#Wonderfilled

[lesbianraskolnikov]

1970 rodya hello

[bastard-of-time-and-space]

Frens

LITERALLY COMFYCOZY. REMINDS ME OF THE BIG ROW OF BEDS ME AND THE BROTHERS SLEEP IN AND EVERY NIGHT WE GO 'GOODNIGHT WIGGLY''GOODNIGHT NIBBLY' CONTINUING ON UNTIL WE REACH HIM AND THEN WE ALL GO TO SLEEP

[bisaster-energy]

nah fr some ppl didn't see the wonderfilled oreo owl city commercial in 2013 and that's so sad it's literally the best song ever

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

fun facts the sex addict au has ocs!!!! mostly prostitutes who, like in drr, have a web of who-knows-who and some of them are more willing to ignore moral hangups (like, hypothetically, indulce a clearly unwell man's increasingly dangerous demands) for cash than others

heehoo

[themusicalsky]

holy community tits

[zorkaya-moved]

❛   i like myself better when i’m with you.  ❜  ( mammon )

@xamassed

Mammon was many things. He could also be many things. His brothers would speak one way, then others would speak the other, and then there was Zarina Sokolova herself, who saw a completely different viewpoint. A fresh look at the Avatar of Greed, finding those small tidbits that she was confused about how others would forget. He is the representation of Greed; there were no attempts to forget that or deny that. Greed was a familiar sensation, but it became all the more familiar. All the more intimate and well-known.

Who would've expected that greed would make its way into her expression of love? To have his attention on her, to have him touch her, to have him say her name, to have him love her. Was it too selfish? Was she too overbearing? No, she wasn't as obnoxious to not notice that. However, she also knew her love was like a broken dam, which then caused the flood of a new emotion to nourish her frigid soul and melt it enough to have this tenderness become so unequivocally strong and genuine. 

Did he know that his eyes shined when he spoke about one of his schemes? Did he know that he had that cocky smirk whenever he'd think about how proud he is of something he'd done? Did he know that he laughed differently when he was actually finding something funny or just laughed because it was a better thing to do? Did he know that he makes a face when his brothers speak such harsh words to him? Did he know she could see all of that? 

Undoubtedly, Zarina watched him akin to a hawk, befitting her last name's meaning. But it still left her surprised when he'd tell her that one sentence. 

Liked himself better when he was with her? She noticed that his behavior changed over the course of their time spent together. Not only that, but she also noticed what others didn't when it came to his emotions, his balance, his warmth. Out of all, he was the only one wh had eough warmth and determination to melt the iceberg that was her stubborness. Zarina simply judged his character correctly, falling in love despite the words spoken about him. 

Did he really... find that time spent in her company made him better? 

"I want you to like yourself more when I'm not around," she enjoys sitting so close to him when they watch movies or relax. Zarina squeezes his hand just a bit as she opens her eyes. It's too comfortable to have her head rest on his shoulder, too comfortable to let the scent of his cologne lull her to this dreamscape and to have his voice sound so close to her ears. "I may not agree with some of your schemes and may be strict, but... I know you have a heart of gold, Mammon. Warm, attentive, emotional, and glimmering under the Moon of Devildom. I'm glad that you feel comfortable... by my side. Not everyone does when they learn more." Everyone preferred the warmth of the fake Sun instead of the true Moon.

Did she have to get poetic? Forgive her, it was her way of expressing her thoughts and painting a better picture. 

"And I too..." Zarina smiles; her words are now laced with tenderness and warmth that others do not hear with such intensity. It's obvious there is love in her speech. Even her words about wanting to love himself more when she's not around is a way for her to remind him that he's himself and she wants him to love himself even more. "I like myself more when I'm with you. You made my dream come true, and you showed me that... I'm capable of something my younger self never expected to experience." 

He made her feel more human. Strange, wasn't it? For a demon to make her feel more human. However, when one lived a life like she did, the sin of acedia ate her from the inside, rendering her hollow and void where lies would act as fillers. But now? Mammon's hand in her, his presence by her side, and his colorful personality were all she would ever require to be reminded that she's still indeed a human being. 

"I can't believe I got so lucky... with you." 

Did Mammon know that he was her treasure? Her star in the night sky. No, he was her Sun. So bright, so brilliant, so warm.

