#black maids were cooking and cleaning and raising their children for them

[feddy-34]

see the whole trad-wife homestead farming movement makes a lot more sense when you realize they dont actually want to be farmers, they want to be plantation owners

[shokobuns]

“𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭”

in which you slowly give into your desires.

PAIRING: maid!zenin maki x f!housewife!reader

GENRE: smut, some fluff, some angst, slowburn (ish)

WORD COUNT: 5.6k

WARNINGS: nsfw, 16+ smut, slowburn ish?, mentioned misogyny, infidelity, unhappy arranged marriage, angsty marriage, overstimulation, fingering, oral (f receiving), kitchen sex, sex in shared bed, face sitting/riding, 69, exhibitionism, squirting, light degradation, praise, pussy slapping, finger sucking, spit kink, consensual panty stealing, masturbation (f), first time for oral, slight corruption, implied dumbification, dom!maki. slight mommy kink, humiliation (kind of)

“I love you.”

“Love you, too, Honey.”

You peck your husband on the lips goodbye before he’s out the door with a briefcase in hand and his suit as neat as ever. Staring at the leftovers, you sigh before eventually picking up the plates and pilling them in the sink, scrubbing off the sticky mess of maple syrup. Soap suds cover up your gloves as you lather them in bubbly water and plan out the rest of your day. The dishes, the laundry, a few episodes of that one show you barely pay attention to, lunch, more dishes, more laundry, a start on dinner.

You can’t help but wonder — Is this it?

You love your husband, something you remind yourself repeatedly when he’s gobbling down on the rice on his dinner plate and when he’s leaving his dirty clothes all over your bedroom floor. You love him. You want to bear his children, want to raise them, want to do the chores so that he doesn’t. You want to cook, to clean, to do everything for the sake of his pleasure. It’s what your mother insisted, it’s what she did, and it’s what her mother did. You love your husband.

Is this it?

Twenty years old, a husband with a stable living, something that can suffice for the rest of your life. All you need is to do your chores, give him your body, be his prim and proper wife. It sounds fairly easy, another thing that your mother insisted, so what is it?

Why do you crave more? Why do you have to remind yourself that you love him, love this life at all?

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on your door. When you open it, you’re met with the sight of a tall girl with glasses. She’s in a black maid dress that stops at her knees, complemented by the white apron that flows along with the part of the skirt, ruffling at the end. She has a bag hanging on her shoulder and her expression shows slight amusement at your surprise. Surely, she’s at the wrong house, right?

“Are you (Y/N)?”

“Y-Yes,” you stutter out, not realizing that you were staring, “Uh, w-who are you?”

“I’m Zenin Maki, but you can call me Maki,” she observes your figure, noticing the sly nervousness radiating off of your expression, “Your husband hired me. Said he wanted someone to help you out.”

“O-Oh.”

“May I come in?”

“Of course.” You move to the side, watching the woman scan your house. It’s slightly messy, a result of your husband not cleaning up after lounging in the living room, and she doesn’t waste time to clean it up, rearranging the decorative pillows and helping you carry the leftover dishes to the sink. Just as you’re about to put on your gloves, her hand comes out to grab your wrist and the other takes it out of your hand. “Don’t. I got this.”

You step back, watching Maki put on the gloves herself, lathering the dishes as you did before. You don’t know what to do, standing there awkwardly as she places them in the dishwasher. It’s a given opportunity to observe how her skirt stops right above her knee, flowing out naturally and modestly accentuating her body. Her headband compliments the look, her hair tied back with bangs covering up her forehead, stopping short of her glasses. Warmth creeps up your neck to your cheeks and you sharply look away, focusing your vision on the bowl of apples on the center of the dining table.

“You can rest, Miss. But I’m going to need help putting away the dishes later. Is that okay?” She asks and you turn around to give her a nod. “Is there anything else you need done?”

“Oh, no, it’s okay, you really don’t need to-”

“I was hired to help you out with chores. Please, do not worry about me.”

You sigh in defeat, looking directly at her face, her pretty face. She had a sharp expression, piercing eyes that can bore into your soul, defined cheekbones. A sensation of uneasiness rested in your lower belly and you realize you’re staring when she waves a hand over your face. “Hello? Miss?”

“S-Sorry! I was just thinking about something!”

“Oh. Well, I was just asking if you can help me put some of the dishes away just for today. I don’t know where everything is and I don’t like disorganization.”

