#also she looks so good in the white suit with her hair and head circle thingy pls I love her

[railingsofsorrow]

stupid heart

summary: third and final installment of old habits  

pairing: emily prentiss x f!bau!reader 

warnings/content: reader is a Simp, emily is a Simp, they are Simps for each other; language; lots of yearning and eye contact; penelope being a matchmaker; bruises (mentioned); there is... fluff! I promise; paragraph in italics are memories.

A/N: here is the last part of old habits. i didn't know you guys would even like the first one tbh but I'm glad you asked for a part 2 because it was so fun to write this and make it a three-part mini-series. i hope you like the ending!

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you were on your lunch break when something vibrated and made you jump and hit your knee on your desk. you cursed rather loudly, attracting tara's attention to you as you held your leg with a painful groan. 

“how's the desk?” 

“fuck off.” 

she laughed, shaking her head and going back to her own paperwork. when she saw the time though, she was the first to venture off to have lunch.  

“are you staying the whole day sitting there? your butt will become a square.” 

you sighed, scratching your brow. if you left now, you would never finish this on time. you weren't even sure if you would finish on time if you stayed now, but eh, it was what you had at the moment. you didn't want to leave paperwork hanging, it would pile up like today. that sucked. 

“i'm good. bring me a muffin, though?” you knew she would have lunch in a restaurant nearby and your favorite bakery was side by side with it. “i'm craving something sweet.”  

tara scoffed with a knowing look. “you're always craving something sweet, like a tiny ant.” she proceeded to ruffle your hair on her way out and you were about to tell her to fuck off again if your boss wasn't walking inside the bullpen as pretty as ever. 

it was a relatively slow day at the bureau. you didn't have a case, which was rare, extremely rare and also extremely weird. slow days had pros and cons. one of the pros was that you could stay in the office without seeing any dead bodies and bloodied crime scenes for a change, one of the cons was that you had a ton of paperwork to fill out. it was boring. you moved to the kitchenette to get your fifth refill of coffee and then move back to your desk to drown yourself in filling out reports.  

it was emily's day off. you vividly recall penelope making a bet on how many hours emily would handle being out of the office, she received a middle finger.  

but here she was, and penelope was right. 

“hey, is there still a lot of those for you to finish?” she threw the question on her way to her office, switching her briefcase to her right hand to inspect the pile of manila folders with the other. 

emily was wearing a well-fitted black suit, a white shirt beneath it, and black trousers. black looked good on her. or any color for that matter. but emily's all-black outfits made you enter in cardiac arrest back in the day.  

who are you kidding? they still do.

“yes,” you leaned back in your chair, fiddling with your pen as you gazed up at her curiously. “isn't today supposed to be your day off?” 

“no, that's next week.” it's like the lie was waiting to come out. she grabbed at least ten files from your pile and gave you a wink before walking away. “i can help with that.” 

“you—hey!” you whispered-yelled, stumbling after her into her office. “you can't just take this.” you scolded her with a shake of your head, attempting to grab the files back. “it's your day off, emily. go home.” it was not next week. her day off was today, you knew it was. she always did that as an excuse to come in to work and do something. emily prentiss was restless, but she couldn't just take your heavy workload if she had one of her own. 

“i'm not going home.” she dropped her briefcase on the couch inside her office, closing the door before she circled around her desk and sat down. “i have spare time, so leave these here.” 

you pointed at the files on her desk, “are those your spare time?”  

“it's less than yours.” she rested her chin on the back of her hand, lips' corners lifting slightly.  

you sighed halfheartedly, “that's because I let it pile up through the weeks.” 

“give me half then,” she placed her hand on top of the files before you could drag it away and ran off from her office.  

you stared at her hand on top of yours for a hot minute until you got out of your daze and dropped at least three files on top of hers, glancing up at her with your brow raised.  

“you get three if you promise to not come in tomorrow and get some rest.” 

her lips stretched into a smirk as she leaned back on her chair, fingertips tapping against her laptop. she gazed up at you, a challenging glint in her eyes that you wouldn't fall for. this was you negotiating and she never won a negotiation with you. not when you were right, at least.  

emily rolled her eyes with a huff, “fine.” she said, playfully glaring at you as you grinned in victory with your files back in your hand.  

she enjoyed this dynamic. it almost felt as if the two of you were back to normal. the teasing. the playful annoyance. the excuses to be around one another — that part was entirely emily's fault and she didn't regret it.  

she knew you wouldn't let her take half of your workload with her just like that. she might have lost a few points in the bargaining, but she earned a lot of joy in seeing your satisfied smile as you left her office with a slightly less bigger pile of reports.  

as you dropped the files on your desk, you notice your hands were cramping, begging for you to take a break and you decided to do exactly that. you had been up since 8 am working non-stop, you deserved a little break, didn't you? and a coffee refill. 

your desk began to vibrate and you hit your knee against the hardwood, again. which made remember you have a phone and said phone was responsible for all the purple bruises you'll have on your knee. you yanked the drawer open with a low curse and grabbed your cell phone, not looking at the caller ID as you picked up the call. 

"what." jj looked up from her computer screen with an amused expression upon hearing your short tone. you walked into the kitchenette when the person's voice echoed through your ear while they pretended to be offended.  

"is that your way of saying you miss me?" spencer mumbled into the phone. you rolled your eyes while making another coffee pot. "hello to you too." 

"did you call before? you made me hit my knee twice, it hurt like a bitch." 

"how would I have made you hit your knee twice if I'm two hours and 1,051 miles away from you?" 

you let out a sigh, a smile creeping up on your lips at your best friend calling you. "hello, spencer. how's the honeymoon going?" 

you could see him scrunching his nose as he replied, "we're not married, it's not a honeymoon." 

"you're visiting his family, you might as well be married." 

he paused, stuttering a bit before he admitted something that made you squeak in delight in the kitchenette. rossi blinked at you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. you waited until he left the room to throw all your questions at spencer.  

"he proposed?!" 

"yes," spencer said, probably flushing red in the other side. you wish you could just tackle him into a hug and tell him how happy you were for him. ethan, spencer's boyfriend (now fiancée), was so in love with him, you knew it was only a matter of time that they tie the knot. after what your best friend went through while working at the BAU, he of all people deserved to be happy. "last night, actually." 

“okay,” you held yourself back from acting like a teenager wanting to hear about the newest gossip. “okay, so, I'm not going to ask what I need to ask now because you're going to tell me everything when you come back to virginia. when do you come back to virginia?” 

“saturday. we're spending the rest of the week here.” 

“good.” you smiled. “that's so good. spencer?” 

“yeah?” 

“i am so happy for you. both of you. congratulations!” 

“thank you.” he chuckled. “i'll tell you everything you want to know when I get back, okay?” you hum in agreement. “how was your date?” 

your nose scrunched as hot coffee burned your tongue, “what date?” you got distracted putting sugar in your coffee.  

“the one last week? with dahlia stanford?” spencer clarified confusedly. “did you not go?” 

oh. that date. 

right. 

“no, I- I did go,” you uttered quietly. 

the thing was: you hated it. you tried not to because dahlia was sweet and kind and she was even funny during five minute of conversation. but then the topic only remained on her and how she loved high school and wished she could go back because it was the best time of her life, and oh! she was her mom's favorite daughter— there was never a breach for you to talk about you.  

it got tiring quickly. you were slightly annoyed and sad at the end of the night. annoyed because of the date and sad because, well, it was starting to be hopeless for you.  

you didn't had a lot of dates after your break up with emily. six months was too soon for you so you respected your time until hannah from HR asked you out for coffee and you ghosted her. timothy, a lead detective on a local case, took you to a museum and it was fun but you ghosted him too. and dahlia, from sex crimes, whom you invited to have dinner but it was the most boring evening of your life.  

maybe you were fated to be alone and you needed to accept that. 

“you don't want to talk about it, do you?” you were glad to have known spencer for a long time so he understood your silence through the phone. “how's everything there? is everyone okay? paperwork piling up again?” 

you scoffed annoyed, “yeah, easy for you to say. yours never piled up. give me your brain and it won't happen.” 

“that's not physically possible.” he snickered at your jab.  

“everyone's fine. we didn't have a case today so it's slow.” 

“how are you and emily?” 

your back straightened as you almost spilled the coffee on the floor. you cleared your throat, eyeing the door for any possible newcomers. 

“fine? why would you ask that.” 

spencer hummed, “because you were giving each other the silent treatment last time I asked and I had to hear it from garcia.” 

“yeah, well, penelope's a snitch and me and emily are fine.” you placed your mug on the counter, munching on your lower lip thoughtfully. “we're friends.” 

“oh?” spencer's mocked surprised tone made your brows furrow a little in suspicion. “that's an improvement.” 

“why do you sound as if you knew more than I'm letting on?” 

you heard muffled voices in the background on his end and he replied to someone else before coming back to you. “i don't know anything. I have no idea.” 

“you're a shitty liar, reid.” 

“look, I have to go. ethan is taking me somewhere I have no idea— he's saying hi— but I'll call you back, okay?” 

“hi ethan,” you said with a little smile. “yeah, okay, have fun, lovebirds. don't do anything I wouldn't do.”  

spencer called your name before hanging up. 

“yeah?” you said, moving towards the bullpen in direction of your desk. you had a good break, it was time to head back to work.  

“give your heart a chance. it's worth it. trust me with this, okay? goodbye.”  

you froze as you were about to sit down. you didn't get a chance of answering him before he hung up on you and what exactly were you even going to say? spencer reid and his fucking unwarranted advice to mess with your head.  

you only realized your eyes were lingering on the windows of the office above the stairs when the door opened and the unit chief walked out, her gaze locking into yours until you quickly diverted yours to your desk.  

“hi again.” emily greeted you, leaning her hip against your desk.  

“hey,” you looked up as you opened another file. one less to go. you saw something in her hand and glimpsed at it curiously. “what's that?” 

“that's alright, em.” you smiled softly. “thank you for safekeeping it.”  

“tara said you were craving something sweet and left this for you.” a small package was placed beside your files. you stared at the package and looked up at her, confused. if the package was for you then why was it with emily?

she seemed to grasp your train of thought, a rosy tint reaching her cheeks. your whole demeanor softened at her obvious embarrassment. “you weren't here, so she, mhm, she left it in my office so I could give it to you when you came back—” 

“sure. it was my pleasure.” emily was about to combust from awkwardness, was that possible?  

she said your name and you stopped in the middle of opening the package to glance up at her. she pulled up a chair so both of you were at eye-level now.  

“i have a proposition for you.” 

“i have a proposition for you.”  

you bit the straw of your milkshake, quickly writing down the last pieces of information on the report so you could finally be free to go home and have some sleep. the last case wiped you out. “i don't have time to bury a body now, if you just wait for five more minutes...” 

“I-what?” emily let out a dumbfounded laugh. “why is that the first thing that comes to your mind when I say I have a proposition?” your mouth stretched into a convinced smile, your eyes drifted to hers for a second before they go back to your messy handwriting. you were almost done.  

“because I would. bury a body for you. you're too pretty to go to jail.” you finished your chocolate milkshake and left the plastic cup aside. 

emily tapped her fingers on your desk, shaking her head at you in disapproval to which you grinned in response. 

“i hate it when you do that.” 

you blinked innocently. “do what?” 

she lowered her face closer to yours and you couldn't help but stare down at her lips. “flirt with me while we're at work because you know I can't do anything about it.” 

“mhm, then tell me the proposition, prentiss. I don't have all day.” 

“go on a date with me.”  

“i won't give you anymore reports.” you clicked your pen once, twice, as if this would expel the memory that just traveled through your mind.  

emily looked down at the manila folders in your desk, they were halfway through. “i could finish all of those today.” 

“right, let's not kid ourselves here, baby. we don't have the same reading speed as spencer reid.” 

you had the privilege of seeing her dimpled smile and for moment your brain stopped working.  

“what?” 

you called me baby. I missed that. 

“nothing.” she said, looking away. “about the proposition. there will be a lyrid meteor shower friday night and I was thinking about going to the observatory park in great falls. it's one of the best places to watch the night sky.” emily paused, leaving you anxiously waiting. “do you— would you like to come with me?” and she quickly added, much to your dismay. “as friends, of course.” you observed her fidget with your pen before she carried on.   

why did you feel so disappointed? it was what you wanted, right? to be friends with emily, it was at least a start to rekindle your friendship of years. it was the right thing to do.  

was it normal to also find your friend the most beautiful woman on earth and try so hard to not kiss her at any given moment? 

you didn't think so. 

“okay.”  

emily blinked at you, stunned. “okay?” 

you give her an amused smile, “yes, okay, em. we can go watch the meteor shower together. as friends.” 

her smile fell a little, “right. yes. that's great. so I'll pick you up around 8, is that good for you?” 

you nodded in agreement, “sure.” there was an awkward silence as both of you tried to find any other topic to talk about but you were too nervous with going somewhere with her just the two of you and she was incredibly awkward at the failed attempt for asking you out on a date. “emily?” you blurted out while standing up before she could leave. “i did went on a date, but I'm not going on another one.” you mumbled a curse under your breath. “i meant that it didn't work out.” jesus, was that hard to say?! 

“oh.” emily muttered, eyes traveling across your face, seeking any form of sadness over the fact that it didn't work out between you and whoever you went on a date with. okay, she knew who it was and even which department the person, dahlia?, worked in. perks of having penelope garcia as your technical analyst and honorary hacker. “i'm sorry.” 

no, she wasn't the slightest bit sorry. 

you let a choked-up laugh escape and you were fast to cover your mouth. emily's gaze brightened up at that. she made you laugh. this day couldn't get any better. 

“you do look very sorry, em.” 

she groaned with a roll of eyes. “hey, I am, okay? if you really liked her, so...” 

your eyes narrowed at her. you slowly stepped towards her, arms crossing over your chest. tilting your head, you said, “her? I never told you it was a her.” you knew you caught her when her lips parted and she just clipped her mouth shut after being out of bullshit to throw at you. “penelope.”  

it wasn't a question.  

emily's expression twitched in a guilty grimace and she feared this might just have ruined her plans to get you back. fuck. 

what could she do? she wasn't capable of lying to you. 

you raised a hand, cutting her off. “i'm not mad. it's fine.” 

emily sighed in relief, “really?”  

