuspecting victim, putting themselves in the middle of the path to make them trip

Blood wakes up and craves violence, he scratches the furniture, the curtains and people... Fuuko stays the fuck away from this evil cat

Spoil can't be let alone with the food, he steals it but he doesn't eat it, no, he enjoys watching it spoil and the faces of disgust from the people that find his masterpiece, fortunately dogo Burn is always guarding the kitchen.

Seal enjoys watching the desperation in peoples' faces as he slowly pushes the fine glassware from the top drawer to the cold hard floor, unfortunately for Seal, Mouse Feng is always watching

Do you remember the Gran Duke? the poor man was so close to die, but for this AU, we have the Grand Duke and Duchess, Nico and Ichico (Which one is who is up to you)

We got our King! King Juiz, KING JUIZ, KING JUIZ!!!

If you saw the third animated Cinderella movie, you would remember the Queen's paintings, and i decided that we need a Queen (an alive one), salute our dear Queen: Queen Victor!! (do you forgive me for putting him on a dress? 🥺)

At last, we need our prince for this AU, but why have only one?!

Crown Prince Andy and Second Prince(ss) Julia

We need our Fairy Godmother to bring some miracles to life! And i couldn't pick anyone else for this role than my beloved, Spring 🌸

Let him have some fun!!

This is the real last one, but although it wasn't a sentient character, it would be unforgivable not casting Clothy as Fuuko's dress

(Can you imagine what Andy would do to Clothy once he discovers that he's Fuuko's dress? 💀)

That's all the character designs for this AU, and now i can start drawing some scenes for this AU.

Enjoy this AU compiled timelapse for all the designs in the meantime!

[imaginesforeveryone]

Russian Love

Pairing: John Shelby x Y/N Warnings: aggression, talk of sex, flirting, maybe slight smut Summary: You were the younger sister of Tatiana Petrovna. Some would say the calmer version of Tatiana, but I guess John Shelby would figure that out.

It was the day the Shelby’s arrived at your house for the Russian celebration. Your sister Tatiana was a bit much sometimes to say the least. But you, you were completely opposite of her. You were more contained and had way more self control. While you hung back from most of the business with the Shelby family, you aunt insisted you be a part of tonight, considering there was more than one Shelby boy arriving. You, of course, obeyed her wishes and got done up for them to come. 

Sat in your aunts office speaking with her and Tatiana about events happening tonight. A knock at the door sounded. 

“Come.” Your aunt spoke out and one of the butlers appeared. 

“Miss, the Shelby brothers have arrived.” He spoke entering the room. 

“Let them come.” She answered back to him. As you watched the door creak open more, three good looking men walking in. You had never met the Selby boys because you stayed out of the business as much as you could. One of them specifically catching your attention. He stood tall with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, his cap slightly tilted, and beaming blue eyes. 

“Hello, Mr. Shelby. Welcome to our home.” You aunt speaking out breaking your attention away from the Shelby brothers. 

“This is Y/N. My other niece, Tatianas sister.” She introduced you to them. You bowed your head down in a way of saying hello. Meeting eyes with the one Shelby boys. Looked younger than the other two. 

“John Shelby.” He said taking his cap off to you. 

“Arthur Shelby.” The other man with a smile through his thick mustache. 

“Very nice to meet you both.” You spoke back to them. You already knew Thomas, seeing him in the house every once in awhile. 

“Alright well. Boys there’s something I didn’t tell you coming up here.” Thomas said standing up from the window ledge he sat on. 

“Its a tradition Russians do, so they know you aren’t a spy. So respect their wishes and do what they say.” He said to Arthur directly with a hand on either one of his shoulders. You giggled to yourself a bit seeing the fear in his eyes. 

“Shirts off, drop your pants please Mr. Shelby.” Tatiana said standing up in front of the two men. 

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” John said excited to take his clothes off but looking over at Arthur who didn’t look like he was to keen about doing it. John already half naked, Tatiana walked up to Arthur saying a few words to get him to undress. Standing up you walked in front of John who giggled looking at Arthur. 

“Its cold. Fuck off John.” Arthur snarky said to him. You slightly giggled under your breathe. Walking up to John who stood so confident in his skin looking over at you as he watched you walking towards him. 

“So Mr. Shelby. Shall we check if I have a spy on my hands?” You asked him not breaking eye contact once with him. 

“Go for it love. I have nothing to hide.” He said with a grin and openning his arms up wide. Getting down on your knees in front of him and inspecting his undercarriage, pushing away the fact that his cock was so perfect.

“Oh fuck.” He breathed out under his breathing causing you to grin up at him. Slowly taking his length in your hand knowing well that you didn’t need to check anywhere else, just doing it to see how he reacted. As you expected he was slightly enjoying this as you noticed his cock twitch in your hand. 

“Well this one is clean.” You said standing up making eye contact with him and grinning towards him. You could see him melt into your eyes. You walked back over to your aunts side and sitting. 

“Well Thomas looks like everything is all cleared. We will have one of the butlers show you the way to where the event will be held.” Tatiana spoke up looking over in Thomas’ direction. You for some reason couldn’t keep your eyes off of John. He just caught your eye over and over again no matter how many times you looked at him. As they exited the room you relaxed into your seat. 

“Fuck him.” Tatiana spoke up to you.

“What?” You asked back looking at her.