“Of course. Of course.”

“You need anything else?”

“Folding the laundry, for now, I think? The clothes should be dry. Everything is upstairs.”

She follows behind you as you bring her out to the terrace where your laundry hangs on a string. Dresses, button ups, and ties of earth toned colors adorn the area and you touch the fabrics. The sun had definitely done its job. Maki is already setting up the ironing board that was previously laying in the corner of your bedroom and gathering your husband’s work attire together. When she’s done flattening the creases on the pieces of clothing, you take them, hanging and folding. With her help, you were finished in half the time it usually took you.

“Thank you, Maki. Really, I appreciate it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Miss. Your husband hired me to do my job and I am happy to help.”

As you hang your last dress, you give her a smile.  

—

“Honey, I’m home!”

Your husband’s voice sounds throughout the house as he’s met with the sight of you and Maki laying out plating foods and placing them on the dinner table. He smiles and you walk towards him to greet him with a hug and a kiss. Maki continues with the task, sparing a glance at the both of you. “You didn’t tell me you hired a maid,” you whisper to your husband, “Though, she has been very helpful.”

“I’m glad, Honey.” He replies, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“Kind of curious as to why you hired one in the first place.”

“I’ll tell you later. Let’s have dinner, alright?” He shoots you a grin before looking over to Maki. “Feel free to stay for dinner, Maki!”

“I’m alright. I should get going anyways—”

“Nonsense!” You husband eagerly responds, pulling out an extra chair just for her, “My dear wife here says you’ve been helpful.”

“I have classes.”

“Oh. Well you might as well take some home!” You suggest, walking over to your tupperware cabinet.

Before you go back to your husband, you plate some food for her to take home and make sure she makes it back to her car as she walks out the door. You let out an involuntary sigh, leaning against the doorway and feeling content that you now have an extra hand.

“So?”

“So, what?”

“Why do we need a maid?”

“Simple,” he grabs your hands from across the table, “I think we’re ready.”

“Ready for what?”

“Ready to have kids, silly woman!” His laughter booms throughout the entire room, “I mean you’ll have to get off birth control and everything, but I think it’s time.”

You laugh nervously as he leans in for a kiss. “Honey, don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t know about this.”

“What?” He stands up, his eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, “Why not?”

“I’m just kind of, uh, scared? I don’t know if I’m ready and we just got married a few months ago, you know?”

“Come on, don’t be scared,” he reassures you, kissing your cheek, “I hired Maki to be our maid to lay the stress off of you. I offered her an in-house job, which she’ll be starting next week, just so that you could rest easy while you’re pregnant.”

“In-house? Is she going to live with us?”

“Of course! She’s a college student, so she doesn’t mind getting paid and living in a house,” he explains before going back to the topic, “So please. I want you to have our baby. We can start tonight.” He suggests, wiggling his eyebrows.

“O-Okay.”

—

The next few days, the cycle continues.

Maki comes in the morning, usually just about right before your husband leaves for work, and she helps you throughout the day. Doing dishes, folding clothes, cleaning the bathroom. Most of the time you help her, usually against her will, but it leads to a calm and comforting silence when you work together. She’s moving in soon, two days to be exact, and you think it’s time to get to know a little bit about her.

One problem; She’s reserved, which intimidates you, and you’re too scared to start a conversation.

Eventually, you’re going to have to break the ice. So you do it as she’s ironing the clothes and you’re putting them away. You think up a few basic questions, mulling them over as to not make her uncomfortable because you want to get to know her.

“My husband tells me you’re in university right now. What’s your major?”

“Sports science.” She replies bluntly, continuing her task.

“Oh, cool cool,” you try to figure out a way to continue, but come up blank. Maybe she doesn’t want to talk.

“What do you do when your husband is not around?” She asks curiously, as if she sensed your desire to hold the conversation.

“Chores, usually,” you frown, “Sometimes I watch TV, but I wish I was able to do other stuff. I really like painting, too. But I haven’t done much of that ever since we got married.”

“Oh. Why not?”

“Well, I’ve always wanted to become an artist. I’ve been doing it since I was a kid, but my family wanted stability for me so they introduced me to a family friend’s older son,” you smile, memories of your younger self filling up your head before a sense of sadness falls over your expression, “They said this would be good for me. And it is. My husband is a good man, I have a roof over my head and dinner on the table everyday, you know. I’m not complaining,” you pause, reeling out of your own thoughts, “Sorry if I just overshared.”

