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my brother was watching The Goldbergs and while I was in the room I hear Beverley say “who in their right mind would move to northern California!?”
The way I slowly turned to look at my dad and he was instantly defending himself.
#I was 20! I needed to go to college where I wouldnt be going back home every week! i didn't know I was gonna have kids and never leave!#yes dad I love you#sorry I existed and you could never escape /j#Zap rambles#all /pos by the way it was a sweet little family moment
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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 1x03 - Art of the Swoon
Welcome back, Gentle Readers, to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!
For previous issues, follow tag : The Lady Whistledown Papers
So... are you guys excited for this one? Because there's so much I can't even contain myself. No, I'm kidding. This episode might win for most boring Polin episode, and yes, I'm including 2x01, which doesn't even have Colin in it.
Letters
We open with Pen looking very anxiously out a window. What is she looking at? Is it Colin? Are the Bridgertons being bold in broad daylight again?? No, she's just waiting for the mail.
She is super cute when she finds there aren't any letters for Marina and she throws her little hands up in the air exasperated.
Marina is growing depressed waiting to hear from her love, George. But Penelope is full of hope and optimism. She is so into what's going on with Marina. The romantic in her is thrilled with all this letter writing (hmmm, wonder if that'll come back) and she's encouraging Marina not to give up hope.
She is so smiley and engaged while talking to Marina. This is a real, live love story happening in front of her, that she gets to engage with, and she gets to help out with. It's fun for her, being on the outside of it, like reading one of her stories.
And, I mean, the fact that Colin is one of Marina's suitors just isn't even a factor yet. Pen genuinely cares for Marina, and cares for wanting this love story to play out into a happily ever after.
The romanticism really becomes apparent when she suggests that maybe the reason George isn't writing is that he's on his way back to her that very moment. It's sweet, and a little naive, but Pen really just wants Marina to be happy and in love. Just like Pen wants it for herself. But Pen saves only her cynicism for herself.
Portia barges in right then and scolds her for spending time with Marina. The way Nicola Coughlan stomps her foot and throws a tantrum like a child is really quite brilliant. It adds to the fact that Season 1 Penelope is very much still a child in a lot of ways.
Drawing Room
Colin is looking for food -- take a shot!
Okay, so this shot is really kind of cool when you look at it. And I mean, indulge me, there's barely any Colin in this episode...
I love the blocking of it, as you can see so much characterization of the family just from this single shot. Daphne is sitting tall and really center, as she is the main character. Violet is in her 'mother' chair doing sewing. Anthony is off to the side, reading the paper, drinking tea, being very much a father-ish figure. Benedict, seated low, carefree and more irresponsible than his somewhat more serious-minded brother. Eloise is there, reading indignantly. Hyacinth and Gregory are on the floor playing, much like Pen was in the first episode, signifying their youth and childishness.
And then there's Colin. Just... kind of there. Because it's a family scene. A blank slate ready to be written on. He's watching his younger siblings, but not really there with them anymore. But he's not yet fully in the adult world of Anthony, Benedict, or Daphne.
But it's interesting (and important?) that he's sitting next to Violet here. Because while Colin doesn't say a thing here, Violet's words Daphne are incredibly important. She tells Daphne that it's integral that she should marry her dearest friend. And that love is simple when you're in love with your dearest friend. And Colin is sitting right there! The message is one that I'm sure Violet hammers into her children all the time, though Colin is definitely going to be one to internalize it pretty deeply.
The Prince
[Just an aside, the scene where Daphne snorts at the prince and where Daphne and Anthony have no idea how to heat up milk are really two nice moments in this episode.]
Just Portia Featherington whoring out her daughters to the Prince, and little Penelope falling behind and getting pushed out because who would take her seriously as a contender? But there's Lady Whistledown gossip narrating this moment, and while it's mostly expositional, it's also telling that while Pen can't be front and center, she's still very there and aware.
Somerset House
Just in case you were wondering - Colin is in this scene! Being amused that Violet is trying to get Anthony to find a wife.
I love that he and Benedict have a good laugh over it (I have a mind to think that Colin and Benedict are always having a laugh about Anthony) -- until Violet literally pushes them out into society as well.
Hey, they cut from Colin over to Penelope. Cute.
So, I'm always happy when we get a scene where Eloise and Penelope seem to be on the same page. And this small moment of them looking at the art, critiquing it in a modern way, is super fun. They do both share the viewpoint that women should be more than the objects men think of them as. And they laugh about it here, but it's really quite profound.
Pen's attention strays, though, when Marina calls out for her help.
Portia is trying to set Marina up with some old bachelor, and Penelope swoops in to interrupt. See, and that's the thing. Penelope does have a big heart. She loves love and she wants Marina to be happy with George, and not stuck marrying some old guy where love wouldn't bloom. So she intervenes. And of course, Portia tries to push back against her. Penelope doesn't have much power (as herself) but just the act of cutting in is enough to disrupt the encounter.
Portia calls Penelope a 'meddlesome little wench'. Which is really quite horrible of a mother to call her daughter. But I will say there's truth the the meddlesome part. She does like to be meddlesome, and even the LW persona speaks to that.
Some time later, Cressida is going to fake a swoon so the Prince can catch her. And look who has a front row seat to that. I love that Eloise is like - wtf, while Penelope is openly laughing at her. Should note that this won't be the only time Cressida pulls this kind of stunt.
Letters II
Twenty minutes of screen time later, and Penelope's still waiting by the window, staving off suitors as she waits for her husband to come back from going to war and being lost at sea...
No. Sorry. That's the plot of The Odyssey. We will be coming back to that, though...
Penelope's still waiting for letters to bring up to Marina, but her enthusiasm waning.
She's so excited when she sees the letter from George!
Which makes me wonder - does she always intercept the mail? I love that the servants mostly do not care. Also, no one knows she's writing to Colin between seasons, so she must be diligent about mail time.
She is so ready to hear what George has written to Marina. It makes me wonder - has Marina let Pen read all her letters? Or has Marina only shared what was in them? And did Pen help Marina write him back? It's clear that Pen's living a little vicariously through Marina in this moment. And it's just as devastating to her when they find out that George (seemingly) has rejected Marina.
This is really a key moment in that it sets up Marina's trajectory for the rest of the season. Her heartbreak and her fear (enhanced because earlier in the episode - Portia threatened Marina with living like a beggar on the streets) are what lead her to do what she feels is best and safest for her future.
But Penelope is just confused. This is not how romance stories work. He isn't supposed to reject her. He's supposed to come rescue her and her child and they all live happily ever after. It's like she can't quite comprehend what is going on.
Of course, we learn next that this is a fake letter brought on by Portia (and Varley) ever the villain.
The Diamond
Back in the main plot, Daphne is bringing her a-game hotness as a way to get back at Simon for being a jerk. And... once again, Penelope has a front row seat to it. It's interesting how she manages to get into frame a bunch of times, to show that she is aware and paying attention to what's going on.
It is kind of funny that the LW narration kicks into gear, having lots of critiques over Daphne and Simon's love story -- when Penelope, never even speaks of it as herself. I'll have to keep notice as to whether or not Penelope ever brings up Daphne or Simon as herself.
This moment I find a little interesting though. Everyone's attention is on Daphne and the Prince, but Penelope is watching Simon. It's another love story that Pen doesn't quite understand. They seemed so together just a short while ago, and not a sudden shift in events. And Pen is once again perplexed by love and all its confounding complexities.
Alright, on to more interesting things -- the next episode actually has a Polin scene in it. A thing rarer in this season than actual diamonds. (Maybe, idk. I'm not really counting.) ;)
#bridgerton#polin#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#penelope bridgerton#colin x penelope#polination#the lady whistledown papers
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HIIIII I LOVE YOUR WORK SM THEY MAKE ME CLAW AT THE WALLSSS (they make my pinoy heart SING so tysm for writing these 💥💥💥)
ANYWAYS Can i request a Hobie Brown x Filipino!Reader, where she brings him to like a family gathering (Maybe like a Manny Pacquiao party) And he’s like having the time of his life- like he has a plate full of food, jamming out to karaoke with his guitar, and like he’s playing with the Readers little cousin and he’s like spinning them around on his arms they’re calling him “Kuya Hobie”?
TYSM 🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽
HELLO PO, omg i'm so happy to hear that <:DD aLSO THIS IDEA IS SO CUTE WAIT...... ik i said i'd be on a break but this request was too cute NOT to do >:))
(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)
kuya hobie brown
your family absolutely loves hobie, he's practically a part of the family now. they love how carefree and loving he is, and the adults love how well he respects your elders--doing the "mano po" whenever you introduce him to someone older, but always remaining friendly with whoever he's talking to. towards your cousins, he's their role model; he doesn't blindly obey what he's told, and will make his own way if he has to. in short, hobie gets along with all of your family, and you couldn't be any happier that he does.
"i cannot emphasize how chaotic your family is," hobie tells you as he wraps your hands in his own. he turns to you, grinning widely, and with his other hand, he brings it up to caress your cheek. "this might sound really crazy, but i feel at home here." he said as he leans in close to press a kiss on your forehead. you giggled at his show of affection, and you could've sworn a couple of your titas saw you two, pointed, smiled and started giggling and whispering to each other. one had their phone out, ready to take a picture of the next sweet moment you two would share, but you took hobie by the hand and got out of the adult's area and to the kids' area, where no one would bother you two.
"pasensya na, ha, my family is chaotic, though... a little nosy." you admitted with a bashful and awkward giggle. hobie grinned, he held you close as you two walked over to the living room, where your younger cousins were playing video games and with toys, and as always, screaming.
"i've dealt with nosies a lot of the time, i do like your family, still. and you already know i love you a whole bunch." he beamed as he kissed your cheek, which caused you to break out into a wide smile. your younger cousins witness hobie kiss you, and immediately, every single one of them squealed and screamed. they teased you two in the classic, elementary style tease, "they're sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" they'd exclaim, and you'd threaten to change the wifi password on them if they kept doing that. hobie was still very happy to hang out with you and your younger cousins, they were a delight to him.
he already had experience babysitting mayday, so he knew all the right and effective tactics to use to entertain these kids. you watched as he went over to a couple of your younger cousins who were playing with action figures and dolls, and he asked them if they've ever seen an action figure of the coolest spider man in existence. they claim they have, but hobie told them that's impossible, because, "i am the only one in the whole multiverse who has him." he said with a smirk as he showed the kids his handmade figurine of himself, which you looked at in awe.
the kids flocked together to see the figurine of him, and when they told him they've never seen this spider man before, he chuckles, and tells them, "oh, you haven't?" you have to hit him lightly on the arm to get him to stop while he's ahead. "delulu kasi yang kuya hobie ninyo, akala niya siya si gagamboy." you joked, to which he responds by playing with his figurine and telling you he'll save you from the killjoy monster that's about to eat you up!
the kids really loved hobie, they insisted on doing karaoke, and though hobie wasn't very excellent at the singing, you took over that department for him, with him playing the guitar. the kids loved your performance together, and he even taught them how to play basic chords. as the day was ending and a lot of your younger cousins had to go, one of them in particular ran up to hobie as their parents were reminding them it was time to go.
"oh," hobie would say in surprise as the kid ran up to him and hugged him, "mamimiss ko po kayo, kuya hobie." they'd say as hobie would hug them back. "aww, i'll miss you two, little fella." he replied. "can we do it again, po?" they'd ask hobie, and before you could ask what 'it' was, hobie agreed. "alright, here we go!" he'd exclaim as the kid placed their feet on his, with hobie holding the kid's arms tightly, spinning them around and around with his heels as they giggled.
you wasted no time and grabbed your phone to film this beautiful moment, your younger cousin kept giggling and calling hobie their 'kuya', to which hobie's smile grew wider and wider. you smiled just as wide to yourself as you stopped filming and encouraged your younger cousin to go home after the probably thirtieth goodbye.
