#as a child ... he wanted the party in his honor ❤️

[aphroditelovesu]

Hello, can you do a headcannon Yandere (father) King Henry and Yandere (mother) Anna Boleyn with their only surviving son?

❝ 👑 — lady l: I really like the idea of ​​them being platonic yanderes for a son, so I hope you like it! Forgive me for any mistakes and good reading! ❤️

❝tw: obsessive and possessive behavior, overprotection, mention of miscarriages, murder and implied cheating and toxic relationships.

❝👑pairing: platonic yandere!henry viii/anne boleyn x son!reader.

Anne was desperate to conceive a male heir, her only hope of staying alive and maintaining the interest of the King who, after some miscarriages and the birth of a daughter, has already began to wander towards one of her ladies-in-waiting.

So when she discovered a new pregnancy, she desperately prayed for a son and that she wouldn't suffer another miscarriage. She could not bear the loss and pain. Henry was pleased with the new pregnancy, but worried. Anne had already had several miscarriages and was only able to produce one healthy child, a daughter.

Anne took great care of herself during her pregnancy, taking care of what she ate and drank and trying to maintain good health. The first few months were the most tense, with fear enveloping both Anne and Henry. As the pregnancy progressed and there was no miscarriage, Anne became more confident.

When the day finally arrived to give birth, she was anxious. Henry was also anxious and he was so nervous when he heard Anne screaming outside the room, he didn't know what to think. When a baby's cries finally came after what seemed like hours, he entered the room.

Anne held her baby on her lap and cried softly and when a doctor approached Henry and said, "Congratulations, Your Majesty. You have an heir", it was the first time that Henry felt complete happiness. When he picked you up, he was smiling from ear to ear. Not only were you the much-desired male heir but you also saved your mother's head.

Both of them would be extremely overprotective of their only son and those close to you will be scrutinized. Henry has become very paranoid about your safety and takes every precaution possible.

You are always by your mother or father's side, you cannot be alone at any time with a stranger. Anne, especially, would like to keep you sewn to her side all the time. She cares about you a lot and is always checking up on you. When you get sick, she becomes paranoid that you will die.

You are your parents' greatest pride and Henry doesn't try to hide it. He neglects all his other children and gives you all his love and affection. He takes you for walks, hunting and spoils you with all the perks that a future King deserves. In addition to showing you off before the Court. After all, you are the future King.

They are both very proud of anything you do. Any milestone, no matter how small, will be applauded by them. Your first words, the first time you walked and everything else will be treated with great celebration. Expensive parties are thrown in your honor all the time.

As you grow up, they become even more overprotective and controlling. Anne does not want you to leave the Court under any circumstances and Henry allows you to do so, but only with many guards. There were many threats lurking and they couldn't let anything happen to you. May God forbid anything from happening to you as the results will be disastrous.

Anne hates it when you spend time with other people, especially if they are women. The only women you need in your life are your mother and your older sister, Elizabeth. Although she understands that's a part of a man's life, she still doesn't like it and any potential mistress or love interest will be dealt with quickly. She is your mother, so no one has more right to you than her.

Henry is more than aware of his wife's actions and although he doesn't encourage them, he doesn't reprimand her. In fact, he's probably the one who encourages you to enjoy your life even if it always leads to fights with Anne. It was worth it when you looked happy. And your happiness is very important to him.

Your potential friends will be scrutinized and if your parents don't like them, they will leave. Henry and Anne won't sentence them to death at first, but if you or they are stubborn, they will be tried for treason. Don't you understand that you shouldn't trust anyone other than your own family? Your parents are the only ones who want the best for you.

Henry and Anne are smothering and protective parents but they only have your best interests at heart. They want you to live a full and happy life, but with them by your side. You were everything they both wanted and they would be damned if they let anything happen to you. England still does not know the fury of its monarchs nor the overwhelming love they feel for their only son.

[sunnycanvas]

Hello i really really love your work!

Today is my birthday and since my family already celebrated it and today i didnt get any gifts i was thinking Maybe you could give me one? A one where its readers birthday and what he would do? Thank you bye!❤️

Belated Happy Birthday Dear,

Here is a piece of work I wrote as a gift, No promises if it will be good 😅. Hope you enjoy it

Exhausted from my birthday celebration, I yawned as I entered my room, eager to see my beloved. Baldwin was seated, absorbed in a book, so focused he didn’t notice me at first. Mischievously, like a child, I crept up behind him, hoping to give him a playful scare. But of course, my Baldwin, ever the trained knight, sensed my presence. The moment his eyes met mine, they were filled with love. Embarrassed at being caught, I hugged him from behind, trying to hide my face against his shoulder. He chuckled softly, closing his book and kissing my cheek. "Happy birthday, my queen," he whispered warmly. "I hope the party I arranged in your honor was to your liking." I chose my next words carefully, not wanting to upset him. "It was lovely," I said, smiling as I gently smoothed the dress he had gifted me. "The celebration was grand, and the dress you chose for me is stunning." I paused, caressing the fabric before continuing. "The food was delicious, and I received so many gifts but my voice wavered slightly as I went on, "Still, I could sense that most of the guests weren’t genuine. Their compliments and gifts seemed more about their own gain than celebrating me." I lowered my gaze, sadness creeping in despite the joyous day. Baldwin let out a relieved sigh. "You had me worried for a moment, Y/N," he said, gently taking my hand. "I thought the celebration hadn’t pleased you."

"You left early," I said, my voice still tinged with disappointment. "You know how much it meant to me to have you by my side on my birthday. I've always been understanding of your condition, Baldwin, but you promised you'd stay and celebrate with me, no matter what."Baldwin gave me a sympathetic smile, his eyes soft with regret. "Believe me, I wanted to stay longer," he said gently, "but urgent matters required my attention."Still upset, I pressed him further. "You wouldn’t go back on your promise, would you?" My words carried a weight I couldn't mask. Baldwin's smile faded into something sadder, more resigned. "If there's anything I can do to make it up to you, I’m ready to do it," he said earnestly. Seizing the moment, I asked with a playful smile, "Would you like to go out with me?" Baldwin looked confused. "Go where? A walk in the garden?".I shook my head. "No, I want something more exciting. I’m craving an adventure." His confusion deepened, so I continued, "I was thinking we could disguise ourselves as commoners and wander through the market. We could buy whatever we like, eat street food, and just enjoy ourselves like ordinary people."Baldwin stared at me in shock, as if I’d just grown a second head. "No, absolutely not," he said firmly. "It's far too dangerous. I can’t allow us to put ourselves at such risk." Knowing his weakness, I gave him my best puppy-eyed look, watching as his resolve began to crack. His expression turned anxious as he called my name in warning, "(Y/N)." His tone was serious, but I could tell he was faltering. I refused to back down. "Please, Baldwin," I urged, "this is the same market built by the late of Jerusalem Queen Melisende, your grandmother. I’d feel closer to you by visiting a place she helped create." Baldwin looked visibly moved by my words, his hard stance softening. He chuckled, shaking his head. "Who knew my queen could be so mischievous?" he teased. "Though it’s dangerous, I’ll do this for you." Overjoyed, I threw my arms around him so fiercely I almost knocked him out of his chair. Baldwin laughed, his joy infectious as he wrapped his arms around me in return. "Easy, love," he chuckled. "I’d rather not break my back, or else I won’t be able to fulfill my promise to you."I smiled, nodding, already anticipating the adventure ahead.

That night, Baldwin and I slipped out of the castle, dressed as commoners. Hand in hand, we strolled through the lively market, blending in with the evening crowd. Every now and then, I’d sneak a quick kiss on his cheek, delighting in the way he blushed. Baldwin, ever the modest one, would scold me gently. "You should act more discreetly," he whispered, trying to sound stern.I smirked, unbothered by his reprimand. "Don’t worry," I teased, "no one’s paying attention to us, and it’s too dark for them to see us clearly, anyway."He grumbled under his breath, blushing even more. "You’re getting too bold," he muttered, feigning seriousness. "I might have to take away some of your privileges to teach you a lesson."I laughed, knowing full well it was an empty threat. My laughter was suddenly interrupted by the loud growl of my stomach, betraying my hunger. Baldwin smirked, his eyes twinkling with amusement."Sounds like half the kingdom’s food stalls will be emptied just to feed you," he teased, his grin widening. I groaned in embarrassment, covering my face. He laughed, his joyful sound filling the night air as we continued walking through the market, side by side.

Baldwin soon spotted a bustling food stall with a crowd gathered around it. Intrigued, he gently led me by the hand, and I followed, equally curious. As we approached, it became clear that the stall was quite popular locals were swarming it eagerly. "It's legume stew," I murmured, recognizing the rich aroma that filled the air. The scent was so enchanting, I found myself clutching Baldwin's arm, excitement and nervousness bubbling inside me.Sensing my unease around the crowd, Baldwin gave me a reassuring smile. "I know you don't like crowds," he said softly. "Don't worry, I'll get it for you. Just wait here."Relieved, I smiled gratefully and stepped back, watching from a distance as he made his way toward the stall, my heart warmed by his thoughtfulness.

I didn’t have to wait long before I saw Baldwin sprinting toward me with my food in hand, a man shouting behind him. Startled, I watched as Baldwin grabbed my arm, quickly pulling me along with him.Confused, I asked, "Did you steal that?"Offended, Baldwin scoffed, "Of course not! I would never commit such a dishonorable act." He glanced over his shoulder, his pace quickening. "It’s Raymond, Count of Tripoli. He found us."I didn’t need to ask for more details because, moments later, I heard Raymond’s voice echoing behind us. "Your Majesty, this is dangerous! What were you thinking, putting yourself and the queen in such a risky situation?"Baldwin groaned in exasperation, and I couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at the absurdity of it all.

We sprinted as fast as we could, my heart racing. Spotting a narrow alley, I quickly pulled Baldwin along with me, ducking out of sight. The guards, thinking we had gone in another direction, rushed past us, oblivious to our hiding spot. Baldwin and I exchanged a glance before letting out simultaneous sighs of relief. With a smile, Baldwin handed me the food, and I gratefully accepted, enjoying every bite. Once I had finished, I took his hand again, and together we continued our exploration down the dim alleyway. As we walked, the alley opened up into a vibrant, lively village, full of activity and people. Just as we began to take in the sights, an elderly couple spotted us, their curious eyes fixed on us, as if they could sense something different about us.

"Ah, young love," the old man nearby chuckled. "Remember the days, dear, when we’d sneak out at night just like them?" His wife laughed warmly. "Yes, I remember it well and how my father chased you down for courting me without his permission." The affectionate exchange between the couple made my heart swell. I glanced over at Baldwin, who met my gaze, and I knew he was thinking the same thing. *Will we grow old together like them, still so full of love and happiness?*The old man approached us with a smile, inviting us to join a village feast. We politely declined at first, but he insisted with a playful grin. "You can’t let your lady go hungry, can you?" he teased Baldwin. Reluctantly, we agreed and sat down to eat. I quietly enjoyed my meal while Baldwin easily mingled with the villagers, engaging them in conversation and left leaving me alone with few people who distracted me with their conversation. After a while, he returned to me with a mischievous smirk, taking my hand and gently pulling me away from the table, ready for the next part of our adventure.

He led me to a beautiful garden illuminated by the soft glow of fireflies. The serene atmosphere felt almost magical. Suddenly, Baldwin dropped to one knee, looking up at me with warmth in his eyes. "Would you honor me with a dance, my lady?" he asked.I nodded eagerly, unable to contain my excitement, and we began to dance under the twinkling lights. Soon, a few villagers joined us, playing instruments to accompany our gentle rhythm. The melody blended perfectly with the peaceful night. As we danced, Baldwin leaned in close to my ear, his voice soft and sincere. "I’m sorry for not being there for you on your birthday," he whispered. "I know how muchl you wanted to dance with me, but I left early."I shook my head, smiling. "It doesn't matter anymore," I replied. "Being here with you now is all I need."Baldwin smiled, his eyes filled with affection. "I love you, Y/N," he said quietly. "I love you too," I whispered back.

Just then I heard a voice

"Kiss, Kiss"

*Smack*

"Quite you two".It sounded like two toddlers and a mother. Alarmed, I turned to Baldwin, who burst into laughter. "I knew some of the villagers who helped me would be spying on us," he said with a grin. "The old man assisted me with the preparations, and dare I say, the idea for this lovely garden was his as well."My heart swelled with joy at such a thoughtful display of affection from both Baldwin and the villagers. Baldwin's expression turned serious, and he added confidently, "I may not be able to kiss your lips because of my condition, but I can do this."With that, he leaned forward, planting gentle kisses all over my face, each one filled with warmth and love.

"Do it on her lips!"

"Wah, my eyes!"

"Come children let's give them some privacy"

Both Baldwin and I erupted into laughter, the joy of the moment wrapping around us like a warm embrace. "Happy Birthday, Y/N!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with affection.As if on cue, fireworks burst into the night sky, their vibrant colors illuminating the darkness and further lifting my spirits. I gazed up in awe, feeling a surge of happiness. "Thank you so much, Baldwin," I said, turning to him with a beaming smile. "This is the best birthday gift I could ever ask for."

[madhatterbri]

Objection | M.J.

Summary: Reader is about to marry another guy, but Matt objects and expresses why the reader shouldn’t marry the guy. I was thinking something sweet with a little spice? ☺️

Author's Note: Happy Dynamite Wednesday, babes. <3 A Nick Jackson one should be up next week. ❤️

Requested by anonymous

Matt Jackson Masterlist

Taglist: @smallestsnarkestgirl @theworldofotps @bullet-clubs-bitch @magicalbuttertarts

"Here she is," the bride's mother sung happily. The proud mother was filled with so much emotion. There was so much cause for celebration. Her only child was getting married to a stable man. One that would come home to her daughter every day. Not some wrestler that would cheat and do Lord knows what on the road.

Y/N walked into the room. She held the bottom of her dress so the dress wouldn't slide against the floor. Her mom, maid of honor, and bridesmaids gasped at her appearance. She made her way through the group. They told her how pretty she was.

The bride stared at herself in three full body-length mirrors. A small, fake smile was plastered on her face. Her hair was tied in a bun. Makeup caked her face. Her wedding dress was a beautiful pearl colored.

"Everything is absolutely perfect," her mother gushed and clapped her hands together. "My baby is so happy she can't even speak,"

Y/N smiled weakly in response. She wasn't a happy bride, but a miserable one. The wedding was everything she wanted, but the man waiting for her at the end of the aisle was not. Her heart weighed heavy at the fact that the man down the aisle wasn't Matt Jackson.

One of her cousins looked at their watch. She announced to the group that the wedding was in five minutes and they needed to get to their places. Everyone filed out of the room except her maid of honor. She assured the wedding party she'll be right out. The door closed behind party.

The maid of honor crossed her arms over her chest. She stood by the bride.

"You aren't happy," she spoke bluntly.

The air in the room suddenly felt heavier. Y/N had trouble breathing, and she wasn't sure if it was the tension in the room or the corset.

