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Gideon the Ninth, Chapter 22

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(Fourth House icon) In which the terrible teens reappear.

That evening, Harrow has still not returned. Gideon goes back to her training exercises. When she's pretty certain Harrow won't return, she even sneaks her longsword out of the false bottom of her chest and does everything over again. By the end, despite knowing it's trouble to get used to, having two hands on a grip feels so right that Gideon is "happy as a child."(1) But, Harrow still hasn't returned. With uncharacteristic courage, Gideon runs the hot liquid tap in the "uncanny tub" in the bathroom and has the first hot bath of her life. In the end, she still uses the sonic shower, out of worry of how clean the water could really get you(2), but she feels and smells incredible. Her hair is so floofy it takes a lot of effort to get it to lay flat again.

The bath also has another effect: Gideon feels sleepy and content. She lays in her nest of blankets, gets out a magazine, and wakes nine dreamless hours later with it stuck to her face with drool. She even finds Harrow curled up in the bed in the next room.

She said, "Wake up, assmunch, I want to yell at you about keys," but this imperative did not have the desired effect. "The white key is now with your precious Septimus, as per the agreement," snapped Harrow, then pulled the covers over her head. "Now go away and shrivel." "This does not satisfy me. Nonagesimus."

Harrow slithers further under the blankets, so Gideon takes the opportunity to dress and paint her face with minimal critique, and leave their quarters. On the staircase down to the atrium, she realizes she's being followed. Eventually she draws her rapier and swings around to see who it is, but it's only Isaac, saying Jeanne wants her. The kid looks terrible, covered in soot and soil, he's lost at least three earrings, and his hair is crumpled flat. He reiterates that Jeanne wants her, and somebody's dead.

Gideon hopes this is a misplaced cry for help, but Isaac has already turned away, so she has no choice but to follow.(3) Down and through Canaan House they go, to the room with the formerly chemical-reeking pit, now clean and filled with water. Coronabeth and Naberius are doing laps in the pool, which absolutely fries Gideon's poor mind, having never seen anyone swim before.(4)

Isaac gets Corona's attention and tells her that someone else is dead. Corona's face does what Gideon's had wanted to, which is to express "What??", which Corona also says aloud. Isaac says Jeanne wants her, specifically. Naberius asks what's the holdup, but Isaac says he promised he'd only leave Jeanne alone for five minutes with the remains. Corona vaults herself out of the water (leading to Gideon making her "first and only devout prayer to the Locked Tomb of thankfulness and joy") and asks what that means. Isaac says it means someone's dead and he's leaving in ten seconds.

Corona dashes to the training room and returns, not with towels, but with Lieutenant Dyas and Colum the Eighth. Isaac leads them to a broad terrace outside, to an incinerator, where Jeannemary looks like a live electric wire, practically sparking with energy, rapier drawn. She tells Isaac she wanted the Ninth and Princess Coronabeth, but he says everyone else tagged along, and he couldn't leave her alone any longer.

Corona walks over and tells Jeannemary kindly to put away her sword and explain what happened. By way of explanation, Jeannemary opens the incinerator to expose a heap of cremains. Colum the Eighth takes a piece out and examines it in his hand, heedless of the inevitable burn as they're still hot. Isaac says he can tell fresh cremains, can't Coronabeth, as a necromancer? She hesitates, and Dyas butts in that one of the skeleton servants might have fallen in. Colum says they could ask, but Isaac says that's rendered fat and flesh. Someone(5) asks if the Fifth are still- but cuts off. Jeannemary confirms that they're still in the mortuary. Someone else has been killed.

Naberius says it's ghost stories, the kids are losing it from lack of sleep. Jeannemary says she hopes whatever killed Magnus and Abigail and this poor soul gets Naberius too, she'd like to see his face then. Gideon steps between them before it comes to an altercation, and stares into the incinerator where Colum is still poking around. He says it needs a bone magician, and he's heading back. Naberius gets instantly distracted from glaring at Jeannemary, and offers himself and Corona to ref the duel between Eight and Seven.

Colum and Naberius leave, and Dyas trails behind them. Coronabeth stays, looking troubled, which makes Gideon sad, but also still soaked to the skin, which makes Gideon need a lie-down.(6) Isaac says he keeps seeing things in the corners of his eyes, and waking up hearing something moving, or sensing someone standing outside the door. Jeannemary embraces him, and Gideon is almost embarrassed to witness the connection between necromancer and cavalier. Jeanne looks up at Corona and Gideon and says she wanted to see them because Magnus liked them, so they get the warning: "Don't say I didn't tell you." Then she leads Isaac away, as Corona closes the incinerator.

Gideon can feel rain coming in the air, she's learned the weather a little in the weeks here. When the storm comes, it'll break hard. Corona thinks the Fourth aren't being reckless, they might really be in trouble. Gideon takes off her glasses and nods, causing her hood to fall back.

Corona is watching her, and her face brightens instantly to a radiant smile, her violet eyes crinkling with her grin.

"Why, Gideon the Ninth!" she exclaimed, mourning banished. "You're a ginger!"

The rain starts later that afternoon. The first time it had rained, Gideon couldn't get over how people could live with that kind of atmospheric weather. Now, it's just a distraction. She goes back to check on Harrow, wondering if she hallucinated seeing her this morning, if Harrow fulfilled all Gideon's childhood dreams by being thrown into that incinerator(7), but finds her in the bed where she was left.

