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[almostharmon]

phandris for @stef-mad-arts as my part of our art trade ! thank you so much for this opportunity again ❤️

[fadingdaggerr]

Hey, I have just read heaven’s gate ( Larissa weems x reader ) and absolutely loved it! Is there any chance for a part two? Thank you x

pearlescent (18+ minors, dni)

pairing: larissa weems x gn!reader

summary: part two of heaven’s gate | 4.5k

includes: lesbians too in love for their own good, fluff

warnings: kissing/making out, sexual innuendo, afab reader (no breasts described for r), smut (fingering (L/r), oral (L), thigh riding (L)) can u tell i like eating pussy

note: first non-melissa post in over a year to bring me back from hiatus. thank u for ur patience. i feel like those wattpad writers that are like “just got out of a coma here’s a fic”

The smooth paving of the highway becomes bumpy and uneven as you pass the final gas station between here and your destination. Every pothole the car jumps over is like a shot of espresso through your aching joints. After the last stop, you promised yourself to drive straight through. Another stop would mean another chance to acknowledge the numbing of your ass after five hours in the car, and with one hour left, you’re not risking it. You really weren’t kidding when you said that teleportation would be much more useful.

Cell service is quickly obsolete as you continue through the woods, scanning the road for any squirrels that may decide that today was the day. Drumming against the steering wheel, you let your mind wander. Maybe coming without telling her is a bad idea, but it also has the potential not to be. She had begged you to drive to her just two days after she left, and you would have, if only your client hadn’t walked in the door. Dueling busy schedules made two months pass like molasses, longing to drop everything and hitchhike if you had to. Would the lack of alerting her put her off? Gods, you hope not.

A sudden shift of turbulent driving to a slight jostle of cobblestone removes you from the swirling doubt in your mind, peeking towards the sign you’re approaching. Green and rusting, white lettering reads: Welcome to Jericho! The Salem of Vermont. You find yourself glad someone took the time to graffiti over the last bit.

Ignoring the anxiety climbing your spine, you keep going, and going, and going, and going, until you finally break through the treeline. Out of nowhere sits the cutest town you think you’ve ever seen, with little brick shops with murals and a gazebo with the remains of New Year’s decor still hanging on. It makes sense why people would want to come here, why she would choose to stay.

In an attempt to not draw more attention than an outsider already gets, let alone an outcast one, you don’t linger on viewing the quaint town of Jericho. There’s better views awaiting you later, at the very castle-like building you can see on the high hill. Looming in a shadow, one that doesn’t extend over the rest of the town, sits Nevermore in all its glory. The corners of your lips turn up into a small smile, the view is nostalgic, bringing back the memories of your time at Byron’s.

The memory brings a reminder to the forefront of your mind, and with cell service restored, now is the best time. Carefully, and without taking your eyes off the road, you navigate to your favorite contacts.

“Hello, my angel!”

You chuckle, “it’s just me.”

“Fuck, nevermind then,” Parker grumbles, “so you’re not there yet?”

“I’m pulling up in a second, just wanted to let you know now before I can’t.”

A characteristic cackle comes from the other end, “gonna jump her bones immediately, I see, I see. Can’t say I blame you, she makes me question things about myself.”

“This is exactly why I called you before getting here,” you chuckle, pulling through the front gates, “but I gotta go now.”

“Yes, yes, go get slutted out, harlot. Just please call me sometime, so I can talk with the love of our lives,” Parker begs.

“I’m telling Max you said that,” you deadpan, hanging up just as you hear a rushed wait!

—☽—

For a town so small minded, from what you’ve been told, you’re more than surprised to find that you are able to walk into Nevermore unnoticed. Some students stand around, talking amongst themselves, but none seem to pay you any mind, likely thinking you’re just another teacher. Using the anonymity to your advantage, you slow your pace, listening in carefully. A gorgon walks by you, the only student at this time that seems to be carrying any school supplies.

You mentally scold yourself for stereotyping her studious behavior before you focus in on her mind. Your consciousness runs through hers, searching through test anxieties and hockey tryout concerns, until you find what you need. The literature wing, I could’ve guessed that. Coming back into your own mind, you’re already speeding up the stairs before your pupils return to their normal size.

Passing another student two stories up, you pray the siren knows which office you need, yet they don’t. Neither do the werewolves or the seer. Do you guys even go to classes? You’re about to give up on the full surprise, headache seeping in from all the mindreading of anxious teenagers. Just before you exit the hallway entirely, you actually look up from your feet, and you mentally smack yourself upside the head for not just reading the plaques on the doors.

With a renewed pep in your step, you keep just shy of running as you read every door. Finally, you reach a door that has a newer plaque compared to neighboring ones, serif font unscathed by age. Professor L. Weems, Department of Literature. Your heart skips a beat at the mere sight of her name. Noticing the door being cracked open, you push it open slightly more, hoping your search ends here.

Hunched over an antique desk, red-framed glasses perched on her nose with a pen spinning between her fingers, she doesn’t seem to notice the attention on her. It’s hard to pry yourself away from watching her, when holding her is seemingly moments away. Pushing the door the rest of the way open, you knock on the doorway with shaking knuckles.

A huff passes scarlet lips as Larissa peers up, a brief, disinterested gaze passing over her features. The pen in her hand stills, falling to the desk with a small clatter. Blue eyes widen as she stares unwaveringly at you. Fidgeting under her gaze, you smile nervously, “was- uh- was looking for professor Weems? Know her, by any chance?”

In no less than a blink, Larissa is rounding her desk at top speeds, crashing into your body as her arms wrap around your neck. Nearly falling into the hall, you just barely keep the two of you up, leaning into her to walk her backwards. One hand grips her waist as the other blindly reaches for the door to shut it, quickly coming back to bury into her hair. Your face tucks into her neck, brushing your nose against her skin, breathing her in.

“You’re here,” Larissa says quietly, disbelieving.

“I’m here,” you mumble against her warm skin, “couldn’t wait any longer.”

A sigh of relief passes plush lips, “and you didn’t think to tell me?”

“Surprise, it’s a noun,” you joke, pressing a soft kiss to the expanse of her neck, relishing in the way she shudders at the contact. There’s no reply except for her arms tightening around you, wordlessly telling you that this surprise is one she likes.

Pulling back from you suddenly, Larissa just stares at you, blue eyes taking in every feature, lingering on your lips before flicking back to your eyes. Your hand moves from her waist to cup her cheek, stroking soft skin that you’d been longing to touch. She takes the invitation, leaning forward to press delicate lips against your own, slow and savoring. Your tongue traces her lips, tasting earl grey and lipstick as she lets you in. No struggle or search for dominance, simply a familiar dance you’d both dearly missed. The hand in her hair stays in place, keeping her close as the other traces her cheekbone and jaw, memorizing the feeling of her skin. Every piece of you missed her, and all of those pieces felt healed the moment her lips touched yours.

Pulling away slowly, both of you keep your eyes closed, simply existing in this moment. It takes a while for either of you to move away, but you feel giddy seeing Larissa’s pink cheeks and smudged lipstick. Your thumb drifts to her lips, wiping away the mess you’ve made, ignoring that you are likely equally covered. Soft lips press into the pad of your thumb, gentle and sweet.

“I cannot believe you’re here,” she whispers into the small space between you, “I’ve missed you.”

“I missed you,” you reply at the same volume.

It takes two hours for the halls of Nevermore to empty, students retreating to their rooms or to the quad, finally allowing a chance for the two of you to leave Larissa’s office. Silence seems to come over the school, however frightening it may be when dealing with teenagers, though neither of you mind as you simply exist in the spacious office. After weeks of phone calls that lasted most of the night, quiet amazingly comes easy.

Only a soft hum from the blonde breaks the silence, twisting her wrist to check her watch. Turning towards you slightly, she keeps a soft volume as she speaks, “how would you like a tour?”

“That sounds perfect, I only got to see the foyer and this hall,” you answer, nudging into her shoulder softly. “Was on a mission, I didn’t really get a chance to explore.”

“Sorry about that, but we’re not supposed to have visitors here,” she explains, “the campus has essentially been on lockdown since the nineties.”

You chuckle, reaching a hand out to draw her in. Her fingers slide across your palm before gripping, letting you tug her closer, “in that case, security might be too lax. I got in no problem.”

“You what?” Larissa stiffens, looking at you bewildered.

“I drove right through the gate, walked right in, no one even noticed me,” you chuckle, “just walked on up.”

Her lips purse as she tries to hide the laugh building in her chest, leaning in more, “you read a child’s mind to find me, didn’t you?”

It’s impossible to hide the wry grin on your face, “potentially.”

“Potentially,” she mimics, amused.

—☽—

Nevermore has officially put Byron’s Home to shame.

Every hallway is covered in paintings, Latin engravings littering every shelf, moon phases in different corners. It makes you wish you never set foot in that brick schoolhouse all those years ago. The conservatory alone almost made you weep; crawling vines and shining moonflowers, the feasting venus flytraps, and, your favorite, bleeding hearts. Larissa stands back and watches as your fingers ghost over petals, pressing lightly against the flytraps full belly, all with a deep fascination behind your eyes.

“I can’t believe you have this,” your voice echoes quietly in the room, “it- it’s incredible.”

Her silence throws you, immediately turning. The lost look in her eyes makes you falter, and where your typical instinct is to read, you instead step closer.

“What’s wrong?” You ask, reaching to run your fingers over her knuckles that stay clutching her shirt.

There have been many times where Larissa wished for different abilities, or no abilities at all. Right now, however, she wished for nothing more than your ability. She wished she could reach into your mind and see how you saw the world, how you see the flowers, how you see her. Seeing you now, how you watch her with more reverence than you grant what, in her mind, is a greater beauty, she knows she has a window into the limitless path your consciousness takes.

“Nothing at all. I just have one more place in mind,” she answers, hand lifting to stroke your cheek, lingering against your oddly cool skin. You nod wordlessly, letting your fingers intertwine with hers.

Hand held in Larissa’s, you let her lead you through the halls. She pauses to peak around every corner, terrified the two of you would be caught. Leading forward, more like tugging, she brings you towards a spiraling staircase. Letting her go first, she enters into a massive room, cool but comfortable, dark enough to rely on distanced golden lamps.

Floor to ceiling bookshelves line everywall, the familiar Latin etched into stone and wood alike. Ancient Greek, Cyrillic, and Tamil, first and second editions of texts you thought you’d only ever see inaccurate translations of. Sections of different outcast abilities, poetry from around the world, fables of the inception of different classes. Most have an unfortunate layer of dust over them, long ignored in interest of the clearly loved young adult section.

“You’re really trying to make me jealous,” you say breathily, “this place is incredible.”

“These are my favorite sections,” Larissa admits shyly, “I spend hours of my day here and never see another soul. It’s peaceful.”

“All by your lonesome?” There’s a slight mockery in your tone, “not alone now, are you though?”

Red lips curve into a smile as you step closer to her, fingers grazing up her side, slipping around her back to tug her closer. Hands rise to cup your face, eyes hooded as she takes you in. Pupils blown and lip between your teeth, she doesn’t want to deny herself the view nor the pleasure. Leaning into your space, her nose brushes yours, lips just barely ghosting.

You know she’s teasing, even with closed eyes, you can sense her smile. Tilting, you capture her lips, sighing at the contact. The moment your tongue brushes her bottom lip, a switch in Larissa flips, pushing you back into the shelving behind you. Sliding from your face, her hands grip your waist, clutching with an unnecessary urgency. Meeting her pace, your fingers weave into her updo, pulling hairs loose as you try to keep her closer than she physically can manage.

The muffled boom of a door on the other side of the shelf forces you to jump apart, wide eyes looking at each other like deer in headlights. Cheeks puff as you try not to laugh, Larissa immediately pulls you out of the library, forcing you into a jog as you run towards a different end of the building.

—☽—

Carefully, she guides you upstairs, praying that no other teachers or students are around to see her sneaking someone in. Both of you struggle to keep your giggling in, the juvenile nature of it all making you fluttery.

Coming up to a white door, you see another plaque reading Dormitory Parent. Unlocking the door with a strong wiggle, Larissa motions for you to walk in first, quickly shutting the door behind her and latching it. Leaning against it, she lets out a sigh.

Larissa doesn’t get a chance to move closer before your lips press against hers once more. This time, neither of you waste a second, no longer nerved up by the chance of someone walking in again. Timid brushing of lips is forgone as her tongue bullies its way into your mouth, stroking yours with a gentle dominance that has your knees weak.

Wanting hands grip at her waist as she pushes her backwards, leading you further into her quarters until you’re backed into a wall. Lips move from yours and trail down your chin to your neck, teeth passing over your pulse. A groan leaves your lips, hands scrambling to pull Larissa back to your lips, missing them greatly in the seconds they’ve been apart from yours. Feeling her smile against you makes your heart clench, needing more, anything she’s willing to give.

Pulling back from her lips only enough to speak, you ask, “bedroom?”

There’s no reply, only you being tugged from the wall and walked backwards further into the room. You’re so lost in her, her lips, her hands, her tongue, everything. The feeling of dropping onto the mattress is what brings you back in, eyes cracking open to see a lightly panting Larissa above you, lips parted and kiss-swollen. Lapis eyes flick over your face, expression similar to the one she wore when she first saw you, right on the cusp of relief and disbelief. She’s not unlike a goddess viewing her devotee.

Taking her moment of distraction as a tool for your benefit, you flip the two of you, happily taking in the new view of her beneath you. Hair of white gold splaying over the pillows, eyes wide, skin flushed, and entirely beautiful, Larissa Weems is a gift for your eyes only. The hand on her hip slides up, pushing the fabric of her dress with them as they climb. It’s a silent question, or more of a silent begging, hands impatient to feel her.