“No, don’t worry about it,” she reassures you, “Just out of curiosity, how old are you?”

“Twenty.”

“That’s funny, I’m twenty one.”

“You’re closer to my age than my husband,” you laugh, folding another white button up before placing it in a drawer, “We are in very different positions.”

“Yes, we are,” she chuckles, “A struggling college student and a cool housewife.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say cool—”

“Nonsense!” She grumbles, an attempt to mock your husband.

“Nonsense!”

“Nonsense!”

The both of you laugh and you realize how she seems almost angelic. The look in her eyes that was once piercing and intimidating was soft and heavenly. Her cheeks are flushed red and her smile was alluring. Before you even realize it, a feeling of warmth settles in your lower belly and it gets harder and harder to take your eyes off of her. Her chuckle was music to your ears and you’ve internally decided that it was one of your favorite sounds.

—

“Goodnight, Honey.”

He plants a kiss on your sweaty forehead before turning his back towards you, opting to hug a pillow on the side instead. Everything is wet, sticky, and gross, but before you can say anything, your husband is already fast asleep, little snores filling the air of the master bedroom. You lay down for a few minutes, staring at the ceiling in the dark until you gather up the last of your willpower to get up and clean the mess between your legs.

It was an okay night.

Sure, you came, but it was just boring. There was nothing to it, only the huffs and groans and praises from your husband as he lived out his fantasy of finally being able to breed you. You’re happy to provide him, as long as it makes him happy, because he loves you and you love him. Even if you have to clean up the mess yourself, even if you don’t finish, even if that rush of loving emotion that everyone seems to describe never hits you.

You’re happy.

That’s what you tell yourself anyways. Yet, your fingers rub furiously on your clit while the other pumps in and out of your dripping cunt. You’re close and you pretend that it’s her fingers You pretend that it’s her fingers that you’re clenching around, her mouth leaving soft kisses from your neck down to your exposed breasts. You pretend that you’re tugging on dark hair, asking for more, but when you come down from your high, the ringing in your ears stops suddenly and the snores overtake your hearing once again.

Maki.

It’s wrong, disgustingly wrong, but there’s no way to escape her. Not when she’s in your house in the morning, the afternoon, and the evening. She helps with everything, things that you didn’t even consider yourself, talks to you about the things you like. And you know that her favorite color is black, her family would have much rather preferred if she went the same route you did, and she likes junk food a little too much.

You also wonder when you should tell your husband that you definitely have not gone off those pills.

—

“Miss?”

“Yes?” You respond, a grocery bag in your arms filled with different fruits, vegetables, and meat. Although you've made a few additions to your list and you were unsure at first, but as Maki empties it, her eyes light up at the sight of the bright little bag.

“You got chips?”

“Well, yeah. They’re for you. I know you liked them.”

She beams at you and it’s almost blinding. There’s an odd flutter in your stomach and you ignore it, but it only becomes stronger when she rips open the bag and munches on the whole thing in seconds. The small satisfied moan from the first bite has you internally celebrating. She looks at peace. All she’s doing is eating a bag of her favorite chips, yet it fills you with some unexplainable feeling of warmth. You make another mental note to buy even more next time.

—

“What do you think of him?”

“Who?” She asks, sitting up on the couch as she watches you get lost on the canvas in front of you.

“My husband.”

“Oh,” she pauses, her hand coming from under her chin to think, “He’s pretty cool, I guess. He also pays me which is pretty cool, you know.”

“Come on, I won’t tell him,” you insist, coming close, your hands involuntarily brushing over hers. She doesn’t pull them away, letting you rest them, enjoying the extra warmth.

“I mean, he’s a man, alright.”

“What does that even mean?”

“No offense,” she continues, finding the least rudest way to say it, “He’s kind of basic, you know? Which isn’t bad but he yells at the TV when watching football, has you light his cigarettes, and waits for you to serve him food. Just your typical husband things, I guess.”

“Are you saying my husband is boring?” You ask with a stoic face, watching the fear fill her eyes.

“No, no! That’s not what I—”

“Kidding,” you chuckle as she purses her lips before joining along, “I was just curious.”

“Well, why?”

“I don’t know,” you say, sighing as you think of all the times he did anything romantic for you, “He’s a good man, you know that, right?”