Camilla finds Gideon while she's eating lunch, and says the duel's off. Seventh never showed, and they're not in their quarters. She tells Gideon to move, and Gideon never questions the order. They go Dulcinea-hunting, and find her in a conservatory, sprawled on the flagstones. Gideon's insides churn as Camilla kneels to check her vitals, but Dulcinea gives a great, hacking, bloody cough, says "He never came back," and faints again.

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(1) You might even say… giddy? (2) How many among us just Can Not Even with baths because it doesn't feel clean enough? Body soup, no thanks? Not me, I could live in a bath if it stayed hot, but I understand where you're coming from. (3) There IS a choice here, but it would be pretty heartless to abandon these poor kids at this point. (4) No baths, no pools, the water-poor Ninth House indeed. (5) The unfinished sentences here mean it could be anyone, but my guess lies with either Dyas, thrown off her game, or Corona. I am open to evidence otherwise, though. (6) And people say these books are insufficiently lesbian. (7) I love that Gideon is still thinking as if she hates Harrow, after all they've done for each other that they could have said no to.

[animeboyswhump]

I-Chu - Ep 3

Kururugi Satsuki, Kururugi Mutsuki

[hollyhomburg]

My love I am S O F T for hybrid fluff and this Packtan we have got going on is just like Making me AH from the floofy gooey sweetness. Can we just talk for a sec about if the reader gets pregnant but doesn't know it, she gets up early to make herself some coffee or tea or smth, and one of the boys comes down and he's sniffing the air and he's like "what's that smell it smells so good" And the reader like, oh it's coffee. But he's like "no that's you" and its like "OMG you're finally having pups"

oh~ i love the idea of this, and i think like- they would have noticed that she’d been needier the last few days, her and namjoon (cuz yeah- he’s the lead alpha and its only natural that he would be the first one to get you pregnant), god namjoon’s been so possessive of you- a little more than the others who are feeling the pull to protect and care more over the first few days your hormones are adjusting- their instincts know you’re pregnant before they do. 

all namjoon knows is that the waitress at the store smiles at you and he growls so hard at the alpha that everyone is turning to look at him, he’s just looking dark and angry at the alpha and it takes Seokjin leaning over and yanking on the nape of namjoon’s hair for him to snap out of it and he’s apologizing furiously, they make sure to leave a hefty tip and really- that kinda shit just happens sometimes and it’s quickly forgotten. 

the others feel a little different, they get agitated when they’re separated from you like a prick of annoyance on the back of their neck. Hoseok paces during practice, full of nervous energy- ready to snap at anyone or anything. Yoongi can’t stop filling up your plate at dinner and feeding you himself which is just weird. jimin gets shivers down his spine whenever you look even slightly unhappy, stopping whatever he’s doing to cuddle up to you- your favorite group omega activity. 

Every night Seokjin finds himself nesting anxiously, stress orders about a dozen more pillows and soft blankets from that one online omega emporium that has everything needed for nest Making. you go out for a walk with Tae and he finds himself stopping to readjust your scarf every time you even start to look a little cold, tugging your hands into his pockets with a low grumble. 

god- they all get unbearably overprotective. But not a single one of them understands why. not even when they’re getting ready to leave one morning and jimin legitimately hisses when Hoseok tries to wake him up from where he’s curled around you cradling your head against his shoulder. 

it’s not until one morning, a Saturday with nothing planned, Seokjin and yoongi making waffles while the others all slowly wake and follow the sweet smell of freshly baked goods- they think, until they get into the kitchen and each one of them scents you, already buzzing around the kitchen making enough coffee for all of you- a feat in its self. you’re smiley and happy to have them all here, almost glowing in the early morning light, a vision in someone’s large white button-downs so long on you that it nearly brushes your knees. 

they all feel needier than usual, and you do too, pausing by each of their chairs to dispense coffee and sleepy morning kisses,  pulling yourself into hoseok’s lap before you grumble and switch to Seokjin’s, and then grumble again before you’re in Yoongi’s,  you’re getting coffee for yourself when Jungkook stumbles in, plopping into a chair with the usual puppy floppiness that he only has during the mornings. he snags around your waist when you walk by, and you go easily in between his legs letting him bury his forehead in your stomach.

 you smell warm and milk and sweet but with a hint of namjoon- which is strange, different than your usual flowery omega scent- but also- you smell like namjoon- you smell so so much like namjoons thick pine and wood scent, it’s strange because you haven’t slept in his bed,

“you should go back to bed” you humm as jungkook nuzzles into your tummy, running your fingers through his long hair, “everyone’s loud and i could smell you from my bedroom.” he nuzzles in more to your tummy and you humm happily, your brow furrowing when he starts scent-marking your abdomen- which isn’t exactly usual but jungkook’s so tired you dismiss it easily, 

Tae looks over at you grinning from where he’s sipping his coffee, “he’s right you know, you smell a little different stronger, you should have cleaned up after last night with namjoon,”  you do smell good though, and it’s not as noxious as the usual “had sex last night” smell that all of you tend to have- you smell normal but with a hint of sweet milkiness-  different than your usual flowery omega scent- but also- you smell like namjoon- you smell so so much like namjoons thick pine and wood scent, 