“Fuck him. John? Fuck him. You need a good fucking Y/N maybe it will help you unravel those panties you have in a bunch all the time.” She spoke laughing at her joke. You rolled your eyes standing up and making your way into the room where the orgy was being held. Walking in you see men everywhere holding bottle of vodka with atleast one girl on his lap, either kissing him up and down his neck or bouncing on his cock. Seeing John in the corner dancing with a few of them, you giggled as they all fell over. You went and sat in a empty chair that sat close to the door. You just watched as people were getting fucked, drunk and high off the snow you’re aunt and uncle have supplied for this event. Watching everything going on kind of turned you on. You were normally pretty self controlled at these. Never really wanted indulge in the activity. Just always watched, but something was different about this time. Maybe it was John. Maybe it was when you held his cock in your hand. The way you sat on your heels like you were a simple women. Not a duchess. Just a normal human with no special treatment. Maybe even a whore to him. Feeling the wetness building in you panties you closed you legs tight. You looked over where Tatiana and Thomas sat not to far from you. She motioned you to John. Looking over at him he was already looking at your from across the room. Even with a women in his lap you didn’t care because you knew in the back of your mind that you were more irresistible then she was because she was just a common whore. He noticed you looking at him and raising an eyebrow towards you. You smiled and stood from your seat still look at him smoothing out your dress you left the room. John stood to his feet letting the women’s feet hit the ground before he darted out the door to follow you. You walked slowly down the hallway slipping off one piece of clothing as you walked towards your room. John out of site if he’s smart enough he would follow the trail of clothes. As you reached your door, you stepped out of your dress leaving you in just your panties. Laying across your bed and taking a deep breathe you heard footsteps getting closer and closer. As you heard the footsteps stop you looked over at the door seeing John standing there and staring at you. 

“Well Mr. Shelby. You found me. Now what?” You asked standing from your bed and slowly making your way over to him as he stood in the doorway. Almost filling it out with his height and the thickness of his shoulders. 

“We’ll miss.” 

“Y/N. Just Y/N.” You said interrupted him mid sentence 

“Y/N what would you like to happen here.” He said looking down at you now with just a small space between your bodies. 

“We’ll Mr.Shelby. I’m a duchess correct?” You asked look up at him and resting your hands on his belt. 

“Yes.” He said with a gulp as you started undoing his belt still looking into his eyes. 

“We’ll tonight. I’m not..” you said ripping the belt from his lopes and throwing it into the bed. 

“I want to be your whore tonight Mr. Shelby.” You said unbuttoning his pants and letting them pool around his feet. 

“I don’t know if could do that Y/N your still by law a duchess.” He spoke up groaning at the fact of being under your touch. 

“So? I said I was not a duchess tonight. I’m just a common person. Maybe even a whore for you tonight.” You said taking down his boxers. 

“Would you like that Mr. Shelby? Your my guest so I have to make sure your well taken care of.” You spoke up to him as you fell to your knees in front of him with now his rock hard member just inches from your mouth. Softly licking the tip of his cock and making him shiver. 

“Fuck. Yeah I would love that.” He breathed out grabbing onto the door frame. With those words you took him into your mouth. Making him jult backwards a bit. But as he came back you sunk closer to the ground and sunk his cock deeper into your mouth, with eyes looking up at him, but him not making eye contact yet. Sucking him further and deeper in your throat till you were gagging on it. He threw his head further back. With that you bobbed you head back and forth. He was taking off his shirt and throwing it across the room. Finally looking down at you with tears in your eyes he grabbed a fist full of your hair and began face fucking you. Opening your mouth as wide as you could to take his length and girth. 

“Fuck love. You’re not just a common whore tonight. You dirty dirty whore duchess and that’s how your going to be treated.” He said wiping the tear that streamed down your face. With that leaning down and lifting you up into his arms. Hold your legs over his arms and using your ass as leverage to keep you steady on him. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him hard. Felt yourself spinning around and hear the door shut. He put you up against the door still in the same position he had you before but this time moving you up so that you were straddling his face but in the air and up against the door behind you. 

“Mr. Shelby.” You gasped our not expecting this. 

“John. Not Mr.Shelby” he spoke up to you. With that he spit on your pussy and started attacking your clit with his lovely tongue. 

“Oh fuck.” You gasped out releasing his arms you held for stability before but now arms spread out across the wall. 

“Yeah does the whore duchess like that?” He asked up at you not even taking his attention away from your dripping pussy in his face. He sunk his tongue into your opening causing you to cry out loudly. All that filled the room was the moaning from you, grunts from him and the slurping of his tongue on you. 

“John. I’m going to cum” you breathing out through labored breathing. 

“Mmmm yes my whore duchess cum. All over my face.” And with those words you couldn’t hold on any long and released leaning forward with shaking legs. John not even losing his balance even at the sudden shift you had made. Coming off your sensitive clit he lifted you off his shoulders slowly lowering you onto the ground. He looked into your eyes. Deep. Making you melt into his for the second before he lifted you off your feet once more and tossing you onto the bed effortlessly causing you to let out a giggle. He walked over the the bed snaking between your legs. Kissing the inside of your thigh, then over to kissing your swollen clit causing you to flinch a bit. Then moving up to you belly kissing up it take a breast in each hand and putting his face between them softly shaking his head. Making a small giggle release from you. Finally making it to your lips he kissed them passionately as his length relaxed at your opening. Like his body perfectly matched yours. 