“yeah.” you gave her an eye roll, shaking your head but your lips betrayed you by lifting its corners as you went back to your chair and dropped down on the seat.  

emily munched on her upper lip, gathering her strength to just walk off and accept things as they were because you have to let time do its magic— god, she couldn't fucking do it. thanks, penelope, for your amazing advice but I am a restless woman. 

“and what if I don't want this to be a friendly hangout?” you gasped in surprise as she reappeared beside you, drawing her chair closer, bumping with the arms of your chair. “would it be a stretch to say that I want it to be a date?" 

emily's really pushing her luck here. 

"emily-" you croaked out, your voice suddenly rough, but she cut you off by grabbing your wrist tenderly.  

"I know I messed up. and I know I betrayed your trust which is something I'd never ever do it intentionally because I lo- because I care so deeply about you," emily admitted all of that, apparently forgetting you were in the middle of the bullpen. something you also didn't notice. "so just give me this chance, this one date. If you say no I'll completely understand, hell I'm probably being extremely pushy right now-" 

"emily." you tugged at her hand, jerking your head in the direction of her office so she could follow you there. you pulled her inside the room, closing the door by resting your back against it. you were finally away from prying eyes. "will you let me talk now?" 

she felt her cheeks warming up in shame.  

you took a step towards your ex-girlfriend, not believing what you were about to say because she was, well, your ex-girlfriend. and you're not supposed to say yes to a date with your ex when you're trying to get over them. 

"you're not being pushy. I was actually kind of hoping this would be a date until you said as friends." she mentally kicked herself at her doings. "I care about you too, okay? I can't just not care, emily." your shoulders slumped as you exhaled slowly. "so yes, this can be a date. and we can see how it goes from there." 

emily wanted to kiss you so bad right now and she wanted to cry at the same time. this meant you were giving her a chance, that you wanted to try as much as she did even if she didn't think she deserved it that much. but she wouldn't disappoint you this time.  

"you won't regret it." you hummed with a soft smile, messing with her fingers and then letting it go.  

"okay, boss. now, can I go back to work or will you keep me from my duties any longer?" 

"I'm debating that." 

you gave her a look, to which she grinned causing your heart to beat insanely fast inside your ribcage. you swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look away. how could you be just friends with emily prentiss? that just wasn't possible. 

as a close friend of yours said once, you'd give your heart a chance. maybe it would be worth the risk. 

"I hate you," you mumbled while holding back a smile as you opened the door to leave her office. it was time to get back to work, for real this time.  

you could hear the smug smile in her voice. “no you don't. ” 

“no, I don't,” you confessed quietly to yourself. 

and for that, you blamed your stupid heart. 

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taglist: @ravensbug ; @lez-talk1 ; @chiefemilyprentiss ; @snoopyaah 

[kit-williams]

The Spider Suite

Apothecarian Imperial Fist: Astel Redlane

Sickly/weak darling named Mouse

I need to say the biggest shoutout to @bispecsual because a good CHUNK of the yandere boys had her help involved. The small mood boards had her help as well in helping me pick out pictures. 100% helped with getting a plot for the White Scar, helping pick out music for both Azazel rework; the imperial fist; and the white scar as well. They're been an amazing soundboard to work off of and have given me ideas for more short stories/au's etc. Like they have been such a big help that I can't thank them enough for giving me an ear to just go off on tangents about "what if the boys but chaos" and other such just random stuff that during fluffuary I didn't want to write about just yet. (And also keeping me on track with writing all the insane stuff)

Tag List: @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog @thevoidscreams @barn-anon

Thank you to @squishyowl for the Dividers

tw: SMUT, non con/rape , somnophilia, drugging, yandere behavior

Astel was one of the few brothers suited to taking care of others. Now that did not make him less of a fighter but he could handle returning from a battle covered in the gore caused by tending his battle brothers. Perhaps such a burden and weight upon his shoulders and to keep such a smile and tenderness in his person... perhaps such a thing is what turned his hair white. He entered his room and his eyes settled upon the chapter serf resting upon his bed, his Mouse as he had taken to affectionately calling her. Chapter Serfs were different from most baselines... but Mouse?

Sickly thing... and he could not help but take such pity on her, he wasn't heartless so how could he not take pity upon her? She had simply gotten the short end of the genetic lottery as he had studied her predispositions and she, for a chapter serf, was weak. The laborious lifestyle she was born into did not help her completely while hardier to baselines but compared to her peers she was such a sickly thing. Such a hardy stock serfs were, his fingers danced over her arm as his grey eyes looked over her body, but she tired easy... she was often sick or unwell... out of breath often... just she was just unlucky... if he was a crueler man one might say she was a burden even. His fingers trailed over her back and gently rubbed circles as she let out a small cough.

This is how Astel kept sane... he would find himself a pet project for him to feel good about. He made sure his door was locked and that he wouldn't be disturbed... he looked over the work orders that he had convinced Mouse to give to him to ensure that there would be a nice chunk of time that her companion was busy. He hummed softly as he opened a medical cabinet and pulled out a special mixture for her, making sure there were no air bubbles in it before he injected his mouse. She sighed and relaxed at the cocktail of medications and relaxants entered her veins. Things to help her and try to strengthen her and to help her body relax for what was to come. His fingers ran through her hair as he pulls her messy bun out looking at her hair cupping her face with a loving look in his eyes.

Astel undid his body glove, a part of him wishing she was awake to watch him so he could watch her eyes move over his body. His fingers running through the white happy trail on his stomach as his balls felt heavy... it had been awhile since he had some relief. His fingers pushing back the skin around his cock as he lazily strokes himself to half mast. A grower he's been called and far too girthy as well. He cocked his head to the side with a smile on his face as he just watched her nuzzle his pillow. He did his best to help her with her aliments and make her feel good. He always made sure she left his presence well rested and feeling better, if not slightly sore sometimes.

The bed, made for a man like him, had hardly any impression made by her body and it groaned as he sat on the bed and starts to undo her clothes. He can't help but lean down and press kisses to the back of her neck, wanting to suck on her skin and leave marks there, but his fingers work her robe free from her body. It didn't start like this... he just was a weak man for her weak body... it just started with touches to help soothe her as she slept... and then his hands roamed and she made such irresistible noises as she slept... and finding out that she could take so many of his fingers in her without waking up and just mewling instead is what drove him to this. She had to like it if she mewled right?

He rolled her over... his hand caressing her cheek and moving a strand of hair away from her cheek. His fingers made quick work of her breast bindings and freed her breasts. He leaned in as he wrapped a mouth around one of her nipples and suckled. His tongue caressing the hardening nub as his own member hardened slowly between his legs. The scent of her arousal spurring him on as did many things... he learned how to touch her and make his Mouse feel good. He just had to make sure... she didn't wake up for what he was going to do.

He pulled his mouth away from one overly wet nipple and trailed kisses in the valley of her breasts whispering to her flesh, "Do I make you feel good, little Mouse?" Astel asks before pushing his fingers between her folds and he hears her whimper of pleasure in reply. He always made sure to prepare her, like he did with any lover, but she always took him so well its what made him focus so much on her. Her soft whimpers become akin to an earworm for him haunting him throughout the day as he wrote down medical notes or sketched organs... and the way her face emoted with such soft pleasure haunted him that he has a book full of sketches of such soft faces.

He cannot wait for the day that he won't have to make sure she wont wake up but for now its for her own good for her to be so relaxed. He pulled his fingers out of her sex and pushed them into his mouth as he licked them clean as well checked on her health, she tasted so good. His cock, now fully hardened, twitched in excitement as he could see it as her body being willing to be taken by him. He pulled her up and into his lap as her head rested against his chest as he could hear her whimper as he positioned her over his cockhead. As he eased her down he couldn't help but let out soft moans... he couldn't get relief as often as his brothers due to his girth and he could feel how her walls tried to push him out.

He moved a hand down to her hooded bead and played with it feeling her walls flutter and the waves of her natural lubricant coat his cock to help him sink in till her hips touched his. Astel flexed his thighs as he resisted to thrust up as he had to give her body her time to adjust to his size. He wonders how she would let him know to move? Would she play coy? Would it just be a simple word? A nod of her head? A trail of her hand on his chest? Down his arm? As she looked up at him blissed out in pleasure upon his bed.

His lips touch her forehead and some part of him wanted to see her eyes open and her judge him in this moment... would she look at him as blissed out and lovingly as he wanted or would it be the disgust and horror that he probably deserved for what he was doing to her. He furrowed his brow at the shame that washed over him and he pushed it away by thrusting up into her body and hearing that soft pleasured whimper from her. Her hair tickled his chest and his arm as he held onto her hips as he had her leaning on him, his hands sliding her up and down his cock. It started innocent... touches to help soothe her... a stolen kiss... trailing hands and more intimate touches followed by suckling marks upon her skin where she would not see them easily. The backs of her thighs and close to her ass is where he marks as how else can she see behind her easily?

He did have some competition... her overseer was a failed aspirant and while he didn't like her weakness... it too charmed him and he was trying to court her in his own way. He knew what charm she had... but he made it clear to him that she was his Mouse. And like a good aspirant he listened to his betters but he wasn't a mean peer to his lesser... he just turned the aspirants gaze to his Mouses' companion, someone who was overly concerned with how long Mouse spent in his bedroom, and thus he solved 2 problems.

He felt adventurous tonight as he stood up and continued to thrust into her willing entrance. Hot tongue confessions in gothic left his lips as drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. He so badly wanted to hear her gasps of pleasure and her screaming his name as her walls spasmed around him. His mind raced at what positions he would take her in as they fucked, no not fucked but as he loved her properly. She wasn't as weak or as sickly as many made her out to be... she could handle his cock with ease and it was always so hard to find serfs who could. Usually he was so pent up and perhaps he had a bad habit of always clinging to a serf that can handle him... and with that being also his pet project... well that's how she was both a project and a sexual release. He was so close... he played with that bead and felt her strangling his cock and he came with her name slipping from his lips.

She woke up to the scratching of a stylus to parchment which meant that Brother Astel had returned. She rubbed the heel of her hand into her eye wiping away the sleep. She felt tired but in a good way... and that was more than what she normally got in her bed. "I hope you had a good rest, little mouse." She heard Astel finally say as he turns in his chair looking over at her with his usual warm and kind smile.

"Yes I did." Mouse said finally noticing her hair was now braided and she smiles as she always appreciated how Astel would do this for her, "I really shouldn't sleep here." She says softly.

"Nonsense. You need this my dear and I'm happy to offer my little serf some help." Astel said with his usual mirth.

"Your serf?" Mouse said with a laugh, closing her eyes and missing how Astel tenses and the distress in his body. She stopped laughing but still smiled at him, "I suppose I might be."

"Do... do you not wish to be?" Astel says softly in a curious tone... unknown to Mouse this was a question he wasn't ready to hear rejection too. He was just taking things away from her... giving her all of the time and freedom she wanted with him... Astel stopped his racing mind... he would give her back all her freedoms soon, just he had to make sure she wouldn't leave.

She kicked her feet as she sat in the bed just thinking, "I doubt I'm cut out to be a personal serf, Lord Redlane."

"I think you could be." He says encouragingly to her and she always appreciated how Astel, while it might be pity, still did not think of her as being overly weak.

She hopped off his bed looking at those charming grey eyes of his and that smile... that encouraging smile, "I'll... I'll think about it at least." Mouse said before making his bed and cleaning up a few things before slipping on her shoes and leaving his room to return to her duties. Astel let out a sigh as his eyes returned to the parchment as again there she was once more drawn in the nude laid upon his bed with such a beautiful peaceful look upon her face and for now Astel had to live with this vision upon parchment... and he could for now at least do that.

[ghostingaces]

We Need To Talk About Glass | 141 x Reader/Oc

Synopsis; There’s something not right about the rookie

Warnings; vague horror themes and foul language

Notes; Glass is technically an oc but I don’t mention a name or physical description in this, even though she has one, is because this is kind of like a screen test for her. The only description so far is she's tall, Irish, and has plale eyes. This au is also inspired by this and this which I absolutely adore. This is my first piece of writing on this site so I hope you enjoy.

Its also only Price and Ghost for now. It’s a bit rough. Part Two here.

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Most of the file before him was blacked out.

Rows upon rows of dark lines stared back at him as he flickered through the manilla folder, crime scene like photos of bloodshed tacked to pages after pages of mission reports. Occasionally the repetitive drivel would be interrupted by a disciplinary report, but those were drowned out with commendations.

“No picture?” Prime hummed as he flipped back to the first page.

“No Sir” The Irish Ranger in front of him answers. He's a tall man, bald with keen green eyes, and the rookies former CO. Lieutenant Byrne. A respectable and very capable man. A man who’s knuckles had been bone white on the file when he handed it over, green gaze refusing to flicker over the pictures he had probably seen dozens of times already. He had probably lived through several.

Price cast his gaze back down to the first page of the rookies file. Her name was simple and easy to remember, but distinct enough to suit her stature. He read it twice again just to make sure that it stuck though.

 He rubbed his eyes as an uncomfortable itch overtook them.

“Infiltration, demolitions, interrogation, guerrilla warfare..., Jack of all trades aren't you...” He read over the callsign inscribed on the page “Glass”

The figure in the corner nodded. A scratchy voice echoed from behind the balaclava “Yes sir”

He had barley noticed the woman when she had walked into the briefing room behind Lieutenant Byrne. Draped in all black and of a similar stature to the man, she had seemed more of a shadow then person. By the time Price had realised she wasn't just an apparition, she had retreated into the dark like she belonged there. 

“Before you're cleared for active duty you'll run some sims with the team” He explained. He settled his gaze on where he thought her eyes would be but could only see the shimmer of something staring back at him.

“Yes Sir”

“Even after that you won't be let out on the field for a while, not until you sim scores are perfect. Any objections?”

“No Sir”

“I expect perfection for my team, no room for mistakes.” Price stood from his desk and circled it slowly so he could sit closer to Glass (what was her name again?) and stare into the depths of the shadows that covered her “Understood”

There was what he perceived as a nod “Yes Sir”

“Good.” He grunted before reaching out to the other ranger for a grateful handshake “Lieutenant Byrne, thank you for the introduction but I can take it from here”

“Of course Sir” The irishman smiled aloofly has he shook the captains hand, grip firm, before stepping back closer to the woman “I’ll be out of you hair by the morning.”

