#annabelle is a ~brat~

[sir-subpar]

Was trying to do work but Annabelle wanted attention

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Wtf so I now can post long fics? Well, thanks Tumblr I guess the beef between us didn't last long. Here's the sad Arthur fic I wrote, hope you like it guys<3

arthur morgan x dutch's daughter!reader 3,9k words chapter 6 spoilers, death, violence

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Until the last breath

Never in a thousand years would have Dutch van der Linde thought his own daughter would betray him. He would suspect anyone - recently even John or Arthur. But not [Y/n]. She was his daughter, his only child, the only thing he had left of Annabelle.

And yet there she stood - a gun in hand, pointed at her father, who had his own guns pointed at Arthur and John.

"You're on these two rats' side? That's what I get for raising you?" Dutch asked, his angry gaze fixated on his daughter. "You ungrateful brat."

"You didn't raise me!" [Y/n] countered. "Hosea was more of a father than you. To you, money has always been more important. You always had a plan to get more, and more, and more. I'd be in Tahiti if I had a dollar for every plan of yours that didn't work out."

"I gave you everything I could!"

"You gave me everything?" She had to stop herself from scoffing. "I spent my whole life trying to make you happy for once. Trying to make you proud of me. I gave my heart and my soul for this gang, and you ruined it all when you took in this rat!" Her voice started to crack, but she forced tears away. She reached for her other gun and pointed it at Micah.

Dutch asked, "You really think Micah is the reason you're turning on me?" His tone was strangely calm, too calm. "You think I never noticed the way you and Arthur were plotting something behind my back? But, of course, he didn't sneak into your tent at night just to plot. You disgust me, [Y/n]."

[Y/n]'s mouth fell slightly open as she attempted to form a sentence, and yet she wasn't able to. How did he find out? She thought her and Arthur had been sneaky enough.

"You lost your mind, Dutch," Arthur spoke up, "we were worried about you."

Dutch turned his eyes to Arthur, his anger growing at the man's comment. "I'm the one who gave all of you a home! A purpose! A damn family! And you had the nerve to get with my daughter behind my back, and turn her against me."

"All these years, Dutch..." Arthur shook his head. "Just to waste it for this snake?"

"Be quiet, Black Lung." Micah said, his gun pointed at Arthur.

"No," miss Grimshaw appeared with her rifle pointed at Micah, "you be quiet, mister Bell. And put that gun down."

It escalated in a moment. Micah pulled the trigger, sending a bullet towards miss Grimshaw. He took the last remaining mother figure [Y/n] had. Miss Grimshaw was a cold woman, but she cared for her, she cared for all the girls. And now she was dead.

But there was no time to dwell on that.

"Pinkertons are coming!" Javier ran up to the group, warning them.

"Now," Dutch spoke way too calmly for [Y/n]'s liking, "who amongst you is with me, and who is betraying me?"

"Bill, Javier, think for yourselves." Arthur spoke, but they didn't listen.

The both of them were too blinded by the doomed loyalty to Dutch. They sided with him, while Arthur was left with just [Y/n] and John. Besides them, there was also Micah and his own friends he had brought to the gang recently. They were outnumbered.

"My own flesh and blood has turned against me." Dutch concluded in a cold voice [Y/n] hadn't heard before. He had never been a good father, but now... his transformation was complete. The man who had once been a leader, had been replaced by a ghost of himself, driven by greed and paranoia

"You brought it upon yourself." [Y/n] spat.

Micah sneered, "And here I was thinking blood runs thicker than water. Seems a good fuck can change a lady's mind so easily. Wouldn't suspect that of cowpoke, but seems this day is full of surprises."

[Y/n] winced at Micah's remark. She wanted nothing more than to shoot him then and there.

And she tried to. But her hands were trembling with anger, and she missed.

"Put your guns down!" An unknown voice yelled out.

The pinkertons. They ran into the camp, or whatever was left of it, and started shooting. The Pinkertons had arrived, their shouts and gunfire piercing through the madness. The world started to crash down. [Y/n], Arthur, and John found places to use as a cover. The girl didn't even care what would happen with her father now. She had to focus on the pinkertons.

After a few minutes, when the trio knew they won't get out of it this way, John called out, "[Y/n], Arthur, into the caves!"

They didn't think twice before running inside the cave, following the gloomy and scary passages. The pinkertons ran after them and [Y/n] hoped John was leading them to some second entrance. They couldn't afford hitting a dead end.

"Micah was a rat, Milton told me." Arthur confessed as they kept running.

"We should've let him rot in that jail in Strawberry." [Y/n] thought out loud.

There was a ladder, leading them upwards. And another one, and a third one. As the surroundings started to become lighter with the outside's air, [Y/n] thought they might be getting out of that cave before the pinkertons get them.

"John," Arthur turned to his friend when the trio reached fresh air finally, "Abigail is safe, Jack too. They're with Sadie." Then he turned to [Y/n], and tried to stop a cough before speaking to her, "You, [Y/n], I want you to go and–"

"Go where?" The girl interrupted him. "Go and do what?"

"We have to separate here. John and I will go this way, you'll go join Sadie."

In the meantime, John called for their horses. Except that [Y/n]'s didn't come, which could only mean one thing.

"They killed her..." [Y/n] mused, and for a moment she couldn't fight the urge to cry. A few tears had escaped. "Now I have to go with you."

But, again, there was no more time to think. They mounted their horses, Arthur insisting [Y/n] rides with John in case they had to go separate ways. She didn't mount John's horse, she sat on the back of Arthur's. She knew that he knew there was no time to argue.

And they ran again. Ran, followed by the bullets shot by Dutch, Micah, Bill, Javier, and those men Micah brought to the gang. Dutch van der Linde was many things, and he never played the role of the father well, but even now [Y/n] was shocked to see him chasing after them, not afraid of the risk to shoot his own daughter.

When they escaped them, they kept running into the pinkertons. They seemed to be everywhere, as if they knew their next moves.

The trio tried to escape running up a mountain, but they were stopped. [Y/n] saw John falling off his horse, and no sooner the same happened to herself and Arthur.

"Buell!" The girl called out, seeing the animal lying on the ground with a bullet wound. "These motherf–"

They had to shoot now. There was no way out if they didn't kill all those pinkertons. And, fueled by the rage, [Y/n] felt as if she could shoot them all by herself. Hell, she would gladly choke all of them with her bare hands if she got the chance.

"Come on!" John called out after they have dealt with pinkertons. He knew this wouldn't last long.

[Y/n] ran up to Arthur, who was kneeling next to Buell, gently petting the horse's mane. The girl didn't even get to be with her mare when she got killed, so she had to be at least with Buell.

"Let's go!" John repeated.

"Give us a moment!" Arthur shouted back.

[Y/n] touched the horse gently and Arthur leaned over his head. This was such a heartbreaking thing to witness. Arthur received this horse from a man who had lost his leg in the war. Found him randomly in the woods, when the horse bucked him off and his leg got stuck in a stirrup. Arthur helped him and became friends, visiting from time to time. They went hunting once, and the veteran got attacked by a giant boar. With his last breath, he asked Arthur to take care of Buell. And Arthur did, until the horse's last breath, too.

With one last final, "Thank you," that Arthur whispered to Buell, they were ready to run further.

"Let's go." John said for the third time.

Arthur asked, "What about the money?"

"Money?" [Y/n] sobbed, wiping away a few last tears. "What about Micah? We have to get rid of him."

"I go down there, I'm dead in five minutes," John stated, "I have a family, that's more important."

"You're right," Arthur admitted, thinking John must be making sense for the first time in his life, "[Y/n], you go with John. I'm going back for the money."

"No, you're not." The girl protested firmly. She wasn't losing Arthur, not like that. "We go together or we don't go at all."

Arthur knew it was pointless to argue with [Y/n]. If she inherited anything from Dutch, it was the subborness.

Arthur also knew that he didn't have much longer left. He was actively dying from tuberculosis that he hasn't even told [Y/n] about yet. If soon he was going to take his last breath, he wanted [Y/n] to go, not see him like this. He had always been a tough man, he couldn't let the girl he loved more than anything in the world see him die beaten by a stupid illness. "Fine, let's go." He muttered and the trio started once again running. He had no idea how to get out of this. There was no way out for him, but he still could help [Y/n] and John.

They needed to find a higher ground, running up a mointain. It was very steep, they had to be careful. At least they knew they were safe from the bullets, for now. The pinkertons would come back to the cave, as Micah most likely told them about the money hidden inside.

"Keep, pushing, Arthur!" John said.

Arthur stopped running. He stood bent slightly, propping his arms on his knees. It seemed to [Y/n] like he has difficulty to take a breath. An expression of worry grew on her face. She knew he had some kind of sickness, but she didn't realize how serious it was until this moment.

"Arthur, let's go, we've made it so far." She said, the tears threatening to appear in her eyes once again.

"I think I've pushed all I can." Arthur admitted, coughing out some blood. He straightened his posture, being able to breathe a bit better momentarily.

John walked up to him, "We ain't got time for this."

"We ain't all gonna make it."

His words hit [Y/n] worse than any bullets. She ran up to Arthur, grabbing his arm, trying to make him step forward.

"Don't talk nonsense," she tried to pull him, but even in this state he was still stronger than her, "Arthur, I'm not going anywhere without you."

"You both go." Arthur insisted. "I'll hold them off. There ain't no more time to talk." With these words, he reached for his sachel and handed it over to John. Then, he took his hat off and placed it on [Y/n]'s head.

She knew what that mean. She knew Arthur was prepared to die. But she couldn't let him. She couldn't imagine a life without him. He truly was the love of her life, how was she supposed to keep going if he died on that mountain?

Arthur turned to [Y/n], his eyes softening as he took her face in his hands. "You need to keep going, no matter what happens. You understand?"

[Y/n] shook her head, tears welling up again. "Don't talk like that, Arthur. We're getting out of this. All three of us."

But Arthur knew better. He could feel the life slipping away from him with every breath, every step. "I need you to promise me something, [Y/n]."

"No, Arthur, no." She closed her eyes, hoping this would at least stop the tears.

"Look at me," Arthur said, gently placing his thumb on her chin and tilting her head up, "look at me, doll."