 “what are you talking about- she slept with us last night tae” jungkook and jin chime in- and he’s right, you’d all piled into a nest last night. but tae’s stalwart, “she smells exactly like namjoon guys- maybe you can’t smell it cuz of omega hormones of whatever but it’s almost like she’s half namjoon half-” tae breaks off, his eyes widening, yoongi’s head snaps up to look at you, falling silent as well suddenly more awake than he’s ever been at 11 in the morning, something hovering on his tongue as the two betas share a look, 

“what tae?” you finally ask, and his voice shakes when he sets his coffee down his hand shaking a little. “when was your last heat?” you wrack your brain, “i think like- 3 months ago” you trail off, suddenly putting two and two together. all the while, jungkook hasn’t searched his nuzzling into your stomach, “oh my god you smell like namjoon”

the alpha in question is frozen, looking at you and then at your stomach, and jungkook a sleepy growl building in his chest the more distressed you start to smell. “stop” he says, still not entirely awake, “getting stressed is bad for the pup” 

“pup????” hoseok almost shouts, finally decided to join you in the land of the living. namjoon drops his cup which dosent shatter- but does spill hot coffee all over the floor. it does a good job of waking jungkook and everyone up though. 

que alot of scrambling and half shy happy smiles of “where the fuck do we even keep the pregnancy tests hyung-” “don’t bother looking i’m too excited- it’ll take too long I’ll just run to the convenience store,-” “you idiot someone could see you-” tae jumping up excitedly when he finally drags it out of the back of the closet, “here! omega-chance brand- not the best but we’ll take it”

 queue all of them trying to go into the bathroom with you assuring them that they definitely don’t have to come in with you to piss on the fucking bright pink stick, no matter how much they whine, yoongi holding his face leaning with his back against the wall, namjoon pacing, and the rest of them quite literally bouncing up and down. 

you open the door, and all of them let out a pent up breath, but the happiness in your face and the hand resting on your abdomen tells them enough! they shout, yoongi, Jungkook, and namjoon legitimately burst into tears, happy tears, namjoon needs to sit down, and the others are shouting and kissing your face, tae getting on his knees to kiss your baby bump while Hoseok back hugs you and jimin and seokjin cup your cheeks and kiss your happy tears away,

 “we’ve got you baby- you’re going to do so well and we’ll help you with absolutely everything,” and you will- you know, the child might be physically yours and namjoon’s but really- all of them are going to be the parents along with you, you’d always known that any child you had would be loved so thoroughly that there was no way they wouldn’t turn out happy, and now that you’re here, on the precipice of everything, each and every one of you feels so so lucky.

 namjoon is sitting in the kitchen, while across from him jungkook cries and stuff as many waffles into his mouth as he can, yoongi can’t stop gummy smiling, waiting, watching happily silently, his round soft cheeks a little wet. “come here baby” he says, and reluctantly the others part from around you, he pulls you into his lap so that he can be at eye level with your stomach, and so carefully, he sets his hands over your stomach, pressing close, forehead against your abdomen, “hello pup” he says, bursting into tears, there isn’t a dry eye in the house, and all of Packtan surround both of you, each of them scent marking along you, their omega. 

rest assured, once you start showing they get even more ridiculously protective than before. 

[evilsnowswan]

Summary: [Rumbelle Mermaid!AU] based on this prompt by repeatinglitanies: “In a world where people are aware of the existence of mermaids, Belle is a mermaid who lives in the world’s largest aquarium along with other sea creatures. She enjoys looking at the little humans who come to visit, especially a floofy haired boy who comes every week with his father….” An injured Belle is captured and brought to Gold and Milah’s aquarium. Gold is a marine biologist dedicated to protecting the creatures there, Milah wants to turn a profit, and their son has his own ideas about how to befriend a mermaid.

Rating: G/Teen Link to full story: [Read on AO3] Previous Chapters: [Coverart][Chapter 1][Chapter 2][Chapter 3][Chapter 4][Chapter 5][Chapter 6][Chapter 7][Chapter 8][Chapter 9][Chapter 10][Chapter 11][Chapter 12][Chapter 13][Chapter 14][Chapter 15][Chapter 16][Chapter 17][Chapter 18][Chapter 19][Chapter 20]

Current Chapter: 21/? Chapter Summary: Milah is having a - well, she is having a day™.

Chapter 21: Bullet

Well, she thought, fingers drumming on the steering wheel of her MB. That was unexpected. He had finally managed to impress her – and Milah wasn’t sure how she felt about that.

Had she chosen to play this by his rules? Yes. Had she expected him to fall for it? Absolutely.

But this? This hadn’t been part of the plan.

Some brainless idiot honked and she started, putting her turn signal on and making a right before the traffic light turned red again.

This wasn’t how she’d pictured it. This had come out of nowhere. And trouble was, it had her second guessing – him, herself, and most inconveniently, the plan. And really, Milah thought, what did that say about her?

Perhaps Mother was right.

Just what Mother would say about this though, Milah didn’t have to guess. Mother would have a fit (a deadly cold and silent one). She could picture it now. And the picture made something stir inside of her, rear its sleepy head, and scream at the top of its lungs: defiance.

So what?!

So what if she had slept with her husband? So what if she had enjoyed it?

That wasn’t a crime, was it? And it was none of Mother’s business anyway. She could still carry on as planned, couldn’t she? One surprise shag in the middle of the night didn't change a single thing.

Or did it?