"they really do love you, hobes." you said as you took his arm in your own. "and i really love them, too. they're so sweet, and you... really have a soft spot for them too, don't you?" he asked you with a teasing smile. "well... i'm their older cousin, of course i do. kahit na lalamunin na ako ng KJ monster... you save them and me from it, aking gagamboy." you teased him as he kissed your nose, wishing he could be with you and your family, seeing your younger cousins' happy smiles every day.
a/n: AKING MINAMAHAL NA KUYA HOBIE 🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶 I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD, i wanted to write more about it kaso i wanted to emphasize how sweet hobie would be with the kids, LIKEEEE, HE IS THE BEST KUYA EVER
#hobie brown#hobie brown x filipino reader#hobie brown x you#atsv x filipino reader#hobie brown x reader#hobie brown x y/n#hobie brown fluff#atsv#atsv x reader#atsv x you#atsv x y/n#atsv imagines
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Lisel & Po by Lauren Oliver
Liesl lives in a tiny attic bedroom, locked away by her cruel stepmother. Her only friends are the shadows and the mice,until one night a ghost appears from the darkness. It is Po, who comes from the Other Side. Both Liesl and Po are lonely, but together they are less alone.
That same night, an alchemist's apprentice, Will, bungles an important delivery. He accidentally switches a box containing the most powerful magic in the world with one containing something decidedly less remarkable.
Will's mistake has tremendous consequences for Liesl and Po, and it draws the three of them together on an extraordinary journey.
Red Planet by Robert A. Heinlein
Jim Marlow and his strange-looking Martian friend Willis were allowed to travel only so far. But one day Willis unwittingly tuned into a treacherous plot that threatened all the colonists on Mars, and it set Jim off on a terrfying adventure that could save--or destroy--them all!
The Secret Seven by Enid Blyton
It's their very first adventure and the Secret Seven super-sleuths are already on the trail of a mystery! The gang are dressed in disguise, following a lead to a spooky old house in the snow...
Adam of the Road by Elizabeth Janet Gray
"A road's a kind of holy thing," said Roger the Minstrel to his son, Adam. "That's why it's a good work to keep a road in repair, like giving alms to the poor or tending the sick. It's open to the sun and wind and rain. It brings all kinds of people and all parts of England together. And it's home to a minstrel, even though he may happen to be sleeping in a castle."
And Adam, though only eleven, was to remember his father's words when his beloved dog, Nick, was stolen and Roger had disappeared and he found himself traveling alone along these same great roads, searching the fairs and market towns for his father and his dog.
The Squire's Tales by Gerald Morris
Life for the young orphan Terence has been peaceful, living with Trevisant, the old Hermit in a quiet, isolated wood.
That is, until the day a strange green sprite leads him to Gawain, King Arthur's nephew, who is on his way to Camelot hoping to be knighted. Trevisant can see the future and knows that Terence must leave to serve as Gawain's squire. From that moment on, Terence's life is filled with heart-stopping adventure as he helps damsels-in-distress, fights battles with devious men, and protects King Arthur from his many enemies.
Along the way, Terence is amazed at his skills and new-found magical abilities. Were these a gift from his unknown parents? As Gawain continues his quest for knighthood, Terence searches for answers to the riddles in his own past.
The Seventh Tower by Garth Nix
Tal has lived his whole life in darkness. He has never left his home, a mysterious castle of seven towers. He does not see the threat that will tear apart his family and his world. But Tal cannot stay safe forever. When danger strikes, he must desperately climb the Red Tower to steal a Sunstone. He reaches the top... ...and then he falls into a strange and unknown world of warriors, ice ships, and hidden magic. There Tal makes an enemy who will save his life and holds the key to his future.
The Children of Green Knowe by Lucy M. Boston
There are three children: Toby, who rides the majestic horse Feste; his mischievous little sister, Linnet; and their brother, Alexander, who plays the flute. The children warmly welcome Tolly to Green Knowe... even though they've been dead for centuries.
But that's how everything is at Green Knowe. The ancient manor hides as many stories as it does dusty old rooms.
And the master of the house is great-grandmother Oldknow, whose storytelling mixes present and past with the oldest magic in the world.
Sweet Valley High by Francine Pascal
Elizabeth and Jessica Wakefield are identical twins at Sweet Valley High. They're both popular, smart, and gorgeous, but that's where the similarity ends. Elizabeth is friendly, outgoing, and sincere—nothing like her snobbish and conniving twin. Jessica gets what she wants—at school, with friends, and especially with boys.
This time, Jessica has set her sights on Todd Wilkins, the handsome star of the basketball team—the one boy that Elizabeth really likes. Elizabeth doesn't want to lose him, but what Jessica wants, Jessica usually gets ... even if it ends up hurting her sister.
City Spies by James Ponti
Sara Martinez is a hacker. She recently broke into the New York City foster care system to expose her foster parents as cheats and lawbreakers. However, instead of being hailed as a hero, Sara finds herself facing years in a juvenile detention facility and banned from using computers for the same stretch of time. Enter Mother, a British spy who not only gets Sara released from jail but also offers her a chance to make a home for herself within a secret MI6 agency.
Operating out of a base in Scotland, the City Spies are five kids from various parts of the world. When they’re not attending the local boarding school, they’re honing their unique skills, such as sleight of hand, breaking and entering, observation, and explosives. All of these allow them to go places in the world of espionage where adults can’t.
Before she knows what she’s doing, Sarah is heading to Paris for an international youth summit, hacking into a rival school’s computer to prevent them from winning a million euros, dangling thirty feet off the side of a building, and trying to stop a villain…all while navigating the complex dynamics of her new team.
No one said saving the world was easy…
Carrie's War by Nina Bawden
Albert, Carrie and young Nick are war-time evacuees whose lives get so tangled up with the people they've come to live among that the war and their real families seem to belong to another world. Carrie and Nick are billeted in Wales with old Mr Evans, who is so mean and cold, and his timid mouse of a sister, Lou, who suddenly starts having secrets.
Their friend Albert is luckier, living in Druid's Bottom with warm-hearted Hepzibah Green and the strange Mister Johnny, who can talk to animals but not to human beings. Carrie and Nick visit him there whenever they can for Hepzibah makes life exciting and enticing with her stories and delicious cooking. Gradually they begin to feel more at ease in their war-time home, but then, in trying to heal the rift between Mr Evans and his estranged sister, and save Druid's Bottom, Carrie does a terrible thing which is to haunt her for years to come.
#best childhood book#poll#liesl and po#red planet#the secret seven#adam of the road#the squire's tales#the seventh tower#the children of green knowe#sweet valley high#city spies#carrie's war
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Take all the time you need hun! I don’t wanna make you feel rushed or anything, life is always busy 💞💞💞
What song are you fixated on at the moment? What lyric or verse, and why?
Both Over & Over by Rio Romeo and Again&Again by The Bird and the Bee, those two songs have been stuck in my head recently, it fits this fear I have in my mind that I’m never truly growing or I’m never actually gonna leave where I am, that I’ll always fall victim to habit and paranoia 💃🏽 also I just ADORE my meloncholy depressing songs lol but that’s not very heehee haha of me soooo Spider Web by Melanie Martinez bc it has the sound of a Coqui in it (I’m Puerto Rican) or River is a Vampire by Bear Ghost and Dan ET bc it’s just the vampiric version of that one meme “How you do my fellow kids” and it kills me
• What is your Enneagram type?
I think I’m a type 4? but I do know I’m an ENFP!
• Do you love gargantuan Youtube video essays, and if so, which is your favorite and why?
God I haven’t watched a video essay in AGES but I used to love them, but idk what gargantuan is </3 but I typically like video essays about internet history or crime cases, or of shows I enjoy (like MLP)
• Tell me about your childhood imaginary friend.
SHE WAS A CHEETAH WHO WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR ME NO MATTER WHAT!!! I would pet her, talk to her, and she’d keep me company when everyone would isolate me/avoid me bc I was ‘too weird’. She was just a big ass cat that would keep me company and run by the cars side to make sure I and my family was safe. She protected me 💞 (thank you for making me remember her 🥹)
• What is your go-to way to fall asleep?
Getting on call with my partner, I’m rather clingy and just wanna spend time with them even if it’s just silence or sleepy rambling, it also keeps me from doom scrolling. If not on call with them I’ll put on RSlash or Gavin’s/Davids sleep aid and hope that knocks me out (and if not that a ba LMFAO-) also if I have Lavender, I put it under/rub it all over my pillow and plushies
• If you had to change your name, what would it be, and why? (In tandem, if you have changed your name, why did you pick that one?)
Im genderfluid/gendervoid so I’ve tried many names, I do like my birth name, it means Loyal Protector/Pledge, so I wanted to find names that mean loyalty or music related names, but one name I’ve been using recently is Quincy, it feels nice sometimes, my partner suggested it to me.
• What is your favorite of Redacted's audios, and why?
Sam’s cuddles and confessions, it’s nice and comforting. That or Cataclysm in general, I fucking LOVE Cataclysm, I love relistening to it. Also any audio that involves Caelum I love that boy dearly
• What Redacted boy holds no appeal to you, and why? Like, not the one you hate but the one who you don't get the hype for. (I won't judge, I promise.)
Aaron and Vincent. Despite me being a huge vampire lover, Vincent just did not catch my attention at all, Aaron just doesn’t peak my fancy aside from one of his BA’s. Also same thing for Porter, he kinda bores me 😔
• Tell me about that one book/movie/tv show you know all the words to.
When I was a little kid, it was the live action 102 Dalmatians, I KNEW THAT MOVIE LIKE THE BACK OF MY HAND!!! I FUCKING LOVED WATCHING CRUELLA BEING BAKED INTO A CAKE BY ALL THOSE DOGS. Also Oddball my beloved 💞💞💞 the sweet baby puppy, I just understood the pup for feeling like and odd one out as a grew up, I haven’t seen the movie in years now but it still holds such a special place in my heart. Now as an adult my two favorite shows are The Promised Neverland(only season 1, I’m reading the manga) and Madoka Magica. I love rewatching TPN, but Madoka I have to mentally prepare myself for cause good lord does it make me feel like I never took anti-depressants/pos and then a movie I love now, A Silent Voice. I think I do know that one scene for scene. As a kid who grew up being bullied for being different or just not doing things right, I felt strongly for the main characters. I’ve cried almost every single time I’ve watched the movie. The part where one of the characters jumped off the balcony kills me every time because it reminds me how that could’ve been me from the fresh ages of 9-16 and almost was. It just holds a special spot in my heart and helps me keep going. (I adore my sad heart wrenching shit lmfao)
• Which Redacted boy are you platonically attracted to? Like- forget dating, which dude do you want to be your best friend?
Asher and Guy, those two would be so much fun to be friends with, also with the fact I’m so similar to them, especially Asher, bro is just like me fr 💀💀💀 collars and all. Like I just wanna be that man’s friend he is so silly
• Do you have a go-to thing you ramble about when you're tired, and if so, what is it? (For example, my boyfriend knows I'm ready to sleep when | start talking about space.)
As cheesy as it is, the fact I just want everyone in the world to be okay and happy, I want us all to hold hands, hug, and not hurt. I cry during these rambles sometimes, I genuinely just want everyone to be safe and happy and it tears me up inside and out bc that’s just not possible with the world we live in. That or I just start rambling nonsense lmfao (bonus is if I start rambling about how much I love and care about the person I’m talking to)
• Tell me your go-to gas station and drink combo.
Root beer and either Hot Cheetos/Cheesy Ruffles, or spicy chicken cheese sticks, meow I’m eating the shit out of that. (But if we have the money for it, Icys specifically cherry cause it’s objectively the best flavor next to Pinacolada)
• Tell me about your favorite playlist at the moment.
