#and it’s affronting you for me to be angry at her

[beansprean]

This is a redraw of one of my first arts for this fandom (almost 3 years ago!!) Oh, how things change and how they stay the same.... thanks to @g0sts for coming up with the Monster's 'compliment' lmao.

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ID: 1a. Wide shot of the fancy room from the hall. Nadja and Laszlo are sitting on the sofa on the right, the Guide peeking in from her seat at the desk behind them, Nandor and Colin are sitting in the armchairs on the left, and Guillermo is standing center in front of the fireplace. Guillermo holds up both pointer fingers toward either side, casting a suspicious glance around the room as he announces, "If I do this for you...you need to do something for me." Nandor looks up at him nervously, hands twisting in his lap. Colin continues reading his newspaper. Laszlo stares at Guillermo thoughtfully, puffing on his unlit pipe. Nadja rolls her eyes at flaps her hand at Guillermo, snapping, "Yes, yes, what do you want, Guillermo?" 1b. Zoom in to shoulders up of Guillermo with a smug grin as he continues, "I want each of you...to give me a genuine compliment." Offscreen, the three vampires complain, "Fucking guy!" "Absolutely not." "Are you fucking kidding me?"

2a. Wide shot of the room from the right side as Guillermo turns to walk out of the side door, half his face visible in the foreground as he shrugs and says "Alright, figure it out on your own then." Behind him, Colin looks up from his newspaper and Nandor stands up in a fluster, making a sound of affront that never turns into words. The monster appears stoically beside him, wearing a frilly maid apron and cap over his loud shirt and trousers and holding up a feather duster upside down. Nadja and Laszlo turn around in their seats to scowl after Guillermo, Nadja calling after him "Hold on, you needy little malako!" The Guide turns around in her seat at the desk with an indulgent smile and says, "You are very kind and strong!" 2b. Zoom in to the desk behind the couch as Guillermo plants his hand on the back of the couch to lean in towards the Guide. He says, with not a little smugness, "Thank you, the Guide." Nadja, visible between them from her place on the couch, glares at him with an unimpressed frown. From offscreen, Nandor mumbles, "I was gonna say that..." 2c. Repeat. The Guide blushes and presses a hand gratefully to her chest, replying, "Thank you for always including me in th-" Guillermo interrupts her with a prompting, "Nadja?" and turns his head toward her with an encouraging grin. Nadja scowls and rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out between her fangs with a disgusted retching noise. "...Fine." 2d. Chest up of Nadja on a purple background, arms spread out charitably as she announces, "You are a capable bodyguard." From offscreen, Nandor snaps, "Nadja, I was going to say that!" Laszlo: "Good one, my dark darling!" Guillermo: "Thank you. Laszlo?" 2e. Chest up of Laszlo on a blue background, chewing on the stem of his pipe as he takes a moment to think. 2f. Zoom out to a shot of the couch from the front, Guillermo standing by Laszlo at the arm. Laszlo raises his pipe and triumphantly says, "You have a plush and bounceable backside that has invaded my mind more than once while musing in my woodshed." The Guide and Nadja both lean into frame to give him a thumbs up, Nadja's smile much more strained. Guillermo glares into the middle distance, one hand on his hip and the other pressed against his burning red face. He says, "I'll...I'll take it." A shout bubble from Nandor appears from offscreen that contains no words, just his flushed face looking like a startled angry cat.

3a. Waist up of Nandor inside a large thought bubble of his own making as Guillermo calls from offscreen, "Master, you're up." Nandor fidgets nervously, eyes on the ground and fingers tugging at each other as he makes various strained thinking noises. Inside his thought bubble are multiple red-tinged sketches of memories of Guillermo: bloodstained and leaping into action with a sword and crucifix, smiling gently in his best man suit, happily tugging on a PIUNY hoodie, stepping out self-consciously in his Cowboy Kid costume, grinning authoritatively during the Djinn negotiations, smiling hopefully upward in the finale, as a vampire looking unsure and sick in his fake ceremony robes, looking concerned in his pajamas, mind-wiped and smiling in his sleep on a chaise, and grasping hands with Nandor as they pledge to stay together. Words swim around with the images and repeat: capable, strong, a good bodyguard, plush, bounceable, invaded my mind in my woodshed, kind, my Guillermo, good, kind and strong. So many things Guillermo is, always on his mind. Nandor continues waffling, "Umm...euuurrghhh...youuuuu..." 3b. His speech bubbles trail out of the previous frame down to the next, a wide shot of the fancy room from the right side again. Nandor is standing between his and Colin's chairs, arms open like Nadja's were, grimacing with an empty-headed expression. He continues, "Seem very..." The word 'relentless' pops into his head, but instead he says "Persistent." Laszlo looks up at him from his spot on the couch with an interested, "Oh??" Nadja, now standing beside Nandor, pushes at one of his hands and complains, "That's the best you've got? You were supposed to be our star player!" The Guide rests her chin on a fist as she watches them, looking apprehensive. Colin, still holding his newspaper, pipes up, "Isn't anyone interested in hearing my compliment? It's really good." In the foreground, Guillermo has turned his back on the room to stomp out of the side door with an embarrassed pout, mumbling, "I don't know what I expected from you guys."

4. Small frame of the Monster approaching Guillermo, smiling awkwardly and holding out his detached and heavily pixelated penis. Text points at him and reads 'giving a compliment.' Guillermo grimaces at the offer, not sure how to respond. /end ID

[saintgoths]

☾༺♰༻☽ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇʀʀʏ ☾༺♰༻☽

mdni - nasty sex. angry sex.

carlos oliveira, ellie williams, sim ghost riley, joel miller, leon kennedy, levi ackerman and will herondale.

this is for you guys helping me reach 400+ followers :)

ᴄᴀʀʟᴏꜱ ᴏʟɪᴠᴇɪʀᴀ

Hot tears trickled down your cheeks as your face had been pressed against the soft mattress, his large hand had been entangled within your locks while the rough thrusting of his hips had aided you into an eternal pleasurable tunnel, your whines mixed and embedded with his soft grunts as he angrily fucked his cock inside your tight cunt, his width twitching between your hearth while mumbling strong words of affront.

“I’m sorry,” you grumbled, your chin wet with your own shameful saliva, yourself incapable of keeping your mouth shut in response to his lewd roughness, eyes blurred with gratifying tears while the thumb of his free hand found way to the tightness of your second hole, your legs spreading further apart in sensual apathy while your boyfriend continued to rip you apart.

Finding the strength to grip your fingers into the bed sheets you had clenched your sex around his size. “I---I can’t take it!” You cried out, “Too big!”

“Shouldn’t have tried to make me jealous, princess,” he sneered, nearing his lips to your ear, “Want me to stop?” He whispered, dragging the hand that had been tied with your hair to your waist, the heaviness of his chest pressing against your back and with desperacy you had shook your head. “Just as I thought, like the slut you are,” he gritted, the thrusts of his length deepening against the softness of your pussy driving you into a delirious ecstasy.

“Yes! Yes!” You chanted, crazed feeling your orgasm heat and peak around your cunt you had moved your hand to the swollen pearl of your sex, desperately rubbing and circling your digits around your bud while you had frantically moaned against your bed sheets, your tears slowly drying against your cheeks as you respired all the animalistic thrusts your partner contacted you with, your eyes twisted shut as your high pushed through your entire body, your juices leaking on outsides of your thighs as your figure inconsistently twitched.

Over-stimulated by the quickness of his pushes, you had allowed Carlos to take care of your body, milking his warm cum against the slickness of your back. “There, there,” he whispered as your body slumped against the mattress, you felt his lips go close to your face once more. “Now, you won’t do that again?” He questioned, his voice laced with cunningness that had caused you to throw a certain look his way.

“Maybe.”

POSITIONS REFERENCE.

ᴇʟʟɪᴇ ᴡɪʟʟɪᴀᴍꜱ

You knew you couldn’t stay angry at each forever, and you knew Ellie would give into you once you met her with bright deer-like eyes; she’d drag you into her small cabin and begin to kiss you, though you had still felt the irritation that had vibrated through her body, but what she hadn’t realised is that you had just been as angry as her or even more

Once your clothes had met the floor, the two of you had continued to re-discover each other’s bodies, your fingers slipping and circling places that would cause her figure to jerk, and the second you had found yourself on top of her, your swollen bud had pressed against her eager pearl, your body circling and thrusting against her slim but muscled figure, your paw finding way to wrap around her neck as your once slow motion had carried into a stronger and competitive rhythm.

“Fuck,” Ellie whined, her back deeply pressed against her mattress as she had wrapped one leg around your waist, possessively and greedily twirling her body with yours as her coloured eyes rolled to the back of her head, her body shivering in pleasure as your juices mixed with each other, the friction sending her into a crazed edge as she held back her cum, embarrassed with how quick you had made her ride to her climax. “Don’t stop!” She cried out and cocky, you had smirked at her, your other hand finding way around her neck as both of your buds humped each other.

“Not stopping anytime soon,” you lustfully smiled, tucking your bottom lip behind your teeth you breathed out a moan as you gently bounced against her swollen pearl, finding yourself wanting to squirt against her cunt you allowed yourself to orgasm against her sex, combining and fusing your nectar with her natural wetness, the view of the whiteness of your ambrosia stirred Ellie into an soaring climax, both of your cunts pulsing against each other as you both resumed to grind in sync, both faces red and covered with love-tears as you had mutually sent each other into a second climax.

With a loud sigh, you had pressed your forehead against Ellie’s, with the both of you exhausted you had rolled your body off her physique and landed beside her. “You looked so pretty fucking me like that,” Ellie worded out and confident, you had sat up with your arms, an encouraging smile embedded on your face.

“Do you still have your strap?” You asked and with a faux-offended look on her face, Ellie clicked her tongue.

“Of course, I do.”

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ꜱɪᴍᴏɴ 'ɢʜᴏꜱᴛ' ʀɪʟᴇʏ

“You love pissing me off, don’t you doll,” he flared, tightly wrapping his hand around the back of your knee, your arm wrapped around the back of his neck to aid you to be roughly fucked by the tall man who had possessively held you against him, you had a playful smile on your face, content on sending your husband over the edge, your eyes currently doe to his dignity and grace while your cunt had hungrily pulsed around his shaft, your lips snugged behind your teeth as you had loudly whimpered and moaned to his rough and coarse fuck.

Easily drunk off his sex, you had leaned your head backwards, your cheeks rosy and flushed with erotica as your spouse continued to pound his cock so deeply inside your tight cunt. Your closeness sending him into a beastly bawdy lust as he continued to thrust his length upwards, he commenced to tuck his lips against the skin of your neck and shoulders. “You drive me crazy,” he moaned, his dark eyes laced with romantic madness as you aided your fingers to the bud of your pussy, rotating your digits around your clit while your pussy had sweetly soaked his size.

