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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 7 months ago

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I was wondering if you could write headcanons for the Bone Boys as dads. ( you can pick one or multiple) (ie. Seeley, Jack, Lance, Zack, or any of the squinterns) I loved your hodgins fic sm <3 take your time!!! Thank you!!!

Oh, I love you for asking this 💕Any opportunity to write for my Jeffersonian family. And my squinterns? You didn't have to ask twice. If anyone want a part 2 let me know. I didn’t include a bunch of squints or my boy Aubrey

Seeley - over protective, caring, goofy, stern, willing to do whatever he needs to to make his kid happy. I mean, just look at Parker - that kid turned out so well adjusted and happy. Booth just loves him to pieces - and Christine? Apple of his eye. Any kid this man has will want for nothing and know nothing but pure unrelenting love. Sunday afternoons of throwing a baseball around - I don't care what gender, any child of Booth will know how to throw a curve ball. And the hockey games? Oh, the kid(s) will be wearing Flyers jerseys before they can walk.

Lance - we were robbed. Robbed of seeing this beautiful man raising a child. Sweets would be such a good dad too. Caring, affectionate, understanding, patient, hilarious, and with one disappointed look have his kids in line apologizing.

Oh, I could just imagine the first few weeks of sleepless nights. Lance, being so excited, but also so terrified of messing up. He knows what its like to have shitty people looking after you, and he'd never want to be that way. But he also knows what it's like to have two loving (amazing) people take care of him and love him with unconditional love.

This of course, would cause him to take the brunt of the middle of the night feedings/check-ins. Lance, sitting in a rocking chair, softly singing Coconut by Harry Nilsson. It's no surprise when the kid knows all the words before they know the alphabet fully.

Just, ugh, nothing but love and laughter.

Any child of Jack's will be showered with affection, over the top gifts (what do you mean a thousand dollar playhouse is too much? It has a fully functional kitchen and a mini lab!), and a love and appreciation for all the beautiful things around them (bugs and all).

"Whose my little prince/princess of the lab?"

Jack would realize his mistake during the preteen phase. "Honestly, I don't know where the sarcasm is coming from. They're too quick for their own good." This of course, would be met with eye rolls, and really? No DNA test needed here. King of the Lab? More like King of Sass.

Jack would love to take the kid(s) to the lab. "This is a Carabidae, they belong to the Adephaga." He'd love to see their little faces light up with wonder. He'd never feel more elated then hearing the little giggles when he puts the beetle into his kids tiny waiting hand.

Wendell would be the sweetest most down to Earth dad. No child of Wendell's would ever know what it means to struggle - not if he had anything to say about it. That doesn't mean his kids wouldn't know the meaning of hard work - that's the one thing Wendell prides himself in. Working hard and knowing you deserved to be there.

Considering his own mother induced labor on a roller coaster, I'm sure Wendell would be there for unconventional methods. His kids would also know how to defend themselves - verbal and physically (No one would ever talk down to his kids and get away with it. And boxers fracture? His kids would know how to throw a punch and mean it - "only if they deserve it, you can't just go around just starting fights with anybody."

His favorite memory would be the first time he took his kid(s) onto the rink. Seeing them persevere and keep going until they got the hang of it - "That's right, you got it!"

Wendell would raise his kids to be prepared for absolutely anything. Car broke down? They would know how to fix the engine. Someone broke their heart? Cry, feel it all, then take a deep breath and keep going. Because no matter what - he'll always be there to back them up.

Vincent would be a dotting dad. A little over the top, but that's why his kids would love him. Any child of Vincent's would know more random facts than any other five year old. The calls from the kindergarten teacher would always be...interesting. "Yes, yes, I can see why talking about the amount of insect legs found in chocolate would be upsetting to the other children."

That of course would not and could not stop him from prattling out more facts every night. Facts were his love language - his bonding time. Every night, without fail, he'd tuck his little one into bed, rambling about any random thought that popped into his head until his child fell asleep.

Colin, sweet morbid hopeless Colin. Would have no idea what to do with a child until one evening when he hasn't sleep for four days straight - he can barely see, his mind and body more fuzzy than normal.

He's looking hopelessly at his baby in his arms, "What? what do you need from me?" His voice growing more weary and desperate. Until he see's it, a smile - then a small gurgle that could be mistaken for laughter. "Oh, you like that, huh, my misery?" He's welcomed by another gurgle and big beautiful eyes blinking slowly back at him. He feels it then - the warmth- the happiness creeping up in his bones. He's got a shot now - at something he never thought about before.

Oh, his kid wants to paint his nails? Sure, he's always got the time, and maybe some tips, a little sloppy on the corner there. It's okay- you're only six we'll get you there, kid.

Colin would be the type of dad to always complain about being dragged to something, but he would secretly love it. Sappy teen movie playing in the background? No, he's not interested. He's just going to stand here for 30 minutes eyes glued to the screen. No, he doesn't want to sit down. Wait- rewind - what are they arguing about? He missed it.

Colin would have a little mini me - both the complete opposite of him and so similar it was scary. His little partner in crime.

Zack would like to think he knows exactly what he's doing but he has no idea. He buys every parenting book known to man. Spends hours of research looking up different child development theories.

No, the baby did not in fact laugh. It's only been a month, a baby can't laugh until at least 5 months. He states that firmly until the next few days when Zack swears up and down he made the baby laugh doing an impression of Hodgins. I know I said that, but perhaps the baby just has my intelligence and early development.

Zack will be there front row and center for every recital, game, or event. Doesn't matter if he has no idea what the rules are or what is going on. He'll be there cheering from the side lines.

His favorite afternoon snack to make? Macaroni and cheese.

Zack is just happy to have made his family a little bit bigger. He never thought he'd be proud of anything outside of the Jeffersonian, but he was happily proven wrong everyday.

#did i go overboard? maybe but I have no regrets #bonestv #bones tv show imagine #bonestv imagine #seeley booth #zack addy #lance sweets #jack hodgins #colin fisher #wendell bray #vincent nigel murray

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apocalypse-shuffle · 2 years ago

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ERIK | THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA

(multi iteration)

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“An Amati to be Worshipped” (Erik |The Phantom of the Opera x Fem!Reader)

| Erik just can’t keep that mysterious demeanor about him in check when it comes to you. Or his temper. Or his lust.

| NSFW, 18+, minors dni, violinist!reader, (TW: stalker!erik, non con voyeurism, masturbation) questionable history/depictions of 1800’s French culture (I tried)

| picture source: shots from Ben Crawford & Emilie Kouatchou’s run as The Phantom & Christine on broadway

| 1k+ words

In one word Erik was miserable.

His truest obsession, his sweet violinist, was out sick and as such he didn’t get to peer down upon her from box five as she drew those elegant fingers across her bow and string.

He missed her sun worshipped skin like a starving man missed food. She stood out like the brightest star from the pit. Playing her violin like it came as easy as breathing, much in the way Erik himself played his many well versed instruments.

Watching the performance earlier that night had been truly disappointing. Not even Christine’s voice could make up for the lack of the melodic rises and falls that came from his violinist’s strings. It was a clear missing puzzle piece in the whole show. One that irked him down to his soul and made him vow to gut the hapless fool in your place while you recovered.

And he wanted to curse that too.

The newest stage hand had forgone cleaning up the stage after pre-rehearsal a few days ago and you, his greatest muse, had slipped and fallen.

Your decent from the stage to the pit had almost made him reveal himself from his elevated position in the rafts. You’d dropped so abruptly, so thoroughly, that you’d screamed. A wretched sound forced from your mouth that had made even Erik gasp and want to reach for your fallen form.