Like music playlist? Currently my fave has to be either my Alexis, Quinn, or my Darlin and Quinn playlists, I love my evil people playlists and songs that represent fucked up mindsets and relationships. That or my Melancholy Comfort playlist, I enjoy my meloncholy songs.
Redacted playlist tho? Either Sam, Vega, or Caelum, Sam holds a very special place in my heart, he’s incredibly comforting and ngl I miss the less sexual audios from his earlier era. Vega just drives me feral with every new piece of info we learn, GOD I FUCKING LOVE THAT ANCIENT MAN AND THE LORE HE DROPS!!! And then Caelum’s playlist holds a special place in my heart since that was the only playlist I could listen to after finding out I was cheated on/the other woman. Helped me out a lot for about 2 months 💞
• What's your guilty pleasure media, and why?
Those shitty werewolf romance things you see on tiktok, GOD I get so fucking invested in those they’re so needlessly interesting LMFAO idc they’re cringe, I’m cringe too stfu
• And whatever else you think tells me about who you are!
I’m a huge performer! I love singing, dancing, acting, especially singing and dancing. I LIVE for the stage and positive attention, I just wanna make people smile or make people feel scene when I preform. Hopefully one day I can be famous and truly fulfill that dream of mine. I also feel emotions strongly and spent my entire childhood from middle school and up studying psychology and human behavior. Also I absolutely HATE fake people, I can’t stand when people are fake, I try to be a safe person for everyone to truly be themselves cause lord knows I always hated having to put on a mask growing up/being isolated because I didn’t fit in lmfao.
I forgot to click on anon sorry-
I adore this entry- not only did you give me so much information to work with but you’ve given me an opportunity to pair you with Lasko which I love to do.
He’s such a character in need of love, and I think you’re a perfect person to love him and be loved in return for so many reasons. He’d be an introvert to your extrovert which is always an adorable couple dynamic. You’ve mentioned a past characterized by isolation and feeling other; Lasko is uniquely situated to understand and empathize with that. You prefer true, genuine people, and Lasko is so incredibly (albeit apologetically) himself and probably incapable of being anything else.
One of the most fun activities I think you and Lasko would do together is watch anime. I like to think he’s already a fan, mostly of adventure and isekai, with some cheesy shoujo faves he’s so bashful about liking. You show him A Silent Voice, which isn’t his usual genre, and you two cry together. Another fun thing is how you’ll perform and Lasko will be in the front row every time, cheering you on. He brings you a mismatched bouquet and rambles about how he couldn’t pick a dozen of one flower, so he got a little of them all.
Song:
Cause lately it's been hard/ They're sellin' me for parts/ And I don't wanna be modern art/ But I only got half a heart to give to you/ How can you miss someone you've never seen?/ Oh, tell me, are your eyes brown, blue, or green?/ And do you like it with sugar and cream?/ Or do you take it straight, oh, just like me?
You like melancholy songs; I can provide. This is one of my favorite pining songs, and it makes me think of a young Lasko (and maybe a young you) longing for connection, love, understanding, that one person who will make the love songs finally make sense. It makes me picture Lasko just waiting for you, you know?
Runner-ups:
On the total opposite of the pairing spectrum, Hudson is one of your runner-ups because he’d be such a good match to you as a performer. I personally can’t imagine a better hype man than Hudson. I’m also picking David as a runner-up for you, because I think you two would contrast each other really cutely, in a maybe golden retriever/german shepherd way.
Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌
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Mornings at the beach
@sasumimo
🫧🍉🩳 (bubbles, watermelon, swim trunks)
Fun fact, this is inspired by a really treasured childhood memory I have <3 my heart is so warm after writing this out now
Lan Wangji feels inexplicably emotional as he bites into his triangle-shaped piece of watermelon, the silly mermaid tooth pick lodged in it for decoration nearly making him lose it.
But he swallows back his tears and decides to focus on the fresh flavor of the fruit instead - he knows this isn't a place for tears. He's not even sad! In fact, he feels the opposite - he's so happy it threatens to burst out of him.
Wei Ying and A-Yuan chase one another on the sea shore, blowing soap bubbles at each other, laughing so loudly that the grumpy old ladies trying to tan in the morning sun glare at them. They're wearing matching swim trunks, blue with these cartoon sharks on them, and Lan Wangji almost wishes he had a pair too.
They just didn't have it in his size. Oh well, there have to be downsides to everything.
Lan Wangji watches them, and his heart is so full he feels as though love is ready to spill out of him at any second. He's only ever used to dream of moments like these - soft, domestic, simple, a life so loving and so uncomplicated, beautifully mundane.
His life, Wei Ying's life, even A-Yuan's life - neither have had the luxury of "simple". There has always been something, someone standing a way, some cruel turn of fate that stole their dreams from right under their fingertips. For a while, Lan Wangji thought happiness to be impossible, an unattainable goal.
But now, he looks on at his family playing on the seashore, and he knows he has attempted the impossible with them and reached it. It's a feeling that cannot be described unless you've felt it, a mix of peace, safety, comfort and purpose, a beautiful amalgamation of all that is good in the world.
Lan Wangji quickly dries his eyes so that neither Wei Ying, nor their son notice how they're a bit shinier than usual - and busies himself with preparing snacks. He' s packed a large picnic basket full goodies before they left their beach house this morning - watermelon, strawberries, pineapple, an assortment of sweets, some sandwiches and, of course, plenty of water and alcohol for Wei Ying.
It's a bit of a struggle keeping everything cool now that their cooler has decided to refuse to do its job, but Lan Wangji is a resourceful man, and so everything is still fresh and ice cold. He doubts any of the foods and drinks will last long enough to get hot anyway - his family gets very hungry in the mornings.
And he seems to have been right on time, his husband and his son racing one another towards their beach towels, plopping next to Lan Wangji and digging into the food with abandon.
"Eat slowly." He chides, but it falls on deaf ears as his dearly loved stuff their cheeks with treats.
He sighs, fond and exasperated as he sips at his green tea and digs through the beach bag for some sun screen. "A-Yuan, after you're done eating, you need to put sunscreen on."
The boy makes a displeased face and tries hiding behind Wei Ying as he munches on a sandwich.
"Wei Ying, you need to as well."
He makes the same displeased face, and Lan Wangji can't help but smile at that. They're both so adorable - but they won't talk him out of sunscreen.
"It's still early, the sun isn't even hot right now." A-Yuan tries. "I hate that thing, it feels like slime."
"Didn't you like slime?" Lan Wangji replies, raising a challenging eyebrow. "If your interest has run out, we can always donate your slime collection to-"
"No, no, slime is still great! Just... Not on my skin... Baba, help me out here!"
Wei Ying shrugs as he bites into a piece of watermelon. "Sorry, little radish, there's nothing I can do. It's better to be slimy than burnt."
"Then why don't you like sunscreen either?!"
"Look at this child, talking back to his parents!" Wei Ying fakes offense. "Lan Zhan, are you hearing this?"
"Mn. A-Yuan has a point."
"Lan Zhan! Traitor!"
A-Yuan sticks his tongue out at Wei Ying, and promptly gets up to run when Wei Ying makes a scandalized noise and comes up after him.
Lan Wangji laughs, watching them raise sand up in their wake, and finds himself suddenly drawn to one of the little soap bubble containers.
He hasn't played with one ever since his mother died. It feels healing to do it now.
The bubbles dance in the light breeze just as beautifully as his family's laughter fills the air.
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Look this ended up way longer and more detailed as I went on pls someone talk me out of spending the next week writing this God damned AU-
An AU where Gyomei declined Kagaya's offer to join the slayers and instead was picked up (aka sold by a crooked PO) to a guy who sailed the world procuring acts for big name circuses like B&B or Sparks. The man recognizes his unusual height and equally unusual strength, and with the help of an interpreter, he learns that Gyomei doesn't want to fight at all. The recruiter reassures him there is no actual fighting in entertainment (rather that it's all dramatization, like a Kabuki act) and he agrees, seeing no other out for himself and deciding this is the least harmful of his options.
Over the next 8 years he ends up in B&B where your family is a group of tumblers and trapeze artists. You find his strong silent type fascinating, and you love watching him train the caravan cats to do tricks like jump through hoops and balance spinning plates on their heads. Normally you'll find him in his off time training his body to peak physical form (something everyone who comes to see the strong man act is VERY aware of), but what most others miss are the moments of downtime when he's having tea or peacefully meditating, eyes closed as he soaks in the morning sunlight. His white, cloudy eyes seem to always find you when you think you can steal a glance, but he never seems to acknowledge your inquiry.
It isn't until a few months in that you're tasked with working on a new act for the tumbling floor routine that you decide it's time to get to know the seemingly gentle giant. Without any real plans in mind, you find him one morning cleaning up the equipment from his daily cat training and offer to help. He seems a bit skeptical at first, but doesn't take long to relent and even thank you for your help. He asks if you'd like to stay for tea as an offering of thanks, to which you happily accept, asking all sorts of questions about it as you see him take the small porcelain teapot and 2 small cups from a little leather box in his caravan. He explains the differences between eastern and western tea drinking, the entire while you're enamored by how precisely and delicately he holds that tiny teacup (and oh to be a teacup in those big strong hands).
You explain to him over tea about the new tumbling act you're trying to put together, and ask if he's ever thrown a person into the air the same way he hurls those tree stumps and boulders. It takes a bit of back and forth, but eventually he agrees to give it a go, though not before telling you how much he doesn't want to hurt you and please be careful. You promise that you've also trained your body to be the perfect (and safest!) acrobat you possibly could, but that his worry is really sweet and you appreciate him looking out for you. As you reached out to place your hand on his as a sign of agreement and thanks, you felt and saw his entire form stiffen slightly and immediately pull away, giving a soft apology as you do. The rest of tea time is spent enjoying the quiet sounds of the nature around you until set up begins for the afternoon.
It was a bit hard to find time and room to practice your new act, but you didn't let that stop you. Sometimes you had the interior ring to work in, other times you had to make a clearing for yourself in the woods just outside the caravan camp. Whatever your arena though, it was obvious that Gyomei was a worrier. He'd spend half of set up and stretch making sure all large rocks or fell trees were moved so nothing would accidentally harm you would he miss the catch or fumble the toss. Not that it was ever a worry of yours mind you, from the very first moment his hands wrapped around your waist to lift, to the countless times your fingers interlaced with his massive ones for stability, he'd never once given you the impression that he wasn't in complete control.
It was almost a wonder in and of itself, really. You knew he was blind, as they announced it at the beginning of his more dangerous acts, but he never really seemed like he couldn't see. He could catch axes thrown at him out of the air, he could hit a mark on the dime with a whip or throwing dagger. Time and time again he'd wow audiences with his ability to balance on a single foot, holding several hundred pounds of longs on his shoulders while jumping from pole to pole. It was clear this man was anything but ordinary, never faltering in his step or routine for even a moment.
Maybe that's why you felt so comfortable with him holding your life in his hands. When you would mess up a flip or over rotate a turn, he was there to course correct and catch, regardless of how far off target you were. It was addictive in its own way- crashing into his strong chest only to be a moment later wrapped in his arms as he slowly lowered you to the ground. The deep hum of his chest as he sighed in relief knowing you were safely on soil again. You on the other had would giggle, the rush of adrenaline a long held family favorite. You'd immediately be speaking plans for how to fix your mistake and asking if he was okay for another round, not quite noticing the dusting of pink on his ears as you spoke.
It was becoming a topic of discussion around the caravans as well- everyone noticed your breakfast tea time before warm-ups and set up/tear downs. They also noticed how even in down time you two gravitated towards each other, helping with tasks and chores, doing your washing together, even taking meals together when able. Some of the other acts even starting watching your practices, enthralled by just how high he could toss you, how gracefully you maneuvered in the air, and how deftly his catches and precision your balance was. The clowns in particular became a regular audience, always willing to cheer you on and offer fun suggestions to spice the act. For the most part it was silly or unhinged hinged things like doing the act in your knickers so you could charge triple (to which you swear your saw Gyomei fluster a bit, followed by a roar of laughter from the painted crew).