“I love driving you insane,” you whispered before pushing yourself to his lick his tongue, both you hungrily moving towards each other, latching against each other as your mouths had quickly melded with one another, the roughness of the curve of his tip poking and licking the soft texture of your sex while he ardently guided his dick deeper your vagina whilst the heat of his impending climax heated his body, his cock twitching tightly inside of your cunt while your nectar graspingly coated his length.

“Y’know I’d do anything for you, luvie,” he whispered, his eyes potent with anger mixed with thirst. “You know I’d kill for you,” he moaned, his legs then twitching and shivering as he heavily cummed inside your cunt, his balmy semen seeping and coating against your cervix, careful to push as much of his load inside of you, the man had continued to thrust his hips upwards, your toes curling in response as your eyes watered with sex and intimacy. “You love driving me to that point.”

“I don’t know if I should hate that,” he moaned while tightening his grip around you. “Playing with my feelings like this---oh fuck!” He loudly moaned, his second orgasm pushing through, his cum filling your tight area while the bulge of his cock lightly imprinted your stomach.

Moved, you had licked your lower lips, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you gently moved your body with his. Your competitive tastes obsessed with driving you insane, the thought of him handling others in your name had lifted you, while the friction of your fingers guided you to your peeking orgasm, you had pushed your lips against him once more. “I love you,” you moaned, your nectar sheeting around his width, mixing with his juices while you continued to squirt and cum around his cock.

“Shit—I love you too, doll,” he moaned while pulling his length out of your body, you had quickly held onto the table he had fucked you near. Dizzy with the tight and intense orgasm he had put you through, you had sneery smiled at him as you had watched him get to his knees. “Now let me lick my cum out of you.”

POSITIONS REFERENCE

ᴊᴏᴇʟ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ

The drop-off had went to shit, Tess had been missing and within your thoughts you had believed she had committed herself to another side-quest while pushing both you and Joel to stay in the current crappy apartment you had all currently inhabited; and due to this, you could tell Joel was pissed.

Well pissed off was an understatement to how the man had currently felt but you had understood that your man had wanted a relief, thus you had your second hole roughly ripped open by his girth, your anus wet with your saliva that had once coated his cock after the intense dick-sucking you had gifted the bearded man which had sent Joel to an acute orgasm.

Though, Joel was a man of stamina, he had wanted more, and now he had wrapped his arms around the back of your legs, pressing your back against his chest while fucking you ruthlessly. “Take it like the good girl you are,” he groaned, “Good girl,” he repeated and with your moans over-lapping his comments, you had thorwn your head backwards, mouth opened with un-swallowed saliva as you had attempted to live through his passionate plows.

“Fuck, you’re being so rough on me,” you cried out, snaking your hand towards your untouched pussy, the dew ample and sultry enough for you to easily slip in three fingers, the heavy over-stimulations forcing you to roll your eyes backwards as your walls gripped and twitched around your fingers and his cock.

“Keep doing that imma cum,” he gritted, his voice hoarse as his length began to throb inside your anus while he continued to aid you to bounce on his dick, you could feel your cunt want to spit with your juices.

“More,” you had whined, “I want to feel your hot cum inside of me,” you whimpered while bucking your hips forwards in autopilot. “I want it!” You moaned and satisfied by Joel’s quick turning point, the heat of his load painted and capped your walls just in time before Tess’s knocks echoed on the front door. “Shit,” you had muttered ere slipping yourself off his length, you could then hear Joel scramble onto his feet to pick up his thrown garments.

POSITIONS REFERENCE

ʟᴇᴏɴ ᴋᴇɴɴᴇᴅʏ

As much as you had been stubborn, you had known you always became somewhat of a tramp of Leon’s whenever he had wanted you, you the woman who had loved playing games and as much as you had told each other you were just co-workers, every second away from each other he had lusted for you, yearned for your wetness and touch

Though, as much as he had told himself he wasn’t a jealous man, the view of you being touched by someone else had driven him crazy to the point that, he had set up a faux meeting that had involved just the two of you, you on the other hand had thought you’d meet the rest of the members so when you had entered the meeting room to be met with an upset, Leon, you had taken the imitative to wonder what he had up his sleeve, and what had been the commodity up the fabric had involved the two of you naked.

Carried by his strong arms as he aided you to bounce up and down his thick and long shaft, involved you moaning shamelessly against his ear while your wet hearth had squeezed and throbbed around his size whilst his fingers gripped into the skin of your buttocks, you had felt the curve of his thick tip lick and press the softness of your cunt. “That’s it, baby!” You moaned, the high erotic sting pushing you into a lustful end while you had felt his soft lips press against the skin of your neck.

“Like that?” He reassured biting his lips. “Feel so good, so fucking wet---uh!” He moaned out, his size endlessly throbbing and solid between your warmth, “You’re gonna make me cum so fucking early!” He cried out, his legs weakly shaking as he could feel his cum want to spill and seep and paint the inside of your walls, but just as adamant as you, he had kept in his semen while roughly handling your cunt with his length, the curve of his cock brushing against your heat and pulling you into an obsessive cock-drunk state.

“Yes! Yes!” You moaned, your ambrosia reaching and peeking to its end and sheeting and finishing around his size that had resumed to buck upwards, greedy and hasty to find its own climax, Leon’s eyes dark with lust, he clenched his teeth, finding his strength to bounce your body upwards as he began to milk his cum inside of your body.

Relieved, he had pressed your body against the wall, lifting your figure off his dick as he watched the mixed liquid of both yours and his cum fall out of your body. “So beautiful,” he hummed before taking your mouth with his, deepening the dual passionate affection the two you both proudly and stubbornly shared for each other.

POSITION REFERENCE

ʟᴇᴠɪ ᴀᴄᴋᴇʀᴍᴀɴ

With the vibrating of the toy that he had pushed inside your cunt working its way within you, Levi had lost himself with fucking his cock deep inside your anus, his thick size hastily humping backwards and forwards while the Ackerman had possessively wrapped his firm hands around your waist. With your mouth opened, you had looked back at him, your mouth wide as he continued to fuck you into his bed.

With the sounds of the slapping off his balls hitting your ass, you had watched his steel-like eyes examine how intoxicated you had looked by the help of his length. Teasingly, you had squeezed your hole around his dick, over-stimulated with the buzzing off the toy that hummed against your pearl, instigating you to roll your eyes back whilst you had felt his other hand snake around your throat, possessively pulling you closer against him. “Don’t hold it in---I want everyone to know you’re being fucked by me,” he growled and with his permission your mouth had opened wider, your high-pitched moans vibrating off the walls as the pounding sounds of the bedframe had continued to hit against the wooden walls.

“Oh—Captain!” You wailed, “you’re so deep inside of me, feel so---good---ah!” You moaned, feeling a wave of orgasm wash through you, the bustling of the small toy hopping harder against your overwhelmed clit, your body falling numb within his grasp as he continued to pummel his cock down your ass, his swollen sac pelting against the skin off your ass cheeks while the wetness of both of your sweats continued to meld with each other.

“Moan for me like that, brat---let them know!” He grumbled, “ass so fucking tight around me---brat---oh fuck!” He sobbed, his body shaking as his cock began to shoot out his load, his warm semen piling and filling inside of you, helping him move his body faster between you, his fingers leaving bruises against your skin as he had trouble with pulling his cock out, and when he did the rest of his load spilt against your back, leaving you shaking against the bed.

Your ass still up, you could feel Levi press his lips against your anus before giving it a long lick, cleaning up his mess, sucking and whipping your ass with his mouth and tongue before moving it down your clit, helping your toy send you through another intense and addictive orgasm.

POSITION REFERENCE ONE

POSITION REFERENCE TWO

ᴡɪʟʟ ʜᴇʀᴏɴᴅᴀʟᴇ

It must’ve been another run in by Gabriel Lightwood, Will was usually someone who won over his disputes, but this time, the Lightwood must’ve hit a sore spot which had Will knocking on your door when everyone was asleep, he was in one of his rare moments, silent, but there had been a look on his face that had granted him access to your room.

He must’ve taken a walk, a walk in the rain in fact, his dark curly hair had been stuck against his skin such as his shirt had clung against his body, without an utter, the boy had already been unbuttoning his shirt while you had closed the door behind the two of you, though, you had not wanted to do anything with him, not without having him speaking first, so you had leaned against your wall. Arms crossed and eyes with slight judgement. “What happened?” You asked as you had watched him peel off his white garment.

With a quick glance you had watched him throw his shirt against the floor, in thought that you would follow after but you hadn’t. Earning a short piercing look from his ocean eyes and as you had returned with a darker glare, you had tightened your grip around yourself. “I’m not going to take off my clothes and lay with you because you want to.”

“You normally do.”

With your eyebrows furrowed you had ended up clicking your tongue in disapproval. “You’re such a dick.”

“I just need you,” he breathed out. “Gabriel---he…he spoke about you---” without allowing him to say another word, you had grasped his face, melding your lips with his while tucking your hand beneath his trousers.

“This will be the last time you come into my room expecting me to fuck you this easily, understand?” You questioned and with a soft nod, the both of you had continued to passionately embrace each other, mouth tight and swollen by your heated combination, while the two of you aided each other to take off each other’s clothes, naked under the long moonlight that had gently seeped through the curtains.

Will, strong and fast had pushed you against the bed, using you to get into the position he had wanted you to be in the second he had left the drawing room he had once shared with Gabriel, his eyes currently furious with lust, the stiff cock of his had gently stroked against the skin of your cunt, the wetness of your hearth easily welcoming him inside of you, the soft yet fiery friction had commenced a moan from both of your mouths, thus you had abruptly squeezed around him as his arm had welcomed around the back of your knee, aiding himself to dive and thrust deeper inside of your cunt.

“Oh fuck,” Will moaned, “fit so well for me,” he moaned as he quickened his pace with his thrusts, each plow filled with anger and erotica and each thrust quicker and rougher than before, leaning your head back in auto-pilot while your moans resumed to sing in his room, aware to feel the embarrassment and walk of shame that would occur the next day, you helped yourself to grind your body against, the tip of his cock circling and embracing the softness of your sex while your juices heavily capped and painted his shaft, his length then slipping in and out carrying him to his orgasm. “Oh [Y/N]!” He cried in adoration, his swollen sac releasing his climax inside of you, his grunts mixing with your high-pitched moans as he continued to move his body forwards.