Milah shifted into 5th and hit the gas pedal. She heard the transmission purr as the speedometer quickly registered just slightly over the limit. Whatever. On top of everything, she was on the verge of being late, and she still had quite a bit of ground to cover and an important errand to run before her lunch meeting.

She’d make it work. Just like she always did.

Milah played with the gas and felt the power of the twin turbo engine. Over four thousand pounds worth of German engineering yielded to her touch and leapt forwards. This was a car built to sneer at speed limits and she welcomed the familiar tug at her middle as she leaned back against soft leather.

Her jet black Mercedes-Benz SL 65 AMG sped past the town sign and the deep green of the fir trees swallowed them whole as it shot down the highway, travelling north.

***

Sitting at the table she’d been shown to by one of the Château’s waiters, Milah glanced down at the silver cutlery, checking her own reflection in the back of a spoon. She had touched up her lipstick in the car, and couldn’t detect so much as a single curl out of place. Good. She was ready and had come prepared. And, miraculously, she was a couple minutes early, which meant she was just on time.

Her business date, however, was not.

After maybe ten more minutes of catching her breath and tight-lipped smiling at waiting staff, the woman she was supposed to meet finally appeared, strolling in behind a young waitress who was making a beeline for her table.

Milah got to her feet with a cool smile.

“Mrs. Montgomery-Gold. How do you do?” The head of the Mills Foundation said, holding out her hand with a smile like she wasn’t late.

“How do you do?”

The two of them sat down, and Cora Mills took the liberty of ordering sparkling water, wine, grilled octopus with bell pepper-compote and olive tapenade, and a mixed salad for the both of them. Like it was 1950.

If it were 1950, Milah mused, she would be the woman in this scenario. While she had no qualms with her gender, she understood the power move perfectly well.

“The Foundation hopes you are satisfied with our product?”

Milah felt her cheeks color.

“Yes, thank you. It met all expectations,” she gave back in what she hoped was a similar no-nonsense tone. The expression ‘exceeded all expectations’ still rolled around on her tongue, but she swallowed it back forcefully. Milah Montgomery would not roll over that easily.

“Wonderful.” Cora Mills signaled a passing waitress and quietly spoke to the young girl in a hushed voice. The poor thing promptly turned beet-red and scurried off to remedy whatever complaint the older woman had whispered in her mortified ear. “We can see from your reports that the mermaid’s health is improving, is that correct?”

Milah thought about the files in her bag under the table. Decided against it. “Yes. Medical is confident the mermaid is responding well to treatment and care.”

“She’s ready for Phase Two then, I presume.”

“Yes.”

“Excellent.”

Their drinks arrived. Milah could almost smell the fear on the waiter who poured their water. Cora Mills had to be a regular here.

“The mermaid is physically ready for Phase Two,” She took a sip of her sparkling water. In the back of her mind, a small part of her wondered about Murchadh’s reaction – once she broke the news to him. Perhaps she shouldn’t? “However, our knowledge of her species’ reproductive system is still limited. To commence Phase Two immediately seems unwise.”

Cora Mills fixed her with a stern look. “Since I don’t have any of my people on the ground –”

Milah had made damn sure of that. No Foundation reps would get to meddle in affairs at her aquarium. She had drawn a hard line in the sand, so to speak. A necessary precaution.

“I have to trust your judgement and recommendation on the matter.” Her smile was steel; no warmth in her brown eyes as she leaned a little closer. “However, I do trust a Montgomery’s word.”

Milah bowed her head, taking the thinly veiled threat as a compliment.

The food arrived and both women reached for their napkins at the exact same moment.

Silence fell.

This wasn’t the last Milah would be hearing about granting the Foundation more – unrestricted – access, oh no, but she was ready for that fight when it came knocking again.

Grilled octopus wasn’t as bad as it sounded.

A thought best kept to herself and not shared with either husband or son. Swallowing, Milah lowered her fork and knife and discreetly pushed the remainder of the dead sea-creature towards a piece of blackened bread on her plate. She turned her attention to her salad instead.

She was certain, Cora Mills wouldn’t have connived an imperfection such as a slightly burned slice of Ciabatta. Neither would her mother. But Milah was her own woman, and burnt bread was the least of her problems right now.

“It’s a shame. Montgomery born and bred were the best we ever had.” Cora Mills swirled her Cabernet Sauvignon. Her lips were the same color as her drink: bold red.

The damn dogs.

Milah finished chewing her food in silence before dabbing at the corners of her mouth with her napkin. She was no stranger to proper manners. She had been raised to never forget them after all.

“Thank you.” She reached for her own wine and inclined her head, before taking a calculated sip.

“I was very sorry to hear about your father’s passing.”

Milah crossed and uncrossed her legs under the table. “He was a good man and will be missed.”

“Give your mother my best,” Cora Mills said with an expression that made Milah straighten her shoulders. “How is Ethel?”

“Very well, thank you.”

Sitting ramrod-straight, Milah bit the inside of her cheek. Going into this meeting she had been prepared for a lot of things, but discussing her late father or her mother – her private life, her family – with a perfect stranger, a business partner, a person like Cora Mills, left an unpleasant aftertaste in her mouth.

What was the woman playing at?

Cora Mills’ lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t a good one.

“I’ve had our specialists draw up a list of all data still required,” she said, her tone no longer fake-cordial, but all business again. “To determine the right course of action for Phase Two.” She cleared her throat. “Once we have your ‘go ahead’ for the venture, of course.”