Erik himself, with that fear and fury still thriving through his very spirit, had only just come from doing what he promised when he saw the tears tracking down your face. He’d gutted DuBoi within an inch of his life, the worm wasn’t worth being taken to his torture chamber, and left him to rest for his remaining hours as he chocked on his own tongue.

He stomped through his passage ways now, in search of you of course. After avenging your ails he was near giddy to get back to what he’d taken up doing since your most unfortunate injury.

He rounded the narrow corner to your bed chambers in the sick bay and hummed lightly as his eyes finally lay upon your form.

You were exquisite.

He could watch you for hours, and did. With the opera house quieting down after the night’s lackluster show and Christine not being due for a lesson, his presence was not needed anywhere else as twilight descended.

You mostly read, books from Senegal that were in a French dialect he was too unfamiliar with to read easily, and worked on your music. That was always his favorite part of the night.

Whenever everyone retired to their shared quarters you would sneak off, usually to the roof, lean against the Angel statue and pull out your beaten pieces of sheet music to write on. You’d hand draw the measure lines with steady hands and the finest ink you owned and then you’d be off.

Many a night Erik had watched as you embarked on the painstaking, and very familiar, process of writing your own music. You wrote, playing on your violin to check your song, until your eyes started to droop and the sun began to peak in the horizon.

You’d cringe, sigh, laugh and celebrate on the roof at your melodies, good and bad, and Erik would watch and wish to celebrate alongside you. To help guide you into finding your musical voice. To embrace you in your combined cheer.

He longed like no other to feel the touch of another. Of companionship.

There’d been many nights that he’d fantasized of stealing you away. As far as he was concerned the light of mundane people didn’t deserve to be blessed by your darkness. A darkness that he’d cherish. That he’d compliment, even.

Your songs weren’t amazing by any measure, you were clearly a beginner, but they were yours and he lived to hear you.

He’d read you music, even hummed your baby masterpiece in his free time. Tweaked little bits and sung it to you until the subtle change in tune got stuck in your head and you’d put the tweaks to paper. Even twisting them again yourself to fit your song more preferably. He always liked your changes immensely, and was honored that you mixed parts of him into that bit of your soul.

You were doing that tonight, in fact. Last night he played a new idea on his own violin. Behind the walls as you’d slept he’d had the pleasure of serenading you and now that his melody had sneaked into your subconscious mind you were writing away.

Erik closed his eyes as you began to play. Even bedridden without an audience, and your own choppy tune being strung together, you were amazing.

He listens to you for hours. Ear practically up against the wall Erik stays up and then subsequently falls asleep with you.

When he wakes he can tell the sun hasn’t risen yet by the dead silence that meets him but he knows you’re asleep. When he rises from his seated position in the cramped pathway and looks through the peephole to the sick room he confirms his guess. The area is still lit but you yourself are passed out, having seemingly been in the midst of playing until the moon’s siren song pulled you under.

He watches you silently. Eyes tracing your figure. Your dark skin just about twinkles under the harsh lights. The yellow lighting of the gas lamp doesn’t do you justice and yet somehow you manage to enrapture him still.

Your shut eyes flutter as he looks upon you. A smile graces his lips; you're enchanting. He wants to be able to speak with you. To mark the creases of your smile up close. To trust you with the secrets of why he hides in the shadows. To feel what it'd be like to have and to hold you.

To feel you succumb to him.

Completely.

He can’t help it. Almost against his wishes his mind turns to thoughts of you beneath him. To the way your skin would yield to his hands and his to yours.

To the arch of your bodies pressed together and the sounds he would siphon from your plush lips.

It makes him squirm in place as he watches you with different eyes. Sinful ones.

His eyes travel down your body and instantly Erik knows how he’s going to spend the rest of the opera’s still hours. Your allure too strong and Erik too weak for you.

Unable to tear his eyes away from your breasts, Erik can only desire the pleasure of the flesh having his sweet violinist would bring. Your satisfaction has long been made a priority of his after all. It would only make sense for him to satisfy your more…sexual needs.

Even though he could only dream of it currently.

He imagines himself in there now. How he’d start by putting his hand to your cheek, the first touch of another’s skin he’d have in decades. He closes his eyes as his breath stutters out of him.

He would challenge the very God Christine prays to every night, a fool's errand perhaps -but one he would happily embark on, for the chance to see the stark contrast of his skin against yours.

Once more he opens his eyes to gaze upon you. He imagines after he touches your cheek he’d let his fingers trace down your throat and sternum before pausing just above your breasts. Trembling slightly, Erik thinks of caressing and cupping them, of running his thumbs over your dusk nipples. Marveling at how lovely they felt in his hands. Of the gentle sounds you’d give him in return.

Not letting himself think, he lets his hands travel over his own body, cape falling to the floor as he unclips it. He pictures leaning down, putting his lips around your right nipple, and beginning to circle it with his tongue while gently pinching the left one.

He imagines the way your eyes would flutter as he stimulates you with his mouth. Tongue gently sweeping over the stiff peaks of your nipples as you sighed your satisfaction.

Thereafter is when he allows himself to fully succumb to his rampant imagination. All his dreams of whimsy coming through in his mind's eye.

He thinks of you waking up, of skilled dark fingers moving to gently lift his head up, of the smile you’d give him.

“Was last night not enough? Have you come back for more?”

“Whatever you will give me.” Erik sends his own smile back. An action his face is largely unused to but that he is happy to make happen for you.

Your fingers run over the top of his head, through the few skant hairs there.

“Then give me your full devotion,” you say and Erik’s heart sours before he’s going back to your chest.

He says, "With pleasure," and lightly bites your nipple, pleased to feel you shudder.

He’s had the pleasure of learning recently that you were extremely responsive to touch and by god does he wish to apply that knowledge.

Erik then allows himself to fully be given to conjured images of you giving way beneath him. To him delving between your folds and the heavenly noises you make for him.

The thought of you crying out his name is what finally has him spurting into his hands, stuttering gasps falling from his mouth.

When Erik next opens his eyes, the scene of you so beautifully coming undone seared behind his lids, there are tears stuck to his lashes and pooling in his eyes.

His breath hiccups from his chest as he relaxes his hold on his cock. The spent organ flopping onto his thigh.

Erik allows himself to gaze upon you once more, something near shame threatening to claw through him as a few droplets cascade down his cheek, before the morning settles and he is once again back to the reality of being known no longer.

A monster forever bound to his faith hidden in the looming loneliness of shadows as his only company.

Its only shining light being you.

NOTES: Ohhhhhhhh. I hope y’all liked this. I just live for Erik being a needy pathetic simp.

P.S: I won’t respond cause this is a side blog but I do like comments, you can leave one.

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slashingdisneypasta · 11 months ago

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Some Dark!Musical Villain x Reader AU Ideas I'm Fiddling With:

⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ for: DARK THEMES. Age difference galore, fucking your teacher for good grades, sexual assault, innapropriate propositioning, grooming, posessive behaviour, more grooming, adoptive guardian having innapropriate feelings for ward, etc. Quite possibly some murder, too.

Professor Callahan x Reader- (Moulin Rouge AU (Duke Monroth and Satine AU)) You're only getting through law school because you're fucking your teacher, practically selling yourself for a certification- so when a guy your age who's sweet and kind and interested in you comes along, you're forced to break his heart. For a posessive Professor Callahan, and your grades.

Judge Turpin x Reader- (Legally Blonde AU (Prof Callahan and Elle Woods AU)) You're an assistant working under Turpin, the first female to work in such a position in town and you are so proud of yourself and believe Turpin to be an honourable gentleman who believes in you, too!- until he gets you alone one night and all that comes crashing down around you with an expected kiss.

Duke Monroth x Reader- (Phantom of the Opera AU (Erik and Christine Dae AU)) The Duke has slowly imposed himself upon you since you were 18, becoming your tutor in many things in high society. You think he's kind, helping you like this, and so it doesn't occur to you at all that he may intend to shape you into a perfect wife for him. So, when you meet a gentleman at a ball who sweeps you off your feet and you fall in love, you're s h o c k e d at the Duke's furious responce.