“So Y/N do you still want to be that whore of duchess you were being a few minutes ago?” He asked inches from your face with vodka stained breath. 

“Yes Mr. Shelby I would.” You said with smile and sticking your tongue out to lick his bottom lip and sucking it into your mouth between your teeth. He winced at the slight pain. Before you knew it he had one of your legs hiked on his shoulder and slowly, and I mean painfully slow, was rubbing the tip of his cock at your opening.

“Please Mr. Shelby.” You cried out and that’s when he completely stopped. 

“Please. Holy fuck.” You cried out again trying to move your hips up to his length but his hands on your hips stopping you .

“What’s my name Y/N?” He said into you ear. 

“John. I’m sorry. John. Please.” You cried out again still trying to move yourself against him. 

“Nu uh. Whore duchess’ like you don’t make the decision. What do you want from me love. this?” He asked as he pushed on the lower part of your stomach to keep you from moving but also giving more please to when he pushed into you, just a tiny bit more. You gasped out as he did so. 

“Yes John Please.” You said not moving a muscle. 

“Tell me love. what do you want. I cant give it to you unless you use your words darling.” He said putting a piece of loose hair behind your hair. 

“I want you inside of me. All of you inside of me. Please!” You yelled out, and with that he slammed into you, almost making you black out from the sudden fast pleasure he had given you. 

“Fuck you’re so big.” You cried out feeling him inside your belly. 

“And you are so fucking tight love. Fuck, don’t remember the last time I fucked a cunt this tight.” He whispered into your ear. Attaching you lips to his. Tongues dancing with each other as he pumped in and out of you. He brought his hand up to you face and putting two of his long slender fingers into you mouth, you sucked until you gagged on them. 

“Good girl.” He said with an evil smile. Reaching between you two he settled his now wet fingers on the sensitive nub he was just a few minutes ago abusing. Rubbing circles on it. You cried out, and gasped breath in as he did so. 

“You like that love?” He said slowly still pumping into you. 

“Yes. I love it so much. God dammit.” You said as you felt your body tense up once again. This man has no clue that you have never felt this way with any other man. The way he’s treating you makes it all the better. Like you are normal. Like you are human, not a emotionless duchess. 

“John. I’m going to cum. Please keep doing that. Don’t stop.” You said threw deep breathes. 

“I’m right behind you babygirl. As much as I’d love to fuck you till the sun came up, I don’t know much more I can take of this sweet pussy.” He whispered to you making you blush and giggle like a little school girl. Pulling his face into yours and attacking his lips. As you felt the knots getting tighter and tighter in your stomach. 

“Fuck. Fuck John. Yes yes. just like that.” You said between the kisses you didn’t want to pull away from. But eventually not being able to help it, you felt your legs lose control and you back arching up to him and with that he pulled you onto him as he sat up pushing you deeper onto him as he sat straight up. 

“Fuck baby. Yes. Yes.” He said as he twitched inside of you, feeling every shot inside of you as he released. Coming down off your highs together hold each other in close embrace. You finally fell backward onto the bed as you finally relaxed you body. Him plopping down next to you and grabbing a cigarette and lighting one. Stealing it out from between his lip and giving him a smirk. 

“Well, that was amazing.” He said turned over after light another to look at you. 

“Yeah it was. I haven’t ever felt that before.” You said still in awe about what happened.

“Well maybe I can make you feel more one day.” He said with his little cheeky smirk. 

“Maybe you will.” You said with a wink to him. 

Could you maybe step down from being a duchess, and become the Russian that made her way into the Peaky Blinders. You may never know, but you sure hoped you would know one day.

[zappyjoan]

NSR Family Headcanons New and Improved

Mayday

Has a mom, dad, and two younger sisters. She grew up in Natura in a pretty high-up family, dad is a finance worker in the nsr building and mom is part of the Natura management. They were quite strict, only showing their support for rock when it was more stable in vinyl city, but now prefer her sisters' enjoyment for EDM. As she got older, she clashed with them, and eventually left their home when she dropped out of college. She hasn't spoken to them, but does talk to her sisters.

Zuke

Has a Mom and Dad, with West obviously. He isn't from vinyl city, but a kampung on the outskirts, though it still was under nsr's domain. His kampung (and many others) faced the worst of the blackouts because of their distance from the city and their limited resources, so everyone there is a bit weary of nsr. His family is quite large, and they all have shadow puppets. His mom is a second-generation jamacian immigrant.

DJSS

Raised by a single mom. His whole childhood, she would lecture him about him mattering in the world and making great art to make her proud. She only praised him when he made very impressive music, and was ashamed of him when he quit his teaching career. She has recently remarried, has a wife now.

Sayu kids

keeping it simple bc there's so many of them. Tila has a single dad, two older sisters, and a twin, remi is an only child with a mom and dad, Dodo is a single child and lives with his uncle, and sofa has a mom and dad, and older brother.

Yinu's mom Comes from a traditional and classical-leaning family. She was a closet goth and loved industrial EDM, but could only play music her parents approved of. This was mainly because she grew up before the Goolings solidified rock as the VC genre. Her great-grandmother is the great-great grandmother of Mayday. She has siblings. Yinu's dad Also came from a classical leaning family, but he always loved the piano, so this wasn't an issue. Was actually not a big fan of the Goolings or rock, but was open-minded about it. He probably has siblings.