“Well, of course.”

“He brings me flowers, gives me goodnight kisses, tells me he loves me, but—” you pause, afraid to finish the thought. Your heart pounds at the mess of ideas on your mind and you’re ashamed, “I don’t know if I feel that love thing those people always talk about.”

“What do you mean?”

She’s intrigued to say the least. You’re fiddling your thumbs with a nervous smile on your face. All the while, the music you put on fades in the background until it’s only the two of you, hearts beating fast, blood rushing to your cheeks. When you finally look her in the eye, she doesn’t miss how glassy they look and that’s when her suspicions are confirmed without a verbal sentence — you’re unsure.

“He- Well, I don’t know. Forget I said anything about it,” you clasp your hands together before getting back to work in the kitchen, “And please, don’t tell him.”

Uncertainty, you’re most definitely full of it, but Maki is almost sure she’s figured it out before you have and she likes to think that she’s gotten to know you. She’s picked up how you play with your fingers when you’re unsure, how you smooth down your dress when you try to keep your composure, how that your smile loses genuinity while you’re at the dinner table. She decides it’s not her business, she’s only the housemaid and you’re just the housewife she works under.

But she’ll always be there for you with open arms if you need it.

—

“We gotta make breakfast, Maki.” You poke her side, waking her up from a deep sleep.

You’re already ready for the day, the top half of your hair already tied in a bun and a lilac colored dress adorning your figure. She’s caught off guard when she opens her eyes and you’re sitting up on the side of the bed poking at her hip. Her vision is blurry without her glasses, but she can clearly smell the sweet scent of vanilla perfume. Taking in a deep breath, she sits up, too, reaching for her glasses on the bedside table.

And her sleek, black hair cascades down her shoulders, though it’s slightly messy, you’re tempted to run your fingers through the soft looking strands. You’ve seen Maki in her maid uniform at home, jeans when she goes out to shop, but the sight of her in a satin night dress was different and your breath hitches when the blanket falls off the upper half of her body. It’s a loose fit and she looks absolutely ethereal, almost like an angel.

She turns her head to the side and you fake cough, trying to make up for staring a little too long. “I know your day doesn’t start yet, but I was hoping to get some help on breakfast today. Is that alright with you?”

“Of course, Miss. I’ll go get ready right now.

“Cool.”

You walk down to the kitchen, preparing a pie crust for your quiche and reading through the recipe you were given by a friend. By the time you blind bake the crust, Maki joins you in her usual attire. “Need anything, Miss?”

“While the quiche is baking, I just need you to make some cookie dough. Just the usual, my family is coming over later.”

“Of course.”

She gets to work right away, finding the ingredients immediately as you fill up your empty pie crust and dance around the kitchen. Right after the quiche is placed in the oven, your hips sway along with the music that plays in the radio. It’s all soft and slow, Maki smiling at your antics while you jokingly attempt to serenade her. She’s mixing in the chocolate chips into the dough and you walk forward, energetic and lost in the song.

You don’t think much of it when you grab her hip and your faces come closer together. One second, you were playfully dancing around your kitchen and the next, your breaths mingle, the gap between the two of you closing. It’s her who decides to lean forward, soft lips meeting together, your back suddenly meeting the edge of the counter. Her hands rest on the surface, each on either side of you, and her lips taste like cherries. Your hands come up to her cheeks as your mouths meld together until it’s hard to breathe.

You pull away first, remembering that your husband is still sleeping upstairs. “What are we doing?”

“Don’t know,” she replies, her hand starting to trail under the skirt of your dress, “It feels right, though.”

“Should we stop?” You mutter, just barely enough for her to hear.

“Do you want to?”

“No.”

It gives her the extra rush of courage to get under your dress and push your body until your back is flat on the counter. Luckily, there was nothing underneath except for a pair of plain black panties, a damp spot right in the middle. Her thumb presses on your clothed clit and by the way your body squirms she knows you’re sensitive which only adds to the sadistic fun of pulling down your underwear at an agonizingly slow pace. “Need you,” you breathe out, your legs being positioned on her shoulders, “I need you, please.”

“I got you, Baby. Don’t worry.” She replies with a smile, her breath hitting your wet cunt.