Captain Price nodded with an amicable smile and watched as Byrne stepped closer to the woman who had moved to face him. They spoke in hushed voices, a flush of cold sweat gathering across the mans bald head, and what sounds like him snapping out a small ‘behave’ bounced around the room before he moved briskly to the door.  It open with a scream of rusted hinges.

“Good luck Sir” Lieutenant Byrne smile tightly and shut the door behind him.

Good luck?

Price watched him go, head turned towards the door, before looking back to Glass.

She was closer than before.

A lot closer.

He could make out the structure of sharp bones under the black balaclava, high cheeks and an almost roman nose, as well as tired pale eyes that seemed to look perpetually glassy. He looked away when the itch returned. John huffed, callused hands rubbing his eyes softly, and watched in his peripheral is Glass continued to stare.

When the ache subsided, he offered a hand to shake “Welcome to the 141″

The corners of her eye crinkled every so slightly and he caught what looked like a smile in her dead eyes “Happy to be here Sir”

He could feel the ice of her skin through her gloves when they shook hands. Something distinctly wrong settled in his chest as he stared into her almost fake looking eyes. (Iris too glass like, pupils to much like a void)

What was her name again?

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There was something wrong with Glass.

Something almost artificial, something uneven in the way she walked. Something doll like in the way she turned her head.

Ghost, the paranoid man that he was, noticed it first.

Noticed the lights that flickered when she walked into the room, a figure that wasn't her appearing in the shadow, before the bulbs would return to their usual florescent glow. The woman didn't seem to notice (or she didn't care) and was content to to carry on with her day. Ghosts eyes would follow her though, catching her gaze in the mirror she walked past. (He knew for a fact all the mirrors in her room were covered)

Her reflection would linger a moment while her body walked on.

Every instance of wrongness was so quick.

Too quick, like she was teasing him. 

Daring him to say something.

He never told anyone he saw it happen

She made attempts to be normal. Well versed on most topics, she held up conversation easily (if you could ignore you own voice echoing back at you occasionally) but her gaze seemed to pierce through you. Glassy. Fake. Eyes more lifeless than the taxidermy deer head his father hung above the mantle.

He’d watch her for the rest of the day. 

He'd watch as she stalked from room to room, lingering in the back, ghoulishly pale eyes fixated on the people that milled about, as if waiting on one to walk off alone so she could follow. Stalking like a predator, like something hungry. 

People had been going MIA recently 

He’d never seen her eat, never drink, never seen a sliver of skin that wasn't the greasepaint covered flesh around her eyes. Hands constantly bound in leather gloves, tall body locked away in layers of black fabric and body armour. However, in spite of the heavy boots she wore, her steps were basically soundless. She moved like smoke.

“Keep sneaking up on me and I might shoot you” He had snapped one day, tone playful but a genuine threat thinly veiled in his words. He wasn't comfortable with her at his back, not with the knife always on her belt.

Glass has simply laughed, the sound as grating as nails on a chalk board, before she slinked off to to bother Soap or linger in Prices shadow, knife hilt glittering like polished gold.

A Celtic cross was carved into the handle.

A similar gold one hung from a thin chain around her neck, weathered with age and handling, but meticulously cared for.

Soap had asked is she believed in God when he first saw it dangling around her throat, polished gold blindingly vibrant against the blood and black of her tac vest. The chain was short which made the sigil sit right on her breastbone, right above rows of magazines waiting to be used.

Glass had chuckled hoarsely, like she thought having faith in something was more of a desperate joke more than anything else, before spinning a painful vague story about a grandmother and family heirlooms.

Ghost new many people in the service who believed in one god or another, he knew how important it was in a job like this to have something to hold onto to ground yourself when the bullets started flying and bodies dropped around you. Knew it was better to have anything than to let horror of the job eat you alive.

But Glass?

He knew no god could help that creature.

[thelov3lybookworm]

Caged In (part 2)

Part 1

Day 2: Style

Summary: Lucien has some really amazing fashion sense, and his newly made friend is very interested in his wardrobe.

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A/n: because many of you were asking about a part 2, it gave me the idea to do the whole week in this series. I'll try my best to make a part for everyday now ❣️ this is not much, but I'm trying and simply having some fun 😉

Also, I don't think the fic really fits much into the prompt, but it's alright. Right? Anyways, I decided I wanted to see him in clothes that are not green or red, so...

So here is my second contribution to @lucienweekofficial 🫶

(I don't really like this, but anyways. I wrote this in 1‐2 hours, what am I even expecting. Maybe I'll like tomorrow's more?)

Enjoy!

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Y/n watched intently as Lucien and Jurian bickered over who would cut the wood for the fire and who would go into the market to get the items necessary for the night's dinner.

They had been at it for quite some time, and because she was bored, she had gotten herself a cup of tea and settled down to watch the two of them.

It had been one month since that night, since Lucien had helped her flee the night court, and she was surprised no one from the inner circle had arrived to search for her. Sure, she had received countless letters and notes from Rhys and Cassian, demanding to know where she was and that she return home.

She wouldn't do that anytime soon.

She had only left a note that said, I'm tired of your overprotective tendencies before she left.

Cassian had always been overprotective over her, since the moment he found her hiding in her mother's skirts and staring at him and the other males of the camp, just before they had pulled her mother away and slaughtered her.

After Cassian had been born, the males of the camp had taken him from his mother, ready to kill her. But before they could, she had sneaked away and ran. After days of running, she ran into a fae man, who gaslit her into believing they were in love and raped her, hence making her pregnant with Y/n.

Because Y/n's father was not an Illyrian, Y/n was only half Illyrian, and that meant she could make her wings vanish, just like Rhys.

After Nyx's birth, she and Cassian had visited an Illyrian camp due to some unrest having arisen. The men there were too pissed that a female was trying to command them, one of them even daring to get into her space and rant about how he would do unimaginable things to her and she would soon die.

And Cassian had taken him a little too seriously, confining Y/n to the river house hoping that she'll be safe.

But in the process, he had caged her in.

The sound of Jurian's cheers brought Y/n out of her thoughts, and she looked up from her cup of tea.

Jurian grinned as he flounced up to Y/n, ruffling her hair on the way in. She swatted him away and he chuckled.

"So? He's going to the market?"

Lucien grumbled out an affirmation, starting to walk away towards the forest nearby. Y/n contemplated staying or following Lucien. If she stayed, she'd die of boredom untill Vassa arrived. If she followed, she could get some entertainment by irritating Lucien.

Making her decision, she shoved her empty cup into Jurian's chest, who was on his way out. She kissed his cheek in apology, sprinting to catch up to Lucien.

"Hello again."

"Why are you following me–"

"The weather seems really good today, don't you think?"

He glanced at her, his eyes narrowing before he sighed. "I don't know."

She grinned, bumping his shoulder with her own. Or atleast she tried to, her shoulder barely reaching his.

He shook his head, entering the clearing where he would chop the firewood in. She trotted to a nearby tree with huge roots where she took a seat, watching him.

He was wearing one of his beautifully made tunics today, the first three buttons undone. It was black colored, an unusual color to see him in. But it suited him nonetheless, maybe even more than his normal colours.

His breeches were light grey, bordering on white. They hugged his legs perfectly, leaving very little to the imagination. The powerful muscles in his thighs rippled lightly as he stalked around the clearing, gathering wood to chop.

She simply watched him, taking note of the elegance and grace in his every step and movement.

Soon he had gathered the amount of wood he deemed fit, and he got ready to begin chopping them up into smaller bits. He pulled out a strip of leather from his pocket, and pulled his long hair back, tying it off in a neat knot at the base of his neck. He then proceeded to fold his sleeves up to his elbows, the muscles in his forearms flexing, the rings on his fingers glinting in the dying rays of the sun.

Y/n's mouth dried.

But she wasn't one to blame when a male like Lucien was doing things like that in front of her.

He lifted the axe, bending a little to chop into the wood. The necklaces he wore dangled in front of his chest, making him look all the more... delicious.

Delicious?!? What the hell?

She watched him, all the muscles in his body rippling. She wanted to go up to him, and pull his–

No. She didn't want anything. She couldn't want anything.

A small smirk formed on his lips, and Y/n knew she had been caught.

"You know, it's a little rude to stare, my lady."

She swallowed, trying to get her tongue off the roof of her mouth as he lifted the small axe, bringing it down on the wood again. There was something she had been wanting to ask him.

"You know, I was wondering if I could see your wardrobe."

He paused, axe suspended in the air as he half turned to her.

"What?"

"I said–"

"I heard what you said. My lady."

She flushed. "Oh."

After a few moments, he spoke again. "Why do you want to see my clothes?"

"Um... I wanted to... see if there was something I wanted to steal from your clothes."

He blinked. "Why... why would you want to do that?"

"Because I think you have really amazing clothes and... you have a good style."

He smirked. "Is that so?"

She groaned, throwing her hair back.

"Are you going to let me have a shirt of yours or not?"

"Why do you want one?" He asked, turning his focus back to chopping the wood.

"Because I want to wear something good for tonight because Vassa is taking me to dinner tonight."

Lucien's brows Rose, but he didn't stop. "And why is she taking you out?"

"Because the both of us are tired of you males and we both deserve a day off. You can babysit Jurian for one night, can you not?"

Lucien laughed, the sound sending the butterflies in Y/n's stomach into a panic.

"And you don't have a tunic you can wear outside?"

"I don't like mine. They are very simple, and Vassa will kill me if I wore something like that."

Lucien sighed. "I guess you will not leave me alone unless I let you have my shirts?"

"You might be right."

"Well then, you can take a look, when we get back."

Y/n squealed. "Thank you Lucien!"

He smiled.

And so began Y/n's harmless little crush on Lucien.

Little did she know it was not, in fact, just a harmless little crush.

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Part 3

Taglist: @bubybubsters @eos-princess @nightless @lizziesfirstwife

[darkcrowprincess]

In TLO, we are told that the Oracle cannot date. So what if Percy and Rachel were dating beforehand, and then right before she becomes the Oracle, they have a quick wedding ceremony so they’re married, not dating?

*most of my knowledge of how consent of marriage in New York between two 16 to 17 year olds comes from google. So if I get anything legally wrong I apologize*

"Are you sure about this Rachel?"

"I'm sure Percy." Rachel says from inside the single family bathroom at the court house.

"Besides if it doesn't work out we can always get divorce."

"Gee thanks." Percy says sarcastically.

Rachel giggles softly, "You know what I mean Percy. Besides I've got a good feeling about this. It feels right."

"Like I'm about to have a weird vision of the future feeling, or just a regular good feeling?" Percy questions.

Before Rachel can answer Percy's Mom and Paul comes up behind him. Sally smiling with a piece of paper in her hands. Mr Dares written consent. He smiles and waves back. Nervousness fully hitting him

"How did you get your dad to agree to this?"

"Blackmail". Rachel says, finally opening the bathroom door and stepping out.

"Oh". Percy says, stunned at the sight he sees before him. Ocean eyes wide, cheeks turning red.

Rachel Elizabeth Dare is a vision in ivory white. The dress she wears hangs around her all drape like but beautiful. Reminding Percy of greek women in movies. Two pieces of fabric attached to the skirt are also clip around her wrists so the skirt flows and swishes with her. As she move the dress moves with her, as if shes floating in water. The part of the bodice thats attached to the flowing skirt is aligned with white sea pearls. One perfectly lined up in a row, one after another. Circling her waistline. More pears are sewed at the top of the bodice near her chest. Showing a modest but greek style neckline. The look is completely with her red curls still wild but beautiful. A greek style flower laurel on her head, with a bit of white veil going down her back. Her face plain but no less beautiful natural. Big green wide eyes pop amongst the white, freckles all over her body standing out even more, but still beautiful. The most beautiful thing of all is her happy carefree smile.

Percy has said nothing, completely amazed by how beautiful she looks. He feels (embarrassing to think let alone admit) like Prince Eric from that Disney movie when Ariel the mermaid steps out of the shadows for the prince to see her in her pretty pink dress.

Flustred and still amazed Percy comments, "Yo-you look beautiful "

Rachel gives a happy flirty smile back. Eyes Percy up and down in satisfaction.

"No so bad yourself Percy. You clean up nice."

He laughs nervously, and tries not to mess up his styled black hair by running his fingers through it. After the yelling(first time ever really his mom has ever yelled like that and questioned what he was thinking) Percy's mom quickly came around once he fully explained about Rachel becoming the orcale. She again asked him if they were both sure(mainly eyeing her son for his reactions). But quickly became fully supportive with Paul's help. Paul more so getting Mr Dare's written consent, and finding a court house that would marry two teenagers in New York. Sally Jackson not only helped Percy with his hair, she got Percy a suit. A dark ocean blue suit. Plain white dress shirt. Matching ocean blue vest and tie. Percy felt like a ridiculous little boy playing dress up. However seeing Rachel, and her over all reaction. For once Percy felt maybe he did look good too. That they could actually maybe do this.

Percy reaches to hold both of Rachels hands. Linking their fingers together.

"Ready?" Questions Percy(he doesn't really need to.)

A determined look flashes in Rachel Elizabeth Dare's eyes. "Ready."

Percy nods then turns to his mom. She smiles at him.

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Everything after that is a blur, what Percy remembers most is standing in front of the judge with Rachel. Holding her hands. He would be afraid that he's squeezing the circulation from her fingers, however shes squeezing just as hard back. So good to know he's not the only one freaking out. But soon the judge is having them sign their names on the paperwork. Afterwards he has them recite the typical lines you always hear at weddings.

"Do you Perseus Jackson, being of sound mind and body take Rachel Elizabeth Dare as you lawful wedded wife?" The old judge says, looking like stereotypical old man judge with glasses and gray hair. He has a disapproving look on his face('probably at their ages, but the old geezer can stuff it' thinks Percy).

Percy genuinely grins at Rachel. A soft fragile thing. He is fully putting his heart in her hands. "I do."

The judge continues, "And do you Rachel Elizabeth Dare, being of sound mind and body take Perseus Jackson as your lawful wedded husband?"

Rachel eyes shine. She has a serious look on her face. Not letting her eyes leave Percy she says, "I do."

"Than by the state of New York I pronounce you husband and wife. Young man you may now kiss your bride."