Neon J

He had a single mom and littler sister. Growing up, he was the self-appointed man of the house (though he was born a girl), which contributed to his heroic tendencies. Learned to make toys to comfort his sister. He hasn't seen her or their mother in decades, and he doesn't know where they are.

Eve

Grew up relatively rich with a mom and dad. Neither of them really understood how she thought, but they tried their best to. It didn't work well, though. They kind of just treated her as quirky and didnt take her art SUPER seriously, but they meant well if that makes sense. Her father's insecurities rubbed off onto her, which worsened her skin complex.

Tatiana

Has a twin brother made of sedimentary rock. Parents are made of opal and obsidian. Prim and proper, awful parents. She still speaks with her brother regularly, but he much prefers being out of the limelight in comparison to his sister.

[cbartonscoffee]

Inspired by this post.

Bobby first learned to cook to take some things out of his father's plate. Because now that Mom and Charlie have left them, that it's just the two of them, it's Bobby's job to help his dad get better.

After Tim dies he probably doesn't cook for a while. After all, burning the food is what made him call 911 which starts the events that result in Tim dying. But at some point, probably when he starts to live alone, he picks it up again. But just as a way of having food.

Then comes Marcy and the kids, he has a family now. Cooking for them is a special activity. He can share it with his kids, it's a way of helping Marcy, it's his role in the house. It's something his own dad never did, he doesn't want to be even more like him.

And when they die, he stops again. Because he doesn't want to live anymore. Because he's repeated the cycle of abuse. Because doing this thing that he used to do for them is just unthinkable.

We see him try again. He gets to this new place and he decides to make it better. So he stocks up his fridge and he starts practicing. Because he's rusty. He hasn't had anyone to share his cooking with so he hasn't bothered. But now he does, and he knows change is needed so he's willing to take the first step towards it for the sake of the rest. And he succeeds. The environment of the house changes, they're more close to each other, they work better.

So he learned for the family that raised him. Made it special for the family he created. And he picked it up again for the family he chose.

But it's more than that. Because there's Buck.

One thing that's been present throughout the series is Buck learning how to cook from Bobby, trying out recipes and the like. And it's not like he wouldn't cook for someone (we know that most food Chimney served Tatiana was actually made by Bobby), but teaching that's a different thing, that's a Buck and him thing. And we know he sees him like a son (it's not even a fandom thing anymore, it's been said in the series), so this adds another layer.

Here's this young troubled kid he sees a lot of himself in and whom he feels responsible for. And so he chooses to share with him this activity that has accompanied him throughout his life, that he's shared with the people he cares the most about. He passes on his legacy. And he makes sure that nothing like what happened to him will happen to Buck.

Also, you can see how important it is to him in his and Athena's relationship. The first few months of them dating were spent at Bobby's apartment where he'd cook for them (or they'd occasionally get takeout) and they'd just spend time together. And we're talking about a man so gone that the first fight they had started because he was feeling frustrated that he didn't get to go out with her. But he was never bothered about having to cook. He liked it, because he cares about Athena, he thinks she's amazing, and he likes to share his cooking with people like that. Cooking for her was a way of expressing himself, his comfort in the relationship and in Athena herself, a way to say without words that he values her. Even if she can't recognize it because he cooks at the firehouse all the time and that's the main place where she sees him.

[tokiro07]

Undead Unluck ch.191 thoughts

[FOUR YEARS AND AN ANIME!!!]

(Contents: Celebration, predictions)

WE DID IT, EVERYONE!!! As of this week's chapter, Undead Unluck has officially been running for four whole years!!!

I don't recall, though, did UU take an extra week off at some point? It should be at 192...Ah well, it's not super important! We've officially hit the goal I've been asking for since day one, and I'm over the moon about it! The hashtag is no longer a wish for the future, but a celebration of success!

At the time, I did expect that it would end around now rather than merely approaching the final phase, but hell, I'm not complaining! I don't know if I necessarily want UU to hit the eight-year mark, it might start to feel like it's dragging by that point, but I also can't really imagine it doing that anyway

If we assume that we have five arcs left before Ragnarok (Top, Tatiana, Kururu, Backs, Ruin) and we generously assume that each is 10 chapters (only Rip and Latla's arc has lasted more than 10 since the loop), we should have at most another year until the final battle, though it likely won't even take that long since most of these recruitment arcs are more like 3-5 chapters per recruit. From there, the previous Ragnarok arc was about 40 chapters, so we'll overestimate again that the next one will last a full year

In other words, depending on how much Tozuka decides to take his time, I think we should be seeing UU running until June 2025 or January 2026! It's a bit sad to see the writing on the wall like that, but as far as I'm concerned, we're playing with house money right now! I'm glad that my favorite series turned out to be such a hit, and that it should get to resolve itself as it pleases! So few series get to go out on their own terms, I can't be upset when one of my favorites becomes one of the lucky ones!

Onto the chapter itself, this was such a cool fight! Andy holding off all ten of the Superior Rules by himself for three minutes is such a badass display of how far he's come, and shows us some cool ways he can use his soul techniques! We've heard of him using his soul to move his body before, using it to overcome Nico's copy of Unmove, but seeing him actively replacing his lost body parts with his soul?? Now that's sick!

100-Twist Vortex Bullet, Soul Vulcan, Soul Road...it's all derived from what we've seen, but all on a whole new level! Even the soul chains are taken straight from his fight with Ghost. It's like a perfect showcase of how far Andy's come in the last four years of serialization!