Larissa’s head rises off the pillow, lips pushing into yours, her hands going to yours to push them even higher, dress inching up more and more. As she wishes, you lift her dress, hands finding solace on plush thighs, laying your body between her legs. The familiarity of it makes you moan into her mouth, pure want running through your veins.

Hands close in on the lace covering her, lips moving to her neck for a chance to breathe, “can I take this off?”

“Yes,” she answers in a whiny tone, lifting herself off the mattress slightly.

You carefully, thought quickly, lower the zipper. Larissa strips the dress off her torso, letting your wanting hands take care of the rest. The world stops for a moment as you look down at her, skin luminescent against dark sheets, constellations of freckles dotted across her chest.

The blush crawling up her neck brings you back in, and you haphazardly shrug off your jacket and tear off your own shirt. Leaning back down, you forgo her lips to kiss down her neck, reveling in her skin beneath yours. Larissa moans softly as her hands wander down your back, around your torso, tugging at your belt, and you're quick to head her command. Greedy hands pull you back down on the bed, gripping at warm skin as your lips take purchase on her neck again.

Laying her back, you continue your path down, fingers taking her bra straps down with you. Eyes peek up to hers, silently asking permission. Larissa arches into you in response, and your lips wrap around a rosey nipple. Nails dig into your back as she moans beneath you, hips bucking against your. Satisfying her desire, you place a thigh between her legs as you continue to lavish her chest with affection.

An already soaked white thong becomes absolutely ruined as Larissa grinds steadily against your thigh, moaning huskily into open air. Continuing down, your thigh moves away as you near her heat. Fingers curling around the band of her panties, you pause, “may I?”

“Please, darling,” Larissa replies breathily, mouth hanging open as you toss the fabric across the room.

Mouthing at her thighs, you suck harder as you get closer, red marks painted across a white canvas. Reaching her slick pussy, your mouth nearly waters at the sight, descending on her immediately. Her hips rock just as quickly, trying to ride your face as your tongue swipes through her folds. Savory wetness covers your chin, nose just barely rubbing against her clit.

Tilting up, you allow your lips to wrap around her button, sucking gently. The gasps Larissa emits above you only egg you on further, hand moving from her thigh to her entrance. Your middle finger slowly pushes into her, pumping carefully before adding your index. Her walls grip your fingers snugly, trying to keep you there. Her hips never still, and you force them down with your free hand as you focus your attention on her.

Alternating between sucking and licking her clit, combined with your fingers increasing pace inside her, has Larissa’s voice growing horse, moans turning to pitchy whines. Long legs wrap around your body, holding you snugly against.

Heavy whimpers fall from her lips. “Please,” she begs, “more, baby, please.”

Denying her when she’s asking so nicely, so prettily? You could never. Your ring finger lines with the others, pressing into her quickly. The stretch makes Larissa cry out above you, heels digging deeper into your back as your tongue swirled around her sex. It takes little time for her breathing to grow hoarse, mouth hanging open as her eyes squeeze shut.

Her breath hitches and hips still, essence coating your fingers as you watch her chest rise and fall rapidly, eyes finally reopening. Slowing your fingers, you retract from her, but in no way are you done just yet. Letting go of her clit with a small pop, you drag your tongue down to languidly traverse her folds, taking in her full taste.

Probing inside her, you relish in the breathy whine that comes from her throat. Pulling back, you flatten your tongue, swiping across her cunt. Trailing up, passing her navel, the dip in her ribs, you take a quick pass over her nipple, swirling softly. Grabby hands pull at you, tugging you back to her lips. Moaning at her own taste, Larissa’s body arches into you, heat brushing over your thigh once again.

Hand trailing up from her thigh, you pull back from her lips, offering your fingers in place of your tongue. Fading red lips wrap around your digits, her own tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing. You can feel your eyes glazing over as you watch her greedily taste herself, gently and unknowingly grinding on your thigh.

Letting go, Larissa takes your stupor to flip you over. Staring down with cool blue eyes with a mysterious fire. Wandering lower and lower, they trace over your own underwear, slick from pleasing her. The whimper you let out only eggs her on, rubbing you over the fabric.

“Riss…” you manage out, already breathless from her touch, “baby…”

A low hum leaves her throat, hand sliding under to make contact with you. Long fingers slide through wetness as lips attach themselves to your neck. Two fingers slide into you, slowly, her thumb makes tight, firm circles over your clit, making you keen into her. The pressure building in your core, that had been steadily growing since the library, feels so overwhelming with her all over you now.

Feeling you trying to ride her slow hand, she speeds up, taking over for you as your moans quickly become airy. Under her lips, she feels your heart beating wildly. For her. All for her.

Her scent, her taste, her hands, her tongue, all of her was all over you. Her teeth scrape against your skin as her fingers curl, making you groan. The hand not in her hair splays across her back, desperate to keep her close. Feeling the want dripping from you, her fingers speed up, almost bullying gummy walls that cling to her.

Tugging her by her hair, you bring her to your lips. Open mouth and messy, you’re barely kissing, just moaning into her mouth as she presses harder to your button, bucking into her hand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel embarrassed about how quickly she got you here, how quickly you’ve become putty beneath her.

Deciding she needs to taste her hard work sooner rather than later, her fingers just barely spread inside you, stretching you. The motion makes you erupt in a silent scream, clinging more to her as you feel the coil in your stomach begin to snap.

“C’mon darling,” she husks against your throat, “give it to me. I know you want to.”

Her words are your undoing, the sheer need in her voice and the feeling of her inside you was enough to snap the band. The whines from you turn into breathy pants, hands on Larissa still holding her close as her fingers slow. As she tries to remove them, you close your legs around her wrist, locking her in place. Her lips drag up your neck, capturing your own, sighing into your mouth as your fingers scratch gently at her scalp.

Lazy kisses last until the post-orgasm warmth leaves your body, shivering slightly at the cool air that you can finally feel tickling your skin. Legs unclamp her hand, allowing her to draw back. You nearly cum on the spot watching her suck your release off, moaning softly against her own fingers.

“Keep doing that and you’re not leaving this bed for a week,” you mumble beneath her.

She chuckles, rolling off to lay on the bed beside you, “I can’t say I’d be opposed.”

Just facing her, watching her chest rise and fall, rosy cheeks slowly returning to their normal color, you’re in awe. Freshly fucked and still perfect, Larissa Weems is a miracle. Laying on your side, you trace your fingers up and down her side, following the path of silver stretch marks and faint freckles. You push yourself forward, pressing yourself into her warm body, adoring how her arms immediately wrap around you.

“I missed you,” she whispers, as if she’s not sure you’d share her sentiment.

You press a kiss to her collarbone, “I missed you more.”

There’s a few minutes of silence before you feel Larissa chuckle beneath you. You hum in question. She squeezes you briefly, “would you like dinner?”

Another pause. You both giggle as you try to walk out of the room with a small waver in your steps.

—☽—

When your eyes open, you think it’s the sun cracking through the curtain that pulls you from the depths of slumber. A piercing ring breaks through the tiredness, bringing your attention to your phone. Your groan is met in tandem by Larissa’s, who shoves her head into her pillow further, arm tightening around your waist. Stretching in her grasp, you mentally prepare for what you know is coming. The little shit has a radar.

“No,” you say the moment you bring the phone to your ear.

“Oh sweet angel, I miss how nice you are,” Parker sing-songs, “did I wake you from your slutty slumber?”

“Yes, both of us. Dick,” you grumble, “you have zero consideration.”

“Give my real friend the phone, I’m done with you,” he says, though you know he’ll never leave you alone. Even when you eventually die.

“Baby, it’s for you,” you say as you pull the phone away from your ear. Larissa peeks one eye at you, clearly irritated. Parker, you mouth. You wish it wasn’t so endearing how quickly she perked up. Sitting up, she nods, motioning for you to put her on speaker.

“Hello, Parker,” she utters through a yawn.

“My love! How are you? Achy? Tired? In need of a better lover?”

“I’m great,” Larissa chuckles, “and yes, yes, and no, most definitely not.” Her eyes stay on you as she answers, peeking down at your lovingly annoyed expression.

The rest of the call is simply Parker talking at Larissa, rather than to her, while you shake your head at his antics. Curling back into her side, you let them talk as you watch her face. She seems at ease, a stark contrast from the stressed Larissa you’d seen when you first looked in her office. She’s less imposing, loose hair and smudged makeup, a smile playing on her lips as she listens to Parker’s plans for a surprise two month anniversary gift for Max.

In the walls of her bedroom. In bed with you. Breathing the same air. Perfection lies beside you.

note: if i could rewrite the entirety of part one i would. but i guess that shows growth in writing or whatever

feedback appreciated as always

[bc-jpeg]

hello i love your art so much, do you perhaps have any tips on character design bc yours are so distinct to me? thank you <3

tysm, anon! I'm glad you like my designs, since you decided to ask me for tips <:D

actually, I don't consider myself very skilled in creating character designs, and I don't really feel like i’m focusing on this in my work, but from the outside view I really like watching this area in my favorite media. I don't know if I can give really working tips, they may not be suitable at all for your creative process and character vision.

here I’ll talk more about creating a design based on an existing image, like minecraft skins, where everything is shown in a very minimalistic way originally and you just have to work from it.

I try to focus as much as possible on the feeling of "is this thing actually suitable for the character or not?", trying to create some kind of composition in the overall design of the character so that everything is in its right place. and that's it, I guess..

I don’t like frequent themed designs that changes every arc/season/smth. in my opinion, yes, it can be beautiful, but it doesn't work at all in my head. some characters TEND to change clothes frequently, sometimes it's literally a character feature that explained by the plot, but it’s not for everyone, I feel. instead, I try to change the original design a little bit for various occasions. especially when you have a base of specific items of clothing, it's a lot of fun to try to keep the same clothes, but changing the shape, details, etc.

I don't like changing the canonical design much, for me it feels wrong by default. but it's still fun to adapt things to your own vision, the main thing is not to get carried away. these frames of the canon makes you think outside the box always, I love it.

logic and practicality are also important to me, simply because that's how I live my life. I’ll obviously choose something practical and comfortable for a daily physical work or a survival games, rather than something fancy. BUT at the same time, I want to do some ordinary practical details fancy still, because it's interesting in the context of practical design.

this doesn’t mean that I’ll assert every detail only on the logic basis, but most often it is so. I like the thinking process itself, how I can adapt a thing so that it works in design both visually and practically and works for the character’s essence.

+ personally, I really like asymmetry in designs, it looks interesting

therefore, I will probably highlight from my entire answer:

— focus on your sense of character, but do not forget about logic and practicality, it’s so useful sometimes.

— try to analyze the character as much as possible so that you can convey many features through their design. shapes and colors are the ultimate basis.

— often look at the design in full picture, so you don’t get some overloaded parts, otherwise the whole design falls apart

[sources with universal advices from professional character designers who have been in their industry for a long time will be useful here, you can find many videos on this topic on youtube]

— references. save as many references as you want, scroll through the pinterest feed at least once a day, there are many unexpected details that can be used to create a character design. artbooks for various media are a very cool thing for this, I dream of a collection of such books.

— if I work on something from scratch, it’s easy to draw a multiple versions of the same design, with some changes, just to see which of them is working the most. also always trying to analyse each of them, “what I like about this version? and what about that?” and etc. after the time you can find a perfect combo of each criteria you like from every versions.

— sometimes also you just have to give it a time, if you doubt some parts of the design.

I tried to think on something more to add here, but for now that’s it-

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hi hello I love your writing

maybe you could do that Donna and reader are already in a relationship but nobody knows. but they have to stay Dimitrescus castle and after a couple days Daniela wants to play matchmaker with Donna and reader. After a few attempts and failing to get her sisters involved Daniela feels so confident that she’s making progress with her matchmaking and reader and Donna think it’s funny and play along. Of course soon after Daniela breaks into readers room bc she thinks there’s another woman in her bed but it’s Donna.

Yes!!! Thank you for your request!!! I hope you like it and sorry about the language mistakes!!! :)))

Matchmaking

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

Word count: 5,531

Summary:  A storm made you to stay at the Dimitrescu castle with your secret girlfriend.... What could go wrong?

N/A: Sorry about the language mistakes!!! Requests are open!!! I'm waiting yours!!! I love you all!!! :))

“Cherries, oranges...” You said quietly, reviewing the order you always brought to the castle. No matter how long you had been the village's fruit supplier, you still didn't get used to being treated with respect among the Lords. “I think everything is there.”

The maid accompanying you glanced at the baskets and nodded with a smile.

“The lady says that the apples you brought last week were excellent,” young Ingrid commented, making your pride fly through the air.

“Oh, that's good, I guess,” you commented amused, crossing off the tasks completed in your small notebook.

“Of course, (Y/N), I highly doubt you'd still be here if they weren't,” the maid laughed, amused. You blinked, feeling a knot in your stomach. Sometimes you forgot who you worked for.

“Yeah...” You sighed, picking up a small one with homemade jams.

“It was a joke,” the girl said, embarrassed for having reminded you that one mistake and all the blood in your body would disappear. You smiled and nodded understandingly, before the creaking of the door caught your attention.

“Oh, Lady Beneviento,” the maid said bowing politely to the black figure that entered the warehouse.

The mystery woman nodded and you had to try hard to hide a smile and the rapid beating of your heart.

“Ingrid,” you said, drawing the attention of the maid, who was still crestfallen, intimidated by the presence of the doll maker. “You should inform Alcina of her arrival, right?” You asked, raising an eyebrow, to which the young woman nodded profusely, leaving the warehouse.

You looked at the door to see that the maid had left and approached the lady in black, who also seemed a bit nervous.

“You honor me with your presence,” you whispered, biting your lip and taking a cherry from the basket, walking petulantly towards the lady, who laughed shyly under her veil. “You should try this… It is one of the best I have ever delivered.”