She slowly did as she was told, opening her eyes to meet his. Her heart was racing, knowing that these might be the last moments they have together. His gaze was full of love, as if in these seconds he wanted to love her for all the time he won't be able to in the future.

"You've been the light in my life, the good in me." Arthur told her.

"You've been my everything." She whispered, the lump in her throat making it difficult to speak.

"You get out of here with John. When I'm gone, you'll find a good man, one that'll give you the life you deserve. You're young, you can start a family, forget about me. I don't know what I did to deserve your love, but it's the time you bless someone worthy with it."

[Y/n] shook her head, her hands gripping Arthur's coat as if she could somehow anchor him to this world, keep him from fading away. "I'll never forget you. You're the love of my life."

"You deserve so much more than this life, [Y/n]. More than what I could ever give you. But you can still have it. You can still have everything you want, a future, a family, happiness."

But [Y/n] was stubborn, as always. "There's no future if you're not in it."

For a moment, Arthur looked as though he might break, as though he might give in to the desire to stay with her, to fight for a few more moments together. She tried to kiss him, and it took all the strenght his ill body had to stop her.

"I love you, [Y/n]," sounded his final words, "I love you more than anything in this world. But you have to go. For me. I'll love you till my last breath."

"And I'll love you until mine," that was the only thing she could promise him, "I'll never forget you."

The sound of gunshots echoed nearby, and the trio knew there was no more time. [Y/n] would trade anything to have a few more minutes with Arthur. She would walk down to Hell to speak to the Devil himself if he could grant her a bit more time.

John grabbed [Y/n], as much as it pained him, he had to drag her away. They had to run. That's what Arthur wanted.

As she was being dragged away, [Y/n] watched Arthur climb, trying to reach an even higher spot of the mountain.

"Arthur is doing this so you can live. Don't let it be for nothing." John said.

[Y/n] didn't reply. They had to make an escape, and they did so in silence, but the girl didn't even feel her own legs, she just trusted they were there. There was no life for her if Arthur died. This life had been all she knew. How she was supposed to live without the gang, and without him?

"John." She said firmly, somehow finding the strenght in herself to not cry anymore. "I'm going back there."

[Y/n] had been hit by the realization that she doesn't have anything to lose. Everything she had, she already either sacrificed or lost. Her mother, the gang, her father, her horse, and now Arthur, her Arthur.

John stopped dead in his tracks, turning around to face [Y/n]. "No, you ain't."

"I ain't got nothing to lose. Either I'll be dragging his dead body to the pearly gates and bribing the God to revive him, or I'll die there with him."

John looked into her eyes just to see fire in them. He understood her love for Arthur and her desperation to save him, and maybe he would have even done the same for Abigail. Except it was plain stupid to do such thing for a man, who was already dying.

"Damn it," John muttered, knowing he can't stop her, "you're as brave as you're stupid. The both of you."

[Y/n] took off Arthur's hat that he had given her, and passed it to John. "You're the best brother I could've had. When I die, I'll look up at you and expect to see you treating Jack and Abigail well. No more running away."

"You mean look down." He corrected her.

"Oh, I'm definitely going to Hell. And I'll be waiting for you, just wait at least fifty years." She chuckled and pulled John in for a quick hug. When they pulled away, she could see tears in his eyes. But [Y/n] wasn't going to cry, not anymore.

She had no reason to cry now. Her time was over. If Arthur was going to die, she was dying there with him, and she was ready for this. More ready than for a future without him.

"Take care of your family," [Y/n]'s last words for John sounded, "make sure they get the life they deserve. Make sure you get that life, too." And with that, she turned away and walked back to where Arthur was supposed to be.

John nodded, his throat too tight to speak. He knew he would carry this moment with him for the rest of his life. The night he had lost the two people who were like siblings to him. He had lost much more, but it didn't matter.

[Y/n] had nothing left to lose, nothing left to live for but this one last act of love. If she could save Arthur, it would be worth it. And if she couldn't... then at least they would die together, side by side, as they should have lived.

There were no more gunshots to follow, not a sound of any fight. [Y/n] climed up the rocks, finding the path where she had last seen Arthur. She saw someone walking her way, not someone who she yearned to see.

"You goddamn rat!" [Y/n] yelled as she grabbed Micah by his coat. She didn't know where she found this strenght in her body, but she managed to throw him such a powerful punch in the face that he had to take a few steps back, almost falling off a cliff.

"You just won't give up, will you?" He said, his usual malice still audible in his voice.

"Did you kill him?" She asked, pointing her gun at him.

"He's alive. Not for much longer though."

[Y/n] clenched her jaw, her grip on the gun tightening so hard her knuckles went white. She felt her anger building up inside her, threatening to explode at any moment. "I should've put a bullet in your head a long time ago."

"Come on, do it now then," he laughed, the sound getting into [Y/n]'s head as she contemplated the decision, "we both know you're too soft to do it. How can such a failure be Dutch's daughter? I bet your mama wasn't the most loyal to your daddy."

That was it, her breaking point. [Y/n] knew putting a bullet in Micah wouldn't fix what was already broken, but at least she could stop any further damage he would cause if he stayed alive.

[Y/n] pulled the trigger, aiming for Micah's head, right between his eyes. His body fell down the cliff, and [Y/n] watched that happen. She felt absolutely nothing. No remose. But also no ease. Not until she could see Arthur.

She ran towards where Micah came from. She found Arthur lying down, his upper body propped on a rock. His face was turned towards the east, looking at the sunrise, even though he had always loved the sunset.

"Arthur..." She said.

His eyes searched for the source of the sound, Arthur thought he was having hallucinations. He forced a smile on his beaten face when he saw her.

"You damn fool, [Y/n]." He said in a weak, raspy voice. Not the kind of rasp [Y/n] loved to hear in the mornings, but the one that emphasized Arthur's condition. "I told you to go with John."

"I couldn't leave you, Arthur." She said, losing all her power to not cry. She knelt down beside him, looking at his injuries. His face was full of little cuts and bruises, some blood. But he didn't seem to have gotten shot.

Tears shone in her eyes. And she must have been the most beautiful thing Arthur had ever laid his eyes on. The way the orange morning sunrays touched her face made Arthur feel butterflies in his stomach. It was way nicer to die when he had this sight in front of him. But it wasn't fair to her.

"Doll," he breathed out, "I'm dying."

"No, you're going to be fine." She stuttered, the pain in her voice betraying how delusional she was being. She couldn't accept the reality of the situation. She refused to believe that the man she loved more than anything was slipping away from her.

She took his hands in hers. His touch used to be so hot it could put the Devil to shame. But now his hands were colder than the coldest night in Colter.

"I've got tuberculosis." Arthur confessed to her finally.

"What?" A puzzled expression appeared on her face. "Since when?"

"Since I killed Thomas Downes."

[Y/n]'s heart dropped. She had heard rumors about the sickness, the way it slowly drained the life out of a person, but she never imagined that Arthur, her Arthur, had been battling it all this time. It explained so much, the coughing fits, the way he had grown weaker, more distant. And yet, he had never told her, never let on just how bad it was.

"I deserved to know." She replied, her voice cracking. "I could've helped you."

"I didn't want to worry you, doll. Didn't want you to see me like this. You deserved better than that."

"I loved you, I still do, and I would've stayed by your side no matter what. You should've told me. We could–" She choked on her words, realizing there was nothing they could've done to stop it.

A small, sad smile tugged at the corner of Arthur's lips. "You've always been too good for me, [Y/n]. I ain't ever deserved you, not really."

"Don't say that, Arthur. You deserve everything. And now you're dying here. Alone."

"I ain't alone." Arthur murmured, his voice growing weaker with every word. "You're here, right? That's all I ever needed."

She nodded, her heart breaking as she watched him struggle to keep his eyes open. The sunrise was casting a warm glow over his face, and for a moment, [Y/n] could almost pretend that they were somewhere else, somewhere safe, where they could live the life however they wanted to. Away from all the bullshit they had to go through.

But reality was cold and its walls were closing in on them. She could feel Arthur slipping away, his fingers holding onto hers weaker with each passing moment. She wanted to scream, to beg for more time, but it would be in vain.

Arthur stopped fighting the urge to close his eyes. "Promise me, doll... you'll find a way to live... without me." He could barely speak anymore, yet he managed to utter these words.

"I love you, Arthur." [Y/n] said instead, because she didn't want to make a promise she couldn't keep.

His grip on her hands loosened, and his chest rose and fell one last time. [Y/n] leaned in, pressing a kiss to his forehead. She held him close, cradling his head in her arms as they were bathed in the warmth of the sunrise. She stayed like that, long after he was gone, her tears mixing with the blood and dirt on his skin. Arthur was gone, and with him, a part of her died too. She had nothing left to lose, nothing left to fight for, except the memory of the man she loved.

[sofiiif]

The one thing I love about nevermore is that there not even one character I hate/despite.

Lenore? An icon, a legend. The moment.

Annabel lee? She's the woman. She's my love.

Duke? My boy, my man.

Pluto? Also my boy, also my man.

Ada? She's me, but with woman.i love her

Morella? MY LOOOOVE. KISSES AND HUGS.

Berenice? Slay. SLAAAAAAY.

Eulalie? Fucking kiss her in the cheeks.

Prospero? Cheff kiss

Montressor? I love you. But I hate you. But you are so cool.

Will? Pat pat on his head

THE DEANS?? Little brats. Love them.

The raven? Cheeky bird. Love him.

Every character has their own personality and story, they all do good and bad things, and the design is NEAT. None of them is perfect and THAT'S fine. And also, I love how they take the consequenzes of they're own actions.

[octuscle]

New class

Albert was more than disgusted. The fact that his father's chauffeur had been involved in an accident somewhere was unforgivable. But the fact that his parents told him to take the bus home if he didn't want to stay at boarding school at the weekend was downright impertinent. His parents thought he was a spoiled brat. And of course they were right. But was that Albert's fault? After all, they had let him grow up with a golden spoon in his mouth. And my God, he hadn't turned out that badly. Star of the swimming team, always perfectly styled golden curls. Dressed as if he was a cover model for Men's Vogue. He brought home good grades, he was popular and the daughters from better families queued up to get laid by him. But now he was standing at the bus stop, his Hermès weekender between his legs, waiting for the bus to take him to the station.