Your body ridden stiff as you could sense your own climax attempt to spill against your mattress, your eyes locked with his, signalling your turning point, lustful to his encouraging look that had influenced the peak to your capstone, and thus you had relieved yourself, your amrita glazing and layering around his girth and once you had been done, you had rested your body against Will’s, an embarrassed and breathy laughed emitting from the back of your throat as you could feel Will leave your body.

“Charlotte is so going to be mad tomorrow,” you laughed.

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[granddaughterofdemeter]

Hi, if you want to do it I would really appreciate it, you can do an imagine Percy Jackson x Female reader daughter of Hades where she is very close to her godly Father (Hades best father) they are very close and she and Percy are dating and Hades finds out, Can you tell me what their confrontation with Jealous Hades would be like with his daughter and Percy with that affronting and sarcastic way of his?

ofc!

*inspo from b99, jake meeting amy's dad*

Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.

[percy jackson x f!reader]

" Or I will. skin. you"

" So you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No-, ugh you, Perseus Jackson, are so infuriating."

You love Percy, of course you do, but when he asked to meet Hades you freaked. He was hurt, sadly, but he quickly understood why after this.

Though, unfortunately for you, your man is a very, very, maddening person.

A large bang caught your attention as Percy leaned in, a mischievous grin crossing his face. You both snapped your eyes toward the door while the dark energy surrounding the Underworld crawled close to you.

The guilty sighs coming from both Nico and Will helped you discern what was going on.

" We tried, [Name]. I'm sorry..." Will apologized. You smiled and shook them off as you placed your focus on your very angry father.

"[NAME], why would you even think about dating this mediocre, dense, child?"

You groaned but before you could say anything, your, mediocre, dense, boyfriend, interrupted you.

"Maybe it's because she likes my, mediocre, dense, brain!"

Hades nearly lost it...

So, of course Percy made it worse by twirling you to face him and kissing you on the forehead knowing full well that your dad would lose his shit.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter, Or I will skin you alive."

"So you think you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No- ugh, you, Perseus Jackson, are an infuriating person! [Name], are you sure this is the person you want to spend a while in your life with?"

Percy got increasingly offended.

"A while? Why can't she spend a lifetime with me?"

Hades laughed in your boyfriends face, before retorting. "My daughter has the ability to gain men much better than you ever could be."

That was when you butt in. "How dare you say that Percy isn't a man that deserves me?"

"It's alright, Rosie, he's not wrong." Percy chuckled, antagonized by the truth he could see your dad's words.

"No, you deserve me and I deserve you, and my father doesn't have the right to call my romantic choice 'mediocre' because this isn't the 1800s and he can't sell me for two sheep."

Percy smiled gently towards you as you scolded your surprised dad just for him.

Hades sighed, looking at the gaze that your lover held for you. He could see the love that he had long ago refused to believe that Poseidon's demigod son could hold for someone that wasn't himself just like his father.

But that moment was what helped Hades realize that he can't control the fact that you are your own woman who can choose who you want to love...

hope you like it!

sorry it took me so long (ノへ￣、)

[writing-cins]

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 - 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐫

(Alastor x f!reader drabble)

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   "Oh, there you are!" you call out when you spot Alastor further down the hallway. He stops, turning slowly, and you approach him with a grin that’s half-annoyed, half-amused. You aren't angry at him. Why would you? You'd been excited for this moment like a child the night before Christmas.

   "Good evening, my dear," Alastor replies in that ever-cheerful tone, leaning on his cane as he sizes you up from head to toe. His grin stretches just a bit wider, enough for you to notice but subtle enough for anyone else to miss. "Why, you look rather…" – he pauses, his eyes lingering on your face – "…excited to see me. Dare I ask why?"

   You raise an eyebrow, catching the playful glint in his gaze. "Well, Alastor, I’m thrilled to finally have found you after your little disappearing act the other day," you retort, tossing in a taunt. This is the confrontation you’ve been waiting for since he left you standing alone in the pouring rain.

   This time, Alastor mirrors your expression, raising an eyebrow with his usual calm amusement. "Why, I’d say it was a tactical retreat," he replies smoothly, his tone dripping with playful arrogance.

   You roll your eyes. "Oh, come now. Abandoning a helpless dame in the middle of Hell just because you couldn’t handle a few pokes with an umbrella? Hardly gentlemanly behavior."

   His grin twitches wider. Straightening his back, he places a hand on his chest in mock offense. "My dear, I would never abandon you! I was simply… giving you the spotlight."

   "By leaving me alone in acid rain, surrounded by sinners?" you snip, voice laced with sarcasm. "Imagine what could’ve happened!" You feign disappointment, shaking your head and clicking your tongue as you glare at him through narrowed eyes. "You’re disappointing me, Alastor. For someone who prides himself on being ‘chivalrous’, you’ve been anything but."

   Alastor doesn’t falter, his fiery crimson eyes never leaving yours. "I recall giving you every opportunity to relinquish that umbrella," he replies smoothly and raises his hand, eyeing his nails in a bored gesture. "But you insisted."

   "Yes, but that didn’t mean you should’ve just… evaporated." You quickly retort and cross your arms, studying him pointedly. "The Radio Demon abandoning his lady in distress? Hardly a noble look."

   A quick laugh escapes Alastor’s throat. "Ah, but who says you were the one in distress?" His voice softens, adopting a silken, honeyed tone, though the radio filter remains in place. "Perhaps it was I, driven to desperation by your charming stubbornness."

   "‘Driven to desperation’?" You smirk. "Quite the gentlemanly way of saying you couldn’t handle a few harmless pokes."

   "Harmless!" he scoffs, placing a hand to his forehead in mock agony. "It was either brave the downpour or risk an untimely eye-loss from your… tactical assault. And neither was in my best interest." He leans in, face mere inches from yours, grinning wickedly.

   Just then, Vaggie steps out from a nearby room, looking between the two of you with a raised brow. "You left her alone in acid rain?" she interjects, fixing Alastor with a disapproving glare and crossing her arms in front of her chest. "That’s anything but proper, Alastor."

   Alastor, looking mildly affronted, straightens up with a huff, placing both hands on the microphone at the top of his cane. "I was, of course, giving her a moment to shine! Surely, she can handle herself."

   Vaggie crosses her arms, smirking. "Well, it seems like she handled you just fine."

   Alastor’s body tenses, and his grin widens, though the corners of his mouth tighten with visible offense at her comment and he shoots her a spiteful glare as he disregards her intrusion.

   You let out a chuckle, a smug smile tugging at your lips. "See? Even Vaggie agrees. So much for ‘chivalry’."

[dyns33]

Family's secrets

Alfie and his wife's story is moving with the show here, and in the future. But we are taking another direction, don't worry. I love them too much.

Alfie Solomons' men had long known better than to speak of their boss's wife. For better or worse, because even though they quickly understood she deserved their respect, they feared the wrath of the King of Camden if they misinterpreted their words.

As for the Shelby family, it was a different story. Oh, they were careful too. If Mrs. Solomons didn't punish them for insulting her brothers, the Peaky Blinders could take care of that.

They hadn't asked themselves if the rumors mattered. After all, if they didn't express their opinion on the matter, it wasn't an insult, simply the information that continued to circulate, from Birmingham to London.

It was Joshua who had heard about it first. He had found it strange, more than amusing or stupid. He had questions, and since he couldn't seem to move on, he talked to the others about it during work.

Ollie had been torn between telling them to shut up and warning his boss that there was talk in the hallway about a member of the Shelby family. But no one ever listened to Ollie unless he was acting on Mr. Solomons' orders, and he was afraid of what would happen if he went to his superior's office over such an innocent matter.

The matter was settled when the boys dared to directly bring it up with Y/N. Joshua really had too many questions.

"… I'm sorry, what ?"

"Ghosts, Mrs. Solomons. Fortune-telling, tarot, crystal balls. Is that for real ? Because if your aunt believes in them, I don't know what to think. They say she has a gift too. Why does she go to someone else if she has a gift ?"

"What are you talking about ? Ollie, what is he talking about ?"

"It's all right, ma'am. Sorry, I'll tell them not to…"

"Ollie, what the fuck are they talking about ?! Joshua, answer me now ! Why are you talking about my aunt ?! What ghosts ?! What someone ? Their name, now !"

"Wow !" Alfie cried, running into the Bakery as fast as his back could carry him. "Treacle, why the screaming ?"

It took him a while to calm Y/N down, taking her place with the employees so they could explain the situation.

For his part, Alfie Solomons thought it was absurd that Polly Gray would go to a psychic, this Mrs. Price, to try to talk to the dead. It was just bullshit to him, a waste of time and money. He just had to ignore the rumor.

But his wife didn't want to ignore it, she wanted to know. So he drove with her to the quack's address, and in that house, he saw Y/N angry, truly angry, for the first time in his life.

Not as intense as Arthur, but there was that unmistakable Sheby savagery, as she yelled at the old woman who had the intelligence not to not answer, looking down and praying that luck was on her side.

"She dared. They dared, all of them !" Y/N cried once they got home, pacing the house. "My poor aunt. She doesn't deserve this affront, no one does."

"Sit down, love. Breathe."

"I have to tell her. I have to call her."

"Sit down first and explain to me. I didn't understand half of what you said to that fake witch."

"I should have killed her, but… I didn't want you to see me like this. I should have stayed calm. I should have…"

"Treacle, come here," he continued calmly, taking her hand, guiding her to sit on his lap. "Talk to me."

"… No one knows except Ada and me. It's a family secret. But you're family now, so I can tell you."

With great attention and seriousness, Alfie listened to the story of Polly Gray and her children, Michael and Anna, forcibly taken away when they were still young because the authorities had deemed their mother incapable of properly caring for them.

It had been years, with no word from the people who took them, no name, no location, no way of knowing if they were all right.

It was shortly after her brother, Arthur Jr., had contacted her about his bastard daughter. Polly hadn't hesitated for a second, going to find Y/N to bring her back to the family, refusing to leave another Shelby child lost in the world.

According to rumors from her visit to the psychic, Polly had been dreaming of her daughter lately, certain that her sweet girl was no longer with us, her spirit trying to contact her.

"Hmm. I see. Maybe you should have killed that nasty vermin, treacle. I think you've been staying very calm."

"I have to call Polly."

"Absolutely not."

"What ?" Y/N jumped, staring at him with some annoyance, but letting him hold her against him. "Why not ? She must know, she must…"

"Oh, I know your aunt, love. She probably already knows, and if not, she'll find out soon. When she learns there are rumors, she'll feel humiliated and take action. It will be even worse for her if her family finds out. Leave her alone."