BUT! For how strong he is now, for how much stronger he apparently is than the rest of the team, he was only able to hold off the Superior Rules for three minutes. In other words, while you might think he's become an invincible one-man army that could do everything on his own, you would be absolutely wrong!!! He had to let the two weakest Superiors go to temporarily match #1 (who we can reasonably assume is UMA Soul), so while we can assume he'd be capable of facing Soul one-on-one, we also have to assume that Andy is still nowhere near Sun's level. It took everyone together to hold off Sun for 11 minutes, including Rebellion!Victor, and at least half of them died in the process. Andy, as he is now, could only hold off all ten Superiors for three; if he'd had to hold on for 11, they probably would have all escaped, and since we can assume that all ten together don't measure up to SUN, we can conclude that Andy is not so strong that he could solo Sun

Andy will be a tremendous asset to the final battle, but he will not be the single deciding factor. To beat Sun, it won't be enough to simply have everyone together, everyone will need to raise their level to be capable of at least soloing a Superior Rule like Andy did to Sick. In other words, Andy's display of power here isn't merely a way to tell us how strong Andy is now, but telegraphing how strong EVERYONE is going to be by the end!!! Even if they never quite make it to Andy's level, we can expect that our team is going to be absolutely made of monsters, and I! Can't! Wait!!!

Until next time, let's enjoy life!

[heeahheeya]

I had been looking forward to battles of these beauties (If Grace had alive) :

After the gunshot issue during the dinner party, Russian duchess Tatiana visits Arrow House without invitation, which makes Grace be unpleasant. They discuss about business between Churchill and runaway Russian aristocrats, Section D, Father Hughes, etc, and sleeping with Mr. Thomas Shelby of course!

But, we should remember Grace is now Mrs. Shelby, the queen of the most cruel & slyest British gangster family. Grace says her husband often tosses a coin before making important decision, and she will do as he does: head means agreement to let him sleep with her Russian rival, and tail means Grace can FUCK Tatiana's man🤣

(eyes to eyes, teeth for teeth YEAH!)

It's quite easy for this sassy ex-agent of the Crown to search information about Duchess Tatiana. She already knew her lover had moved to Vienna. Moreover, she found Tatiana's sex with other men who can make her family handle business easy was on her uncle's order.

Grace tells Tatiana that Tommy allowed his wife to fuck any other men for business. We know it is definitely a LIE🤪

I'm so excited to imagine Tatiana's face distorted with jealousy, and cannot wait to find jealous moment of Thomas Shelby, the king of Birmingham. Of course Tommy won't send his gorgeous wife to other men. This poor guy doesn't know that Grace still remembers the moment Tommy was going to send her to Billy Kimber.

[elsalouisa]

Alas that sense of uneasiness which I had first experienced on seeing Rasputin in the Crimea in 1911, and was so anxious to dispel from my mind, this year returned fourfold. The feeling against him was growing. Three years before, in 1911, the name had only been mentioned in the lowest whispers. In 1913 I found on reaching St. Petersburg a vast difference. People were pronouncing this word quite loud and criticising the Empress. I shuddered at the change in such a short time. But by 1914 nobody even tried to hide their feelings and now it seemed to me that people were yelling the hated name from every house top. One evening Prince and Princess Yousoupoff came to dine and we discussed the situation which seemed to be taking big leaps and bounds to disaster, so it was decided that the Princess should ask for an audience of the Empress and speak openly and surely. The Empress, knowing Zeneide Yousoupoff as being beyond reproach of intrigues, would listen and understand; Rasputin must go! Only the night before Mlle. Tutcheff, the little Grand Duchesses’ governness, had asked to see the Grand Duchess George and said: “I have to come and see your Imperial Highness as I do not know what to do. I cannot bear it any longer, now that awful man Rasputin comes up when the Grand Duchesses are in bed and blesses them. I feel it is not right.’ The Grand Duchess quite agreed with her, but what could she do? Shortly after this Mlle. Tutcheff was dismissed; I suppose she had shown her disapproval and that had sufficed.

The next day the Imperial family were dining at Harax and the Yousoupoffs were also invited. Before dinner the Princess telephoned to the Grand Duchess and said: “I think I had better not come and dine; I was received by the Empress to-day. As soon as I mentioned the subject of my visit the Empress rose from her chair and said: ‘I refuse to hear one word on this matter and forbid you to refer to it. It is a plot against a dear friend and nobody has the right to interfere. You can leave.’ ”

But the Grand Duchess begged her to come, saying it would look so pointed, so the poor Princess arrived looking pale and trembling—such was the effect on any subject of their Imperial Majesties. We could not understand it, as we were so free with them, but after all.the Russians had been born under this autocratic atmosphere. As usual, the Grand Duke and Grand Duchess with the Grand Ducal Household went forward to await their Majesties.