Your breath hitches as her tongue trails up from your hole up to your sensitive pearl and she moans at the sweet taste of your arousal. Her hands keep a firm grip on your thighs, holding them open as you bite your lip to contain your moans. He’s right upstairs, you think, but any thought of caution starts to leave you once her soft lips wrap around your clit, sucking on the bundle of nerves causing your knuckles to turn white as they grab onto the edge of the counter.

Your husband has never touched you like this. Ever.

The feeling of her mouth is foreign, but welcome. Before you know it, the grip on one of your thighs loosen and two fingers slip into your soaked cunt. She’s gentle at first, the pumps of her digits ever so delicately pressing against your g spot, but once you hike up the skirt of your dress and thread your fingers through her hair, she speeds up, hitting hard and fast. “M-Maki— Shit!”

You squeal when her tongue starts massaging your clit and your walls clench despite being empty, “Such a pretty girl,” she coos, watching in awe at how your slick coats her fingers, “Such a pretty pussy.”

Lewd praises and squelches fill the kitchen air as the coil in your stomach builds and snaps until your cunt is gushing all over her. Your back arches as you reach your high and she leaves a trail of kisses from your thigh to your sopping pussy. Bringing her fingers to your mouth, she gives you one command.

“Suck.”

You obey, wrapping your soft lips around her digits, swirling your tongue and she gives a graceful smile, brushing a thumb over your flushed cheeks. A sheen of sweat covers your forehead, but the sound of footsteps brings you out of your thoughts. Maki pockets your underwear, giving you a wink, before washing her hands and taking the nearly forgotten quiche out of the oven.

By the time you hear the footsteps of your husband, you’re decent, minimal signs of physical exertion just barely noticeable. She’s going through her usual routine of plating your food in front of the two of you, doing the dishes, laundry, everything. You want to say something, you really do, and you’re left with your own questions.

At night, you’re left pondering the strong women with silky black hair whilst in the arms of your husband.

—

Two days.

That’s how long it’s been since you’ve gotten the most mind blowing orgasm of your life. Your panties are still missing, though you don’t mind knowing who has them. And when you think about the things your mother has told you repeatedly about your perfectly structured life, it crumbles with each second. When you look at the face next to you, the indifference in your heart starts to become more and more prominent.

And even though you should feel guilty — well, you do — you also don’t regret it at all.

You still do your chores as expected, make the bed, cook dinner. You still organize the laundry, do the dishes, and tend to your rose garden. You still disinfect, fold, and have sex with your husband who’s indifferent to your pleasure every night. Almost every domestic activity was accompanied by Maki, who often sought to take over or help.

Yet, she wouldn’t even look at you.

She wouldn’t say anything that didn’t pertain to a grocery list or a command and it was infuriating. Still, you were determined to bring it up — how could you not? As you fold blankets on the couch and think, you call out her name. “Maki?”

“Yes, Miss?”

“Are we going to talk about what happened?”

“What do you mean?”

Your heart drops a tiny bit, it was an expected response based on the fact it felt like she was avoiding you, but you still had to swallow the lump in your throat. “Nevermind. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you apologizing?” She asks as you’re looking down on the rug, trying to focus on the pattern instead of the woman in front of you.

“I’m just sorry I brought it up. I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable. I’m sorry that we did whatever that was,” you take a deep breath as forming tears blurred your vision, “I’m sorry that I can’t fucking do this, Maki. I don’t love him. I can’t love him.”

She sighs, scooching forward and closer to you then pulling the half folded blanket from your hands. “You shouldn’t be sorry. This was my fault.”

“You don’t understand.”

“Try me.”

“You’re just, I’m just—” you inhale again, trying to find the right words to say, “You’re different. You’re different from him in all the best ways. You listen to what I have to say, you care about how I feel.”

“That’s something that any good friend would do—”

“I don’t want to be your friend.”

“Oh.”

She brings her fingers to your chin, nudging your head up until you’re looking her in the eyes for the first time in days. She gazes at you, appreciating every curve and every mark on your skin. You take this as an opportunity to lean in, planting a soft kiss on her lips. She doesn’t stop it, instead indulging in the act, cupping your cheeks.

It soon becomes hungry, her tongue slipping past your lips, you being rolled over onto your back as she slips her hand under your floral dress. She presses a finger against your clothed cunt, causing you to gasp and throw your head back. At the same time she leaves sloppy kisses on the exposed skin of your neck and you struggle to form a coherent sentence.