It wasn't until the night of your first show that you'd really felt nervous. This was the first act you'd ever put together without the help of your family, and you couldn't help but wonder if it was entertaining enough to really make it to the regular acts. Sure it featured one of the most popular acts of the circus, but would you be enough to pull your own weight, or would Gyomei end up shouldering it all like so many of his other features? It was enough to make your heart pound (and not in the good way) and hands tremble. Luckily for you Gyomei had spent the better part of the last 3 months getting to know your body very well, and could hear and sense the disturbance in your mood.
"Everything will go as it always has. You will be strong and precise, as you always have." His words were spoken softly, but the conviction in them was obvious. "And I will always be there to catch you." A phrase so simple it could easily pass for a quiet kindness, but the large calloused hand that tenderly held your face was a siren. Your whole body was a fire, at the mercy of his rains, and all you could do was stand there and soak in the warmth of his palm as your heart screamed at you to move.
A second later the lights were on you as the music blared, Windjammers blasting the march you knew by soul now. For the first time you looked up to see Gyomei with a gentle, genuine smile as he stepped back and held his hand out to you, waiting for the moment you started the routine. With the loud roar from the packed stands, you rushed into him as his hands wrapped around your waist, wasting no time before skillfully tossing you up, wrapping his fingers with yours as you balanced in his palms. Tossed through hoops of fire, over dangerously deep drops, and at heights unheard of, you wowed the cheering stands as time and time again your near death was evaded at the last possible second by your resident strong man. His grip was safety, his white eyes all seeing, and his precision impeccable. In the security of his catches, you were free to fly at impossible heights and perform stunts you'd only ever dreamed of as a child watching your parents on the highwires. And as the music came to a crescendo, your heart damn near beating out of your chest, you looked down to see his focused expression turn to one of tempered joy as he braced for your final catch. A moment later, the music hit its end as you were hoised above Gyomei's head in a spit handstand, balancing only on his single palm.
Cheers erupted, nearly deafening you as the two of you took bow after bow, backing out of the main ring as your personal cheer squad clowns gave rushed congratulations and praise as they flooded the stage for their own act.
"That was amazing!!" You gasped, hardly believing you'd just pulled off something so magnificent. The adrenaline in your system burning with the need for more.
"You were perfect. Just as I said you'd be." His deep voice reverberating through you despite the rushing of your pulse in your ears.
"And you caught me, just like you said you would." Oh to be able to see the smile on your face in this moment as you grinned from ear to ear. But he didn't need to see it, he could hear it in your voice and sense it in your heartbeat; the heat of your hands as you grabbed his was the definitive marker.
"And I always will." Despite the band and the crowd, despite how softly it had been spoken, it was clear as crystal. The large hands once again come to cup your face, this time followed by the sensation of his lips so perfectly meeting yours. His fingertips tracing the sides of your face as your own hands grip the collar of his uniform, both of you a tangle in the night as a blanket of blinding lights and music shields you from prying eyes, tucked behind the big top.
#wow uh... i got a lot carried away with this one??.#now excuse me while i sob and contemplate actually writing this into a legit fic#fuck fuck fuuuuuck#too many fics not enough time#my kingdom for a ghostwriter lol#demon slayer#kny#gyomei himejima#kay's thoughts#kny gyomei#gyomei x you#gyomei x reader#kny gyomei himejima#himejima x reader#ive done 0 proofreading#engage at your own risk if you hate typos lol
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Do you think you might reach too many yan groups at some point?
Also I'd like possessive head canons for the student council ^^
Partly to show I love more than just marcus /j /lh
I fear I may have reached too many yan groups already tbh 😂😭 (rip unfinished Crime Family group and the Ghost Hunting Crew ✌️😔✌️)
CW: manipulation, stalking, gaslighting, mentions of violence and death, kidnapping, captivity
Emerson becomes much touchier than usual, standing at your side at all times. You really can’t get a moment away from them— even if you think you’ve lost them, they always catch up within minutes. Good luck trying to alert anybody to what’s going on. I mean, everybody knows Emerson— they’re so sweet, couldn’t hurt a fly! What are you so worked up about?
Kendra is the least outwardly possessive. Clingy and cuddly, sure, but she’s probably the yan in this group who’s the most lenient about you having friends outside of her and the student council. As long as you don’t get too close to anybody else~! Then it’ll be time for them to lose their kneecaps ✌️😜 and probably their lives 😔🕊️
Jace is typically more quiet and shy, but his possessiveness comes across as aggression and intimidation towards whoever is taking your attention. He’s got a way of justifying those arguments and fights that he gets into while dancing around the truth— that he wants you to himself. He’s not a great fighter, but even that has its upside— maybe he can play the victim and you’ll feel bad, playing nurse for him afterwards…
Rayleigh is a crier and a guilt-tripper; whether it’s intentional or not on her part is debatable. The intent matters little, you’ll still respond however you would— either frustrated and uncomfortable with her sloppy manipulations, or you think it’s rather cute and indulge her immature actions, whatever. However you respond, she’ll adapt, changing parts of herself to match whatever she sees in the people trying to take your attention from her, in a desperate bid to keep you focused on her and her alone.
Kaylee is typically more lax, like Kendra. She thinks it’s rather adorable whenever you express having positive feelings towards anybody else. It’s like a game to her, a game she knows she’ll win. She can dispose of opponents with no remorse, or just poison you against them. She also has a talent for pissing people off, and she’ll use it when you two hang out to scare off other people so the two of you stay as just two.
Hailey is the most possessive. If she can’t have you, then nobody can. She’ll kill anyone who looks at you the wrong way— which, for her, means looking at you romantically or lustfully… sometimes, looking at you in any positive way. She’s the only one allowed to hold you in any positive regard, and works damn hard to balance making you out to be a worthless pos without ruining her reputation by keeping you at her side. You’re always going to be her “project,” presented as a topic of scorn or pity amongst her friends, someone who can’t live without her guidance and protection. None of her friends can understand why she tolerates you— she must be an angel to let you hang around her, because they certainly wouldn’t, not from what they’ve heard from Hailey! Soon, she’ll be your only access to social interaction. And if you don’t want social interaction? What makes you think she cares? She’ll drag you around wherever she wants you to go, and you’ll damn well do it or else risk being locked in her basement.
#mail 📬#moot moot 💕#Alice📚#alicethemasked#oc Kendra#oc Emerson#oc jace#oc rayleigh#oc Hailey#oc Kaylee#my thoughts#yandere#yandere oc#yandere imagines#yandere scenarios#yandere x darling#yandere x reader#yandere x you#yandere cw#student council ocs
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Legacy Review part 2 electric boogaloo: 2.2-3.6
Content warning: rape fantasy
So we begin with Woodstock and it’s very “I’m not stuck here with you, YOU are stuck here with ME”. Maybe we need a black comedy novelette depicting Bedingfield in a slow descent into insanity as Elizabeth psychologically toys with him until he’s broken.
Meanwhile it rather comedically cuts to Philip reading Bedingfield’s letters and thinking “what the HELL is going on in this country.”
“He considered it a personal affront that any woman should be fluent in 6 languages”. I disagree with this interpretation of Philip. I’m not saying he was the world’s biggest feminist, but he came from a family where women were administrators and regents, which no doubt required education in languages. He’d have practical experience of women’s capability.
Philip and Elizabeth’s dynamic is summed up in an intriguing way but it would be nice to see it in dialogue. Elizabeth has a big impact on Philip but it would be interesting to see Philip have an impact on Elizabeth. Yes, she’s manipulating him but he can still leave an impact on her. I mean for goodness’ sake if Ned Seymour of all people can leave an impression on/give a lesson to Elizabeth Philip certainly should. No one but Elizabeth laughing at Philip: delicious. Having said that this is a novel about Elizabeth and Robert and it’s already long so not everyone and everything can be the focus. Some things just have to take a backseat or the book will be the length of Lord of the Rings.
Speaking of Elizabeth and Robert, they have good banter. Mary’s dilemma and choice of Elizabeth instead of Mary Stuart because of the risk of civil war was well explored.
“I don’t want you ascending the throne covered in freckles”. I am personally offended by that.
Elizabeth being bitchy to Darnley and the passive aggressive Countess of Lennox was cathartic.
Philip marrying Elisabeth in a hurry because he doesn’t want to look jilted… Doubt. He already has reasons to marry Elisabeth.
Kat telling Elizabeth she should have strangled her in the crib…wow. You insane, Kat?? You can’t say that to a monarch! You’re lucky to survive that! And it’s an awful thing to say to anyone royal or otherwise, jfc.
Philippa Gregory said she thought Amy was murdered because of Cecil and I wouldn’t be surprised if this novel gave her the idea because it is written plausibly. It’s a solid narrative choice: Cecil is responsible but at the same time Elizabeth and Robert unintentionally indirectly drive him to it.
I’m amazed that the scene in Elizabeth 1998 with the boat and the bishop-ambassador was based on a real incident? Quite a few details in the scene are based on fact? (except the Philip Sidney poem lol). Wow.
“A general belief that there was no harm in a stink” oh boy oh boy NO.
Mary Stuart is “cunning and she’s been well trained in France”. Are You Sure About That.
I do find Elizabeth’s plan to use reverse psychology to get Mary to marry Darnley a little far-fetched. It does depend on every person involved acting in a way that’s characteristic and that Elizabeth has predicted. There’s a risk that Darnley going power-mad will mean he gives up his distractions to purse England. There’s also a risk that Mary will quietly get rid of Darnley, and there’s the obvious fact that their marriage still strengthens Mary’s claim to the English throne. Mary might also want England so badly that she calls Elizabeth’s bluff and accepts Dudley as her husband in exchange for that sweet sweet promise of being heir to the throne. Or Mary could marry a foreign ruler as revenge instead. It’s kind of a convoluted plan and feels like one concocted with hindsight rather than the actual information and variables Elizabeth would have to hand in the moment. I do like the parallel between Rizzio and Amy- both are unintended collateral damage in Elizabeth’s machinations.
Dr Burcot, Kat Ashley… some really harsh and nasty people in this book. And someone get some body positivity for Mary Sidney. It’s obviously traumatic to have your face scarred but from the outside, it doesn’t look all THAT bad. Other people would surely get used to looking at it. You’d think a world before modern dermatology would be used to seeing scars from disease, acne, rashes, etc.
Elizabeth was more Protestant than Legacy acknowledges and from what I know, Cecil was closer to Elizabeth in religious sympathies, while Walsingham and Robert Dudley were on the more radical Puritan end of the scale. Yes, Elizabeth liked religious music, candles, crucifixes, and unmarried clergy BUT she read the Greek New Testament every day and she was red with anger when gifted a book of images she saw as idolatrous. This book does acknowledge the friendship between Walsingham and Dudley- which did exist, strengthened by family connections (Walsingham married Dudley’s favourite cousin, his daughter married Dudley’s nephew).
“He wanted to drag Elizabeth from her exalted pedestal and rape her in full view of the court. He wanted to beat her into abject submission and cover that alabaster body with bruises. He suspected that she had a taste for rough handling but he lacked the basic courage to follow that conviction to its logical conclusion.”
WHAT.
WHAT am I reading.
WOW.
I was not expecting that.
Honestly I’d kind of forgotten how rapey a lot of romantic heroes are (like Rhett in Gone with the Wind) even as late as the 1980s.
Cecil says of St Bartholomew’s Day massacre: “the greatest crime since the crucifixion.” The debate over who should advocate to Elizabeth for Dudley…either that’s from the sources or Susan Kay has been watching Elizabeth R again.