"My own mother can't even tell my misery," Y/N spoke with a soft chuckle. "Is it that obvious?"

"We have been friends since we were children. I can tell when you are lying. What's wrong?"

"I shouldn't tell you. It's my wedding. I'm happy,"

"Just tell me,"

"What good would it do me? I messaged Matt last night. I told him if I shouldn't get married today to speak now. He ignored it. Happy?" Y/N spoke angrily. Tears started to form in her eyes. A weak sob slipped past her lips.

"Y/N, I-"

"There is nothing we can do. This isn't some wrestling botch that we can fix the next time. This is it. I am going to marry someone that isn't Matt," she swallowed down another sob. "He didn't want me,"

"There has to be something we could do," her maid of honor interjected. "Maybe he was busy and didn't see the message."

"There is nothing we need to do. I just have to smile, walk down the aisle, and say I do,"

A knock on the door ceased all the conversation between the two women. Y/N called for the visitor to come in. One of the bridesmaids opened the door and poked her head in.

"The wedding is starting,"

"Great, thank you," Y/N spoke.

Y/N walked towards the door. Her maid of honor sighed loudly in annoyance, yet followed her. One by one, the bridal party left to take their appropriate places down the aisle. The bride waited impatiently for her turn. She stared at the bouquet of flowers. A mixture of different colors stared back at her.

The traditional wedding song started to play. The pianist worked his magic on the keys. Y/N took the cue and walked down to the double doors of the church. The doors opened before her. The guests stood and watched her.

While walking down the aisle, her soon to be husband came into view. He wore a simple tuxedo. His mother removed her glasses and wiped away the tears from streaming down her face. A pang of guilt washed through her. Y/N stood across from her fiance.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to...," The pastor started the wedding. Y/N's mind started to drift. Her thoughts swirled around Matt. The brunette wrestler that stole her heart the first night they met. She remembered all the hot summer nights in Maui.

"Y/N," her fiance whispered between them. He was now facing the priest. The now embarrassed bride muttered an apology and faced the pastor. He seemed annoyed at the lack of her paying attention yet kept it to himself.

"And do you, Y/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband until death do you part?" The minister asked.

Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Her hope was fading that she would ever be with Matt again. All the moments they had together would be a distant memory. She looked over her shoulder at the double doors. They were still closed. She turned to the minister sadly.

"He isn't coming. This is what he wanted," her mind repeated.

"I-I,"

The double doors of the church suddenly burst open. Some of the guests jumped in surprise while others yelled from the sudden noise. Y/N and her fiance turned to see the disruptor of their wedding.

A man with his hair in a ponytail walked in. He wore a white suit and walked with confidence.

"Matt, what are you doing at my daughter's wedding?" Her mother asked. Her voice was practically screeching.

"I object,"

The audience gasped and turned to the other. Harsh whispers filled the pews. Her mother's mouth opened and closed like a fish. Y/N walked away from her betrothed.

"You can't be serious! He's a wrestler. Who will take care of you when he finds another in some other city?" Her mother asked. Y/N ignored her. She dropped the flowers on the floor. Her heart pounded as she rushed to him. Matt opened his arms and hugged her. She wrapped her arms around his neck. His scent danced with her nose.

"You didn't message me back. I didn't think you'd come," she commented still in disbelief. His hands rubbed her cheeks softly. Her eyes closed as she prayed this wasn't a dream. When her eyes opened once more he was still in front of her.

"I still love you, Y/N. We may not be perfect, but I would do anything for you. I won't be home all the time, but I'll never stop loving you," he confessed. Tears sprung to her eyes. Y/N leaned in and kissed him. Her fingers ran down his cheeks to his neck. The audience gasped. They pulled apart upon remembering they weren't alone. "We should go,"

"Yeah," Y/N agreed. He grabbed her hand and rushed her out of the church. Nick was waiting in a car for them. He drove since Matt was such a nervous wreck. The runaway bride sat in the backseat with Matt. Their lips locked together as they made up for lost time.

Nick looked in the rear view mirror and groaned. "Not this again,"

[diazguzman]

Part 4

24/06/16 He said, Ella dijo podcast. (I'm so sorry about the thumbnail YouTube choose for the video 🙈 YouTube said 😬)

Such a wonderful interview, here Ryan talks about parenthood, his martial arts training since he was a child, his modeling career and start as an actor, how dancing was easy to him due his upbringing as Mexican-American because there were many parties to attend Ryan also said that fighting and dancing are very similar. He opened up about his struggles with mental health and past suicide attempt then he talked about his new movie "the present".

Full transcript.

24/06/18 Interview for KTLA (Ryan talks about parenthood, his movie and mentions buddie unprompted 🙂‍↕️)

Gif from ayo-edebiri

Clip of Ryan talking about buddie. Whole interview.

24/06/18 Interview for CBS news, Ryan talks about "the present"

24/06/18 The Jess Cagle Show

Here Ryan talks about "the present" and how he took the role in the movie because the plot of " kids trying to keep their parents together" resonated with him. He talks about parenthood and his 2 children and how one of his kids thought he was a real firefighter because they saw an episode of 911. He talks about 911 and what happened to Eddie in the season finale and how Eddie has lost all foundation and footing and the new season will be about Eddie starting on a new landscape and what this new landscape will offer to him. He is making sure he is super fit to play Eddie, he believes Eddie will be working out more as a coping mechanism. He talked about the boy next door and working with JLO and how he didn't really call himself an actor until 3 years ago. Kenneth helped him to understand he had to put in the works to be an actor, to study and take acting seriously. When his last fight as a MMA fighter didn't end up being what he wanted he left Sacramento to pursue a modeling career in LA where he had to share a small apartment with five more guys. He then started acting because he was very competitive (he was like "if my roommates want to try acting so can I" 🫡).

24/06/21 Ryan with Mario López

He talks about his movie "the present", Ryan also talked about how Eddie lost his kid and had to say goodbye to his late wife for the billion time (😅) so in season 8 Eddie will be finding himself all over again in a new landscape and he thinks Eddie will want to escape somewhere, he finding a healthy or unhealthy coping mechanism is yet to be seen.

Ryan also talked about his art and how art to him is more like story telling. Ryan said he is doing mostly boxing training right now and at the end he talked about his children and trying to get his kids into sports.

24/06/21 Oliver's interview for men's health *

Oliver was on a road trip, during his interview he talked about mental health and how when he's not doing well he tends to withdraw, how he struggled with making friends and how during his trip he met a lot of great people thanks to his dogs ❤️. Oliver talked about acting, how it was difficult for him when a previous girlfriend had more auditions than him back then and how he's really grateful for the opportunity to work on 911. Oliver also talked about the complications due the use of social media, where you don't always find positive things.

He talked about Buck's coming out arc, he's really honored of getting to play a bi character. He also talked about how curating his online experience is very important to him, mentioned having another twitter account that was mostly about sports, he has previously found people sharing negative opinions about him and that's why he refrains from looking about things about himself online. He also talks about how much he loves nature.

24/06/23 Whine down with Jana Kramer The boy next door with Ryan Guzmán 

He talked about how he started acting, he hated modeling. He got into debt thanks to the modelig agencies. What he likes about acting is that acting connects with the human side of things. Ryan also talked about his art and his experience while working with JLO, he talked about "the present" also mentioned he is currently a single father and why he keeps his children out the public eye and how much he misses them when they are not with him. He's not looking for someone to date right now.

24/06/26 Ryan being interviewed for people en Español

Ryan talked about the challenges of playing Eddie and mentioned the parallels between him and Eddie. He talked about his role in "the present" and his costars. Ryan also talked about the Latino community, and the need of more than stereotypical representation and diversity in media he talked about being Latino actor while playing a character and how when he's off set he's still a Latino person even if most of the time people will think he's white 💔

[blues824]

Can I please request the heartslabyul guy wit a madam red platonic reader.

❤️Imagen her coming to twisted wonderland after her death and riddle seeing her and thinking she should be like his mother. and in the beginning wanting distance from her but seeing her hepling the other heartslabyul members (like a mother should) him beginning to like her and relizeing that she isn't like his mother and starts to see her as a mother/aunt figure.

🌹Imagen after that that she gets invited to a unbirtday party and her showing up in a red(Victorian style dress ) that whoud make the queen of hearts proud.

❤️(I remember that episode of black butler in wonderland and her being the queen of hearts )

🌹Imagen them learning about her being a doctor that during a carage accident that she lost her husband and her child and abilitie to have a child of her own. and hearing that she one day snapt and started to kill sex workers because they didn't care about their babies and became Jack the ripper and died protecting her nephew.

This is the dress that I meant that she wears in the unbirtday pary 👇

As per the request, this is platonic. Take a shot or eat a bite for every time I say ‘mom’ or ‘mother’

Riddle Rosehearts

Would most likely distance himself because you look almost like a younger version of his own mother. He would treat you as politely as he could while also making it obvious that he isn’t interested in talking to you more than necessary. 

However, he sees you acting so motherly towards the other members of his beloved dorm and he can’t help but have his point of view changed. Seeing you help Ace and Deuce study while also holding great conversations with both Trey and Cater made him see that you weren’t an enemy.

After a while, he holds a celebration disguised as an unbirthday party in your honor because he was going to give you the official title of Dorm Mom. During the party, you posed for Cater’s Magicam and you made an effort to include everyone in the celebration. The dress you selected was very on-theme, and he complimented you on it.

A few days later, he heard sniffling from the labyrinth. He went to investigate and saw you shaking a bit while tears were streaming down your face. He quickly asked what was wrong and you told him about how you didn’t deserve such wonderful ‘children’. 

You told him about your very dark past, about the carriage ride and how it caused a domino effect in your life. How you partnered with a demon and became the infamous Jack the Ripper. How that led to your death. Riddle didn’t know what to do, but he pulled you into a hug. He lets you cry, and he hopes that you know you may go to him if you ever feel like this again.

Trey Clover

Would be the one to greet you and show you around. Mans is so hospitable because he was taught to be that way from his family. He introduces everyone to you and makes sure that they remain respectful.

The two of you can often be seen conversing with one another over some tarts and tea. You often ask him about stories from his upbringing. You tell him stories about your family as well, but he can’t help but notice the twinge of sadness in your eyes.

When Riddle hosts the ‘accolade’, Trey is the one assigned to bake the treats. You offer to help as best you could, but he declined your offer because the celebration was for you and it isn’t proper for the Guest of Honor to help set it up. Plus, Riddle would have his head if he found out.

A little while later, when the celebration is over, he sees you take your leave quietly. He can’t help but notice you seemed a bit overwhelmed. He followed you and saw that you ducked out of the way and sat against a wall. You brought your knees to your chest and began to cry.

Trey sat next to you and asked you what was wrong. You let everything go. You filled in the holes that your stories always had. You told him about how you saw the Heartslabyul members as the children you could never biologically have. He has a lot of experience with comforting people who have PTSD, so he allows you to lean on him. He’s upset that the person he sees as his ‘aunt’ figure has gone through so much pain.

Cater Diamond

As Trey introduces you to everyone, he can’t help but notice your sense of fashion. Very Victorian Vintage is most definitely the hashtag or caption he uses whenever he posts a picture about you. Funny thing is that those posts go viral almost immediately.

The two of you often have a very hard time talking with each other since Cater uses a more modern slangish tone while you speak in a much more proper tone. He even once joked about bringing in a translator so the two of you would understand each other better.

When the Heartslabyul members host the ‘accolade’, he is busy taking pictures of you. He has set up a chair in front of the big heart in their front lawn for optimal photos. He has you pose in both professional and sassy poses.

After the celebration is done, you excuse yourself to go to your room. He didn’t think anything of it until he saw how you looked so sad. He knows that look very well because there were many times he has stayed up late to cry.

He goes to check on you and he hears the waterworks working the water. He knocks on the door and asks to be let in. You accept and he sees you try to scramble to gather your bearings, but the look on his face tells you that he knows. You let it all out, every single harsh detail about your past and how you felt like you didn’t deserve this new family because of it. He reminds you that your past is your past but you determine your own future.

Ace Trappola

Most definitely has been talking smack about you when you appear behind him at the perfect time. He has been beheaded multiple times because of it, and Deuce even threw hands with him because he’s just a jerk.

You often help Ace with his studies so he doesn’t have to rely on Azul’s treacherous and deceptive ways. In fact, he has been getting better scores than if he had gotten that cecaelia’s help. Riddle most definitely noticed.

When they host the accolade, he is the one to fix your plate and pour your tea for you. By this point, he was thoroughly educated by his Housewarden about how to treat a lady… or a Baroness in this situation.

Once the celebration is over with, you let it slip to him that it’s been a very long time since you had ever been able to celebrate being a ‘mom’. When he asks you to elaborate, you tell him about your misfortune in the past.

You tell him about your younger sister and how you used to be in love with her husband before you married someone else. You told him about the carriage accident and he feels like an absolute piece of shit for treating you the way he has. Please accept his apologies.

Deuce Spade

Would cling to you like you were his actual mother. He misses his own mom dearly, so it’s nice to have such a motherly presence at NRC. Like I said, he threw hands with Ace because how dare you talk to Mama Y/N like that??

You help Deuce 1) in his studies and 2) try to reel in his anger. You yourself are an angry person, but that has changed after your passing. This was a new world, so this would be a new you. The others have noticed that the first-year is doing a lot better in his classes.

When the grand accolade happens, he would be the one to stare at Ace in pure jealousy as he fixes your plate and pours your tea. You whisper to him and promise that he would be able to do it if you needed a refill on anything.

After the festivities, you quietly slip away. He most definitely noticed because he was appointed to help you back to your room. He saw the train of your gown had disappeared around the corner and he followed you.

Once he found you, you were pacing back and forth. He asked what was wrong and you let it all out. You told him everything. Deuce is a former delinquent, but he’s never heard anything so gruesome. He still loves you like a son loves his mother, but he won’t be able to look at you in the same way.

[allylikethecat]

hi! im new to your blog and discovered you through your Matty/Taylor fake dating fic and I just loved it. I hope you update it soon because the fic is perfect. I'm fairly new to caring about Matty (and by extension Matty/Taylor) because TTPD made me so fascinated by how messy they seemed. TTPD got me to read fanfic about them which previously only happened with Haylor (my beloved) and Tayvis. I think Matty has joined my list of Taylor's muses that I actually am interested in.

Following from that, do you have any recommendations for the 1975 songs? I'm not sure where to start.

Also, very excited to see Fictional!George meet Fictional!Taylor.

Hello and welcome! Thank you so much for reading 😊 I'm so happy to hear that you're enjoying You Know Where the City Is! Unfortunately, I'm not entirely sure when or if I'm going to be updating YKWTCI again. I've been having a lot of complicated feelings about Taylor lately and am currently not a huge fan of hers anymore- more power to the people that are, and I think she's incredibly talented, she's just not really for me anymore at the moment. I'm not saying inspiration won't strike and that I won't update it again, I just don't really have any kind of time line for it at the moment.