Milah nodded, eying the folders sliding towards her side of the table.

“Highly confidential,” Cora Mill’s voice was lowered unnecessarily. The closest tables were empty and staff seemed to be giving a wide berth to theirs. “You understand, I’m sure.”

“Of course.” Milah put a hand on the papers.

“Lovely.” With a glance at her watch, Cora Mills got to her feet and Milah hastened to do the same. “If you’ll excuse me. Other pressing matters to attend to.” They shook hands again. “Pleasure working with you.”

“We’ll be in touch.”

Without so much as a glance back at Milah or their table, Cora Mills turned on her heels to leave.

After a moment’s hesitation, Milah sat back down. She felt strangely dissatisfied, an unpleasant feeling creeping up her spine. She wasn’t used to being made to feel small and inadequate. Those days were long behind her and she had no desire to relive them.

With a small sigh, she looked at her own watch and deduced she had time to satisfy her curiosity at least, and take a look at what was inside those folders on the table, before heading back home.

Once plates and drinks had been cleared, she poured over the new materials – while the young waitress kept refilling the coffee she had ordered. Black, two sugars.

***

It had gotten later. Later than planned, anyway.

Main Street was busier now than when she’d left it. People carrying shopping bags up and down the street, greeting friends, sitting down for a post-work coffee or an early dinner.

As she unlocked the car, the sun had sunk low enough to tint the rooftops a soft orange and red; the wet cobblestone glistened a damp golden yellow. It was still warm enough, she supposed, but you could already feel a fall night coming in the air.

She eased open the driver’s-side door and, unceremoniously, threw her bag into the back.

Time to go home.

Milah shivered as she sank onto cold leather and removed the sunglasses from her hair to shove them in the glove compartment. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and leaned back in her seat, her hands coming up to pull the pins from her updo and let her curls fall loose.

Dropping the hair pins onto the dashboard, her eyes flickered to the small paper bag on the passenger seat, and she sighed, hand resting on the keys in the ignition.

One more thing.

Feeling a heavy tiredness wash over her, she ran her fingers through her hair and rested her forehead against the smooth steering wheel, linking her hands behind her head.

What had she gotten herself into?

If the people of Storybrooke could see her now, she’d be the talk of the town come morning. Discretion and privacy were non-existent in the town’s collective vocabulary.

Just one of the reasons, Milah was glad to have swapped small-town-gossip for big-city-anonymity for the day. Out here, no one cared who she was or what she was doing with her life. In the city, she could simply walk into a drug store, any drug store, and get what she needed to do what she had to.

The damn day had filled her with a strange mix of nostalgia, regret, and guilt.

Throat closing up and chest tight, she turned in her seat and emptied the contents of the inconspicuous paper bag out onto the passenger seat: a small water bottle, Advil, paracetamol, some Pepto-Bismol, a pack of tissues, glow-in-the-dark band-aids with Star Wars insignia for Bae, Plan B, and a pack of gum – cherry flavored, the kind that made the largest bubbles without popping and didn’t taste like old tire 15 seconds in.

Milah let out a breath.

Here went nothing.

Popping the small white pill into her mouth, she waited for a few seconds, then swallowed, and reached for the water bottle to wash it down properly.

She tossed the packaging into the footwell and turned the keys.

The engine caught, she put the car in gear, hit the gas, and the engine flooded and died on her.

“Arghhh, fuck.” She swore under her breath, her neck prickling as the expletive rolled off her tongue like a boulder.

“Come on!”

She turned the key again; the engine caught. She made a gentler attempt on the gas pedal this time and coaxed a steady purring sound from the engine. Good car. She reversed and smoothed into traffic.

They rolled past storefronts and restaurants at crawling speed.

Oh, the joys of evening rush hour. Bullshit on the radio and morons on the road. Milah fiddled with the buttons on the radio, flipping through five or six different channels, before calling it quits and feeding it a CD.

Tracy Chapman’s deep and charismatic vocals filled the small space, and Milah found herself humming along, mouthing her favorite parts.

Traffic stopped at a red light and she opened the window slightly. A burst of cold air pushed inside. Drops of water splattered onto the windshield. The red light changed colors and Milah hit the gas pedal, dirt and pebbles kicking up behind the rear tires.

She already felt the migraine coming on, pressure building behind her eyes and temples, and clenched her jaw, gripping the wheel a little tighter.

9 and 3 o'clock. Hands at 9 and 3 o'clock.

[bowieandqueen11]

Quiet / Jonas Kahnwald Fluff

Request: Hi! Can I request a Jonas Kahnwald x reader just being lazy on a morning and just enjoying the moment and each other when everything is still quiet. As if the town isn't crazy enough right? Thank you!! 

My first Dark imagine! Thank you for sending this in darling, and sorry if it’s terrible, but poor Jonas needs some fluff <3

Winden was just that sort of town. The sort of small, tucked away unaware place where nobody really pays any heeds to the daily going-ons, seeing them as a usual cycle of muted nothingness. But there’s a certain darkness that lurks in the hearts of the residents, a kind of chill that makes the adults tug their children a little bit closer to their chests as they walk home from yet another uneventful day of school, a kind of paranoia that some things have not yet come to pass. The town had been built on a grid, and no expense was spared. The roads were perfect grit spitting rivers of tarmac that traffic lights blinked along to allow the schoolchildren to pass safely. The air was muggy and foggy and yet seemed crisp to those who drank it in. On occasion a deer would gallop through the streets or a bird fall on the tall black lampposts, but people felt uncomfortable in its presence. 