Locking men’s souls in the casket by her bed…I think I smell foreshadowing!
There’s a good bit of characterisation for Cecil seeing Elizabeth as unladylike: “too upright and correct to admire [Elizabeth’s flirtations] wholeheartedly for they smacked of brothel principles and offended his image of her as an incomparable deity” “hawking her body and her crown to the highest bidder as shamelessly as any whore who walked the London streets”. Like this is a world where monarchs marry off their teenage daughters for political alliances. If the daughter dies she’s sometimes replaced with her own younger sister. Cecil doesn’t have a problem with that but when the shoe is on the other foot and a woman is selling herself rather than being sold, THEN it’s a disgrace.
Did Elizabeth really mean to behead Dudley? I doubt it. But Elizabeth in the 1570s crying for Katherine Howard and Katherine Parr was a nice touch, all those suppressed losses coming out.
The pacing in part 2 generally improves, and continues to improve in part 3. There are some good references to psalms, Old Testament stories, the Bible in general. “Christ set us all a good example: never answer your enemies’ questions.”
Elizabeth and Robert as parallel lines: “parallel lines never meet”. Excellent.
“By the same token, was it necessary to wear a green wig?” What a sentence.
“Step softly round my crown” reminds me of “tread softly for you tread on my dreams” but also “around the throne the thunder rolls”.
“a diplomatic knee in the groin”. I like that.
There are still anachronisms in the narration and dialogue. “You have Catholics on the brain” “like a speculator’s bubble” “springboard” “perpetuating the species” “vampire” “tom dick and harry” “assassination is the occupational hazard of any monarch” “opium”. Looking at Kay’s bibliography, there’s a lot of biographies and not much on everyday life and language in Tudor England which is probably the reason for these anachronisms. Overall it continues to be a solid novel.
But nil points for making Dudley so rapey.
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hey so beating yourself up over the eating thing won't really help. please be kind and patient with yourself. try adding more snacks to your day. you don't have to eat only during established meal times if it doesn't work for you. you want a snack? eat the snack. really, the moment you allow yourself to eat a little a lot of the time, it might get a bit easier. it's not a moral or personal failure to struggle. it's not shameful if you have to drink your calories in the form of smoothies or protein shakes. you're not a letdown in regards to your family because you struggle. improvement will come with time, so please keep your head up during this storm too.
awww gloom thats so sweet i might cry 😭 (/pos) tysm for the kitties, hi linky and salma!! 🥰🥰
yeah i tend to beat myself up over everything and my thoughts convince me that i am in the wrong (they do a pretty good job at that). my mom is more than willing to help me get more calories even when im back at school. its just upsetting for me because i was doing so much better earlier this year, my weight was healthy and i was maintaining calories, and then i went to school. and im all the way back at square 1 :( in fact even lower than that! so ofc my thoughts come in to blame me for everything
#bailey’s ask box#gloom!!#yeah ive had issues keeping weight up before its nothing new but its never been this bad :(#tw weight loss
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Reviews under the cut because I know they wouldn't fit in the tags, just know that this thing literally made my day
Just have to tell you this. You know how sometimes there's a scene in your head and your muse is active and it's so vivid that when you wrote it down, details that weren't mentioned are also automatically imagined? I always wondered if it works for readers too, ya know, who don't know what the author imagined.
All of that is to say, when I started reading the first sentence, I could imagine Nine sniffing, silently crying quietly enough to not let someone know. And then it was confirmed in a later paragraph. I just hope you know that the imagery, the emotion, it somehow carried through the writing without mention of it. And that's just amazing.
Now! On to the rest of the story.
Awwwhhhhhhh. He spoke. He was worried enough to speak omg 🥺
[Dunce hat on him for thinking a store-bought lock would keep any of the workshop's inhabitants out, but they could at least respect the purpose of it!] I love this sentence so much! 😂 The exasperation combined with sass and sarcasm followed by indignant frustration of a child-! Sassy internal monologue my beloved.
Also, the fact that Mangey simply lockpicked (or disassembled the lock -who knows, Nine didn't check yet-) to get in? Fav!
He sniffed out the comfort candy! Yay! No hidden locker or compartment or vault is safe from Mangey!
And he stole one for himself too, this is great! Typical sibling behavior, pulling shit like this even when you're comforting them cjjccjjfjfjf
Yes! Listen to Mangey, he knows the effects of hunger like no one else. And y'know, that is so true, when someone is hungry, they tend to get sad or angry or upset or reactive more suddenly without much prompt or reason. It's the mind telling the person in whatever way it can that we need food!
Nine feeling the sentiment behind the gesture of for the first time and not not realizing what he's feeling gosh 😭😭 I am so unwell! He was hungry and upset and emotionally hurt and somebody cared enough to find him food that could cheer him up, his brother wanted him to feel better and not be hungry and sad and got him a candy and that just swells one up with emotion, doesn't it? Nine's a kid, he's 8. And even I cry whenever my little brothers bring me something like a snack to cheer me up. It hurts so much but in an overwhelming sweet positive way gaahhh. Great now I'm crying. I haven't cried over fanfic in days, what have you done Brainworms why you struck me where it hurts? /Pos
DAWWWWW! 😍 Not a hug but it's a gesture of comfort and is induced to the brim with fluffy feels so it definitely counts, Mangey being the best brother! I have melted
Why are there so much intense feels in this fic?! It's like my empathy acting up full force why can I feel every single moment WHY- /saying this in most POS way, for some strange reason I'm literally feeling like I'm in Nine's place, bro what higher emotional muse visiting state were you in when you wrote this?!
[He felt that sleeping with them wasn't a necessity anymore ] Keep destroying me, why don't you. Ough. Keep delivering fatal blows of full powered Prime Bros family feels.
Giddily giggles over the next three paragraphs bfdbgbghhgghgh I love them so much!
[ The one thing Nine could always be glad for was Mangey's silence. Despite lacking words, the fox managed to say so much and so loudly with undoubted honesty by his actions and presence alone. (Not to confuse lack of deceit with no sass or attitude mind you.) ]<--- one hundred percent wholeheartedly agreeing with this entire thing here
Cackles! The sudden crunch! Loved that hitting out of nowhere. Nine in this entire thing is just giving off full on older sibling vibes whenever he thinks about Mangey I can't help smiling at it. The slight resigned but fond exasperation where you simply have a flat stare and go "Of course. Why not, should've expected that" , that is Nine. Bwubbers fr fr
["You- you're seriously laying on my bed with your shoes on?" He directed more of his attention towards Mangey and pointed an accusatory finger at him.] SCREAMING AND GRINS AND SQUEALS AAAAHHHHHJFJFHHRBF I LOVE THEM SO MUCH! HEGBRFHHJJJHKMH
That last paragraph.. I am deceased. Officially deceased. I hope you're happy at what you inflicted on me today. I am forced to inject this into my soul now how could you /lh /pos
Kindly accept this attack of emotions as gratitude
Thats the only context you're getting
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His ear twitched towards the door, caught by a soft scratch and a clicking sound. Afterwards, the doors slowly cracked open to more darkness, but a small silhouette of a fox was visible amidst it anyway.
Panicked, Nine turned his face towards the wall so fast his neck pricked with pain. Then he haphazardly wiped away the tears and bit down any future sobs threatening to rip through his throat.
Perhaps an over-the-top reaction that only justified the one at the door to step in through.
"Hurt?"
There was only one fox in particular that a raspy and audibly unused voice could belong to, and Nine wasn't sure if it made him relaxed or more distressed.
But besides that, he felt tired and defeated, as such, he unceremoniously collapsed onto the bed.
"Not...physically." But he wasn't sure how truthful that answer was. There sure was a particular headache he hadn't felt in years that was bound to get worse by the morning, his sinuses felt painfully stuffy and there were still leftover muscle cramps from... well, the reason he started crying in the first place.
Nine only barely registers the soft falling footsteps of the other before the mattress underneath him shifted and he snaps just the tiniest bit, happy that the mess of unfamiliar and vulnerable emotions was at least briefly overtaken by comforting anger.
He shoots a glare at the other.
"Why- how did you even get in here? Shouldn't you be sleeping?" He hisses out as he sits back up.
Nothing is sacred to Mangey as he definitely just picked his lock, because the one and only key was hidden in the pocket of Nine's current pants. Dunce hat on him for thinking a store-bought lock would keep any of the workshop's inhabitants out, but they could at least respect the purpose of it!
"Hurt." Mangey simply whispers again and points at Nine.
"It's none of your business."
Pulling his knees to his chest, he then hid his face in them, safely wiping all of the leftover tears into the fabric of his pants. A pathetic display but he felt it was the lesser of two evils as he definitely didn't favor being openly seen crying.
And It really wasn't. There was no reason for Mangey of all people to care or try to play a therapist with him. (Or ridicule him later, but Mangey hasn't struck him as someone reveling in others' pain. But then again Nine wouldn't blame him) There was nothing he could do but make everything worse actually.
All of Nine's muscles tensed up even more somehow as a feew more tears stained the pants' knees.
And that's all he felt; a painful sting in his eyes and the threat of his chest caving in on itself. He was getting tired of it, yet he couldn't relax if you put a tazer to his head. Bad allegory actually, that would in fact make him 100% more stressed.
What temporarily shook him back to his senses however was the mattress suddenly changing volume under him again and hearing Mangey springing to his feet, following his nose to somewhere around the work table's area.
Nine lifted his head just a bit and narrowed his gaze.
What could he be snooping around there for.
Nine tried to call him out, but couldn't find his voice in time before Mangey was already rummaging through a box that used to be very carefully hidden in a secret compartment Nine made under the table to hide his more precious items, like mints. Among other things.
After Mangey definitely found what he was looking for, he closed the compartment as if it never been there in the first place. Then he hopped up from beneath the table, stopping right in front of Nine.
"Hungry." Mangey stated flatly as he grabbed onto Nine's hand, who, as confused and done as he was, didn't put up much resistance and let Mangey drop a single blue candy onto his palm.
The kit hopped back onto the bed next to him happily and began unwrapping his own piece of mint that has been stolen from right under his nose.
Nine guessed he really was hungry, but eating a stupid piece of candy sure as hell wouldn't fix half a day of starving.
"Candy is not exactly known f-for its nutritional values y'know." Somehow he managed to choke out and what was meant to be an apathetic remark was stained with emotion. He really wished he stayed silent instead.
But there was no reaction from Mangey whatsoever, so he went back to staring at the single piece of mint sitting innocently in the palm of his hand.
The white lines on the wrapping blended with his glove until all of the colors blurred together when his eyes welled up with tears again.
He wasn't even sure why, he usually had a reason to cry, and even then, he dared to let the tears spill only when he was sure there was no one around.
Thoughts with no beginning or end swirled in his head and frustration bubbled in his chest while he felt stuck in his own body.
He wasn't alone, why the fuck was he crying over a stupid piece of candy.
He was sure it wasn't the candy itself that brought him to tears again but he didn't want to unwrap all that.
The ever-pleasant internal voice expressed just a fraction of the disarray he felt, until he almost threw the sweet through the ceiling when something suddenly touched his arm.
Still getting lost in and out of his head and between the real world, he keeps forgetting that Mangey is there. The other fox was now leaning on his shoulder, not paying him direct attention though.
Nine wasn't sure what it was but among the confusing and unpleasant concoction of emotions, he grasped the tiniest sliver of irritation he could find.
Mangey had the whole rest of the bed to lean on, why come bothering him? Nine doubted it was in any sense comfortable either, especially when he was barely touching him at first. But that tiny bead of more welcome negative emotion fizzled out just as fast as it came.
He gave up on trying to figure out the enigma that was the little feral fox beside him.
A few more stray tears fell into his lap that he didn't even bother paying attention to, before he practically forced himself to open the candy wrapper and plopped its contents Into his mouth.