The Phantom x Reader- (Sweeney Todd AU(Judge Turpin and Johanna Todd AU)) How you ended up the Phantom's young ward, not even you knew. You didnt remember that far back. But he raised you and so you grew up quite sheltered- but t a l e n t e d. When you eventually come out to society, a mysterious figure in the paris opera, you're the object of many crushes and desires. It's not until one particular boy catches your attention, though, that Erik shows his distaste in the matter of other men being in your life.

#Professor Callahan x Reader #Professor Aaron Callahan x Reader #Professor Callahan #Professor Aaron Callahan #Broadway Professor Callahan #Professor Callahan Broadway #Judge Turpin x Reader #Judge Turpin #Duke Monroth x Reader #The Duke Monroth x Reader #Phantom of the Opera x Reader #Phantom x Reader #Phantom of the Opera #POTO Erik x Reader #POTO Erik #Phantom of the Opera Erik #Phantom of the Opera Erik x Reader

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gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot · 8 months ago

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For @glitterypirateduck 's #ghostchallenge

Prompt 8. Falling asleep on each other (part 2)

Warning: Ghost x OC

Part 1 here

141's common room

Finding peace in a military base was easy, if you knew the best hiding places.

But if you only wanted to hide from everyone except your people, the private common room was the best place to be.

Because not only Captain Price furnished it with a full kitchenette, dining table and several amenities for his muppets to be entertained.

He ordered a custom sofa.

A big sofa.

At least, Christine thought it was big. Big enough to be comfortable lying on it, checking idly her phone and what was on the telly.

It was late on a Saturday, while the rest of the gang was out doing their own thing and Price and her poor Simon in a meeting with higher ups.

So when the door opened forcefully and then slammed shut and locked, she looked up from her phone in surprise.

Ghost. Tense, looming, dark, annoyed. With a powerful stride he stepped closer to the sofa and nudged her calf with his knee.

"Open"

Christine snorted and opened her legs, and couldn't help but laugh when her angry giant practically tore his balaclava off his head, grumbling, and threw it on the armchair. Then, Simon dropped on the sofa on top of her, trying to fit his broad chest between her legs to be able to bury his face between her breasts.

"Hi, handsome" She giggled, kissing his hair and trying to squirm underneath him to not be crushed to death, but his grip was strong.

"Hi, beautiful" He grunted against her tits, but his annoyance with the meeting was being quickly erased by both the sweet rythm of her heartbeat, and her nails raking his scalp.

"Am I wrong to assume the meeting was less than productive?" Christine smiled, finally able to wiggle to a more comfortable position, ignoring his grunts of protest.

"Bloody waste of time" Simon groaned, finally relaxing on top of her once she stopped moving. "Bunch of fucking wankers, good for nothing knobheads..."

Her laughter acted like a balm, washing everything away and leaving just warmth.

"Have you had dinner, cariño?"

"No" He grumbled, tightening the grip of his arms around her. "Give me a minute to stop wanting to rip someone's head off"

Christine smiled and ran her fingers through his hair, slowly, tenderly, feeling the tension slowly abandon him. After a couple of minutes, she was about to say something when her whole body vibrated with his rumbled snore.

Sighing contentedly, she grabbed her phone again, allowing him to sleep his pissed off state away.

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battyaboutbooksreviews · 8 months ago

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🌈 Queer Books Coming Out in April 2024 🌈

🌈 Good morning, my bookish bats! Struggling to keep up with all the amazing queer books coming out this month? Here are a FEW of the stunning, diverse queer books you can add to your TBR before the year is over. Remember to #readqueerallyear! Happy reading!

[ Release dates may have changed. ]

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❤️ Girls Night - I.S. Belle 🧡 Late Bloomer - Mazey Eddings 💛 Withered - A.G.A. Wilmot 💚 A Wolf Steps in Blood - Tamara Jerée 💙 It Always Finds Me - Anthology 💜 Dulhaniyaa - Talia Bhatt ❤️ Moon Dust in My Hairnet - JR Creaden 🧡 Blood Justice - Terry J. Benton-Walker 💛 Relinquishing Control - J.J. Arias

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seaoflove07 · 6 months ago

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Love Planted a Rose 🌹

~ Dark ~

• Artwork by The Drawables •

Full Art Cover and Story Description, Here.

OCXCanon. 🔪 Azusa & Christine’s Story. 🌹

Fan Fiction Written by Me.

Fandom: Diabolik Lovers.

Masterpost.

- The scene starts in the Bathroom -

• Official by Rejet •

Christine was staring at herself in the mirror while brushing her long blonde hair. She already took a bath and put on makeup, but she hasn't fully got dressed yet. She’s wearing a black lace bra and panty with a short silk pink robe. Today is her first day off, and she getting ready to go to the mall. She was planning on going alone, but Ruki told her, “She will never leave the manor without one of them.”

Azusa happily said he would accompany her. He didn't even give her the option to choose between the brothers.

Christine: (I'm truly am their prisoner…)

- Azusa appears behind her -

Azusa: “Rose-san… what is taking you so long…?”

She flinches at the sight of him in the mirror.

Christine: !!

She turns around.

“Azusa! What are you doing in bathroom? I didn't even hear the door open. Please get out, I'm not ready yet.”

Azusa: “Eh…!?”

He moved closer to her and flinched.

He stared at the bruises on her neck.

Azusa: “Rose-san… who did this to you…? Was it… one of my brothers…?”

He gently touched her bruises with his cold fingertips.

Christine: (I can see the anger on his face… Is he really that upset because someone hurt me?…)

“Last night at the Sakamaki’s mansion…Reiji got upset with me. So… he choked me...”

Azusa: “I see… ... did you like it, Rose-san…? Did you enjoy… someone else giving you pain…?”

Christine: “What!? Of course not!”

Azusa: “I should be the only man… giving you sweet pain… you are my Rose, and only mine…”

Christine: “A-Azusa! What the hell are you talking about!? I-I am not—”

- Azusa suddenly starts chocking her -

Christine: !!!!

“A-A… zu…. sa…!”

She pushes him but Azusa doesn’t budge. He still has his hands around her neck firmly. Out of desperation, she starts hitting him repeatedly on his chest.

Azusa: “…I need to cover… the bruises he left on your skin… with mine…”

He tightens his grip around her neck.

Christine: Gasping “… S-Stop… it…!”

Tears run down her cheeks.

Azusa sees her tears and he couldn’t understand why he felt his heartache.

He licks her tears slowly.

Azusa: “Mmm… your tears… are delicious too…”

He releases his hands from her neck.

*Cough, Cough*

Christine: “Azusa… why did you… do that!?”

She starts sobbing.

Azusa: “…I’m sorry… Rose-san…”

He leans down, wrapping his arms around her, and kisses her neck gently.

“I just want… to be…”

*Smooch*

“The only one… to touch you…”

*Smooch*

“And… to give you pain…”

*Smooch*

“I don’t like... seeing other men’s marks on you...”

He continues kissing her neck.

Christine stands there frozen, her neck hurts so much and she can’t believe the words that are coming out of Azusa’s mouth. Was Yui right when she said,

“I wonder in this case if Azusa-kun chose you instead?”

Christine: (This is insane! He almost could have killed me! I don’t fully understand his reasons to want to give and receive pain. Now he has me locked in his arms and gently kissing my neck. How did things get to this?? I don’t know what to do with him, I don’t want this...)

“Please, Azusa... I forgive you... but please stop kissing my neck and holding me like this. It’s not right...”