[vellichorom]

you guys did NOT have to go THAT HARD on that second pic, FOR THE RECORD /DYING, WRITHING ABOUT IT

Magma with friends @indigo-art , @beartitled , @jaygrahamns , @vellichorom , @spamlets , @sad-ist , @braisedhoney , @tw1nkee28 , @xandyprojects

[chososdiscordkitten]

Synopsis: calling the jjk men good boy's for the first time ^-^

Includes: 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢, 𝐍𝐚𝐨𝐲𝐚, 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨, 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢, 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐧𝐨 >_< Content: GN!Reader, no explicit smut- mostly just soft stuffff, just one dick jump I think..? jjk men being simpppps

MDNI

Choso Kamo

The discovery that Choso liked praise was no surprise. If he had a tail, it would wag whenever you praised him; we know this. 

But finding out he liked this kind of praise- that’s what shocked you. 

It came out of your mouth so quickly. As though you had been calling Choso that more than you called him by his name. 

He was making dinner- pattering around the kitchen with your eyes following his every move. You found it endearing how he insisted he would cook, “All you need to do is sit pretty and wait.” he would demand. 

No objections coming from you, knowing if Choso didn’t cook- you would be eating takeout instead. 

And when he offered you a spoonful to see how it was tasting, you closed your eyes with a pleased hum. 

“Now there’s my good boy.” 

You swore it was instinct- like you couldn’t filter the words that left your lips. 

And as though time stood still- you opened your eyes with pinched brows, and your lips pulled to the side. 

The little glimmer that shined in his eyes was one you only see in wonderfilled children when they see a candy store. 

His cheeks blushed with a little smile forming at the corner of his lips, had his heart beat any faster in his chest you would have heard it. 

“I’m a..?” he whispered, looking at you and wanting to hear you repeat it. 

You got the hint he liked it from the moment you opened your eyes. Blinking innocently as his hand held the spoon tightly. “A good boy.” you smiled, trying to keep the embarrassed blush heating your cheeks at bay. 

“My good boy.” you reiterated, watching his cheeks become deeper pink.

Choso nodded- as though this was some standard compliment that didn’t make the appendage between his legs jump at the name. 

‘A good boy.’ he mouthed with a giddy smile as he continued making dinner. 

For sure this only drove him to keep showing his affection with acts of service- only to hear your lips call him by that little name. 

And you were happy to call him that if it meant he would keep looking at you with the same love drunk eyes. 

After that, he would do a favor to you- not expecting anything in return except the new found pet name he wanted to hear you say. 

So when he would bring you something you had asked for—the TV remote, a charger, or a snack on his way home—his heart would pound just waiting for the little name. 

His head would rest on your chest with your hands rubbing small circles on his back and the other playing with his hair. Intent eyes watching the film you had put on- as though you were able to feel the stiffness of his shoulders. Waiting for the name. 

You placed a kiss on his forehead, “My good boy.” you hummed against his skin- feeling him ease into your grasp with a soft exhale. 

Hiromi Higuruma

You were sitting in the apartment office, scanning documents with hazy eyes till your mouth suddenly felt very- very dry.

But then you remembered you had a perfectly able boyfriend sitting on the living room couches waiting for you to finish working. 

You picked up your phone- swiping through the useless apps and clicking on Hiromi’s contact- hearing his ringtone through the closed door before hearing the dial click. 

Taking on a slightly stern tone, “I’m only a few feet away from you-” he started, only for you to sigh dramatically. 

“I don’t think i've ever been so thirsty in my wholllleee life.” you sighed, pressing your forehead onto the desk and hearing a little chuckle rumble through the speaker. 

You could hear the smile in his words, “That so?” almost sarcastically. 

Humming a lazy ‘Mhm’ “How I wish I had a tall, strong, handsome boyfriend to bring me a glass of water wiiiittthhhh three- no. Four ice cubes.” You exhaled dramatically. 

Hearing another little chuckle, “If only.” he muttered, playing coy to your specific demand. 

You gave a frustrated exhale- “Hiromi, be a good boy and bring me a glass of water.” this time more demanding, no longer having the patience for his game of playing coy.

You furrowed your eyebrows- unable to comprehend just how tired you had to be to say that to him. The silence heard from the phone made your stomach fall. 

Hanging up the phone with a small curse. Wondering if you had crossed a line that hadn’t been drawn by either of you. 