The worst part was the mocking looks from his classmates as they passed him in the heavy limousines. In this respect, the arrival of the bus was sheer relief. Albert looked at the bus driver like a cockroach. Fortunately, Dad's black credit card was accepted to buy the ticket. Unfortunately, the bus was full. Almost to the last seat. And the only free seat that Albert could reach without any problems was next to a young man his age. But age was the only unifying factor. Otherwise, the two were separated by education, money and style. And a different attitude to personal hygiene. Not only did the young man in his shiny tracksuit smell of tobacco and sweat, he also had one of his obviously unmanicured hands in his trousers and was scratching his balls with complete abandon despite Albert's presence. Albert rolled his eyes, took his cell phone out of his jacket pocket and started exchanging messages with his friends at home. The weekend needed to be planned. Tonight there would be a dinner party at his parents' house. A small circle, maybe 12 people. But apart from that, there were no plans yet.

Just as he had written a message to Vincent asking if they wanted to meet up at Annabell's after dinner, he felt sick. The Scally next to him held the hand that had just been working his scrotum under his nose. "Yo, like who do you even think you are, bro? But let's be real, deep down, the aroma of a straight-up Scally ball gets your juices flowin', am I right or what?" Albert almost gagged. "Yo dawg, you cool if I blaze up some dankity dank up in here?" Albert replied that of course it bothered him. And that it was forbidden to smoke on the bus. But somehow it made him feel dizzy. The smell of his neighbor's hands… Somehow… Hot! While he was still trying to collect himself, he felt the smelly and calloused hands of his seatmate on his chin. His face was turned gruffly in the Scally's direction. And he blew his tobacco smoke directly into Albert's handsome face. "Yo dude, my bad but I totally couldn't make it to the station. But like, I'm willing to bet no one gets that struggle quite like you, you hardcore chain-smoking addict!"

Albert had never smoked before… The scally handed him a packet of tobacco and cigarette paper. Albert hesitated for a moment. Just a moment. And then he started rolling a cigarette. Like a pro. With nicotine-stained fingers. He stuck the first cigarette behind his ear. And he rolled a second cigarette. He held the butt in his trembling hand. Shit, how long would it take before they arrived at this damn station? He hadn't got that far yet. But he couldn't hold out much longer. The man sitting next to him seemed to have read his thoughts. He pulled Albert's head towards him, turned his face towards his and gave Albert a deep French kiss. And exhaled the freshly inhaled tobacco smoke. Smoke flowed through Albert's lungs. Shit, that felt good. Almost as good as the tongue in his mouth. His cock got hard, even harder when the scally started to knead the bulge in Albert's trousers.

The bus came to an abrupt stop. The Scally suddenly spat in Albert's face and got out of his seat over Albert. He obviously had a hard-on too. Albert grabbed his Nike sports bag and followed the guy without thinking. He was met with one hand in his pants and one on a freshly lit cigarette. The scally pulled his hand out of his pants, took his lighter out of his pocket and gave Albert a light. “My name's Mason, by the way. And you, pal,” Albert took a deep drag. Damn, that felt good. He held out his hand to Mason. Mason turned it into a fist bump. “Nice to meet you, Berty! Shit, who beat you up like that?” Albert looked at Mason questioningly. Mason pulled out his cell phone, switched the camera to selfie mode and held the screen up to Albert. Bloody hell! His nose had obviously been broken not so long ago and there was a freshly stitched laceration over his right eye. And his left eye was bloodshot and swollen. “Mate, I straight up wrecked that fool in the third round. Like, it wasn't even me getting KO'd, it was the other dude. I was just too dank for him to handle.” What the hell?!?! Did he just say that?

Albert stroked his bald head. The stubble was itchy. He had last shaved the day before yesterday. It was about time he used the razor again. Mason sniffed and snotted on the sidewalk. Berty followed his example and stubbed out his fag. Shit, Mason's cock was clearly visible under his training pants. Berty's filthy jockstrap, which he probably hadn't changed for a week, held his own hard-on back to some extent. Mason lit a new cigarette and walked wordlessly in the direction of the bus station bathroom stalls. A quick glance in Berty's direction, a grab for his crotch and Berty followed him inconspicuously. The two were not men of many words. Berty had been on the road all week working as a plumber. They showed their joy at seeing each other again in a good hard fuck in the run-down toilet.

The two of them hung out at the bus stop. Maybe a few more of their pals came by. Both were already horny again and could already cum again. But above all, Berty didn't feel like going home. His father was probably drunk again and his mother had enough to do with his eight younger siblings. Drinking beer and smoking at the bus stop wasn't the worst thing to do. He knew worse fates!

Awesome pic by @aismoker

[ideahat-universe]

Look what I found in an estate sale! It's quite old too!

It's a Raggedy Ann and Andy book.

At first I assumed it was a children's book, but it doesn't fit the typical conventions of a book meant to be read by someone who can barely read. Instead, it's somewhere between a chapter book and a children's book.

Kind of reminds me of Little House on the Prairie.

Annabelle screwed a really nice franchise, didn't it? Here we had the perfect doll, not overly sexualized, very modest, very cute, very huggable. Its central theme is love, friendship, and kindness.

Annabelle was some stupid ghost story made by some con artists and it tainted what was a really lovely toy line.

Now what do we have? Barbie, we can't decide if Barbie is terribly regressive because it promotes negative aspects about women's body image, or if Barbie is really empowering because she has 500 jobs and none of them involve being a mother or a wife.

Don't even get me started on Brats.

So much better with Barbie. Here's another image.

I'll be taking good care of the book as it has some age and wear on it.

If it interests you to read it.

You can find it here.

Thinking about it. This would be a splendid book to read to a child before they go to bed.

[tangledinink]

OH OH for Gemini AU what’s the boys’ relationship with Big Mama’s staff? New employees who have just gotten into the gig and met the boss’s kids and old employees who have been there for years? Do they get along with any of them? Some? None? I just think it’s neat because there are so many people who work for Big Mama, and in the show we don’t see too many details about her staff

Also what do the twins think of the audience? I think you’ve mentioned their idea of being famous and getting attention before but I would love to hear more of your thoughts about their relationship with the Nexus audience :)

Oh what a fun question. A lot of the older/senior employees have known the twins since they were little hold at least SOME degree of affection for them. They maybe be horrendous brats, but they're still sweet kids overall, and it's hard not to get at least a little attached. Even if they are frequently exasperated with them...

There were certainly staff members who knew Leo and Donnie since they were young and took protest with how they were treated and/or their Battle Nexus careers. It was always difficult for Leo and Donnie when beloved staff members, (particularly tutors or nannies) would suddenly 'quit' without warning.

Newer staff members typically haven't had a chance to build a bond with the Twins the way more senior staff members have, but they also didn't have to live through Leo and Donnie's early childhoods, where they truly just ran wild through the hotel. Nowadays Leo and Donnie are overall cordial and respectful to staff, and try to make it a point to learn any full-timers names, especially if they brush shoulders with them regularly... but they can still be absolute nightmares when they wanna be.

Staff Members that they are particularly close with/fond of include the doorman Reynard, the sous-chef Annabelle, the housekeeper Maisie, their tutor Kassio, and their coach Tigerclaw.

The Gemini have a love-hate relationship with "The Audience." On one hand, the Audience is success. Cheering fans mean they did good. Eyes on them is the goal; they are celebrities, they are famous, and if they fill stadiums, then they are doing something right. They are giving Mama what she wants and that means life is gonna be good. They depend a lot on "The Audience" for their own sense of value. If there are no cheering fans, how can they know if they're doing a good job or not? On the other hand, the Audience is expectations. If they're in front of The Audience that means they have to be on. That means they can't fuck up. They have to be celebrities, they have to fill their 'role' and play the part that's been set for them and they cannot mess up or flub their lines. They know better. Being in front of The Audience means the pressure is on.

They want the Audience. They need the Audience. When they're not in front of The Audience, they miss it. But when they are, they're exhausted by it and they want out. It's an endless cycle.

If you asked them, they'd say something along the lines of "loving their fans" and "appreciating their support," or some other script that was fed to them a long time ago that they've long since perfected, and they'd probably think that they meant it.

[strapskinkstories]

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Jeff was invited by Mommy Annabelle, a German Mistress who was well known for extreme breathplay and cruel unusual diaper games. One of her most famous was "The Diaper Hood" While many people have imitated her diaper hood, only she knew how to truly make a man fear for his life with nothing more than a diaper and his own excrement. Jeff had put in a request on Annabelle's website years ago, he thought he would never hear from her. Then he got a text message from an anonymous number

"Hello Jeff, it's Mommy Annabelle, Mistress Annabelle, of MissAnnabelle on Twitter and my website that now no longer exists (long story short I let the contract expire) anyhow reply to this text or just show up to my dungeon if you want to have the cruelest diaper session of your life, you did say you wanted cruel right? Come to my address and lets do it!"

Jeff looked up the address in Maps and noticed it was five minutes from his house. He drove to the nondescript office building, all the windows were painted black and the door was a plain blue metal door. He knocked on it and a woman opened the door wearing a lovely red leather dress.

Mommy Annabelle wore a tight red leather dress and red high heel shoes. She came over to Jeff and hugged him squeezing his face snugly to her chest. Jeffs breaths sped up, he breathed deep and heavy. Mommy Annabelle said "Just breathe my leathery scent, let it drive you into a deep sleep on my chest." She held Jeff down, he didn't feel right doing this. Jeff whimpered and struggled trying to speak to this woman, but she just squeezed him down tighter into her sweet leathery scented sweaty breasts. It was sticky and warm, he fell asleep after a few minutes of her smothering him, limiting his breaths. When he reawoke he was sat in a lounge chair, his arms were in heavy rubber cuffs and his legs were in heavy rubber cuffs. The leg cuffs were tightly attached to the chair and a pair of loops attached Jeffs hands to his legs tightly. He couldn't move anything but his head.