Azusa: “Do you know, Christine… Pain teaches me… my place in this world… but… I don't know why… seeing you cry… made my heart ache… and I didn't like it…”

- He continues to kiss her neck -

Christine: “A-Azusa… I know this world can be cruel and sad. But it also can be beautiful and bring happiness… So far I am not happy with how my life is going, but I'm trying my best to continue living in this world, and I know in my heart I have to find that happiness and to be positive that one day I will.”

He stops kissing her neck and locks his gaze on her sad brown eyes.

Azusa: “You are not happy…. Rose-san…?”

Christine: … …

Staring at his lavender eyes. For a second, a little flashback hits Christine’s head.

Angry green eyes were staring back at her.

Telling her how useless she is and that without him she is nothing.

Accusing her that everything is her fault.

Telling her she needs to lose weight.

Saying,

“That dress doesn't look good on you. You need to change.”

Breaking her stuff and telling her she has to wear the clothes that he got her.

If she disobeys? He will cut all her outfits and throw them in the garbage.

Then after, will come a load of insults…

(The most disappointing thing about my relationship with Mark was that even after all this… I still loved him. I was the biggest fool for thinking that we would be all right one day. But instead, He was walking away with someone else and I was losing pieces of my heart…)

“I am not… someone took that happiness away from me…”

Azusa: “Who…?”

Christine: “I-I don't want to talk about it…”

Azusa: “… Then hit me… cause me pain, Rose-san… it will make you feel… happy… Pour all your anger… on me…”

Christine: “Please Azusa, not this again. I’m not gonna hit you. So can you please leave? So I can finish getting dressed.”

Azusa: “Hmm... Rose... If you're not gonna hit me… then give me… a sip of your blood... You don't mind if I suck your blood, do you...?”

- He Bites her Neck -

*Slurp*

The flick of pain.

Christine: “Ah…”

Azusa: “Enjoy this sweet pain… Rose… forget about everything… feel my fangs… Agh…”

He pulls down her robe and sinks his fangs deeper into her upper shoulder.

Christine’s heart is pounding. The way he has her locked in his arms, the fact that she’s only wearing a bra and a thong. His bites become deeper, his body pressed tight to hers. She starts feeling tingles in her belly. His bite hurts a lot, but one thing Azusa is right. Is… that at this moment she can't think of anything else.

Azusa: “Mm... Mmm... your blood... is so warm and sweet... Haah… so delicious… relax Rose… entrust your body to me…”

Christine: (Blood… That’s the only thing vampires want. Blood and only blood. He doesn't care about my feelings. Only my blood. I don't have the strength to push him off so I let him have my blood without a fight…)

*Gulp*

*Slurp, Slurp*

Azusa: “Lots of blood… comes oozing out… It's so good… too good… it's so sweet… and you smell wonderful… sweet delicious rose… my precious flower…”

*Gulp, Gulp*

*TimeSkip*

Christine borrows one of Ruki’s scarves. He offered it to her. Her neck was messed up with bruises and bite marks. Since it’s summertime, none of her outfits covers her neck, and the makeup she tried to apply doesn't have good coverage. So buying a new high-coverage foundation and concealer was on her top list today. After Azusa sucked her blood she was feeling a little dizzy. Ruki made her sit on the couch for a while and gave her medication and told her to drink plenty of water. Once she was feeling better Azusa and her went to the mall.

- At the Mall -

Christine: “This mall is so big and nice. Do you come here often, Azusa?”

Azusa: “No… actually, it's been a long time… since I visited this mall… my brothers and I don't go shopping much… unless we need something…”

Christine: “Oh, I see. Well, I hope you don't get bored. The stores I plan to look at are probably not to your liking. But I don't mind going later to a store that you are interested in.”

He smiles adorably.

Azusa: “I will not be bored… with you… I’m happy to spend time together… with Rose-san… Can I hold your hand…? While we walk…?”

Christine: “Huh?”

Azusa: “You don't want to…?”

Christine: (He’s looking at me with sad eyes…)

“It’s just we are not a…”

(A couple, is what she wanted to say but decided it was better not to…)

“Never mind… it's fine you can hold my hand.”

Azusa: “Thank you… Rose-san… let's start walking…”

Azusa takes her hand. His hand is very cold but his touch is gentle, which Christine found it unexpected. She thought he was gonna squeeze her hand tight. Since all he loves is pain. She feels weird holding his hand. After Mark, she hasn't touched any other man. She didn't care for going on dates after the breakup. But here she is walking in one of Japan’s mall while holding hands with another man. And not just any man. A vampire...

*TimeSkip*

Azusa: “Rose-san… you sure love shopping…”

Christine: “Azusa, you don't have to carry all my bags, I can carry some too.”

Azusa: “No… I told you… I got it… I want to be useful to you… now which store… do you want to go to next…?”

Christine: “Fine, and thank you. I'm getting a little hungry and I can definitely go for a cup of coffee. Why don't we take a little break?”

Azusa: “Then let's get a delicious meal… come… let's go find a café…”

Once they got to the café they both ordered a sandwich with two cups of coffee. Now sitting at the table, with their food, Azusa grabs his chili powder from his pocket and pours it into his coffee and sandwich.

Christine: (Shock!…)

“Ew, Azusa. What are you doing??”

Azusa: “Eh…? I like to add… shichimi togarashi to all my food… Fufu…”

Christine: “Shichimi what!? What does that mean?”

Azusa: “Shichimi togarashi… it's a spice blend… of seven-spice ingredients… it’s my favorite food… and I like to add it… on everything…”

Christine: “Okay, I can understand the food, but why on the coffee? I've never met anyone who adds chili powder to their coffee or any drink, to be honest.”

Azusa: “It tastes amazing… Fufu… Say… Rose-san…? Would you like to try my coffee…? With the shichimi togarashi…?”

Christine: “No, thank you. I don't like spicy food.”

She takes a bite of her sandwich.

Christine: “Hmm… so yummy, this sandwich is really good.”

She takes another bite.

Azusa: “You’re so cute… Rose… Say… are sandwiches your favorite food...?”

Christine: “No, pizza is my favorite food.”

Azusa: “I see, Rose… I want… to get… to know you…”

Christine: “R-Really?”

He nods.

Azusa: “I like you… and… I want to know… about your favorite everything…”

Christine: (He’s making me feel so nervous!…)

“How about…”

Her voice begins to sound shaky.

“W-We can… go eat dinner at a pizza restaurant one day. O-Or! I can make homemade pizza too and we can eat it together and talk more…”

(I can feel my cheeks flushed. Why am I feeling like this? I should stay away from him…)

Azusa: “I like both… ideas… Rose… Tomorrow… a pizza night… with just two of us…”

Christine: (His smile right now is very sweet. Staring at him, even with all the scars on his face and dark circles underneath his eyes. I find him very handsome. I am so tempted to caress his cheek right now…)

Her cell phone started to ring.

“It’s my father! I finally have a signal!”

She answers the call.

“Hello! Dad?”

Father: “Christine, darling I finally hear your voice.”

She suddenly feels emotional hearing her Dad’s voice.

Christine: “Dad, I miss you so much! Sorry I wasn't able to call sooner, I didn't have a signal on my phone. I hope Mom and you weren't worried sick about me.”

Father: “I will always be worried about you, Christine. You are my precious daughter. Mr. Karlheinz was so nice to call me and let me know that you arrived safely at his son’s mansion and that you are a great worker. I knew my daughter was very hardworking and the best. You always make me proud Christine.”

Christine: (It’s so weird that she still hasn't met Karlheinz…)

Father: “How is everything? And are you making new friends?”

She stares at Azusa who hasn't taken his eyes off her.