Luckily for you, you didn’t have to think about it yet. What was to come. What has already happened. The cycle you are trapped in. Instead, you brush your feet against the light carpet of Jonas’s room, leaning back against his desk chair and pretending you don’t hear the slight moans of Hannah and Ulrich from next door. Your head thumps against Jonas’ oaken walls as a sigh tumbles out your lips, your pyjama shorts rising up your damp thighs as you shake off the last few remnants that had plagued your mind last night, shaking off the horrible images of Mikkel, in his little red duffel coat that flashed before your eyes. You nearly knock Jonas’ pill bottle off his desk as you sit up, glancing over at him. His back trembles as he breathes, his hair fanned out over his thin pillow as you walk over to him with a small smile gracing your lips at the set of your boyfriend, happy to see that he hadn’t woken up as you pull his lumpy blue and green mattress up to his shoulders, your fingers resting for a moment, splaying against the expanse of his back as he whines in his sleep. He had been exhausted last night when you had been watching the movie, his legs entangled with yours, still blushing and shy and all pink cheeks littered with glowing freckles and sparkling eyes as he glanced down at you, his hand clamping down tight against your shoulder as you lay upon his chest.

‘Y/n, are you sure this is okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable’, he would whisper, as you snuggle further into his chest.

‘Jonas, we’ve been dating for six months, don’t forget that I want to snuggle with you.’

He smiles at that, a rare smile that usually only lights his face in your presence. As the night went on, you could feel the fringes of his hair tickling your cheek, his chin bumping against your forehead as he began nodding off to sleep, despite the fact he would furiously deny it every time you would gently tap against his chest to wake him up again.

You walk slowly away from his sleeping frame, pushing the plastic windowpane until it flies open into the soft gold rays of the morning light, a grateful smile bursting onto your face as your eyes squeeze shut against the gentle spring breeze that caresses your sleepy face like the warm tide of a deep azure ocean, the sounds of tweeting robins jumping from branch to branch like a couple of childish lovers filling your heart with peace. A peace you hadn’t felt in the longest time, and feared you never would again. Tumbling back over, you sit on the corner of his bed, your hip smacking into the side of his television as you thank everything you could think of for letting it now only be the start of the weekend, and for allowing Jonas to get the rest he deserves. You place your hands on his hips, sighing gently into the silent morning as Jonas’ arm still rests dead across the bottom edge of the pillow, his fingers reaching and clasping in his sleep over onto your side, searching for you against the cold cotton as his mouth billows the soft gold curls of his cherub hair up into the air like a simple pendulum swinging back and forth.

He looks so young, so peaceful in his sleep, you think, as you lean down to rub your hands down the bare naked skin of his shoulders, chuckling lightly to yourself as your soft massages that dig into to the tensed muscles earn you a low, sleepy groan. You smirk, leaning down to press your chest firm against his back as he tenses slightly, his eyes beginning to flicker behind his eyelids as you trace a path from his thin dimples down to the plush fullness of his cherry lips. He wakes up with a loud grunt as you jump onto his side of, collapsing onto his bed, facing him. He flops hid head down further onto your side of the pillow with a sick thud, his forehead coming to rest gingerly but tenderly against your own as he breathes out deeply, your familiar smell comforting as his arm finds its way around your waist again.

‘Good morning’, you whisper, your finger coming up to lean against his chin, tracing over the dip of his lip, counting each freckle that lines his face like stars as his eyes blink open again, burning as they gaze into yours desperately. Slowly, he manages to shuffle his naked thighs further along until you’re completely chest to chest, your hand running down to massage over his wide shoulder as his laugh fans over your lips warmly, your hand whirling down to itch against his back.

‘I suppose we could snuggle here a little while longer’, he whispers happily, running his fingertips through the long strands of your hair, letting it flow through his hand.

A contented, lazy groan escapes his mouth as you laugh in reply, warming the tingling skin of your collarbone as he mumbles ‘it doesn’t matter, you’re not going anywhere anyway’. Before you have time to question his meaning, one leg wraps over your waist like a big cuddly koala bear, soft whines protruding from his plump lips as one slender arm finds its way to cup your side, snuggling into you as he lowers his head against your thumping chest. His hair fans out around your neck like starlight, bright and beautiful and extra floofy as he peers up at you like a puppy dog, his eyes bright and hopeful as he revels in your warmth.

He leans up to pepper fast and warm kisses against your face, wherever he can reach, punctuating each with a soft ‘we are a perfect match y/n, I love you so much’, before finally finishing with your mouth, leaning into the kiss with a great big smile lining his face.

The storm that began brewing on the wide auburn horizon promised nothing but a turn in the tide, a wind strong enough to whistle through the dancing trees, and noon darkness that would fill the damp-smelling air with threatening pelts of little rain drops that lash against the unsuspecting passerby. Jonas cast his eyes to the darkening, charcoal clouds as you begin to drift contently back off to sleep, his attention held by shimmering golden streaks that crack the cloud layer, allowing the sun to stream through like falling glitter before landing on the greenery below. As the rain began to drop, white noise hurtling and banging against the roof and windowpanes, he nestles his head further against you, feeling at home in your arms.