You sat up and started working again- far too embarrassed to go out for your own glass of water and settling on the fact Higuruma wouldn’t bring you one. 

That was till you heard looming footsteps behind the door of the office, hearing the door knob jiggle and widening your eyes at the hundreds of scenarios that raced in your mind. 

There Hiromi stepped- casual as ever with a glass of water in his hand. Unbothered, and cool as a cucumber as he placed the glass on the desk with a little kiss on your forehead. 

This made you think the call was cut out at the perfect moment. 

You muttered a small ‘Thank you.’ still shy from the tired, unfiltered words that left your lips. Hiromi started walking out, his back facing you as he halted his steps at the door frame. 

“Honey?” he asked, not even bothering to turn around. “Did you call me a good boy?” Your heart plummeted to your stomach from the question as your cheeks started warming. 

You parted your lips to speak, watching his neck turn and peer back at you. “Depends..?” you squint your eyes, hearing a little laugh leave his lips. 

Irking his head, almost to urge you to finish. “On whether you liked it or not...?” you whispered, looking at his expression soften. 

His nose crinkled in the slightest- “I think I did.” he whispered back with a little crinkle formed on his nose. A nod from your warmed face in return, mindlessly accepting his confirmation and mouthing a soundless ‘ok.’ 

Turning around and taking a step out of the office and closing the door behind him. Knowing he would have to hear it a few more times to be sure he liked it or not. 

Naoya Zenin

Rare were the times when the want to call Naoya a good boy arose. 

He could be such a cunt sometimes- so the urge never really rumbled in your mind. 

But when he would be sweet- when his hands held a gentle touch when cleaning a scrape you got on your knee. Or when he would gently clasp your necklace on for you- knowing you wouldn’t be able to see. 

He would do those sweet things with a furrowed brow and a pouty lip- sure. But his hands showed his true feelings. How gentle they could be at times- that’s when the pet name would threaten to leave your lips. 

But when you would hold his head in your hands, looking at him like an idiot in love- “My good boy.” you murmered, watching a light grimace form on his face at the name.

“Good boy?” he asked, almost disgusted. 

You nodded your head- so sure that Naoya was as you said. “You’ve never called me that.” 

He was so used to the strange pet names you would call him just to get a rise out of him- and he was sure this one was no different. 

You shrugged, “You’re hardly ever a good boy. But when you are- I should tell you, shouldn’t I?” You murmured, being able to feel the warmth on his cheeks fill your palms- even if his expression said otherwise. 

“M’not a dog.” he muttered. 

“If you were- I would have trained you to be a good boy all the time by now.” 

That’s when Naoya pulled his face from your hands and looked away from you. Not wanting to continue the conversation, knowing his cheeks must be flushed by now. 

And the last thing he wanted was you on a power trip from making him blush. Especially from being called a good boy.

But when you started calling him that—Pavloving himself into thinking the little endorphins that would simmer in his brain would only happen if you called him that. And you only called him that when he was kind.

Naoya warmed to the name slowly- barely even grimacing at the callousness you’d say it with whenever he would be sweet. 

Unknowingly, he was being trained to be nice and polite with one ‘good boy’ at a time. 

Satoru Gojo

The times you would praise Gojo were always met with an, “I know.” smug and cocky in his actions to brush off your praise as just compliments. 

But the first time you ever spoke those words to him- a praise he had never heard before now, and eager to hear it again. 

Satoru had made a stupid comment about how you didn’t show your affections enough- “I’m deprived of kisses.” he murmured, complaining to you as though you didn’t spoil him rotten with your affections. 

And in retaliation, you denied him any kisses or hugs. Show him what deprivation really was. 

You were washing dishes, with a whiney Satoru behind you, his hands wrapped around your waist with his chin on your shoulder. “This has to be considered abuse!” another complaint as you denied his advances. 

“You said I was cold and negligent, so I’m showing you how cold and negligent I can be.” You smiled to yourself, turning off the faucet and drying your hands on a nearby towel. 

Hearing a stifled whine of desperation huff from his nose at your denial. “Jus’ gimme one kiss-” aiming his lips at your cheek only for you to pull away. 

Turning over to look at him- faces inches apart with his hands daring to tighten their grip on your waist. Tilting your head to the side with a snide smile. “Only good boys who don’t complain get kisses.” 