With the smile not leaving your face, you reached under the black veil, popping the cherry into the lady's mouth, who laughed again, reaching out to reach your hand and hold it, swaying.

After looking at both sides, checking that no one was there, you approached slowly, lifting the black veil and kissing the Lord’s lips slowly, something that made her gasp and bring her hands to your face, walking erratically until your back collided with a wall.

“Have you missed me, Donna?” You asked lovingly, contemplating her beauty, the beauty of her smile. She nodded, before attacking your lips again with a slightly rougher, more eager kiss.

“Did you think about what I proposed to you?” She asked in a low voice, lowering her hands to your waist.

You smiled even wider and pretended to roll your eyes.

“I don't know... Leaving my filthy cabin to live in a mansion with the woman of my life...” You murmured, hanging from her neck, soaking yourself in her lavender perfume.

“What do you have to think?! Say yes and let's go to the castle, I want to play with the girls,” the Angie doll said, impatiently tugging at her owner's dress.

“Angie, you always have to ruin the romance, huh?” You protested, shaking your head. The lady's pale hand diverted your gaze back to her, who was waiting for your response even more impatiently than the doll.

“So? What do you say, tesoro?” She asked again, approaching your lips.

“Mm, if you call me tesoro again, I won't think too much about it,” you joked, caressing her cheek and making her bite her lip.

“I can call you more things...” She whispered in your ear, leaning her body against yours in that cold warehouse.

“What kind of things?” You asked back, trying not to get too hot. The lady in black opened her mouth to say something that would probably send shivers down your spine, but she regretted it when footsteps began to be heard in the snow.

“Oh, it smells like a maid,” you murmured, kissing the back of her hand and turning away from her just as Ingrid entered the room again.

“Lady Dimitrescu is waiting for you, Lady Beneviento,” she said with heavy breathing. “And for you too, (Y/N).”

You both nodded and followed the young woman up the hill that led to the castle.

It seemed crazy, unlikely, but the trust the village Lords had placed in you had unforeseen consequences.

You were used to walking to the distant estate on your errands and it didn't take you too long to get used to Donna Beneviento. Strange, disturbed and... A terribly beautiful woman.

The visits became longer and longer, until finally, that curiosity you felt was relieved, you saw her face hidden and immediately afterwards, you showed that you felt something for her with a kiss. The feeling was reciprocal, obviously, something you sensed from her nervous way of speaking to you and those eternal teas that seemed to have no end.

It could be great news, that love you were waiting for, but, even if it was, and you were convinced that it was, there were still small formalities to clarify.

Donna was shy, too shy. For some reason no one but you, well, and Angie, knew about your relationship. Maybe out of fear that Mother Miranda wouldn't approve it, or maybe because Donna didn't want to tell anyone because... Well, you didn't know why exactly. You didn't care, you were okay with it and besides, you didn't want to be the center of rumors in the village, at least until you moved in with her, which was already imminent.

“Why is my sister waiting for you?” The lady in black asked with that tone that showed the jealousy she felt. You couldn't blame her. Until she met you, she was terribly lonely. It wasn't her fault that she didn't know exactly how human relationships worked.

You looked at her out of the corner of your eyes, suppressing the urge to take her hand, and pointed to the small basket you were carrying.

“Jam,” you whispered always careful for the maid to not hear you. Donna was very good at it but you... Not so much.

“You've never brought jam to me,” Donna protested, you assumed, looking at you curiously.

“When I move in with you, I'll do it every day,” you whispered, moving your hand so it brushed hers, causing another shy laugh to come out of her veil. “Which flavor is your favorite?”

“Mm, well, I...” She began to whisper, before a terrible crash interrupted her. It seemed like thunder.

“Uh, oh... It looks bad,” you said, looking at the black clouds in the sky, which had abruptly darkened it. Donna looked up and extended her hand to check if it was raining.

“I don't think it's raining,” you said, resuming your walk before, as if it were a shower, a thin curtain of water began to bathe you. “Oh, wow…”

“Let's go inside, quickly!” Ingrid screamed, now running up the hill.

You both nodded and, picking up the Angie doll from the ground, you ran towards the castle before getting completely wet.

“For Gods’ sake...” You said, helping the maid to close the doors. The rain was merciless and tireless. “Thank goodness this was my last assignment.”

Donna nodded, checking that her dress hadn't gotten too wet.

“Are you okay Don... I mean, Lady Beneviento?” You asked, correctly placing the veil of the woman in black, who discreetly nodded.

“It seems that the storm has caught you,” a deep voice said, Alcina Dimitrescu, who was waiting for you at the entrance, with a seductive smile, as always.

“Yes, my lady,” the maid said, bowing her head. The lady in white smiled and directed her gaze towards you.

“(Y/N), punctual as always,” she murmured with that sensual tone, making Donna couldn't help but cough to let out a little of her annoyance. “Donna, you have come too…”

“Yes, my lady... The jam,” you said kindly, glancing askance at the jealous lady in black and bringing the basket to Alcina.

The lady of the castle picked it up and looked inside with a satisfied smile.

“Good job, little bird,” she told you with a subtle, but terribly seductive gesture.

“Um, yeah, I...Okay, I'm leaving,” you said nervously, not wanting to prolong poor and insecure Donna's suffering any longer.

“Why are you such in a hurry?” Alcina asked mockingly. “It's raining heavily out there. I wouldn't want anything to happen to my favorite fruit supplier. Besides, Donna and I were going to have tea, weren't we?”

“Be careful about what you say, sister, (Y/N) is...” Angie hissed, pointing an accusing wooden finger at the lady in white, who raised her eyebrows.

“Angie, shut up,” Donna snapped.

“Yes, yes, shut up, you kind of talking furniture... The girls are already in the room, I'm sure you have a lot of things to talk to them about,” Alcina said, ignoring that curious threat that caused you to blush. “Anyway, will you come with me, ladies?”

The two of you walked in silence through the corridors of the castle. It wasn't the first time you stayed there drinking tea and avoiding Alcina's flirtation, but of course, Donna didn't know that.

“My lady, the tapestries you commissioned for,” a maid said, interrupting your walk, giving you an opportunity to ask Donna a question that made you tremble.

“Angie's not going to snitch, is she?” You whispered, getting closer to the lady in black, who was maintaining a stoic pose. She looked at you briefly and shook her head.

“No, you can be sure,” Donna whispered with that soft, hoarse voice that made your heart calm down.

“You're talking behind my back, huh?” Alcina interrupted, amused, making you both immediately stand at attention, comically shaking your head, serving only to make the tall lady laugh sinisterly.

That tea was strange. The sound of rain bounced against the glass while the clock on the wall emphasized your boredom. In another corner of the room, the Dimitrescu sisters' laughter with Angie bounced off the walls. You liked them, and you wouldn't have minded spending that time with them instead of sitting in silence over a cup of tea.

“Well, now I really have to go,” you said, finishing your cup in one gulp and getting up from the couch.

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N), it's still raining,” Alcina muttered, lighting a cigarette.

You looked at Donna looking for some complicity. Like every afternoon, your daily romantic dinner awaited.

“Yes, I... I'm leaving too,” the lady in black said, standing up next to you, earning you a curious and suspicious look from Alcina.

“What are you two up to?” She asked curiously, studying your trembling posture.

“Nothing,” you said in unison, sounding even more suspicious. Alcina stood up, approaching in an intimidating manner and leaning down to look at you closer, looking for something that would give you away. You knew that the lady of the castle was anything but naive.

“Then stop acting like you do and put your asses on the couch. No one leaves. The storm is getting worse and dangerous. I will tell the maids to make dinner. Tonight you will stay here.”

“But, but...” Donna murmured, nervous.

“No buts, Donna. If Mother Miranda finds out I left my youngest sister alone in such a terrible storm she will punish me by having to put up with that idiot Heisenberg at the next meeting. And as for you... (Y/N), I'm not going to put those delicious jams in danger.”

The two of you looked at each other and shrugged, sitting back down as the lady in white disappeared with an elegant step.

“I think she knows, Donna,” you murmured, eyes glued to the door.

“You think so?” She asked, getting closer, but keeping the distance, with that tone and that discreet look.

“If she doesn’t, what does that mean?” You insisted. She shrugged again.

“Well, so what if she knows?” Donna asked, with a slightly firmer tone. Of course, if Alcina suspected that there was something between you two, the shadow of Donna’s jealousy would disappear from her mind. It wasn't such a bad thing.

“You're jealous, huh?” You joked, giving your lover a nudge that startled her, making her shake the head in an exaggerated way.

“No,” she said dryly, giving herself away.

“Yes, yes, you are...” You hummed, moving closer.

“Stai zitto...” She murmured, crossing her arms, avoiding your gaze.

“You see? You've gotten nervous,”  you mocked, raising and lowering your eyebrows. She shook her head again.

“You make me nervous, (Y/N),” she protested, just before your little game was interrupted by an irritating porcelain puppet.

“Aren't we going home?” Angie asked, curiously.

“No, Angie. We'll stay here tonight,” her owner explained, still breathing hard from that conversation.

“Good!” The doll celebrated. “(Y/N), do you play poker?” She asked you, pulling at your clothes.

“Bet lei with a bunch of bloodsucking flies? What a plan...” You joked, standing up, but not before winking at your girlfriend, who shivered angrily at your teasing.

The three Dimitrescu sisters were… Curious. They may have seemed like three normal girls, but they weren't. They could terrify anyone. But fortunately, they always liked you and that gave you a certain sense of immunity.

Time passed and the coins went from one place to another on the old carpet. As if looking for a miracle, from time to time your head turned towards the window, hoping that it would stop raining. Luck did not smile on you in that regard.

“I'm bored...” Daniela Dimitrescu protested, plopping down on the sofa next to Donna, after having lost countless games.

“That's because you're a loser,” Bela, another of the sisters, murmured, studying her cards cautiously. You smiled knowingly.

“Cass, tell her something, she called me a loser again,” the girl protested, sitting upright and squeezing her fists.

“We can deny the truth, Dani. Don't you think so, (Y/N)?” The most serene of the three, Cassandra, told you. You smiled, but shook your head, placing your cards down.

“I prefer not to say anything. I like the blood running through my veins,” you joked, sighing, hoping again for a miracle so the rain would disappear. It didn’t do it.

“Let's play something different,” Daniela interrupted again.

“What?” You asked, studying the traps of your playmates. You knew that with them, it was impossible to win, but, to see how they tried to trick, amused you.

“Hide and seek?” Angie asked, excitedly, which made your body shake with terror. No, not again...

The young Dimitrescu's gaze was directed towards Donna, who was sewing calmly, without disturbing, as absent as ever. A sinister smile caught her attention as the girl approached her, wrapping her shoulders.

“Let's play to find a girlfriend for Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, without any shame. The lady in black stirred, trying to get out of her grasp without success.

“Oh, come on, Dani. Leave her alone,” Cassandra protested, shaking her head.

“It can be funny, don't you think?” The young Dimitrescu sang, looking at you in a funny way. You had to hold back your laughter.

“Yes, yes, a girlfriend... Doesn't that sound fun, (Y/N)?” Angie said in a dark voice, looking at you psychotically.

“Shut up, Angie,” you growled, trying not to let the rest to find out. The doll laughed irritatingly and ran to the lap of her owner, who was surely wishing that the earth would swallow her.

“If Aunt Donna wants to be alone, you have to respect that, Dani,” Bela said. “Don't you think, (Y/N)?”

“Of course,” you said, your voice trembling from the attack of laughter that threatened to give you away.

“But that's very boring!” Daniela shouted, shaking your girlfriend by her shoulders. “Wouldn't you like to have a girlfriend, Aunt Donna?”

“Um, I...” The lady in black stammered, crumpling the fabric she was sewing in her hands.

“Mother says that someone to warm your bed always comes in handy,” young vampire said the, making you have to cough to hide a laugh.

“Daniela!” The other two sisters screamed, annoyed by her sister's impudence.

“(Y/N), you were single, right?” The girl asked, approaching you and releasing poor Donna from her grasp.

“Me? Yes, I’m...” You whispered, starting to be uncomfortable in that situation.

“Oh... Interesting, come on,” Daniela said, pulling your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the couch and sitting next to the lady in black, who moved to get away from your body, which she didn't want to do.

“Aunt Donna, (Y/N). (Y/N), Aunt Donna,” Daniela said, pointing at you in a kind of strange introduction. “Come on, come on, shake your hands.”

With the black veil covering her face to know her expression was impossible, but the most sensible thing was to obey that curious order. You reached out your hand towards hers and shook it half-heartedly, noticing how poor Donna was already starting to sweat.

“Well, you know each other,” Daniela said, satisfied, nodding and sitting in an armchair in front of you.

“We already knew each other, Daniela,” you said amused, leaning back on the couch with a curious look.

“Did you? Well, This is even better,” she responded, putting her legs up on the couch and sitting down childishly.

“Daniela…. Leave them alone…” Bela protested. “Mother is going to be angry…”

“Shut up, you boring thing!” Her sister screeched in response. “Aunt Donna, did you know that (Y/N) makes some delicious jams?”

Donna looked at you and then nodded.

“I had heard something about it,” the doll maker whispered, with an almost imperceptible voice. The vampire smiled pleased at the answer and put on a thoughtful look.

“(Y/N), did you know that Donna cooks very well?” She asked you, making an indiscreet smile appear on your face, nodding slowly.

“I had heard something about it,” you whispered, imitating your lover's response, something that surely made her laugh behind that horrible veil.

“Well, it's clear isn't it? You know, jam, cooking... The two things together could be interesting,” Daniela commented, as if she really didn't know what she meant. She wasn't the best matchmaker, of course, but you had to admit this kind of game was pretty interesting.

“I guess so,” you said amused, glancing at the lady in black, who seemed more relaxed.