[demethinkstoomuch]

Deme Rates Villagers: Cubs

It’s Bears, but Smaller!

(Why didn’t I lump Bears and Cubs the way I did Cows and Bulls? Because there are a fair number of them, I think.)

I have also realized that, rather than a numerical rating, an emoticon rating might be better. I may do numbers from time to time, and so likely will not go back for the others. There will not be a scale, but a broad expression of my feelings. Or a mimic of their faces. Or a comment. Sometimes.

Disclaimer: Images are from the wiki, all good dogs, my ratings are mainly just there because “Deme gives her abstract thoughts on villagers” is hardly a catchy thing.

Aisle

Another Animal Forest E+ exclusive, another villager that looks like they came out of a Rare game like Banjo-Kazooie or Conker’s Bad Fur Day, even though this one doesn’t feature any exact equivolents. On the whole, I think the high contrast between the blue fur and the tuft of blond hair is a bad look, but the big blue eyes being sort of heavy-lidded and dour’s kind of cute.

Rating: :|

Barold

Barold is great. Like, I don’t entirely know what they’re going for with him -- he vaguely suggests either Fred Flinstone or an IT guy in my head -- but I love it either way.  (Fred Flinstone: 5 o’ clock shadow, shirt. IT Guy: Eeyes have kind of a glasses shape, beard).  He’s oozing with character, albeit a strange character, and do I detect little white pawsies? I do!

Rating: B’|

Bluebear

She’s a bear! She’s blue! She’s got a little white and a little pink, which gives her a nicely over-all pastel look. I like the darker blue (Fire Emblem Lord Blue, perhaps?) hair on her. She is just cute.

Rating: :)

Cheri

Another colorful bear cub, this one, pink! I like her, she’s sassy. Nice eyebrows that pair with her eyes to give her an impression of moxie that’s still quite cute. Hair is spiky, which adds to that. She’s peppy, which means that by peppy standards, she’s pretty edgy, in a weird, pink little bear way. Either way, she’s rather cute.

Rating: :]

Chester

Man, what do the Animal Crossing devs have against just letting pandas be cute? Chow, Chester... They’re both just sort of weird in a way that I find, funnily enough, more unsettling or dull than charming. Long pupils are not friend-shaped; if they leaned into the creepy, like with a goat, that would be one thing, but it rather spoils Chester. The sad-looking mouth could be cute, but it’s a bit big for that. Almost there, Chester, but just not.

Rating: :(

Cupcake

So, Cupcake is kind of Cheri, but with a half-hearted snootification effort via heavy-lidded eyeshadow eyes. Meh.

Rating: :[ (Like Cheri, but worse.)

Judy

A New Horizons new villager, and Judy is sure an aesthetic! The pastel gradients, the enormous sparkly eyes with the big shojou lashes, she just screams that she belongs in a gothic lolita girl’s arms during a photoshoot. Get this bear a lace-up dress. She could be an extra Hello Kitty collab character or something. I’m not actually a huge fan of Judy, but I cannot possibly deny that she is wonderfully what she is, and so while the agressively UWU quality to her isn’t for me, but I can’t help but applaud it. Dedication! Also, I like the subtler blush. It works.

Rating:  (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

June

June is maaaybe my favorite cub, she’s just simple and pleasant-looking, without being a pastel screaming-fest, Her colorscheme and implied heavy fringe has a sort of... Like, it makes her big blue eyes and over-all cuteness read “girl next door,” sort of an ordinary, natural cute. And then you add the cute big hibiscus for a little pop that contrasts with her eyes. It’s just a real cute look. I’d probably, though, if I were to consider adopting her, check to make sure her eyes aren’t super weird when you look at them from other angles. It’s a bad fate to befall a villager.

Rating:  (◕‿◕✿) (Babe, hold my flower)

Kody

Hey, look, it’s one of my starter New Leaf villagers! Kody was the last of my first villagers to move out, too, sticking around for quite a while indeed. His departure left a hole that Clyde entered through via someone’s void, and I was not happy about that. As a result, I feel fonder of Kody than I would otherwise, since otherwise, he’s just, you know, a blue bear with a darker blue spot, like many animals that are just like that except not bears. It can be charming with the right face, but there’s nothing particularly noteworthy about his face. It’s just Kody. There he is. Old chum.

Rating:  ˅ u ˅ Ah, the memories...

Maple

Awwww, look at her! She’s just precious, very simple, with implied floofy bangs and bright little dot eyes. Even the pink sticker blush works better with her colors than I see in a lot of places. If June didn’t have her flowers, maybe I’d be here saying Maple’s my favorite. Maybe Maple is my favorite, I don’t know. She feels like angelfood cake, you, know? Light, pleasant, sweet...Though, admittedly, not especially flavorful.  She’s just cute as she is.

Rating:  ‘ ◕  w ◕ ‘

Marty

Ah, a Sanrio villager! ...Not one of the cuter ones, really. Looks sort of like a honey jar bear to me, which is, I suppose, something. His eyebrows have an unassuming quality, like he’s just a normal guy.

Rating: Normal Guy / Guys

Murphy

Remember everything I said about Kody? Yeah, still true about Murphy. His coloring is just sort of “spotted bear,” now in green. But! He does have big square eyebrows and big square eyes, which give him a bit of extra character, reliably and kinda sleepy. A good face.

Rating = w = (A good thing, I promise.)