From how close he was- you could see the glimmer in his eyes become blinding at the pet name. 

His features going soft with parted lips- “I’m good-” he choked out, looking at you with goal-oriented eyes. “I’m soooo good-” he muttered, bordering on panicked from the idea that you didn’t think he was. 

Gojo’s hands gripped harshly at your hips. “Have you been a good boy?” you asked, almost sarcastically—as though you were speaking to a puppy. 

He nodded- eager to hear the new compliment leave your lips. Only you nodded ‘no.’

“I don’t think you have ‘toru.” you hummed, his lips coming closer to yours with a sad pout. As though the idea of him being good in your mind was the most important thing he needed to hear. 

He only placed his forehead onto the crook of your neck with a sad puff, your hand going up to his undercut, softly stroking the back of his neck in some feigned consoling. “Tell me i’ve been good.” he muttered quietly.

So spoiled from you caving with a little pout here or there. Practically putty in your hands as your other hand caressed the side of his face. 

Rolling your eyes with a playful sigh, “You’ve been good.” with a half-assed tone, only for Satoru to look at you with sad eyes. Expecting more than what you offered. 

Pressing a soft kiss onto his forehead and pulling away, “You’re a good boy.” you murmured, watching the light return to his eyes in sync with the little smile on his lips. 

Blinking rapidly as though he was trying to blind you, “My good boy.” and that’s when he got his fill for affection for the next few minutes. 

Then came the task of having to call him that whenever he wanted to hear it- looking at him with a displeased look, knowing you’ve created a monster that thrives on that special kind of praise only you could offer. 

Kento Nanami

We can all agree- Nanami is the one who deserves to be told he’s a good boy the most, right?

There were times when the urge blossomed in your mind- at the tip of your tongue and so close to calling him that pet name. But you never did. 

That was, until you got the guts to test the waters. 

Laying on your back, a few minutes before bed and unwinding while on your phone, and beside you; a hazy Kento that was waiting for you to turn off your side table lamp. Always waiting for you to get ready for bed before allowing himself to fall asleep. 

You let out a soft sigh before turning off your phone. Rolling onto your side with Nanami watching you from the side of his vision. Only this time you didn't reach for the little nob to turn your lamp off. 

You only stayed on your side with a pensive hum leaving your lips. “Scratch my back Ken,” you muttered, clearly tired with your eyes closed. 

Though you couldn’t see it- or hear it, you knew he had a little smile on his face as he shifted onto your side of the bed. A little shiver ran up your spine when his fingertips grazed the small of your back as he reached beneath your shirt. 

A satisfied sigh left your lips when his barely present nails started circling small scratches between your shoulder blades, your cheeks tingling from the words you dared say. “Such a good boy.” with a little smile on your lips, Nanami couldn’t see. 

Nanami didn’t fully process your mumbled words, only offering a hum in response as he kept up the gentle scratches. 

But when his brain started thinking about what you said- thinking if he misheard you. Slowing his hand with furrowed eyebrows, “Did you call me a-” he hesitated in what he thought he heard. 

“A ‘good boy’..?” bordering on a whisper from the nerves of being incorrect. 

Only the little ‘Mhm!’ that left your lips swatted those nerves away. “You’re such a good boy- always so nice to me.” you hummed, closing your eyes against the pillow with his hand still acting on your demand.

A pensive hum left his lips before slowly dragging his hand out of your shirt. You opened your eyes in dread, thinking he didn’t like it- only to hear him plop on his side of the bed with a throaty exhale. 

“Then be good and scratch my back.” he murmured, clearly too tired to process what he had just demanded- and the tone he used opened a whole other can of worms. But seeing as it was only fair- you did the same. 

Toji Zenin

He had been bugging you to finish your work for a while. Poking and prodding at you to stop working and pay attention to the film he put on to distract you. 

Toji had this thing where he pretended not to care- but you could see that it bothered him with every little side eye he made at you when you would stop typing for even a second. Hoping you were looking up at the TV instead of the screen on your lap. 

But every side eye he would make, Toji would find you still working. 

Going as far as nudging you with his elbow to mutter some bullshit lie he thought up on the spot. 

“M’hungry.” he muttered when you would look over at him. 

“Then eat.”

Only a few minutes of an action movie fight before another useless lure for conversation left his lips. 