“M-Maki, stop,” you whimper and she pauses, “Wanna make you feel good.”

“Oh?” She smirks, giving you another breathless kiss, “Wanna put that mouth to use, Baby?”

“Yeah,” you breath out, “Wanna make you feel good, Mommy.”

Her expression is filled with pride as she drags her fingers across your face and into your mouth. You comply with the silent command, wrapping your lips around the digits and sucking softly, swirling your tongue around them. “Good girl.”

You let out a hum while she discards her panties somewhere on the ground and her bare cunt hovers over your face. It’s intimidating, yet the sight of her glistening folds makes you wet. All you wanted to do was taste her, drink up all of her juices, and when you finally do you can’t get enough. Despite the lack of experience, you do what you think would feel good, giving experimental licks, noting when her body twitched and when she would let out a saccharine moan.

“Fuck — you’re doing so well,” she coos, carding her fingers through your hair, admiring the sight of your half lidded eyes and the feel of your tongue, “You sure this is your first time eating pussy?”

You hum in response which sends vibrations throughout her body, causing her to throw her head back. You grip onto her lower back, desperately bringing her wet cunny closer to yourself and she rolls her hips, grinding herself on your mouth. You’re already addicted, lapping at all of the cum she has to offer, watching intently as her mouth forms an o shape and she soaks the lower half of your face.

“Such a good fucking girl, aren’t you?”

She gets off your face and you smile with pride, tugging off the rest of her maid uniform until she’s completely bare in your living room. Every curve of her body fills you with even more lust and you’re sure your panties are soaked just from the sight. Her thighs are defined, muscular even, and you kiss them before going back to her ruined pussy, lapping at all the slick.

“You’re so pretty, Maki,” you utter, your breath hitting her neck as you come back up to her face.

She pushes you backward until you’re flat on your back, pinning your wrists together before ripping off your panties. Maki wastes no time, two fingers entering your hole and curling with every thrust. “You got this wet from eating me out?” She questions cockily, leaving an open mouthed kiss on the shell of your ear along with a nibble, “You’re a cute little thing, aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” you whimper in between breaths, “Feels s’good.”

“Yeah?” She responds, watching you come undone underneath her.

Your orgasm builds up with every pump, the coil in your stomach tightening. She fastens the pace, every movement being calculated, her fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. Her fingertips manage to brutally hit the spongy spot inside of you, causing your legs to shake. Your back arches when her lips wrap around your clit, the simultaneous stimulation making your body tremble in delight. You’re gushing all over her fingers and she stares in awe as your slick drips down your thighs.

“Can we go to the bedroom?” You request meekly, barely recovering from your last orgasm.

“Of course, Baby,” she beams at you, body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, your heart fluttering in your chest.

Maki picks you up bridal style with almost no effort, pressing kisses all over your face on the way upstairs. When you finally get to the bedroom, she lays you down gently, almost as if you were a delicate piece of glass. But the moment of soft intimacy doesn’t last.

It doesn’t last when her pussy hovers over your face with her head buried in between your legs, licking hot stripes on your folds, sucking on your pearl while her fingers brush on your legs before finding their way back to your ruined cunt. Your tongue presses on her slit and her hips lower until your mouth is full of pussy. Her sweet taste is addicting and concurrent moans only heighten the pleasure, vibrations shooting through both of your bodies. Her thumb circles your clit furiously as she pulls away from your cunt to speak.

“You like this, don’t you? Ain’t this the same bed where you get fucked by your husband?” She questions demandingly, slapping your cunny.

You whine into her cunt, the sudden pain causing your walls to clamp around nothing. She laughs sadistically, pinching your clit, biting at your inner thighs.

“S’good, such a good little slut,” she coos, her nose tickling your clit as her face inches closer, “Bet you like getting fucked by your maid, don’t you?”

You can only respond with a squeal, her hand laying another blow to your aching pussy. “Don’t worry, pretty girl. I got you.” She reassures you, mouth ravaging your cunt, slurping every drop of cum you had to offer. She’s close to her own orgasm, you can tell by the way she rides your face, soaking the lower half until the sweet droplets slide down your neck. You massage her clit with your tongue as she comes down from her high, but after yours, she doesn’t stop.

Instead, she continues to feast on your cunt like a starved woman, the pressure in your stomach building for the nth time that day. Coming again almost hurts, but she ignores the high pitched wails spilling from your lips, the sounds only encouraging her to keep sucking until your body trembles. At this point, you’re light headed, vision gradually becoming blurry. Your walls are pulsating, your mind is unable to process everything at once.