Percy sees a flash of blonde in the corner of his eye in the back of the court house but he ignores it(he's not letting her ruin this. Especially for Rachel). He takes a quick look a his mom and Paul (his parents) both smiling and crying. He finally looks at Rachel who smiles at him in reassurance. Rachel mouths the words 'I have a good feeling about this.' It gives him the courage to finally close the gap. Rachel leans up on her tip toes as he leans down and their lips touch. Warmth and comfort flashes through the both of them. It feels like home to Percy(it feels like he's breaking the cycle. Making his own destiny. They are no longer pawns of the gods)

Percy pulls Rachel closer and runs his fingers through her red curls. Kissing her a little harder. She hums in pleasure.

Too quickly they end the kiss and both pull back. Meadow green eyes meet ocean. Both unbelievably happy.

Hand in hand they walk to Percy's parents. Rachels sees the blonde sitting in the back and ignores it too. Through congratulations from both hugging parents Percy and Rachel dont let go of each others hands.

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Rachel and his parents are both waiting outside the courthouse when Percy finally goes up to Annabeth. She meets him half way. Walking quickly to meet him. He expects it, but still flinches at the hard punch she gives him to his face( Annabeth is also wearing a silver ring with owl craved into the band. The owl cuts against Percy's eyebrow).

Casually the blonde shakes her fist out, her knuckles brused. Annabeth's eyes are cold, yet her face doesn't show much emotion. "How could you! Especially with her! She's a mortal Percy!"

Percy (ignoring the pain) tries to stay calm, hopefully he can get through this quickly. The quicker he gets through this the quicker he can get back to his parents and his girl- no his wife. His wife now he happily thinks.

"Since when is that your concern Annabeth? I can date and marry who I want. Your my friend. I would think you'd be happy for me."

Annabeth face goes a little red in angrer. Finally some emotion is showing.

" I kissed you, I thought even a seaweed brain like you can even figure out what that means!"

"Yeah you kissed me. Meaning you like me. But that doesn't mean I return those feelings Annabeth!" Percy says through clenched teeth.

Annabeth has worry in her eyes now. "This wasn't how this was suppose to go!" She grips his jacket collar hard and desperate. "You think this will be ok with the gods Percy?! Not only is she mortal, she's the psychic of Delphi too. They will not be pleased with this! They wont like being out smarted like this!"

Percy removes her hands from his person. "Its my life Annabeth! And I get to choose how I want to live it. We both get to. So I'm choosing her." Percy finally gives her and apologetic look. "I'm sorry, but I care for her enough to risk it." It's too early to say love Percy thinks. But he's definitely starting to feel it could go that way with time. "I don't feel that way for you Annabeth. I'm sorry."

Full blown emotion finally shows on her face. Her lip wobbles, and tears gather in her eyes. But than her face goes angry again. Tears finally spill. "I gave up Luke for you. Fine than, if that's how you want to play it. Have fun with your mortal. When the gods get pissed off enough to think of some horrible pay back. Don't come crying to me." She turns swiftly and not looking back. Percy makes a motion to follow her, but Annabeth puts on her baseball cap and goes invisible.

He feels horrible for Annabeth. But he wont let her ruin today. He looks at his hand with his ring on it and smiles. He wont let anyone one ruin it.

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"What happened to your forehead?" Rachel questions with worry, she gently touches the mark on his eyebrow.

Percy just smiles at her, clasping her hand with hers.

"It's nothing don't worry about it Mrs Jackson."

Rachel laughs at that. The look on her face is so beautiful he can't help but kiss her.

(Don't like don't read. Post hate and I'll block you)

[marzbix-crystal]

[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Apophyllite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right, they have grey-blue hair that reaches their chin with one side partially covering their face, they wear the winter uniform with a shirt, tie, puffy sleeves, flared shorts, and flat shoes with bows on them, they also wear white knee-socks and elbow-length gloves, In the lower centre is a headshot of Apophyllite looking towards the left with their hair obscuring their face, in the lower left is a stylized drawing of them with one hand on their hip and the other holding a broom, finally in the top left is an image of Apophyllite crystals, and a Manga screenshot depicting a Lunarian mentioning the gem, with a red circle and arrows pointing to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below

APOPHYLLITE She/Her Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4.5 Nicknames: Phyll or Poppy The Fourth Elder Gem. She pulled everyone together when Kongo Sensei lost consciousness. She's a lovely gem, but very strict on how she runs things- she's always fussing the youngsters about their uniforms, sleeping quarters, and even their posture. Apophyllite is a jack of all trades, she can teach, fix broken gems, mend clothes, she can even make quality paper. But she prefers cleaning above all else- dirt and clutter beware!! Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: She is the Head Cleaner, and while she has a team of cleaners to keep the school tidy all year-round, she begins rallying every gem to get things (mostly) spotless before winter hits.

[Image ID: A page of annotated and fully-coloured digital drawings featuring an interpretation of the character Pink Fluorite from Land of the Lustrous, on the right is a full body drawing of the character facing the right with their head turned to the left, they have long, sleek, reddish pink hair that hangs around their shoulders like a scarf with a strand of hair drooping from the top of their head, they wear a suit with a waistcoat, shirt, tie, rolled-up sleeves, trousers, and high-heeled shoes, In the lower centre is a stylized doodle of Pink Fluorite from the waist up, they have their hands on their hips and they have a disgusted expression on their face, the word "disgusted" is written in bold letters on their left, in the lower left is a bust drawing of the character facing the left while looking over their shoulder at the viewer, their hair is tied into a bun, finally in the top left is an image of a Pink Fluorite crystal, and a Manga screenshot depicting a strategy board where the character Phosphophyllite mentions them, a red circle and arrows point to the name. /End ID]. Annotations will be rewritten below PINK FLUORITE She/He Pronouns Mohs Hardness: 4 No Nicknames: Use their full name or refer to as "Sir" A total etiquette freak, far too strict to be a Mediator, but she still does her best to uphold the rules to the best of her ability. He was once the Delinquents' worst nightmare, but he started to mellow out a while ago. She had a weird one-sided rivalry with Labradorite, but she has mostly grown out of it. Mostly. Several-hundred years shy of Elder Gem status, but he still pulls the age card like it's a badge once in a while. She's weirdly agile for a gem that doesn't fight. He often ties his hair up into a bun, a very prim and proper gem. Some stuff I didn't write on the drawing: Pink Fluorite is actually quite elusive nowadays, he's usually holed up in the Library, making sure everything is in the right place. Despite her cold demeanour, she gives pretty good advice to those looking for it. --------------------

ALRIGHT OK ALRIGHT!!! I'm so happy with these I posted them together because I didn't want to just, idk bloat?? my profile?? I don't know how to say it but ANYWAY I realise these are a bit messy but I don't really mind it? I got my thoughts down and that is what matters. All three of these gems (Sphalerite, Apophyllite, and Pink Fluorite) looked VERY different to when I first thought about them, it's a shame I didn't draft those out, but I' so so happy with how they ended up. Although it's been very hard not to write "Pink Floyd" instead of Pink Fluorite I will be doing some proper art soon ish, I have several ideas, but not not all of them will be pretty rock related, so if you're tuned into my other blogs you can keep an eye out if you want :]

[astridhoff03]

Some cute Married/ Parents Hiccstrid Fluff I tought about in the natural sciences lesson. Enjoy the wholesomness of the Haddock Family!

"...And so Toothless and I saved the egg of the Dragon King," Hiccup proudly completed his story. Zephyr and Nuffink, both lying in their mother's arms, looked at their father with wide eyes. Astrid smiled lovingly at her husband, then turned to her children. "It's bedtime, rascals." "But I want to hear another story," Zephyr begged. "That was so great." Hiccup took his daughter in his arms and put her in her bed. “Tomorrow again, my darling. Promised. But you have to sleep now.” His little daughter nodded with a tired smile. He tucked Zephyr in as she snuggled into her pillows and kissed her goodnight on her forehead. He turned to his wife, who was giving her son his little dragon stuffed animal that looked like Toothless for him to cuddle with. He massaged her shoulders and leaned his head against hers and looked with her at their youngest child, who was now also snuggling into his warm pillows, holding Toothless cuddly toy tightly to him, his eyes almost closed. “I love you,” murmured the little one. Astrid and Hiccup exchanged a smile, then looked back at Nuffink's tired face. “We love you too, baby,” Astrid said and gave her son another kiss on the forehead. “Sleep well, little warrior.” Hiccup followed suit and briefly stroked Nuffink through his shaggy blonde hair. He watched as Astrid walked over to Zephyr, a few strands of her golden hair falling over her face as she leaned down and gave her daughter a kiss, who was already deep in her dreams. “And good night to you too, sweetheart.” She noticed her husband's loving look as he stroked her son's back for the last time, then stood up and held out his hand to her. Astrid placed hers in his, looking into his emerald green eyes that she loved so much. They linked their hands together and walked towards the door together. Before closing them, they smiled at each other once more as they looked at their two wonderful children. Hiccup put his hand around his wife's waist and the two went upstairs to their shared bedroom.

Astrid loosened both of her braids so that her long hair fell in soft waves over her narrow shoulders. Through the glass of her mirror she saw Hiccup pulling his light green shirt over his bare torso. The fine contours of his thin but muscular torso disappeared beneath the green fabric. Apparently he had noticed her look, he put his arms around her waist, he gently pushed her hair to the side and pressed a kiss to her neck. As a sign that he would wait for her in bed. Astrid felt his warm hands leave her again and he lay down in bed. She smoothed down her floor-length white nightgown and ran her hand over the small curve of her stomach. For a moment she was trapped in her thoughts. "Are you okay, Hon?" Hiccup asked. Astrid sighed heavily. "Yeah, everything's ok." Hiccup patted the empty, cold side of the bed next to him, where Astrid immediately sat down. She snuggled into his side and enjoyed the gentle touch of his hand on her stomach, giving her a loving kiss on the forehead, his other hand stroking her hair. "Don't worry, we'll manage, just as we've done everything so far." Astrid laid her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat, drawing small circles on his upper body. "I know. When do you think we should tell Zephyr and Nuffink?" Hiccup hugged her tightly and leaned his head against hers. “Whenever you’re ready.” She smiled to herself, looking at the large window. Small white snowflakes trickled down behind the velvety black sky lit by the northern lights. “Mmmmmm. Maybe tomorrow.” “Tomorrow,” Hiccup repeated. “Yes, why not?” He nodded to her in agreement. "Good, then tomorrow." They gave each other a deep kiss on the mouth before snuggling up close to each other, Hiccup's hands around her stomach, in the warmth of their large bed. “I love you,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you too,” she whispered back.

[mbakuetshurisprincess]

The Only Logical Thing to Do

AN: Hey y���all! This is the scandal based fic I teased in this post. This ended up actually being wayyyyy longer than I expected like offically takes the crown as the longest fic I’ve ever written so go me lol. This part I just wanted to establish a few things yk start us out slow before we get into the real scandlous events of this story. Next part will be the developing countries ball, so stay tuned. Hope you all enjoy!

Summary: Sometimes the US Constitution applies to your love life. Separation of Church and State was a good thing, right?

Pairing: Shuri x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Cursing, political talk, idk

Word count: 4,707

Suggested listening: Love and Happiness - Al Green

“Love and happiness, yeah  Something that can make you do wrong  Make you do right  Yeah, hmm  Love...  Love and happiness”

You poured over your notes for the fifth time after your press conference, looking for something that indicated the mistake had been on your part. This was your third year working for the Kane Presidency. You were originally on the President's campaign staff as a Public Opinion Specialist and upon his election, you were employed as a Data and Intel Specialist.

 Your job title was vague on purpose, it was hard to explain to the American people what exactly you did. In simplest terms, you were a girl who knew things. You read situations well and were able to predict how events were going to play out with killer accuracy. It also helped that you happened to know more ways than one to dig up dirt. This gave you access to the inner circle of the White House, becoming an integral part of everyday function with an opinion valued by the president only second to his chief of staff. 

For the past week however you had been filling a different role, one of the press secretaries. When the previous one came down with pneumonia last minute the president turned to you to fill the role. And reluctantly you did. You put on your most respectable suit, straightened your hair, and wore your highest heels; ensuring you were digestible enough for the American people. Despite not enjoying being in the public eye, you did the work well and maintained order. 

This is why when you were caught off guard by a question today, even one as nonmemorable as this; you were concerned. You replayed the moment in your head as you continued digging in your notes. 

“I’ll take one more question before I go.” You spoke from behind the podium, you had been up there for the past forty-five minutes and the questions you started getting were beginning to dwindle in relevancy. 

Hands shot up from reporters everywhere and your name was being called from all directions. You looked out into the crowd and nodded at one, Ashley Richardson. She cleared her throat before standing and speaking. 

“France’s president has reaffirmed their statement that the attacks on Wakanda’s outreach centers, where vibranium is held, were not perpetrated by them. However, he has commented and said that the country will continue its legal efforts to gain vibranium. Doubling down and saying that the US has pledged its support of France in these efforts. Are these comments true, does President Kane support France in these endeavors?” 

As her words registered in your head, you racked your brain to remember if in any of your briefings you had heard any news of this. Nope. Not a word about France or vibranium as far as you knew. This left you with two options, be on the offensive or be on the defensive. Her words caught you off guard but this is what you’d been trained for, you allowed yourself just enough time to blink to be internally baffled before turning back on your personality. 

“France is an ally of the United States, as is Wakanda. The President is committed to maintaining a peaceful relationship between the two countries.” You spoke as if your words were fact despite not knowing a thing about what she was talking about. “That’s all for today, thank you.” 

The sound of your work phone buzzing pulled you out of your trance, you flipped it over and read the caller ID. 

Unknown Caller 

The anonymity of the call didn’t surprise you, this was DC, after all, people weren’t too keen on sharing information. 

“You have two minutes before I hang up the phone, go.” You spoke coolly, you didn’t have time to waste time on your phone, especially not today. 

“You haven’t been answering my calls.” 

You threw your head back and let out a sigh, who else would be calling you? 

“I have told you a thousand times. You cannot call my work phone.” That was all you said before hanging up on the person. You reached into the back of your desk drawer and pulled out your kimoyo beads. As you got them on your wrist you scrolled through your contacts and pressed Shuri’s name. The call rang for a few seconds before Shuri picked up, her holographic body appearing in front of you. 

“Hanging up on the Queen of a nation is an interesting move on the part of the White House I must admit,” Shuri spoke with a smirk. 