"But what if she goes back ? If she…"

"If she needs this, leave it to her. You're fine leaving your brothers with their whiskey, their coco, their cigarettes, and all the bullshit that helps them get up in the morning. I might go see those liars if I lost you in a tragic accident, just for the hope of talking to you again. Don't get involved, treacle. If you care about her, don't get involved."

Unusually, Y/N decided to listen to her husband, not warning her aunt. Less uncommonly, even though many people still refused to admit it, exactly what Alfie had predicted happened, since he was far from stupid.

As they made it to London, word reached Polly, thanks to Esme, and after visiting Mrs. Price to "thank" her for her services, she went to see her niece with cookies and a huge smile.

Y/N immediately understood why she was doing this, unsure whether to apologize or pretend nothing had happened.

"I can defend myself, you know that, darling ?" Polly said mid-conversation, lighting her cigarette.

"Yes, I know. That doesn't mean I'm going to stand by and do nothing when I hear you've been hurt."

"You're lovely. You didn't call me."

"Alfie told me not to."

"I see. A wise man, after all. You spoke to him."

"Yes. I'm sorry, Polly."

Her aunt continued to smile as she patted her hand, knowing full well that she was apologizing for what had happened, but also for sharing a secret with her husband, and because there was a chance her daughter was dead. Polly's instincts were always right.

People assumed the rumor had reached Thomas through his sister-in-law. That wasn't entirely the case, although Esme had decided to break her promise by going to see him, giving him one more reason not to like her.

For his part, Alfie hadn't promised anything to Y/N, who hadn't thought to make him promise anything. A family secret, if told to a Shelby, wasn't a big deal, was it ?

If Tommy had heard that his aunt was asking about his daughter, he learned the details of the separation, with the precise dates, and the idea of ​​looking for his cousins ​​through his contacts. If anyone had asked him, no one had suggested it, absolutely no one.

"Thomas has found Michael," his wife announced with tears in her eyes. "I have a cousin, Alfie !"

"Wonderful, treacle, another Shelby."

"A Gray, to be precise. I can't wait for you to meet him, be nice to him."

"If he deserves it, we'll be best friends. So he has to be nice to you."

He sensed something dark in the boy when he shook his hand, but decided it must be in the Shelby boys' blood. The feeling was forgotten when he greeted Polly, who smiled strangely at him, giving him a quick hug.

Apart from Thomas, this shocked everyone, him first, although the moment lasted only a few seconds. Y/N stared at him for the rest of the day with a furrowed brow, no doubt guessing her aunt's gesture, unsure whether to be furious or touched.

Damn witches and their gifts of second sight. He remained silent until Y/N took his hand, indicating that she had decided not to punish him for not keeping his tongue.

He then returned to the Bakery, where he posted very clear rules on all the walls prohibiting rumors and other ridiculous discussions during work.

[kingcael]

Hello! I've been following for ages and I was so excited to see you credited for the new CR art! I saw you asked for questions, so I have two!

Corellon is the god of beauty, traditionally associated with elves but currently being represented by a robot. How did you approach designing the god of beauty specifically in the manifestation of a machine?

I'm super interested in the Wildmother, given how angry-wolf Taliesin's playing her, and I love the expression you drew her with. Any thoughts on designing a nature god to be furious?

It’s all a bit surreal tbh! Thank you so much!

1. For this project since the mortal and divine forms are so entwined, my work began after Hannah was mostly finished the Aeormaton version, so I extrapolated with the sculptural lines she had created and added the minimal canonical details we know of Corellon. For me the beauty in the machine is the design, using natural and organic elements and shaping them with intention. To be honest I imagine beautiful clockwork and machinery as an art form, Corellon’s mortal form is a shrine in himself, a perfected piece of art fit for him to inhabit.

2. Nature seems to encompass the spectrum of human emotion on a grand scale, every element has its corresponding catastrophe, a breeze can become a tempest the same way annoyance can become fury. Knowing the Brutalist abnegation of nature in Aeor, it wasn’t hard to imagine how rejected and affronted the Wildmother would feel, her shrine is made purely in defiance of the manufactured stone around her, (why hers is more covered than the others actually) so the fury was natural to include. Her direct look out is also meant to conjure defiance, challenging the viewer to acknowledge her inevitable reclamation.

[atlanticum]

A rundown of my favorite "The Queen of Nothing" moments<33333

• Does he have a new seneschal? Does he have a new lover? <…> Does he talk about me?…

• “Love is stupid. All we do is break one another's hearts.” I feel like Jude agreed with Heather at that moment:/

• “You,” I say to my twin. “Get out.” YOU GO GIRL

• “Locke is dead” LADIES AND GENTLEMEN THIS IS THE MOMENT WE’VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR

• The very thought of being there, of seeing Cardan, speeds my heart. Oh juuuuude

• "I knew you liked her," says Locke. "That's why I had to have her first. Do you remember the party in my maze garden? How I kissed her while you watched?" "I recall that your hands were on her, but her eyes were on me," Cardan returns. I FUCKING LOVE THIS

• "I loved him." "Sometimes I believed that you did, yes," Cardan says absently. AND THE FACT THAT HE KNEW IT WAS JUDE

• "Jude never loved Locke." "She loved someone else. He's the one she'd want dead.” —or in her bed who knows;)?!

• WHEN CARDAN SAYS HE’LL “EXAMINE” HER ALONE IN HIS CHAMBERS. Naughtyyy boy;)

• “Well, didn’t you get my letters?” “What letters?” THIS LITERALLY RIPS MY HEART OUT AND TEARS IT TO SHREDS

• "Jude, you can't really think I don't know it's you. I knew you from the moment you walked into the brugh." *Crying, screaming, throwing up*

• When Cardan tries to explain the exile to her and that it was all a trick that she was supposed to figure out and be proud of him, but he doesn’t have enough time… :(

• I am the Queen of Elfhame. Even though I am the queen in exile, I am still the queen. And that means Madoc isn't just trying to take Cardan's throne. He's trying to take mine.

• The fact that even when The Ghost betrayed her, when Jude found him she still wanted to save him!!! SHE’S THE BEST

• I'm not going to let myself get distracted by letters I never received or the way he looked at me when we were alone in his rooms or my father's theories about his weaknesses. I’m a tad speechless…

• WHEN THE ROACH COMES TO SAVE HER WITH CARDAAAAN!!! AND FOR HER HE LOOKS EVERY INCH A SPY FROM THE COURT OF SHADOWS

• “That boy is your weakness” OH WOW stupid Madoc is right about one thing. SHOCKER.

• Let Cardan not be shot. Let the Ghost be clumsy. Let me get inside easily. Let me stop him.

I do not pause to ask myself why I am in such a panic to save someone for whom I swore I rooted out every feeling. I will not think about that. Oh, sweetheart.

• “Do not touch her. She is my wife," Cardan says, his voice carrying over the crowd. “The rightful High Queen of Elfhame. And most definitely not in exile." CHILLS. literal chills.

• Cardan stands over me. <…> His white sleeves are rolled up, and he’s washing my hands with a wet cloth. My gods, i’m dying, he cares about her so much

• (about the gown)>> It is perhaps too plain for a queen, but Cardan is extravagant enough for both of us.

• “And the next thing we know, the High King is on our doorstep looking ready to tear down the whole apartment complex to find you” AAGHAHAHA I LOVE HIM

• “It was terrifying watching you fall. I mean you’re generally terrifying, but I am unused to fearing for you. And then I was furious. I am not sure I have ever been that angry before”

• “I was afraid of you when I had a knife to your throat” this tore my heart open

• “This is my room” he points out, affronted “And that’s my wife”. FUCK YEAH “So you keep telling everyone” the bomb says AAAHAH LOVE HER

• “Oh, I don’t know,” I say “Maybe he’d like to hear me scream”. oh he would “I would” Cardan says “And perhaps one day I will” I’M FOLDED.

• “Unlike Locke, I never thought love was a game” he says “You may accuse me of much, but not that” oh boy

• “I offer my queen’s hospitality. The hospitality of knives” ah, yes, badass jude

• “You looked like a knight in a story tonight” I’M ON MY KNEES CRYING. THIS IS TOO CUTE.

• “By you, I am forever undone” I AM SCREAAAAMINGGGGGG

• “My sweet nemesis, how glad I am that you returned”

• “It’s you I love” he says “I spent much of my life guarding my heart. I guarded it so well that I could behave as though I didn’t have one at all. Even now, it is a shabby, worm-eaten, and scabrous thing. But it is yours” ABSOLUTELY MELTINGGGGG

• I can’t believe he said that and then just walked out, leaving me reeling. I am going to strangle him. I adore her

• When the bomb hugs her once they see each other, when Cardan was turned into a snake.

• “Please. I will do whatever you want. I will give up the crown. I will make any bargain. Just please fix him. Help me break the curse” im gonna cry

• I was happy, just before everything went so terribly wrong. This is gut wrenching

• They won. Everything was going to work out. AND HE LOVED HER

• “I would settle for even his worst self, his cruelest trickster self, if only he could be here” THIS IS ENEMIES TO LOVERS AHAAHAHA

• The Ghost’s eyebrows rise, and he glances at me. I grin.

• Like the whole thing how the Roach is telling the Bomb that he loves her is hilarious and super cute.

• The way Jude thinks that she can never tell Cardan how she feels is so sad. If Holly black had actually killed him off I would have died with him.

• “With my whole heart, I wish Cardan was here” she is longing for his annoyance I CANNNOT

• WHEN NICASIA TOLD HER THAT HE SENT THE GOWN I WAS SCREAMING MY GODSsss “He never told you, did he?”

• “And I saw the way you used to look at him when you didn’t think anyone was watching you” AAAH YESSS

• He’s every bit as terrifying as any serpent. i don’t care. I run into his arms. IM ON THE FLOOR SOBBING

• He holds me as though I am the only solid thing in the world. im absolutely dead in the best way possible

• “You don’t want me dead” “If you joke about this, I am going to—“ “Kill me?” I think I might hate him after all Thin line between love and hate, right Jude;)

• “I knew little else, but I always knew you” MY HEART IS EXPLODING

• And when he kisses me, I feel as though I can finally breathe again. MY HEART SQUEEZED IN THE BEST POSSIBLE WAY

• When Cardan silences Randalin when he interrupts Jude. You tell them KING

• THEY’RE CELEBRATING THAT THEY GOT MARRIED YEYYYYYYYYY

• When Cardan adjust his crown and she rolLs HeR eYeS and HE GRINS.