I also feel like I need to add a disclaimer that I really, really, really dislike Kelce and have for a very, very long time. (He's a fucking glorified oversized wide receiver and should not be part of the tight end conversations because he doesn't play the position fully- you will not be changing my mind on this I have the stats to back me up. Gronk is the greatest tight end of all time because he PLAYED THE POSITION FULLY and also Kelce only has success when runs the routes that are literally referred to as GRONK ROUTES because they where created for / popularized BY GRONK) I am a sports girlie at heart, I love football, and I hate the Chiefs so much.

In terms of The 1975 songs - WOW this feels like being asked to pick my favorite child lol I'd say start with their first self titled album and then move through the discography in chronological order. That's how I did it back in the dark ages (I didn't have a choice their self titled album was their only album when I started listening to them lol) BUT in terms of my favorites at this particular moment - it's always changing:

The 1975 - The City, Robbers, Menswear, Me, You

ILIWYS - Change of Heart, The Ballad of Me and my Brain, Lostmyhead, The Sound

A Brief Inquiry - Sincerity Is Scary, Love It If We Made It, It's Not Living, Inside Your Mind

Notes on a Conditional Form (Justice for Notes) - People, Frail State of Mind, The Birthday party, Road Kill, Me & You Together Song, I Think There's Something You Should Know, Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy), Nothing Revealed / Everything Denied, Guys

Being Funny In a Foreign Language - Happiness, Part of the Band, All I Need to Hear, About You, When We Are Together

Honorable mention because they're not technically on the albums: Medicine and Milk

Thank you SO MUCH for reading and for sending this ask my way! I hope you have a chance to check out some of my other fics and that you enjoy them as well. I also apologize if this isn't the answer you're looking for, and hopefully I will eventually get back to YKWTCI. If you ever want to chat about the boys, don't hesitate to reach out, they are one of my favorite topics of discussion lol I hope you are having a lovely Tuesday and that you have a fantastic rest of your week!

❤️Ally

[unsleepingtales]

When I saw that this episode has the biggest lore dump in d20 history I literally did Kermit the frog’s yaaaaaaaaay

Anyway. Episode 17 fhjy reactions!! This could be a short one bc I’m exhausted or it could be a long one because the episode is three hours long and has a lot of lore. The only way to learn is by playing and the only way to begin is by beginning so without further ado!

I having a great night I just got home from a concert and my food gets here in five minutes and I get to watch this!

It’s a sunglasses episode I see

Mazeyyyyy

I feel like having a polling booth at the party is somewhere along the line of voter intimidation or coercion or bribery or something but maybe I just take student gov too seriously

Awwww Adaine

Ooh yay my food is here

Bloke mode Kristen <3

Sklondaaaaa

Porter really wants a good eval lmao

Zac Oyama is so smart

Hi Sprak!

EMILY

EMILY AXFORD THE WOMAN YOU ARE

God I love that song concept so much

🚨ANKARNA ART ANKARNA ART🚨

She misses her wiiiiife

I neeeeed to know what Fig’s paladin oath is

We need high concept albums back

Fig once again psychologically tormenting another person

Kipperlilly’s house maybe?

BRITISH KRISTEN ART?????

Oh my god that’s horrifying. Not K2 😭

Ally and Lou!!

(bad English accent)

Rain on the dome!!! That’s so pretty

MM WHATCHA SAYYYYY

OHHHH Siobhan you are so smart

Love that Eugenia Shadow is a tattoo artist

Fabian is thinking So hard about how he’s gonna die before his mom and potential siblings

They’re so teenaged

Her CRISPS?

Yeah past a certain level of stress it really is hard to calm back down

Host a pool party

Awwwww

Oooooooop

Kristen. KRISTEN.

Oh god

Murph is so stressed

Yayyyy Bucky interaction time <3

Oh Brennan is so good at character physicality bc I can SEE Bucky getting angry

Bucky become a paladin of Cassandra pleaseeeee

Sweet boy

Yayyyyyy

Awww ayda

Augh things are Happening

Frosty fair?!

I love that everyone immediately knew what was happening when Lou started pretending to play pan pipes

And THAT’S why it’s a joke

AYDAAAAAA

We have been on our way to save us since before the lights of our world were first lit ❤️❤️

Emily staring STRAIGHT into the camera after the hot tub line

Sandra Lynn Faeth the woman that you are…

This is the kid who puked in a backpack on the first day

She does WHAT

Awww puppy hangman

(Brit-ish) 💀💀

Oi!

Litchrally

Oh fun!

So Fig’s oath almost definitely has something to do with Ankarna

Is it possible that Fig is the champion of Ankarna that Cassandra was talking about?

God we’re only halfway through the episode

The house of sunstone! Neat!

Oh goddddd

🚨EDGAR MENTION🚨

Yesssss nat20 investigation + legend lore <3

Honor the cock!

Oh shit

That’s so cute

Frostblade!!

Was it Sol????

Yeahhhh okay

Oh that dome projection is very startling

FUCK!!

CLIFFBREAKER MOTHERFUCKER

Weren’t they implied to be fucking

Jesus

Oh my god

I love paladin mechanics so fucking much

Oh she’s so beautiful

LOOK AT THEMMMMM oh god they’re so lovely

Ohhhh she could never let them harm her sister or her wife

A GOD WAS BORN IN THE GYM AND GRADUATION’S GONNA BE IN THE GYM

Ok good thank you

Yeah ok please enquire about why the polling place has to be at Fabian’s

Ally. Allyyyyy.

They’re such a good team guys. They’re great at what they do.

“A really dark time in my life” <- two weeks ago

Oh she’s so good

FUCK

Moon Murph!!

Ooh child! Things are a gonna get easier!

Arcane Tricksters are the best man. I love arcane tricksters in actual play I love playing arcane tricksters myself

I wanna be so authentically myself that it’s disruptive <3

OOH BABYYYYY

You know they’re eating baklava in church!

Loreeeee

Yeesh

Oh god what kind of speech does K2 give

FUCK

The booth is outside the boat

Ohhh that’s why they had the rain animation

OH MY GOD THAT IS A DIRECT TWISTING OF ADAINE’S LINE FROM SEASON ONE

“Well she can’t have been a very good oracle if she didn’t see the storm coming”

Oh my god this is insane

Ok. FUN.

[sindar-princeling]

I posted 465 times in 2022

That's 369 more posts than 2021!

235 posts created (51%)

230 posts reblogged (49%)

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I tagged 463 of my posts in 2022

#lotr newsletter - 164 posts

#it's mine my own my precious - 136 posts

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#not lotr - 28 posts

#frodo - 25 posts

#aragorn - 20 posts

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

absolutely loving the daily dracula idea let's do lord of the rings next

1,660 notes - Posted May 6, 2022

#4

between the newsletter’s entry where we learn the ponies are okay, me picking apart rings of power and analysing why it doesn’t fully feel like tolkien, and this one gifset of frodo and sam i reblogged, i felt like i finally have to gather my thoughts regarding what makes tolkien tolkien

and while there are many things that do, i’d argue that the most special one is its earnestness.

characters in LOTR care unabashedly, with all their hearts, and love so easily, whether it’s platonic, familial or romantic.

the hobbits feel like the most obvious example - merry, pippin and sam follow frodo for as long as they’re able; their loyalty goes deep to their bones, and their relationships are so full of trust, joy, devotion, fondness.

but all of LOTR is just more examples of the same thing. after the war legolas spends the rest of his life in middle-earth with gimli - they travel together for over a hundred years - and then he decides he won’t just say goodbye when gimli dies! and he does something that hasn’t been done before and just takes gimli to valinor, but not before aragorn dies. because they both loved him, too. faramir asks “do you not love me, eowyn?“ and she realises she does, and he says he’ll marry her and they’ll grow a garden and heal, and he kisses her even though everyone can see them. sam loves frodo, and he loves rosie, and he spends his life with her, then joins frodo in the undying lands after she dies.

and it shines through in the movies, too! it’s thanks to both the direction and the acting skills of the cast, of course, that so, so often all emotions are on full display - whenever sam and frodo interact, when aragorn kisses boromir’s forehead, when the hobbits say goodbye at the grey havens, when pippin finds merry at the battlefield, the way gandalf reacts when frodo says he’ll go to mordor, the way theoden breaks down at his son’s grave, the way he cares about eowyn like she’s his own child, the way eomer reacts when he finds eowyn and thinks she’s dead. those are just examples off the top of my head.

it’s also very special to me because in many fictional works (not only in fantasy) people just aren’t allowed to be that open - mostly men, but not exclusively - meanwhile this earnestness is something i always look for in fiction.

it stands out especially if you consider some fantasy creators (not naming any names but you know who i mean ajsjdjfjf) saying they “just want to reflect the misogyny of the period” (which is just bullshit and also demeaning to people of all genders in so many ways), because while LOTR is heavily male-dominated, tolkien managed to do something very, very interesting and important there.

he says, “war is the province of men”, but it doesn’t mean you’re supposed to want to be there. you’re not supposed to want to go to battle, suffer and/or die. eomer wants eowyn to stay home because he loves her, and couldn’t stand to see her die in a cruel, gruesome way (and when he thinks she’s dead, it’s the most devastating display of grief in the whole movie trilogy).

the heroes go to war because there are things that need defending, and dying for a noble cause is honorable, but again - it’s about defending, not about fighting. the clearest villains of LOTR are people who want the war to happen. many of the heroes, most of whom are men, just want peace for their people, want companionship (one of the first things aragorn says to the hobbits is that he’d be happy to have more friends, because being a ranger means he’s lonely), or want a good meal and a good drink like the hobbits. they want comfort and warmth. they want to finish a book like bilbo. they want to live in a garden among all things that live and grow like faramir. they want to marry and have a home and kids like sam.

and the things is, it’s not always that common in fiction, but it’s absolutely common, you know. IN REAL LIFE? BECAUSE MEN ARE PEOPLE? so it’s just really good to have tolkien absolutely divorce masculinity in his works from how his characters show emotions, or how much comfort they crave. and that is a realistic approach i’m interested in.

1,956 notes - Posted October 2, 2022

#3

The previous post made me think some more about the real life influences on LOTR, so because I’m down with a cold and have a lot of time to spare, I finally wanted to write a coherent post about those comments GRRM made about Aragorn and his tax policy.

For those who haven’t heard the actual quote, here it is:

Tolkien can say that Aragorn became king and reigned for a hundred years, and he was wise and good. But Tolkien doesn’t ask the question: What was Aragorn’s tax policy? Did he maintain a standing army? What did he do in times of flood and famine? And what about all these orcs? By the end of the war, Sauron is gone but all of the orcs aren’t gone – they’re in the mountains. Did Aragorn pursue a policy of systematic genocide and kill them? Even the little baby orcs, in their little orc cradles? In real life, real-life kings had real-life problems to deal with. Just being a good guy was not the answer.

And my god, do I have problems with this approach to Tolkien. It’s kind of like asking why Bilbo was unconscious for a lot of the battle of five armies, when we know it was a story Tolkien was telling his kids before sleep.

When looking at LOTR, I think you can’t not read it as an ultimate escapist fantasy - and what’s most important, Tolkien’s personal escapist fantasy.

He is Frodo - a man born into a middle class family, educated, well-read, with close friends coming from the same “social sphere”, like Merry and Pippin, who died in WWI. Sam is in a very literal sense the batmen Tolkien fought with, which he said he considered “so far superior to myself”.

Tolkien had a few batmen during the war, like the article from my previous post mentions. Most probably because he fought in a few different units, but also, he may have lost some of them to war.

And in LOTR, they all get a happy ending.

Of all four of them, Frodo is the only one who can’t return home, most probably mirroring Tolkien’s trauma. He’s the only one whose ending is grounded in trauma, PTSD, loss. The rest of the hobbits get happy endings - very simple and traditional in a way that after the war was nothing but good - they marry, they have kids, the kids marry each other, everyone is happy and lives long lives.

Sam, especially, gets the happiest ending of all in this sense - he marries a woman he grew up with, he has so many beautiful kids, he is mayor for like seven times and everyone loves him, the Shire thrives.

Tolkien was too traumatised after the war not to write Frodo as a mirror of his experiences. But then he took all the people who fought alongside him, who suffered alongside him, people who he lost, and gave them the happiest fairy tale endings he could think of. And it’s not that Merry, Pippin and Sam weren’t as traumatised - this ending is not meant to belittle their experiences - Tolkien is simply giving them the ending that real life didn’t give them.

Returning to the original point, to Aragorn - it’s just another version of the same mechanism. Gondor was struggling, Gongor had Mordor as their immediate neighbours and was heavily affected by the war as well. And then there came a just, good king, and everything was fine. The end. It’s a subplot of the same fantasy as the hobbits’ endings. It doesn’t matter how hard ruling is, we trust that Aragorn is a good king, because people of Gondor deserve a good king (the people of the real world deserved a good ruler who wouldn’t drag them to war), and we know that Aragorn is an honorable, just man.

Nothing about the LOTR ending - apart from Frodo’s trauma - is meant to be realistic. Why would Tolkien want to write WWI and the aftermath - this time fictional.

2,038 notes - Posted September 24, 2022

#2

a friendly reminder 🔫🙂

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8,910 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

between describing elrond as an "ambitious political leader" and describing GoT as a "spiritual successor to lotr movies" I see now how stupid it was to think that the lotr series' intended audience would be you know. lotr fans

9,688 notes - Posted February 11, 2022

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[earmo-imni]

Marijn's OC Masterlist

I have finally. FINALLY. Put together an OC masterpost like I said I wanted to do ages ago. (I actually did start one then, but I changed my mind about how I wanted to do it so. I redid it all.) Uh, disclaimer, I do have a number of Harry Potter OCs; however I no longer give JKR any money and simply play with my imaginary dolls in the privacy of my own mind and blog. If you have a problem with that (which, fair) please either block the tags hp series and hp ocs or simply unfollow/block me, whatever floats your boat. I'm going to keep playing with my dolls.

Other fandoms include Lord of the Rings, Fullmetal Alchemist (Brotherhood and Manga), Fairy Tail, and Castlevania (Netflix series).

⭐️ indicates a character I am especially attached to

❤️ indicates a character I am currently hyperfixating on

This is still a work in progress! Many of these will link to separate posts with more details eventually, because I have lots and lots of characters and lots and lots of feelings about them. It's just...going to take a while.

Additional posts because this was getting too unwieldy:

Aro-Polyam Found Family DND Party

DND, TTRPG, and LARP Characters

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Lord of the Rings

Mavwin Fëanoriel ⭐️

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Demigirl

Orientation: Grey-romantic asexual

Age: Around 8000 years

My most developed and third-ever OC, Mavwin is the third child and only daughter of Fëanor. In her youth she was a princess and an artist who loved her father fiercely. In the First Age she became a warrior and a leader, as well as a war criminal, having sworn the Oath of Fëanor and committed the Kinslayings alongside her brothers. Unlike her brothers, however, she survived the First Age with the help of her foster sons Elrond and Elros, and became a war hero in the wars against Sauron in the Second Age. By the time of The Lord of the Rings, she is a depressed and traumatized warrior slowly dying of grief. She ends up getting a very happy ending, winning Legolas' heart and finally getting to sail home to Valinor and finding healing after the Oath is mysteriously broken.