You didn’t even give her the satisfaction of looking up from your notes that were spread in front of you. “Shuri, I do not have time for your games today.” 

She rolled her eyes at your words, unsatisfied with the amount of attention you were giving her. She watched you flip through your notes a few times before curiosity got the best of her and she spoke. “What are you doing?” 

Strands of your hair fell in front of your face and you tucked them behind your ear as you shook your head and laughed slightly. “My job, I’m doing my job right now. As one tends to do when they’re at their place of work. Shouldn’t you be doing the same?” 

Shuri took that as a cue to continue with what she had called you about. “Ahh yes your job right, I forgot. The same job that made you lie to me?” 

That caught your attention, momentarily bringing your focus away from your notes. “Shuri, what are you talking about?” You looked up, meeting her eyes.  

“When I called you last week and asked you if your country,” She emphasized the ‘your’ “was going to continue their support of France, knowing they’re the ones carrying out attacks on our outreach centers. You told me no.” 

You pushed your eyes back down to the papers in front of you, of course, this is what Shuri wanted to discuss. It seemed you couldn’t escape the conversation surrounding Wakanda and France. 

“That is not what I said.” 

“Really? Because that’s what I took from our conversation. And then imagine my surprise when I’m made aware that my Y/N is on American television saying the opposite!” She spoke the last part almost comically but you could hear the twinge of irritation in her voice. 

You rolled your eyes and placed your palms flat on your desk, attempting to calm yourself down. You were already stressed about this topic and her berating isn’t what you needed right now. 

“The relationship between France and the United States is one with a long history of mutual support dating back to the formation of the United States-” 

“Oh don’t give me that Y/N!” Shuri threw her hands up in protest. “Don’t give me your politically correct answer!” 

“Then don’t twist my words!” You raised your voice and mimicked her by throwing your hands up. You quickly remembered you were at work, and while yelling was commonplace in the White House, you didn't want to draw any attention to yourself while you were communicating with Shuri. Something you weren't supposed to be doing.

 “I told you last week I didn't know and that’s the truth, nothing about it has come up in my notes.” 

“But today you said-” 

You put your hand up to stop Shuri from finishing. “Church and state.” That was all you had to say and Shuri knew to stop speaking. 

A year and a half ago when you two first started the entanglement you find yourself in, the number one problem between you two was work. One of you would pry information from the other one and you two would stay up all night bickering over policy. It got to the point where you spent the very little time you two had together due to busy schedules arguing over work. Thus the Church and State policy was created. 

You two joked that it was weird that you were applying the constitution to your relationship, but it was clear it was needed. The words were intended to be a reminder to keep your personal life and work life separate. Whenever someone said it the current conversation had to be dropped, no questions asked. 

Shuri took a deep breath and nodded knowing the rule had been created for the betterment of your relationship. You returned your eyes to the notes in front of you, desperate to find your mistake. Shuri watched you, sensing something was off but not being able to put her finger on it. It only took a few moments before it dawned on her. 

“You didn’t know, did you?” 

“Gonna need a little bit more clarification than that.” You said flipping over the page that currently had your attention. 

“About Wakanda and France, you didn’t know.” Shuri continued to speak confidently, sitting up further in her chair. “When I was shown the video of your press conference today I thought when the reporter asked the question you paused. I swore to Bast that you did but Okoye said I was crazy. I told her that I saw your tell but she couldn’t see it. You really had no idea about any of this.” 

You put your head in your hands and let out a groan. You hated how Shuri was able to read you so well. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” 

Shuri once again nodded, sure in her realization that you didn’t know anything by your response. She debated hanging up and letting you continue looking at whatever had your attention but she didn’t want to end the conversation like that. The time you two had to speak was often brief, ruling a country didn’t yield much free time and your White House work always kept you busy. She wanted to at least leave you with something positive. 

Shuri watched you for a little bit longer, as you sat with your head in your hands. Deciding now was the perfect time to reveal her surprise. “I will be in your country tomorrow.”

You picked your head up out of your hands swiftly. “What did you just say?” 

“I will be in your country tomorrow,” Shuri repeated cooly as if you and her being on the same side of the world let alone in the same country was normal. 

You moved the papers that were in front of you away revealing your desk calendar, hoping you weren't too busy. You found today's date and then moved over to tomorrow where a big red X lay. That was an indicator that told you your whole day was blocked out, not free until the early hours of the next morning. You sighed knowing your chances of seeing her were slim anyway, even if you weren't busy, you had no idea what she was doing in the States.“What are you doing over here tomorrow?” 

“Good question, I should clarify when I say your country I do mean DC. I’ll be in town for the Developing Countries Ball that your boy is hosting.”

You grimaced at her nickname for the President but quickly snapped out of it. Your hands went to open your laptop and you found the file named DCB, containing all of the information about tomorrow's event.

 “I knew something was off.” You muttered to yourself checking the guest list once again. “Wakanda didn’t RSVP Shuri. We don’t have you listed as coming.” Maybe it had slipped her mind but you remembered having to break it to the President that Wakanda wouldn’t be coming. And the guest list in front of you supported it. 

Shuri just smiled her million-dollar smile at you. “Oh, I know we didn’t.” 

You blinked twice at her, willing yourself to believe what she was implying wasn’t true.

 “So you plan to just show up and what? There'll be no table, no planned greeting, it’ll be a mess!” You rambled on and Shuri sat quietly listening to you. Her silence was unnerving, so you thought about what you were saying. 

“There’ll be no table.” 

“There’ll be no table. Shuri repeated with a chuckle. 

Your eyes bore holes into Shuri’s holographic body as realization further sank in. “It’ll be a mess.” 

“Yeah won’t look too good, will it? Not being prepared in his own backyard, I don't think voters will like that so much.” 

You let out yet another groan and threw your head back against the plush office chair behind you. “You know when you do this you only make my job harder right? It only makes me have to work double time to cover his ass.” 

Shuri sat back in her chair, interlacing her fingers behind her head. “So don’t.” 

You rolled your eyes and spoke. “You forget I have a job, Shuri? The thing that pays my bills, makes sure I can eat and sleep comfortably at night. The job that practically says “cover the president's ass'' in its description.” 

“You don’t have to work for him and you know that. There's a job here for you whenever you want it.” The words flowed out of her mouth with immeasurable self-assuredness. This was a point she was familiar with making, insisting that the Kane Presidency, rather the United States, wasn't good enough for you. 

Asserting that your skills could be used for more than covering up the sins of politicians.  “And even if you didn’t want to work, I could always use a Queen to rule with.” 

“Making me a Queen before even making me your girlfriend, bold I must admit.” You retorted back quickly, immediately regretting it. You knew Shuri hated when you brought up the conversation surrounding your relationship, especially because there had always been an unspoken rule between the two of you. Titles weren’t needed, what was just what was. Simple as that.

“Y/N-” Shuri sat up out of her relaxed position as she tried to defend herself but the sound of the alarm on your phone stopped her. 

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, stopping the alarm. “I have my roundtable in five and I haven’t prepped my report yet.” You pulled another file up on your computer and began typing quickly. 

Shuri knew that meant her time with you was over for now. As much as she wanted to continue the conversation she respected your dedication to the job. 

“I’ll see you tomorrow, okay sthandwa? Maybe I can come over since I’ll only be in town for a day and a half?.” 

You nodded, if you had been paying attention to what Shuri was saying you would have stopped her idea right then and there but your laptop had too much of your attention. But, “Mhm we can talk about it later.” was all you could say. 

Shuri took one last look at you before hanging up the phone, knowing you didn’t mean to be short, you were just clearly a little stressed. 

Your roundtable went well despite your lack of preparedness. Nobody spoke about the press conference from earlier and Wakanda nor France was even mentioned. Most of the evening was dedicated to talks of trade negotiations with Qatar and the developing countries ball. 

“One last thing while we’re still on the topic of the ball Mr.President?” You spoke up as the meeting was coming to a close. 

Despite the president's insistence that you call him by his first name, Jackson, you never could bring yourself to it. You liked to maintain a certain distance in your closeness with him, he was your boss after all. 

 You looked at him as he sat at The Resolute Desk, the same place every president had sat dating back to 1879, him only the second black man to sit there. He wore a black suit with a navy tie that complimented his skin tone well, with his American flag pin on his left side. He looked presidential, just as you had helped design him to be.

“You know it’s never just one last thing with Y/N.” The President said with a smile earning a laugh from the others in the Oval Office.   

“Just doing what you pay me for.” You said back with a smile and a nod.

“Always appreciated Y/N. Please let’s hear what you have to say.”

You looked around the room, generally, your opinion was trusted without question but this one was going to be a bit of a hard sell and you knew it. “We’re going to need one more table for tomorrow.” 

“And why would that be?” The president had a confused look on his face. “I thought we already finalized the guest list, who did we forget?” 

“I have reason to believe Wakanda will be in attendance tomorrow.” You said confidently. 

The president's chief of staff, Michael was the first to speak “Wakanda…Wakanda…Wakanda.” He said as he flipped through his notes. “No Wakanda is not coming, not only is Wakanda not coming they’re giving us a middle finger by not responding.” 

The president turned his attention back to you, awaiting your response. You could feel the pressure in the room as everyone else wondered where your claim was coming from. 

“Based on the intel I’ve gathered I have reason to believe that Wakanda plans to attend tomorrow. Queen Shuri and a few Dora Milaje members if I had to guess.” 

The president took a deep breath in. “Well your intel hasn’t failed us yet Y/N, no reason to believe it will now. Michael, talk to the events coordinator, and let’s set up a table with, what do you say, 8 chairs Y/N?” 

You nodded in response as you started packing your things up, not as bad as you thought it was going to be. 

“Yeah, let’s get a table with eight chairs set up for Wakanda.” He looked around the room. “Well everyone I see no need to hold you all here too late given what we’ve got in store for tomorrow. Everyone go home, I don’t want to see any of you in your office after an hour!” 

The people in the room all laughed at the president's comment, you were happy knowing you could take your work and finish it at home. Everyone slowly filed out of the room and you were one of the last, bidding your farewell to those still there as you left. You made it out of the oval and down the hallway that led to your office before you felt someone walking beside you. 

“You ever gonna tell me how you do it 007?” The voice asked, you looked up and were met with Michael’s face. He was older than you and had been in the political sphere for longer but there was mutual respect shared between the two of you. It had even developed into a friendly rivalry. 

“How many times do I have to tell you not to call me 007?” You laughed before turning your face serious. “At least not in public.” 

You both paused walking and stared at each other sternly for a few seconds before cracking up in a fit of laughter. 

“I’m serious Y/N how do you do it!” Michael exclaimed when you reached the door to your office. He stood there as you unlocked it and walked in behind you once it was open. 

“If I gave you all my secrets Michael, I wouldn’t have a job would I?” You walked around to your desk and kicked off your heels, happy to be done with them for the day. 

Michael plopped down in one of the chairs opposite your desk. “Just tell me this once how you do it 007, tell me one thing and I won’t ask again!” 

Sliding the comfortable slippers on your feet you spoke. “Nobody really wants to know how the sausage is made. Just be happy I saved your ass hmm?” 

The older man rolled his eyes at your words, watching as you packed your bag up with the things you would need to work from home. “Oh, you’re actually listening to him and going home? Didn’t expect that from you, I must admit.” 

You look up from your bag. “You’re not?” 

Michael shook his head as he rose from the chair. “I live here Y/N, you know this. Someone has to be here to ensure liberty is protected and our nation is secure, blah blah blah.” By the time he had finished, he had made it to the door of your office. 

“Have a good night Michael.” You said with a chuckle, he always did have a certain determination about work that you appreciated. While you let your work dictate your life, work was his entire life. 

He put his hand up to wave goodbye and walked out of your office before turning around and poking just his head back in. “I’m gonna figure you out, I will figure out how you know these things.” 

You cocked your eyebrows at him and smiled. “Figure me out or die trying, that’s the saying right?” 

 He returned your smile and turned back around. “Night night 007.” 

You finished packing your bags and made your way out of the White House, making sure to say goodbye to Morris as you walked out of the front gates. You made your way to your car and drove the 15 minutes it took to get back to your place. 

Pulling into your garage you made a mental note to call your gardener and have them do a refresh of your small front yard, your flowers were starting to wilt. You entered your house through the garage door and kicked off your work slippers and put on your house shoes. Setting your bag down on the couch you made your way into the kitchen, stomach hungry for something to eat. 

You browsed through your fridge, there was food you could cook but that was going to require something you were running low on at the moment, energy. Moving over to your cabinet the bag of popcorn caught your eye, you had promised Shuri you would stop just eating wine and popcorn as meals but desperate times called for desperate measures. You pulled the popcorn and a bottle of red wine along with a cup down from various cabinets and laid them out on the counter, ready for you when you came back. 

You made it into your bedroom where you stripped and took a long hot shower. Allowing the steam to rinse away the stress from today. After getting out you moisturized with the shea butter Shuri had bought you and dressed in a pair of shorts and one of her sweatshirts. The smell had started to fade from this one and it made you sad to know that meant the last time you saw her was further and further away. 

You grabbed your water bottle from your nightstand and made your way back to the kitchen. As you waited for the popcorn to finish in the microwave you popped the cork on the wine bottle and poured a hefty glass for yourself. You savored the full-bodied taste of the red wine, the one you had chosen was one of your favorites, first introduced to you by your mother. 

The popcorn finished and you held the bag in one hand with the bottle of wine tucked into the crook of your arm and your glass in the other hand. You walked into your living room and sat everything in your hands on the coffee table in front of you before reaching into your bag and pulling out your laptop, kimoyo beads, and both your personal and work phone. 

Opening your laptop you threw back a couple of pieces of popcorn and got to work. While the developing countries' ball was at the forefront of most upper cabinet members' minds, you had moved past it. Knowing that Michael and the events coordinators would take care of the table and greeting, your job concerning that was now done. Now you were focused on your next big project, re-election. 

You tapped through a few files that served as decoys and entered the passcode that let you into what you were looking for. The file that held every ounce of dirt you and the US government could find on the presidential rival candidates. You reached for your glass and took a sip of wine, holding the glass in your hand as you picked up where you left off, digging through one candidate's fiscal records. That were obtained 100% legally…maybe.  

“Donated to pro-life fundraiser, not very left wing of you.” You said to yourself adding that new information into the file, sometimes it was too easy. 