“S’cold in here.” trying to bait any conversation he could think of. 

You scoffed, knowing exactly what game he was trying to play. “Get a blanket,” he quickly said, not even wanting to lose your train of thought. 

Then another, and another, and another. Till he finally spilled what he really wanted- “You don’t wanna go lay down or somethin-” with a pouty lip and furrowed eyebrows. You sighed and looked over at him.

“Or something?” sarcasm filled your tone as you looked back at the screen. 

Toji rolled his eyes with an exhale- another sassy trait he had learned from you. 

He parted his lips with an inhale. 

“Good boys wait politely, Toji.” you spat- pinched eyebrows and an avoidant gaze as he looked over to you. 

“When have I ever been polite.” he murmured- barely audible and in an annoyed tone. 

“When have you ever been a good boy?” you retorted, surprised he didn’t catch it the first time. 

He only let out a slight hum at your declaration. 

Toji didn’t really bring it up after that- and neither did you. As though the words hadn't processed in his brain till a week later. 

Looking at you across a metal table at an outdoor cafe- “Did you call me a good boy the other day?” almost with a little grimace on his expression. 

You pursed your lips- making Toji think you were going to deny it. 

“No. I said you’re never a good boy.” 

He only raised a brow at your proclamation- sucking his teeth with an inhale, “That’s not true- and you know it.” dismissing your words before taking a bite of the half sandwich you bought to share. 

Takuma Ino

One of the sweetest boys I can imagine. 

Always would he try to be as gentlemanly as he could- reminding himself that when it came to you, he would bend over backward had you asked. 

But there would be times when it would slip his mind entirely. 

Going shopping with him turned from just a quick pit stop- to an hour, then two hours. 

While ordering boba in line, your hands held shopping bags on each side. Ordering your own drink before Ino ordered his. 

He always found it offensive when you would even think of reaching for your wallet- so he would scoff infront of the cashier before tapping the chip of his card onto the little black screen. 

“How am I supposed to pay you back?” you muttered through clenched teeth, taking a few steps to the little wait area as they prepared the bubble drinks. 

He muttered something like ‘You don’t have to pay me back, what else am I here for.’ brushing you off with a little scoff. 

Ino didn't even notice the bags in your hands- his brain fried from how long you had been in the overcrowded mall. He only noticed when you moved the bags to one hand and shifted your stance slightly.

He looked over at you with a soft exhale- reaching for the bags, “Baby, don't tell me you don't have a ssssuuuuper strong boyfriend to hold these for you.” taking them from your hands and watching your expression soften. 

“What kinda boyfriend would let you walk around holding your own bags-” he scoffed, jokingly making fun of himself as you smiled warmly at him. 

Be it the general brain splitting headache you felt at that moment- or the heartmelting warmth you felt looking at him, “You're such a good boy.” you muttered- bordering on an illegable whisper, but Ino heard it. 

His eyes widened in the slightest and parted his lips at the name. “Me?” Ino whispered back, you only nodded ‘yes’ with tired eyes. Leaning in a little to you ear- too cautious for anyone to hear. “A good boy?” he whispered again. Watching the little smile on your lips widen with eager eyes. 

“The goodest boy.” you whispered with a smug tone- knowing he liked being praised in general. You knew he would like the little name. 

-

(a.n) does this count as smut? kinda a grey area me thinks. Didn't know how to tag it. (p.s) im so hungry rn and need to go spend wayyyy too much money on tile :(

[poorlemons]

michael with his noodly limbs and ferrets/weasels......for your consideration

youre so wise and your ideas are wonderfil. turns out I really wanted to draw him holding a bunch of ferrets.

[friedri-ce]

first off I LOVE UR ARTSFULE SO MUCH it is so wonderfilled and colorful and th way u draw v1 is aweom! number 2st how would v1/v2 look in charro suits... this has been plagueing my mind for ages ur opinion is requested

theyd surely look really fancy!!!!!

ALSO AHHGJG THANK YE AGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sleepycatmama]

I'm not a fan of peas in spaghetti sauce - although to be fair I haven't tried it.

I have tried his story. I liked the taste and I'm still chewing my way through chapters!

Hey Derin, I've been following your account for the shitposting for a while and I decided to read TTOU after the spaghetti sauce thread where someone compared your food crime of a sauce to your very normal spaceship. Your writing is very good. Much better than your recipes.