Some sense of calm washed over him after the fact. It was barely tangible but it was there, and he figured he knew who to thank for that.
But his back was getting tired from sitting upright for so long. Nine leaned forward and supported his weight by grabbing the edge of the bed as he let Mangey shift closer to his side.
With the cooling taste of the mint numbing the insides of his mouth and warm presence of another being leaning onto him, he finally had an anchor point to hold on to and get his emotions in check.
The nigh-toxic sweetness of the candy glued his mouth together, which made talking feel both like a challenge and an achievement.
"Is anyone...did I wake anyone else up?" He finally asked, breaking the silence and addressing the most likely reason for the other fox breaking into his room in the first place.
Meanwhile, Mangey made a noise of disagreement but quickly shrugged afterward.
"I suppose the other two wouldn't just ignore an opportunity to make fun of me in this state huh." Wishful thinking on Nine's part. As much Tails and Sails- and sometimes Sonic honestly, do not forget or forgive once they're out for blood, he knew if they saw him now they would only relentlessly baby him and not let up until he told them what's wrong instead (he wonders that at this point too.) All of which would somehow make him feel worse than being picked on.
Letting out a sigh, he leaned forward even further and crossed his arms over his legs. The sudden shift in support caused Mangey, who did not expect it, to almost fall over. So after letting out a yelp, he threw his legs over the bed and scooted on it fully, leaning back to back with the other.
Nine moved his tails out of the way in the meantime, as having someone sit on them wouldn't be the most comfortable of things.
He suddenly became all too aware of how baren he was.
Finally tearing his gaze from the floor, he looked over the seven mechanical tails lying neatly placed on the table in front of him. He felt that sleeping with them wasn't necessary anymore, and it was much more comfortable when he could freely roll over without the restriction of metal around him.
Besides, no one was supposed to get in his room while it was locked, but someone probably saw it only as a fun puzzle in his way.
Nine narrowed his gaze and looked back at the intruder fox. And while he couldn't hope to see his face, those restless paws of his were nervously fidgeting with the fur on the tip of one of his own double tails, while the other appendage lay neatly placed near his side.
Yea, there was no way in hell to stay angry at Mangey for longer than two minutes.
Returning to stare at nothing, Nine spaced out in the darkness of the room yet again.
But this time, he focused on the warmth pressing against his back, the quiet breathing and heartbeat that reverberated from his chest and bounced off the walls...
And then there was another rumble added to the mix. One that he figured should be quite familiar to him, but never actually heard or produced himself in his life. Plus he doubted he'd be able to purr if he tried it himself anyway.
Even still, it helped him finally relax and unclench most if not all of his strained muscles.
The one thing Nine could always be glad for was Mangey's silence. Despite lacking words, the fox managed to say so much and so loudly with undoubted honesty by his actions and presence alone. (Not to confuse lack of deceit with no sass or attitude mind you.)
And that was more than enough for Nine.
Enough to make him feel more like himself again after..whatever the hell these past three hours were. Scratch that, past these... however long was it since he met Sonic.
Nine let a small smile sit in the corners of his mouth. "Thanks." He softly whispered and despite how barely audible it was, Mangey definitely heard it as he could feel the other fully relax against his back as well and let out a quiet hum.
Nine turned the half-dissolved mint around in his mouth when loud (compared to the drowning silence of the room) cracking, that made Nine's teeth hurt in relation, filled the room.
Mangey bit through the goddamn candy.
Surprised he waited up until now actually, Nine glanced back at the other again through the corner of his eye
"Are your teeth made of steel or what?" A rhetorical question that has been asked multiple times by every possible person who had the honor of giving Mangey any food with a denser consistency, and one that got an appropriate mocking scoff as a response.
Doing a doubletake, Nine noticed a much more glaring issue the other fox brought with him though.
"You- you're seriously laying on my bed with your shoes on?" He directed more of his attention towards Mangey and pointed an accusatory finger at him.
"You run on with those outside all day and then proceed to hop into a bed — my bed — with all that dirt and whatever else is you jump around on all day." He could feel the other tense up again, realizing too late he forgot to add the appropriate amount of sarcasm to his tone to make sure Mangey knew he wasn't actually mad at him, just slightly petty annoyed if that made sense.
Why did he suddenly care about that?
"Don't you act all innocent, take 'em off."
Nine poked him with his elbow gently and with all the affection he could muster in his exhausted state.
The other fox simply grumbled in response and kicked off his shoes to the ground at the opposite side of the bed — which were sure to have woken up someone with their unnecessarily loud thud upon hitting the floor — but not before rolling his eyes.
"...un-be-li-vable." Nine fully surrendered his weight onto the other, and this time making sure the overexaggerated annoyance and headshake were enough of a signal he wasn't all that serious.
His eyes felt sleepy heaviness on them as he caught the dimly lit time of a digital clock sitting on a shelf above the table
4:28 AM
Or maybe the last number was six or three, he couldn't really tell. What it conveyed however was that the previous estimate of three hours of spiraling was incorrect and he rather not think about how much more it would've been had Mangey not invited himself in. In fact, he'd rather not think about anything anymore.
The arbitrary decision on whether to give up tonight's sleep and just continue on into the next day until a sudden and inevitable collapse wasn't given. The soft snores of the one behind him and a tail that wasn't his own that could've easily been classified as a blanket of pure fluff that somehow found his way into his lap didn't give the option.
The amount of his much-needed rest was in the hands of the most skittish, energetic and unpredictable fox one could've left it in, and for some reason Nine was just fine with that.
#ough THEY ARE BROTHERS!#normal about them. so so normal about them#prime bros#tails nine#miles nine prower#nine the fox#mangey tails#mangey the fox#sonic prime mangey
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A Dutiful Disaster (Part Three)
Pairing: Loki x Reader
Story Warnings: Arranged Marriage, Enemies to Lovers, Royalty, Pre-Thor (2011), Toxic Relationship, Smut, Angst, Drama, Slow Burn, Odin’s A+ Parenting, Reader is referred to as a woman and has a vagina, no Y/N usage, POC-friendly descriptors, Loki is a moody POS, holy arguments Batman!, there is a lot of yelling in the house of Odin, 18+
Chapter Warnings: Sexual tension, Mommy issues, Loki is a mischievous scamp
Snippet: “I do not wish to be kissed. It’s too great an intimacy for our,” you pause to consider the word, tapping your finger to your chin, “unique situation, wouldn’t you say? We are the furthest thing from lovers.”
“Oh?” Loki sounds amused by your answer – and then he drops his feet back to the floor with purpose, taking advantage of your startled jump to pull you further into his lap where you can feel the hardening length of him against your clothed core. “If not lovers, then what are we?” “Married,” you gasp, arms clutching around his neck for fear of being dropped – or so you tell yourself.
Master List / Part Two
After breakfast, your day goes from strange to downright bizarre.
Your mother intercepts you shortly after you leave the banquet hall – with a curtsey. Polite to be sure, but unwelcome, especially when you’d been under the assumption that she had since travelled back to your family’s manor after yesterday’s festivities. What a shame that Loki had returned to his duties so soon after breaking bread, for you would have appreciated his company as an excuse to fob her off for the umpteenth time.
“Your Highness!” she calls out, cornering you with all the bells and whistles to show her respect for your new title. Not for you. That doesn’t surprise you, nor does the way she looks at you so greedily. “Might I have a moment of your time?”
“Of course, Duchess,” you respond curtly, motioning for her to join you on your walk. “I was just on my way to the gardens if you’d like to accompany me.”
A bit of fresh air would do you some good, particularly for this conversation.
Predictably, she falls in step beside you and tries to engage you in a little bit of small talk: Oh, what a lovely day it is for a stroll amongst the flowers! The sun will do us well. Have you seen the new statue? I’ve heard it’s a perfect likeness of Her Majesty the Queen.
You don’t take the bait. One or two word answers only. It’s all you can stomach.
When you arrive at the palace gardens, the sweet smell of flowers and fresh greenery fills the air, invigorating after your hectic morning. The warmth of the sunlight caresses your cheeks, balmy like the gentle breeze flowing through your hair.
While you’d love to take a second to appreciate the beauty of your surroundings, it’s an impossible feat with her hovering around – like a fly, perhaps, or a mosquito. Duchess of the upper district and the highest ranking noble aside from the royal family, your mother is to blame for your current situation; and in her endless pursuit for status, she’s here to demand something more from you. As usual.
“What business do you have with me?” you finally ask, point blank.
Her friendly façade dissipates at your question. “Must I need a reason to catch up with my daughter?”
Of course she does. She always has one, and it never involves your well-being. You’ve been forced to learn that lesson too many times already.
You sigh in exasperation. “What is it you need, Mother?”
She plops down on one of the stone benches, crossing her arms in a huff. “After all I’ve done for you—”
“You are here for a reason,” you interrupt her, bringing a swift end to her pity party. “Tell me what it is so that I might go about my day.”
Her expression hardens, but she doesn’t lose that greedy gleam to her eyes. Rather, they fix upon you in a stone cold stare that would have once sent you into a panic.
Not now.
This time, she speaks through pursed lips. “How was it, your wedding night? Productive, I hope.”
“That is none of your concern.”
“Not so productive, then? Well, I can’t say I am surprised, if this,” she gestures unhappily to your appearance, ever-so-slightly disheveled from your marathon before breakfast, “is how you presented yourself to His Highness. Really, dear, this is not the effort I expect from you.”
You can feel the anger slowly rising within you like a spring tide. Nothing you do is ever good enough for her, not even marrying the bane of your existence.
It’s infuriating.
“Why are you here?” you grind out.
“I am here to ensure that you do not make an even bigger fool of yourself to the Prince than you already have. And not a moment too soon, it seems!”
“My marriage with Loki,” you snap, using his name instead of his title to further distance yourself from your mother, “has been perfectly consummated, if you must know. It’s a wonder I got any sleep at all with how insatiable he is, yet you dare to criticise my appearance the morning after?”
She tuts at your outburst. “Then he was satisfied with your performance? I can only hope you followed my instructions, but you’ve never been one to do as you’re told.”
“What happens between me and my husband,” you spit the word, “is a private matter for the Crown, not for you. In fact, he’d very much like to know that the mother of his beloved princess is poking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”
She barks a laugh, calling your bluff. “Beloved? I hardly think your relationship could have improved that much over the course of one night. Don’t flatter yourself, dear. No one is so talented a lover.”
Your fists clench at your sides from her mockery.
One more mocking word out of her, and—
“Ah, there you are, darling.”
At the sound of Loki’s voice, your focus shifts from your mother to the decorative entryway behind her. There, next to a set of garden arches covered in vines of pink blossoms, stands your husband – watching, waiting, looking every bit like the cat that got the cream.
He heard something. He must have.
When your mother whips her head around to see who’s drawn your attention, you can only imagine the expression on her face as she realizes that she might have been overheard by the very subject of her interrogation. Hilarious.
“And you have company, I see. My apologies if I’ve—” he pauses, looking from her no doubt horrified face to your irritated one, “interrupted?”
“No, no!” your mother says a little too quickly. With a nervous laugh, she jumps up and rushes to curtsey for him, fumbling it in her haste. “Of course not, Your Highness! Just a mother checking in on her daughter, no need to worry.”
Loki amusedly holds your gaze for a beat longer, apologetic as the bread at breakfast, before he regards your mother with a cordial smile. “In that case, would you mind it terribly if I borrowed your daughter for a while? There is a matter of great urgency that I must discuss with my wife.”
His inflection makes you wonder exactly how much he heard. Quite a lot, you assume. Not that your mother seems to notice.
“Oh, yes! Of course!” She clasps her hands together with delight, though the pointed look she sends in your direction remains full of unfulfilled expectations. “We’ll chat again later, won’t we, dear?”