“Yes, yes, that's the spirit!” Daniela said satisfied, joining her hands.

“Daniela, you're going to...” Cassandra murmured.

The young woman ignored her sister's protests and continued looking at you curiously, looking for a way to get you to agree on something. In reality you did, you both loved each other madly.

Daniela got up from the armchair, pacing from side to side. The Angie doll had serious problems holding back her laughter, just like you. The young woman approached you, perching on the couch and holding your chin so you could look at the woman in black.

“Look, Donna. (Y/N) is a pretty girl, right?” She asked with a childish voice, seductive at the same time.

The lady in black stared at you for a moment, you assumed with that tender look, that look that made you fall completely in love with her.

“She is,” Donna whispered in a scandalously low volume, but perceptible to Daniela, who smiled widely, letting you free from her too-strong grip.

“Well, I... I have never seen Aunt Donna’s face. I don't know what she looks like, but Mother told me that...” The young Dimitrescu murmured confused by having to explain the beauty of Donna that you weren’t supposed to know.

“That's enough,” Bela said, getting up from the floor and dragging her sister away from the couch under your watchful gaze. “Dani, you already know that Aunt Donna is very sensitive, mother says that she can suffer a crisis if we are not careful with what we say.”

“It doesn't matter. It's okay,” Donna herself interrupted, to the astonishment and triumph of the two sisters.

You were also surprised by that reaction. You didn't think it was possible, but she seemed to be enjoying this curious conversation.

“I'm sure she's a beautiful woman... The most beautiful woman in the world...” You whispered tenderly, leaning towards Donna, who laughed shyly.

You couldn't see it, but you were sure that behind that black fabric, there were rosy cheeks.

“You see? You see? It's working,” Daniela said, with a tone of victory, curing her tongue mockingly at her sister, who rolled her eyes, lying down again on the floor next to Cassandra.

“The only thing that will work is mother's punishment when she finds out that you are playing with your aunt and the fruit girl,” Cassandra murmured, laughing amused.

Daniela protested by stamping her feet on the floor, but she immediately relaxed, turning towards you again.

“Don't call her fruit girl,” she protested, “She'll be your aunt too.”

You covered your mouth to hide your laughter and took advantage of that small moment of distraction to caress Donna's hand discreetly, which made her shiver and return the caress slowly, running a finger along the back of your hand.

“Yes, yes, whatever you say...” Cassandra whispered, listlessly.

“Oh, look Dani, look!” Angie shouted, pointing to your clasped hands, causing you to separate instantly. “How cute!”

“Damn devilish doll,” you hissed, embarrassed, even more when the young Dimitrescu's face lit up.

“Keep going, keep going, you were doing very well,” she commented happily, joining your hands again. “Wow, I must have an innate talent…”

“Yes, for the problems,” Bela murmured, shaking her head.

“They were caressing their hands!” Daniela shouted, hitting her sister on the head, who looked at her furiously.

“Angie, shut up now,” you growled at the puppet, who sat between you, swinging her legs. The doll just tilted her head, thus saying that she didn't plan to do it.

“They like each other, I'm sure,” Daniela protested, engaged in a ridiculous fight with her sister. “You’re envious.”

“Envious? Come down from the clouds, little sister,” Bela said, fighting with her sister in a comical way.

“What a mess we made, huh, darling?” You whispered to your girlfriend, who nodded in amusement while your hand rested on her cheek, underneath the black fabric.

“Stop that now!” Cassandra shouted, trying to separate the vampires.

“Fight, fight, fight!” Angie encouraged, paying more attention to the fight, and not to your discreet caresses.

“Girls!” A deep voice interrupted that chaos, Alcina. “What the hell are you doing?”

“Nothing, mother,” they said agitatedly, standing at attention in front of her mother, but not before elbowing each other several times.

“Well... Ladies, dinner is served,” Alcina said elegantly, gesturing for you to get up.

Again, and followed by the three sisters and a couple of maids, you walked through the corridors, heading towards the dining room.

“(Y/N)?” A familiar voice asked, putting a hand on your shoulder. A maid, an old friend of yours surprised you, just when you were going to whisper something to your girlfriend.

“Mihaela, nice to see you,” you said with a smile, causing the lady in black to stop, turning around curiously.

“Yes, well, I've been in the castle for quite some time now and...” She began to explain, grabbing your arms affectionately, before a black cloud pounced on you.

“No, stay back!” Daniela screeched, as she materialized and pushed the maid out of your reach, sticking her tongue out at her. “Out, out, out,” she repeated, making the maid turn away, bow her head, and run away.

“Hey, she was my friend,” you protested, letting yourself be guided back to Donna, who was waiting patiently for you.

“No friends, (Y/N),” the young Dimitrescu said, taking your arm and wrapping it in that of the woman in black, who sighed... Satisfied?

“How good it has been for you,” You joked, without letting her arm go, walking in front of Daniela, who was watching you tirelessly.

“Who was that cagna?” She asked hatefully, whispering with a clenched fist. Jealousy again.

“A friend, Donna. She was my best friend for a while,” you explained, trying to make your words only audible to her. “Nothing you need to worry about.”

“Well, ladies, take a seat,” Alcina said, spreading her arms on the dining room table.

“Here, here (Y/N)!”Daniela screamed, gesturing for you to go over there, right to the chair next to Donna’s, how predictable.

With a comically chivalrous gesture, the young Dimitrescu sat you in the chair, under the furious and attentive gaze of her sisters.

The dinner was silent, despite Daniela's continuous glances, as she sat mysteriously in front of you, studying each of your gestures.

“Lady Dimitrescu, would you be so kind as to bring me the wine?” You asked kindly. As the lady nodded and grabbed the bottle, the rebellious hand of her daughter interrupted her.

“Wait, mother,” Daniela said, offering the wine to Donna. “Come on, Aunt Donna, (Y/N) wants more wine.”

Alcina looked at her with a frown as the lady in black, with trembling hands, poured some wine into your glass.

“Thank you, doll face...” You whispered, making the bottle almost slip through her sweaty hands.

“What are you playing now, Daniela?” The lady of the castle asked, oblivious to the hand that slid under the table, your hand in Donna's, calming her nerves with soft caresses.

“Aunt Donna and (Y/N) like each other, mother. I think that thanks to me they can be…” the young vampire explained, which caused a laugh from her sister Cassandra.

“Oh, is it true?” The lady asked in a dark voice, as if somehow your suspicions were true and she had known about you for a long time, which was quite likely.

“It's Daniela, mother, she's been bothering Aunt Donna and (Y/N) all the time,” Bela complained, with a look of superiority.

“I haven't bothered them, I'm sure they'll fall in love,” Daniela said, getting up from the table. Alcina continued watching you in a funny way.

“What stupid things my girls say, right, ladies?” Alcina asked in a soft voice, with that sinister smile.

“Yes, yes...” Donna murmured, not letting your hand go under the table.

Finally, and after an uncomfortable and funny dinner at the same time, it was time to sleep. The storm had not let up all the time, the idea of ​​​​spending a night, perhaps a special one with Donna had long since disappeared from your head.

“There, (Y/N), you will stay in that bedroom. Surely inside you will find something to wear,” the lady of the castle told you, opening the door of an old room.

“Thank you, my lady,” you said kindly, wanting to get into bed and forget that day, well, think about that day.

“Donna, you'll stay in this one, okay?” The lady in white murmured, opening the door in front of yours.

Your girlfriend nodded slowly.

“Do me a favor, ladies...” Alcina murmured, walking slowly, turning to look at you over her shoulder. “Don't make too much noise, I'm a light sleeper.”

“What?” You asked when the lady turned the corner.

“She knows, now I'm sure,” Donna said, nervously playing with her hands.

“Well, it doesn't matter,” you said, gently grabbing them, playing with them, getting closer to her.

“What a day, huh?” You joked, passing your hand under her veil, caressing her hot cheek from due to the blush. She nodded, linking her hand to yours.

“Maybe we should tell everyone,” she commented.

“Yes, maybe, before Daniela undresses us and puts us in a bed,” you joked, making Donna step back, overwhelmed by that insinuation.

“Well, I hope that doesn't happen,” she stammered, revealing her nervousness about the step you had not yet taken in your relationship.

“Do you? Well, I partly wish so...” You whispered seductively, lifting her veil and kissing her tenderly on the lips. “Anyway, good night, Donna.”

“Good night.”

You got into bed going over the events of the day. The lightning illuminated the room and the rain from the glass accentuated how sinister it was to be in that castle. You smiled, amused by Daniela's attitude towards you. According to Donna, she had been doing that kind of things for a while.

A noise at the door, a few silent knocks, caught your attention, causing your heart to beat quickly, scared.

“(Y/N), open the door, it's me,” the unmistakable accent and the softness of Donna's voice sent a flow of relief to your body, making you discreetly open it so the lady in black could pass by, already with her hair down and a kind of sleeping dress.

“What are you doing here at this hour, miss?” You asked amused, hanging on to her neck and attacking her mercilessly with your kisses. She laughed gasping for your tireless kisses, for all those kisses you would have given her if it weren't for that stupid storm.

“I wanted to see you,” Donna explained, pulling you onto the bed and getting into it.

“See me? What's wrong, are you cold?” You asked jokingly, joining her under her covers.

“My life is very cold without you,” she whispered affectionately, being the one who kissed you at that moment, enjoying the warmth of your bodies under the sheets.

“Mmm,” you purred, moved by her almost sickly romanticism. “Say it again, but in Italian...” she asked playfully. Donna laughed and leaned closer to your ear.

“La mia vita è molto fredda senza di te,” she whispered in your ear, making you suppress a moan at those seductive words.

“Do it again,” you asked amused, kissing her neck and causing her shyness to come to light with small laughs that you imagined weren't so scandalous.

“La mia...” She couldn't finish the sentence as your kisses attacked her again, turning that old room in the castle into a hot and lustful, anxious and hungry environment.

“Wait, (Y/N),” she said, catching her breath when your playful hands lifted her dress, letting it fall next to yours. “Our first time can't be... Here.”

“Why not?” You asked, running your hands along her bare back, also getting rid of her bra. Donna didn't seem to mind.

“It would have to be special,” she said, playing with yours, sending it flying, unable to suppress her desire.

“A huge castle under the light of lightning is not special enough?” You asked, running your hands over her chest, continuing to caress her. Her smile was all you needed to continue.

After a few gasps, rolling around fighting for supremacy in that small bed, something made you stop.

“What's happening?” Donna asked, looking around her, nervous.

“I think, I think I’ve heard...” You whispered, getting off your lover and turning on the small light on your table.

“Gotcha!” Daniela Dimitrescu rushed to the bed with a cloud of flies, making you both cover yourself, especially Donna.

“What the hell...?” You asked, pulling the sheets to cover your nakedness while Daniela looked for clues throughout the room, grabbing a black bra from the floor, one that wasn't yours.

“What does this mean, (Y/N)?” Daniela said, with an accusatory tone, throwing the garment in your face with contempt.

“Wait, let me...”

“No! I spent the afternoon making you and my aunt fall in love! And what do you do? To get into bed with a whore maid,” She said furiously, clenching her fists on both sides of her waist.

“I think you're wrong,” you said with relative calm, inevitably smiling.

“I'm thinking of telling Donna. You're going to make her cry and you'll pay for that,” Daniela said before leaving the room, making your girlfriend leave her hiding place and peek out of the sheets, sitting next to you.

“Daniela, wait,” she said with a broken, but confident voice.

“Don't dare to give orders to me, you bitch! You're going to...” The vampire squealed, stamping her feet on the ground until she got a good look at your companion. “Aunt Donna… Is that you?”

She nodded, searching for her black veil, forgetting that she hadn't brought it.

“Wow... You are more beautiful than mother had told us,” Daniela whispered, approaching and sitting on the bed, embarrassingly close to your naked bodies.

“There is no maid,” you said, covering your girlfriend better, who was trembling because of her nerves.

Daniela’s shocked face changed to one of happiness, hugging you both awkwardly.

“I knew! I knew it would work!” She screamed, squeezing you tightly. “You'll see when I tell my sisters, they're going to be tired of apologizing,” she said triumphantly, separating to your relief and walking towards the door. “I’m the best. Knock knock, who is it? The best couple creator in history, the infallible, the only, the inimitable Daniela...”

Her words were lost as she walked out of the room, still flattering herself.

“Um... Maybe we should tell her that...” You said amused, scratching the back of your neck.

“She seems happy,” Donna said, resting her head on your shoulder, forgetting about that embarrassing moment.

“You're right. Let's let her enjoy her victory. Besides, tomorrow is a hard day. You'll have to help me with the move, my dear Donna...”

[carniferous]

okay hello i’ve come to offer a vague concept ❤️🤲 the first thing that came into my mind is like being in a car. and something being wrong w the car. which sounds so stupid but is hopefully vague enough?? also idk if i’m meant to specify a ship but (and you probs already know what i’m gonna say) ur bartylus genuinely changed my life and it’s always on my mind and im obsessed w it forever and ever and would die if you ever wrote them again (but also like. no pressure. i don’t wanna try and tie you down to one specific pathway) ANYWAY i hope this is vague enough but also not too vague that you’re just staring at me blankly rn… icl babe u really didn’t set any parameters so i’m kinda trying to spear fish in the dark here but im gonna stop talking now…. eagerly (but patiently!!) awaiting ur response <33

LMAO NOOO thank you so much this is exactly the level of vagueness i wanted!!! i simply need to let things cook in my beautiful mind palace before i can write + vague concepts work best for that

anyway i tried to do it justice for u. it's more barty character study than bartylus sorry but. also it's compeltely unedited!! do with that what you will xoxo

“I knew it,” Regulus murmured, a hand coming up to cover his eyes. He was slumped down in his seat, the lines of his face stark in the pale moonlight. The motorway stretched out empty and endless before them. 