Christine: (She wishes she could tell her dad the truth. But she can’t. She's their prisoner and The Mukami’s will not let her go. Why? She still doesn't know. But she has a feeling that whatever Karlheinz has in store for her, It is not good. For her to be able to escape she needs a good plan which she still doesn't have one. So she lies to her father…)

“I’m doing well Dad. I'm actually with one of the brothers at the mall enjoying a cup of coffee. So don't worry, everything is fine.”

(Her heart aches because she is not doing well and she's been harmed by them. But she can't risk any danger to her family, these are vampires and Ruki knows where she lives back home, she will die of sadness if something bad ever happens to her family. She will sacrifice herself in a heartbeat for them…)

Father: “I’m happy you are doing well Christine. I love you, darling. I'm gonna let you go, for now, I got to pick up your mom at the grocery store. I'll let your mom know that everything is going excellent for you.”

Christine: “I love you too, Dad. Tell mom I love and miss her, and that I hope I can talk to her soon.”

Father: “I will darling. Take care and talk to you soon, goodbye.”

Sadness washed over her when her dad hung up. She tried to hold back the tears, but she failed.

- Azusa wipes her tears and caresses her cheek -

Azusa: “I see… you are close to your family…”

Christine: “Yes, I am. I miss them. This is the first time I'm away from them.”

Azusa caresses her chin.

Azusa: “You have me… Rose… I will keep you company…. So you won't feel… alone…”

Christine: (My heart is racing so fast! Not long ago he was choking me and now he's being the sweetest man. I don't understand him…)

Christine: “Are you close to your parents Azusa?”

Azusa: “I don't know my parents… and they are probably dead by now…”

Christine: “Huh? I know Karlheinz isn't your biological father. But… are you close to him?”

Azusa: “In a way, he kinda is… like our father… But… I'm not close to him… My only family is my brothers… and Justin, Christina and Melissa…”

Christine: “Oh, you have another brother and two sisters?”

Azusa: “They are my close friends… that I consider family… I'll introduce you to them…”

He removed his bandage and showed her his arm.

“This is… Justin… and over here is Melissa… and next to her is Christina… Say “Hi” to Rose-san…”

Christine: !!!!

“Is he serious!? He's showing me the cuts on his arm…)

… .…

Azusa: “Justin says you're really pretty… Fufu…He’s not wrong… Say, Rose-san… Why are you so quiet…? It is rude of you… to not greet my friends… Say “Hi” to them...”

Christine: (He looks very serious. I don't want to anger him so I guess… I have no choice…)

“Hi… It's… nice to meet you…”

(I can not believe I just spoke to his scars!…)

Azusa: “Fufu… They like you… I can feel them tingling in my skin…”

Christine: “Azusa, can you tell me a little about your past?”

Azusa: ... ...

“That is not... important... and my past… shouldn't concern you…”

Christine: “… I'm sorry…”

“Anyway... let’s finish eating and we can head back to the mansion. I don’t think I need anything else.”

*TimeSkip*

When they got back to the mansion, Azusa brought all Christine’s shopping bags to her room. He told her he had so much fun with her and gave her another sweet smile, then he left.

Christine: (I am curious to know about his past. Something horrible and dark must have happened for him to think that self-harm and pain are the way to live. What has this world done to him? For him to think this way. I don't know why, but I want to help him. I want to show him that there are other options to cope with depression…)

Christine: “Ugh, I forgot to give Ruki his scarf back. I should go downstairs to return it.”

She saw Ruki and Azusa in the living room talking. They both gazed at her, as she walked closer to them.

Christine: “I’m sorry if I interrupted. Ruki, I just wanted to give you back your scarf and thank you for lending it to me.”

Ruki: “You’re welcome, Livestock.”

Christine: “I’ll be heading back to my room now, sleep well.”

- Azusa follows her with his eyes -

Azusa: “Ruki... can I keep that scarf…?”

Ruki: “Why on earth would you want my scarf? It’s summer and you have your own scarves.”

Azusa: “Your scarf has Rose-san’s scent... I don’t want you to have her scent near you...”

Ruki: “Good Greef, Azusa! Have you gone mad? I could wash the scarf you know.”

Azusa: “Please Ruki… let me have it… I want to have her scent near me. Is comforting…”

Ruki: “… I have noticed you have caught your interest in that woman.”

… …

“Here, you can have the scarf.”

Azusa: “Thank you… Ruki…”

He sniffs and puts the scarf near his cheek.

Ruki: “As your older brother, I will advise you, don't get too invested in Livestock, we still don't know what that man's plan is with her yet.”

Azusa: … …

*TimeSkip*

- Azusa’s Room -

Sharpening his knives on his bed, he takes the scarf that Ruki gave him out of his pocket, and he smells it. Inhaling every detail of Christine’s scent.

Azusa: “Haah… roses…”

“… Justin, I can’t get enough of her scent… her sweet blood… mix with her flowery skin scent…. it has become addicting to me…”

He cuts his arm and stares at the blood dripping down.

“She is the princess… of my dreams… my precious flower… my red rose… She is only mine… and I will not… share her… with anyone…”

— TO BE CONTINUED —

• Artwork by MonMonArtz •

#diabolik lovers #azusa mukami #diabolik lovers oc #christine melendez #his rose #azusa & rose #diabolik lovers fan fiction #diabolik lovers fan art #diabolik lovers fandom #mukami brothers #diaboys #diahell #diabolik lovers fanfic

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lapsusophobia · 3 months ago

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you have beaten my heart

Status: scrapped/unfinished

TW: none

Pair(s): Erikstine

Note: well, my plans including working on the next chapter for my Heart Phic are post-poned ‘till I find sometime to breath without having academic work slowly driving me to insanity. anyways, this was done back in February (I know, long time) for an English Assignment but I decided to transcribe it into my Google Docs as well. it’s a short POTO Modern AU (with 1990 Miniseries Erik and Christine) in which Erik is Christine’s canto teacher. enjoy xx

“I’m tired.” Christine finally broke the silence which started to press on her shoulders as if she was carrying the weight of the world on her poor spine. Her response was weak, however, resembling a murmur, a shy whisper, a person on the verge of tears rather than the strong, confident and beautiful woman she was. Her voice, though, had lost its courage, and was now merely helping her. Her jade green eyes were stormy, gray of weariness, and she began to feel her eyelids heavy like a pair of iron cuffs, keeping them open seemed suddenly a work too though.

She gulped a sip of tea, still hot enough to burn her tongue, but didn’t seem to mind that much. The warm, sweet aroma of lavender compensated for the little sting she got on the tip of her tongue, and the honey did help her slightly sore throat. Her golden beige curls couldn’t be tamed anymore by the elastic nor the hair pins which kept it still for the whole day. They were now falling freely on her shoulders like an aureade cascade, her hair accessories resting on the little coffee table next to the tea tray. She kept her gaze fixed on the graphite coloured wooden floor, too foolish to face her Maestro.

“Christine.” Erik interrupted her, yet not in a harsh manner. He spoke softly, gently, with an envying calm in his voice. “I don’t want you to feel like you are being forced to tell me what’s gnawing you so bad. You don’t have to do it if you feel like I might not be worth your trust. But if you wish, if you consider me worthy of helping you lift this heavy rock off your chest, please, look me in the eyes. We are no Maestro and student now. I am just a man, and you are just a woman. I won’t judge you for whatever may not let you sleep at night. Do you trust me, Christine Daaé?”

And the problem was that she did, she did trust him. Trusted him so heavily that she would let her heart in his hands to take care of it. In fact, she already had. She let her voice in his care, to modelate it, to train her to perfection. She let him help her sew herself a pair of golden wings for her to stretch open one day and fly, fly high to the sky. If there was any other glass in this world other than hers in which Christine would pour her soul into like a fine wine, it would be Erik’s cup. For she knew that he wouldn’t spill a single drop of her essence and nor take advantage of it.