Something buzzed next to you and you looked down to see a call from Shuri on your kimoyo beads. You slid them on your wrist and picked up, now that you were more calm seeing her call felt more like a relief than a stressor. 

“Hello, my love.” You said sweetly smiling at her as her holographic body popped up from your wrist. You could tell she was in her lab by the background, more specifically in her corner station. She had a turtleneck underneath her lab coat and you could see her black slacks just peeking into the frame. 

“Oh, now I am my love?” Shuri asked with a chuckle, she knew your attitude earlier wasn’t intentional but she enjoyed messing with you about it anyway. 

“I’m sorry, earlier I was just stressed with work, you know how I get.” You said apologetically. 

“I am just teasing you sthandwa, I know you didn’t mean to be rude.” Shuri smiled at you and you returned one to her before grabbing a handful of popcorn and munching on it. 

“Are you eating popcorn?” She asked as she watched you throw another handful back. 

“Mayh-be.” You responded hesitantly through a mouth of popcorn. 

“And I see that wine glass in the corner, Y/N we talked about this!” Shuri exclaimed. “Real food, you promised you would eat real food.” 

You finished chewing before speaking. “This is real food!” You held up the bag of popcorn. “Popcorn is just corn, that's a vegetable.” You put the popcorn down and picked up the glass of wine. “And wine is just grapes, that's a fruit.” You accentuated your point by taking a sip of wine. 

“HA!” Shuri let out a hearty laugh. “That’s wrong and you know it.” 

“My points would hold up in a court of law.” You said matter of factly letting a smile crack on your face. Moments like these you loved, when the both of you were just being you, making each other smile. 

“Bull shi-” Shuri went to cry out but the sound of ringing from your end stopped her. You recognized the sound of the ringing and knew it meant someone was calling your personal phone. Not many people had your personal number anymore and you didn’t use the phone for much of anything these days. Normally you would have immediately checked who it was but you didn’t move your eyes from Shuri. 

“Aren't you going to get that?” She asked. 

You shook your head no and reached down to silence your phone without looking at who was calling. “Whoever it is can wait, I’m talking to a pretty girl right now.” 

Shuri smiled again and began speaking. “Anyway so I was thinking since I’ll be in town tomorrow, maybe I could come ove-” 

The sound of your phone ringing once again cut her off. 

“Mrs.popular today aren't we,” Shuri said smartly. “You should get that, it must be important if they're calling you twice.” 

“Shuri-” You wanted to stop her but before you could she said “We’ll talk later Y/N.” and ended the call. Your phone next to you had stopped ringing and you let out a groan. Shuri being irritated with you right before she came into town was the last thing you wanted. 

Your phone beside you rang for the third time and it confirmed your suspicions. Aside from Shuri, there was only one person in your life who felt entitled enough over you to blow up your phone. You took a deep breath and flipped it over before picking it up. 

“Hello, mother.” 

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[missiletoe]

fill #2 for yuri shipping olympics br3 - flowers and one of my fav pieces that i've written so far for this event <3

Prompt: "Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair…" ― Susan Polis Schutz Word Count: 623

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They get married in sunshine. That’s how Kitty will remember it twenty years down the line. 

She always thought she’d get married in a ballgown. She also always thought she’d get married in a big, old church with an organ playing in the background. She thought she’d get a silver, fat diamond ring in a velvet box. (She never thought that she’d be the one getting down on one knee in a restaurant. She never thought that they’d both be–laughing with the realization, and that the ring tumbling out of Yuri’s box would be not one but two carats.)

There’s a lot of preconceived notions that she’s shed along the way. Her wedding is anything but conventional and she wouldn’t have it any other way. They get married in a field full of flowers and Minho sweats through all three layers of his suit but Kitty’s already put up with his bitching for ten years so what’s another three hours? Yuri had wanted the flowers and Kitty had wanted the sunshine so it seemed like a perfect venue.

They’re both wearing white though–they’ve caved at least that much to tradition. Kitty’s long dress is tied off with a huge bow at the waist and her heels are silver beneath her skirt.

She’s wearing the same string of pearls her mother wore on her wedding day. She hopes she’s making her proud, even as her dad pinches her cheek reassuringly and tells her that he’s more than proud enough for the both of them.

Yuri’s stunning on their wedding day. She always is but in a strapless dress lined with flowers and a slit for her leg, she’s ethereal. She’s on her tippy-toes in heels too and they both laugh at the sudden height difference.

Her father’s crying–he won’t stop crying–and Lara Jean keeps blowing her nose into Peter’s sleeve when she thinks Kitty isn’t looking. Margot, at least, fights to maintain some semblance of control and it’s only her shaky mouth that gives her away.

They lay on the grass after the ceremony and that’ll probably make their wedding organizer pull out their hair but Kitty doesn’t care. They’ll only get married once, after all.

“The flowers were a good choice,” she says, pulling at a few with her fingers. 

“You were too,” Yuri replies, knocking their shoulders together. She holds still long enough for Kitty to thread the petals–small and white–through her hair.

“Your turn,” Yuri says, knotting a rose clumsily above her ear. It looks goofy and silly and Kitty laughs when she touches it and then they’re both laughing. Her heart feels full, happiness spilling over at the top.

Margot eventually comes to fetch them for the father-daughter dance and her dad holds back his tears long enough to spin her in a circle.

Yuri and her are swaying slowly to the music now–a Spotify playlist that Yuri herself had carefully curated after many a sleepless night. She wouldn’t allow Kitty so much as a peek.

The song choice is beautiful, just like every other aspect of her. Kitty wants to kiss her and then remembers that she can. She digs her heels into the grass to close the distance.

“You’re gonna have all the time in the world to do that,” Yuri laughs but she sounds pleased. Kitty twists her finger around the daisy laced into her hair and kisses the spot.

“I’m gonna make you so happy,” she says and it’s a promise that comes out more like a threat. Yuri laughs at the wording. “I’m gonna make you the happiest person in the world, just you wait.”

Yuri tosses her head back and the flowers twisted into her hair glow gold.

“Kitty Song Covey, I already am.”

[larcenywrites]

could you write headcanons for what oral sex (giving and receiving) is like with tony (young tony and/or regular tony, whatever you prefer)? thank you so much in advance!

fuuuuuck 🥴 you know I can’t keep it to only one of ‘em 😮‍💨

Headcanons | Oral Sex

Warnings: 18+ | written with afab reader in mind and is mostly referenced | references to Daddy + light bondage | two she/her/feminine pronouns pet names used | lots of cum and cum eating | one mention of the iron man suit oopsies 🤭 | overstimulation |

young!Tony Stark

Receiving. He probably didn't really care whether or not a night's lay sucked him off or not. Like, sure, it was a nice addition, but he was also impatient and just wants to fuck 😪 But not only does he have a different sort of attachment to you, but you seem to really enjoy doing it regularly, so he'll warm up pretty quick to seeing you struggle to fit his cock in your mouth and feeling you moan when you take him in your throat. In fact, he'll find himself craving it

Lick and kiss up his shaft and play with that pool of arousal leaking from his slit. It'll be the only time you can get him to relax into a nice long tease, and he'll be watching you with a faintly interested poker face and a smug grin barely pulling at his lips. He probably prefers to be laid up in the bed than standing, and that's surely more comfortable for you! As horny as he always is, he does like for you to start off slow. Slowly suck his head in and out of your mouth a few times, and don't be afraid to tease him with a little teeth 🤭 And he won't mind a light scrape of teeth when you're on your way back up once you finally make your way down. The hands in your hair will definitely be restraining themselves from pushing you further when he touches the back of your throat, but it won't be hard to convince him to give in to his need to fuck into you.

You're both going to figure out real fast that he's into praise and cock worship, and while he prefers to cum inside you, he's going to get off just as much when you lick his cum from your fingers or take it all down your throat when you let him press into you. He cums a lot, especially if you get him really horny with something new or manage to edge him for a while 🫠 And if you're willing to clean it up, he'll be ready again in no time from just watching you eat his cum. He'll gather that stray white streak on your cheek with a swipe of his thumb and shovel it into your mouth. Suck his thumb while he does it and he'll go feral. Honestly, he might even lick up that white streak himself and make out with you 🥴

Seeing you get on your knees in any context is ruined now, especially when you turn to look up at him. You may get shoved into the nearest bathroom with lips on your neck and a hand guiding yours to the erection between his legs, or he's pouncing on you as soon as you get back home! He's not exactly quiet, but giving him head is probably the easiest sexual activity to get away with when someone's home or on a short amount of time 😌

Giving. You'll be surprised to learn he's never given head before, especially when he's so damn good at it 🥵 He never really cared, even after whoever he was with for the night sucked him off, but with you he can't wait to return the favor, and he can't wait to taste you 🥴 And once he does, he's diving between your legs as often as he can. He's a quick learner, so he'll map out what you like and how you like it pretty fast.

He's diving in tongue first every time! He's flattening his tongue and licking up and down your pussy and tortuously catching your clit at that angle that makes you squirm several times before teasing circles at your entrance. He's not afraid to dip in for a better taste a few times either 😏 That tongue knows just how to massage and twirl your clit, and keep you squirming on the edge when he stops to suck it between his teeth a few times. He'll stop for a few moments when you're done cumming to soothe you with soft kisses everywhere from your opening to your thighs, and hopefully you don't mind that he's still messy when he reaches your lips. He isn't afraid to add in a finger or two while he does it, and once he figures out how to make you squirt, it's fucking over for you 🫠

Close your legs around him, and he'll happily stay buried between them! Sit on his face for hours if you want- if you can. It won't take long before you're an overstimulated mess, and the grip in his hair and the hands pushing at his shoulders with a whine only stirs him on. The arms wrapped around your thighs are only getting tighter, and he's only going to cozy into you more. He's addicted to making you a whimpering and soaking mess before fucking you, and he can't help but rub himself against the bed and moan with you. Sometimes just eating you out is enough to make him cum 😮‍💨

Speaking of cum, he may not have another round in him or maybe he came before you, but he will absolutely eat you out to keep you going even with his cum still dripping from you 🫠

Calls you princess when he's eating you out 🥴 with bites and kisses to your thighs before he starts and when he's done

And if you aren't waking up when he needs you to, he'll make sure you're ready for him when you do 😉

Unfortunately, you two rarely have the time for all of that fucking and foreplay, as someone is bound to be home or come home soon, so when someone's parents are on vacation and the house is free for a few days… you'll be a shaking mess once he's through with finally having his way with you all weekend 😮‍💨

Tony Stark

Receiving. FUCK. Loves seeing you so eager to fit his dick in your mouth, and loves making you get on your knees. He loves seeing you on your knees and desperate to unbuckle his belt. It's rare that you'll get away with sex without sucking him off first, and if he's been busy and/or frustrated, whether in the middle working on something at his desk or on the couch, he's more than happy to have you settling between his legs to ease some of that tension. And if you don't, he'll be calling you over to let you know how you can help 😏

Definitely start off slow. In fact, tell him all about how much you love Daddy's cock and tell him exactly how you want it to ruin you, with plenty of kisses from base to tip, and make sure to lick up that stream of precum 🤤 Twirl your tongue all around his tip and lick him against the roof of your mouth as you take more. Once he touches the back of your throat, though, you better be willing to keep him there and take him further. If you keep pulling back too many times, he'll just impatiently fuck your face with a hard grip in your hair keeping you still.

Things are also going to get pretty kinky and wild. As much as he likes to see you undressing him, he loves to see you tied up and at his mercy just as much! It's also the best punishment (funishment?) for any backtalk and sass. He'll let you know what that mouth is good for if you don't want to play nice 😌

Spills a lot of cum, and he'll be watching to make sure you don't waste it. If he can't cum inside you, then at least eat it! Lick it from his abs and clean his cock; he likes to keep your mouth open with a grip on your cheeks and watch his cum drip in your mouth or pool on your tongue. And you better swallow it all. If any gets on your face, you'll be oh-so-affectionately called a messy slut while he swipes it into your mouth, but you can earn a good girl if you readily accept it and suck his thumb 😉

You can be included in on the fun, too! He likes to have you on the bed, on your back, and head at the edge of the bed... He'll be throat fucking you and playing with your clit or your tits. Or both, usually. And there might be a time or two when those suits of armor come in handy after a few modifications... so now you're getting a rough pounding and trying to suck Tony's dick (or he just takes over for you ). Also vibrators, and not just for you! Hold one just beneath the underside of his head while you suck and lick his slit and his balls 🥵 He'll probably need to be lying down for this one and not be in a Dom mood because you can edge him and keep him going for ages

He has his own house now, thank god. Not just because he can be loud, but let's be honest, you two are fucking on every counter and corner you can find! You might be under one of those tables in the lab, or between his legs at the couch; he might have a hand planted on the kitchen counter and keeping you pinned against the wooden cabinets below. Well, his office isn't necessarily the most private, but you can bet you'll be hiding under that desk and helping him out a different way when he's busy at work 😏

Giving. As much as he loves getting head, he's in love with giving love to your pussy, he can't keep his hands (or his mouth) off of you. Eats you out like it's the last thing he'll do and you're the last thing he'll taste, and licks through your folds and entrance like he's feral, yet that tongue stays tantalizingly featherlight on your clit when he's not massaging it between his teeth. And he'll make sure to leave your oversensitive skin burning from the scratch of his beard 🥴 He also just loves to push your limits, and loves that he can keep you going even if he can't

You'll probably start off at the edge of the bed, with him on his knees, but the more you cum and the longer he goes, you won't be able to hold yourself up for very long. Throw your legs over his shoulders and tighten them around his head- if you don't, he will. He wants to be buried in your pussy, and if you're pushing at him in overstimulation and gripping his hair, he just tightens his hold on you and cozies into you even more. Whimper his name and he'll ask, "what is it, baby," as if you aren't trembling and soaked. He'll soothe you with a few kisses to your swollen clit and a nip to your thigh before going back in, slower this time. Honestly, it's probably not often he adds in a finger or two, but you can cum just fine without them! It'll mostly be when he's in the mood to make you squirt multiple times and comment on the big mess you made

He will absolutely tie you up and torture you for hours. He'll start off real slow, and ease off when your close before going in fast and hard... only to slow down again when he has you on the edge again. It's a good punishment and a good reward, but once you start begging he can't help but give in with an apologetic kiss to your thigh, followed by the best orgasm of your life

He doesn't mind cleaning you up after 😉 Even with his cum still dripping out of you, he's licking up all of your cum and his (if he isn't too busy stuffing it back inside 🥴 He might get too into it, though, and have you cumming again, and then he's hard again... and the delicious cycle continues

He loves to wake you up like this too. Sometimes you're just too cute and vulnerable cuddled up to him, and he just has to let you know... and he probably has a not-so-little problem that needs taken care of and he needs you up and ready now!