Barty clenched his jaw and turned the key in the ignition once more. The engine sputtered loudly, just enough to give him some small shred of hope, before it promptly died for the fifth time. 

“Dammit,” he hissed, thumping his hand against the steering wheel. He turned to Regulus, “What?”

Regulus lowered his hand and glared fiercely. “I knew I was going to die in this metal box the moment you persuaded me to get in.”

“And yet, you still let me persuade you.”

“Barty.”

“What?” Barty grinned. “You’re not going to die, Regulus. Cars are only dangerous when they’re moving.”

Regulus scoffed. He looked about five minutes away from having a conniption—which meant that Barty had about three minutes of continuing to fuck with him before he got properly angry. His hands were clenched in the fabric of his trousers, and when he turned his face towards the window, Barty could glimpse the deep shadows under his eyes as they appeared under the light. 

He felt his heart soften, just a tad. 

“I have a plan,” Barty said.

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back that they disappeared into his skull: “Oh, joy. Another plan.”

“They’ve gotten us this far, haven’t they?” 

“Yes, stranded on the side of the road with you,” muttered Regulus. “Exactly where I want all my plans to lead me.”

At that, Barty felt a strange, wild sort of affection swell up within him. He wanted to lean over and bite the nape of Regulus’s neck hard enough to draw blood, wanted to crowd him against the door until all that bluster and exasperation fell away. But there would be time for that.

“Don’t you want to hear my plan?”

“No,” Regulus said sullenly. “I want—”

He stopped. Barty’s grin abruptly fell away. He reached over and cradled the back of Regulus’s head, firmly enough that he had no choice but to face him. Regulus kept his eyes downcast, an unhappy twist to his mouth, a sickly tinge to his face that the low light couldn’t hide. 

“Hey,” Barty said, and he curled his hand into a fist in Regulus’s hair. “Look at me.”

Regulus’s gaze flickered up.

He was a living bruise, a walking heartache. Two weeks ago, Barty had looked at him as they packed their things for the end of term, and he’d known that Regulus wouldn’t survive another summer in that house—not as himself, anyway. He knew it the way Sirius must have, before he left, and he understood. Better than he’d like to admit. Sometimes it was easier to pack your bags than to watch someone like Regulus tread water and insist that they weren’t moments away from sinking. 

In that respect, though, Barty was different. He didn’t care what Regulus wanted. He wasn’t going to leave him to drown. 

Besides. Barty was fed up, himself.

When he spoke, his voice was low and steady, and Regulus listened with wide, unblinking eyes: “We’re not going home. Do you understand? There’s nothing back there. Nothing. Forget it, Regulus.”

A beat of silence. Barty’s grip loosened, he made to pull back, and then—

“What about your mother?” Regulus asked with a horrible little glint in his gaze. 

“What about her?” Barty replied without missing a beat.

Regulus blinked. Barty almost laughed at him. Could have, at the idea that Regulus thought he’d trapped him with that. His mother, who’d wanted Berty out of that house perhaps even more than he himself did. Regulus could never understand that.

What he could understand, though, was the terrifying, exhilarating sensation of freedom. Of the surprising vastness of your own mind when it was vacant of everyone but yourself. Of sitting in a car stranded on the side of the road and becoming aware of your own mortality. Death was suddenly an end to something real and full of potential. 

After what felt like an eternity, Regulus asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I turn seventeen in five hours,” Barty said. “Once midnight hits, the Trace will disappear. I’ll fix the car then.”

“You don’t know how to fix it.”

“At least I know it’s called a car and not a ‘metal box.’”

“You want us to spend five hours in this thing?” Regulus said, as though catching up with his own disbelief.

“Technically, seven hours,” said Barty. “We still have to make it to Bath. And then, once we pick up the twins…”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Barty shrugged—a loose, slouching thing. He noticed Regulus’s eyes track the motion with nothing short of predatory glee. “Orgy in the metal box?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Barry cajoled, grinning from ear to ear. “Why else would you run away with me?”

There was a long moment of silence, in which Regulus gazed, baleful and petulant, out at the road in front of them and Barty gazed at him. Already, he was more animated, more tetchy, more acerbic than he’d been just days ago. The cobwebs slowly clearing from his eyes.

Sometimes, Barty recognized Regulus like the slant of himself in a shard of glass. But other times, Regulus was just very beautiful. Barty wondered if there an element of vanity in wanting him, to the prideful joy he got out of fucking him out of his own head. The idea that he could press Regulus down hard enough to mold him back into himself. 

On very rare occasions, he wondered if he was like his father. If the only love he knew was what he learned from the voice in his head as it puppeted his limbs about. If that presence was more himself than he was. A normal person would look at it with revulsion, would see complete and total control as a firsthand abomination.

But it was because Barty knew the abomination firsthand that he knew also the complete, total, clean satisfaction of such control.

“You were hardly the first to ask,” Regulus said mildly.

Even in the darkness, Barty could see the flush travel down his neck. He grinned and, without another word, reached over and unhooked Regulus’s seatbelt.

“I didn’t ask,” he replied, just as mild.

[prince-liest]

since you acknowledged vox and valentino as a uh. less than healthy relationship (lol) several times (going feral over what vox was implying in that latest 666 fic), do you think there's ever the chance of alastor feeling... probably not protective haha but maybe possessive over vox the next time he's a little banged up? alternatively, how else do you think alastor would react if whatever they were getting up to is halted by vox nursing some kind of injury from one of his and val's fights? - ✨

I think it really depends on how Vox presents the situation, to be honest! They, uh, bang each other up a lot themselves, hahaha, and Alastor doesn't really register it as problematic. A lot of writing 666 is balancing the idea that these guys are living an existence where the a real life normal-meter really can't accurately be applied, and also maintaining that they still do have personal boundaries and lines that might be crossed.

A reminder of some (but not all) of the fucked up things that Vox and Alastor have done to each other over the course of 666:

One murder attempt that Vox didn't draw a line in the sand over

Vox got annoyed and slapped Alastor across the face hard enough to knock him down, with no warning or prelude, in a sexual context

Vox slammed Alastor's skull into the ground, out of anger, several times until he was dazed and bleeding

Alastor literally tried to eat a chunk of Vox's shoulder, most likely resulting in the reverse of the scenario you're describing: Vox having to take it easier with Val because he has a gaping shoulder wound courtesy of Alastor and can't lift his arm

About three dozen bucketfuls of severely under-negotiated and sometimes not-at-all negotiated edgeplay (as in, not safe-sane-consensual) kink from both ends, including but not limited to: choking (via hands and via dick), fearplay, deliberate boundary-crossing wrt touch, hypnosis, painplay, bloodplay, wounding, and gaslighting for the purpose of humiliation

Like, Vox asking "I want to make sure I didn't cross any boundaries!" in the second 666 fic does not in any way absolve him of having deliberately crossed about thirty of them immediately prior, and the fact that Alastor enjoyed it is mostly just because Alastor is also fucked up. Some people seemed quite surprised at Alastor crossing so many boundaries in the wireplay fic compared to all the shit Vox had pulled prior to that point, and I think it's because he, unlike Vox, didn't pay lip service to it, though they both do about the same amount of actual "keeping an eye on things".

Them caring about each other does not mean that their concept of "boundaries" or even "okay things to do to another person in an intimate setting or otherwise" aren't very, very colored by them being demonic overlords who live in hell and haven't so much as waved 'hello' to a single healthy intimate relationship in the past hundred years.

Vox having to take a breather because he has some kind of injury from Val is, unless he's actively making a 'this is fucked up and I'm opening up to be vulnerable and unhappy about it' kind of deal about it, is not really going to ping on Alastor's radar as a problem.

And Vox isn't going to make that kind of deal about it because that isn't how he sees his relationship with Valentino. Yes, Val often treats Vox in abusive ways in 666. That is also colored by both of them being demonic overlords who live in hell, and Vox treats certain aspects of it as frustrating and upsetting (and often takes that out on Valentino - hence the frequent off-again-on-again nature of their relationship), but he doesn't actually, like, see their relationship the way that we do.

He loves Val. Val loves him. To him, the rest is either normal overlord behavior or their own damage, and they've found a balance where the general response to a shitty happening is, "Eh, we've worked through worse."

TL;DR: Valentino, Vox, and Alastor all need to have "DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!" stapled across their foreheads. To paraphrase Bay: They're in hell. The insane acts of violence are basically a love language at this point.

[marymary-diva17]

A marriage of great deal (2)

A marriage had been a brand new start for a couple, as it allowed them to get away from being pawns in their families game. They had decided it was now time to take their lives in their own hands, and no longer allow anyone else to say how they should be living their lives anymore. Taking off from the tons of London and going to a new place, where they they branch out and become their own person in the end.

y/n " ......" you are sitting on the couch in the drawing room in the place, that had become your home.

y/n " hello my loves" you had looked at your triplets sons as they looked at you, and smiled you soon got up from the couch and went towards them.

y/n " you three seem to be having a good time right now my children" It had been some time since you and Tristan had left London, and moved to Scotland to care of his sick uncle and the household as well. The triplets had came soon after you both had made lives here, and found some happiness here as well. The triplets had been named Andrew, Benjamin, and Christopher. It seems like you had kept up the Bridgeton family tradition. It has been three years since the both of you had come here.

Tristan " hello my wife and sons"

y/n " welcome home my husbands"

Tristan " how have our sons have been for you and the staff"

y/n " they have been on their best behavior my husband more and more, they act like their father"

Tristan " well lets hope they start becoming like their mother or maybe our next child will be like you"

y/n " well lets think about having another children when our three sons are a bit older"

Tristian " as you wish my wife"

y/n " so how was the meeting today"

Tristan " it was very protective we have been able to get much done, at the end of the day"

y/n " that good to hear you have taken the responsibility very well"

Tristian " yes my uncle and aunt always said I will perfect for the role, here"

y/n " well they were right sadly I wish they were still here with us"

Tristan " yes but they are together it good my uncle got to meet his grand nephews before he had passed on from his life"

y/n " yes"

Tristian " at sometime we will need to return back to London, to attend to the home there and everything else as well"

y/n " yes you are right my husband there is much that needs to be handled"

Tristan " should I go alone and face the eyes of the tons or will you and family come as well"

y/n " it will be good for us all to come as well so we can stand together as a family"

Tristan " good we can arrange to leave"

y/n " yes and it has come time for our families to meet our children, and then we can address where we stand as well our children shall never be pawns to their greedy and selfishness"

Tristan " yes my wife I will make sure none of our brothers and my father have anything to say about it"

y/n " should we arrive back at London in the start of the season or before, for my younger siblings sake"

Tristan "well coming from some reports everything has been going well, at the moment but maybe it will be best if we return before the beginning of the season"

y/n " yes"

Tristan " now lets spend some time as a family and we can worry about that all later on"

Andrew " papa play"

Tristan " okay I will play with you all"

Benjamin & Christopher " papa" you laugh as Tristan soon sat down on the rug and started playing with the boys, making you sit down on couch and smile. Supper had been served to the family as they had a joyful time, that night the couple had talked more about return to London and all the ton. They had come to agreement to leave next week, as it takes them three week to get there but enough time to avoid being spotted by anyone else.

four weeks later

y/n " we are finally back in London in the same neighborhood we grew up in"

maid " it good to be home but Scotland has also become our home as well"

Tristan " yes but now it time for us to face the ton once again" the carriage had stopped by the house as everyone, had gotten out of the carriage. As stuff was being brought into the house at the moment, you are holding Andrew while his brothers are held by maids.

Tristan "let's get everyone inside right away" the group had soon moved inside, the boys had been taken to the drawing room.

y/n " so your mother had left you this home in her will"

Tristian " yes she had stated in her will that it will be good for me to start my own life here, she might of had a feeling my father and brothers would of done something like this"

y/n " your mother knew you the best and she was always looking out for her and your brothers"

Tristan " yes she was salty she and your father are the only grandparents are kids have heard about at the moment"

y/n " yes sadly that is very true but soon enough they will be meeting the rest of our families, and there is no hiding them from family and the ton"

Tristian " we will Stand together and untied front and not let anyone destroy, the lives we have made here"

Tristian " so how to tell everyone we have heard"

Y/n " lady Danbury garden party will be good for us and we will be om her guest list, even due we have been away for three years" Tristian had nodded his head to your words. The garden party will be days away, but you had enough dresses to choice from until then.

Lady Danbury garden party

y/n " well I will go mingle with the ladies of the ton, I have even heard the queen shall be here as well"

Tristan " wonderful it will go deal with the man I will come see you later"

y/n " it good we left the children at home they will be present soon" You had kissed Tristan goodbye as you soon went to the garden, walking among the laidies of the ton.

y/n " ......" you are eating some small sandwiches having a good time at the moment.

????? " hello there I haven't seen you before"

y/n " oh hello I'm Y/n smith you are new as well, it has been a while since I been home"

Kate " I'm Kate"

y/n " good to meet you Kate"

????? " there you are Kate"

Kate " lady danbury hello I was having some words with ...."

lady Danbury " y/n Bridgeton is that you or may I say y/n smith"

Kate " bridgerton wait you are Antony sister the eldest bridgerton daughter"

y/n " yes .... hello lady danbury it has been a long time hasn't it"

lady danbury " long indeed my dear long indeed" soon everyone was looking towards the trio, as they soon took their own time to remember you and understand the words that had been spoken.