We all remained in the drawing-room; as this was a large dinner party and more etiquette was displayed. The Emperor entered with the Empress, and the Grand Duchess Olga and Grand Duchess Tatiana, both so sweet and young, followed. We all made a deep reverence, not a curtsey—that word sounds to me so out of place. The Emperor, kind and natural as ever, the Empress slightly stiffer, as if she was putting up a palisade between her family and herself against the outside world. She scarcely looked at Zeneide Yousoupoff. The dinner was not as gay as usual owing to an undercurrent of strained aloofness on the part of the Empress. She was very kind to us as we, in her eyes, had nothing to do with the plot ‘which she felt had been laid to send the Princess as spokeswoman that afternoon. She trusted no one and knew that all present agreed with what had been said. Dinner over, we adjourned to the club where musicians were awaiting us. Still the Empress had not addressed a word to the Princess who was every minute more conscious of the Empress’s marked displeasure which meant so much in those days. Should their Majesties bestow their favour on a person, the barometer of the Court went high in his favour. If the opposite happened, that person could count on no one. Of course, there were exceptions, but I mean on an average. People would criticise the Empress, but should she show herself, people would cringe only to be able to say she had looked at them, but alas that was seldom, as less and less did she ever show herself outside the immediate circle. Dancing started and how well I remember that scene—the large room filled with flowers, chairs round the room, the young Grand Duchesses in pale blue. Olga was fair, not as tall as her sister, with a sweet expression, a little less slight than Tatiana but very graceful and so happy and gay. Tatiana was darker, perhaps less Russian-looking, graver in looks, but also young, only asking for the loveliness the world can give. My daughter was there, tall and slight in white and pink, the officers of the Emperor’s yacht “Standart”, a few officers of the regiment whose duties were to protect the Emperor, Prince Christopher, etc. The Emperor also danced, gaily laughing. The Empress sitting at the end of the room on a high-back chair and supported by innumerable cushions, was in mauve. Diamonds seemed to be illuminating her and making a halo around her.

At the opposite end of the room beautiful Princess Zeneide stood holding on to a chair; she was deathly pale. I felt sorry for her as etiquette forbade her leaving before their Majesties. I suddenly spied on the ground by the side of the Empress’s chair one of the cushions which had slipped down. So I went to Zeneide and whispered: “Allez ma chére, ramasser ce coussin; offrez-le a PImpératrice; cela peut-étre rompera la glace.” But the Princess with a terrified look answered “Ma bonne amie, jamais je n’oserais.” I realised then the distance that lay between the Empress of Russia and  Princesse Yousoupoff.

That evening in the little corridor that led from the house to the large room usually called the “club” the Emperor was standing in earnest conversation with the Grand Duchess George. They stood by a large window—I see this scene now as I write, the heavy curtains drawn, the Emperor’s slight figure, the Grand Duchess in evening dress standing in front of him. I wondered what this could mean as the Emperor looked sad and troubled. Later the Grand Duchess told me. It appears that he had dreamt the night before that his greatgrandfather, the Emperor Nicholas I, appeared to him and asked him why he did not go amongst his people and speak to them and get to know them and let himselfbe personally known by his subjects, and that for Russia’s sake he must do so and break away from all this hemmed-in life he led. “It has worried me ever since,”’ he told the Grand Duchess,  “it was so realistic. I cannot shake it off.”

“Oh Nicky,” she then said, ‘‘this dream is too true. We have all been wanting to tell you this but dared not; it is terrible to think that you, with your wonderful personality and with those magnetic eyes, should not show yourself. Believe me, you would bring the whole of Russia to your feet.”

He answered: “But, my dear, I am so short and all the Emperors and all the family were and are so tall. I am so insignificant-looking!”’

It was pathetic and then I understood the drama of it all and why he walked usually on the tip of his toes. For a long time we hoped it might alter his mode of life, but nothing changed".

Agnes Stoeckl "Not all vanity"

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[winterstarfall]

anya/dmitry arranged marriage au i'm not finishing

Anastasia is not entirely sure how she ended up in this position. Her knee will not cease bouncing on its own no matter how many times she forces it to stop, even though there is no one else outside in the gardens with her. Jimmy sits at her feet, mournful eyes gazing up at her with his head resting on his front paws.

“Don’t look at me like that,” Anastasia’s murmurs, giving up on her embroidery. “You would have done the same.” She pauses. “Well, perhaps if you were human, too.”

Jimmy whines.

They had been under house arrest for over a year, her sisters and her own hair only just reaching their shoulders again after their bout with measles last winter. Russia is transformed, soldiers are in their home and a government has the power her father once did. There had been hints from Colonel Kobylinsky for a long while that they would be moved elsewhere, possibly out of the country. Those hints had stopped quickly when the White army began to descend on the new Provisional Government.

So they have not moved, and her father no longer has any power despite still retaining the title of Emperor. They have been trapped in limbo in Tsarskoye Selo since the revolution because no one knows what to do with them. Until now.

Tatiana looked confused when their parents had gravely sat them down to explain. Her father looks as if he has aged twenty years and her mother’s hair is greying. “A show of unity?”

Anastasia’s head swam with outrage. Olga echoed the same thoughts. “Unity? After they have held us hostage, taken all our friends away and killed half our family?!”

“Olya, quiet,” their mother hissed, although her hands shook.

It is incomprehensible, the grief they have been feeling. Uncle Michael and Aunt Elizabeth deaths mere months ago, a dozen more since then.

“What unity, Mama?” Maria asked, seemingly realising at the same time as her sisters that perhaps this could finally end the last year of bloodshed and anxiety.

Nicholas and Alexandra glanced at one another. Dread spread in Anastasia’s stomach.

“If we are to remain here, even as - figureheads,” Nicholas almost spat the word out, “in order to keep the throne…one of you are to wed a man of the new governments choosing.”

The cries of protest went up immediately. Anastaisa leapt to her feet, Olga began shouting shrilly, Tatiana stuttered and Maria’s hands slapped over her mouth, horrified.