Especially the shocked man who stands in the doorway of your bedroom.

And at that exact moment, you let out a sob as Maki sadistically looks your husband right in the eye, her mouth still devouring your overstimulated cunny with fervor. Your hole leaks milky white, staining your shared sheets and you cry out her name, hopelessly gripping onto the plush of her ass for stability, digging your nails into the flesh. When she pulls away, a string of spit connects from her mouth to your pearl and her pupils are blown, cheeks covered with your arousal, all the while maintaining eye contact with him.

As if there was no one in the room, she readjusts her until her face hovers over yours, her swollen pussy present on your thigh.

“Open.”

You comply readily and she grabs your face with one hand, squishing your wet cheeks so hard that they start to ache.

“Good girl.”

She spews into your mouth, watching the blob as it glides down your tongue and you swallow obediently before she comes down for a sweet kiss. The taste of yourself makes your head dizzy with lust. Let it be known that the horrified figure standing in the doorway could never make you feel as good as the maid.  

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HQ CAPTAINS AS THINGS

i was bored and felt like doing a crackfic thing but i didn’t have any solid themes or good ideas

SO I PRESENT TO YOU - THE CAPTAINS. AS THINGS. IDK HOW TO WORD THIS BUT YOU’LL SEE AS WE GO ALONG.

warnings: VERY LONG, slandering a crybaby oikawa (lovingly), mentions f!reader, shitposting, mentions of violence in kita's, (a bit) yandere!kita, cursing, unedited, me being an idiot

officer!daichi

we are: vigilante/troublemaker

loving the enemies-to-lovers trope so much

nah bro you ain’t full criminal (bc my preppy ass could never) you just do the small vandalism things y’know like drawing peepees on government buildings and knocking over bins

u literally confessed to him by spraypainting the entire billboard by his workplace “I LIKE YOU” like way to go girl

He didn’t appreciate the creative graffiti but he rlly likes u so all u had to do was clean it and then next thing u know yall are out on a cute cafe date

but let’s talk about before yall got together

he’d CHASE u thru alleyways when he’d catch you writing “police sux” on the fuckin wall

bro is NOT AT ALL afraid to jump onto the roofs it’s FRIGHTENING to see this huge ass police officer storm after u

HES SO FAST HOT DAMN WOMAN HOW DO U GET AWAY FROM HIM??? USAIN BOLT WHOMST???

you’d almost always get away by a hair - he’s SO SO close

and it frustrates him but excites u oooooo arrest me shawty

and this would continue for a while

but yall have such fun fun banter - you’d tease him and he’d say something back and you’d bolt and he’d chase

some days he’d catch you. but in those times u slip away somehow

he’s having so much fun and doesn’t even know it

and then at one point he doesn’t even care about bringing u to justice anymore. he knows it’s bad for business and it’s unprofessional but he’s so attracted to u

he doesn’t even know it. HES IN DENIAL!!! his mind: “oh i’m just asking about her so that i know her motives” bruh no u just asked about our fav pastry this aint about crime anymore

and when he finally gets it,,,DINGDINGDINGDING SOUND THE ALARMS !!! MAN IS WHIPPED!! he’s more shy around u awww,,,doesn’t even want to chase u anymore but he will still engage in banter w u.

yall get a little peace treaty in the lil crush stage - you both are kinda aware of ur feelings towards each other but don't really wanna mess it up and jeopardize whatever's going on like bros PLEASE JUST KISS ITS INFURIATING

it’s more of a competition to see who will break the other first (and you lost he’s too hot)

he lets u joyride his cop car in an empty parking lot <3 he is the one <3 this is true love

u gotta marry him right now bro no excuses

u are no longer on the crime side of the law,,,u support him and only him fuck the rest of the cops (i’m jk of course...or am i)

u are his badass sidekick <3 unofficially of course until he marries u

u help him with the small things like helping lost children find their parents and helping old ladies cross the street

but you want to do the FUN stuff - chasing thieves and arresting drunkards.

unfortunately, he loves u too much to put u in danger so he keeps u from doing the dangerous things

after some protesting later, he trusts u to take care of urself. and now yall have a competition just like old times - whoever catches the most baddies at the end of the month wins (he WILL scold u if ur too reckless though)