Lady Danbury " Kate had married your brother not to long ago"

Kate " I have been wishing to meet you since I was told about you, I'm so happy to meet you now"

y/n " well it good to meet you Kate I always wanted another sister" the two women laugh at the words that had been spoken.

women " that is y/n may she has become even more beautiful"

women 2 " yes she has and look at her dress and jewelry they look expensive and beautiful"

lady Danbury " so where is Tristian smith or did he dare miss my party"

y/n " he is with the man lady danbury but will be here I promise"

lady Danbury " it seems like there a new glow to you my dear, since the last time I have seen you ... I understood the last time we spoke words it as not among that much nice company"

y/n " yes but times have changed for us all"

women 3 " Have you all seen Tristan smith he even more handsome then last time we, had seen him"

women 4 " they look so perfect together I still remember their wedding"

Kate " here I thought this party will not have that much fun"

y/n " well I and my husband have returned here and decided to attend lady danbury garden party, as it has been a while since we attend on"

lady Danbury " I understand see among some of the ton"

????? " dearest"

y/n " hello Lady bridgerton"

????? " sister" your family had heard word about you being here and came rushing to see if it was true.

Daphne " it has been so long where have you gone sister"

y/n " well I did marry Tristan and life had changed for us"

Eloise " sister I have dearly missed you"

y/n " I have missed you all as well it has been so long"

Francesca " you look so beautiful sister"

y/n " thank you and you all look beautiful as well and handsome for you Gregory"

Gregory " thank you sister"

Hyacinth " how has life been sister you most tell us everything"

Violet " hyacinth there enough time to talk ... oh my dearest daughter it has been for to long"

y/n " yes it has"

Daphne " it seems like you have meet Kate her and antony are married you should of been there a marriage of love"

Kate " I got to meet your eldest sister and I like her already I'm so happy you are here"

y/n " I can say the same as well"

Daphne " wait is Tristan here as well it will be good to see him again, I want you to meet my husband Simon"

y/n " oh yes I heard about your marriage and all the other stuff, that has unfolded when I was away"

Hyacinth " how"

y/n " gossip around here and reading the articles my lady whistledown, it will be good to meet Simon after arriving her it will be good to meet with close loved ones"

Daphne " wonderful"

voilet " where have you been we couldn't locate you or Tristan antony had become mad"

elosie " he only mad that our dear sister doesn't play the role he wishes for her, I have to praise my sister for taking over her own life"

y/n " thank you sister"

y/n " if you may know we have been Scotland for three years"

Violet " that is so far away my daughter"

y/n " my husband was need there and I went with him as his wife and friend, it has been good and living her good but also uncomfortable as well"

????? " sister" you soon turned around to see your brother standing there.

y/n " viscount bridgeton and lord bridgerton good morning"

Antony " sister why do you adress me like that"

y/n " it the duty and rules viscount"

Benedict " our sister have return home after being gone for so long"

y/n " yes I and Tristan had some business to attend to back here, so we came back"

Colin " I hope for a long stay"

y/n " we will see my lord"

Penelope " y/n it is true everyone has been talking about your return home"

y/n " hello pen it good to see you again"

????? " y/n" you had soon looked up to see see Tristan father and his brothers.

y/n " hello my lords it has been a very long time since we have seen each other"

Tristan father " yes it has my dear when we had heard of your return we had become happy, is my son with you did he come as well"

y/n " yes he came here as well he might be somewhere around here"

Tristan brother 1 " where did the both of you go after you both left"

???? " we had went to Scotland we had spent one night there and soon left"

Tristan brother 2 " Scotland did you both stay with uncle how is he"

Tristan "yes until he sadly passed away as much of you might know, or just finding out now I had taken over for him"

Kate " I'm sorry for you family lost"

Tristan " thank you"

Tristan brother 2 " we would have attend the funeral but ....."

Tristan " it okay no need to speak about it"

Kate " it good to meet you Tristan I'm Kate atony wife"

Tristian " hello mate it good to meet you as well"

????? " so everyone has come over here I can see hello everyone .... Y/n and Tristan so it seems like you both have come home"

y/n " hello Simon it been so long it good to see you are doing well, and have married my sister as well"

Simon " yes it good to have you both home"

Tristan " well it good to be back here as well old friend sorry we have missed both weddings"

Kate " it okay we have enough time to caught up for missed time"

y/n " good it will be splendid"

antony " so you had taken my sister way from her home and, started a new life with her not daring to dicuss the matter with me her husband"

y/n " Antony"

antony " no you both have brought trouble for our families nearly dooming my marriage"

Kate " atony she your sister dont you love here"

atony " what you both had done was shameful"

Tristan " you will not speak to my wife like that viscount Bridgeton and the mother of my children as well"

everyone " mother"

y/n " yes I and Tristan have children three boys"

Violet " dearest that wonderful news I'm so happy for you and Tristan"

Tristan father " this news make me happy I can't believe grandchildren"

Tristian " thank you Lady bridgerton and father"

Colin " so we have nephews the first kids to be born from three marriage so far"

y/n " yes they are beautiful children"

Antony " so you just leave London without a word to me or the family, along with Tristan family as well and start lives over there not thinking about the damage it will do to us all ... having kids and not telling us that will be scandalous"

Tristian " watch your tone Viscount I will not have my children spoken in such matter by you or anyone else, we had married and done what ever married couple has done made our lives together and grown our families"

Benedict " brother you are ruining this happy moment we just found out we have nephews in our family"

antony " I'm sorry I ......"

Y/n " no need to explain more antony yes we have left and yes we have kids, we done what we need to do as married couple and helping out our families .... we have done that in the end"

Daphne " sister we are all happy for you and Tristan can we meet them please

y/n " yes you all can meet them"

????? " well well I have heard Y/n and Tristan have return back to London"

everyone " your majesty" Queen Charolette had arrived gain everyone attention as everyone bowed or curtsy toward her.

Queen Charolette " It good to have you both back and I have heard you two have children as well"

Tristian " yes we do your majesty"

Queen Charolette " congratulations for you both it good to know there are more Brigderton and smith among the ton"

Y/n " thank you your majesty our kids make us happy"

Queen Charolette " good now lets hope the rest of your siblings can do the same as well ...now lets enjoy this garden party before it ends" The rest of the party had gone on well or well as it could be at the moment.

That evening

Antony " sister may we talk"

y/n " yes we can viscount bridgerton"

Antony " are you sure you are during your proper duty to this family, as now action you take will reflect on our family"

y/n " yes antony I have done my duty to our family and smith family as well, along with the family I made with my husband ... I have done everything for the love I have for him and our families"

antony " good as we most think about our other siblings, we don't need anymore shame upon them"

y/n " yes brother now we shall take our leave, as everyone else is starting to leave" antony had walked you towards the carriage where everyone else was waiting, you had bid everyone goodbye. The ride home had been good it was nice to see everyone, but also sorrowful seeing how much not had bene changed as well. Coming home had made everything better, as you look upon the family you had made with Tristian happy to be with them and happy to be here as well. Prays made that family will be reunited and maybe some behaviors will change as well for the better, or stay the same and keep distance forever.

[pawtasticpuppers]

TIPS TO MAKE A FURSONA: PT. 1

Hello! Im Cereal (Or Vinny!!) ive been in the furry community for almost 5 years now and draw for a living, and today im teaching you:

How to make your fursona!

When you first join the furry fandom, while its optional, you may want to make a fursona to represent your anthro self! But if you dont know what it is, I have a definition! A fursona (a combination of "furry" and "persona") is essentially an anthropomorphized animal character that represents a person in the furry community. Someone's fursona usually reflects some aspects of the person's own personality, hobbies, and interests. It can be anything from a simple drawing to a detailed 3D model, cosplay, or even a full-body costume (fursuit). People use their fursonas to express themselves and interact with each other in the furry community.. Some of the most common fursonas in the furry fandom include foxes, wolves, cats, and dogs. Some less common but still popular fursonas are bears, raccoons, rabbits, and bats. There are also many mythical or fictional animals that furries may choose as their fursona, such as dragons, and unicorns (popularized by MLP) Some furries may even create hybrid fursonas, like tiger-dragon or wolf-cat. The most "basic" (no shame in this!) is the Wolf. Its generally seen as the default! Some uncommon fursonas in the furry fandom include:

Elephants

Sloths

Giraffes

Zebras

Deer

Owls

Penguins

Hedgehogs (Excluding Sonic!!!)

Turtles

Fish

Bats

Rhinos

Otters

Seals

Walruses

Anteaters

Scorpions

Snakes

Worms (yes, really, and they are beautiful.)

Some stereotypes about certain fursona species include: Wolves: Alpha males, tough and strong. Foxes: Sly, cunning, and quick-witted. Cats: Independent, aloof, and often aloof. Bears: Big, burly, and often cuddly. Rabbits: Soft, sweet, and cuddly. Dragons: Majestic, powerful, and sometimes aloof. Tigers: Strong, fierce, and independent. Owls: Wise, mysterious, and nocturnal. Pandas: Laid-back, cute, and clumsy. But!! Foxes have a very odd stereotype The "femboy fox" stereotype likely arose from a combination of factors. Historically, foxes in folklore and mythology have often been depicted as cunning, deceptive, and even trickster-like figures. This has often led some people to stereotype foxes as being sneaky, sly, and somewhat devious. Additionally, foxes are generally considered cute animals, which may have contributed to the idea of some foxes being portrayed as more feminine or "cute" in artwork and other media. Ultimately, the femboy fox stereotype is likely just a byproduct of these various factors and how foxes are commonly portrayed in popular culture.

Is it bad to fall into these stereotypes? ABSOLUTELY NOT!!! Everyone is unique and can make whatever they want!! Now that we have gotten past species and what a fursona is, now how to make one!

Creating a fursona is an exciting and creative endeavor that allows individuals to express their identity through an anthropomorphic animal character. To begin, start by contemplating what characteristics resonate with you personally. Consider traits such as personality, interests, and even your values. For instance, if you’re adventurous and energetic, you might choose a fox or a wolf, both of which are often associated with such qualities. Alternatively, if you identify with gentleness and nurturing tendencies, a deer or a rabbit could encapsulate those traits effectively. Using the aesthetics, traits and looks can help on the design aspects of your fursona. Think about the species you want to represent, the colors of their fur, and any additional markings or patterns that could convey your personality better. Many fursonas also include unique features, like bright-colored accents or accessories that reflect hobbies or interests—such as headphones for a music lover or goggles for an aspiring pilot. Drawing inspiration from various sources, including real animals, mythology, and even pop culture, can help you visualize and refine your fursona’s look!!!

Once you have a basic idea of your fursona's personality and design, it's time to give them a name. This name can be a reflection of their traits, an amalgamation of words you love, or even a play on words. The right name can further embody the essence of your character and make them feel more real to you. Finally, consider how you want to portray your fursona in different contexts, such as social media, art, or even attending conventions. Engaging with the furry community can also provide support and inspiration, as sharing your fursona with others often leads to meaningful connections and friendships among fellow enthusiasts. Creating a fursona is a journey of self-discovery and imagination, allowing you to explore facets of yourself in a fun and artistic way.

Here are some names! John William James Robert Michael David Richard Thomas Charles Joseph Mark Paul Peter Daniel Andrew Matthew Chris Christopher Sarah Elizabeth Mary Jennifer Emily Jessica Anna Amanda Hannah Ashley Leah Rachel Sophia Samantha Madison Olivia Emma Grace

[foxtrot91]

Do you think Buddietommy has any habits that drive each other crazy?

In my head, Eddie and Tommy have forbid Buck from baking past 9pm. Because otherwise, he will be running that KitchenAid mixer in the middle of the night and he insists that "it's not even that loud" but it almost always wakes the entire household up.

So it’s so funny you bring that up because as a baker - this is a valid fear.

Back when I had time to bake as regularly as I wish I could now I’d legit be up baking late into the night and back when I lived in a basement apartment where you could hear EVERYTHING the upstairs tenants would get pretty pissed with me (especially when I’d make mini cheesecakes and would tap out the air bubbles) 😬

Anywayyy yes, they definitely have habits the drive each other bonkers and I can absolutely see that being one of Buck’s.

For Eddie, I like to think that since finding his joy he dances a lot more though this isn’t a habit that annoys Buck or Tommy, I think it annoys Christopher. He’s a teenager and is at the age where he’s probably embarrassed by everything Eddie does, it’s practically a rite of passage. I’m imagining Eddie dancing around the kitchen and Christopher walking in with a friend and just being mortified.

Tommy and Buck would love his dancing though and probably join in (however terribly) much to Christopher’s horror.

Habits that annoy Tommy and Buck though 🤔

I think Buck is a clean freak and Eddie doesn’t really strike me as one. I don’t think he’s a slob by any means but I do think he’s more comfortable with a little bit of clutter in a way that Buck isn’t (have you seen his loft??). Eddie probably occasionally leaves some dirty clothes lying on the ground (usually next to the hamper because he likes to ball up his dirty clothes and throw them like a basketball and sometimes he misses). He may even be the kind of person who leaves the cap off the toothpaste when he’s done with it (I think out of all of these this would be the one that drives Tommy nuts).

He’s probably also someone that doesn’t immediately do his dishes - he doesn’t let them pile up, but he’s fine with letting them sit in the sink through the day and then doing them all before he turns in for the night.

Buck is the opposite, he cleans up his messes immediately and often ends up doing Eddie’s breakfast dishes because he hates leaving them until the evening (this probably drives Eddie nuts because he definitely would’ve done them later). I’m not 100% sure where Tommy would fall on this but I don’t think he’d be all that annoyed by it but he is silently amused by a perturbed Buck.

Annoying habits of Tommy’s? I think his most frustrating one for both Buck and Eddie is that he tends to turn inward whenever he feels frustrated or insecure. Buck is a talk it out kind of guy, and Eddie, well, he’s getting there (hello therapy and hot priest) but he also sees both sides of it. He was that guy who kept everything inside so he understand it, but it also means he knows how bad it is for the individual so when he sees Tommy get in that headspace he takes steps to draw him out.