• To family and Faerieland and pizza and stories and new beginnings and scheming great schemes. I can toast to that.

i’m absolutely in love with these series🤍

[rewritingcanon]

hpng characters and how they study for exams because im literally dying rn

rose- academic weapon. need i say more. she has the pomodoro technique down pat. she’s the girl at your local library claiming an entire table with an outlet to herself so she can plug her chunky ass laptop into it and make sure it doesn’t explode on her. she has a sugary iced drink near her at all times but she only takes a sip when she feels she’s deserved it. she eats dinner at 1am because she will not let herself move from her desk until she’s completed the practicals she has laid out in front of her. but trust that she’s losing hair and she’s greasy asf and her short fuse is basically nonexistent. she’s also always randomly sick during exam prep, but her symptoms are never bad enough to warrant a doctor’s visit, it’s only hella inconvenient so she’s chugging neuyrofen and vitamin c like her life’s on the line. no special consideration for her. when she experiences one minor setback (technical malfunction, stubbed her toe, bit her tongue etc) she starts angry crying immediately. just don’t speak to her during exam time, she’ll slap you for breaking her concentration.

albus- exam period what exam period. what are you talking about. these assignments aren’t worth half of his grade what do you mean. you’re telling him the essay was due at 5pm today and not 11:59………………. number one— doesn’t cope well at all. in denial until the twenty-four hour mark before his assignments are due and then will lock in as hard as he can but it is absolutely not a pretty process. so don’t even talk to him about it before then. number two— it’s not like he was relaxing during swotvac (idk the british term for swotvac leave me alone) period, my boy was stressed asf he was just procrastinating. you know when you’re too stressed to do literally anything. albus is a prisoner during exam period free my boy. he can’t study, he can’t relax. when he fucks up because of his poor time management he will psychoanalyse everything about himself and convince himself he’s the stupidest mammal to walk on two legs with five fingers. the mental abuse he puts himself through after submitting the shittiest 2000 word essay is crazy. but he is an affront to the english language (he’s surprisingly alright at exams cuz he’s really good at bulshitting, just don’t make him write anything longform 😭 he can’t back up his impassioned opinions with any evidence ok)

victoire- she is the influencer on studytok that makes studying for eight hours straight look like the most aesthetically pleasing pastime ever. her skin is clean, her hair is washed, her clothes are pressed, her eating and sleeping schedule is routine. she’s so not real.

james- most people think he’s an academic weapon because most people will just see the results he gets at the end of the marking period and conclude he’s hella smart. but if they saw the type of basement-dwelling creature he turns into during the study period they would be horrified. he doesn’t touch grass, he doesn’t leave his room, his lips are chapped asf. in fact his room is growing into a whole new ecosystem to account for the cave-dwelling lifestyle james has going on. he’s got the most psycho routine ever, no sane person would replicate this. he’s so mad-scientist-scribbling-incoherent-observations-at-his-barely-lit-desk-at-midnight core. he never sleeps, he only has intervals of three hour naps so it doesn’t disrupt his sleep inertia. friends can’t text or call or reach out to him— he’s on dnd for the next two weeks. you’d think he died. his siblings think he’s doing cocaine in his room to keep himself up. there is the occasional james sighting around 5am where he may trudge out of his room like a night stalker to make himself tea. his face is gaunt and ghostly and his body is brittle and awkward. don’t speak to him because he’s not going to respond he’s too busy spacing out through the entire exam period. if you do get a word out of him it’ll probably not be in a language understood in this world. best he keep to his room.

hugo- he’s absolutely broke yet the only way he can cope is through impulsive storms of online shopping and doing shopping hauls on his close friends. if he had it his way he’d wind down the night with some dti with the boys but hermione has that boy’s arse glued to the dining chair and she and rose are circling hawks scrutinising all of his answers and then insisting to mark his pracs for him. in all realness they do save him because his marks are always pretty good in the end.

teddy- simply did not study if the subject didn’t appeal to him. one of those woke students that truly believed that marks did not equate to worth. knew he would only feasibly want to pursue careers in the subjects he liked so would prioritise one or two subjects. motivational speaker to all his friends. actually didn’t let exams stop him from living his life. his speeches on the wotters aren’t so successful since a lot of them highkey gaf about their results. rose gets pissed off every time he tries with her. victoire politely ignores him. james is disassociating through the entire speech. he doesn’t even attempt it with percy’s kids. bad luck ted.

lily- if there is a person who is the exact type of person who isn’t built for studying, it’s her. she can get away with it at the start of her schooling, because she is quite smart, but when it gets serious its the biggest humbling ever. she just can’t lock in. she’ll have an exam the next day and suddenly she’s knocking on albus’ door and is willing and wanting to listen to him complain about Life Problem #218. she’s suddenly volunteering to help her mum garden and help her dad cook. she’s going to ‘study sessions’ with friends where she forces them to do anything but study. she’s binge watching shows with james. she’s picking up a new hobby in juggling. she’s attacked by a new hyperfixation she can’t get out of her head and she has to spend 6 hours a day looking at fanart. like girl go study. james will give her the most bomb (but lowkey psycho) tips on how to lock in and she’ll get motivated until she looks at her prac and sees an 8 mark short answer question. like goodnight she’s having a nap. also she eats everything in the fridge, no snacks are safe. fuck the no sugar rule fr. she’s not even hungry she just convinces herself she is so she can do literally anything else besides that 8 mark question waiting for her on her desk in her room.

dominique- would drop out.

scorpius- he’s a fucking freak because he probably likes the stress of exam period 💀 like he probs does feel stress about it, but since he’s always constantly stressed out this isn’t anything new to him. “i get to pour over all my in-detail notes i’ve written on all these subjects through the semester again?? and then do an assessment regarding the in-detail notes i have? yippee!!” his optimism is absolutely not shared by his peers but he’s so oblivious to it. he’s fantasising about what topic questions he’ll get and what his damn body paragraphs are going to be. he’s the guy seated behind you in the exam who unintentionally peer pressures you by requesting for another booklet because he’s written too much in the first. he’s the one joyfully skipping up to you after the test is over and excitedly asking for what you wrote about or what answers you got, and when he shares his responses with you, you realise his points were better or his answers were actually correct. and then he’s emailing his teachers every week asking for when the marks will be released because he’s just so excited. weirdo.

[strawberrybunnystuff]

𝘖𝘶𝘵𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘫𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴

Leland Coyle

The first moment Coyle saw someone else with you he wouldn't care so much. Of course, he would be curious about who the person was and what the topic you were talking about was about. When Coyle begins to feel threatened by the other individual's presence in relation to you, Coyle would go to where you were talking and interrupt the conversation, placing his hand possessively around your waist and pulling you closer to him or even even though he was direct and butted in on the conversation.

Coyle would give very sarcastic responses with a good hint of indirectness so that the other person would take notice and leave. If that doesn't happen and you decide that you are going to continue talking to the person, Coyle would be resentful and angry and will stomp away.

But later, when you would talk normally to Coyle, he would pin you against the wall and give you an "ultimatum" of possession.

"You are mine forever and ever and I expect loyalty from you."

He left you alone and walked away without saying another word, leaving you with your poor brain going crazy trying to understand what had happened.

Franco Barbi

Unlike Coyle, Franco is very direct and cannot control when he is jealous. Lack of patience, angry, aggressive and impulsive describe how Franco is when he is jealous. If Franco saw you talking to someone else he wouldn't think twice about going intimidatingly to where his newest "rival" is now and would threaten him.

"What happened? Did you miss something with her? Or are you just an idiot?"

If the person still tries to continue talking to you, Franco would start physical aggression and threaten the person with his Lupara and if his "rival" still tries to confront him, it will be the end of him.

Franco would drag you from that place until the two of you were alone and confront you directly.

"I won't let anyone take you away from me. Ever. You're mine? Do you understand?"

Franco would say now not with so much anger or aggression but rather with a certain vulnerability and fear showing his sensitive point about being able to possibly lose you.

Mother Gooseberry

Gooseberry would also be direct when confronting the person. Firm, threatening and controlling she would approach the person with her sinister smile.

"Honey, she already has someone for all eternity. Me!"

Gooseberry would say as an overbearing threat subtle enough for the other person to walk away pretty quickly and if the other person still tries something, Phyllis will take care of it.

Now if it were you who continued to talk, Gooseberry would use emotional manipulation to convince you to never speak to that person again.

Gooseberry would not tolerate this situation again. For her, this would be seen as a direct affront to her person.

Ultimately, Gooseberry would make you realize that you belong only to her.

"You are my sweet little lamb. I will allow no harm to come near you."

· · ─ · 𝜗𝜚 · ─ · ·

[accio-sriracha]

How To Prank Sirius Black

A snippet of a Wolfstar WIP <3

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Remus Lupin has finally had enough; he'd been pranked more times than anyone else on campus, being the one to share a room with the idiots. It was about time he gave them a taste of their own medicine.

Teaming up with Lily, Remus devises the ultimate plan, putting every past shenanigan to shame.

Remus decides to prank Sirius Black himself.

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Lily narrowed her eyes at him.

"You've gone soft, haven't you?" She asked.

"What makes you say that?" Remus laughed, helping her up the stands to their favourite spot.

"I saw the way you looked at him earlier. You won't go through with it."

"Of course I'm going through with it! This prank was my plan, remember?"

Lily scoffed. "You can't bear the thought of upsetting him, even for a second!"

"I can upset him, I insult him all the time," Remus countered.

She shook her head. "You never mean it and he knows it."

"What are you trying to say?" Remus' voice came out a bit more affronted than he'd meant for it to.

Before she had the chance to answer, their attention was drawn back to the pitch, where all three boys were watching them in concern.

"Now," Lily whispered. "They don't know what we're arguing about. You have to do it now."

Remus took a deep breath.

"Sorry," he whispered.

Then he kissed her.

He needed to make it last long enough for the others to have time to process what was going on.

He pushed her back against the fence of the bleachers, making a show of tilting his head to the side.

He felt Lily laugh against his cheek as they pulled away.

She cleared her throat and put on an angry face.

"Remus, what the fuck?" She shouted, loud enough for the boys to hear.

She shoved him back and ducked under his arm, taking a few steps away.

"What?" He replied, matching her volume and reaching out for her again. "Don't pretend you didn't like it!"

He had to physically force his features into a scowl to keep from laughing.

Lily seemed to he having just as hard of a time keeping a straight face.

"Like it? You attacked me, you arsehole!"

He rolled his eyes, reaching forward and twirling a strand of her hair around his finger. "Oh, c'mon, Lily. You can't deny our chemistry."

The others arrived then, James not even bothering to come to a full stop before vaulting off of his broom into the stands.