Mommy Annabelle said "So you wanted the must cruel session ever huh? I think I can make that happen, especially considering I just got a shipment in." Mommy Annabelle walked in with a rolling dumpster, it stunk horribly of piss sweat and shit, the smell of old used diapers. Jeff screamed "What are you doing untie me from this chair you crazy woman!" Mommy Annabelle shouted "How rude! You ill mannered brat! I'll have to train that out of you before I let you leave these walls, if I let you leave!" Mommy Annabelle pulled her dress up slightly, she slid off a large pair of PVC bloomers and said "These will do well. You like them? Soft red PVC." She pressed her sweaty bloomers to his face. Jeff gagged and said "Mistress, Mommy, whatever you want me to call you this is not my thing! Please let me go!" Mommy Annabelle walked over to the giant trash bin filled with diapers, she pulled a bunch of diapers into her bloomers and said "These will do well, some nasty diapers from 80 year olds at the nursing home, they rarely shower, theyre really stinky and their shit is extremely thick and sticky!" Jeff screamed "GOD NO!!! NO WAY!!! I WAS EXPECTING SOME DIAPERS FROM OTHER GUYS AND MAYBE A LADY BUT NOT OLD MEN AND WOMEN IN NURSING HOME GROSS!!!" Mommy Annabelle shouted "You don't yell inside! Who taught you your manners! I need to teach you a very harsh lesson!" She pulled her PVC bloomers over his head tightly and pressed the disgusting diapers against his face.

Jeff made gurgling screams beneath the diaper and bloomers. Mommy Annabelle said "Scream twice if you promise you'll lick Mommys dirty leather dress clean!" Jeff screamed twice, he couldn't fathom spending another second with the shit and piss of 80 year old men and women over his face, he was suffocating and drowning in their excrement and sweat, it was disgusting! Mommy Annabelle said "Scream twice if you like being suffocated in filthy diapers!" Jeff was silent, he made gurgling sounds as he swallowed the filth trying to get air. Mommy Annabelle chuckled and said "Make a gurgling sound if you want me to bury you alive in diapers!' Jeff made a loud gurgling cry. She said "Seems like you want to be buried alive in diapers, I'll do that right after you lick my dress clean! I look forward to having someone clean my 40 year old dress clean, hasn't been cleaned once. Make sure you lick all the gross crusty sweat out of it!" Mommy Annabelle held the bloomers tight to Jeffs face and pulled them tighter and tighter pressing the diapers to his face saying "When you awaken I want you to tongue my dress clean like your life depends on it, miss a single spot and I bury you in that bin of diapers!" Jeff gulped as she pulled it so tight, it hurt his nose. It filled his nose with thick sludge. Jeff made almost silent gurgling cries, thrashing against the restraints before going limp. While he was blacked out Mommy Annabelle pulled her slimy nasty dress off and pulled it down over Jeffs head and upper body forcefully, squeezing him painfully tight! Mommy Annabelle let him awaken and said "GET LICKING" Jeff cried out "IT HURTS ITS TOO TIGHT I CANT ITS SO TIGHT AGAINST MY FACE" He could barely push his tongue into the leather to get air let alone lick it. He could barely lick it anyway it was so disgusting tasting.

Mommy Annabelle said as she pulled the leg straps off keeping his hands tied to his legs "Looks like someone needs to be thrown out like the trash they are. Dress lickers that don't lick my dress are defective, so I throw you away like other defective things, goodbye Jeff" She plunged a needle into his ass as she dumped him head first into the bin of diapers. she threw her bloomers full of diapers over him and wheeled the bin outside saying "Goodbye Jeff, was nice knowing you." The next morning it was horribly hot, it felt like Jeff was being cooked in a oven. Jeff cried weakly but knew it was no use. A loud truck approached and he felt the world turn upside down as he was dumped into the back of the truck, suddenly he felt everything get warmer and tighter as he was compacted into a bunch of fresh warm diapers that were just picked up, it was disgusting and nasty and forced foul fluids and sludge into his mouth and nose. Jeff cried silently knowing that this was going to be eternal, he would never die. Hours later he was dumped into the landfill, to be forgotten for eternity. Nothing but a trashed diaper.

[ablincoln666]

A Light in the Darkness

Part 4

Annabelle grinned at Aziraphale. She looked him up and down before standing up and being pushed back down by Michael. Aziraphale pushed her away from Annabelle before looking Annabelle in the eyes. “What are you dear?” Aziraphale asked, glancing at her face quickly before drifting back to his chair. 

“Hmm, what am I?” Annabelle sarcasm contemplated “I’m the asshole you had your angels drag from my band class, and the one they decided to shoot with arrows in front of 4 dozen middle school kids. That’s who!” Aziraphale glared at Annabelle before turning his attention to Michael and Uriel. “You and me should talk, Aziraphale. We need to bring our attention to the elephant in the god forsaken room. And without these idiots, if you wouldn’t mind.” Annabelle said, flicking a finger at the gasping angels as they tooken her words and her use of the lord's name.

“It's the Supreme Archangel to you brat!” Uriel said before having Aziraphale stiffen and forced her and Michael out. Annabelle smirked at the angels as they left furious. 

“Dear I understand that you might be scared and all but please remain calm and explain to me what you were doing with a miracle in a public place. And if you wouldn’t mind maybe stating your name.” Aziraphale sat at his chair and waited for Annabelle to sit but she just stood there frowning as she stared at him. She crossed her arms over her chest, she climbed in the chair, but stood up in the chair and sat on the back of the chair instead. Aziraphale raised an eyebrow as he thought of someone that he once knew that would have copied the child.  

“Annabelle, my name is Annabelle Griffin. Happy?” 

“Most certainly, my dear.” 

“Now for the problem and the solution I'm guessing?”

“What problem……” Aziraphale dragged on the silence as he searched through the catalogs of angels. Not finding a single Annabelle Griffin or even an angel that looks like the child sitting in front of him. “You aren't in my files dear. Are you even an angel?” 

“Yes and no……I guess but really I don’t really know how to explain it other than just showing you, but not here.” Annabelle jumped off the chair and pulled the hairs out of the way of her tinted glass. She didn’t even realize them until now knowing that her identity was still safe towards Aziraphale, but those angels knew what her eyes looked like. That will come back to bite her in the ass but for now there is no need to worry when she still has to worry about what she might do next. 

“Aziraphale we need to leave now. Or I won't make it back to earth alive with Metatron around. We need to get to your bookshop now. Aziraphale we have to go!” Annabelle pleaded from the door of Aziraphale’s office. 

“Oh dear, I can’t just leave. I have duties to uphold here and I..I can’t go back there is someone I don’t think wants to see me ever again.” Aziraphale looked down at his shoes before standing up and walking towards Annabelle, placing a hand on her shoulder and directing her to the chair. 

“I’M GOING TO DIE YOU IDIOT! I DON’T WANT TO DIE, SO GET YOUR ASS UP AND GET US BACK TO EARTH!!” Annabelle yelled at his face. “You can’t sit around when the world is going to end over me, and you and a friend of mine are the only ones that can help me stop it. And this friend happens to be in Soho, London so let’s go before the world turns to goo!” Annabelle waved her hands around, gesturing to Aziraphale that the world is going to end but all he did was stare at her. Almost like he was trying to look through her tinted glasses to her eyes. “AZIRAPHALE!!” Annabelle yelled to get his attention.

“Dear I really can’t, I have to stay here.” Aziraphale said again, trying to make a point but getting nowhere. 

“Just come for a bit, okay? And at least meet my friend and then I can show you what you really do need to see.”

“(sigh) Okay dear, I will come but only to meet your friend and for you to show me this important thing of yours, okay?” Aziraphale said not knowing what he was getting himself into. 

“Great!” Annabelle said as she gripped his wrist and walked him out of his office and towards the elevator to Earth. She grinned as passing a couple of angels before entering the elevator with Aziraphale and pressing the Earth button. The elevator rang and the floor began to move down. Once they reached Earth the door rang and the two of them popped out in Soho, London right across from the bookshop. Annabelle grinned even more when she saw the Bentley parked outside and movement within it.

Part 5 coming soon.....

[mermaidsirennikita]

Hey any recs on best friend's brother and brother's best friend? I looked but I couldn't find any on your blog

Yep! I do.

Brother's Best Friend:

The Duke in Question by Amalie Howard. Historical. In this one, the hero is a retired spy and the heroine is kind of getting active in that sphere; they end up in this cat and mouse situation before working together, and along the way he fucks her against a tree, only to be SO. DISMAYED. When he looks at a handkerchief she used to clean up after and realizes there's a TEENY bit o blood, and he's like "*GASP* I TOOK YOUR MAIDENHEAD????" and she's all "omg dude it's literally not a big deal shut the fuck up"

The Rake's Guide to Seduction by Caroline Linden. Historical. Hero realized he was falling for his best friend's sister right before she got engaged; six years later, she's a depressed widow and he's a dissolute rake, and they reunite at a house party... thrown by her brother. Who does walk in on them doing something pretty UNCHILL at one point.

Goddess of the Hunt by Tessa Dare. Historical. This is one where the heroine is obsessed with one of her brother's OTHER friends, so the brother is like can you please pretend to court my sister to distract her, and she catches on and is like PLEASE PRETEND TO COURT ME SO I CAN MAKE HIM JEALOUS, but then they end up having sex and have to get married lol. This is one of the funniest usages of the scenario to me because the brother is like lmao dude I know you aren't actually fucking my sister, you don't have to marry her and the best friend is like "bro... I do...." and he's all "haha no you don't" and it's like ".... no bro... I really do..." and it's basically this scene in a historical romance:

The Earl I Ruined by Scarlett Peckham. Historical. A favorite of mine! The hero has been in love with his best friend's little sister for years, but she's kind of a brat and ruins his life by spreading a rumor that he likes to get spanked (he's a politician so it matters)... And now she's trying to make up for it by getting fake-engaged to him. What she doesn't know is that he's actually the one who likes to do the spanking :D

Every Yours, Annabelle by Elisa Braden. Historical. In this one, the heroine was infatuated with her brother's best friend, but was involved in a total accident that left him with permanent mobility issues. Anyway, years later they end up back in each other's orbit again when he starts looking for a wife, and...well... shit hits the fan in the best way.

In Which Margo Halifax Earns Her Shocking Reputation by Alexandra Vasti. Historical. The heroine is a wild woman, and ends up on a roadtrip to stop her twin sister from marrying the wrong man... and alongside her is her brother's best friend, who's long been in love with her. Oh, and he's a virgin.