Aside from that, with Tommy’s hobby of tinkering with old cars comes a lot of motor oil stains and I think Eddie and Buck both flip back and forth between finding it sexy and frustrating 😉. Sexy in the moment - Tommy, arms bulging in his white tank top with black smudges down the front etc etc. but frustrating when those stains end up on their walls because Buck and/or Eddie couldn’t wait until after he’s had a shower to jump him and his hands (which are still covered in motor oil) end up braced against a wall.

For Buck, I think another annoying habit of his would also be one that they find super endearing which is his research dives. Adorable as they are, they are less so at 2am when they’re trying to sleep haha.

Anyway, thank you for the ask! Love thinking about them being all annoyingly domestic! Decided to add Christopher in there as a bonus 🥰

[ninjagood4]

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A little bit about me, my hobbies and the most important thing - OC content!

ABOUT ME

Hmm, well… I'm not a fan of communication because of my closed personality, which has seen a lot addressed to it. But you know, our life is too short to waste it on fears, and so I started to work on myself. I'm also very distrustful and often doubt, I'm learning to adhere to the idea of ​​"measure seven times - cut once" (because sometimes I rush and ruin everything) xD Although I'm really silent and can seem creepy(huh?), if I find a person I trust, then on the contrary, I will not be able to shut my mouth!

I very much love animals, VERY! I would still like to become a vet, but… it will be hard for me to come to terms with the fact that I could not save some cutie (it really hurts), so I don't go too far with it. I'm interested in psychology, love reading articles about the past of the earth, science and all sorts of discoveries, experiments, theories, facts, and other things like that… Well, and also… some memes and strange videos on YouTube that you can laugh at, holding back your laughter while everyone else is asleep ^^

HOBBY

There are actually a lot of them, but they are all related to creativity lol. Simply because it gives the opportunity to create something new and interesting! Well, and I just like handwork lol

Drawing is what I love the most! I did it all my childhood, and it was what I really know how to do. But I prefer to think that can do more than just draw :') I somehow didn't think about art school, since instantly lose interest when I'm taught. It's weird, but that's how it is, lol. So I decided to learn it myself, and focused on Ninjago, because it's my favorite series since ~2013, but I watched it from the very beginning - 2011 (I'm old 💀). In 2018-early 2019, I began to actively study natural drawing, and since 2021 I have been actively managing social networks and learning digital art. It's hard for me to say which style I prefer, I really like to parody TV series animations, including WilFilm, WildBrain and the MonkieKid style! But still, I liked combining my concept with The Lion King style, and I think I'll stop there for FotP :) BUT☝️ I will not stop parodying styles/animations, because it is very interesting (this does not mean that I challenged copyright, no!). Yes yes, I'm capable of more than just Ninjago commiss, if that's what you're talking about; just show me the style of the cartoon and maybe I'll repeat it >:D Oh, and since 2023 I started accepting commissions, and I sincerely hope to develop with their help, to make it my job (and also recently opened donations). We do not live very easily, and I am afraid that at this rate I will have to give up art. The only option is to make it my job (in fact, I am not against such a turn of events) 👉👈

Not many people know about this at all, but I compose music :) These jobs is rarer, because they require a LOT of time, and maybe that's why I think no one pays attention to it. And music is exactly what I studied for. I once dreamed of becoming a composer, because I had a passion for music and loved to compose, but my father (who refused to go to music school as a child)) decided that I would do this. Well, when he sent me for testing, I hoped that they would refuse me and send me away, but they took me. I improved my skills thanks to this, but somehow I lost my passion. Although I still compose music and love it, something has changed… At the same time, it's a shame that I did not live up to my father's expectations, but if I release tracks on YouTube, does this not look like a career as a composer? heh 🤔

In 2019, I tried to make a plush Lloyd (the photos are gone, but I sometimes remake it lol, so they kind of exist), but this was the beginning of crafts! Crafts (handmade) are also rare due to the time of work, but they exist. Because of my love for ecology, it seems to me that this also gives some kind of second chance to things. I prefer to use garbage unnecessary things for this (sometimes it's hard to say what I made this or that thing from, there is ALL), and then I put them in a box and they continue to lie :ʼ) But no, Lloyd does not lie in a box, I put him on a shelf, and later I even made Agatha for him jhvjfjgvjgcvm

Other things like wood carving (sometimes even metal), but that's rare. In short: I love absolutely everything that needs to be created, where you need to work with your hands! I think that's enough.

FANFICTION!!!! I can get so deep into the story that I forget it's non-canon (like what happened with Future of the Past). Wait, let this be canon!

Thanks to my mom, I got into cooking, by the way xD I hated cooking because it always turned out to be something smelly and inedible, but when I learned how to cook pancakes and potato pancakes — the world changed 🤌✨ I want to make a cake "Lloyd" someday. LET ME MAKE THAT CAKE

Hmm, does making stupid memes count?..

OC CONTENT

Briefly about NINJAGO: Future of the Past. I just wanted Lloyd to have a girlfriend

Ahem! I didn't plan to go this far, initially my plans were just to create my own character for fanarts, but everything somehow happened by itself. I really liked Agatha (because I had a lot of unsuccessful attempts), I was even afraid that no one would like her because of the idea itself.

Considering that I love nature and simple things, Agatha is an ordinary rice farmer, who lives in the Valley of Mountain Fires (this is a remote area in the world of Ninjago, and the Monastery of Spinjitzu is part of it!). The ninja did not know where they live hahaha))

So, therefore, Agatha spends all her time in nature, thanks to which she is very agile, fast, can climb to heights and swim. This is ✨Child of Nature✨ ​​

Agatha has a fear of the future (the unknown), longing for the past (since she made many mistakes that cannot be corrected), death and minor fears like a dislike for spiders, hatred of Tuesdays, etc :)

She also behaves freedom-loving and sometimes daring, likes to find fault with what she does not like, speaks directly and can be too rude, but at the same time she is a kind person who will not abandon you in trouble, and is always ready to support. In places she is quite timid, withdrawn, afraid to open up to a person (so Lloyd will have to go through a lot until they become friends).

As for Leo, he was invented in honor of my cat, who had the same name. I took up OCs after the evacuation in 2022 to distract myself, and then I had to leave Leo at home because of the difficult journey, which he might not survive (fortunately, our city was untouched at that time, and relatives looked after the house with Leo). But I missed him very much and thought that I would never see him again, so I made such a pet for Agatha.

And Tiger Bongo... Because they are canon, and a huge tiger thinking he is a cat sounds funny :) My cat began to feel extremely bad, but we returned after 3 months and he was waiting for us, so I managed to spend a few more months with him before he left.

I didn't think about the faction for a long time, I had inspiration for it. I create FotP trying to touch on real events from my life, so the faction became the Bandits on dragons, who are doing what is happening now in my country. They occupy the Valley of Mountain Fires, and the inhabitants (including Agatha) will have to live in such conditions for 16 years. There are many more bandits and their dragons (for which I came up with a new type), so ordinary residents cannot resist. If everything goes against their regime, Agatha's vellage will simply be wiped out, but...

Actually, I would be very happy to tell you more about this, feel free to write me questions! :D

Here I will write briefly: the plot is that Agatha and Leo decide to escape from the valley in search of the Monastery of Spinjitzu, so that "five masters led by green" can help save her home. She know that this would be the beginning of a war, but she had no choice. On the way, she is spotted by the bandit, so after 2 days, when the ninja are flying on the new Destiny's Bounty to the valley, the dragon of the robbers attacks the ship on the way and takes the ninja captive - Kai, Nya and Zane (Jay and Cole get lost in the forest, but later find Agatha's village). Lloyd, Agatha and Leo are not noticed, but given that Lloyd did not accept Agatha from the very beginning/she was afraid of him and very soon hated, they began to have a big conflict. Since the whole team was confused, they had no choice but to work together, and gradually they saw a lot in common (even though Leo doesn't like Lloyd and makes fun of him).

Later, the bandits learn that Lloyd is the green ninja, and use his power to search for the last key to Death (this creature supposedly should help them cross the border of the Monastery and create chaos in the world, but in fact it will destroy everyone). Let's just say Lloyd falls into the hands of a man who skillfully manipulates him. To stop Death, Lloyd and Agatha need to learn the Skill of Yin-Yang, which will lead to the fusion of Jade and Energy (Lloyd and Agatha's powers), because without it, Jade absorbs a huge amount of Energy and causes it to the pain, which can destroy the master of Energy.

Forgot to mention that Lloyd struggles with his Oni side, depression, and traumas throughout the series.

By the way, if you're wondering again why Lloyd is chubby - the events take place after the Crystallized, and then peace comes. Due to the imminent separation from Harumi, he falls into depression, and Wu's death becomes a turning point that awakens the Oni side due to negative emotions. Then part of the family breaks up, the ninja are also going to disperse, but Lloyd forbids them and trains them, because he believes that because of the Oni side, they will have to confront him. At the same time, Lloyd prefers to eat away his depression with food, which has negatively affected him for many years. Anyway, I also briefly told everything here. This boy thought that the ninja would have to fight against him, but he didn't expect that he would have to fight for them.

But then again, I plan to write up to 400 pages for the first season (and I'm already close to the final stage), so there is A LOT of stuff there. Even so, I practically didn't say anything about it 😭 There are some things I'm still keeping quiet about, but... if you're interested in something, just ask! 🙌🫠

DON’T MIND/LOVE AND DISLIKE

Ninjago | Only Dragons Rising (sorry 😭)

Any orientation (every person has the right to their own choice)

Distribution/propaganda (of something in greater quantity)

Any wars/those who in any way approve of it

Acceptance of equals

Racism, sexism, any kind of evil banter

This list needs to be extended…

I have a lot more to write, but let's finish this and start watching the shit I publish?) ~really, because I use a translator and I can't imagine how "beautiful" it sounds~ Hope you have fun!

Thanks to everyone who read to the end

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and please I would be truly grateful for donations and commissions as it really help. You can distribute the image with the QR-code it can also help. Ty :)

[acourtofquestions]

The fact we changed from “My name is Celaena Sardothien and I will not be afraid.” to “Once upon a time, in a land long since burned to ash, there lived a young princess who loved her kingdom… very much.”

Because she is no longer Celaena Sardothien, nor does she live in fear of being afraid. She is done running, done with that mask that isn’t hers, because it doesn’t hold any comfort anymore. The only comfort she has is in who she really is; and that is no longer terrifying to her.

While both remind her who she is, remind her why; why she is here, why she will not break, why she is still fighting.

The first reminds her of what she had loved and lost. Of loving words that carry on, (of why she carries on) but that is all. All Celaena had was remnants; of someone, something… even herself.

The second, however, is something else; while it is still a dream, it is real… even among nightmares. It lives in her past, yes, but it is also the present, and any future. It is terribly beautifully true. And it is more; more than grief, and memory. Carrying on, finding ways to exist, survive. More than a dream, or words… even more than she is.

Because Aelin has something Celaena never did. Yes, she has a cause to fight for. She has her strength, her power, and rage; vendettas for things she could focus a fight to defeat; and a still terribly looming fate. The queen has a kingdom she adores. She has many things, she is many things… even Celaena still. But that’s not what I’m talking about, no, mostly, it’s that she has friends. A family. A Prince. She has a life not just an existence, a love with a beating heart, something worth dying and living for. And even if it is all gone to ash (“even when this world is a forgotten whisper of dust between the stars”) that is still hers; not a mask, not a facade, but something real.

In accepting who she is… there is the terrible truth of accepting that she is very much afraid (the fact Fenrys even felt the need to make the word “liar” in their code; because she is not alright, he knows, she knows, we “the reader” know… it’s more so the way we ask “how are you?” as a greeting. Sometimes even in terrible places like a funeral; when we know damn well that no-one there is really “good” or “alright”, but it’s the way we say “hello” and “I want you to be okay” and “are you at least surviving this”). It is being terrified of her acceptance in the first place, because part of being Aelin is the price it holds; because she was “promised” for a fate manipulated by gods before she even had the chance to draw breath… and there’s a doomsday in it that she’ll have to rage against one day… but not yet… not in this place. For now, she just has to exist, survive, live. And only Aelin can do that.

Because it’s not Sam’s words she needs anymore; it’s Rowan’s. And even more so, it’s her own.

It’s the words she said to him, but it is her story (Perhaps even the one she tattooed on her spine? Just a theory of the exact words.) because that, is still hers. Real. Living.

And as any reader knows (it’s why I love these books) you should never underestimate the power of a story.

[hexll]

JJK AU - No curse! Itadori Household

Hello hello, as I recently enjoyed (inhaled) a lot of JJK AU content, here is my version of one. Just AU description of my vision. Key points are: modern, no curse, very domestic-ish, based on Unc! Sukuna.

1. Once upon modern Tokyo, there lived the Itadori family. The whole family lived in their moderately-sized house in a decent suburban area. In fact, they are in the pretty comfortable level of slightly upper middle class. (here is a picture from akiya-mart.com to illustrate their kind of house, but a little bit fancier. Yes, I like to be precise abt the picture in my head 😤).

2. The grandfather is Itadori Wasuke (61), a retired chef and owner of a successful ramen shop chain. He has twin sons: Jin and Sukuna. He spends most of his time at home with his grandsons and tending to his garden. He sometimes does quick business trips around town to check on his shops.

3. Itadori Jin (31), the older twin. a loving husband to Kaori and doting father to Yuji and Choso. Per mutual agreement with his wife, he is currently a house-husband. Focused on raising Choso and Yuji as well as tending the family home with his father.

4. Itadori “Ryomen” Sukuna (31) is the younger twin. Basically the brash and rebellious of the twin (but secretly loves his family very much). He follows his father's footsteps into the culinary world and is a celebrity chef. In the entertainment world, he is currently the IT bachelor: young, handsome, and has his own charm of the bad boy vibe that draws all the ladies. At home, he is the Uncle Kuna to Choso and Yuji. 