And she would have trusted him with other things as well.

#title is from Hoax by Taylor Swift #me and my silly TS x POTO crossovers #the phantom of the opera #phantom of the opera #erik the phantom #erik carriere #christine daae #poto e/c #erikstine #poto fic #poto fanfiction #poto oneshot #writing #phanfiction #dominique’s unfinished stuff

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stilesgrace159 · 5 months ago

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Reddie Roleplay Ideas

These are my RP ideas for Reddie. Please feel free to ask for more info. These are just general ideas. If you’re really interested in a concept, I’ll go into more detail. If you want to add onto a concept or tweak it a bit, feel free to let me know. I prefer to play them in their 20s or at least 18 for teenage stuff. And obviously in their early 40s for any chapter 2 related stuff. Mostly because of smut reasons. I also frequently like to do crossover with other fandoms, so feel free to ask about that as well. My Discord is Olliegee21.

Medieval Royalty AU

This can just be normal, or incorporate Vampires and Werewolves

Maybe a Knight and a Prince

Rival Kingdom/Romeo and Juliet AU

Arranged Marriage/Enemies to Lovers AU

Pirate!Richie x Siren!Eddie - Richie is a pirate on a ship and Eddie is just a little siren who tries to crash ships and eat pirates. A sweet little enemies to lovers AU.

Prince!Eddie x Pirate!Richie - Richie kidnaps a prince for ransom, but Eddie starts falling in love with the freedom of the open seas… as well as his captain.

Vampire & Werewolf AUs

Werewolf!Richie AU - The werewolf turns Richie

1800s British Vampire Period Drama (ft Vampire Eddie or Richie)

80’s Teen Wolf Movie AU - More Werewolf Richie

Vampire!Eddie x Werewolf!Richie - Monster AU/Enemies to Lovers? (Or vice versa) Could be in the 80s, could be modern, could be in any other time period.

A vampire slayer AU - could be modern, could be 80s, could be mixed with the period drama au. Who knows?

The Medieval AUs mentioned before

Other AUs

Reddie/Byler AU - Mike and Richie are cousins (or twins) and Will and Mike go on a trip to Derry to visit. Just 4 boys getting jealous and talking about their feelings.

Ghosts TV Series AU - Richie has had so many brushes with death, he can see ghosts, so he is able to see ghost Eddie.

Neibolt AU - very violent and gory au. Basically, they're just evil and in love. Kind of rough with each other, but it's what they like. They care about each other deep down. They’d murder for each other. They probably have. Maggots and goo.

Beetlejuice AU - In which Eddie is Lydia and Richie is Beetlejuice

Eddie Lives AU - Eddie makes it out. Either we can do this where it’s angsty and fluffy. Or, it can always be a slow turning zombie kind of thing too.

Band AU - Richie in a band. Like Finn in Calpurnia or The Aubreys.

Just a cute 80s high school au.

Norman Bates AU - Eddie is like Norman. I mean, it works. He has mommy issues.

Christine AU - Richie buys a fancy new car to work on but the car has a dark secret. Eddie is worried about how attached his best friend is getting to the car.

Clown AU - Crazy little psycho clown boys. Idk. I saw fanart and loved it.

Losers 7 Deadly Sins - In which the losers are the 7 deadly sins.

Superhero AU - Richie is an evil supervillain and Eddie is an adorable but mouthy superhero. Lots of unresolved sexy tension.

Lisa Frankenstein AU - Eddie has mommy issues and wants to get away but accidentally brings the cute boy from the cemetery back from the dead and there's lots of killing.

Angel Eddie x Demon Richie - cute antics, very good omens

Addams Family AU - It's like the Addams Family Values movie. Eddie is like Wednesday and Richie is like Joel and they meet at summer camp.

Greaser Richie x Prep Eddie - it's the 50s. Ignore time period homophobia for the most part. Think or Grease or The Outsiders. Also… maybe even a touch of Christine?

Another Villain au - basically, my brain likes evil people. Evil scientist Richie, evil sidekick with powers Eddie. Lots of fighting lots of sex.

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1KKxPAQkg4Uv0qSY8RLX3sABHWND4dp_Nll1hzEcs1Nw/edit?usp=drivesdk

#roleplay #it #rp #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #reddie #byler #discord #aus

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watercolourferns · 2 years ago

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Julian Modern AU HC's

Why? Because I'm having a crisis and need comfort food and I'm too broke to buy snacks so headcanons it is...

They're mixed but lean a lot towards a haunted house. Mention of steamy times but no description.

He likes Doc Martens. Why? Well, for one they are nonslip, which means he can wear them to work at the hospital and to his gigs at the bar without a problem. But most important, they are unisex so he can buy all the flowery pairs his heart wants and they actually fit his long-ass feet. They're also good for ankle support!

He has a treasure chest in his office, it's full of cheap plastic toys. If a kid is having a particularly trying appointment he will let them choose a toy from the chest afterwards while he's speaking to the parent(s). He will say something cheesy and sweet like: "You've been a brave pirate, you have won a piece of the treasure!" ...He sometimes lets them take two.

Once he had saved enough money he bought a house like his older coworkers told him to because it would be a good investment... a huge, old Queen Anne fixer upper. Queue to his coworkers facepalm. But he doesn't care, he's happy with it and he has plans for it: round room will be a seance room, basement will be a workshop, attic will have e telescope... He asks you for help to choose wallpapers. "I want it to be as close to original as possible. Want to go with me to find records of the house? Maybe they have pictures!"

He takes a lot of inspiration from Christine McConell, choosing a wine, black and silver colour palette for the common rooms, asking for help making his own wallpaper based and the research you two made. He goes to antique shops and estate sales to buy decorative cushions and throws which he has professionally cleaned for use. He does buy all new linen and towels, though he has much of it made to match the style.

You keep him company while the repairs and decorations are being made because he's SURE he saw a couple shadows once or twice. You haven't really felt anything, but then again you haven't really been inside the house as he refuses to go in unless the whole crew of workers is inside, too. You don't want to be pulled into his paranoia, he's known to suggest himself into bouts of fear when it comes to supernatural things, but you swear to yourself you saw something out of the corner of your eye peeking out of the top floor window.

Once the house is finally repaired he decides to move in. Yes, it's like half an hour away from the city and his hospital and it could have ghosts in it, but that's what bikes are for eh? And maybe, just maybe he was just nervous and saw things because of his anxiety, he wasn't sure if the house was livable after all and he was anxious about the repairs not going well even though they were more superficial than he thought, most of the bedrooms not needing anything but wallpaper changes and deep cleaning...

First night he spends there, though? He calls you in hysterics. "I-I-I-I-" you give him a second to try and speak and he finally blurts out between squeaks of fear: "SAW SOMETHING CREEPING INTO MY BEDROOM CAN YOU PLEASE COME AND STAY OVER?! MALAK AND BRUNDLE REFUSE TO STAY INSIDE!!"

Once you're in there you do get a sense that there's something else besides you two, but you reassure him he's safe and alright and that you will protect him. You suggest having a sleepover party in the living room, where the energy is less dense, and that once he's at work tomorrow you will cleanse the house for him. He accepts and you have a jolly (and maybe steamy?) time with snacks, funny stories, maybe even videogames, finally falling asleep snuggled up in the pull out couch.

He was right, there's something in the main bedroom, which is his. But it's nothing a good incense cleansing and a sound talking to it wouldn't fix. You do just that and text him a picture of his bedroom and you. "All clean now!" He texts back that he's happy about that, but that he probably will stay in his office for a couple of nights, just to feel safe again.

.... and that's how you came to live with him. It was in the plans, but it looked like a distant future when you had spoken about it... And now you were there, all your belongings packed in a u-haul, driving towards his house. He greets you with open arms into one of his all enveloping hugs and shows you to your bedroom... even though both of you know that's just gonna be the place you keep your clothes in because they won't fit in his closet...