Sinner by Sierra Simone. Contemporary erotic romance. Sean Bell is a slutty slutty businessman who's sent in to convince a convent to let his company buy this building without issue. Their representative, however, is a novice named Zenny... His best friend's little sister. Zenny's about to become a nun but wants to experience sex before she gives up earthly pleasures (it's not just horny it's a very thoughtful decision) and... she enlists Sean to do it. CLASSIC best friend's brother book. And then... lol...

Saint by Sierra Simone. Contemporary erotic romance. The next book in the series. Because in Sinner, Sean walks in on a situation and realizes that Zenny's older brother Elijah, his best friend, is fucking SEAN'S little brother Aiden!!! This book is a few years later. Aiden left Elijah really abruplty to become a monk, and is shaken when years later Elijah returns with his fiancee to do a journalism thing, and ultimately he and Aiden end up on an international wine tour.... And SHIT. HITS. THE. FAN. MORE SO. (This counts as brother's best friend sorry.)

Best Friend's Brother:

Scoundrel of My Heart by Lorraine Heath. Historical. The heroine enlists her best friend's annoying brother to help her catch the attention of a duke... Only to fall for the brother. Just after they kiss, however, his family loses EVERYTHING. Fast-forward a year (or two?) and the heroine is engaged to the duke... Only to crash back into the hero's world. It's sooooo angsty and I fucking LOVE IT. I LOVE IT.

The Wrong Marquess by Vivienne Lorret. Historical. The heroine actually makes a new friend, and that friend's brother is super suspicious of her and haaates her lol. Except he actually wants her, he realizes. So badly that he wants to lick the bowl after she finishes her ice cream. It's such a fun book, the heroine is waiting around for her childhood friend to propose, the hero is STARVING.

Her Prodigal Passion by Grace Callaway. Historical. The heroine is in love with her friend's brother, a total dissolute rake... And then they share a Moment when he's too drunk (and possibly high) to remember. A long while later, they're back in conflict, and, well‚ we end up needing a marriage of convenience.... Also there's a sexy phrenology scene, which kills me.

The Viscount Always Knocks Twice by Grace Callaway. Historical. The heroine is a hoyden~ with a platonic male friend... and she hates his stodgy older brother so much. And he hates her. Except he actualyl wants to defile her. Excellent!

The Next Best Fling by Gabriella Gamez. Contemporary. OH YES. This is recent. The heroine is pining for her male best friend, and after he announces his engagement she finds his brother drunkenly rehearsing his own love confession for the bride??? And so she's like oohhhhh no, and ends up in a fake relationship with him that turns into a real situationship... So fun, so good.

[celticcrossanon]

Hello Celta, Welcome Back.

I saw an interesting tarot reading on a livestream by Annabelle of Fortune Cookies Tarot. She asked whether Charles was gonna take action against his son. He seemed stymied by his parenting choices. He literally wants Harry to acknowledge that he did go to extraordinary lengths to protect him especially after his mother passed, he went above and beyond. He can’t get to the point where he can understand that Harry will never acknowledge anything positive about his family. Unfortunately he still sees him as a 13 year old, not as a 39 year destructive petulant brat. William and him are an an impasse, because William wants things done yesterday and Charles won’t piss or get off the pot.

The courtiers are telling him that this is not a matter of parenting issues anymore, this is mortally damaging the monarchy and he needs to act, but Charles seems reluctant. They tell him everything will be in ruin and ashes, and does he want this for his legacy? She then asked, what decision will he make? She then pulled the Catherine card, Queen of Pentacles. So apparently it’s takes Catherine to save the situation. He will make decisions as a monarch and not as a father. It’s gone too far already.

Oh my god. Where is Anne and Camilla in all this. Why aren’t they exerting more influence on him? Must Catherine do everything herself? While being viciously attacked and bullied herself ? I have no faith in Charles. He will put his head in his hands and wail and moan while everything falls down around him. It’s what he does best.

Hi AnonymousRetired,

That reading fits very well with the reading I just did, asking the universe what King Charles should do in this situation. The underlying energy of my reading was that Charles has to put the monarchy first and his son second, as this situation can not continue - exactly what the courtiers are telling Charles in the above reading. Now if only Charles would listen to them...

I agree that it is not fair to ask Catherine to save this situation. It should come from the King. I am waiting to see what Charles does and hoping that this time he will do something to help the situation, while at the same time recognising that the past actions of the King with respect to Harry (over Harry's entire lifetime) are not exactly encouraging. Still, Charles has shown some sense with dealing in Harry in the past year - his position at the coronation, removing him as a tenant from Frogmore Cottage, leaving the country so he can't be forced to meet with Harry - so maybe there is some hope for him.

For all we know, Anne, Camilla, Edward etc are giving their opinions to Charles and trying to influence him. Charles could just be ignoring their advice. We don't know what goes on behind the scenes and the newspapers certainly don't report on it. :)

Do you have a link to the livestream? Is it up as a video? I looked but could not find it. If you do have a link I will put it in here so we can all see it for ourselves.

Link from @fortunecookiestarot

[blueberry-bubbles130]

Here’s my medieval miraculous au.

I’m calling it the Princess Chloe au, because like all my Chloe Bourgeois au’s they’re mainly about her. Plus I’m a sucker for medieval stuff and au’s. My favourite part of history is the Wars of the Roses. And I’m going through watching some of the classic barbie movies again (Princess and the Pauper, 12 dancing princesses and rapunzel)

The story is more simple than my other au’s.

After being forced to flee her kingdom after her mother usurped the throne from her father, using the power of the butterfly and peacock miraculous. Princess Chloe Annabelle Bourgeois is on a quest to gather allies and find the guardian of the mythical miraculous. Specifically the bee miraculous, that offers the power of subjugation. In order to take the kingdom back and defeat her evil mother.

It’s probably the most positive au I’ve got. Which isn’t really saying much for me. Most of my au’s have a lot of horror in them, so give me a few months of drawing and writing au and it’ll be straight horror again. The positive aspect comes from Chloe gathering the allies she needs to defeat her mother. She’s been raised a lot differently in this au, so she’s not a brat and more willing to compromise and help people. She’s going to be making a lot of long-term friends.

Design wise, I gave her freckles because she looks cute with them. This au does take place around the mid 1400s and I was intending to make the fashion historically accurate. But that isn’t happening, at least not accurate to the 1400s. It’s more of a mix of some of the Tudor fashion, a fashion from a later era and some elements of Lolita fashion. The clothing sketches are quite rushed, which I apologise for, since yet again I’m drawing this late. The dress on the left is one of her dresses before she is forced to flee. Which I will redraw in detail later to make it more fancy. The other is her main outfit after she flees and is travelling France to gain allies and make friends.

I’m hoping to make some more content for this au for the foreseeable future, because this is my favourite au. And I’m having a little bit of burnout from Orchids and Memories, so I’m taking a little break from it.

[saintsir4n]

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WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF PARENTAL NEGLECT AND SUBSTANCE ABUSE

CALYPSO spent the entire summer alone, her home was full of people, her six siblings who bounced between their Upton estate and the several others they took up residency. Her parents were too wrapped up with each other to notice whenever she would enter the room. Not even a loud fake cough or shattering glass would break them from their love-bound spell.

So Calypso had no choice but to occupy herself like she had been doing throughout her adolescence. Books mainly kept her company, well until television flashed before her and she made friends with the people on the screen. Sure she called her friends, who startled her with their active lives. They asked about what she was getting up to, and the answer was always the same, up to no good. It wasn't a lie. She really was, a quick fuck here and a few books there, until the words on the page didn't quench her thirst. After all, she was a university student who needed fun, and so she found it, all over town until pleasure faded and she had no choice but to find long-lasting love between the ancient tales she read.

She wanted love, she craved it.

And when she arrived on campus again she saw it, standing as tall as the clouds, sporting a nice blue jumper, and holding a cigarette. And so she smiled, no, she wore a Disney-like-grin and picked up her step.

"Well if it isn't the spoilt brat?" Farleigh's remark, made everyone follow his amused gaze as they gathered in the courtyard.

"Like you're one to talk Farls," Calypso teased, quickly being met with welcomes and hellos from Oxford's most infamous college.

Her light and lure were effortless and travelled to the small group like a virus. She either received a hug or small talk before her gaze landed on what belonged to Felix Catton; the knight and shining armour of the university. His white cloak and the sword were his cheeky smile and cigarette, the latter he dropped to the ground to pick Calypso up, neglecting to see the envy splattered across some of their faces.

"I've missed you," he mumbled into her neck as she snaked her arms around his, legs wrapping around his waist.

She was lucky she was wearing jeans or her whole world would be on show.

Her heart fluttered as she whispered, "I've missed you too."

"If you're not gonna fuck her, you should put her down Felix," Farleigh called out after taking another drag, nauseated by how they stared into each other's eyes. It was always like that, yet admitting feelings was never on the table, so instead they fucked other people in private and acted like a couple in public. "At least let the girl unpack."

"I could help you," Felix offered, carefully placing her down next to a displeased Annabel.

India stood near Farleigh, forcing herself to pay more attention to the smoke drifting around them than the affectionate scene.

Calypso waved her off, "Already done."

Felix nodded slowly, keeping his eyes solely on her as he shuffled closer.

Alicia questioned, "Did one of your fit brothers help?"

That seemed to uplift some of the girl's moods. The Danforth brothers were royalty around there despite not being alumni. They were notorious for being good-looking and total catches until they got bored and focused on someone else. Players, unlike their parents, but what's wrong with a bit of eye candy?

Felix caught the stiffening of Calypso's shoulders as she answered, "As if they would come here, they're busy and it's too mad for them."

"Not all of them," Farliegh muttered as Jake joined them and said a quick hello to the Danforth girl.

Calypso reassured, ignoring Farleigh's quip, "Besides, it didn't take long."

"Unlike my –" Jake's jest was cut short by their collective groans.

Felix said, "I would've helped you."

Settling down a hand on his arm, Calypso nodded, "I know Lix."

Felix smiled like a madman, unbeknownst that the entire interaction was being observed.

___

Dinner at Oxford was a lively event, well for some at least. Arriving at the intimate venue where the lights were low and the tables were packed amused Calypso dearly. The first years arrived as groups or on their lonesomes. She, of course, knew Felix and Farleigh. Old friends of the family, the Cattons and Danforths went back decades but regardless of their bonds, she quickly made friends with a girl on her course.