Carwegon

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Trans Man

Orientation: Gay Demiromantic Demisexual

Age: Around 2000 years

A Silvan warrior from Mirkwood and one of Legolas's friends who accompanies him to Rivendell. Genuinely just created so Legolas had someone to talk to in Mavwin's story. ADHD af, carves wood as a hobby, loves his spouse Lalar.

Lalar

Pronouns: They/Them

Gender: Nonbinary

Orientation: Gay Demiromantic Demisexual

Age: 3500-ish

A Silvan warrior from Mirkwood and one of Legolas's friends who accompanies him to Rivendell. Also created solely so Legolas had someone to talk to. Has a really nice laugh and loves their husband Carwegon.

Eleniel

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Female

Orientation: Heterosexual

Age: Around 3000, maybe a little less

My second ever OC, I’m only including her because my list feels incomplete otherwise. I made her when I was fourteen, wrote several thousand words for her, then stopped writing fanfic altogether for nearly a decade. Her only highlights are being Legolas’s fiance, having the dubious honor of getting stabbed with a Morgul blade twice in her lifetime, and having the equally dubious honor of speaking extremely bad “Elvish.”

She’s been pretty much entirely eclipsed by Mavwin at this point and is unlikely to ever get so much as a downgrade to side character status, much less a revamp to her actual story.

Edit: Literally as I was working on this post, I came up with a possible revamp and tie-in to Mavwin's story, so...this space might change in the future. We'll see.

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Harry Potter

Aisling "Ash" Doherty ⭐️

Pronouns: Ze/Hir

Gender: Butch

Orientation: (Aroace) Lesbian

Age: 30s (same age as Sarah)

House: Hufflepuff

Ah, Aisling. For many months called only “Severus Snape’s Queer Irish Best Friend,” Ash has since become much more than that, and yet that is still who ze is at hir core.

Aisling (pronounced ash-ling) is the child of Fenrir Greyback and an unsuspecting young Northern Irish woman who fell victim to him. Raised by her loving mother and abusive stepfather, ze hails from Derry, Northern Ireland, going to hir first year at Hogwarts just weeks after the first riots of the Troubles erupted in hir own neighborhood. Aisling quickly became friends with Lily Evans and Severus Snape, in particular bonding with Severus over their terrible childhoods and James Potter being an asshole. Highlights of Ash’s story: accompanied Severus to the Shrieking Shack in their fifth year only to get bit by Remus and turned into a werewolf; moved to London after graduating and found a home in the punk and queer communities there, finding work as a bartender despite hir lycanthropy with their support; undying but not blind loyalty to Severus; extremely complicated relationship with the surviving Marauders. Ends up being Harry’s cool aunt* and living with Severus in a London flat.

Sarah Taylor

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Cis Woman

Orientation: Bisexual, but the kind that doesn't realize it, because everyone thinks people of all genders are hot, right?

Age: 30s (same age as Aisling)

House: Gryffindor

Sarah was my very first OC (technically I think I had one prior to her but I don’t remember that one anyway sooooooo). However, she got a massive and much-needed revamp in recent years. (Originally she was one of the most hetero- and amatonormative things you’d ever see in your entire life and it was mildly horrifying to look back on.)

So! Sarah’s mother had the dubious honor of being the only person Fenrir Greyback ever really loved. Not long after Sarah was conceived, however, her mother finally discovered Greyback’s true nature and ran, hiding out in the English countryside. There Sarah was raised alongside Remus Lupin, with the two quickly becoming close friends. After Remus was attacked by Greyback, Sarah’s mother and the Lupins worked together to move around the country in hopes of keeping the two children safe. Sarah, meanwhile, decided to dedicate her life to protecting Remus. Highlights of Sarah’s story: became an illegal Animagus (a wolf) in her third year so she could spend full moons with Remus; started dating Remus in their fifth year and married him soon after graduating; also joined the Ministry after graduation in an attempt to change society and the treatment of werewolves from the inside; after James and Lily die she and Remus search for Harry and move to Little Whinging to keep an eye on him, posing as a government career-woman and a house-husband with a part-time job at the local library. Ends the series living with Sirius and Remus in a nice cottage out in the countryside with a lot of well-warded land for the werewolves (Ash, Remus) and Animagi (Sarah, Sirius) in the family to roam during full moons.

Lukas Greyback

Pronouns: He/Him

Gender: Trans Man

Orientation: Gay

Age: 30s (two years older than Aisling and Sarah)

House: Slytherin

Okay, so for those who are Homestucks, you know Blood Players? Yeah, that’s this guy.

Lukas Greyback is the oldest child of Fenrir Greyback. Born into Fenrir’s pack, Lukas was Fenrir’s chosen heir—probably the only reason Fenrir was so accepting of Lukas being trans, as he’d been disappointed that his heir was apparently female. Fenrir did his best to indoctrinate his son with his views and train him to fight against the Wizarding World, even going so far as to protect him from getting bit and sending him to Hogwarts so that he would know how to defend himself magically. That was also Fenrir’s biggest mistake, however, as Lukas found people there who befriended him despite his parentage and unusual upbringing. His half-siblings and even some of their friends showed him the truth: although the Wizarding World could be cruel and discriminatory, there were still people who fought against the cruelty.

Armed with the Power of Friendship this knowledge, Lukas returned to Fenrir after graduating and confronted him once he’d been turned into a werewolf, declaring that he would rather make allies among the wizards and fight for werewolf rights politically instead of in a violent revolution. Enraged, Fenrir attacked him, blinding him in one eye and driving him out of the pack.

Undaunted, Lukas proceeded to work to form his own rival pack of those werewolves who suffered under Fenrir’s capricious rule, or desired reconciliation and acceptance from the Wizarding World. To that end, Lukas cultivated a calm, charismatic persona, achieving a near-religious following amongst those who joined him. His siblings still act as his closest allies in the Wizarding World, helping him to work from within in order to bring about the peace they all desire.

Brittany Albright

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: "Girl" (Really she's agender but she doesn't have the words for it, and she's non-dysphoric anyway)

Orientation: Lesbian probably

Age: 30s (three years younger than Aisling and Sarah)

House: Ravenclaw

Brittany is the baby of the Greyback half-siblings, and tends to prefer the background, so I don’t really have a great grasp on her just yet. Here’s what I do know, however.

Brittany was born to a very, very young Muggle woman, a girl, really (because Greyback is a terrible person, as we all know), and was thus raised initially as her mother’s younger sister. Given the circumstances of Brittany's conception, however, her existence raised a lot of stress for her birth family, and life wasn't easy for her. Being neurodivergent and magical in a neurotypical, Muggle household didn’t help. She was eventually, around the age of six, given up for adoption as a result of all the tension, and a very kind, very neurodivergent Muggle professor ended up adopting her and gave her a much better childhood until they were pleasantly surprised by her Hogwarts letter.

Personality-wise, Brittany tends to be very quiet and shy and masks really hard, all the time. If you're able to gain her trust and make her feel comfortable, however, she basically becomes Entrapta from She-Ra and the Princesses of Power. She's fond of researching both Muggle technology and Wizarding magic in hopes of improving the state of technology in the Wizarding World.

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Other Fandoms

Rune Arthana

Fandom: Fairy Tail

Pronouns: Fae/Faer

Gender: Nonbinary

Orientation: ?????

Age: 17

Fae is just a little guy, you know?

Rune is a shy, mysterious member of Fairy Tail. Found and brought to the guild by Gildarts after faer father died from Magic Deficiency Disease, Rune uses “Spirit Magic,” magic that calls upon the spirits of the world around faer and apparently learned from the ruins Rune explored with faer parents, and is always accompanied by a large, magical, sentient hound.

The truth is that Rune’s dad mistranslated some ancient manuscripts that Zeref left lying around somewhere, and that “Spirit Magic” is actually Living Magic. Rune’s actually creating spirits from the things around faer. Fae is not very happy when fae encounters Zeref on Tenrou and finds this out.

Morgan the Doll

Fandom: Seven Deadly Sins (Nanatsu no Taizai)

Pronouns: He/They

Gender: Nonbinary Transmasc

Orientation: Aroace

Age: 2500-ish

Aka the container for all my gender dysphoria.

Somehow, in this universe, early on in Meliodas and Elizabeth’s curses, Merlin found notes from the original Gowther describing how to create a sentient magical doll, same as Gowther the Sin. In the interest of helping her friends, she created Morgan, a pretty female doll who could accompany Meliodas and use her emotion-based magic to help keep him stable during the long and tormenting years.

Morgan didn’t quite turn out as expected, however, because it turns out when you create a sentient being, that being tends to have their own ideas. While they did their best to serve and help Meliodas, and indeed became a close friend and confidant to both Meliodas and many incarnations of Elizabeth, they struggled with things like their sense of purpose, self-worth, identity, and gender over the millennia. (Gender, at least, was resolved fairly early on, actually, when Meliodas urged Morgan to do what they wanted instead of what he wanted, and Morgan promptly gave themself top surgery—something much more easily accomplished as a doll. Not that they didn’t give Meliodas a heart attack when he walked in on them. On the upside they’ve got really cool stitches on their scars!)

Madalena the Dhampir

Fandom: Castlevania (Netflix TV Show)

Pronouns: She/Her

Gender: Girl?

Orientation: Probably a lesbian

Age: 17-19?

A young dhampir literally raised by wolves, Madalena gets adopted by Dracula after Carmilla finds her on her way to Dracula’s castle and decides to drag her along as a “gift.” Dracula being a good dad when not drowning in grief and rage, he manages to drag himself out of his funk enough to care for Madalena and begin teaching her reading, writing, and fighting.

When Carmilla and the protagonists attack the castle, Dracula sends her to hide. She comes out a few days later to find only Alucard, who, after an initial scuffle over his part in Dracula’s death, adopts Madalena as his sister and continues the education his father began.

Rebecca “Beck” David ❤️

(Huge thank you to @cthonicascendant for making this for me!)

Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist (Manga and Brotherhood)

True Name: Tema shim Lakhel

Pronouns: They/Them

Gender: Nonbinary

Orientation: ?????

Age: 17

My newest OC, Beck is a deeply religious Ishvalan teen traveling with the Elric brothers for much of the story. Having been the only member of their family to survive the Ishvalan genocide, they have a lot of complicated feelings about alchemy, the Amestrian military, and Amestris and Amestrians in general, but they also believe that traveling with Ed and Al could be an opportunity to change Amestrians’ attitudes towards Ishvalans.

Eventually, however, they discover their mentor from the temple, who we know as Scar, is still alive and also really fucked up, which kind of throws a wrench in all their good intentions. And also there’s all the rest of the plot.

Featuring: a lot of trauma, anger, and tears; protective mentor Scar; lots of warm fuzzy feelings, religious discussions, and shared trauma between mentor!Scar and student!Tema; Whoops They Inherited My Religious Feelings; Oh God There’s Worldbuilding; Oh God There’s Conlang (Sort Of), and Rehabilitative Justice For The Win

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I have made the terrible mistake of reading this not in the privacy of my home, so if you saw me on the stairmaster at the gym, crying over my phone, no you didn't lol

Many thoughts so I'm gonna utilize the read more function lol

Alex could remember those late nights, sneaking back through the backdoor after being at a party they shouldn’t have been at. Their mom, somehow, always knowing that they had left, would leave a plate of cookies, water, and tylenol on the kitchen counter with a note: “Cookies gone, means you are home. Wake me if you need - love, mom” 

She truly is the best mom 🥰

While Maxwell decided he too, was going to join the military, getting into West Point (something that surprised the whole family when he applied), Jasper was going to NYU to major in music (also something that surprised the whole family). 

I love surprise choices like that lol

“Mom would’ve made dessert,” Maxwell said.  And just like that, the tension filled the kitchen once again. Ella looked around, trying to fight back the burning sensation of tears in her eyes. She was yet to cry, and she told herself she wasn’t going to start crying over a comment about dessert.

I have cried over dessert for lesser reasons, so I think in that instance totally fair game to cry 🤷🏻‍♀️

The whole table burst back out into laughter, not a single one of them paying attention to their dad in the doorway. It felt like old times, and for the first time in a week, Jake felt like his heart was beating in his chest again. There was warmth in the house that he once considered his home. 

🥹🥹🥹

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, “What was the worst?”  “Rooster Bradshaw telling me that my wife had my son on our bedroom floor.” 

Yeah that is definitely not a phone call one wants to get 😅

He had decided last night that he was going to sell the house. It didn’t feel the same knowing that his wife wasn’t going to walk through the door anymore or spend hours upon hours in the backyard building the garden of her dreams. Their children were all scattered across the country, Ella and Alex in Northern California, Eli in the midwest, and the Twins on the East Coast. Sure, the kids were upset when Jake had told them that he was selling their family home, but they knew it was for the best.

What a tough choice, but I get it..

“Yeah but, it’s the door,” Jasper whispered, “We all got measured on the door. Hell, even Bucky and Steve got measured on the door.”  A pang of sadness hit Jake as he looked toward the front closet door. Jake could remember holding a very small, toddler Alex against the door as Y/N marked his height on his first birthday. It had been a tradition ever since then, each Seresin child (both human and furbaby) got measured on their birthday against the door. Jake didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, grabbing his tool kit. His kids all stared at him as he walked in, opening the closet door and began taking it off the hinges. 

I think it's a great way to commemorate Athens house and memories that were made there this way 🥹

It wasn’t very often that civilian funerals got honored this way. But when your aunt is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, some calls get made. The moment Grace “Dragon” Bradshaw got the call about Y/N Seresin, she was pulling out all the stops she could. Dragon had called Jake, telling him that she was sending a unit to stand by Y/N’s body, until she could be moved to the funeral home. It was the least she could do, given all Y/N has done over the years. Sure, being a naval aviator was hard work; flying missions at top speed, spending months at a time in the middle of the ocean, working your body to its physical and mental limits, wondering if you are going to make it home alive. But being the one at home, having to take care of the kids and the house and the animals and everything else, was also hard. 

She really deserves it all 🥹❤️

He never imagined that there would come a day, him still in the Navy and Y/N not here.

💔💔💔

“I want to get one of those pull-behind campers,” Y/N said as they looked up at the stars one night, “My parents did about a month-long camping trip when dad retired. I want to do that.”  “Sweets, we can do anything you want,” Jake said, looking at her like she had hung the moon. It took a strong woman to stand next to a military man, and an even stronger woman to have a family with him. If a month-long camping trip to the middle of nowhere was what she wanted, then that’s what she was going to get

Jake would hang the moon for her if she asked, so a camping trip is just the bare minimum he would give🥹

And Y/N was beyond proud of her kids. She had jokingly gotten those car decals that say “Proud Military Mom” and “My Daughter is in the Navy!”, putting each of them in the fridge. The kids hated them, blushing in embarrassment every time someone would point them out, but Y/N was so proud of them. She even managed to find a “My Son is going to NYU!” sticker for Jasper. 