Olive

Olive is a villager I’ve heard compared to Maple a lot -- it’s the shirt, I suppose, but really, more than that. Her color scheme is also pretty naturalistic and grounded, she has a cute bang outline. She doesn’t push the cute as hard, but that might make her more comfortable, less out-and-out cutesy to folks. That said, her eyes just have that quality I found with the birds, where something about them, paired with the surprised eyebrows, that feels kinda blank, like they reveal nothing. Staring. These eyes have seen too much. But she’s still pretty cute, won’t lie.

Rating: O-O

Pekoe

Aww, isn’t she cute? This screenshot makes her look more cream-colored than I’m used to thinking of her as, a dramatic bonus to her over-all level of adorable. Pekoe’s use of ears to suggest little covered hair-buns is pretty flavorful; it makes me wonder if they almost wanted to make a cute, very on-theme panda, and then decided “No, let’s just make her a white bear, good enough.”  Still, her face is cute, too, with a distinct set of eyes carrying through the same sort of design sensibilities as her hair and ears/buns, intensely stylized. It’s a nice look.

Rating: :)

Poko

What is with the shape of his head? You all see that, right, where his head is a totally different, longer, shape? Why? What does it mean? Is it meant to be like a mask? If it were meant to be a long mask, that’d be cool. I don’t think it is? It’s a mystery that he would need another appearance to solve, and that’s not happening.

Rating: ? :/

Poncho

Poncho’s cute. He’s basically just blue Olive, though the bangs are less fwooshy. Still, I find him a bit cuter than Olive, because the oval eyes sort of soften the effect of round on round on round that looks strange and staring; this is a bit more cartoony and cute. That’s about it from me. Pretty cute.

Rating: 0 ˅ 0

Pudge

Oh, Pudge looks so sad and alone! I want to hug and protect him! I’ve checked other screenshots, that’s just how Pudge’s face is, and it’s so precious! I do not get the freen on the ears and tip of tail, though. I do not understand why this is a thing, and I cannot say I approve of it. It’s kind of a distracting negative among this otherwise adorable design of a baby I just want to protect!

Rating: (> ‘ . ’)> Come here and let me hug you!

Stitches

OK, so, maybe if it’s not June or Maple, maybe Stitches is best cub. Certainly, he’s the most thematically strong, with this adorable patchwork teddybear design! His eyes evoke a really cute version of his name, little stitches. Just adorable and aesthetically on-point and I’m really happy to see him. I could see him with a place on my island, if I only didn’t have too many villagers I could see with a place.

Rating :D or, alternatively, XwX just for him.

Tammy

Oh, it’s almost all the things I dislike in a villager design. Random colors without real cohesion or purpose, just “well, this is a colorful animal” that clash with other randomly-selected colors (orange blush, deep rose eyeshadow, pale pink inner ears, white muzzle/paws, brown bangs) with eyeshadowed eyes to say “Hey this is a snooty” without going all-in for glamor-comedy? I think we’ve hit bingo. Funnily enough, I think this might be my least-favorite cub.

Rating: :(

Vladimir

Vladimir is ugly with dedication. Vladimir is ugly with a passion. Vladimir is ugly with soul and purpose. Buck teeth and that flatly furrowed, thin, no-brow-unibrow! Those awful bangs! Truly, Vladimir is an artist’s study in ugly-cute. I can’t say that it works to vaunt him into a villager I’d really love to have around, but I can profoundly respect him.

Rating:    ಠ ῳ ಠ

The cubs are good, in conclusion. A good mix of aesthetics, and at least 3 I rather like, which is a good number. Also, I got to whip out some Japanese emoticons, and isn’t that important?

[mikiriandmokoro]

5 Cute Things Your Muse Does

Exactly what it says on the tin! Do not reblog. Repost and tell your followers five cute facts about your muse then tag five people to see what cute things their muses do!

Tagged by: @spookyspiritking

Tagging: Uhhh. @wanted-immortal, if he’s willing? @glaciergraced if she hasn’t already been tagged?

5 things about Mikiri

1. She sleeps curled around whatever is near. If it’s not family or lovers, it’s a large pillow in the shape of a mole. 

2. The mole pillow has a nickname. It’s Moley. She named it when she was like ten, and most of the time it’s hidden in the chest at the foot of her bed in Spades. 3. Whenver her hair is clean and it’s ragged-grey, it’s surprisingly floofy and soft. It sticks in every direction possible, too! 4. When sleepy, she talks like a little kid. So many cut-off scentences and half-thoughts. 5. She is not a morning person. She’s so not a morning person, she’ll whine at anyone trying to wake her up. And then hide under her blankets and any pillows she can get her hands on.

5 things about Mokoro

1. Like his twin, he sleeps curled around whatever he can get his limbs around. He has a long snake pillow he ends up coiled in when he’s sleeping by himself.

2. The snake is named Mr. Slithers. He lives behind all of Mokoro’s bed pillows in Spades. 3. Just after a bath, his hair is super floofy and gets everywhere. It’s like silk strands. 4. He is an absolute apple fiend. If you get apple slices and throw them his direction, he will leap at them and try to catch them in his mouth. Especially if he’s in his Wind-fallen form. 5. When in his metal-fallen form, the guy’s basically a sloth. If he gets in a patch of sunlight he’s not leaving it unless he has to. Also he falls asleep really easily in that state. For some reason.