You could be at a party, or making a smoothie in the kitchen, but if you're looking a little too good he has to have a quick taste. At home, he's pushing you against the wall or cabinets or bending you over the counter, and on his knees within seconds. It's tougher when you're out, not only because he has to find a bathroom or empty room, but it's going to be hard to stay quiet! He also might have once or twice eaten you out underwater while you were sitting on the pool's submerged stairs 🥵 He just can't stay off of you!

[codecan]

Here’s what I thought wd stars n stripes characters looked like

(But I have a wild imagination ALSO YEAH IK THE DRAWINGS R DOOKIE I DREW THEM ON MY PHONE USING THE CIRCLE TOOL…)

Jordi n Aiden look as they do in WDL (same with Jackson when mentioned)

Scotty has normal braids sometimes when I imagine him and butterfly braids other times?? Idk.. he also has a tooth gap in my head. IDK WHAT HE WEARS ITS JUST USUALLY JEANS N A SHIRT IN MY HEAD.

Idk he’s like my fav so he just comes out cute in my head, I can’t put that into words I’ll prob draw what I think he looks like when I’m free again😭

Sarah Leech I .. imagined had green hair for a good few chapters until I realized she was blonde.. I think?? She also had a Karen haircut. I think I got the green hair from her being called Leech and I was just “oh yeah, leeches! Green! (They aren’t green)..”

She usually wore a suit, but in the beginning I like actually imagined her with the claw hand thing the Prowler has from spiderman 😭

Gin just looked like your average southern lady, yk the red flannel n overalls. She was also ginger?? She was like a weird cross between Pam from Stardew valley and Leah?? She also had a farmers tan and TOOO many freckles

Abraham looked like .. the pilgrim from Thanksgiving.. that horror movie. I don’t .. even know where it came from, but yeah😭 Sometimes he also looks like Gary from Faith but the pilgrim was more common

Senator Blake honestly just looked like what you THINK a white man running for Senator would. Like light brown slicked back hair , grey suit, the whole package deal on a guy named Blake. Big fake white smile n everything

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Desiree Redesign Discussion✨

Desiree is very well known in the DP community and her design’s one of the most remembered. There’s a lot that’s good such as the blues, purples, flowy genie tail etc. At the same time, there were certain things I really wanted to change, especially when thinking of reintroducing her for a modern kids show.

A huge criticism in her design and in a lot of historical Arabian fashion is that it tends to be portrayed orientalist(imitation or depiction of the Eastern World, a lot of the time very inaccurate to say the least), I wanted to make sure my version was more accurate.

Made her outfit more modest. Another HUGE criticism in her design and orientalist portrayals is that Arabian fashion for women, tend to be rather sexualized, even more since she’s in a kids show. Arabian fashion’s much more modest. With that said, it was also more relaxed back then so I went with a more relaxed type to show she’s from a different period of time in Arabian history, compared to now.

Made her hair from straight black to a more wavy dark blue. Since I was going for a flowy, ethereal vibe in general for her, thought I’d make her hair more like that too. I also added braids, as they were very popular back then as well for Arabian Hairstyles. I made the ends like her genie tail🧞‍♀️ For her outfit, I added gold sparkle decoration for the magic feel and to help incorporate the magic sparkles and flow into her outfit to help separate the purples more and for a magical feel. Added dots, to make it feel like stars in the night.

Made her tail more glowy. Genie tails usually have a sort of mist/smoke effect on them and I wanted to use that! Plus it gives off a sparkling feel to it✨

Gave her a veil. As I said about the modesty, the hair’s also covered and would've been back then as well. Though like back then it was also more relaxed and it varied, some covering completely, others letting a bit of their hair shown, overall having something covering their head. Went for a type with hair shown, I went with that to show the time difference and also cause it looks very flowy and pretty. Went with deeper purples to contrast better with the blues and gold💜

 OG Color Palette- Green, gray, white, black, red, light blue, light purple with different shades for a shine affect and magenta for the lips.

My Color Palette- Light royal blue, dark blue, gold, white, magenta purple and dark purple.

I also wanted to give off a gentler, more ethereal vibe. My version of Desiree’s kinder and overall gentler compared to her canon self so I wanted a look to fit her new character better as well. She seeks to grant wishes so it makes sense she’d want to look in a way that’s welcoming, inviting. I wanted mine to feel calmer and more serene, hence why I added more flowy materials and elements✨☁️

Made her eyes more almond shaped, I think it suits her better than the circles.

Have both of eyes shown as the top of her hairs braided, so nothings covering them.

Gave her gold nail polish.

 Made her green skin blue to make it easier on the eye and fit with her other colors better.

Changed her purple lipstick and gave her bigger lips, the upper lip black, like the tips in Kim Possible.

Gave her eyeliner. Popular Arabian eyeliner has a lot on the upper lash and some at the bottom. There were shots that had Desiree like that. 

Changed her face structure.

Made her nose bigger.

Went for a deeper, more royal blue as well as darker shades of purples💙💜

Made her pupils twinkle shaped. I thought it’d looked pretty and to give off the idea of her being starry eyed, my version being more idealistic, a dreamer type✨

Made her head and necklace jewelry more elaborate. Added dangly sparkles✨ Gave her small gold cuff bracelets, instead of the purple with blue dangly hoops.

Gave her rings💍

Added a cuff bracelet on her ghost tail.

Made her jewelry gold. Aw the color’s very popular in Arabian jewelry, good contrast and cause it looks very cool⚱️⭐️

Added a swirl at the end of her tail as a lot tails are like that.

Made her jewelry more cuff like to give off the subtle feel of being trapped. Specifically being trapped in her ghostly form, longing to be free again in the living world. Ngl seeing Desiree’s cuff jewelry, and genies in cuff jewelry sometimes are portrayed like actual chain cuffs, being trapped to their bottles and duty as genies. Don’t get me wrong, she can change her jewelry and overall likes her jewelry, and I can see her to have worn stuff like that before her death, just something I’ve noticed in a lot of genie designs and thought it’d fit some of her own deep down feels.

What do u think? How would u redesign Desiree? I’d love to know💖

[nei-ning]

I'm glad I went back to sleep since I had the following dream:

I was at the local market with my sister and she encouraged me to buy one cheap scratch lottery. So, I bought one which was 2 euros. I won small price from it so I was able to buy 2 more. I won again (price was 37,05€) so I bough 3 more now. 2 small and 1 big.

The way how I picked these scratch lotteries was amusing (still is in a way) since I was making some "serious Vegeta" expressions and just snatched them randomly right away instead of spending my time, slowly eyeing them and wondering which ones to take. I even laughed about this to my sis in the dream! :'D

Anyway! Small ones gave me nothing but the big one did. Next, all of the sudden, I was in traditional Japanese bedroom. It was SMALL and empty otherwise except for this wide and heavy, dark brown (or black) colored table which was mine. I, apparently, had won it from the scratch lottery. As I sat down next to it, my sister sitting across me, I was still holding my big scratch lottery. It was black, red and gold in color. It had 3 parts to scratch, top one being the obvious one.

I eyed it and the table in turn, letting my hand slide over it since, heck, it was beautiful, simple, elegant and smooth! Next I focused more on the scratch lottery and noticed it had small circle pic of Lianshi (my favorite female in Wu army / Dynasty Warriors). I flipped the scratch lottery* around, finding little info about her.

This SL* wasn't original. When you buy it, you get to choose a character to use on it since this SL has special things. Mine was something which slows time and character down so then you can't get so good prices. Luckily I had chosen Lianshi since she's very FAST woman! However, this SL had effected on her a bit, making her from "Very fast" to "Fast" so she still "allowed" me to win good stuff!

I also now read more about the 2 other scratching areas which I hadn't touched yet since I hadn't realized them. I was allowed to scratch them too but they had hidden prices. I was nervous and anxious but I started to scratch.

At first, 4 egg shaped fully GOLD little chicks appeared by each table leg! I didn't understand so I kept scratching a bit until I decided: "Heck, I need to check those chicks!" I did check them one by one and ALL of them had "pressed in side" which had something written in them. I didn't see the text because of bad lighting but I felt them under my palm and fingers. But it was something REALLY GOOD! I don't remember was it money (lots of it) or decorations inside this Japanese room of mine. I remember being super happy, stunned, excited and just OOOHHH!!

I returned back on scratching this SL. NOTE: I never actually saw what came out under the scratch layer but I still won prices, ahah!

Next my little bro is somewhere behind me, opening this black drawer which I had won and it had appeared in this room. He pulled this big transparent Bleach sticker out, giving it to me with saying: "You just won this."

I held the sticker, looking at it. Let me say it was wonderful, ahaha! Right in the middle was Grimmjow in a fancy white suit, to his left (our right) was Ulquiorra and his right (our left) was Inoue and someone else. Either Rukia or Ichigo's little sister since all what I remember was her short black hair. But the thing what went over Grimmjow's head? It was a freaking rainbow! This sticker INSTANTLY made me think of a tarot card: Ten of Cups which is REALLY DAMN GOOD CARD!

I let my sister see the sticker (since she collects them) but I told her I'm keeping it. Keeping it sealed too. Didn't want to go open it, aha! At some point I won 25,000 euros and, Hell, I started to think:

"This scratching lottery is changing my life!" and I kept repeating this to myself few times in disbelief! However, my sister had now also noticed it how this SL was changing my life and she said to me at one point: "I need money too." and I instantly replied to her: "I'll pay you, I'll pay you. Don't worry." (since I'm in dept to her and I sure as heck will pay her back. I want her to get her money back.)

I kept scratching and eventually I had a couch in the room with that big table but I also had 2 mattresses in this small and narrow "bedroom stuff storage room". Those mattresses were on one shelf and on top of them laid this older Japanese woman, perhaps at her 50's or 60's. One other older Japanese woman suddenly came in the room, apparently wanting to take one off the mattresses (I don't speak Japanese) but this old lady on top of them, good God, ahah! She jumped to sit up so fast, instantly starting to "angry talk" in a "Gangster" way (how Japanese gangsters speak - but better give a reference. Go listen Masanori Fukushima in Warriors Orochi or Samurai Warriors game series, in Japanese, on Youtube and you know EXACTLY how this woman spoke! :D). But yeah, the other woman left empty handed and I... I felt so happy and blessed to have this grumpy old gangster granny there to protect my stuff :'D

Then I started to wake up which sucks since I hadn't finished scratching my lottery! I tired to get back to sleep but no use... But when I opened my eyes and took a look of my phone: Another confirmation! I had 17% of battery left and clock was 17:17 (aka 5:17pm).

Now this dream had A LOT of good messages! A LOT! Grimmjow and rainbow TOGETHER, golden chicks, money, how easily I won / got everything, 25,000 and then that 171717. I had to Google numbers' meanings.

Big among of money in a dream: "It signifies that you are open to recognising your value and embracing positive changes in your life." 171717: is a gentle nudge from the universe, urging you to stay true to yourself and follow your intuition. It is a reminder that you are supported and protected by your guardian angels, who are guiding you towards a higher level of consciousness. / It's a message waiting to be revealed to those who are eager to connect deeper with their spirituality. It's time to trust in the bigger picture. / It's encouraging you to keep up the good work, focusing on growing into your best self and staying positive. It's a sign that all your hard work aligning with your true self and goals is paying off, so don't stop now.

So, huhuh, all is looking pretty good! And I welcome this message since I've been hell anxious, worried and stressed about my life the last few days, thinking how nothing works, nothing changes, I can't change anything etc. bullshit :'D

[whistwhistler]

kacy wedding aesthetic hc's

i'd posted this on twitter but thought i'd also share on here (with expanded thoughts because of that dang tweet limit) but for whatever reason suited!wedding kacy has been living in my head rent free for at least twelve hours and needed to get it out there somewhere, so please enjoy this little curation of what i think kate and lucy would wear & do for their wedding (keep in mind, i'm also big on details - so be on the lookout as to how i'm tying both kate and lucy's looks together to complement one another!)

kate's outfit

without a shadow of a doubt, kate is wearing a white suit. the look is actually perfectly captured in the bottom left photo. it's still classy, elegant, but not traditional by any means. she'd wear a double breasted blazer, wide leg pants (as she already basically does on the show), she'd have a minimal floral arrangement, and classy, but not over the edge jewelry to tie it all together (again, as she already does in the show). i just think this elevates the look she's already pulling off, but in a way that's very different to what work whistler would wear.

1b. Shoes

shoes depend on the length of her pants and if she wants to be towering over lucy on their wedding day haha. but i imagine she'd wear open toed shoes - heels or flats (similar to what she wore when she won lucy back in tennant's backyard, and similar to the first 2 pics above)

1c. hair

maybe i'm still riding off the absolute elation 2x11 gave me, but i 100% am convinced that kate would wear her hair exactly how she did in 2x11. it's immaculate. it's giving. it's stunning. loose/relaxed waves tied back into a half-pony??!!!?? oh my GOD. i'll literally never shut up about this. also - circling back to jewelry, she absolutely would wear these hexagonal earrings. they are in their own unique way, a statement piece. holy. i'm not going to dive into the symbolism of a hexagon or the meaning of the number 6, but in your own time, check it out - you won't be disappointed

2. lucy's outfit

lucy is absolutely going to rock the all black power suit. i don't think she'd go the route of wearing a tie/bowtie, but i do think she'd do something along the lines of a mockneck-type shirt that has a nice silk or sheer material. pants would be a little more tapered - not as wide as kate's, and hemmed just above the ankle to give her some options on wedding day (i will expand on what i mean by 'options' in 2b.)

2b. shoes

lucy would wear some really really nice chelsea boots or loafers/mules (depending on if she wants height for their wedding photos but she also might not really care and i vibe with that. also, she's definitely the type to be indecisive about what shoes she wants to wear on wedding day, so she ends up buying both the chelseas and loafers because she already knows she may possibly lose a shoe and not have a backup shoe that matches the first pair so she'll have to settle for the second choice pair) for jewelry she'll probably keep it minimal as well - simple hoop earrings, perhaps a tennis bracelet (teehee), and her signature big a$$ watch.