The best and proudest mom 🥹🥰

“Your funeral was beautiful. I bet God heard you coming.”

😭😭😭

 “I’m not sure if I can find the right words to say,” Jake started, looking at the large portrait of his wife, “There’s no right words to explain what it feels like to lose the love of your life. Though we’ve been together for half the time we’ve been alive. . . it still feels like we didn’t get enough time. And some days, I’m not sure if I can live without her.” 

Oh no I have feeling where this is going 💔🥺

Jake’s eyes shifted to his kids, who all sat in the front row, their partners and children sitting behind them, “Your mother was perfect. In every single thing she did. She was perfect. She would lie and say ‘I’m not perfect’, but she was. There will never, ever, be another person like her. And I’m so lucky that she took a chance on me. Even when I messed it all up, she still took a chance on me. There’s going to be a hole in my heart, for the rest of my life.” 

He didn’t really have much to say to them, other than he was thankful that they came to the funeral. Jake never realized the amount of people that Y/N had met over the years or had created some impact on. People from Lemoore, Pensacola, Hawai’i, and even from overseas had flown in when they heard what had happened. 

She touched a lot of people's hearts and impacted them in them probably in the best way during her life🥺

It was truly like a blast from the past. All at the table sat a kid from every dagger squad member; Alex Seresin, Stella Machado, Cash Bradshaw, Piper Trace, Josephine Floyd, Mickey Jr Garcia, and Jordan Fitch. It filled Jake’s heart with joy, knowing that the next generation was as close as he is to his friends. 

🥰🥹🥰🥹

“He said he couldn't live without her.”

“Didn’t think we’d all be back so soon.” “Neither did I,” Alex sighed and wrapped his sister up in a tight hug. It was a lie, Alex knew the last time he saw his dad, that it wasn’t going to be a long time until they were all called back here. Alex felt a tad guilty, the morning that he left, with a box full of stuff from the house, his wife and child in tow, watching his dad’s retreating figure out the rearview window. He wished he would have stayed. He wished that he would have convinced Jake to come up to Lemoore with him. To get some time away from the house, away from the memory of the love he had lost. Jake was stubborn, giving his son the promise to visit soon for the birth of his next grandbaby. But instead, Alex got another tearful call from his sister, begging him to come back home. 

I feel like Alex wouldn't have been able to convince Jake to come no matter what, nobody would have. Not his kids, not his friends. He is stubborn and stubborn in love with his late wife, he probably had made his decision even before the funeral...

Jake "Hangman" Seresin, flies fighter jets and has looked death in the eyes because of that multiple times, dies of a broken heart 💔 it feels almost poetic to me, in a Greek tragedy kinda way...

Me during and after this masterpiece:

Pink Skies - J. Seresin x Shy!Wifey

whumptober masterlist || previous day

Prompt: "Leave No Trace Behind, Like You don't Even Exist"

synopsis: The Seresin kids have all come home, but not for the reason they wish it was for. Jake has to face his hardest challenge yet, saying goodbye to the love of his life. Based on the song "Pink Skies" By Zach Bryan

warnings: MAJOR character death, implied suicide, dying of a broken heart, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of postmortem body tampering (does not happen, but it is a concern that is brought up), mentions of parental death, grieving process.

word count: 4.3k

“The kids are in town for a funeral. So pack the car and dry your eyes.” 

Alex let out a deep sigh as he parked his car in front of the one place he had been dreading coming back to. Ever since getting that call, he had waited until the last possible moment to make the trip down from Lemoore. He would’ve put it off longer, showing up the day of, but a tearful call from his sister told him he needed to be back sooner. 

The house felt cold as he turned the knob, the only sign of life was the misplaced shoes by the front door and his dad’s truck in the driveway. He had been back a few weeks prior, helping do some odd end things while his dad attended to his mother, and even then, the house still felt warm and lived in. Now, this house felt anything like the childhood home he had been raised in. 

“Elle!?” Alex shouted, hearing voices and clattering from the kitchen. 

“In here!” His sister called out. Her blonde hair looked like a halo around her head as she turned to greet her brother, “Hey,” Her smile was bright, well as bright as it could be as she pulled him for a tight hug, “How are ya stranger?” 

“Been good,” Alex nodded stiffly, pulling back from his sister, “Where’s everyone else?” 

Ella sighed, stuffing her hands in the back pocket of her jeans, “Eli and Stella are at Val and Javy’s. I sent the twins to go grocery shopping and Dad is um. . . at the funeral home with grandpa and grandma.” 

Alex nodded again, watching as his sister got back to work cooking whatever meal she managed to scrounge up. Even though she had the looks and personality of their father, Ella Seresin was her mother to a t. She was the one who spent hours in the kitchen helping make meals and bake. Alex sat down at the kitchen table, glancing briefly at the various hospital bills and sympathy cards that had gathered there. Flowers had also started to gather around the kitchen, and he guessed that Ella also took care of all those. 

“Where’s Piper?” Ella spoke up from stirring something on the stove, “I swear Dad must have been photosynthesizing these past two weeks. I barely had the basic ingredients for spaghetti.” 

“She’ll come down tomorrow with Billie.” 

“God, I miss that girl.” 

Alex did too even though it had only been a day since he had seen his little girl. Her big blue eyes, soft blonde curls and big smile could make anyone in this situation feel better. All he wanted to do was curl up with his girls by his side. 

The two eldest Seresin kids sat in silence as Ella continued to work on dinner. Alex missed the days of being so near his siblings. Him and Ella had always been two peas in a pod, though their personalities varied greatly, they always leaned on each other when they needed one another. Alex could remember those late nights, sneaking back through the backdoor after being at a party they shouldn’t have been at. Their mom, somehow, always knowing that they had left, would leave a plate of cookies, water, and tylenol on the kitchen counter with a note: 

“Cookies gone, means you are home. Wake me if you need - love, mom” 

How Alex wished he could turn back time and get a plate of her homemade chocolate chip cookies again. 

The silence was broken with the sound of the garage door opening, followed by the rambunctious sound of the youngest Seresin boys. Jasper and Maxwell Seresin stumbled through the door, grocery bags lined on their arms. Jasper’s blonde hair was long, hitting past his shoulders while Maxwell kept his cut short in a fade. Their eyes both widened seeing their older brother sitting at the table. 

“Do I have to like, salute you or some shit?” Maxwell asked, and Alex chuckled. 

“No you shit head,” Alex smiled, standing up and walking to his younger brother. The boy set the groceries down, embracing Alex in a hug. Alex fought back the sting of tears as he hugged him. Being almost 10 years apart had its positives and negatives. Alex got to watch them grow up with a whole new perspective, but he also missed out on those vital years when he went to the academy. While Maxwell decided he too, was going to join the military, getting into West Point (something that surprised the whole family when he applied), Jasper was going to NYU to major in music (also something that surprised the whole family). 

“Missed you bro,” Maxwell nodded, pulling away from him. 

“Missed you too,” Alex said, “And you,” He looked at Jasper, “Looking like fucking Fabio.” 

Jasper chuckled, running a hand through his hair, “Someone had to live the California lifestyle.” 

“Get over here,” Alex chuckled, pulling him into a hug too, “How are you guys? Doing. . . okay?” 

The twins looked at each other, it was a loaded question with about ten different answers they could give. The easy answer was to say “yes, we’re fine,” but they knew that would be a lie. Instead, they both just shrugged, grabbing plastic bags from the ground and beginning to put them away. Alex shot his sister a look, who also just shrugged. She knew them better than he did, having stayed in San Diego for college, completing ROTC before going to flight school and becoming a pilot herself. As much as Alex envied his sister for living the dream that he wanted, he was mighty proud of her. Only a handful of women were pilots in the Navy, and an even smaller number were TopGun pilots. 

“I’m making spaghetti,” Ella said, trying to cut the tension in the kitchen, “Should be ready soon. Anyone heard from Dad? Eli?” 

“Eli said he’s staying at Aunt Val’s for dinner, but will be home for dessert,” Jasper chimed in, “You did make dessert, didn’t you?” 

“The fuck I look like?” Ella sassed, “Betty Crocker?” 

“Mom would’ve made dessert,” Maxwell said. 

And just like that, the tension filled the kitchen once again. Ella looked around, trying to fight back the burning sensation of tears in her eyes. She was yet to cry, and she told herself she wasn’t going to start crying over a comment about dessert. She sniffled, blinking back tears as she looked up at the ceiling, seeing that there was still a crack in the foundation that her dad was supposed to fix years ago. 

“You’re right,” Ella nodded, “And she would’ve let us take turns having a spoon of batter.” Ella clapped her hands, “Alright, pretty sure I wrote down the ingredients for chocolate chip cookies. Help me get them started?” She looked at her three brothers, who all nodded and helped her find the items. 

— — — 

“I know they’ve got plenty of young blood left in them”

It was dark by the time Jake had returned back to the house. This day had been more exhausting than the past three had been. Who knew there were so many details to decide on for a funeral? Jake was thankful that he had sat down and gone through all that so many, many years ago, putting it all in a manila envelope he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. He was slightly pissed that she had never thought of doing that, but then again, no one expected to one day just die before their life was truly over. 

Jake was surprised when he opened his front door to be met with the sound of laughter and soft music in the background. His house had been quiet for so many days that he had somewhat started to get used to it. He tossed his keys in the bowl by the front door and toed off his shoes, before making his way to the kitchen where he was met with the sight of his five children, all sitting around the table, all laughing. 

“Oh my god,” Eli shook his head, tears in his eyes, “I don’t remember that at all.” 

“Oh I do,” Alex said, “I thought Mom was going to ground my ass for days. I did everything I could to glue Bucky’s urn back together.” 

The whole table burst back out into laughter, not a single one of them paying attention to their dad in the doorway. It felt like old times, and for the first time in a week, Jake felt like his heart was beating in his chest again. There was warmth in the house that he once considered his home. 

“Hey dad,” Ella said, tipping her wine glass to him, “Alex was just telling us about how he and Eli decided to play football in the house and broke Bucky’s urn.” 

“It wasn’t me! It was Maxwell!” Alex pleaded, “I was just supposed to be babysitting.” 

Jake chuckled, shaking his head at the memory. Y/N had been in near tears when she came home to her eldest son sweeping up the ashes of their beloved family pet. Jake couldn’t believe what he was hearing over the phone as she tried to explain. 

“Surprisingly, that’s not the worst phone call I got while at work,” Jake sighed, pulling up a chair and sitting next to his daughter. 

“Oh yeah?” Eli challenged, “What was the worst?” 

“Rooster Bradshaw telling me that my wife had my son on our bedroom floor.” 

— — — 

“So clean the house, clear the drawers, mop the floors, stand tall” 

Jake hated packing. 

Over the course of his military career, he had packed up and moved with a moment's notice. Before he had met Y/N, all his personal belongings had been what the Navy had issued him, plus a handful of civilian clothes and things to go out in. It was easier that way, to shove all his stuff into those navy blue duffle bags and leave for his next assignment. But Y/N had changed all that the moment she came into his life. 

He had never felt like he could settle down, that he could actually put things on his walls, and buy furniture and have an actual house that was a home, and not the standard issued living quarters the Navy had. When he had asked Y/N to move in with him, the first thing she showed up with was a welcome mat to place in front of the door. Jake could remember smiling so big, his cheeks hurt, before handing her his credit card and telling her, “make this place your home.” 

Now, Jake sat in their bedroom, a cardboard box at his feet as he wondered where to start cleaning. He had decided last night that he was going to sell the house. It didn’t feel the same knowing that his wife wasn’t going to walk through the door anymore or spend hours upon hours in the backyard building the garden of her dreams. Their children were all scattered across the country, Ella and Alex in Northern California, Eli in the midwest, and the Twins on the East Coast. Sure, the kids were upset when Jake had told them that he was selling their family home, but they knew it was for the best. Alex had immediately opened his doors for his dad to come live with him. 

Jake sighed, shaking his head and standing up from the bed. The bedroom was going to be a job for another day. 

Jake walked downstairs, where his kids were busy making piles of things to keep and things to give away. He smiled as he watched them reminisce about different items they found; pictures of them as kids, old sports trophies, art projects that hung on the fridge. 

“Hey, who is gonna get the door?” Jasper asked, as he was wearing an old baseball team hat. 

“Oh shit yeah,” Maxwell nodded, “What are we going to do with the door?” 

Alex shrugged, “It's part of the house.” 

“Yeah but, it’s the door,” Jasper whispered, “We all got measured on the door. Hell, even Bucky and Steve got measured on the door.” 

A pang of sadness hit Jake as he looked toward the front closet door. Jake could remember holding a very small, toddler Alex against the door as Y/N marked his height on his first birthday. It had been a tradition ever since then, each Seresin child (both human and furbaby) got measured on their birthday against the door. Jake didn’t say anything as he walked into the garage, grabbing his tool kit. His kids all stared at him as he walked in, opening the closet door and began taking it off the hinges. 

“Dad. . .” Ella called out to him, but the look on his face told them he was determined to get this door off the hinges. Alex stood up from his spot on the floor, going to Jake and helping him. Once the door was off, Alex leaned it against the wall, tears in his eyes. 

“So,” Jake huffed a breath, looking over at his kids, “Ella, there was no way you were four-one on your eighth birthday.” 

Ella ended up taking the door home. 

— — — 

“If you could see ‘em now, you’d be proud.” 

Ella couldn’t remember the last time she had dug her dress blues out of her closet. It had to have been for her Uncle Mav’s funeral years ago. She wasn’t shocked to see them outdated, with her old rank and ribbons still on them. She hated wearing her dress blues. Nothing good ever came from wearing dress blues. 

It wasn’t very often that civilian funerals got honored this way. But when your aunt is the commander of the Pacific Fleet, some calls get made. The moment Grace “Dragon” Bradshaw got the call about Y/N Seresin, she was pulling out all the stops she could. Dragon had called Jake, telling him that she was sending a unit to stand by Y/N’s body, until she could be moved to the funeral home. It was the least she could do, given all Y/N has done over the years. Sure, being a naval aviator was hard work; flying missions at top speed, spending months at a time in the middle of the ocean, working your body to its physical and mental limits, wondering if you are going to make it home alive. But being the one at home, having to take care of the kids and the house and the animals and everything else, was also hard. 

How Y/N did it, was beyond Dragon’s knowledge. Raising five kids while Jake was gone for extended periods of time. Dragon could remember the first time she had to deploy, leaving behind her husband and son, Cash, she thought she wasn’t going to make it through. Dragon had called Bradley in tears, totally ignoring the time difference, begging to see her son. It was even harder for Dragon after the birth of her daughter, Noa. 