Peter was just behind him, making a  slightly gentler dismount, his boots still landing on the bleacher seats with a loud thud.

Remus couldn't turn to see Sirius, but he knew he was still in the air somewhere behind them.

"You're acting like a creep, Remus," she spat, turning and throwing her arms dramatically around James.

The way she did it nearly made Remus break character. He closed his eyes for a second to collect himself.

James was still in shock. He stared between them, dropping his broom and wrapping his arms around Lily without seeming to think about it.

"What is happening?" Peter was the first one to speak.

Remus wasn't sure how much he should play into this, if he went too over the top it would be obvious they were only acting.

He shrugged. "Lily's lashing out cause she can't figure out what she wants," he said casually.

James' eyes widened, finally reacting.

"Remus, what the fuck is happening?"

He didn't seem angry yet, just very, very surprised.

Remus also noted that he used his actual name. James only ever called him Moony.

"I already told you." Remus gestured towards Lily as she clung to James. "She's confused."

He didn't want to insult James. Kissing his crush was bad enough.

If they wanted this prank to work, they'd have to make sure the others would still want to make Lily and Remus become friends again.

"Just because we're friends doesn't mean I want to fuck you, Remus," Lily scowled. "You're obviously just jealous of Black's conquests. But I already told you the answer is no."

Remus rolled his eyes. "Don't make such a big deal out of it, Lils." He laughed, setting her up for her next line. "C'mon, you can't be that mad."

She pulled away from James, shoving a finger into Remus' chest.

"I'm never speaking to you again. You got that, Lupin?" She huffed and turned away, storming down the stands.

James ran off after her, leaving his broom where it fell.

Peter put a hand on Remus' arm.

"Remus, seriously, what's going on?" He asked. It was the third time they'd asked that question. "Do you even like her?"

"Not like that." He shrugged. "It really wasn't that big of a deal."

"You kissed her," Peter pointed out. "A lot."

Remus lifted a shoulder, not wanting to incriminate himself too much.

"How could you do that to Prongs? You know how much he loves her."

Remus rolled his eyes. "As if you didn't kiss the girl Sirius liked in third year."

Peter shook his head. "Not the same. Padfoot told me her makeup was pretty. James told you he wants to marry her. There's a lot of difference there."

"Alright! Alright, I screwed up okay? Can you just shut up about it now?" He snapped. His irritation had come without him meaning for it to.

Remus glared up at the sky. He was always extra irritable right before the full moon.

Peter's eyes went wide with anger for a second, then suddenly filled with understanding.

"Shit. The moon." He slapped his forehead. "Fuck, I'm sorry. I know you're probably just fucked up right now. You still really shouldn't have done that. You owe them both a huge apology, mate."

Remus silently thanked the gods for this new excuse. It was his only means of redemption. Remus closed his eyes.

"Look. I-" His voice broke off and he cleared his throat. It was a lot harder to talk about the transformations than he liked. "I'm just going through a lot right now. I really didn't mean to treat Lily like that. You guys know how much I love her."

"Do you?" Sirius' quiet voice came from behind him.

He froze, he'd nearly forgotten about Sirius.

Remus turned slowly, watching Sirius dismount gracefully from his broom, his expression anything but forgiving.

"Do you love her?" He asked. There was something in his eyes Remus had never seen before.

"She's family to all of us," Remus replied. He could hear the nerves in his tone clear as day.

"Do you love her?" Sirius asked again. Everything about him was intense.

Remus shook his head. "She's just a friend, Pads," he whispered, stunned by the hurt in Sirius' voice.

"Then, why?" He asked.

Remus narrowed his eyes. "Why does it matter?"

"Because I just watched you kiss her, Remus, and I'd bloody well like to know if you have feelings for her as well!" Sirius shouted.

It was the loudest Sirius had ever raised his voice at him.

Remus gave a harsh laugh, frustrations returning despite his better judgment.

He wanted to blame the moon for what he said next, but he knew it ran deeper than that.

"What, because everyone needs to love someone in order to snog them? Is that what you do? Do you love all of those girls? The ones you can't even remember the names of?"

He had no idea where all of this fury towards Sirius had come from, but it was far too late to put a lid on it now.

Sirius matched his anger, the tension rising between them immediately.

"Don't turn this on me, Remus. I do what I want. You don't get a say in who I sleep with."

"Then you don't get a say in who I'm with either! Who says this isn't all about you? You and your need to make yourself available to everybody. What if for once I wished you just wouldn't."

"Why do you care?" Sirius shouted, getting in his face. "You've never once cared before!"

"Of course I care, you arsehole. I've always cared! You think I want to see you with them? All of those beatiful girls you get chasing after you just because you exist. You think I don't know how any one of them could easily replace me? How much more popular and cool you would be if you were seen with them instead of me? The half-blood werewolf freak."

The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them.

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Fic #118 for @ephemeralstarss

Feel free to send me a number between 1 and 200 for a snippet of a wip!

[inawickedlittletown]

Becoming Pawrents (BuckTommy) - one-shot

Summary: Out on a call, the 118 finds a box of abandoned puppies.

BuckTommy Positivity Week Day 6: kids and pets

Rated: G

Words: 2.3k

@bucktommypositivityweek

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The box trembled.

“So, uh, what do we think it is?” Buck asked. 

Chim approached it with some trepidation. “It’s probably nothing, right, Cap?” 

The call hadn’t been about the box. It had been a minor car accident. No one had actually been injured in the accident, but the very angry guy in the Porsche had taken affront at the inconvenience and actually punched the other driver who had then fallen and hit his head on the hood of his own car. The irate guy had then tried to lunge at the police officer before his partner got cuffs on him. 

After all of that had been taken care of, Eddie had spotted the shaky box. 

“We don’t know that,” Bobby said. “I’m calling it in.” 

Buck shrugged his shoulders. It was probably nothing. Maybe some raccoons were in there scavenging around trash someone had left behind. 

The box gave another shake and with it came the sound of—

“Do you hear barking?” Hen asked. 

“Wait, did someone abandon a puppy on the side of a road?” Buck asked and he rushed forward, Eddie at his heels. 

He was still careful as he popped the box open and yes, someone had definitely abandoned a box containing not just one puppy, but five. They were small wiggly little things that at the sight of someone peering in scrambled to the sides of the box, shaking the whole thing. Buck had no idea what breed they were exactly, but he thought they had to be some mix because they were all kind of curly. They were mostly blond, but they had white and black and brown mixed in too. 

“Puppies,” Chim said. 

“They’re cute,” Eddie said. 

“Adorable,” Buck added. “But who just abandons puppies like this.”

“Someone not very bright,” Hen said. 

Buck couldn’t help himself, so he reached in to grab one of them. The puppy wiggled but it came easily and weighed almost nothing at all. 

“Buck, don’t just — they could have fleas,” Hen said. 

Buck froze and didn’t bring the puppy any closer. 

Bobby approached, then. “Dispatch is sending animal control out. They’ll take them to a rescue and get them checked out.” 

The puppy Buck had picked up made a “woof” that sounded so cute, Buck couldn’t help but bring him closer. He immediately began to lick at Buck. 

Hen just shook her head, but she crouched to look at the remaining four in the box. 

“They’ll get adopted out quick,” she said. 

Buck pet down the back of the one he was holding. He was so soft and he was sniffing at Buck like crazy, it was all that Buck could do to keep hold of him because he wanted to be put down likely so he could run off. It was actually surprising they hadn’t managed to get out of the box. 

“They must not have been here very long,” Chim said. “You guys don’t even know. If Jee-Yun saw them she’d be begging me to bring one of them home.” 

Until that moment, it hadn’t crossed Buck’s mind that it was an option. 

“Why don’t you?” Bobby asked. 

“Yeah, like I’d hear the end of it from Maddie. They are pretty darn cute though. Maybe when Jee’s older and can take on the responsibility of caring for a dog. Otherwise, who do you think will be doing all the walking and feeding? This guy.”

“What about you, Cap?” Eddie asked. 

Bobby laughed and shook his head. “Didn’t go over well last time I brought a dog home, did it?”

“That dog had the devil in him,” Hen said. 

Eddie nodded in agreement. 

“And you, Eddie?” 

Eddie shook his head. “Nope. Count me out on that.” 

Buck, who had previously never given too much thought to getting a pet, wondered if maybe he should try and adopt one of the puppies. They were cute enough and now that he’d moved in with Tommy it would even have a backyard in which to run. And maybe they could even get the dog used to going on runs with him and Tommy. Buck could imagine it easily. One thing stopped him though, it wasn’t just his opinion that mattered. 

“Buck?” Eddie asked. 

Tommy wouldn’t say no to a dog, would he? 

It wasn’t like they’d discussed it or anything, but between the two of them they could definitely handle a dog and it would even work out when their shifts didn’t align so neither of them was home alone. The more he thought about it, the more the idea grew on him. 

“I — I kinda want to take one,” Buck said. 

“Of course you do,” Hen said. 

“What is Tommy going to say about that?” Eddie asked. 

“I would need to check with him, but I think maybe…maybe this is the next step for us.” 

“A dog,” Chim said. 

Buck gave a nod. “Yeah. I mean, I know he likes animals. I’m not gonna just show up with a dog without asking him first, but maybe it’s a good idea. It’ll be—” he trailed off not wanting to say it out loud.

“It’ll be what, Buck?” Hen asked. She was crouched scratching the head of one of the dogs. 

“It’ll be nice when he’s on shift and I’m not and when I’m on shift and he’s not.” 

It wasn’t what he’d almost said, but no one either realized or felt like calling him on it. He did think that Bobby was giving him a knowing look. A dog was preemptive for kids. Good practice for when he and Tommy decided they wanted a family. If that was something Tommy wanted. If it was something that he wanted with him. Buck had always wanted kids, but if Tommy didn’t he didn’t think it was a deal breaker. 

Suddenly, a pit was growing in his stomach and he bent to pet the dogs some more. He couldn’t help but smile while petting them. 

“Buck,” Eddie said. 

Buck turned and found Eddie with his phone pointed at him. 

“And sent,” Eddie said with a grin. 

—

Tommy wasn’t used to being on phone as often as he was these days. He still read a lot during any downtime at work, but one of the first things he did when getting back from a call was check his phone. Tommy didn’t mind, he loved the rabbit holes that Evan’s research binges sent him down. It was also, absolutely true, that the 118 got itself into some situations that absolutely required recounting. 

So, when he climbed down from the helicopter right at the end of his shift, he reached for his phone to check and see if Evan had had occasion to text. 

Instead, he found a text from Eddie that had come in not thirty seconds earlier. 