You heard it here first folks. Time to Orbit: Unknown. Better than my recipes.

[lizardsfromspace]

Do you ever get kind of interested in a subject where nothing weird has happened yet but you know something weird is going to happen?

Anyway, Lake Geneva, Wisconsin. It was originally a upscale resort community, and also still is: it's where rich people from Chicago kept their lake houses, and maybe still do. Its heyday was in the early to mid 20th century, where its status as a vacation destination was so set that Hugh Hefner even put the first ever "Playboy Resort" there. I haven't been there myself, so I may be wrong, but it doesn't give me, like, Pigeon Forge or Niagara Falls energy. The list of attractions online seems to be spas and parks and a few theaters.

But Lake Geneva is more famous now for its most famous son, Gary Gygax. Over the course frigid Wisconsin winters, he and several wargaming friends who didn't become famous developed tactical wargaming into the game Dungeons & Dragons in the early 1970s. He also began hosting a small gaming meetup in Lake Geneva, later called Gen Con, which outgrew the town by the late 1970s.

As I understand it, Lake Geneva didn't really embrace its status as the Birthplace of Dungeons and Dragons. When Gygax died, there were fan-funded tributes here and there, and fans created a new convention in his honor called Gary Con where they played games from his time at TSR, but D&D was still a niche hobby and not the thing you define a rich people resort town around.

Then, whoops, shows like Critical Role turned D&D into one of the most popular entertainment properties in the world! Now there's D&D-themed events popping up all over the place. Some of this is normal, like efforts to fund a more prominent memorial for Gary Gygax, and a Dragon Days Fantasy Festival. But some are going further. Because there are now at least two proposals to create immersive, D&D-themed LARP experiences in Lake Geneva, Wisconsin, population 8,227

One is a large themed restaurant/bar/wedding venue (?) called the Griffin and Gargoyle, which is supposedly opening in 2024, though all the art is concept art and they're still looking for investors.

The other one is Giantlands, the proposed theme park where the tickets will be NFTs, based on a game no one's heard of developed by the son of Gary Gygax by a company that legally can't call itself TSR anymore, but tried anyway before rebranding as Wonderfilled, and who also tried to make old Gygax games even more racist? I can't even begin to explain this. I think they got dunked on years ago but they were still hyping up its Lake Geneva theme park that's definitely going to exist this week (this is from August 11th)

What's incredible to me here is that they're boasting that their LARP theme park will be from the makers of Evermore Park. Nothing says quality in immersive fantasy roleplaying parks like someone whose main claim to fame is making that other one that failed. Wonder how many real tombstones and haunted dolls they'll buy this time. And this one appears to have fighting arena

I seriously doubt these are the only two pitches. Everyone with too much money and a love for theme parks feels the little voice in their head saying they can do the Star Wars Hotel right. I think what gets me here is, nobody would put anything like this in Lake Geneva otherwise. It's small, it's located in Wisconsin so it'd have to be seasonal, and it's less than two hours away from Wisconsin Dells - an entire town of kitschy roadside attractions - and even closer to Chicago, which is Chicago. Its tourism niche is beaches and homes around a scenic lake. The only reason to place anything there would be to honor Gary Gygax, and uh, I don't think the younger people who got into D&D with 5E really care about him, or even necessarily know who he is. Gary Con and most Gygax-themed events are for old-school gamers, not the Critical Role crowd. And they especially don't care about whatever Giantlands is. Giantlands as a game is so old-school there isn't even a PDF of the book, it's physical only. They want to build a full theme park around a game you can't even buy on DrivethruRPG. Anyway I hope all this open bc it would be funny

[cur-vy]

[itzpris15634]

Day 5: Carriage Rides

Yeah, so uh- sorry in advance if you were expecting another LPS fic. Today, I write a Time Princess fic. This one specifically is for Queen Marie :)

Kinda sad that I can't fully romance my literal husband in the story, but if I go down the Revolution Route… well, what can he do? I still love him though.

Takes place after 2-8 ending/s. Don't take any of this as real history, obviously.

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With a hand on her waist guiding the way, Marie Antoinette let her husband lead her into the palace gardens. Usually, she'd be greeted to the sight of bright and beautiful flowers. However, she deprived of her sight by the cloth wrapped over her eyes. To keep the surprise hidden until the right moment. Marie What could it be?