Jake sat on his bed, his hat in his hands. His thumb rubbed along the worn edge, trying to find the strength to put it on and go down stairs. He was thankful that Dragon had gotten this honor for his wife, knowing the sacrifices she had made during his time in the Navy. He never imagined that there would come a day, him still in the Navy and Y/N not here. Every plan that they ever had, the things they had dreamed about doing once the ink dried on his retirement papers. 

“I want to get one of those pull-behind campers,” Y/N said as they looked up at the stars one night, “My parents did about a month-long camping trip when dad retired. I want to do that.” 

“Sweets, we can do anything you want,” Jake said, looking at her like she had hung the moon. It took a strong woman to stand next to a military man, and an even stronger woman to have a family with him. If a month-long camping trip to the middle of nowhere was what she wanted, then that’s what she was going to get, “I’ve never been up to Yellowstone, or the Grand Canyon.” 

“You’ve never been to the Grand Canyon!” Y/N gasped, looking over at him. 

“No,” Jake shook his head, “We were going to go but we got called out.” 

Y/N sighed, looking down at her hands. There were a lot of trips that they never got to go on because of Jake’s job. She hated it, but would never admit it outloud, how many things Jake had missed over the years because of the Navy. The births, the birthdays, the first steps, the first days of school, the vacations, the first dances, the first breakups, the college acceptance letters. Jake knew that she had a small resentment for what he did, it was normal, but she never held it over his head. 

“Well, it’s not that cool,” Y/N said, trying to play off her sadness, “It’s like a giant red hole in the earth. And the kids really didn’t like it. Eli cried the whole time and Ella scraped her knee falling in the parking lot. Totally skippable.” 

Jake gave her a small smile, reaching over and grabbing her hand, “Totally.” 

Standing up from the bed, Jake ran his fingers through his graying blonde hair. He remembers joking with Y/N, shortly before her death, that he was happy he was going gray and not losing his hair. But he wouldn’t be surprised if he was going to lose it now, after the past couple of weeks he’s gone through. Jake walked down the stairs, pausing at the sight of his five kids, all of them in various different military dress uniforms, Alex and Ella both in their Navy dress blues, Eli in his Army pinks and greens, and then the twins in their very best black suits with lavender ties (Y/N’s favorite colors). 

“Oh Sweets,” Jake whispered, “You would be so proud of them.” 

And Y/N was beyond proud of her kids. She had jokingly gotten those car decals that say “Proud Military Mom” and “My Daughter is in the Navy!”, putting each of them in the fridge. The kids hated them, blushing in embarrassment every time someone would point them out, but Y/N was so proud of them. She even managed to find a “My Son is going to NYU!” sticker for Jasper. 

“Dad, are you ready?” Maxwell asked, looking up at his father. Out of all the kids, Maxwell turned out looking the most like his mother. 

Jake just nodded, walking the rest of the way down the steps and towards the garage. The kids all looked at each other, before following him out. Jake decided to ride to the funeral with Ella and Maxwell. Piper Trace, Natasha and Luke’s daughter, and Alex’s wife, had come down yesterday with their daughter, Billie, the other day. Though Jake loved his grandchild, he just couldn’t muster up the energy to keep up with her. Eli and Stella rode in another car with Jasper. 

“Your funeral was beautiful. I bet God heard you coming.” 

The funeral was exactly how Jake had planned it, or slightly planned it. He doesn’t remember much about sitting in the funeral director’s office, trying to make decisions on things like what color casket and flower arrangements and songs to play. But everything was perfect, from the flower arrangements to the eulogies the kids gave. When it was Jake’s turn to speak, he removed his hat, placing it gently on the head of the casket. 

“I’m not sure if I can find the right words to say,” Jake started, looking at the large portrait of his wife, “There’s no right words to explain what it feels like to lose the love of your life. Though we’ve been together for half the time we’ve been alive. . . it still feels like we didn’t get enough time. And some days, I’m not sure if I can live without her.” 

It felt like a constant battle for Jake. Getting up every morning and looking over, finding her spot on the bed still made. Seeing her clothes still hung up and put away. Sitting on the couch, waiting for her to walk in with her hands full of either flowers or floral magazines having to get things ready at the shop, or hustling in to grab a quick bite of dinner before dashing off to whatever child’s event she had to go to. There were days, where Jake felt like he was so in the dark, that he would never see the light. That was, until his kids came around. 

Jake’s eyes shifted to his kids, who all sat in the front row, their partners and children sitting behind them, “Your mother was perfect. In every single thing she did. She was perfect. She would lie and say ‘I’m not perfect’, but she was. There will never, ever, be another person like her. And I’m so lucky that she took a chance on me. Even when I messed it all up, she still took a chance on me. There’s going to be a hole in my heart, for the rest of my life.” 

When the funeral was over, the family had a small, private burial. Jake picked a plot that was near Nick Bradshaw, Maverick and Iceman’s plots. Y/N only knew two of the three men, but it still felt right burying her near there. It felt like family, it felt familiar, it felt like the right pieces to the puzzle, putting her there. Each of the five seresin kids sprinkled a bit of dirt on the dark mahogany casket, as it was lowered into the ground. Ella had tried to get her dad to leave, but Jake wanted to stay until the very last moment. 

“Dad,” Ella said softly, placing her hand on his bicep as the groundskeeper started to lower the vault lid, “Come on, Aunt Bea and Uncle Bob are hosting the luncheon.” 

Jake shook his head, “I can’t leave her here like this.” Jake hated thinking about it, but he wanted to make sure that Y/N’s body was left alone, that she was buried and entered in peace, not having been tampered with. Ella frowned at her dad, leaving his side and getting into her car, her feet aching in her dress shoes. Once the dirt had been packed on top of the grave, Jake turned and got into his daughter’s car. 

He was thankful that Bob and Bea decided to host the after funeral meal at their house and not his own. Jake had stayed for a little bit, catching up with old coworkers and friends. He didn’t really have much to say to them, other than he was thankful that they came to the funeral. Jake never realized the amount of people that Y/N had met over the years or had created some impact on. People from Lemoore, Pensacola, Hawai’i, and even from overseas had flown in when they heard what had happened. 

“I’m going to go home,” Jake said to Alex, whose arm was wrapped around his heavily pregnant wife. It was like deja vu, watching Alex and Piper interact. 

“Okay,” Alex nodded, “Do you need me to drive you?” 

“No,” Jake shook his head, looking around at the people at the table. It was truly like a blast from the past. All at the table sat a kid from every dagger squad member; Alex Seresin, Stella Machado, Cash Bradshaw, Piper Trace, Josephine Floyd, Mickey Jr Garcia, and Jordan Fitch. It filled Jake’s heart with joy, knowing that the next generation was as close as he is to his friends. 

“Ella said I can take her car,” Jake said, “Stay here with them. You guys don’t see each other enough anymore.” 

Alex nodded, looking back at the group of kids he grew up with, “Yeah. We’ll be home soon to put Billie to bed.” 

“Take your time,” Jake said, patting his son’s shoulder, before leaving. 

It was only three weeks later that Alex found himself pulling up to his parents house. The same familiar feeling of dread filling his body as he put his car in park and grabbed his duffle bag out of the back. Ella, of course, was already there, trying to make the best of a sad situation. Just as before, the house felt cold and unwelcoming as Alex kicked his shoes off, by his sister’s misplaced ones. 

“Ella?” Alex called out. 

“In here!” She called back from the kitchen. Alex stopped in the doorway, giving his sister a sad smile, “Didn’t think we’d all be back so soon.” 

“Neither did I,” Alex sighed and wrapped his sister up in a tight hug.

It was a lie, Alex knew the last time he saw his dad, that it wasn’t going to be a long time until they were all called back here. Alex felt a tad guilty, the morning that he left, with a box full of stuff from the house, his wife and child in tow, watching his dad’s retreating figure out the rearview window. He wished he would have stayed. He wished that he would have convinced Jake to come up to Lemoore with him. To get some time away from the house, away from the memory of the love he had lost. Jake was stubborn, giving his son the promise to visit soon for the birth of his next grandbaby. But instead, Alex got another tearful call from his sister, begging him to come back home. 

“He said he couldn't live without her.”

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[jerrylewis-thekid]

By John Katsilometes

Saturday, March 19, 2016

JERRY LEWIS 90TH BIRTHDAY PARTY

Throughout the day Wednesday, Jerry Lewis was wondering if anything was being planned for his 90th birthday. He was asking his family such cryptic questions as, “Are we doing anything tonight?”

Of course.

Lewis was given a surprise wingding at a favorite Las Vegas haunt, Piero’s Italian Restaurant, a fete bestowed by restaurant owner and longtime friend Freddie Glusman. About 30 members of Lewis’ family and assorted friends turned out for a grand night of dinner, drinks, laughs and — of course — a cake. Lewis was led to a private dining room at the back of the restaurant, where a debate ensued about how to behave during the legend’s entrance. “Turn off the lights and shut up!” was the directive of Claudia Stabile Marghilano, wife of master guitarist Joe Lano and whose late husband, Joe Stabile, was Lewis’ manager for nearly 60 years.

“Why?” called out Steve Lawrence, seated next to Glusman at the head of the table. “He can’t hear, and he can’t see!”

The debate went dark, and Lewis arrived with his wife, Sam, as the room erupted. Lewis’ daughter Danielle warmly said to her father, “Thank you for being my best friend.” Glusman soon stood to thank Lewis for his lifetime of friendship, remembering that Piero’s was given a huge boost when Lewis mentioned the restaurant during the MDA Labor Day Telethon broadcasts. “There are two Jerry’s who made Piero’s a success,” Glusman said. “Jerry Lewis and Jerry Tarkanian.”

A video of celebs was played for the group, a clip full of messages from an array of stars including Al Pacino, Don Rickles, Jennifer Lopez, John Travolta, Celine Dion, Peter Bogdanovich, Criss Angel, Carl Reiner, Nicolas Cage, Tony Orlando, Chris Meloni, Woody Harrelson and agent Jeff Witjas. Rickles, who turns 90 on May 8, closed the video with, “Happy Birthday. Now go to the doctor!”

Adding to the well-wishers was Wayne Newton, who sent a note of congratulations during the party. In the group of invitees was comic Dane Cook, who in 2011 met Lewis at the Los Angeles premiere of the documentary “Method to the Madness of Jerry Lewis.” “Ever since, we’ve become great friends,” Cook said during dinner. “We just call each other randomly to talk.” The requisite cake presentation was a two-pronged affair. We had the traditional blowing of the candles, but before that an oversized cake was brought to the room by Danielle.

“I know somebody is in there!” Lewis laughed, as the costume disassembled to present Melody Sweets of “Absinthe” singing a sultry “Happy Birthday,” toying with Lewis and Glusman during the number. Afterward, Lawrence seized the cake top and brought it to Lewis, saying, “Here, you might want this later.” We did hear from the man of the moment, who set down his wine and took the mic.

“I want to say that I am so delighted to make 90 and to have all of my friends here,” Lewis said, his voice wavering. “It’s such a lovely, wonderful, exciting thing for me. I’m so proud … so grateful, and I can’t really explain the feeling of seeing all these faces that have made my life wonderful. Thank you.”

That soft and simple message deserved a round of applause and a long line of hugs. Jerry Lewis got all of that, too.

[iznsfw]

Any plans for Eunbi smut? Or Kkura? Or Hyewon?? Lots of love for iznsfw! ❤️❤️❤️

Mon Chef-D'oeuvre

IZ Days of Christmas: Day 3 - Kang Hyewon

IZ*ONE's Kang Hyewon x Male Reader Smut

4235 words

Categories: biography-style fic, muse!Hyewon, haunted_artist!Reader, cunnilingus, cockwarming, riding

T/W: suicide, cancer/sickness, self-deprecating thoughts

The smut parts are quite short, but I was leaning on a more emotional side of the story, so I apologize if it is not fulfilling.

MASTERPIECE AND MADNESS: A LOOK INTO THE LIFE OF KANG SEUNGWOON, THE MOURNFUL ARTIST

Excerpts from page 99-102

[...] Grief was a major theme in Kang’s paintings. In Secret Story of the Swan (figure 5.5), created in 1916 hung in the Louvre in 1920, he takes a twist on the classic children’s story of The Ugly Duckling. He depicts the mother of the duckling as a rejected, brutalized victim at the hands of her husband. When asked about how he took the harsh criticism from the public for this controversial artwork by the Korea Times, he stated: “There is no right or wrong way to tell a story [...] it is fiction, it does not matter. All of life is a fictional construct. I say the world was simply not prepared for it.”

He presented this artwork in muted colors as he did not have formal materials until his graduation from the Iz School of Creative Art in November 1917. But it is safe to say the painting presented the emotions as much as any vibrant colors could, although it was met by praise and critical acclaim as late as the birth of the twenty-first century.

Another artwork of his in the category of grief is Winter Poem (see Figure 5.6), made shortly after his muse and wife, Kang Hyewon, passed.

Kang first met her at the university from which he took art and graduated at the top of the class. She was described as an “innocent girl with a pure face”. Quoted from Kang from his journals, which were released to the public in 2014: “She had the beauty of an angel. I think she really was an angel. I felt that I did not deserve her.”

-

You graduated at the top of your class, with honors and awards for everything you have ever painted in school. They hung your artworks around and gladly presented them to the wealthy visitors looking to enroll their children in there, as if to say, "This is what your child can make if you enter them in our school." They all saw you as the best painter in class, the one with instinctive and natural talent that comes to you as easily as the wind.

So, why are you so sad?

The joy of these moments have lost their effect on you. Maybe it is because you are growing up. As one grows up, things slowly lose meaning. Birthdays are not as exciting as they used to be, and even if the events were big things such as this: your graduation, not one smile paints itself on your sullen face.

Your mother once told you that all things were temporary. “Gifts, birthdays, parties…” she had listed out for you the examples thoughtfully. ���They’re all temporary just like we are. So you have to enjoy them while you can.” But you cannot take her advice, and now, you feel as if you have disappointed her.

The tears drop despite your efforts to remain a stoic face. But what is done is done. All you have to do is to go home with your diploma in hand, and probably encase it with glass. It will be a good thing to add to your resume as well as the credentials you list when people commission you. If, and only if, there is a slim possibility anyone would want you to make them something. You have never been the best artist out there, although you have strived to be.

“Seungwoon-ah!” Turn to the direction you hear the yell from to meet the happy face of Choi Yena. She is one of your fellow honor graduates. Her smile is wide as she asks you, “Are you coming to the grad party tonight?”

Choi Yena is a social butterfly. She can make friends with simply the use of her smile, adding to the fact that she is so naturally cheerful. Nothing can get to her. Sometimes, you wish you were born in her shoes, to have the luxury to be so effortlessly happy.

“I’ll pass,” you tell her. She was kind enough to invite you, the weird outcast, but you will have to turn her offer down. You are not good at big events. You either stutter too much or remain without a plus one. You have learned over the years to save yourself from your own embarrassment. “Congratulations, though!”