It was a picture and in it Evan was leaning towards a box full of puppies. They looked adorable and with how curly and blond they were, Evan kinda fit right in. Tommy couldn’t stop looking at the picture. At Evan’s smile and at the dog that was preparing to take a leap at him. 

“Whatcha got there, Kinard? Boyfriend sending you nudes?” 

“No. Unfortunately,” Tommy said. 

Lucy cackled. He turned his phone and Lucy grabbed it from him. “Did he finally find his family or something?” 

“Funny,” Tommy said, snatching his phone back and continuing to the locker room. 

He texted Eddie back as he made his way to his car. 

Tommy: Cute. What’s with the puppies?

He was about to pull out of his spot when Eddie responded. 

Eddie: Someone abandoned them. They’re getting picked up by animal control now. If you don’t want a dog better start figuring out how to tell Buck no.

Tommy went back to the picture. The puppies sure were cute, though he’d argue that Evan was the cutest thing in the picture. He didn’t know how he and Evan could manage to keep a dog, but at the same time it wasn’t the worst idea. Back when he’d first moved into his house he’d been convinced that a dog was the thing he needed to make it complete. It was his schedule that stopped him from getting one because back then he’d been completing his flight hours and it just hadn’t made much sense when he was only really home to sleep. Tommy had never revisited it. 

His phone vibrated again. 

Evan: how do you feel about getting a dog? 

Attached was a picture of the dogs inside the box. They were all quite fluffy with huge eyes and ears that just kinda flopped on the side of their heads. Going by their size, they would get to a good size. 

Tommy: how long do we have to decide? 

Evan: a few days. 

What followed next was information about the rescue shelter that the dogs were being taken to. 

Evan: I told them we’d stop by tomorrow. 

They were going to get a dog, of that Tommy had no doubt. For his part, Evan had already decided, and while he was sure that Evan could deal with Tommy saying no, it would also break his heart. That’s just who Evan was. It was what Tommy loved about him. 

When he got home, he did a little bit of research. He couldn’t be completely sure, but it seemed like the dogs were golden doodles or some subset of that. He and Evan did have erratic schedules, but if they got the dog trained fairly well then maybe one of them could bring it with them to work on occasion. It was allowed, he’d found out, and not just for animals trained for search and rescue. They could get the dog certified as a therapy dog, though. 

By the time that Evan arrived home, Tommy had already put a number of things in his amazon shopping cart. Evan laughed and hugged him from behind when he saw it. 

“Really?” he asked. 

“For one thing I could tell you really wanted to do this. And I think we can make it work.” 

Evan immediately leaned down and pulled him into a kiss. “You’re the best. They were all taking bets on how this would go.” 

“I hope you put some money on me,” Tommy said. 

Evan just laughed. “So, let me show you more pictures. They really were cute.” 

There were about ten pictures. Some were of the dogs still in the box, but Evan also had pictures of them loaded up into the car that was taking them to the shelter. One had Evan holding two of the puppies. He looked absolutely smitten. 

“What did they say?” 

“I guess it’s not super unusual so they weren’t surprised when I asked about adopting one. They said since we did find them I could have first dibs at the shelter. They will be putting them up for adoption by the end of the week. I told them we’d come by tomorrow.” 

“So presumptuous,” Tommy said. 

Evan just smiled. “Even if you said no, I still would have wanted to see they were okay.” 

“I really don’t think there’s saying no to you, Evan.” 

Evan grinned at him. “I’ll admit I was a little worried you didn’t think we’d have the time for it.” 

“Well, I was thinking about that,” Tommy said. “Did you know LAFD allows dogs at the firestation? Not just service animals, but therapy dogs, and even pets. It’s kinda up to the Captain.”

“Really?” Evan seemed to light up. “That’s great. I think we can really do this, Tommy.” 

It took a few days and only a couple of visits. The hardest part was picking one out of the five, but in the end they settled on one of the male puppies. He was sweet and playful and pretty smart going by how quickly he’d caught on to fetch. The shelter made the whole process easy and sooner than expected, they were arguing over names while their new dog introduced himself to their backyard. 

“What about this dog looks like a Max?” Tommy asked. 

“That’s better than calling him Darcy,” Evan shot back. 

Tommy thought Darcy was a nice name and maybe he’d picked it because of Pride and Prejudice, but it wasn’t like he could name the dog Knightley after his favorite of Austen’s leading men.

“What about Teddy?” Evan asked. 

“Then we may as well call him Bear.” 

“Well if he’s going to be a firehouse dog maybe something relating to that.” 

“Blaze? No, that doesn’t fit.” 

Evan stopped and he grinned at Tommy, clearly he had an idea. “What about Captain?” 

It wasn’t a bad name except for how it was also a horrible name.

“Bobby’s going to kill you,” Tommy said. 

Evan just laughed. “It’s a good name! And we can just say that we were naming him after his grandpa. Cappie for short, so it’s not Cap.”

“I take no credit for the name,” Tommy said. “It’s all you.” 

“Captain!” Evan called out. “Is that your name? Is it?” 

The dog. Captain. He came running towards Evan, panting and wagging his tail. He bumped into Evan’s shins. 

“You know, Evan, if you get to pick his name then I get to pick the next time we have to pick a name,” Tommy said. 

“What does that—”

He saw understanding settle on Evan’s face. They had never talked about it. Before Evan, Tommy was pretty sure that he would have been entirely against the idea of becoming a father. It just hadn’t seemed like something he would ever have and he hadn’t exactly longed for it or anything. With Evan everything was just different. He made Tommy want things. He made Tommy have hope for the future and he wanted that future to include kids. Evan’s kids. His kids. 

Evan had an armful of puppy, but he leaned over and kissed him soundly and Tommy reached down to pet Captain. It really wasn’t a bad name. 

“Fine,” Evan said. “So we take turns naming our kids starting with this one.” 

[catboymoments]

Different anon here. I understand people being upset and angry, but I was in Ukraine when the war started. My family were lucky enough to get out but so many others weren't, we spent so long worrying, working on humanitarian efforts and such, and we still make sure now to donate to other causes such as Gaza.

But although I myself came away with it with open eyes and a strong desire to help, my brother wasn't the same. He's quite a bit younger and was so deeply traumatised from everything we all saw. He had nightmares for months after, and always acted as if the war could crawl into Germany (where we stayed for over a year before we moved to the US to be with family).

He refused to put his backpack away at school and always kept it in arm's reach, he hoarded snacks under his mattress, he all but shut down at school and resisted learning German but at the same time shied away from other Ukrainian students because he couldn't hear the war stories without a panic. And he insisted on waiting by the mailbox, outside, backpack at the ready waiting for news from his old best friend (which we still haven't really gotten; we hope they made it to another country and just haven't wanted to stay in touch).

When we made it to America, we got him some help thanks to charity and put more into teaching him English and he's starting to recover, making friends at his newest school and finally feeling safe. All this Gaza stuff is not helping though. He's fourteen now and his classmates at high school keep sending him things on Instagram or Discord or text messages about the war with no warning or spoiler tags. Many times my parents have taken his phone away, but he has a couple other friends from Ukraine and Germany he needs to stay in contact with so they can't bear to do it for long. He can't block them either because apparently fourteen year olds take it as an affront on the friendship, and often we are late due to having one car between the four of us to attend different places (my parents and I to our jobs, my brother to school) and by far the easiest way to get that cleared is having him message someone in the same class to tell the teacher in advance if we're stuck in traffic.

Some bots have caught wind and have sent some pretty horrific things, to the point where even a simple fundraiser post (often with rightful messages of desperation) can wind him all the way back.

I understand both perspectives, as someone who survived a war zone and as someone who has seen the many different ways it impacts people. It's trauma, plain and simple. And during these times, especially with the election, people need to engage with the world safely. My brother likes your Owl House content and I make sure to send it to him by message so that that's all he sees, but not everyone has something like that.

Of course, it's up to you. Making this blog safer for Gazans with firsthand trauma is probably going to do more long-term good than sparing others secondhand trauma. I'm just asking you to consider all angles here.

Sorry if I have mixed up everything, English is my third language and I asked my mom to proof it (whose English is a lot stronger as she has a talkative job these days, but is still not her mother tounge).

Oh I didn’t. Think of it from this perspective. Thank you for telling me this, I was wrong and I’m sorry.

[crucihoee]

𐙚˙⋆. RIBBON TIED THROUGH THE HEARTS.

summary. frenchie apologizes after shutting kimiko out. a reimagine of their mending scene. the boys 4x07. ft. kimiko + frenchie. word count. 749 words.

The string that flowed between them stretched beyond platonic, beyond norms, beyond understanding. Like a soul tied to a ribbon cultivated from their beating chest, and when one strayed adrift for too far, an ache began to pound, then a bruise. It became harder to breathe by then.

The other end of her soul had turned himself in. He decided to walk away and turned away from her too, apparently. So when he came staggering back, Kimiko averted her eyes. His eyes searched for hers. They were etched with guilt and hurt, and Kimiko couldn't care less. A tinge of remorse plucked the strings of her heart, but betrayal consumed it. This time, she was the one to walk away.

When he called after her, my heart, in that foreign language that she had come to adore too much, she didn't turn around like she always did. If she were truly his heart like he was to hers, he wouldn't left her in the dark exhausted by thoughts of What happened?

Frenchie later trailed after her every move like a lost puppy. His mouth gaped and pressed, gaped and pressed on repeat. Words failed him and beyond that, he failed her. Kimiko, he thought, beyond sweet and always so dear. The source of every beat of his veins. Her eyes brimming with hurt and her mouth pouted in a way that made it hard for him not to smile. But he didn't deserve to smile, more so grin, no matter how precious she was behaving.

"Kimiko," he tried again. Her pace quickened in front of him. "Mon coeurㅡ"

Don't call me that, she swiveled around and signed. Frustration and anger weighed heavily in her movement.

His eyebrows pinched and his eyes glistened. He breathed in the hurt. "Mon coeurㅡ"

Stop!

So he did. He watched the heave of her chest and tracked her angry steps as she stalked away toward his makeshift lab. The distance grew, and a painful pull kept tugging at his chest. When the pain became insufferable, Frenchie threaded after her.

The silence in his lab was diffused by the clinking sounds of equipment that Sameer made. Kimiko sat on top of a crate with a magazine splayed on her lap. Sometimes Frenchie caught the stolen gazes she tried to sneak. She'd focused back on her reading each time he looked back. When they were alone, he finally pulled her aside.

"Mon coeur, you know you can't keep avoiding me," he said, his voice succumbing to tiredness much like his eyes.

What? She raised her eyebrows, affronted by his words. Like you avoided me?