He's so grateful you're there, it takes off the edge of the not-so-oppressive-anymore feeling around some places in the house, and since you're there the shadows haven't come to bother him at night. He calls you his shield and that makes you chuckle.

He had the sense of installing a modern stove additional to the wood stove already in the house, so you're in charge of breakfasts. Chocolate chip pancakes, puddings, oatmeal, crepes, sunny side ups... this man seems to eat it all! He's secretly grateful he doesn't have to eat take out or burnt food anymore. He's...not the best cook and now thanks to you, his beloved, he even can take lunch to work! Everyone at work comments on how much healthier he looks now, too, and he's happy to show you and your cooking skills off. "They're a genius!!" You blush, but can't help feeling proud of your skills, too. He just does that to you.

After a couple of months you're finally tired of the dramatics the shadows have been pulling on and off, so you sit at the seance room with a board and your cards and he goes into hysterics again. No, don't do this, why is this happening, you can't have a seance, yaddah yaddah. But you try to put him at ease, explain to him how this could help. "Why do you have a seance room if we can't use it for that??" you finally ask. "It's for the aesthetics, my dear!" he answers, and that makes you chuckle. You give him a protection charm and gently sit him down with Portia, who's always down for mischief and visits you often, explain the dynamics of the activity and reassure him he's safe with you and his sister there.

The seance goes better than expected but it doesn't make it any easier on him... since now you know there's a small family cemetery in the backyard. "Okay, that does it, I'm selling this place!" he blurts out, shaking like a leaf. Slowly and gently you reassure him that it's okay, that they just wanted to be known, have their markers and their names back, and that you will take care of it... he calms down a bit but remains skeptical they will leave y'all alone.

But it works!! You have tombstones made with names, dates, loving words like "beloved husband" and "cherished daughter" and "treasured wife", you have them placed where the ghosts told you their graves were... and as if by magic the activity stops! You might see a soft white figure of a girl playing in the library or the outline of a man working in the back yard while a woman sips tea and reads a book in the porch, but besides these echoes from the past the activity has stopped... He doesn't know how you did it, but he buys you a whole new book series you had coveted for some time now in thanks.

The house still has it's reputation, and so every Halloween kids ask for tours of the house, for him and you to tell the story of it, to talk about the ghosts. At first he's reluctant to bring it up because... we... ghosts... He's scared he'll call them back. But once you explain what really happened, he's more at ease with it and finally accepts to open the house to tours during October, giving out candy, letting the kids use the telescope as well, ending with a big Halloween party on the 31st where the kids, their parents, and you all have fun with classic games, cake, snacks, and more candy. Yes, his coworkers were right, it was a good investment to buy this house...

#julian devorak #julian the arcana #julian devorak headcanons #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #modern au #the arcana modern au

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telekinetictrait · 10 months ago

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too many links on my vatore post so i had to do it on another post :')

because there's so many under a cut

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1810s: sunivaa's noel hair - peebsplays' collins outfit / gilded-ghosts' woodhouse bonnet + heywood bun + sensibility skirt + charlotte spencer jacket + hartfield boots

1820s: thesimsblues' regency brutus hair - historicalsimslife's authoritative aristocrat outfit / the-melancholy-maiden's antoinetta set - peebsplays' riding outfit

1830s: johnnysimmer's vevesims' elias hair update - happylifesims' vincent fashion set / the-melancholy-maiden's viola hair - moon-simmers' sunlittides dainty dress recolor - dancemachinetrait's caroline flats

1840s: johnnysimmer's chris hair / buzzardly28's cecilia hair - linzlu's fancy bonnet - oydis' esther dress historian recolor

1850s: kotcatmeow's daryl hair - batsfromwesteros' mid-victorian menswear + theroyalthornoliachronicles red recolor / buzzardly28's 1860s hair 3 (oops) - linzlu's birthday bonnet - simstomaggie's vire dress

1860s: moon-simmer's mr rochester suit (oops!!) / buzzardly28's penny hair - lace-and-honey's linzlu's prairie bonnet conversion - the-melancholy-maiden's antoinetta pearl earrings - linzlu's mary louise walking dress

1870s: plumbobteasociety's elm hair - linzlu's timely coat / i don't remember what hair i used but it was DEFINITELY one of buzzardlys!! - chere-indolente's flower bonnet - dzifasims' christine day dress

1880s: wheresbella's lucifer hair / buzzardly28's bridget hair - simsverses' hat with lily - javitrulovesims' meiji komorebi dress

1890s: vintagesimstress' 1896 cutaway frock / the-melancholy-maiden's late victorian hair and hat set - vintagesimstress' 1898 bella dress

1900s: historicalsimslife's edwardian casual suit / buzzardly28's sophie hair - chere-indolente's forma dress

1910s: cyber-frog-cc's modern man set / waxesnostalgic's small mushroom rose hat - elfdor's antique necklace - gilded-ghosts morning glories set (download here) - waxesnostalgic's edwardian french heels

1920s: happylifesims' suit with robe / the-melancholy-maiden's faux bob - hezzasims' pennyroyal cloche - emmastillsims' curbs' pearl recolors - happylifesims' 1920's day dress 7

1930s: cliffirem's noah hair - moon-simmer's feliciano jacket / vroshii's more 30s curls - plumbobteasociety's fiona sweater - twentiethcenturysims' marian trousers

1940s: plumbobteasociety's elbow patch shirt - moon-simmers bernando pants / twentiethcenturysims' gloria hair - gilded-ghosts sweet suspicions sweater + sleuthhound slacks

1950s: daylifesims' alex hair - vroshii's 30's shirt and shorts / glimersims' sugar hair - bustedpixels' vintage capri set

1960s: simadelic's curtain call hair / linzlu's 1960s basics top - pants - heels (download here)

1970s: polygraphish's dul incaru blouse - ridgeport's joe pants / kamiiri's phoebe hair - huiernxoxo's roxy pants

1980s: zombietrait's smith hair (download here) - deathpoke1qa's trad tank / kamiiri's juniper hair - serenitycc's haywood top - evellsims' fleabag pants

1990s: bloodmooncc's yulin hair - trillyke's full moon sweater - jellymoo's krueger jeans - sondescent's baby-doll shoes

2000s: sondescent's baby-doll shoes / dreambot's devils advocate hair - corporeal-ish scene scribble sneaks

2010s: o0corruptedghoul0o's adam side swept hair - zeussim's lavendel top - evellsims' these things skirt / bloodmooncc's pyretta hair

2020s: simomo's isamo hair - zeussim's skull earring - sforzcc's goosebumps dress / ms-marysim's roxy hair - dreambot's cute thing top

.. AND continuing thanks to @ridgeport @kamiiri @huiernxoxo @deathpoke1qa @serenity-cc @evellsims @jellymoo @sondescent @dreambot @o0corruptedghoul0o @zeussim and finally @ms-marysims

#cc finds

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rmd-writes · 2 years ago

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Tarlos + 38

I’ve assigned each kiss prompt I received a number and am using a random number generator to choose which prompt to write because I got quite a few from you all! As a reminder, I’m trying to keep these to around 200 words and I’m going to try and do at least one per day til they’re all done. If you’ve sent me a prompt, I promise I’ll get to it!

thanks for this prompt Christine! Had some fun with this one 😏

a kiss because they’re running out of time

TK loves mornings like this; waking up to his husband’s warm body beside him, exchanging lazy kisses that turn into the slick slide of them rocking together and the scrape of Carlos’ morning stubble against his skin.

Until they’re interrupted by an alarm blaring.

“Is that yours or mine?” Carlos murmurs, not stopping the roll of his hips.