You purse your lips, sounding almost robotic in response, “Of course, Mother.”
She shoots a frown at you before she turns to face Loki again, and gives him another, more put-together curtsey this time. “Enjoy your day, Your Highness.”
He offers her a polite nod. “Duchess.”
As soon she rounds the corner – where you’re positive she’ll be trying and failing to eavesdrop – you let out the long, weary breath you didn’t even realise you’d been holding. The sun hasn’t even reached its peak in the sky, yet, and you’re already exhausted, to the point that you take up residence upon the garden bench your mother had just vacated.
When Loki turns back to you, a certain gleeful undercurrent lights up his features. Without doubt, he had overheard your disaster of a conversation, a fact only further proven by the astonishment in his tone, “What, by the Norns, was that?”
Wonderful.
“My witch of a mother,” you deadpan, a callback to last night’s argument.
Your snark seems to catch him off guard. Loki opens his mouth to say something, then thinks better of it and shuts it again, before he stops entirely to consider what to say next – and you realise, then, that you’ve rendered him speechless. No small feat, considering his silver tongue.
The corners of your lips quirk with silent laughter. “Worry not, husband. I have no quarrel with you.”
He studies your face for a moment, as if searching for the lie, before he tentatively takes a seat beside you on the bench. Of course, the way his knee knocks into yours is nothing short of playful, and his sarcasm is equally so, “So pleased am I that my beloved princess finds my company more agreeable this morning.”
You roll your eyes as the heat still creeps up your neck at the confirmation that he’d been within earshot. “May I ask what else my saviour has overheard?”
“That our marriage was, ah, perfectly consummated, was it?” He’s brimming with mischief, now, much to your chagrin. “Though I do wonder what cause I’ve given you to deem me insatiable, sweet. Pray tell, did I take you too often last night? Or was I too rough with you, the delicate petal that you are?”
Your throat goes dry at the carnal imagery invoked by his words.
Too often. Too rough.
If only.
You groan and bury your face in your hands, humiliated not once but twice in as many minutes – not to mention flustered by your traitorous imagination, your unwitting desire. Your cheeks feel entirely too hot to the touch as you somehow manage a muffled, “It’s all I could think to say.”
The way he laughs at you isn’t malicious in the least, but delighted. “My poor, sweet petal. Far too delicate for such banal intrigue.”
Even your ears are burning, now.
Bastard.
You have half a mind to shove him off the bench, to try and reclaim the upper hand in some form – but you don’t even have the courage to say anything in your own defence, let alone look at him after being caught in such an embarrassing lie. How can you, when he derives such obvious enjoyment from it?
And thus, a prolonged silence overtakes the two of you, punctuated only by the birds chirping in the distance and the leaves rustling in the trees until, finally, it’s broken by him.
“Worry not, darling,” Loki echoes your reassurance from earlier with a more teasing lilt. “What quarrel could I possibly have with you after such an accurate assessment of my proclivities?”
His admission nearly makes you choke on air.
Instead, you manage to let it fall flat upon the conversation – purposely, for you know that he would want you to react in some way. So, you don’t.
Another bird chirps.
You chance a peek at him through your fingers, only to find him peering up at the clear blue sky, now, not at you. Thank the stars. Your hands lower back to your lap, though you’re not sure you can handle any more of his jesting today, never mind the newfound knowledge that Loki by his own admission has an insatiable appetite in bed; and that last night, you’d only caught a glimpse of it.
As discreetly as possible, you cross and re-cross your legs in an attempt to alleviate the sticky ache between your thighs. When that doesn’t work, you try to distract yourself with a pleasantry. “What would you have said?”
Not that you care what he thinks. No, absolutely not.
Loki lets out a hum of acknowledgement, and you watch as his amusement slowly gives way to genuine consideration of your question, before he thoughtfully holds his chin to give his answer the contemplation it deserves. It’s in moments like these where his intelligence shines through, games and mischief put aside in favour of philosophical enquiry. The thick tomes that litter his bookshelves are nothing in comparison to the knowledge he’s accumulated over the centuries, so much that it’s earned him your begrudging respect, loathe as you’d ever be to admit it.
“Something similar, I imagine,” he finally answers, meeting your eyes once more. The way he regards you this time – seriously, sincerely, like an equal – helps to further ease your embarrassment. “The embellishment was a nice touch.”
Warmth swells within your chest at his praise, though you’d rather die than thank him for it. “And the matter of great urgency you wished to discuss?”
Loki studies you with trepidation before he focuses back upon the sky above. “I would ask you to dine with me this evening. Privately, if you’d be so kind.”
“Why?” you blurt out, not at all ladylike.
“So that we might become better acquainted with each other.” He quirks a brow in your direction. “Why else?”
Pointedly, you waggle your fingers to show him your wedding ring, same as he’d done to you last night. “Aren’t we already acquainted?”
In response, Loki slowly, carefully takes that very same hand into his. He purposely allows yours to rest on top so that you’re free to pull away, but you don’t. Not when your skin tingles pleasantly under his touch, nor when it stokes the fire burning deep within your core.
Once again, you shift uncomfortably in your seat.
“Yes,” he concurs, “though not as… intimately as I would like.”
This time, you do choke.
The implication lingers as that mischievous air returns to him, the one lets you know his choice of wording had absolutely been intentional.
“If we are to be bound by marriage,” Loki clarifies – pointedly, incredulously, with a matching expression as if to say, how could you think I meant anything else? – “then would it not be helpful to learn more about how the other ticks? If only to air our grievances in a more constructive way. That is, unless you’d like to spend the next century in a lovers’ spat.”
As a stark contrast to his lighthearted demeanour, the way his thumb smooths over the back of your hand is hesitant, uncertain. You’re only now starting to discover that Loki's body language is much more honest than he himself is, consciously or not.
Reluctantly, you admit, “I suppose it’s not the worst idea.”
“Then it’s settled.” Loki brings your hand to his lips to leave another kiss upon the back of it, no less chaste than earlier, before he releases you to pull himself to his feet. “I will fetch you from your chambers come sundown.”
Your body immediately misses him, for some ungodly reason.
Your heart, however, remembers his nasty words from this morning.
Some part of you hopes that he’s being honest – that he truly does want nothing more than to get to know you better, that he’s willing to try and give your marriage a proper go – but you just can’t trust him.
“I look forward to it,” you reply, a half-truth, instinctively moving to rise so that you can offer him a curtsied farewell befitting his status – but he gently prevents you from doing so with one large hand upon your shoulder.
Baffled, you blink up at him and ease back into your seat.
“You are my wife,” Loki reminds you, more kindly than you expect. “You need not follow court decorum so strictly when we are alone.”
It’s a bid for intimacy in the purest sense of the word, meant to strip away all regalities and leave the two of you bare; unassuming. A generous offer in theory, impossible in practice, which you suspect he knows just as well as you do.
Still, you nod.
As Loki lets you go, the fine material of your shawl shifts beneath his fingertips, drawing his attention back to the colours draped upon your body. His colours. A lazy sort of admiration follows, evident in how he takes the time to ghost his hand down to your upper arm, where he gently lifts your shawl with two lithe fingers; and beneath, in how his gaze lingers just a little too long where soft skin meets viridescent brocade.
His delicate exploration makes your heart hammer against your ribcage.
How exciting.
How objectifying.
“The past few days have been…” Loki stops to consider the word, absently rolling the hem of your shawl between his thumb and index finger, “taxing.” Then his eyes flick back up to yours, a darker green, now, holding you captive with an emotion you can’t seem to place. “I would have you take a moment of respite amongst the flowers before you return. Yes?”
A shaky breath escapes you at his close proximity. “Yes.”
Seemingly pleased with your answer, Loki finally drops his hand to his side, allowing the fine silk to flutter back against your shoulders. He only manages to take a single step away from you before he adds, as if he’s just remembered, “Oh, and do let your servant know if you have any requests for later. I’ve heard our new chef specialises in desserts.”
“What makes you so sure I like sweets?” you counter, ever the contrarian.
“Don’t you?” He tilts his head, curious. “I seem to recall an entire pie being devoured by you in a single afternoon.”
How could he possibly remember that? It happened centuries ago when you were children, and the three of you – you, Loki, and Thor – had snuck your way into the kitchens just prior to a particularly lavish banquet.
“It was nearly an entire pie,” you haughtily correct. “Your brother ate the last two bites right off of my plate, like a barbarian.”
At that, Loki laughs. “Ah, yes, my mistake. Thor always has been rather fond of a good apple pie.”
You click your tongue. “It was cherry.”
A lie. A challenge. A trick.
“Is that right?” he drawls, skepticism dripping from his words like honey. “I distinctly remember otherwise.”
“It was cherry,” you repeat, this time a little more firmly.
“If it were cherry,” Loki begins, leaning down to your eye level in a slow, almost predatory movement, “which it most certainly was not,” he continues, caging you in between him and the bench with his hands on either side of your body, “then I would have been the barbarian. Not my brother.”
You swallow thickly. It’s all you can do with him lording over you like this.
Loki pushes off of the bench to stand back up to his full height, relishing in your failed attempt at trickery so much that it carries into his voice, “Now try again, won't you, petal? I quite enjoy these games of yours.”
You turn your head to the side in a huff, blatantly ignoring him.
That’s when you hear his laughter once again, a soft, rich sound that’s entirely too pleasant to your ears. “I’ll see you this evening. Do try to stay out of trouble until then.”
You playfully harrumph in response. Nothing more. Your attention remains fixed upon the endless gardens to your right, on the beautiful, immaculate scenery, not what’s in front of you, or who.
Another game.
One you think you’ve won, at least until you call out to him despite yourself. “Loki?”
A bid for connection.
He’d only made it four paces away. Four.
The breeze picks up as he turns to face you once more, tousling his long, dark hair just so. Your fingers itch to comb through it, feel how soft it is beneath your fingertips like you had last night with his pretty face between your legs.
How desperate are you? How wanting?
How pathetic, more like. Perhaps Loki isn’t the insatiable one at all.
Your husband looks back at you with a mixture of confusion and concern, like he hadn’t expected you to give in so easily – as if something must be wrong for you to have done so. “What is it, darling?”
Darling.
The sincerity of it makes your heart flutter.
“I hope the remainder of your day passes uneventfully,” you tell him, willing your voice not to waver, “so that you might also have a moment of respite. In fact, I insist on it. Even a king needs his rest.”
Loki’s visible confusion turns to surprise, and then, not unlike this morning, his expression melts into something you’d almost assume is tender, loving appreciation. Almost.
“Thank you for the reminder.”
For the first time, it finally dawns on you why so many other ladies of the court are envious of you. Power aside, Loki is far too attractive for his own good. Truly. He's the epitome of a midnight sky – an enigma, dark and mysterious – yet the sunlight reveals another side to him, a softer counterpart to sharp words and sharper defences.
“Of course,” you say, like it’s a perfectly normal thing for you to care about his wellbeing, as if it’s commonplace, expected. “Now off you go. I believe I have some flowers to peruse.”
A joke. Or it should have been, but your tone holds more bite than you intend.
Immediately, the hard edge returns to him. To his eyes. To his posture.
It’s never bothered you before.
Without another word, Loki leaves you to peruse the budding flowers of your regret.
Part Four
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(Avian False mentioned, Watcher sky duo, Vex Scar, hatchling)
False had given them weird looks for some reason when Grian talked about eggs and hatchlings and Scar eagerly agreed. Something about avians not laying eggs but lo and behold, Grian had an egg which he and Scar coddled and doted on for several months. And then there was a toddler on Hermitcraft. False continued to be confused, stating that once again. This wasn't how avians worked.
Scar and Grian's hatchling was absolutely adorable though. For a while after hatching Grian wouldn't even let Pearl touch her (Not that Pearl ever asked). Only Scar, who when asked about holding the baby would smile and tell them Grian had a reason to say no and that Scar wasn't about to go against that.