Monika Jain, a gorgeous girl with big brown eyes, dark skin and black silky hair. Like Rapunzel if she had a foul mouth and passion for ancient philosophy. She was surprisingly welcomed into their group the second she was introduced, whether it was because of her family paying for her tuition or the fact her father owned establishments in various parts of London.

Calypso chatted away, sitting between Monika and Felix, wearing her glasses since the lighting was grating on her eyes and her contacts were too irritating to put in. She was unaware of how much Felix thought the specs made her look sexy, especially when she read or concentrated on things.

The food was average. Not the best for what they paid for each year but it was edible enough.

Farleigh was on the other side of his cousin as they talked with their other friends, laughing at the gossip they had to spill whilst biting and down on all they could stomach. Well, that was until a harsh yell came from the opposite table.

Everyone collectively stilled only to recognise the voice of Michael Gavey. Or the freaky little git, Monika's voiced after moving in. He studied maths and made sure everyone knew.

"Gavey. The voice of serenity," Monika muttered, sharing a giggle with who sat Alicia opposite her.

Calypso cleared her throat, "As I was saying, if you want to really feel it, you have to do a double not a single."

"Laughing gas is old, playing in the snow is much better," Farliegh piped up.

"You don't play. You explore," Calypso basked in the laughter she received before Felix leaned down after swallowing another bit of food.

"You're gonna tell me what you did this summer. Really, what went on, Cali?" He whispered, glad that everyone returned to their own conversations, even his cousin.

Calypso wanted to tell although, preferring not to talk about her family but his soft tone did wonders for her ears. It was so caring and kind, even when he was throwing a strop.

She gulped, gingerly staring into his eyes, "Not much. Parents were around but not really."

Felix smiled, "You should've come to Saltburn. Dad needed someone to go bird-watching with. Mum was talking about how she missed your presence and the smell of your hair oils. Going on about how they added a tropical vibe to the grounds. And there was Vee, pestering me about when you would come and see her as if you're not my...friend."

"I just might come this year. Friend," she winked, earning a chuckle as he shook his head in disbelief.

Felix hated calling her a friend but there wasn't a word to replace it. Not right now, not when her presence made his head cloudy and confused. Every sound she made drove him up the wall. It was infuriating that he couldn't do more, that they couldn't do more, not when they still had people on their hook, but he would drop his the second she asked.

Calypso's beautiful laugh brought him out of his daze, she of course was amused by the looks she received from India, packed with jealousy as she downed her water.

"I'm guessing you two are done flirting," Monika rolled her eyes at the coy looks they gave each other. "I take that as a no, but I have a story to tell."

Farleigh leaned in, "This oughta be good."

___

The semester went on swimmingly, the Danforth girl spent days focused on readings from her course. Not many people took Ancient Philosophy, claiming they didn't see any future in it, but she was obsessed and the couple dozen students made it better. Discussions in seminars only got heated whenever Monika was involved, yet it was fun and educational.

Calypso never used to like learning or school, since she bounced between houses like an orphan, it was quite sad really. The youngest of seven, six brothers and the only girl. One would think she would have attention and love but her parents didn't give it to any of them, no they gave them money, and threw it at them whenever an issue surfaced. It wasn't done on purpose, they thought that was what parental love was. She was used to having to entertain herself at various boarding schools because she was often alone, and isolated for looking different. Being one of the few black kids at school was hard, and luckily when she met Farleigh she didn't let him go.

As the English temperature plummeted, the more she and her close group of friends frequented the library. Lifetimes of knowledge at the top of their fingers, but when it came down to it, studying went out the window when they came together.

When around Felix, Calypso found it easy to lose focus. His aura was distracting like his sole purpose was to enthral her from the moment he stepped into the room.

"What?" She asked, biting back a smile as he tossed a book between his hands.

He feigned innocence, "What?"

She playfully scoffed and went back to her book, aware of his eyes on her.

Farleigh choked back a gag, as he stared between the two, counting down the days before they shagged, so they could relieve everyone of the tension. It was hot and encapsulated them all.

It was worse when he was alone with just them.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, yearning for a cigarette but was constantly reminded of the smoking ban in the library, since he almost sat a whole case on fire the previous year after getting off with one of his professors who boosted his grades for a core course. "Stop."

"What?" The pair chorused as if they weren't the problem. Fortunately, they were sitting opposite each other but that wasn't much help.

Especially not when Felix's eyes zeroed in on a dove symbol hanging from her neck.

"You're wearing your necklace," he marvelled, smiling wider as he placed the book on his table.

"She has tones, I'm sure," Farleigh scoffed.

"Well this one I bought her," Felix's words drove her to gently trace over the charm.

Farleigh groaned, "Of course you did. British people are such saps."

"Well he's my sap," her tone might of been teasing but Felix's heart raced as he sheepishly smiled.

"Careful or he'll blow his load across the table," Fareligh's crudeness brought them out of their bubble.

"Christ Farleigh."

"I found it in my vanity box. Took it off during the summer because Caspian pestered me about who it was from," Calypso informed, ignoring the American.

"You could've said that I bought it," Felix said, holding back a frown.

He bought it around the same time as he got his eyebrow piercing, one maybe two years ago. It matched the tattoo on her stomach, which mirrored the birthmark on Felix's. He lusted over the ink tainting her skin, all the glimpses he saw made him go feral.

Calypso snorted, "And then receive lectures from all six of my brothers? It's exhausting."

"And what attractive-looking brothers they are," Farleigh remarked, pulling out his phone.

"You should say I got it for you next time. And send them my way if they have a problem with it."

Calypso and Fareligh exchanged a smirk, aware of Felix's attitude towards some of her brothers.

"You just want to pick a fight," she noted, playfully jabbing a finger in his direction.

Felix shrugged, "Maybe."

Farleigh went to add his two cents then cursed and looked at some of his notes from his lectures."Fuck, I just remembered, I forgot to tell you about my tutorial buddy."

Calypso rose a brow, "I feel sorry for the poor boy."

Felix chuckled at the dismay splattered across his cousin's face.

"Piss off," Farleigh paused, "Well I didn't forget, he's just got such a forgettable face I guess. Glasses, terrible taste in fashion and an accent I can't place." and an attitude he wasn't fond of.

"Sounds tragic," Calyspo remarked, checking out her nails, before she felt Felix's foot kick hers.

"Don't be mean," she pouted at his words.

Calypso feigned shock, "Yes, you're right, that's Farleigh's job."

Farleigh rolled his eyes, "I considered myself to be a realist. People can't handle that, especially you dear cousin, it bursts your heroic bubble."

"Can't have that, can we Lix?" Calypso reached across the table to grab his hand, positively surprised when he didn't let go, he wouldn't dare to.

"It's not a heroic bubble," Felix retorted, eyes training on her soft hands.

"It is," Calypso nodded, senselessly interlocking their fingers. "But it's sweet."

Farleigh blinked at them, "Sap, I rest my case."

"For now," Calypso knew how much he needed to go on about God knows what, "Or at least when you're off your tits in the King's arms later."

Farleigh clapped, "Yes, I need a drink."

"It's not even ten," a wry smile appeared on Felix's face as he pressed a kiss to Calypso's hand.

"As if we need a reason to drink."

"He's not wrong," Calypso agreed.

Calypso swore she felt eyes on her as they joked for the next hour, but that was the thing with her, everyone watched her like some mystical creature and if that's what they believed her to be, why not give it to them?

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The football club at Oxford was entertaining, to say the least. As the outgoing person she was, Calypso had made friends with all the players, occasionally sleeping with a few, even their rivals for a laugh. She went to most of their games, just to socialise and they claimed she was their good luck charm whenever they won. Felix was never a fan of her going, especially alone, but she did what she wanted.

Now returning from an afternoon of being thirsted over, she strutted past a first-year who seemed to be leering at her, sporting tin-framed glasses, whilst pulling a dodgy bike along. She took no notice of him as she pulled out her Nokia, flipping it open when it started ringing.

Her wide smile revealed her pearly whites when she saw Felix's name. He was supposed to be in a lecture but he tended to text her when he was supposed to be listening.

Her eyes squinted when he began ranting about some nice lad he ran into, "Who saved your life, Felix? And what is this about your bike getting a flat tire? — right well — Why didn't you just hire a car service or walk?"

___

Pubs were the foundations of universities. Stressed? Drinking can remedy that. Tired? drinking is the perfect cure to wake everyone up before throwing up and narrowly avoiding alcohol poisoning.

In their little section, it was like they were all stacked like sardines, all piled on top of each other, around a table filled with shots and pints. Calypso's designated seat was Felix's lap, sipping on her drink and arguing with India about the most recent Amy Winehouse album.

The Danforth girl's tolerance was moderate, only low when she was emotional. Her glasses were off, and her contacts were in. The cold weather didn't bother her, no, not with Felix's hand tracing beneath her butterfly top and above her low-rise jeans.

Her voice carried through their section, controlling the conversation, whilst Felix governed the tone, ensuring it remained lighthearted. Looks were exchanged, heated yet tender as she scooted further onto his lap, making his arm further wrap around her waist.

Calypso smirked when his eyes very rarely left hers, only to respond or laugh at something his friends said.

It was only until Felix caught the sight of his saviour over by the bar he jolted.

"Oh! There he is. Ollie! Oliver! Oliver! Come here, mate!" Felix gently pulled Calypso off his lap, startling her when he gestured for the unfamiliar boy to come over.  "Yeah, come here. Come here," he then got up to greet him, "What? Come here. Unreal. Hiya, mate."

"Hi," Oliver meekly spoke, overwhelmed by the sudden eyes on him.

Felix, towering over him, clapped his hands down on his shoulder, "This is my fucking hero right here. I was just telling everyone how you saved my arse yesterday."

Calypso eyed the awkward new friend of Felix. He appeared to have an old-young face, eyes that seemed innocent and fashion that was heavily lacking.

She leaned over to whisper to Farleigh, "Farls... is that?"

Farleigh's elated gaze flitted away when it landed on Oliver, "Yes. My tragic tutorial buddy."

"New charity case?"

"Clearly," Farleigh snickered as she glanced back at Oliver who stared at Felix like a lost puppy.

India forced a smile, "So cute."