5. Yes, Sukuna is loaded. He actually has his own high-rise luxury apartment in the city centre, but he made up some reasons on why he still decided to live in the family home (truly, he just wants to be close to his family, not that he would admit that).

6. Itadori Kaori (née Kamo, 31), Jin’s wife and loving mother to Choso and Yuji. She is the working parent in her immediate family. Ambitious at her job, she is the young and respected manager at her organisation. She likes to dote on her children whenever she can as her job often takes her time and focus away from her babies.

7. Story time: Kaori is actually a longtime friend of Jin and Sukuna, they were introduced back from infanthood. She and the twins basically grew up together and Wasuke always has a soft-spot for her. Treated her like his own daughter. This is because she is the daughter of the Kamo family, a very close family friend, and even distantly related to the Itadori family (Kaori’s grandparent is a cousin of Jin and Sukuna’s grandparent).

8. Itadori Choso (8), Kaori’s first child from her deadbeat-ex. He is Yuji’s older half-brother (but they never say “half”), Jin’s adoptive son, Sukuna’s adoptive nephew, and Wasuke’s adoptive grandson (yes, the whole family adopted, adored, and never think that Choso is not one of them since day 1). An artsy kid with a gloomy face, which only lights up when he sees his baby brother Yuji. Despite his appearance, he is actually a cute and wholesome kid on the inside. 

9. Itadori Yuji (3), a very very cute kid. Currently his favourite person is his uncle Kuna. He just likes seeing (and drawing) his tattoos and is very entertained by how uncle Kuna grumbles “brat”. Very excited to start kindergarten next year. Obsessed with the virtual pet game: Pou. He named his pou “Uncle Kuna”.

10. Fushiguro Megumi (3), another cute kid that is Yuji’s best friend (along with Nobara). Currently obsessed with dogs. He says his dream job is to do anything that work with dogs. A very very smart kid at his age. Already reading 1 syllable words fluently and into books also.

11. Kugisaki Nobara (3), yet another cute kid in the neighbourhood that is also best friend with Yuji and Megumi. Her mom just moved to Tokyo from their hometown. She really likes the tall buildings of Tokyo and the colours of the fashion district.

12. Fushiguro Toji (30-something), father of Megumi. In a similar yet not the same niche with Sukuna: drop dead gorgeous under the bad boy persona . Everybody always says it would feel “fitting” if he and Sukuna were seen hanging out with each other. Turns out he and Sukuna are in the same gym. Their other interactions are only when picking up their nephew and son from the biweekly nursery playgroups. 

13. Mamaguro (30), mother of Megumi and wife of Toji. A very lovely woman.

[laura1633]

Sorry for this rant, you don’t have to reply to this at all, and I’m sorry because Ik you’re prob getting a lot of this rn. I’m currently arguing with someone on insta that drivers can get heated up cause of adrenaline over the radio. It’s like the same when you get heated over a video game, it’s the same with everyone else but yes max was a bit over the top. But whenever he complains when the car is good it’s he’s complaining over nothing but when the car isn’t good it’s oh max is on a tantrum again??? And then this person uses Max’s sleep as an excuse?? He got 7.5 hours of sleep hello😭 he won a race before in the same conditions with less sleep. (I think 4 or 5 hours? For imola) no one said shit when he did that. These people are angering me but I shall calm and not reply anymore to keep me sane 🥹🙏 Trust in the max Verstappen factor (Red Bull has to let that go tho😭)

Thats okay anon, sometimes it's nice to have a bit of a vent and then we can try and push those people out of our minds. I actually still don't think Max was over the top at all (I also suspect it was a result of some building tensions about things going on at red bull)

I know it's easy to say but it is honestly not worth the time and effort to argue with most people. They just don't like Max. Max could save someone's life and they would call him out for not saving two people's lives. They will never be convinced no matter what you say.

All driver's rant on the radio and I don't blame them, I rant when I am sat at my desk doing my no stress office job! I remember Lando telling his race engineer to shut up in Sochi, I remember Lewis complaining about the car to the point Toto told him to be quiet and drive it, I remember Bottas complaining about strategy, Fernando complaining he had a GP2 engine, even Kimi Raikkonen who doesn't like to talk unless necessary has ranted many many times on the radio and called the team out. They literally all do it and this isn't me calling out those other drivers, I support them getting out their frustration in the moment if they need to.

Max gives a lot of feedback even when the car is going well and so he should. If something isn't perfect he should call it out, this is a sport that relies on development so call out everything and see if it can be improved!

As for the sleep, I am not sure why people think they know how much sleep Max needs to function! If he had 8 hours would that be okay for them?! Where do we draw the line? Do they complain about other driver's having lots of extra curricular activities that make take up mental capacity. Again, the just don't like him. That man looked radiant all weekend, he is getting more than enough beauty sleep.

Red Bull can absolutely not afford to lose Max from that team and I think if they tried to restrict his sim racing he would be off.

[chronicbeans]

Hi! Since I saw the illustrator wally series I've been exited to request this, it was also sad to see how nobody has yet come with this idea or at least I haven't seen anyone else bring this up so here I come!

It will be interesting how It would work a relationship between Human wally and reader who has maladaptive daydreaming along with autism, I thought of how would it be to meet someone who has to experience something familiar with you. ( since maladaptive daydreaming can be described as a variant of schizophrenia with some small differences ) anyways, I'm a desperate for representation-

ET TU, BRUTE? Omg I maladaptive daydream too (if I am reading it right and you mean to say that you do IT-). My therapist says that I am like, addicted to it lol. My family counselor also likened my case more towards depersonalization/dissociation/a variant of DID due to me only daydreaming myself as other people. This is actually the first time I have heard of it being described as a variant of schizophrenia, but it actually makes a lot of sense, now that I think about it! I need more representation too, so let's do this! I'll try to make it as broad as possible, because everyone daydreams about different things!

Illustrator Wally with an Autistic Reader who Maladaptive Daydreams:

TW: Mentions of Hallucinations, Maladaptive Daydreaming

🖍️ He is a bit confused when he sees you pacing around your living room. He is visiting, and decided to try to surprise you by sneaking up behind you and giving you a gift! Now, though, he is a bit enamored by how you are prancing around, muttering little things to yourself as you seem so carefree and happy in your little world. This is the first time he has seen you like this.

🖍️ You finally end up turning around, in his direction, and your face grows a bit pale from shock and embarrassment. "Uh... Hello... I'm so glad you came to visit!" You try to play it off, but he is too intrigued. Maybe you are like him, and hallucinate, too?

🖍️ You explain what you were doing. You daydream... WAY more often than other people! Intense worldbuilding, character arcs, and more all take place in your head the majority of the day. You like to prance or pace, finding it helpful to feel more comfortable. You also tend to stim in other ways if you cannot pace or prance. The odd facial expressions and mutterings were just you getting in character and reacting to what was happening in your daydreams.

🖍️ Wally is intrigued. It is so... similar, but different, from him. Both you and him are autistic, yes. He's known that for a while, since you told him around the second or third meeting between you two. THIS, though, is so amazing to him. He wants to know more about the stories in your head!

🖍️What do they consist of? Are they horror? Romance? Action? Comedy? He wishes to know. Are you in them? Do you play someone else? Is it from a third person perspective, watching over your creations? If it is something child friendly, maybe you can write a book and he can illustrate it!

🖍️ Even if it is something more... dark, disturbing, overall NOT a kid friendly topic... he would still want to draw it! Maybe he can start to expand his illustrations into more adult books. He is shockingly good at drawing horror, you know. Some of his vent art is a really disturbing treat to view.

🖍️ You might get onto the topic of how both of your conditions are similar and different. You have a lot of characters floating around in your head. Different worlds, stories, everything! Wally does have, in a way, characters, too! The little voices in his head count, right? Sometimes the same one will pop up every now and again. Both of your conditions seem, in a way, uncontrolled. Due to Wally preferring to not use medications, he simply lives with the voices and hallucinations, going to therapy to help him cope and learn to live with it. You just go with the flow, in a way. As far as you've heard, the best and only way to help deal with it is therapy. No real medication or anything.

🖍️ You both are finally happy to find someone similar to yourselves. The best part is that it is similar enough to be familiar, but different enough to have such interesting conversations!

[ligiawrites]

Happy Halloween!!! (a little late cause I forgot to post yesterday)

This month's short story is all about taking a moment to have fun with your loved ones and the murderous "ghosts" who live in your sentient beach house. ♥♥♥

Here are the first few paragraphs, so everyone can enjoy Matt being just a little pathetic (affectionate):

The Lady of the Sand Manor

Year 8:33 - Arenosa Beach, a contested stretch of territory on the Topazian-Opalean border

There was always something about the Sand Manor that managed to be at the same time familiar, comforting, and deeply unsettling.

On the one hand, it had always been a place of playfulness and relaxation for Mathias and the royal family. The few good memories Mathias still had of his father had all been made on this shore, in this garden, within these walls. On the other hand, it was home—literally—to one of the blood-curdling-est figures of the Opalean folklore. The Lady of the Sand Manor.

Because yes, this was her home, and Mathias was certain of that, despite the thick shroud of mystery around the Manor’s history.

Nobody knew why the Sand Manor was built or by who. What everybody knew was that it was the first home of the Tideson family back in 6:1327, when Mathias’s great-great-great grandfather (or something to that effect) received his title and lands. Also, they knew that strange things happened—to the house and its visitors—whenever someone entered it.

Mathias was the first to wake up that Saturday morning with the soft, screeched sound of a branch clawing at his window. There were no trees in front of it, so he stretched, rubbed his eyes, and gave the wall at his back a gentle pat.

“Good Morning to you too,” he said, careful not to let his hand linger.

Things rolled out of the breakfast table as if pushed by an invisible hand; someone freed the horses, so they roamed into the house; and Mandra swore they’d seen a woman ringing the bell in the old church tower on the edge of the property.

But that bell had been stolen decades ago, and the old church tower had crumbled to a pile of debris even before that. Mother sent part of the Royal Guard to check the ruins, of course, but they found nothing.

It was empty, like the rest of the Manor grounds—the guests had yet to arrive.

“Are you seriously not bothered by all that?” the Guard asked. “I think someone tapped my shoulder this morning. I turned around, and there was no one there.”

Mathias chuckled mid-bite, and the sudden huff of air created a tiny cloud of white sugar. “Sometimes the house will try to scare you, yes, but most of the time, it’s just trying to say hello—in any way it can.” He cleaned his face with his handkerchief, then sipped his overly sweet fennel tea. “Did you do what I suggested?”

The Guard smiled, but the expression looked like a threat. “My Liege, if you think I’ll roam this place alone in the dark, you’re very, very mistaken.”

“It would show the house you want to get to know it.”

“It would show the house I have a death wish!”

Now. Now!!!

Mathias laughed at that and used the opportunity to reach over the table and hold his Guard’s hand. He failed to. The Guard, their gaze lost on the square of nature outside the window, moved their hand away to drink their tea.

He clicked his tongue and sighed. “Nothing in this place would ever want to hurt anyone, my friend.” Or almost nothing. He wouldn’t want to meet The Lady again. Mathias grabbed a slice of cheese with guava paste but almost dropped it when the doors to the drawing room opened with a loud bang.

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[themultifandomgal]

From 2010- Alan Carr Chatty Man 2011

2011

Part 10

I stand nervously pulling down my skirt next to Liam as we wait to be introduced

“Stop worrying’ you look great” Harry says placing a hand on my shoulder

“That’s not it. I just don’t know why I’ve been put in such a short skirt. I feel like my ass is exposed”

“Here” Niall hands me his flannel to wrap around my waist. At least it will give me a little bit of coverage

“Thank you”

“It’s One Direction” I hear Alan Carr say and the audience cheer. I follow the boys down the stairs, holding on to the railing so that I don’t fall

“Hello gorgeous” Alan says hugging me after the others. We are lead you the sofa where we will be doing the interview. I sit in between Harry and Liam and cross my legs over “who wants a drink?”

“Me!” Niall says quickly making me laugh

“Now you two can’t have one because your only 17” Alan says to me and Harry

“I’ll have a pork scratchin” Harry responds

“Aww. Now some of your fans are pretty young. I saw one girl in her school uniform saying ‘Harry Harry give me some of your gravy”

“Eww” i scrunch my nose up as Harry places his head in is hand

“YN and Louis and Liam your all in relationships. How supportive are your partners?”

“Very supportive actually. James trusts me and I trust him” I give Alan a shrug

“Same here” Louis says smiling

“You lot are living the dream right now ain’t ya? and you boys have moved into swanky new bachelor pads. YN you’ve moved in with your boyfriend is that right?”

“Yeah that’s right” Niall says

“Do you live near each other?”

“Yeah. Harry an Louis live together, YN lives across from them and the rest of us have our own places in a complex” Zayn tells Alan

“Yeah me and Harry live together” Louis places his arm over Harry’s shoulders

“Do you still take your washing back home?”

“No they bring all their washing to mine and make me do it” I laugh

“Really?”

“Yeah. My washing machine seems to be on all the time”

“Hey we buy you food to say thank you” Louis says looking at me

“That’s true”

“Zayn your a bit of an int ya”

“Err I dabble”

“Is he a good drawer?” Alan asks and we all respond with yes’ or nods of the head

“What do you draw?”

“Mainly cartoons. I also draw the lads and YN sometimes”

“For Christmas Zayn drew me a picture of Cookie”

“Cookie is your dog right?”

“Yeah” I smile nodding my head

“Do you think you can draw me?” Alan asks getting a note pad and pen from behind his chair

“I can give it a go”

“Now I’m sensitive about me face so don’t make me look like bugs bunny. I have feelings to Zayn ya know”

The interview continues, Zayn shows Alan the picture which definitely isn’t his best work. We talk about our first album and the recording process. The boys, myself and Alan then have a dance off which I think I won.