Then, seemingly all at once, Grian's doting overprotectiveness seemed to fade away and the little baby bird-vex-thing was allowed to run off wherever she wanted. He still would play with her when she asked him but he was back to doing his own thing.
Scar's doting never faded the same way, and when asked about it he would actually argue that Grian would barely give their baby a moment to herself. And whenever the hatchling got into an even mildly dangerous situation Grian was noticed hovering nearby to jump in.
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"Why, exactly, are you teaching your daughter chess?" One of the hermits asked as Grian set up a chess board on the floor, the hatchling cuddled up on Scar's lap across from him.
"It's good for her. I don't have any of- Oh don't eat the pieces-" Grian cut himself off, gently attempting to pry a bishop from her steadfast grip.
"They look so tasty though." Scar joked.
"You stop encouraging her." Grian said, "Chess is good for her mind. Training her magic in a safe, controlled - ow!"
The hatchling had bitten Grian, her sharp teeth easily drawing blood. Small mercy, the situation allowed Grian to finally get the poor chewed up bishop back.
He glared at Scar, "She's definitely your daughter."
Scar hummed with delight. "She is. She's so perfect. We're keeping this chess set forever."
And Grian couldn't help smiling at that, something soft and adoring.
Then the moment passed. "Okay, chess." Grian turned to the other hermit, "this is going to get a bit confusing with magic involved, I'd prefer if you left."
"See, we wait to eat the pieces until after the game starts." Scar said.
"Scar! No!" Grian yelled, but he was laughing.
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-@scitties-enjoyer
*gently cradles this* SO CUTE SO SWEET :((( /pos /pos /pos I love family dynamic- I love them! SO MUCH, IM SMILING SO HARD AT THIS
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OMAYGHAD.. SO YOU'RE FILIPINO RIGHT? AND IZANA IS HALF-FILIPINO YEAH? WHAT IF WE TELL HIM ABOUT CHISMIS CULTURE??
Babes lmao, I dunno what you mean by that. But based on my understanding, you meant smth like this :
Izana walked with his hands inside his pockets, the noisy neighborhood very different from what he experienced back in Japan.
Visiting a country he was associated with him gave him excitement and craving that he didn't know he could feel. Thanks to you, he was able to connect and explore at least for a short while.
He was unaware of the stares he was getting, but a loud 'pssst!' caught his attention. He looked behind him and saw old- rather middle aged women beckoning him to come.
Their hands waved in a rushing manner, with their eyes pointed directly to his he felt like he couldn’t even decline.
"Yes?" He spoke, not wanting to be rude in a country he was barely involved with.
'Oh, he speaks well' 'tall but lanky' 'oh my! His eyes are violet!' He heard the ladies talk amongst themselves.
"Balong (boy), you are half-japanese right?" The seemingly leader of the group asked him with a smile.
"Y-yes ma'am"
"...don't call me ma'am say po."
"Opo" Izana sweatdropped, remembering the way you scolded him for being so disrespectful in front of the elders.
"Good, by the way, you know my daughter right?" Ah...perhaps this was the time for him to book it.
He was about to tell them he needed to go before another one of them spoke up. "Ah, don't you know? This boy is dating that girl from that house over there" the lady pointed with her lips, causing Izana to copy her and try to do the same.
"Is that so? What a shame...oh, you mean y/n? My, that girl is a good wife. Treat her well, boy~" the lady pinched his cheeks. Making him hold his cheek for a bit before glancing back at the titas who wore smiles that were very friendly.
It was very unusual for him to see people acting like this. Having always been met with scorned and sour looks by the people in Japan, it was a breath of fresh air for him. But he did expect, in the very least, that they'd change once they knew what he really did in his home country.
"...by the way, don't you know? Mr. Gomez from next door apparently has a mistress?"
"Huh!? That sweet old man? I don't think that's right..." surprisingly, it was Izana who spoke up, glancing at the women in front of him who took a moment to look at each other before sighing.
"Sigh...balong, you are too naive, see Mr. Gomez has done this.....and that...." the ladies began telling him numerous stories, while he listened very intently. Nodding and exclaiming in surprise from time to time.
A few hours had passed, he'd probably have heard the whole family tree of the Gomez family, not that he complained, that family is far from what they were trying to portray...He now scoffed whenever he'd pass by their house.
"Babe! Babe! Did you know?!" He ran to you, "The old man!!! Who always gives us those cute little breads thingy for our coffee!"
Seems like that simple situation caused him to befriend the gossiping titas solely for the reason that he wanted the tea.
He hadn't felt this nosy since the day he used to scope out information about other gangs. From now on whenever he was with you, he'd always have a hand on your back as he told you the latest 'tsismis' he learned.
"Babe come on! Aling Rosa told me she had the biggest tea on Aling Nena! I don't wanna miss that."
Whenever you took him outside, he'd be looking around as if looking for something. Once he did though, his face would twist into a smirk, a sneer then he'll roll his eyes. It was like he knew it all.
And though you could understand him...his eyes became more and more judging by the day.
"Zana...don't you think your hanging out with the old ladies too much?"
"Babe what? Ah! Btw did you know that girl from next door?...."
Yeah you definitely had to separate him from the tsismis titas.
I went too far with this, but lmao I just found it funny how Izana would literally be that kid tho
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❤️🩹, 💖, and 🛏 for the four main inmates?
❤️🩹- Angsty headcanon
Boyd: I definitely subscribe to his backstory in the Li-Po document-- His mom cheated on his father, he has a billion step-siblings, etc. However, I think that he kept his father's last name instead of taking his step-father's name. He never gave up on seeing his father again, but in the end, he never even got to see the obituary.
Gloria: She used to do ballet, like I did, but she didn't get a break from classes, and her teachers were much harsher than mine. Her teachers, as shown in the vault about Hagatha Home, were prone to using physical punishment. Unfortunately, as well, the poor treatment carried over to her home life once she left. Her mother was more emotionally abusive, but it still left its scars.
Fred: His entire life, his family's rules were drilled into his head-- "A Bonaparte must protect the family name at all costs" being among them. As he grows older, the same rules are a major factor in why the loss at Waterloo-O hurt so much-- it's the final straw in a long list of the ways he's let down the family.
Edgar: Though Edgar and Lana seemed to be a perfect couple, Lana was never really into Edgar, treating him as more of a stepping stool to get further up the social hierarchy. When she met Dean, she was already emotionally cheating on Edgar because to her, Edgar wasn't really her boyfriend.
Overall: All four of them are there because of trauma, and yet they don't get help. They still get nightmares after everything is said and done, and they all rely a bit too much on each other for things because they still have moments where things don't feel real.
I'll put the rest under the cut because this is already a bit long u_u;;
💖- Happy headcanon
Boyd: He loves watching movies with others, and is probably the greatest pillow for resting on while watching them. His favorite movies are comedies, and he thinks that Monty Python and the Holy Grail is a gift to humanity. It's his favorite movie to put on and not think about.
Gloria: Gloria still loves dancing and acting after everything, and she refuses to give up what she loves. After a while, she starts a charity for children in need of mental health help, and takes care of people in the same situation as her.
Fred: He manages to get his degree in nursing, and goes to work there! He's good friends with Hollis as well, and they are happy to just hang out and talk about stuff. Lots of nursing jokes. Stuff I don't know because I am an English major.
Edgar: He settles down quite a bit after the games, but he ends up finding out about graffiti and falling in love with the art style. He finds a kid doing it, and in return for teaching him how to do that style, he teaches the kid black velvet painting. In the process, he discovers he kinda enjoys teaching-- More as a teacher at an art studio than at a school, though. With the help of Gloria, he manages to get a program set up where he helps teach the kids Gloria's helping. It's very sweet.
Overall: They live together after all is said and done. They trust each other very much, and they take care of each other. It's a safe space for all of them.
🛌- Sleep headcanon
Boyd: He's everyone's pillow. This is just a fact. He's always cold and he's got a habit of sleeping spread-eagle on the bed. He also talks in his sleep.
Gloria: She curls up very tight against anything she can, and sometimes wears a sleep mask. She's got super fancy nightgowns too. Also, she snores slightly.
Fred: He still snores a little and can be easily roused. He's got a lot of nightmares about Waterloo and other battles-- actual war battles. He's not the best at getting much sleep anymore. The only thing that helps (other than the other three) is a little stuffed animal-- a cow. It just feels nice.
Edgar: He's easily awoken, but tends to toss and turn in his sleep, like me. As well, he has a lot of lucid dreams. It helps him a lot to relax if he's holding someone else.
Overall: They sleep in a big ol' pile on the floor a lot anymore, but they do eventually get some blankets there. It's hard to readjust to beds after Thorney Towers, where we've seen Fred just sleep on the ground, Edgar is chained upstairs, and Gloria is likely just going to sleep in the greenhouse. Besides, it's hard to fit all four of them on a single bed otherwise.
#queue#ask response#anon#ask game response#fred bonaparte#boyd cooper#gloria von gouton#edgar teglee#wanna split a cab?#thorney towers quartet#thorney towers gang#i love these four So Much they're a major comfort ship
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that childe momson fic was insane (/pos) I can’t stop thinking about it omg. the part where teucer asked where she was broke my heart 😭 that definitely would’ve been my breaking point. do you think childe would care if mom!darling were to breakdown in front of him, thinking she’s a bad mother for letting this happen? I’ve been thinking about it and I honestly don’t know how he would react to that if at all. Part of me thinks maybe he’s feel bad for dearest mommy!darling but not enough to ever actually stop, and part of me thinks he would use that fear of being a bad mother against her 👁👁
UWAHHHHH anon I'm so happy!! I've gotten a surprising amount of positive feedback on that one which makes me :3333
Tbh he does love Mama and would feel bad/guilty over her having a breakdown... She just cries and cries and finally has a moment of full honesty she's normally too scared to have... Blubbers asking what did she do that made him this way? Did she do something wrong?
I kinda had this side idea I was originally gonna include but scrapped it that was like, basically if he's from a fairly normal but rural family, it's likely mama has never really seen much of the world, maybe not even anything outside their little hometown.
So he sits her down while she's still sniffling and taking heaving breaths to have a talk about how this is normal in the rest of the world. She's just being closed minded because of lack of exposure whereas he, who has been all around Teyvat (insert Mr worldwide meme) is ~culturally enlightened~! And he's seen how in every other nation all the sweet mamas are so happy with their sons because that's the norm there, of course moms always marry their favorite son eventually :) and how everyone is just a-ok with it and absolutely no one at all objects to such relationships, no, everyone else agrees that mothers and sons belong together, it's only natural! He's only trying to make her just as happy as they are, show her true love the way it should be! Clearly, since everyone else thinks it's just fine, then their one culture must just have the wrong idea. Well, cultural changes start on a small individual scale, you know.
But he does it all in a super comforting way, rubbing circles into her back and holding her close and talking super softly, saying he just wants her to experience that same happiness... He wants to make her as happy as he can, not hurt her! And he understands why she feels the way she does, he says she's brainwashed. She just needs to unlearn that. But he's so sweet about it, saying it's ok, it's not her fault, he knows she *wants* to love him the right way... Deep down she knows how she should, knows she wants to, but her mind has just been poisoned by these weird prejudices she's been surrounded with.
And that's where he combines both reassurance and gaslighting. See, she's not a bad mom, she's the best! ...The best mama because clearly, she went with her true nature and subconscious instead of listening to the lies. She's been actively seducing him for years, he says. Maybe she didn't realize that's what she was doing, but she was only following what her brain is programmed to do, a natural instinct. She was basically asking for it, but that's ok because that's what moms are supposed to do! And thus, he can manipulate you, comfort you, AND make it feel like it's all your fault, all at once :)
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