Alicia hummed,  "So cute."

"The cutest," Annabel agreed despite herself.

"Hey, take a seat. I owe you a drink. Here, shove up, yeah," on Felix's gentle command everyone moved up except Calyspo and his cousin. "Oh, sorry. Are you with a friend?" he caught the blonde erratic first year by the door waiting for Oliver who quickly shook his head.

Oliver murmured as he sat down, "Er, no, they just left."

"What's his name?" Calypso turned to Felix who set her back on his lap.

"Oliver."

She gasped, "Like Oliver Twist."

"Cali," Felix squeezed her side, offering her a mock glare when people laughed.

She waved him off, "What? It's the only connection I could make to the name," her eyes dragged over Oliver and his wonderment. "Name one person we know called Oliver, you can't. Well apart from this one. Anyway, Oliver is a nice name." 

Farleigh couldn't help but add, "If you like a beggar's name." 

He shrugged off the disappointed look his cousin gave, instead focused on the enjoyment of the others and the embarrassment of Oliver.

"Farleigh, you knob," Calypso laughed off his callousness and leaned against Felix once more before smiling at the newbie. "I'm Calypso, but everyone calls me Cal."

"Or they call you River," just like Felix's middle name. "but Felix calls her Cali, he owns the nickname, and practically murders anyone who tries," Farleigh commented against his drink.

"No he won't, he's far too sweet," Calypso remarked.

"Not when someone chundered on your outfit last night, at that party," Alicia snickered.

"Oh, then I almost murdered that guy right beside him," Calypso added, putting a grin on most of their faces.

Oliver was intrigued by her, the way she captured everyone, even those who disliked her. She was beaming with vivacity but that's not all, it couldn't be, not when Felix's light added to her act.

"I think it was Jake," Annabel spoke up, sitting on the boy in question's lap.

He objected, "Oi." yet didn't deny not when Felix cast him a pointed look, reminding him of the argument the pair had when it first happened.

"So where are you from Oliver? Must be far," Calypso wondered, not being able to place what region he was from.

"Prescott," Oliver noticed everyone's confusion when he said that.

"It's not in London is it?" Calypso inquired, throwing her arm around Felix's shoulder and playing with the hairs at the back of his neck, drawing a cheeky smile from him.

Felix turned to him, "It's in Liverpool, right mate?"

"Uh yes, it's in Liverpool," Oliver agreed.

"I don't travel that far," Calypso informed.

"Not without a driver anyway," Farleigh quipped, throwing back another drink.

Calypso playfully scowled, "Shut up American."

"As is if Felix would let you go to that dump," Farleigh said through his burps.

"He's not my keeper. But true you wouldn't let me go would you love?" Calypso dared to ask.

"You could go if you want," Felix exclaimed, but no one was convinced.

Calypso turned back to Oliver, "What college do you go to Oliver? There's so many in Oxford."

Oliver awkwardly answered, "Yours."

Calypso's brown eyes shot wide, "Oh."

"How oblivious is young River?" Farleigh laughed.

"I am not. I know things and now I know that we share grounds," she paused, squealing when she saw the Monika stroll in, bag on shoulder and breasts practically on show. "Oh MJ over here."

Oliver turned, recognising the fellow student who received a warmer welcome than him, especially from his tutorial buddy.

"Slags, how are we today?" Monika came over, blowing kisses to everyone, even the unfamiliar face before sharing a seat with Alicia who happily shifted over.

"This is Monika Jane," Calypso introduced her to Oliver.

"My mates call me MJ," Monika added, taking a drink Farleigh gave her.

"So call her Monika." Farleigh clarified, glaring at Oliver who shifted in his seat, catching the reassuring smile from Felix who introduced him.

"This is Oliver."

"Like the beggar?" Monika breathed out, unintentionally making them all laugh.

Oliver's discomfort was obvious and Felix wanted to shield him from it all, "Ignore them."

Calypso steadily recognised the protective act and shifted on his lap, snapping his attention back to her and only her. He pressed a kiss to her arm that rested on his shoulder just as she did the same to his cheek, rubbing the dark brown lipstick into his skin.

Fareligh continued the joke, disregarding their affection, "That's what I said. Sit down, Nika. It's time for a shot."

Everyone chanted, slamming their hands down on the table only adding to Oliver's overstimulation.

"Wait, wait, wait, Jägerbombs," Farleigh proposed, earning nods and more cheers from the table.

"Jägerbombs!" they all chorused, drunkenly laughing like mad.

Oliver cleared his throat, appearing to want to escape their grasp,  "I...

"It's your round, man," Farleigh pointed out, true to his antagonistic nature.

Jake hummed, "Yeah, go on, mate."

His good friend Harry agreed, "Yeah."

"I should go to bed," Oliver tried to stand.

Farleigh shook his head, "Wait, no, no, no. No, you can't snake your way out of a round."

"I'm... I'm not."

"It looks like you are."

Booing started and Calypso's eyes darted between the two as she heard Felix's grumbling. Farleigh obviously wanted the boy to suffer for what? She had no idea, but Oliver was a blank slate, new territory, not charismatic but something drew Felix to him.

Harry whined, "Come on."

"You might as well stay, can't jump ship now," Calypso tried, squealing at Felix's kisses trailing her neck.

Oliver's eyes briefly lingered on them, more specifically Felix's lips sucking on her skin before he conceded. "Okay! Okay."

He reluctantly rose from his chair and timidly approached the bar, just as Felix pulled away from his glimpse of pleasure, turning to his cousin with a sigh.

"Farleigh."

Farleigh tilted his head, "What?"

"Just cut him a break, mate."

"What?"

"That round's gonna cost a fucking fortune," Felix exclaimed.

Farleigh replied with indifference, "Pub rules, Felix."

"And I need some air," Calypso rose from Felix's lap, shooting them all a quick smile.

Felix frowned, watching her leave but decided to cater to in need Oliver.

Calypso let out a sharp breath when she was met with the winter air, it was harsh, after all, it was England. The meanest of weathers, but she found peace in it all. Growing up in a family like hers, she grew to use the ugliness of the world, so of course she desired the beauty of fantasy.

So taking out a cigarette she so desperately needed, she ignored the ogling she received from other students and townsfolk who walked past. She placed it on her lips and took a lighter of her bag.

Her flame glowed in the night as it latched onto the tobacco she breathed in.

"Watch out for him."

She jumped at the voice. Michael Gavey, suddenly appeared, halting her moment of calmness.

"Who?" smoke escaped her lips as her heart struggled to steady. His piercing eyes scrutinised her as she stood.

"The book licker, Oliver Quick."

Calypso turned around, not shocked to see Oliver staring at her through the crowds of people as he stumbled over to the table.

When she turned back Michael was already pacing away.

"Bloody hell," she snickered to herself, believing that his words were coated in envy rather than warning.

His unfiltered essence she didn't mind, but he made her cringe whenever he helped her with some of her core courses.

She heard the door swung open and she turned to see Felix step out, with a warm smile on his lips, which faded when he saw the odd student leaving in the opposite direction. He saw the whole thing and kept his distance, glad that she was amused and not frightened.

"What did he want?" he questioned as she shuffled closer.

He pulled her to his chest, protecting her against the chilling cold.

"Nothing, did you pay for Oliver's round?" she asked.

"No," Felix's sheepish smile gave it away.

"How gentlemanly. Careful with that poor soul or he'll fall in love," she cooed, hopelessly staring into his brown pools, trying not to drown, but he wanted her to fall, plummet, like he did whenever he even thought of her.

So he dropped his arms and offered her a hand instead, "Come on."

The same hand that had six stars dotted across the curve. 

She took it without question and inhaled one last drag before stubbing it out and following him inside, embracing the drunken cheers that bounced around the room, elevating them like the royalty coursing through Felix's veins.

King and Queen.

But like all royals, they must fall.

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a/n:

hope you enjoyed the first chapter and this introduction to cali, my posh babe. she has an impact on everyone she meets, sure she sleeps around but she has one person one her mind... felix. he's equally as obsessed with her, but neither has made the jump to be together and now with oliver and his slimy arse in the mix is gonna be harder than we thought.

her issues with her family will continue as will the mentions of her parents and brothers and i'll include their face claims if you like even though they will barely be featured in this story.

[verdemoun]

So sorry for spamming your inbox 😰😰 but you mentioned the gang kinda infantilizing timewarp Kieran and thinking that he wouldn't know what sex is when in actuality that man FUCKS!!! And especially since I think you've said he has anxiety and autism or atleast autistic traits and it's common for allistics to think that autistic people can't make choices or advocate for themselves does he get a bad bitch moment of telling other gang members to STFU!!! And that he has infact been living in modern times for several years and doesn't need to be coddled through everything. Or am I looking into a single line too hard and I'm actually crazy

I am going to kiss your brain that was a very intentional deliberate line congratulations on picking it up!!!!! Yes that was a very conscious seg-way into the gang tending to infantilize Kieran a little and he will absolutely manipulate it.

Sometimes - sometimes he does appreciate it. Sometimes he needs those borderline childish comforts people wouldn't think to offer an adult. If Lenny is struggling they will offer him a whiskey and a night out at the bar, which if Kieran was already not in a good headspace would be Hell. The fact the gang would sooner bring him his safe snacks and hot chocolate and a plush blanket while he watches cartoons is comforting even if it is coming from a place of not entirely seeing him as an adult. But it gets irritating. Being semi-verbal, even when he expresses said frustration it can get brushed off and it just adds to the irritation . The gang freaking out over room shuffling to make room for a new timewarped person: Kieran he would offer his room knowing it was temporary and is fine sleeping on the couch, hell he'd probably enjoy sleeping on a bedroll in the backyard for a few days/weeks: but they won't even consider asking Kieran for anything.

But most of the time he manipulates it. Hosea never lectures Kieran about a job because poor helpless boy could never survive the real world so he gets to live easy staying at Bessie's house or Annabelle's being absolutely spoiled. All he needs to do is flash his big old sad eyes and the gang will give him cash for whatever he wants. Sometimes it's the latest breyer horse model, sometimes it's alcohol and a few galaxy brownies. No questions, no bills, he's living the millennium dream.