“Girls, please -” their mother begged, tears in her eyes.

“You want us to marry one of them?” Anastasia shrieked.

“You would not be taking his name! He will take ours, and the children -”

“Children?” Olga looked as though she was about to faint. “Papa, you can’t be serious -”

“Who did you choose?” Tatiana suddenly cut in. “You’ve decided already, haven't you?”

Nicholas bowed his head. Anastasia sank back into her chair. “Who, Papa?” She whispered.

When his gaze turned to Maria - sweet, innocent, daydreaming Mashka - the girl's eyes widened in horror.

“No,” Maria whispered.

“Mashka,” their mother started gently, reaching over to take her young daughter's hand. “It will not be so bad. You children will be the heirs -”

“Mama, no,” Maria began to cry, as did Olga and Tatiana.

It shamed Anastasia to think that it made sense. Her parents would never allow Olga, their eldest child to be married off to a Bolshevik, and Tatiana has always resisted her duties in favour of nursing. Maria was the next obvious choice to produce an heir, as it was now clear Alexei would never ascend to be Emperor.

All Maria used to speak off was marriage and children, playing with her little dolls pretending they were babies, gushing about the soldier she would someday marry and the houseful of children they would have. Anastasia’s heart pounded, thinking of her sister forced to marry a man who will show her no love or care, forced to bear his children, made to be a humiliation by the new government.

She couldn’t allow it. Not to Maria.

“No,” Anastasia said loudly, ending the argument that had broken out over Maria’s sobbing. “No.”

“Nastya -” her father warned.

“I will do it.” She straightened, determined. “I will marry the Bolshevik’s choosing.”

They all stared at her, stunned.

“Anastasia, you can’t -” Maria begged.

“I am the youngest,” Aanastasia declares, “I am - the one who has been difficult, unladylike, the shvibzik. If they must humiliate one of us, it will be me, not Mashka. I won’t allow it.” Clearing her throat, she levels with her fathers surprised gaze. “I am of age, father. Let it be me.”

And goodness knows, she would not give the man they chose a second of peace. If anyone could fight and claw her way through a betrothal, it would be her.

So here Anastasia is, a sacrificial lamb for her family, waiting in the gardens while her parents and some politicians iron out the details for the rest of her life.

The late September breeze chills her, but she still refuses to go back inside, unable to stand Maria’s tearful guilty eyes, Olga and Tatiana’s sorrowful looks. She can’t show doubt in front of them, not after she had offered herself up in exchange so quickly.

Jimmy leaps to his feet, tail wagging when Anastasia stands up. Huddled in her coat, she starts to walk briskly towards the flower patch, embroidery abandoned behind her. There are soldiers scattered around, some openly watching her with disdain and others not even acknowledging her passing. Anastasia holds her chin high, refusing to cower for men who don’t know her at all.

The vegetable garden they had planted in the spring is starting to freeze over now. She hopes they are still here to replant it when it has thawed.

Turning at a dying bush, Jimmy weaving between her legs, Anastasia suddenly stops dead.

There is a boy, standing in front of the aster flower bush. His hands trail down a stem before he snaps one off, fingertips tracing its purple petals.

Anastasia frowns. “Might I ask why you are stealing from our garden?” She says loudly in Russian, feeling an odd thrill when the boy startles. He whips around, flower hastily hidden behind his back.

His dark eyes are wide with surprise and guilt, but for half a heartbeat he seems dazzled by her. He is skinny and wearing clothes that are clearly not his own based on the awkward way he moves in them, save for the worn brown coat. He looks gaunt, ill fed and poor, but he doesn’t look like the other soldiers, either. He doesn’t even have a gun.

“Um,” he tries.

Anastasia almost smiles as she approaches. “You needn’t hide it. They’re beautiful flowers - my sisters like to press them in books.”

The boy blinks, watching her pick one of her own. “Thank you, ma’am.” Anastasia raises her eyebrows but doesn’t correct his address. He’s much taller than her, with curling brown hair hidden under a cap. She’s never seen him before.

Jimmy bounds back towards the house. Anastasia lets him go.

“What is your name?”

He clears his throat. “Dmitry Constantinovich. You’re the Tsar’s daughter.”

Anastasia looks up at him. Perhaps he’s a servant she’s never seen before? It seems unlikely, given the close quarters they have all been living in with the sentries. “Do you work for my father, Dmitry Constantinovich?”

Dmitry’s jaw tenses, enhancing the small scar on his cheek where a dimple would be. He does not want to be having this conversation with her. “No, I don’t.”

“But you’re not a soldier either.” She is not asking him now.

They stare at one another for a long moment when he doesn't answer. He is handsome, she observes, perhaps not much older than her. His mouth seems to be set in a permanent line, hardening features that could otherwise be good looking if someone took the care to notice.

Dmitry is the first to look away, the flower he was hiding behind him reappearing. Anastasia holds her own up. “They will be out of season soon, when winter comes. We won’t see them again until spring.”

“You haven’t told me your name,” Dmitry says, sounding slightly less annoyed.

“And you already know I’m the Tsar’s daughter,” she goads him, then scowls. “Though I doubt anyone will think of me as that once I’m married off to some abȃtari soldier.”

Dmitry stares at her. “What?”