Despite her lack of vision, she was familiar enough with all of Versaille's passageways that she was able to guess where they were heading. A right turn there, keep going forward, another turn…

The two of them halted. If Marie was right, they were standing at the front gate of the palace.

She felt the warm hand leave her waist, as it moved up to the back of her hair to untie the blindfold.

"One, two…" The blindfold loosened, and Marie was granted her sight again, "…and, surprise!"

She blinked a few times to adjust to the sunlight, but once she did, she squealed when she realized what was in front of her.

"Oh, my! Is this a new carriage?"

"Indeed!" Louis smiled, "Well… In a sense? It's not fully new."

"How so?"

"I simply had one of the older ones fixed up and repainted, actually. And in flowers, of your favorite colors…"

"Oh, Auguste!" Marie gave her husband a quick peck on the cheek, "That's lovely! Thank you, so so much."

"I'm glad," He turned a bright shade of red, from her kiss and her words, "I mean, you've been working so hard on the reforms-"

"We, Auguste," Marie corrected him, grasping his hands in her own, "Don't deny your own efforts. It was a team effort, for sure- the nobles, the ministers, and me- but you are the King, for crying out loud! You've done so much as well."

"Of course, of course," He chuckled, "Either way, I think it wouldn't hurt to treat ourselves to one luxury, at least."

Louis lead Marie closer to the carriage. The footman, already waiting and prepared, opened the carriage door for them.

"How do you feel about a quick ride through the country?"

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A near decade of marriage, and it was only recently that Louis really started falling for Marie

He watched her with awe, studying her wonderfilled expressions as they passed by several sights. The architecture, the people and community- they seemed so much livelier and happier. She seemed so proud and happy of

The change in her attitude had been so sudden. Her parties weren't as frequent as they were, as did her spending and the amount of so. Not to mention how much jewelry she sold off. And the new relationships she started building. She started showing interest in his lock skills. It was almost as if she were a whole new person.

It happened in such quick succession. But it was not so unwelcome.

The couple paid a few visits to several people, nobles and commoners alike. They learned much about the goings on outside of Versailles- information that could prove useful later, given that they should take the public's account and opinions on matters.

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On the way back to Versailles, the carriage passed by a convent.

It'd just be another part of the trip to him, but he was alarmed when he noticed Marie started tearing up a little.

He reached out his hand to her, "Marie? Are you-"

"It's… it's nothing! I promise," Marie shook her head, trying to hide her tears with her handkerchief "Sad memories is all…"

A convent? What memories could Marie possibly have…

Understanding clicked.

Duchess Polignac.

Progress was indeed made. Nobles paid taxes, and it lifted the burden off the commoners. But there were also the nobles in debt and struggling. Or the ones that outright refused to pay.

Louis had no strong feelings against Marie's best friend. She seemed to keep Marie happy with her company and gifts. He would no way suspect Duchess Polignac of any ill-will against the reforms. Her husband, however…

The whole family had to be punished, even if some more severely than others. One such punishment included being sent to spend the rest of their days a convent…

Sacrifices had to be made for such big changes.

Louis brought Marie into his arms. He'd occasionally note the slight sniffling in her breathing, but wouldn't mention it.

She fell asleep, leaning on him. And by the Lord's name, was it such a beautiful sight.

God bless him for such a wife.

He planted a kiss to her forehead, slow and gentle in his movements as to not disturb her.

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hhhh think i kinda lost steam on the last part but i think its fineeeeeee

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STENNY WEEK!!! (old art)

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spot of hand quilting this morning while baby slept in (!!). using 12wt 'spaghetti' wonderfil thread for very big stitches.

looking at this picture I feel a little self conscious at how big and uneven the stitches are. my first two quilts used traditional hand quilting with thin thread and stitches as tiny as I could make them. For this quilt (and for my mother's) I chose to do big stitch quilting as I'm trying to knock them out by christmas and hoping the large stitches go faster. so far it does seem pretty fast but I'm missing the aesthetic of teeny tiny thread and stitches! but I do still think the big chunky stitches are fun. and also the only way you consistently get even stitches, in my experience, is by sewing lots and uneven ones until your hands sort it out for you.

I'm doing this echo-y design in the middle of each of the stars and then will do vertical lines between the stars. excited to see the quilting as it grows over the whole quilt!