When he failed to counter a response, she scoffed and moved away, abstaining from him. He found her mulling alone near the tanks, eyes still fixed on the colorful pages pinched between her fingers. Frenchie cautiously approached her, gave her a gift, and told her how much he'd missed her. She told him that he was exhausting.

His heart lurched at her words. Frenchie knew that she was right. Kimiko was rarely wrong about him. He had undermined her traumasㅡ the things that she had gone through.

I understand more than you know, she told him.

Then Kimiko, his kind-hearted and wonderful Kimiko, offered him a seat, patting the empty space beside her with a tender smile. She allowed him back in. He pressed his lips shut and when his skin brushed slightly against her thigh, he felt like sobbing.

"How can we possibly forgive ourselves?" he asked. "How can we move on?"

He turned to her for an answer. She glanced back and he forgot about the fix he was searching for. The strings floating between them hummed and emitted the kind of warmth he lacked and yearned for every second he was behind those bars. She stared quietly at his mouth, then his eyes. Frenchie had to look away when her lips stretched softly for him.

He made a joke about Sameer and her eyes delightfully creased at the edge as she giggled. Her dimples appeared and he bit down his tongue. Her hands danced as she talked about Butcher, her mischievousness oozing from her half-smirk. He nodded and playfully shoved her shoulder with his. She continued to gaze up at him with that tenderness he often associated with love.

Mon Dieu, how could he not reach out to caress her flushed cheeks afterwards? How could he not lean down and rest his forehead against her? How could he even live and breathe if not for her?

[deathnguts]

This might be crazy but I think that Rabastan and Regulus’s first massive fight that set the tone for the rest of their fights as a couple was because of Bartylus. Hear me out.

So, rabastan is way older than regulus we’ve already been over this. When regulus was five years old Rabastan was graduating hogwarts, or high school if you wanna view no magic AU which we do a lot. Rabastan was also a rebellious lad who did what he wanted especially in his teens, the time when he wasn’t close with regulus yet beyond like just being regulus’ favorite person that wasn’t Sirius yknow. Speeding this up, Rabastan did not save himself for marriage like he was supposed to via traditional marriage rules he was raised with. Rabastan was 100% sexually active in his teens and his twenties because why wouldn’t he be? It’s not like anyone got pregnant why does it matter? He didn’t love regulus yet so it’s not cheating, who cares?

Fast forward to when regulus is like fifteen, him and Rabastan consider themselves a couple now just counting down the days until Regulus is legal so they can get married and oops Rabastan lets it slip that he’s not a virgin. He didn’t think it mattered and he doesn’t like lying to Regulus so he didn’t think to hold it back or keep it a shameful secret. Regulus doenst like hiding things or keeping secrets from Rabastan either so he says he isn’t either pretty easily. Suddenly Rabastan cares a little, because what the fuck did you just say? He wants details, he wants names, he wants to know what there is to know and regulus is affronted because why does it matter you said it doesn’t matter! Rabastan wants to know who and regulus says he’ll only tell if Rabastan says who his first was and Rabastan says he doesn’t know because he doesn’t it was a one night stand he doesn’t even remember the name of it didn’t matter and that breaks Regulus’s heart a little but because isn’t this supposed to be sacred and that makes Rabastan even madder because if it’s so sacred why’d you do it with someone else?! Rabastan says it’s not fair because he was a different person ten years ago, Regulus says that’s not fair because why is Rabastan allowed to just break the rules he has to follow just because he’s older, just because he was born a man.

Again, speeding it up, they give each other the silent treatment for a while. It’s easy to do with regulus in school, they just don’t write. It’s been a few months and rabastan is starting to think the fight was actually stupid because he misses regulus and he’s willing to get over it in a second if they’ll just talk again so he goes to pick regulus up from the station with that sort of thinking and- who is that.

Barty’s always been touchy with regulus, he’s always been affectionate and open with him even when they’re not romantically interested in one another because the Bartylus bond persists in every universe. They’re just close beyond belief so it’s hard not show that. Rabastan has never seen it before because well barty really only sees regulus at school while Rabastan only sees him out of it. Rabastan hates it. He hates it a lot. Is he supposed to just be fine with another man cradling his wife (not yet) like he owns her?! And barty isn’t like subtle at all, he’s like waist grabbing and burying his face in regulus’ neck, it’s a hard watch for sure.

So naturally Rabastan forgets he wasn’t angry anymore and the fight starts again immediately. Who is that? What just because you’re not a virgin you’re just close with every guy you see now? Regulus is appalled, he’s my best fucking friend if anyone’s a fucking whore it’s you you don’t even remember how many people you’ve slept with- gab gab gab they fight a lot, truth slips out, regulus admits his first time was with Barty because they’re just Like That but not like that, rabastan admits has really only slept with people he doesn’t care about before which is why he’s upset regulus has only slept with one person and he cares about them a lot and it’s not him. They’re still kinda mad because you can’t just undo anything they said or did, Rabastan asks for regulus to stop talking to Barty and regulus says no. Rabastan rolls his eyes and regulus stiffens up, he says he needs a drink and regulus says he’ll pour it and Rabastan says No I need a drink away from you and regulus says please don’t and there’s an anger in the room but it settled like a fog and it feels so thick it’s like they can’t move through it and regulus gets on his tip toes to kiss Rabastan, just missing his lips because he’s not quite tall enough even at his tallest and Rabastan sort of stews with that for a moment before bending down a little so they can kiss properly. They’re not at the hate fuck point in their relationship yet, they definitely want they’re first time together to be softer than that, but you can see the seeds of that future planted here because there’s definitely over the clothes stuff happening within the next two hours of this kiss.

But yeah, both Barty and Rabastan’s life before he loved regulus remain sore subjects for the rest of time, and are both brought up in every fight when they’re angry enough.

[soot-and-salt]

Daily Alastor writing exercise #2

I guess I'll keep doing this until I remember how to goddamn write again.

Thank you for being so kind about the last one. It filled me with a joy I hadn't known in months, like a flower finally watered again after a drought.

I keep writing angst... I'd say I'm sorry but...

Alastor stared up at the thin screen, ankle balanced on his knee and a boutique of winter flowers loose in his hand. The theater was empty, save for him and the man at the piano who played as if he was at prayer, head bowed and eyes half-shut. It was a late showing, the film no longer fresh enough to be on the marquette, set out like spoiled produce to be picked at by those of lesser means.  He didn’t mind the theater. Not really. There was a certain frail charm to it, like a glass bell jar used on people instead of butterflies, preserving that which wasn’t meant to be preserved. Alastor was glad of it now, though. He watched the silent picture ramble on before him, as a slender man with a ridiculous moustache and top hat stumbled his way into comical mishaps meant to delight indiscriminate crowds like the vaudeville shows of his childhood.  And suddenly there she was, trapped forever in celluloid like a beetle in amber. Leeched of her righteous color and bawdy accent, but her just the same. Alastor watched, unable to help the smile that crept onto his face, as Mimzy bustled into the scene in a fox stole and the helpless tramp walked right into her. She gasped, eyes wide as billiard balls, mouth a perfect “o” of affront, before she began to smack him with her handbag.  A dialogue card popped up on screen. “You cad!” it said in curvy handwriting, and Alastor could almost hear it in her voice, the spark of her accent and the dive in pitch of her tone when she really got angry.  Just as quickly as she had arrived on the screen she was gone again, disappearing into a crowd of people and leaving the comedian looking slightly battered and adrift.  “That’s my girl,” Alastor said fondly, sadly, wishing he could replay it again and again just to see her. He’d give anything to reach through the screen and pull her back home, back to New Orleans, where she belonged. Where he had kept her safe from mean landlords and cruel boyfriends, instead of letting her go to chase her dreams of stardom in the silent movie factories of New Jersey.  Where she had run straight into another man with ill intentions, a drinking problem, and a gun.  Alastor stood slowly and dropped the flowers on his seat. He’d see her again, he knew it deep down in his bones, but he ached without her now. Regret was not an emotion he was used to, though grief was a ready friend he had shaken hands with many times before. He hated to welcome it back into his life once more.  “Goodbye Mimz,” he said, running a hand over a flower petal before putting his hat back on and walking out of the theater, the slow piano tune following close at his heels like a dirge.

(oh hey @henchy5824 and @elkaseltzer)

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Share some SamRobby thoughts m'lady?

it wouldn't be such a compelling ship if it didn't end so poorly. the mutual hurt is what makes them so delicious. that's why the scene in s4e1 is their best scene. friends to lovers to enemies and they should've had an angry makeout session i digress. samrobby is the one relationship of sam's where sam actually did the hurting instead of being hurt. robby deserved better! and sam knows he deserved better! she misses him but not enough to be honest and not afraid because she knows she hurt him. and robby is sosososo mad at her, defends her behind her back but insults her to her face because he can't let go of his anger enough to tell her he misses her too.

that all being said, they're so fucking cute when they start. s1 samrobby is possibly more my favorite than s2 samrobby is. their first meeting. the way robby looks at her when daniel invites him for dinner. robby keene immediately falling for samantha larusso. johnny hates daniel but robby loves sam. daniel can't stand johnny but sam can't stand not being with robby.

SAM PURSUES HIM!!!!! i cannot TELL you how happy that makes me!! miguel asks sam out, but sam is the one who's leaning in for the kiss with robby first! she's the one saying cute little "got you :)" comments to him! she's the one coming to his room after they had a heated moment because there's no way she didn't think robby was going to make a move!

and then once they're together they're together. samantha no one is taking him away from you. you don't have to be kissing him every moment of every day. and robert knowing that her grandmother is staying in the house and still kissing her in front of an open fridge is genuinely insane work. come on now.

their little quips. they both love dirty dancing. they both love pretty in pink. they dress up to go roller skating because they're nerds. they work together to protect demetri because they're just sweet kids who can't stand anyone getting hurt like that.

robby definitely loves the taste of sam's chapstick. sam doesn't even bother playing the whole "i'm cold can i have your jacket" game she just puts robby's jacket on before they go. it's just warmer and better. robby likes napping on top of sam. sam thinks his short hair is cute but misses when it was longer and she could run her hands through it more. sam's terrible at bowling and is affronted that robby is much better than her with no practice. she absolutely destroys him while go karting however. robby cries, sometimes it's just too much and he has to cry, and at those times sam likes spooning him, arms tangled with his so she can squeeze him comfortingly and face buried in his neck so she can whisper a bunch of sweet nothings that actually soothe him. when sam has nightmares robby refuses to go back to sleep until she's dozed off again, and he'll hold her to his chest and sing soft quiet lullabies until she feels safe enough to let her eyes flutter close.