“You, too!” Yena beams. The anxious part of your heart tells you that the beam is caused by the fact that you are not going. The rational part tells you, of course, the rational side to the story: Yena is a bubbly girl. She will smile at anything, even if you present her the ugliest thing in the world. But you decide to believe the former, anyway. You always do.

You go away from all of the crowds. They are becoming too much for you. Everyone is jumping and screaming as a famous singer takes the stage and sings a song everyone is obsessed over. You recognize the song but cannot remember its title, but you know it is something along the lines of “I’m gonna make it smile, smile, smile away.” Something like that. You would have liked to ponder over it more, but right now, all you want to do is go home. Probably heat a hot chocolate and read a book before sleeping. It’s getting late, anyway.

You turn the curve to go to the parking spaces. Everything is jammed; every brand of vehicle in existence is cramped in the small, ugly space your university reserves for events like these. All the money in the world from profiting off of the tuition fees and they still cannot invest in bigger hectares. How pathetic.

The richer kids own the Ferraris parked cleanly in the corner, while yours is an old truck your dad used to drive around. You yearn for a better car like those; yours is almost broken down due to the engine, and it isn’t exactly a pretty sight. But you mustn’t let your jealousy overtake you. It is a terrible habit not too many people recognize.

And that is when you see her.

You are rarely starstruck. Models come into your classrooms everyday as references for your art. A lot of them enter in the nude, except for underwear. However, none of them had an effect on you like she did.

She is the girl standing near your car, observing its structure and wheels. She is dressed casually, despite the occasion. A lit cigarette hangs from between her full, pink lips. Her arms form two curves near her hips’. And in that moment, you forget all about what you said negatively about love at first sight. You swear you haven’t felt so stupidly in love.

She takes art classes on the side in the summer. She comes there sometimes, and you see her paint dutifully, pencil tucked behind her ear, to produce a pretty artwork. She rarely laughs nor smiles, but when she does, every person in the room is captured by the neck, including you.

She is the most beautiful girl in the world. And she introduces herself to you as Kang Hyewon.

You knew you were done for when you saw that smirk.

-

Kang Hyewon was born in Busan and resided there until she was thirteen years old. From then on, she moved to Seoul and took art classes while pursuing photography at the same university Seungwoon graduated from. They met after his graduation, and began dating casually after two months. Historians doubt this, saying that Seungwoon was a shy man and would have taken longer to charm her, but the journals are concrete evidence that support the widely accepted timeline. They married on 4 July 1922, on Hyewon's twenty-third birthday.

She inspired Seungwoon’s decision to make his first attempt at photography. His first photos consisted of Hyewon herself. According to Dr. Lee’s book on Han Seungwoon and his muses over the years, he “did not see why Hyewon was the photographer rather than the model herself; she was very easy on the eyes.”

Some of Kang’s photographs of Hyewon are shown below:

Contemplation, 1919

A Snack to Go By, 1920

A Camera for the camera, 1922

Seungwoon was not only skilled in painting, but also mathematics, geometry, and science. So it was not long until he had been talented in the field of photography as well. While Hyewon taught him the rules and aspects of it, he gave her advice on her drawings. She inspired and modelled for his one of his last paintings of her: Taste. The story behind the title of the painting or the artwork itself is unknown.

-

She has been your muse from the moment you first saw her.

Of course, the first thing that can be attributed to her being your muse is her undeniable beauty. It is kind of ridiculous how pretty Kang Hyewon is. Her features are soft, yet full: doe eyes, paired with two full lips, and a perfectly shaped nose that can make her look like a lovingly-carved statue if you used your gray paint on her. She looks good in anything you request her to wear, anything she wears when she enters your studio with a new inquiry about art. Any photograph taken of her comes out prettily. She is just naturally photogenic, naturally beautiful.

She is also naturally kind. You are the moody one in the pair, always grumping about a new day without a cup of coffee to start it. But Hyewon… Hyewon is patient. You try not to be too much for her, with the amount of space your art and materials take and all, yet she always tells you it is okay. It is fine, she says, because she knows you more than anyone and loves you more than anyone. She knows exactly what to make you calm down after a disappointed commissioner, or a day where things are simply too gloomy for you to go on. And you truly do not want to say it out loud in fears of being ridiculed, but you cannot live without her. She is your solace, and if, by any cursed chance, she disappears from this world, you would join her. You would challenge death to return her to you and laugh in its skull face. You would do anything, just to be by her side forever.

You never exaggerate except in paintings. You would honestly do all things those things for Hyewon if needed. You are a blessed man for being able to have her take your last name as her own, live in the same home as her and have her as your muse.

"These are gorgeous," she says. Hyewon looked around your studio, observing the hues and the dues, the bright and the dull. A lot of your drafts have filled the room, and you are a little embarrassed to have your wife look at them.

"You are far more gorgeous than any of them. There is a reason why people like my paintings of you more."

"My husband is so charming," says Hyewon, throwing you a sweet smile. It is only semi-sarcastic, and it looks pretty with her clothes for this shoot. She is wearing your blue polo under a white vest, along with two gray socks that are almost thigh-high. Her visuals affect you a little too much today, but you try to ignore it. Focus on applying the curves of her face on your semi-finished canvas. You have added stripes of brown to show the strands of Hyewon's hair, and alternated between white and light blue to draw her polo.

"How can I not be when you look so..."

Go over Hyewon's whole look and you get even more worked up. Her hair is styled into two buns, while her thighs are generously shown by the skirt that folds around them. Her eyes are wide and curious as she waits for you to continue. But she knows what you are going to say anyway. She is not as innocent as she used to be, being your muse and all.

She spreads her legs a little wider. "Why don't you come and charm me even more?"

Your palette and brush drop to the ground. Suddenly, your arms around Hyewon and you are diligently kissing her. Her lips always taste of sweetness. You can never go without her.

Hyewon cannot go without you either. Her firm kisses and caresses all over the sides of your head and body just show that if you love her, she loves you more. She loves your artwork and your talent and the sleepy face you have as you get up in the morning. She loves your diligence and your kisses and the taut bulge that rubs against her core. She loves you, and after you put her on one of your sturdier desks, you are determined to show that your adoration for her is greater.

Which is why you are glad to tear the vest off of her. She looks hotter in the polo alone, yet you take that one off as well. Her bare, beautiful breasts are presented to you. The brush you pick up once the idea entered your mind dances along their soft mountains. Hyewon lets out a soft whimper. Her sensitivity is at a great height at which she is rendered helpless; she does not know what to do without moaning.

"God, I love you, Hyem," you say breathily.

"Sounds like you're talking to my tits rather than me," laughs Hyewon.

"Fine. I love you." Kiss her again and again. She giggles in between moans. Start from her forehead and end on her breasts. Lick a stripe on their nipples, and squeeze them happily in your hands. "I love you more than anything."

You mean it. You mean it with every pump of blood your heart creates, with every bit of your troubled soul.

Hyewon's thighs shudder as the brush tickles and caresses them. You run kisses along each trail your brush has swiped upon. But soon you are kissing something else, and Hyewon is reduced to moans.

The only clue at what you are doing is her underwear that you have thrown carelessly near the doorway.

"Oh my god, hon," whispers Hyewon, trying to keep a straight face. She raises her head out of view with her eyes closed and a firm bite on her lower lip. "You always eat me so well."

Hyewon loves being eaten out. It is such a divine experience for her. Every session is like the first, when she was particularly delicate and inexperienced. That is why the first suck already brings forth a rush of wetness and her thighs squirm on the sides of your head.

Hyewon remains a beauty, even in her unruly state. Her soft moans are like comforting tunes, motivating even. They coax you to take her harder—lap a teasing tongue up between her folds and wiggle it around, give smacks on her ass above the blue skirt, and suck the pretty nub with more diligence. Hyewon's legs never stop their quivering, and her fingers never stop trying to push you away and keep you licking her. The onslaught of stimulation has her breathless; how does it still feel so new and good?

You spread her legs far apart. Afterwards, stop the thrust of your tongue and go with offering sharp laps on her clitoris. It pulses with need, and so does Hyewon's heart, which beats so fast against her chest that she feels weak. But you are too good at this. She can do nothing but moan and let you fire blunt flicks at her erogenous zone.

"Hmnn... hah! Oh my god, baby!"

She herself is surprised by how early she came. But it is too late; your tongue is already delved deep inside her spasming core, catching the continuous leak of feminine orgasm. And it still feels so good. Sparks keep her on the edge of the desk and her toes curl tightly in response to her rough climax.

Continue the waves of your tongue while you keep her closely to your lips. You are determined to take advantage of the heightened sensitivity of her orgasm and make her feel even more good. You kiss her clit as if it were her own full lips. Give it open-mouthed smooches. By now, Hyewon's moans, which are usually soft and almost silent, have grown and spread inside the studio like a wildfire. Her hips are a force to be reckoned with, bucking against your mouth in search for more and pushing its center into your face. It is no problem for you; you are glad to give more.

You would give anything, in fact, just to see your wife's beautiful and blissful face.

-

Seungwoon took many photographs: of birds, nature, and sometimes his paintings. Many of these were formally released, yet the photos of his wife, although many, were not as abundantly shown to people. He took many pictures of her and kept a large amount for himself. He explained that he felt as if the public did not deserve to see "another side" of Hyewon. Hyewon also said that she would like to keep it that way.

His penultimate photograph of her that we know of is one wherein she reads her books to him. He entitled it A timely read [...]

-

Hyewon's thighs are snug in your lap, yet your cock rather explores in the hole in between them. Its pleasure tells and makes you bounce your own thigh up and down, creating a fulfilling process of her hole squeezing onto your shaft as you enter and exit.

Her fingers lose their assured squeeze on the book. "H-hah, you really aren't going to make this easy for me, are you?" she asks in between moans.

Shake your head; of course not. With her slick entrance ready for the taking, you have all day to plug yourself inside of her.

"Just keep reading, Hyewon-ah," you tell her, sweetly nibbling on her earlobe. She whimpers quietly, but does as you say.

Your thigh rises and falls to let your cock probe further inside her. Her tight, sweet body writhes with each bounce, yet she keeps on reading. She is your good girl, after all. Your muse.

But muses are not as desperate for you as she is. No muse drops to her knees and begs for "just one touch, please," say Hyewon with fearful eyes. "Just this time."

Her breast is fit for pearls /

Hyewon opens her mouth to read once more. However, your hand finds her breast before she can get a word out. From there, she can only make soft, whimpery sounds. Her chirps of pleasure are as pleasant as any songbirds. You love Hyewon's voice. She sings softly round the house, smiling giddily when you catch her, yet she claims that she is as never as good as Jo Yuri, the famous singer at the time. But that doesn't matter to you. You love Hyewon's voice.

Most of all, you love Hyewon.

But I was not a "Diver"— /

It does not matter anyway into her neck. Several counts of delicate cries leave her full lips. But Hyewon loves it. She loves being yours. She loves the way you make her feel, especially with the sword you unsheathe and sheathe again in the depths of her core, as if you are not certain if you should keep it inside or not. She likes it better inside her anyway.

Her brow is fit for pearls /

But I have not a crest.

Hyewon leans back in your shoulder. Kiss her beaded brow lovingly. She has stopped trying to read. It is a setup challenge anyway, designed to make her fail. What, with your cock's rainy adventures in between her wet folds, it was not a fair game from the beginning. But she is your loser, and because you love her, you would give her the prize anyway.

Your lips and Hyewon's collide. Hers are full and soft; there is a reason why you love it when she drops to her knees for you. Both carnal pleasures are hard to choose from, but you'd rather kiss her till you are out of breath than have her mouth somewhere else.

She hums a song of bliss, and you fashion yours with a grunt. Her thighs shake above your lap. Your fingers catch the release she makes. It floods on your hand; Hyewon blushes at your touch lingering on her vagina, and cums even more. It is a flood that you do not mind having assault you.

Because...

Her heart is fit for home /

Not one of your artworks can live up to her undeniable beauty. A studio full of the world's greatest paintings can easily be beaten by her. She is one created with duty and love—a soft yet intimate masterpiece, whose colors you make yourself comfortable in, even as she rests your head on your heart and closes her eyes.

I—a sparrow—build there

Sweet of twigs and twine

My perennial nest.

The little bird sleeps.

-

[...] while his last photograph of her is given the name The last stroll in the yards of life.

-

You do not want to live anymore.

It is as simple as that. Death is something that you would not refuse after the inevitable death she will have to take on. In fact, you welcome it. You urge it to come early despite your youthful age. You challenge it, even. You spit in the face of death and tell him to come get a piece of you.

Before you know it, you are crying again. Your tears blot what was supposed to be a masterpiece, making the colors drip down unpleasantly the canvas into one, big, rainbow mess. But your current state is a bigger mess than your artwork, and so is your life. Your wife will soon leave you, and just thinking about it makes you want to leave first.

If only you did not love her so much. If you didn't, it would not be this hard for the two of you.

"Oh, honey."

Her voice is as sweet as the nickname, but it does not pacify you. Not when you know the arms bound around your quivering form will soon melt away. Not when the scent from her hair and neck directly under your nose will leave along with her, only letting behind few sprays throughout rooms that will drive you crazy for days on end.

And she is so fucking pretty that it hurts.

"Hey," she tells you softly, with a smile that betrays the fear that she feels as well. Her brown sweater is beautiful; it matches the colors of the crops and grass around you. Hyewon truly looks like the love of your life. "It's okay. I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere yet."

Yet. The word hangs in your mind like a noose. You want to take its rounded syllable ropes and execute yourself with them.

"You look so beautiful, Hyewon," you say, wrapping your arms around her like she does. "I love you so much."

"I love you, too. I love you, too."

You know you sound pathetic, but you go on with it anyway. There is little time left in the hourglass, and each grain of sand counts. "C-can you promise me something?"

"Sure. What is it?"

"P-promise me that you will try to hold on for as long as you can. I—I know it sounds selfish, and it is, but I can't see a life without you, Hyewon. I just can't. I truly think I'll die without you."

Hyewon's eyes are blurred with tears now, just like you. She hates knowing that she can do nothing about you feeling terrible about her dying. She hates knowing that you have felt this way from the moment you knew about her death.

She herself is still not ready for it. She does not know when she will be. Hyewon will always have to look over her shoulder in the afterlife, making sure that you do not follow.

"I promise," she says quietly. She closes her eyes, takes in a deep breath, and exhales through her nose. "I promise with all my heart."

-

Kang Hyewon died on December 23rd, 1924. She succumbed to cancer the night before Seungwoon's first exhibition. It can be deduced that Seungwoon called off his exhibition to mourn his wife and have time for himself. He did not set a date for the day on which the exhibition was supposedly postponed to.

After a week, he shot himself in his studio and died alone. In his suicide note, he asked that he be buried next to his wife and his paintings are formally taken by the university. In 1945, the university showcased his paintings—the famous, the lesser known, finished and unfinished—in one of its biggest exhibitions.

It is safe to say that Kang Seungwoon's artwork maintains its provision of inspiration to people today. People now talk about his paintings, love, and his tragic death as a source of reassurance and motivation. His famous quote still makes its rounds today: "There is no sculpture or painting that has lived up to the chef-d'oeuvre of true love."