Anastasia isn’t sure if he’s confused by the statement or the French insult. “This - new government wants a show of unity from us, and have declared I am to marry one of theirs so my family can survive.” Temper flaring, she presses the pad of her thumb into the spiny edges of the aster’s stem until it bleeds. Angry red blossoms over her skin, running over the side of nail. She licks it off, absently wiping it on her coat. “They wanted Mashka, but I wouldn’t let them. Not to her. She is too good to be sold off to some cruel man for the sake of the throne .”

“But you’re not?” Dmitry is confused, frowning.

Anastasia shrugs. “She is my sister. I would do anything for her.”

“Even marry a bastard soldier,” Dmitry repeats, recognition suddenly changing his tone. “You’re Anastasia Nikolaevna, not Maria.”

She tilts her head. “Why, were you expecting someone else?”

“Apparently not.” He looks away. “You’re certainly not what I expected.”

Anastasia frowns. “Who exactly are you? You’re not a servant or a soldier, so what are you doing here?”

“Anastasia! What are you doing out here?!”

She jumps, dropping her aster and trying to mask the burst of guilt she’s feeling. Though she’s not sure what she’s done wrong.

Count Popov hurries towards them, straightening his waistcoat. Anastasia resists the urge to giggle - Vlad has always resembled a flustered bear to her, always blundering and rushing with something. She’s glad he’s still with them. “Is there a problem, Vlad? I just wanted -“

“Why, child, you mustn’t be out here without a chaperone!” He barely acknowledges Dmitry, who is now looking extremely uncomfortable.

“Chaperone?” Anastasia almost scoffs. “I’m only talking to -“

“You mustn’t be alone with your betrothed, Your Grace.”

Betrothed?

Anastasia’s eyes whip back to Dmitry, who at least has the good graces to look guilty. Of course he knew. Of course she is the last to know.

It’s only her future they’re deciding.

“You were expecting Maria,” she manages.

He has no response to that, except now he can’t meet her eyes.

“Be that as it may,” Vlad hastily interjects, “child, you parents insist on seeing you.” He pauses to glance at Dmitry. “Both of you.”

Anastasia fights to compose herself. “Vlad, would you please tell my parents we will join them shortly?”

Vlad casts a look between her and Dmitry, but he is her fathers man before anything, and will do as he’s told. He bows slightly to Anastasia, before heading back to the palace.

Left alone once more, Anastasia looks at Dmitry - really looks at him this time. He is handsome, she can admit that much, in a rugged way. He’s clearly anxious but trying to hide it. Something they both have in common, at least. She can’t help noticing his nose is crooked from a previous break, and he self-consciously rubs it when he sees her staring.

Anastasia clears her throat. “So,” she starts, “you are who I am to be pawned off to.”

Dmitry flinches. “Anya -”

“It is Anastasia,” she snaps heatedly, fury flaring in her chest. She digs her fingernails into her palms, forcing herself to tamper it down. She approaches him boldly, not breaking eye contact even when she has to tilt her head up to meet them. He doesn’t move, letting her stand toe to toe with him.

There are inches between them now, and Anastasia feels something beneath her anger that she refuses to think about for another second.

“I am marrying you to save my family,” she reminds him, “and I would imagine you agreed to this - arrangement for you own reasons, too. So I want you to understand, Dmitry Constantinovich - I will be your wife, and I will do what is expected of me for the benefit of my family, but you and I will never be friends. Do I make myself clear?”

Dmitry’s jaw is clenched, shoulders tense. Anastasia refuses to look away until he answers. Eventually, his head bows slightly. “Yes - Anastasia.”

The air between them is taunt. Anastasia takes a step back, fighting an urge to shiver. She nods, straightening up. “Then I trust you will be able to make yourself back inside.”

Not waiting for an answer, Anastasia turns on her heel and marches back through the gardens, fists clenched the entire time.

-

Dmitry sleeps on the floor.

They have given him a room with a bed, but the mattress is too soft - Dmitry feels he might sink straight through and drown in it. He’s never slept on anything softer than bags of wood chips before.

Lying on the floor with a too-soft pillow and a blanket probably worth more rubles than the sum of his life, Dmitry stares at the ceiling. It’s too quiet here - he’s spent nineteen years of his life being lulled to sleep by Saint Petersburg's chatter, it’s blistering cold and noisy cobblestones. The silence here is too loud, too alien, grating in his ears. He had tried to remember familiar sounds, the distant wail of a train, the clatter of horse hooves, muffled conversations of evening workers and late-night revellers - he could almost smell the distinct blend of coal smoke and damp stone. But the more he tried to immerse himself in the memory, the more it slipped away.

Dmitry breathes loud and deliberately, just for something to hear. Glancing at the window, he briefly considers escaping through it, to run back to his place in the shadows, go back to his life of lying and scheming.

He’d probably be killed before even reaching the ground.

He wonders if he will ever feel at home here, amongst grandeur he has only ever heard about and once dreamed of.

If father could see me now, he thinks bitterly.

Constantine Sudayev was a man hardened by a life of struggle, whose lessons were often as harsh as the Russian winters. His father had always preached resilience, the necessity to adapt and survive no matter the circumstances. Yet, here Dmitry is, struggling to adapt to comfort.

It would be easy to blame his father for this, for keeping the company he did that handed him death in a labour camp and saw Dmitry forced to marry a Romanov, the very people Constantine and the Bolsheviks had schemed to overthrow.

Dmitry isn’t sure if his father would be proud or horrified. He’s not sure he wants to know.