2c. hair

i'd like to think lucy would do something along the lines of a slicked back, crisp pony BUT hear me out - middle parted!! because a middle part is so sexy!! (but also i don't know how well that would work with yas' hair because she does have a lil cowlick but also she could do a slightly off-centred middle part??? man idk i'm not a hair stylist i just think she looks really good here) and she'd do it obviously because it matches the vibe of the rest of her all-black outfit. it's slick. it's sleek. it's giving john wick but the lady version. and i'm here for it.

3. wedding bands

so i had posted this on twitter without explaining that these two photos aren't kate and lucy's rings separately - i think they absolutely would have matching bands. but either of these is the direction i think they'd go. they're minimal, not too flashy, but still lets everyone know that they got money in the baaaaaaank (another hc of mine: kate really likes gold jewelry and wouldn't go for anything less than 24k). realistically i think they'd go for the wedding band on the left - it's not too flashy for work, it's not overly thick or as ugly as some wedding bands are (i'm sorry but also not sorry), and it's just them. i don't know how else to explain it. buuuuut, in a theoretical world, they would have bought rings for each other like on the right as engagement rings (because we all know that when time comes to propose, they're both going to uno reverse each other when one of them proposes first because the other was absolutely planning to propose as well) AND THEN STACK THEM. BOOM. Gold band & Diamond encrusted band to give them the bling but still keep it lowkey. (I just don’t think they’re big Diamond rock people sorry)

4. ceremony venue

kate and lucy strike me as sentimental people (despite lucy being one to "pack light"). i think they're the kind of people who hold places that have a lot of meaning near and dear to their hearts. i like to imagine that they would use their little beach from 2x07 to do their ceremony at (and they would do a closed ceremony - they'd rent that entire beach out for family and friends). it's a place that's symbolic to lucy slowly conquering her fears and kate being steady, safe, and secure enough in their relationship that they would overcome that little obstacle. it's also a place where lucy learns to really compromise, because she knows that the ocean is something that kate adores, respects, and reveres: that despite it's vastness, there is beauty. there is life. and like their love for one another, it's wave after wave after wave. and it washes over them (hypothetically, because lucy still will never set foot in the ocean).

5. reception venue

again, with kate and lucy being private people and having a small guest list (by choice, they also hate being the centre of attention), i'd imagine they'd use tennant's backyard because of how special and significant the tennant home has become in their lives: finding ohana, being invited over for dinner or drinks, it literally being an open-door home for any of them whenever they needed; it's the safest space they know. it's also where kate won lucy back. full circle baby. (also julie is absolutely the wedding planner. she knows everyone else will be way too busy with work to even get down to the planning. so she creates moodboards and they quickly find that she has a knack for wedding planning despite her age).

that's all! thanks for coming to my kacy wedding aesthetic headcanon ted talk!

[miss-k-lovenikki]

BTW while we're all bashing the new suits

Can i say i'm incredibly confused by the suit's themes ?

I might be missing stuff and perhaps the lore explains it but rn i don't get it

Like

First one is simple enough, we got a bishop that can summon flying weapons. Now what's up with the black gooey corrupted looking statue in the background ? Is she like... obeying the words of a false god ?

Personnal interpretation is that she's an important religious person hiding her true nature behind fake benevolence (with her white angelic wings and church like outfit representing her persona and the statue her true nature). However her power will soon be shattered (represented by the broken crystal swords in the back).

I think she's the most cohesive of the bunch. Though i don't like the halo being there bc, i find it distracting. Shouldn't our attention be on the main girl ? My eyes keep returning the halo instead since it has more colors and is darker than the rest

So we got a Wasteland... goddess ? (Idk she has a halo, so i guess ?) And she's holding a magical golden apple which... summons (?) a...catgirl genie...? Also there are a lot of squares everywhere and some of them are shattered.... for reasons. Also lots of stars.

I honestly don't understand wtf is going on here. I think there's too many things going on at once, and it doesn't feel coherent to me.

I don't know what to think of the color palette. At first glance i thought there was too much going on there too, but i think it's growing on me the longer i look at it. I do really like the hair and our main girl's outfit as well as the pose but that's it.

Personally i would have gotten rid of the catgirl, the sun-flame thing, the broken squares and the stars.

Shooting star weaver. Nice theme in theory but some of the execution is eeeh. The loom is distinctive enough. Actually is she weaving shooting stars or snowflakes ? Because both of these are there so idk. I don't understand the boats either. Looking at the unposed version i also don't get why she has broken shards on her arms.

I've said it an hour ago and i'll say it again : i hate this hair color. It clashes horribly with everything else. The makeup is uncanny but i like her outfit and the way she waving her finished scarf thing. I don't like its pattern tho, as its strict angles clashes with the rest of the suit which is pretty light and elegant.

And last but not least the... hmm... the girl. Iiii have no idea what she's supposed to be.

The musical stuff around her spear suggests a musical theme but it doesn't feel really present anywhere else. Although i'm getting choir vibes from the headress and the cape. The head of her spear looks like maybe a lyre ? She's wearing a chestplate so with the spear i guess she's a fighter... And then she's summoning a lily and i don't see the link to the rest. Neither the lily or the music themes appear on her magic circle/square thing so it looks out of place too.

I think her spear has something weird going on with the perspective but i can't quite put my finger on what.

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Overall with all of these i think there were good ideas but they were lost in the soup. It's generally confused and if there seem to be a global theme of broken shards and maybe religion to link them together i find it poorly executed everytime. Like it was slapped there as an afterthought.

[lostonehero]

Tma x Malevolent

Enter Sasha, Gertrude and Gerry

*Sasha came back a year earlier than the boys

Also Arthur finally realizes he's in the future

"This was a horrible idea." Martin stared at the table they were placed at separated from Kayne, his father.

"It wasn't really an idea, just something he took and basically ran with it." Tim trails off as he places his head on the table.

"I.... why did they assume I'm your guardian?" Arthur blinks.

"Because you're the second adult with us." Danny states as a fact.

"That shouldn't mean... Kayne is another man, and you are children, isn't it a bit queer they assume I am a caretaker?" Arthur frowns.

Tim and Danny exchange glances, then look to Jon, and then finally, Martin.

Jon raised his brow. "Um, what year is it from where you're from?"

Arthur sighs and raises his brow himself co fusion on his features. "It's 1938, and I understand that this is Britain, which explains the different laws and such, and even the different sounds."

"Arthur, the children are staring at you with a blank expression."

Danny speaks up first. "Dude, it's like 2003."

"Excuse me?" Arthur blinks words slowly creeping into his reality.

"I just thought he was an academic." Martin motions to his clothing choice.

"You didn't ask your father?" Jon stops. "Right, stupid question."

"Fuck how did we even think his statement would be taken seriously, he probably has lead poisoning." Tim huff.

"I think people already knew not to eat lead back then." Martin pauses. "Sorry, Arthur."

"I assumed it was at least the 40s, maybe even the 50s, since you mentioned time." Arthur groans.

Tim sucks in a breath. "Yeah, we probably shouldn't have played this as if we were on a timer."

"Oh, the receptionists and Mr. Bouchard probably assumed you and Kayne were life partners." Danny hums. "That's probably why they thought we all were your kids."

Tim snorts. "Fuck I totally forgot about that."

"What she assumed we are married? That's legal and not a criminal offense?" Arthur looked bewildered.

"Well, it's not legal for another decade, but it's not hated nor shunned in most popular circles. You won't be arrested for being with another man." Jon paused. "Considering the time period, you probably wouldn't be helpful for your insight.... no offense."

"That's harsh." Danny frowns.

Martin goes to speak but is interrupted.

"Tim?" A female voice gasps. "You came back too?"

Tim picks up his head from the table. "Sasha?"

"In the flesh and not replaced." Sasha laughs and pauses. "Martin, and Jon, you came back too?"

"A teen girl with frizzy curly hair and coffee colored skin with thick square glasses has approached our table. An older white woman with glasses stands behind her along with a man with black hair, but it seems to be blonde at the roots."

"Sasha!" Jon got a wide smile. He paused. "I'm glad you're here."

Martin could feel a buzz he ignored and was about to say something when a cold hand is placed on his shoulder.

"Bow, don't get too excited, Martin. Friends are great to have and to see." A white hair man smiles, looking down at Martin his eyes flashed red.

"O-oh, did your interview go well?" Martin pulled his gaze away from the odd looks from the new group.

A man with slick back hair and a smile and gray eyes comes from behind Kayne. "Oh, I say your father did quite well and will be well suited for the archives, and it's great that you're about Gertrude. Kayne, here will be your new assistant, so you don't have to ask children for assistance."

"I look forward to working with you." Kayne smiles.

The air around everyone got a few degrees colder.

Gertrude seemed to force a smile. "Thank you, Elias. I shall show him around and the children since they seem interested to learn."

Elias smiles back. "Of course, it's good for children to take interest in their parent's work." He turns and walks away.

Kayne smiles and speaks when Elias is out of earshot. "Martin is wearing shoes a requirement for work?"

"It's a requirement for dealing with the public." Martin sighs and covers his face.

"That is quite an annoyance." Kayne huffs.

"So Elias has hired one of the sp-" Gertrude cannot finish her sentence as her voice vanishes.

"Nu uh." Kayne's smile twists into a manic one. "I am not to be compared to lesser gods or mortals following a pied piper."

Wide eyes stare back at Kayne before Martin sighs. "Give Gertrude her voice back, dad."

Kayne huffs and snaps. "Only because you called be dad kiddo."

"What are you?" Gertrude's eyes flash a neon green before anyone could speak or warn her.

Kayne's smile drops. "Now that's just rude. It's more rude than the staring thing, honestly. I played along with the interview, but you, you are getting on my nerves."

"Damn, I thought it would take longer to piss him off." Tim slumps back in his chair.

Kayne pauses and smiles. "Oh, I really like you. You have such interesting friends, Martin."

"Still a bit concerning a God of Madness likes you, Tim. You really need therapy." Danny kicks at Tim's feet.

"It's too late for that." Tim sighs.

......

Sasha clears her throat as they sit in the tunnels. "So to sun this up, Kayne is your father Martin, and is a God. Arthur has a fragment of the King in Yellow, which takes his eyes and sees for him, which is another elder one, and the apocalypse happened." She groans into her hands, then looks back up and pauses. "Wait, where did Martin and Tim go?"

"Damn, I was not paying attention." Kayne says before vanishing.

John groans. "This is going poorly."

Arthur sighs. "When do things ever go right?"

......

Tim held onto Martin's hand like a lifeline as they appeared in an ancient impossiblely built city.

Martin coughs and gasps. "Fuck. I'm so fucking sorry. I don't know what happened. I... i..."

Tim pulls Martin closer. "Dude, you literally have god powers and have no idea how to use or control them. Apologize when you understand what you did."

Martin swallows and nods, holding Tim close. "I uh... I don't know where we are."

"The Dreamlands!" Kayne appears behind them.

Martin curses and Tim jumps.

"Impressive on its own, you got here, but you brought a guest with you too." Kayne floats around them, tapping his lips for a moment. "We should visit the King while we're here, I'm sure he would love some guests."

Martin doesn't have a choice as they are wisked off to a palace. Impossible creatures he somehow knew were dancers lined the yellow throne as a creature cloaked in yellow sat? In the golden throne

Tim stared wide-eyed at the opposing figure. "Is that the actual King in Yellow?"

"Ooo, correct!" Kayne chuckles. "I really like you, human."

Tim grimaced as the king turned almostly lazily to focus on his new guests.

"You've rebuilt." Kayne appears next to the opposing impossible figure.

The King in Yellow waved a hand, and the dancers fled. His voice was like a whisper, but booming. "Have you've come to gloat?"

"No, but... OH! OH! OH! I do have a deal for you." Kayne gasps, returning back to Martin's side, then walks next to Tim. "How do you feel about helping us out? You seem to be affected by these fear gods, as I was."

"Why would I play your game?" Yellow leaned forward in his throne.

"Oh, for one, look, I have my own little prodigy. He got here all on his own by accident and brought a human. I'm very proud of him. He even has his very own name, Martin. Isn't that something?" Kayne laughs, grabbing Tim and appears next to Yellow, covering Tim's eyes. "Want to return? Want to help? You seem to be bored, and that's no fun."

"Shielding the mortals eyes won't save him from me." Yellow motions with his hand. "However, I suppose you've caught my interest. I've healed from our last encounter, and I no longer need that missing piece of myself."

"Oh, but Arthur darling has already put hooks into you. Curiosity eats at you to figure out what changed that former piece of you." Kayne leans closer. "How about another chance, another human? Of course, my rules."

Yellow let's out an inhumane grumble. "A child?"

"Oh come now, Yellow. Where's your sense of adventure?" Kayne knew he already won.

"What's the catch?" The king looked down at Martin, who managed to climb his throne.

"Kayne, what are you doing?" Martin knew Tim was too scared to speak.

"Keeping your interesting friend safe." Kayne hums. "What do you say? You both will share everything, and I mean share everything but thoughts and emotions."

Tim couldn't speak his voice was lost to him.

Yellow tilted his head. "I want my power."

"Oh, I could arrange something. This human will be domatinate since it is his body, but your sharing will change things in time. You'll have your power here and in the mortal plane." Kayne smiles with too many sharp teeth. "Althought if you accept there will never be a separation for you, this mortal will be a replacement for that John sized hole in ya you claim is fixed."

"D-" Martin can't finish his yelp as everything goes black when he is interrupted by the king.

"I accept."

.......

"Now I had to change things around Martin, but don't worry, they still have their memories minus me, of course." Kayne laughs. "Think of this as a clean slate. We can't do anything while you youngsters have growing to do in mortal eyes. School begins on Monday, and it would be wise not to be late. Don't worry. I'll handle keeping everyone safe and away from the dangers of these new gods."

Martin stumbles back. He was back in their apartment. "W-what?"

"Just a little rearrangement, and don't worry Arthur and John are still here. I'll fill them in while you rest." Kayne pushes Martin back to his room before he can understand what was happening. "Sleep well, my baby boy, if you can."