[fairy-tale-writer]

How Heartslaybul Would React to Child!Reader Headcanons

Prompt: Heartslaybul Headcanons for child! reader (inc. when they met for the first time when they called them ni-san [big brother] for the first time )

Note: Reader is gender neutral! Probably going to do this with every dorm since I next to never see child reader interactions with the dorms

I couldn’t find a Heartslaybul gif so Anya will have to do lol

So I started doing it on my own!

EDIT: I fixed the pronoun error that slipped by and double checked it was the only one! I apologize for any discomfort that it may have caused to anyone! I will thoroughly check from now on to make sure the gender is correct!

Cheers!

👑Riddle❤️:

-The first time you met was when he found Ace and Deuce playing with a child. He warmed up to you in only minutes as he joined in the playtime

-Riddle will give you lee-way if you break any rules, you're just too cute to scold

-When you pull pranks with Ace Riddle goes easy on you but will harshly scold the heart suit for making you think it was alright to cause mischief

-Despite your mischievous streak, he won't go hard on you. He will make sure you are happy and having fun since he doesn't want you to experience what he did in his childhood

-When you called him a brother Riddle felt honored and hugged you tight, tearing up

-Unbirthday parties are your favorite time with him cuz Riddle lets you sit on his lap at the head of the table

-Playing with the hedgehogs is your favorite part of Riddle babysitting you. They will kiss your nose and allow you to cuddle them. Riddle named your favorite colored one after you

-When it's your birthday you are treated like royalty. You get to sit on Riddle's throne at the table and order the Heartslaybul students around for a day--much to the displeasure of most of the students. Riddle even gives you his little crown to wear

-#spoiled

❤️Ace❤️:

-Ace met you when you were hanging out with MC. He never really had much interaction with children being the baby brother of the family, but he was a natural at it

-Ace and Deuce are like the annoying older brothers. Ace being the more annoying brother

-When you told someone he was your brother he totally cried and hugged you tight. Denies ever crying and tries to play it off. Don't ever tell anyone

-He loves to poke jabs at you and will childishly banter with you

-"Did not!" "Did too! until someone (usually Riddle or MC breaks it up)

-Will stick his tongue out back at you and makes silly faces to make you laugh

-Tickle fights are a common occurrence

-Sometimes he will jab at you too much to the point where you cry and he has to apologize. If it's in front of Riddle he will get smacked on the head and scolded harshly

-He is the most fun to play with because he likes the rough house but he'll be careful

-Secretly enjoys watching children's shows with you. Especially those princess movies, they're so frickin good like...why?!

-He teaches you how to be a troublemaker and will pull pranks on you

-If you're caught he will blame you. If you're caught by Riddle he will smack him on the back of  the head with his scepter

♠️Deuce♠️:

-He met you the same time he did with Ace. Deuce was a little nervous around you at first but eventually, he got a hang of taking care of a child

-Just like Ace he feels like an older brother to you, but the shyer, chill older brother that isn't so energetic

-The first time you called him onii-san he bawled his eyes out. It was just an uncomfortable crying fit full of sobbing

-He's much more careful than Ace when he plays with you. He doesn't rough house very much due to his delinquent past, instead, he is more into playing with dolls and dressing up with you. His favorite is having a tea party with your teddy bears

-Can't say no to you when you give him those puppy eyes. Anything you want it's yours no matter the cost of his pride or his money

-You like to ask questions that honestly Deuce can't even answer himself

-"If you put the eggs in the fridge under a chicken's butt will it hatch?"

"Uhh..."

"Do all trees produce maple syrup?"

"How are babies born?"

Deuce: "Please no..."

-Deuce will honestly be focused on when you watch your cartoons or movies. He loves to have you tucked up under his arm well you watch Princess Adventures or Goldfish Cracks the Case

-If another student dares hurt you,  makes fun of you, or makes you cry he won't hesitate to throw hands

-If another student makes fun of him for hanging out with you he will throw hands. Either way, hands will be thrown

❤️A-Deuce♠️:

-When both Ace and Deuce are together it's chaos in the best way possible

-They are the best at playing with you together, well Ace is rougher and wild Deuce evens him out by being more laid back

-They tend to bicker a lot but they won't let it get too rough or loud since they'll scare you

-They love to nap with you, keeping you between them so you can stay warm and cozy

-Both will let you ride on their shoulders or give you a piggyback ride. Sometimes they can walk too fast and you can't keep up, so it's easier this way

-If anyone dares hurt you in any way well they are around, it will end badly for them. They are your Onii-sans and they love their little sibling

♣️Trey♣️:

-Trey met you when Riddle brought you to the Unbirthday Party. Seeing Riddle and Ace and Deuce hanging out with you, he had to wonder. Having a few siblings you quickly grew on him, especially when he asked you if you liked the cookies he made himself

-Trey loves to have you bake with him--except when the flour ends up getting everywhere

-He lets you taste test everything

-You'll sneakily eat raw dough when Trey has his back turned

-Your favorite thing to bake is cookies. Sometimes you just don't have the patience for making a layered cake

-When you called him one of your older brothers he smiled and pet your head calling you his favorite little sibling

-Somehow you always get something on your nose

-Will use his Doodle Suit magic to surprise you and it's honestly adorable

-You're very afraid of the oven or stove. Whenever you feel the heat coming out of it you get flashbacks. You tend to stay away or hide behind his leg gripping onto his trousers tightly

♦️Cater♦️:

-The first time he met you was at the first Unbirthday you attended. He found you just so adorable and perfect for his Magiccam and started to dote on you

-He loves to take photos of you since you're just SOOOO cute!

-His Magicam followers love to see you always commenting about how cute you are

-Secretly, Cater struggles with depression he usually hides under this too-cheery too-perfect smile. You could somehow see right through him. If you notice he's sad you'll give him a long, warm hug. He will cry when you tell him everything will get better

-With his magic being clones you take it as having more playmates. You usually play tag with them or have a total tea party using them instead of your teddy bears

-He'll have a clone pushing you on a swing well he sits on a bench texting away and taking photos. Only if he's feeling lazy though, most of the time he'll be the one pushing you

-Expect a lot of cheek kisses, both from you and him. He loves when you kiss his cheek and let him know you love him. You can't cure his depression, but you definitely make things better

-Cater is the best at giving hugs. If you ever want a hug he is willing with open arms. Every time you greet him he'll kneel down with open arms and allow you to run into them

-When you called him ni-san for the first time he totally cried and didn't even post it on social media to keep it sacred

-He loves to cuddle up with you as you watch movies and shows together. Personally, most of the cartoons are annoying to him, but he doesn't mind as long as it's you

-He totally has matching pajamas with you. Multiple sets including onesies and pants and shirts. He likes to take photos with you in them

-Totally has sleepovers where he does your hair and skin care. He'll invite everyone from Heartslaybul over and put on a PG-13 movie. Just don't tell Lilia or Malleus

-Loves to take you on shopping sprees and will buy as many toys and outfits as you want. Right next to Vil, he is the best at creating outfits for you

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

SO AFTER THAT BEAUTIFUL DRABBLE I AM NOW THINKKING ABOUT CLARK CASUALLY CONGRATULATING BRUCE ON THE BABY AND BRUCE INTERNALLY DYING?? I’m literally so in love with this story you are amazing and so so talented thank you so much❤️❤️❤️❤️

Let's be real. Bruce has been in love with that child since he found out there was one. That's his kid and fuck what anyone else says. Those are his girls.

"Clark," Bruce said, offering a smile and a handshake.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully, "Congrats I heard it's a girl. I bet you're-"

Bruce coughed and glanced to where he could hear you, bickering cheerfully with Dick about the proper way to conjugate a verb in Latin. "Clark," he said, face heating, "The baby isn't mine." He wished she was. He already loved her- almost as much as he loved you. But he knew better than to let you hear him telling people he was her father. You'd been adamant about it.

"But-"

"I'll explain later," he said quietly, turning to see Dick race through the door to launch himself at Clark.

"You better," Clark hissed before turning to catch Dick and shake your hand. "I'm surprised you said you'd give me an interview," he said grinning, "I'm honored."

"Well," you huff a laugh and let Bruce sit you in the chair he'd pulled out, "It's not a tabloid or a talk show- and you just want to know about my charities, not my kid's paternity."

"I've heard it's a girl," he said, grinning, taking his seat, "You must be thrilled."

"It is nice to be able to narrow down my list of names- and decide what to do with my nursery," you allow, smiling a little.

Bruce glares and Clark, positioning himself just behind your chair and folds his arms. You hadn't wanted to do this- not really. And you were notoriously cagey about your personal life around reporters- in another context, you'd probably offer to show him paint colors- but not today. Clark fought an eye roll with difficulty. As if he'd ever publish any of that. He'd rather never write another article before he'd do some weird tabloid expose about a socialite's out-of-wedlock pregnancy. "Ma wants to know your colors when you figure them out," he said dimpling, "She wants to make you a blanket for her."

"I'll call her," you answer, relaxing just slightly. You hate interviews. Your guardian, a half-brother who was more concerned with spending his inheritance than your well-being, had pushed you into doing them after your parents died. Trotting you out to drive up stock prices- and most of them had been focused on the scandals- things no one should be asked about. But seeing a poised, demure little girl, looking like a life-sized doll- the media and the public had gone wild. Some people had gone so far as to call you a sociopath.

"She'd like that," Clark reassures you, smiling his thanks when your assistant brings him a coffee.

Bruce squeezes your shoulder gently. He can feel you trembling and in his minds eye, he can see you. Your feet dangling off a chair in a dress you thought was for a tea party. And he can see the overbright doe eyes, frantically searching for someone. Anyone. That was going to make it stop. "You don't have to do this," he said softly. "I can get Clark the information he needs."

"I'm sorry," you murmur, getting to your feet, walking quickly out of the room, quietly, but firmly shutting the door.

Clark winced, "I should apologize-"

"Give her a few minutes," Bruce said, exhaling slowly. "She'll pull it together."

"It's fine I can-"

"Just give her a minute," Bruce said, smiling ruefully. "It's been- she can do it, we just might have to be a little less formal about it. We'll take a walk, if you want to record it."

Clark nodded, "I thought her heart was gonna explode. I don't want-"

"It'll be fine," Bruce said, "Just try and avoid her parents." He shivered reflexively, the memory of that interview making his stomach turn.

"Do we have enough time for you to explain what the hell is going on with you two?" Clark said, frowning, folding his arms. "Ma said she's just not putting a name on the birth certificate."

"Clark-"

"Just marry her! God how can two people be so smart and so stupid?" he groaned.

"I've been asking myself that a lot lately," Alfred drawled, glancing towards the closed kitchen door. "I see this is going well... I'll just go see if-"

"Please?" Bruce said, a note of worry in his voice.

"Yeah. That's not your girl," Clark huffed, folding his arms. "Totally get it now."

___________

You look up from where you're curled on a kitchen chair and smile a little, "Do you still have a sixth sense for when something stupid is happening or-"

"I raised Master Bruce," he chuckled, pulling a bowl of cold watermelon out of the fridge and putting some on a plate. "Are we hiding or regrouping?"

"Strategic Retreat," you agree, "I thought I was going to be sick."

"I see," he hummed, setting the plate on the table and putting a fork next to it, "I still say you should do a tabloid interview and actually vomit on someone- it would probably put an end to it rather nicely."

"Or I'd be headed for rehab and in dire straits as Bruce frantically tries to save my poor shattered soul."

He cringed, "Fair point- you lead an interesting life when none of us are looking, Miss Y/N."

[hey-michael-young-history]

How would the lin kuei react if take them to go see the lion king movie ❤️❤️ Cause my little mind has ideas

So for this example, let’s say it’s in our Happy Lin Kuei AU. Resident Team Dad Bing Yun is taking his boys out to see a rerelease of The Lion King for some bonding. Sounds like a heart warming good time, right?

His “boys” are all over eighteen.

“You have to calm down.”

Hydro put out his cigarette and turned to his annoyed friend.

“I have better things to do. There’s a whole list of tasks I need to complete before I earn the title of Sub-Zero.”

“Yeah, but it’s a break and a free movie. Plus, I’m sure if we’re extra good, your dad will take us for ice cream afterwards.”

Bi-Han swung but Hydro stepped out of the way with ease. He grabbed Bi-Han’s shoulders and pushed him out of the alley to the front of the theater, where the rest of their little party was.

“We’re seeing The Lion King,” Cyrax told them, handing them the tickets. It wasn’t exactly his first choice. Being eighteen, it would have been nice to see something more mature, but… he was always the one who disagreed and made waves. Today, he was going to just relax and be okay with it. Besides, it would be nice to see “home” again, even if it was a cartoon. And not quite his country. And also filled with talking animals.

“No,” Bi-Han demanded.

“We already have the tickets,” Sektor grumbled. “Your father is the one who chose it.”

Sektor was wary of the elder cryomancer for many reasons but he was pleased to see this movie. Scar was his favorite character. He devised a plan for the good of the clan and saw it through. Sektor admired that.

“Can’t argue with that. Or probably shouldn’t, anyway,” Hydro reasoned, ushering the younger Lin Kuei into the theater.

They found Bing Yun, Smoke, and Kuai Liang at the refreshments.

If there was no other bright side, at least this outing forced his father to wear a shirt, Bi-Han realized.

Bing Yun smiled as his little gang approached. “Glad you brats could join us.”

“We need to find good seats,” Smoke complained. He had an armful, popcorn, candy, and a drink. This was a fantastic day for him and he wasn’t letting anyone ruin it. After being orphaned and kidnapped, good things didn’t happen to him very often. Going to the movie theater was a new experience, seeing a cartoon…! With his “brothers” and his “father.” Kuai Liang said that he had seen the movie when he was a child and it had singing and funny animals and fighting. He didn’t understand why the others looked so bothered.

“He’s right. Find us some seats while I finish up,” Bing Yun said.

“Wait, what about our snacks?” Hydro asked.

“Shouldn’t have been outside ‘looking cool.’ Go,” Bing Yun ordered.

Smoke led the older boys to their screen. When they were gone, Kuai Liang asked his father, “Why are you doing this?”

“Why? You don’t want to see the movie?”

Truthfully, Kuai Liang was indifferent. There were other things he had planned for the day but he always tried to honor the wishes of his parents.

At that, Bing Yun looked at his son, his cybernetic eyes dilating as he smiled. “We used to do things like this when you guys were younger… The older you get, the harder it’ll be to get you guys together like this. Especially when…” You start killing.

He smiled, a little more sadly. “Someday, you’re all going to have your own things going on… goals, missions, maybe even families. Life gets more complicated and even when you look at each other differently, you’re Lin Kuei, no matter what. When things are hard, I want you to have memories like these to focus on. Remember to focus on the good times, my son.”

Kuai Liang nodded, solemn. Bing Yun laughed and handed him a bag of popcorn. “Come on brat, let’s head in before we miss anything.”