Javier is the first one to see through his pouty playing into the infantilization and is honestly just jealous he can't get away with it himself. Calling Hosea out like 'stop telling me to get a job you never tell Kieran to get a job are you saying my patito is less capable because his brain works different despite being you more than willing not to say anything to protect him from being a whipping boy in the old days???' and Hosea has to walk away he is simultaneously stunned and ashamed. Still doesn't start nagging Kieran to get a job and Kieran playfully whacks Javier for even risking putting the idea in his head. He likes easy street and feels he's bloody earned it after his life experiences.

The number one thing that reminds the gang Kieran is not baby boy is any shooting game. He is first pick in paintball or laser tag or anything similar because the Kieran Duffy 'tendency not to mention how capable I actually am' started long before modern era and he is a terrifyingly good sharp shooter. First time the gang realised he was the last man standing and had taken out everyone in pvp they were almost annoyed why didn't you bring this up in canon era and he brushes it off with a teehee I like horses more. Bordering on being a brat about it sometimes and the gang still don't notice how much they tend to infantilize him. He will abuse the assumption he is incapable of things like it's lumbago, he isn't lazy he just doesn't like being expected to work and for the most part won't go out of the way to correct the infantilized assumption he can't do things by himself.

[dino-boyo-agere]

Okay, I don't know if I'm alone with it, but I can't stop thinking about Saltburn characters as age regressors & CGs, especially Felix..

I'm sorry, but this man boy had a broken bike, and instead of just.. pushing it to the destination that wasn't too far, (especially not with this long legs!!?!) all he did was sulk and sigh in the hopes somebody would take pity? He definitely belongs in the baby pile!!

Same with Annabel.. You can't tell me she doesn't use regression to cope with her messed up family life, and the fact that she had to survive in the shadow of her golden child brother..

Anyways, here are Saltburn AgeRe head canons:

Felix mainly regresses for fun and to give his true emotions an outlet.

His regression also helps to heal his inner child from the emotional neglect he had to experience throughout his childhood, but he hasn't quite figured that out yet.

He keeps it "secret" from his parents, cuz they wouldn't understand..

Elsbeth knows technically, but she thinks it's a k1nk thing & she doesn't care.

James also knows.. He doesn't understand it, but he places some baby stuff in Felix's room as a surprise every once in a while.. Felix doesn't know they're from his dad.

Duncan has become some sort of primary caregiver for Felix.

He takes credit for the gifts, because he really enjoys the happy dances, thank you hugs and pictures he gets from little Felix. Ducan thinks "if the gift giver didn't put their name on it, they probably didn't want Felix to know anyways, so there's no harm in taking the credit."

He really enjoys how loving, cuddly and vulnerable little Felix can get.

Duncan feels like he can finally raise a child of his own. (He never had time for even a relationship, bc of his job.)

Felix is still a little brat when tiny, he was raised to be one, so it's hard to shake off.

He throws fits, cries, yells or even throws physical things, when something is not going his way.

Annabel knows about his regression and is not sure how to bring up that she also is part of the baby pile.

She found it helps her cope with her mental health issues, she mainly regresses involuntarily, after bad episodes.

Felix ends up finding out and they have playdates sometimes, but they often end up fighting.

Big Felix also judges/ makes fun of her for "not being able to control her regression". He doesn't understand the concept of involuntary regressing.

He has a really hard time realizing that not everyone is exactly like him, that's just a result of being the golden child.

Annabel is often sad/ upset when tiny.

She also gets jealous when she sees how loving Duncan is to Felix.

But she also really wants Felix to like and play with her, she's desperate for his approval and a sibling connection.

At one point James finds his daughter crying, that's nothing unusual, but this time he could tell it was different.. she seemt so incredibly small and fragile.

He becomes her primary cg after that night, and their relationship immensely improves.

Felix gets upset because he doesn't get as many gifts anymore though and gives Deacon he'll for it, still thinking they where from him lol

He's happy to see Annabel and James creating such a loving relationship, but he'd never say that out loud.. he's a little jealous at the same time aswell tho.

Farleigh also finds out about their regression, but is not sure what to make of it.

He kind of wants to take care of the little ones sometimes, and that scares him.

Little Felix giggles a lot, he likes running around and playing outside & in the water.

He's also an absolute cuddle bug, but only with Ducan. He follows him around like a lost puppy and constantly seeks physical touch. (Grabbing his hand/ arm, hugging him, etc.)

Felix also really enjoys showing off his skills, to get praise from his cg.

Ducan has a whole chest full of pictures, crafts and learning pages little Felix did.

Annabel is more of the quiet type, she likes coloring and just snuggling with her Papa or a plushie.

James really values this second chance at being a good dad to his daughter, he felt a lot of remorse for always prioritizing Felix.

Annabel and Felix's relationship also ends up improving.

The fighting will probably never fully stop, that's just sibling things.

Farleigh also finds himself filling a "big sibling" role over time and he likes being the one in charge every once in a while.

He's is stricter than Ducan and James, but he's not unfair.

With Farleigh he kiddos have set bedtimes, a limit to how many sugary stuff they're allowed to consume and get scolded for fighting/ causing trouble.

The most dreaded punishment of Felix is sitting on the stairs for 5 to 10 minutes, kid hates being bored.

Unfortunately he often has to sit on the stairs, he's quite the trouble maker.

Annabel hates getting her plushie taken away, the plushie is still in the same room, but up on a shelf, she just can't cuddle it for 5 to 10 minutes.

Luckily she very rarely has to be punished, she's a very well behaved kid!

All in all, regression brings most of the family closer together! <3

That's all I can think of right now, I might add more later.

I left out Oliver on purpose, cuz he's a creepy little freak and we don't stand him in this household hehe

Hope y'all enjoyed this read!!

.ﾟ｡.･.*.ﾟ☆❗only interact if your blog is SFW❗☆ ﾟ.*.･. ｡ﾟ.

[new-annabelle666]

*walks into the bathroom mirror* #sighs#

Why are you still holding back?!

*looks at the bathroom mirror and gasps*

They not your friends, they think you are a loser, a brat...

*looks down with sadness*

They didnt help you, they dont- CARE ABOUT YOU! They using you

*Raises his hand out of the mirror* give me your hand *snarls*

*raises her hand towards malthus's hand*

*by holding her hand malthus restores powers into annabelle*

*smirks I...I feel... PoWeRfuL!!

They both guffaws.

Lets go and kill your friends, or should i say- your pets...

@danielle-widow

[novankenn]

Rage of a Child

Annabelle Arc sat hidden under the rubble of her former home. Clutched to her chest her treasured dolls. The Barber and the Seamstress. The soft plushies made in the likeness of her father and mother, her only comfort in the deafening silence that surrounded her.

"Mom? Dad?" she cried out with a weak wavering voice. She had no idea what had happened to her parents. Her mother having rendered her unconscious during the onslaught of Grimm upon their warm Hamlet. "Dad? Mom?"

Annabelle shrank back when she heard muffled voices, and then the scrape of wood against wood. Someone was digging her out from under the protective cover she was hidden under.

"Mom? Dad?" she cried out, her voice overflowing with fear, and hope. "Dad! Mom!"

"Sounds like we've a live one." a rough and gruff voice chuckled. Annabelle screamed as a scarred and scruffy face suddenly appeared above her. "And she's got a good set of lungs on her!"

"Get her out quick! No telling if those Grimm will circle around for a second pass." shouted another rough voice.

"Yeah, yeah." the scared man commented as he pulled some more rubble away from Annabelle who was shrinking back away from him. "Come on girly. Time to get's you out of here."

"Mom? Dad?"

"They dead." the man replied without a hint of remorse or concern. "Now let's get."

"NO!"

"Hurry up!" shouted the other voice. "Pickings were slim."

"What you mean? We've a cart load of loot."

"You know as well as I do, you idiot that it's survivors that fetch the best lien. No grab the brat and let's get!"

"Yeah, yeah." The scared man heaved again sending more of the rumble off to the side, and fully exposing Annabelle, "Get here, brat. Time to go."

"Mom! Dad!" Annabelle screamed.

"We'll find you new ones. Plenty of haughty cunts looking for cute kids." the scarred men snapped as he finally grabbed hold of Annabelle by her arm. "Let's get, lest you wants to be Grimm chow like yer folks!"

"No! Mommy! Daddy! It hurts!"

"Shut the fucking brat up!" snapped the other voice which Annabelle now saw belonged to a scruffy, unkempt woman.

"No!" Annabelle's continued screams where cut off when the scared man backhanded her, snapping her head to the side and making her see stars. "Mommy? Daddy?"

"I got her. Let's... urk!" the scarred man released his hold on Annabelle causing her to collapse to the ground in a crying heap. She didn't see him staggering backwards trying to staunch the guest of crimson spraying from the puncture wound in his neck.

"Fucking hell!" cursed the other figure, "Someone grab the brat!"

"What about..."

"What about him? He's a goner. We need to get on the move! So grab the little bitch!"

"Get up... what the fuck!" shrieked out another rough female voice, that was suddenly cut off by a gurgling, gasping noises.

"Leave her!" shouted the first woman's voice.

"But?"

"Whatever the fuck she is just took out two of us. Leave her!"

"Look out!"

Annabelle lay in a crumpled heap, sobbing as the air was suddenly filled with cries of pain and fear. Then everything grew deathly silent. She just lay where she had fallen. Her heart shattered. Softness embraced her, causing her to look up. There hugging her were the Barber and the Seamstress.

Annabelle ignored the bloody knitting needle and fabric shears that lay at their feet. Instead she sniffled, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Mommy? Daddy?" she squeaked out. The pair of now animated dolls nodded and spread their arms, which caused the young girl to scoop them up. "Mommy! Daddy!"

Annabelle didn't notice or even care that around her lay several fresh bloody bodies. Her entire focus on her returned parents, and the sense of safety they were giving her.

"Mommy... Daddy..." the dolls hugged the small child.

A/N: So as you may have seen... I've gotten back my Idle Heroes account and noticed a character named Annabelle... her animations and design sparked the start of something in me... so here it is. Below is the inspiration...

(Images sourced via Google. No rights claimed or implied)

A/N(2) So I'm tempted to have her be Jaune and Pyrrha's daughter. No sure if I'll have it as them leaving Beacon prior to the fall and making a life for themselves or if it should be after the fall... anyway hope you enjoyed.