TK groans because this feels delicious and he doesn’t want to stop. “Mine, I think. Yours went off a while ago.”

Carlos stills.

“Baby, don’t stop,” TK whines, grabbing Carlos’ ass and urging him on.

Carlos rolls off him and onto his side, taking TK with him so they’re facing each other as he snakes a hand between them, taking them both in one hand.

“‘s faster like this,” Carlos pants against his lips.

TK kisses him; the sweet languid kisses of only a moment ago replaced with the demanding sweep of his tongue and the cut of his teeth against Carlos’ lower lip. He tangles his fingers in soft, dark curls as he thrusts into Carlos’ steady grip.

After, with a sticky slap to TK’s ass, Carlos demands TK wait in bed while he gets clean and dressed. TK pouts, ever-hopeful for round two.

“It’s your fault we’re late, TK. And you work with our family, they’ll forgive you for being late.”

(Find all of my kiss prompts here or read them on ao3)

#so kiss me #tarlos fic #911 lonestar fic #rmd writes #thanks for the prompt!#rmd writes: ls snippet

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jennyfair7 · 2 years ago

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Vintage Earl Review

With all the Earl love going around I did some digging and found my handwritten notes from when I saw him in 2005! It was my first time seeing POTO on the West End and it was amazing 😍

The performance was June 14, 2005 (evening) with Earl Carpenter, Rachel Barrell, and Oliver Thornton. I’m not positive as to the rest of the cast other than Rohan Tickell as Piangi, since I went back to see Earl again the next night and Rohan was on as u/s Phantom 😭 (I did enjoy Rohan, though!) The first few groups of notes are in order then it starts to skip around as I remembered things. I originally posted a full review on PFN from an internet café AKA a computer in a McDonald’s you could rent to use the internet 😅 Transcription below the cut!

Hannibal Piangi :D

ToM - Rebecca Caine cadenza Fab! Snooty voice - ROME is...

Mirror - see all of him! v. impressive powerful, commanding

POTO - “sing for me” :) cadenza fab - live?

MOTN - touch me, trust me - takes her hand (guides hand) up to touch mask “sweet intox” - touches her hair/ear - tucks her in

STYDI - FAB! crossed out portions of 🎵 - anger so good! scary in a way - she cries a bit. he looks toward her whispers “no” & seems distraught - “dreams of beauty” - gestures to the mirror bride - burns in hell/heaven - growls, seems to be cursing heaven

- Buquet actually scary

- Prima Donna fab - Firmin chucks newspapers offstage :D

REPRISE - looks off, almost falls back, catches himself - clenches hand on angel

- Carlotta voice good, diff. comedic timing - fewer ppl onstage

ACT II - Masq FAB, staircase looked huge

(Christine en pointe, Buquet dummy looked like him)

(- Rachel gets mad, upset - w/ Raoul, w/ Carlotta, w/Erik)

PONR - voice would catch, steamy, Rachel sang to him, he leaned forward, watching in hopeful anticipation

AIAOY Rep - so halting & sweet, hopeful

FL - FAB - reaches thru w/ the veil @ the end -falls to his knees, almost buries his face in her skirts, holds ring out, she pushes it back, cries - keeps his head down (she turns away, he grabs her wrist/hand on “Christine”) - turns to look at her, so hopeful - she holds ring out, he whispers no (all unbelieving), walks backwards, waves no to the ring

Wishing - FAB, shivers

(”soar” - so pure & light)

WC - first graveyard trio -leapt down the stairs as he went about on the mausoleum

- Oliver ripped his shirt open, dramatic dive!

- Red Death entrance - was looking away, then he looked forward - dramatic

- be my guest, sir - AW [Anthony Warlow] Hyde-like growl/breath

- kiss (2nd) - brought a hand up to her face

“leave me” - fell to ground, almost in fetal position

- before cutting down, looked @ Christine like, “what do I do?”

“poisons our love” - put hand on her back

- chandelier falls more quickly than I thought/had seen

- Earl overall is a physicall commanding Phantom.

#poto #poto london #earl carpenter #earl carpenter club #phandom nostalgia #phan review #mine #personal

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arwainian · 2 months ago

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Reading This Week 2024 #46

Good morning everyone! After this post goes up I'm booking it to get to an a capella performance I'm in

Finished:

Shadow by Anne Logston This was an absolute delight to read, and makes me really glad that I pick up random fantasy paperbacks in used bookstores whenever I can. the protagonist Shadow is so endearing if you love bold messy women, and the action/mystery plot in it was gripping enough, without drowning out my enjoyment of Shadow as a just a fun little blorbo to follow around. great and entertaining

sturm und drang by spit_kitten on ao3 a little hobby of mine is wading through the muck of ao3's Original Fiction tag to find whatever gay romances are being posted there. This is an old favorite histrom of mine from doing that: incredibly earnest young man gets irony-poisoned painter to Feel Something. I especially love the side character Harry with all of my heart. go check it out if you want something light and sweet

Blue Box, Vol. 5 by Kouji Miura, translated by Christine Dashiell Blue Box continues to really scratch that high school romance itch.I love seeing Chinatsu's like style sense being so casual. I like that a not-very-feminine girl is just casually the main love interest (without Chono the more girly girl in the love triangle isn't given shit for being very fem)

"Monstrous Fantasies: Reinforcing Rape Culture in Fiona McIntosh's Fantasy Novels" by Lenise Prater I am so glad I found Prater and all the people she's citing so I can cite her and them in my own MA paper, and also so frustrated that she slipped through the cracks of my initial search! I really only have myself to blame bc I checked and a different article of hers to cited in an article I already found, but aaaaaaaaaa. because I'm so late in the semester I mostly skimmed this for what I could immediately quote and incorporate into my paper

Introduction & Chapter 1 from Between Men: English Literature and Male Homosocial Desire by Eve Kosofsky Sedgwick I've been meaning to read Sedgwick for a while, and I'll definitely read more, but for now I just got this so I could cite its direct relevance to my paper on my advisor's recommedation

"Medievalism and the Fantasy Heroine" by Jane Tolmie found through some citations, has some great bits to quote in my own work

The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao by Junot Díaz, audiobook narrated by Jonathan Davis and Staci Snell read on the recommendation of Hope in my grad program (thank you Hope for gifting me a copy). Honestly i find the way it engages with pop culture/nerd culture a bit abrasive and name-drop-y, but so it goes. I guess that is the way of love of nerds engage with nerd culture

Frieren: Beyond Journey's End, Vol. 6 written by Kanehito Yamada, art by Tsukasa Abe I continue to not be all that impressed with the first-class mage exam arc. It's way longer than basically any previous arc in the manga, and I think that really bogs it down. A lot of the charm of Frieren for me was it's shorter more self contained adventures, so having this multi-volume long Thing that basically ignores one member of our core three is very tedious for me

Until I Love Myself: The Journey of Nonbinary Manga Artist, Vol. 1 by Poppy Pesuyama, translated by Emily Balistrieri This is a manga about the artist's experience with sexual harassment through their life and how that has often coincided with and worsened their gender dysphoria as a nonbinary person. Pesuyama really excellent captures the transmasculine feeling of like the trauma of sexual violence getting muddled with already distressing feelings of dysphoria to create a very powerful self-loating and blame for having the body you have. Very well done, but I actually found it more triggering to read than I expect, and had to go play video games for the rest of the evening instead of reading the second volume

Started/Ongoing:

Magic's Price by Mercedes Lackey I'm kind of obsessed with the romance between Vanyel and Stefan. go wizard go! Have a kinda problematic age gap relationship, where the younger party is the active pursuer because you, a sad gay wizard, have committed yourself to celibacy because of your fear of emotional intimacy! this is like a gift to me specifically I'm really vibing with it

#cal reading log #arwainian princessoid decrees

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