THE TWO OF U ARE JUST GOOD COP BAD COP UHAHAHAHAHAHA

but it’s much more complicated than that - it’s either ur the laidback one and he’s the strict one or ur the fiery one and he’s the person like “calm down”

PLEASE HE HATES BRINGING U TO INTERROGATIONS he’s trying to be serious but you keep making him laugh istg he has to kick u out each time

u still make him laugh when u pout-glare at him thru the glass

bro says he’s not the stereotypical cop but the moment u surprise him with donuts and coffee in the morning he will make out w u right then and there

even though yall dating he still won’t let u play with his equipment

but sometimes u grab his walkie talkie when he’s not looking and prank call the others

and his coworkers know by now they’re like “oh it’s daichis gf” and go along with it HAHAHAHA “this is alpha 1, daichi just contracted ligma, over.” “roger, but what’s ligma? over.” “*inhale* LIGMA-” *daichi takes the walkie talkie back*

his coworkers are chill lmaoooo they love u two as a couple THEY ARE VERY SUPPORTIVE they planned a surprise anniversary party of when u joined the force (unofficially)

the juniors tanaka and noya are jelly ooooo but they respect their captain <3

u loooooove hanging out w the starry-eyed new recruit hinata and he’s bouncing around asking u personal questions “how did you date the commander!!! what’s he like as a bf??” he also accidentally exposes how much daichi talks about u in the office before he drags him away and murders him off camera

he does get u a walkie talkie that’s just connected to his line, tho. for emergencies. it’s ur second phone basically that only has his number in it

daichi LOVES it when u massage him after he’s had a long day but his shoulders are stiff as a statue,,,he’s also super stronk and can carry u anywhere <333

IMAGINE HE HAS A POLICE DOG - he doesn’t, but he’ll get one of his buddies to bring u a k9 unit so u can pet it and when he sees how happy u are he considers getting one PLSSS IT WOULD FIT HIM HELPPP

bro is VERY strict on safety. bulletproof glass in yalls house. alarms + cameras everywhere. trackers on every device. underground bunker. (just kidding lol)

daichi teaches u self-defense and gets u a bejeweled taser for ur bday <333 MARRY THIS MAN RIGHT NOW OR I’LL-

in other words i love daichi and he is husband material WIFE ME UP BUDDY

househusband!oikawa

we are: girlboss sugar mommy

somehow you tamed this bish to becoming your obedient malewife

and by obedient i mean whiny but compliant

IS MORE ATTACHED TO YOUR BLACK CARD THAN TO YOU. I SAID IT. THE TRUTH.

sure, he’s pretty and gives affection sometimes but the only time he’s bein cute and snuggly w u is when a new fendi purse came out and he wants it

his specialty is cooking but he’s so lazy he’s all “just get the maid to do it”

please give ur workers a raise he’s so demanding

when you take him to ur business parties hes ALWAYS bragging about you and ur large house with this and that and his favorite: indoor hot tub. he always brings up the indoor hot tub.

only reason you bring him is cuz he’s pretty and he whines when you leave him alone for too long

yall cant even stay for too long - he’ll practically drag u out of the building and whining that it’s too hot and his suit is too stuffy and to call a limo

he’s not afraid to embarrass u if u dont give him what he wants and he will spit out food at a formal dinner if its not to his liking

probably in competition w househusbands! makki and mattsun about who gets the best house so he’s constantly begging u for an extension to the house “please babe!!! makki has-” “no.”

8/10 times throws tantrums in public and 1465/10 times throws tantrums in the house

he wants to cry for the sake of crying. one time he lost his shirt and he wouldn’t stop bawling for 15 min

please find him a hobby

crybaby . the moment u give him the glare of death it’s over. but he’s got a cute crying face which makes up for his annoying whimpering

like he made the mistake of throwing a temper tantrum in the mall only for you to glare at him with a look that said “we’re discussing this when we get home and you’re gonna get your ass beat” and walk away. immediately stopped what he was doing and he was running after u, sniffling and mumbling apologies

please humble him and have him sleep outside. the couch is too luxurious to banish him to. he made sure of it himself. it’s reclining and has charging ports. he will not learn his lesson that way

does NOT want you to get a pet or a kid or even another sugar baby/househusband - he wants to be the center of ur attention

speaking of which he HATES it when you work for too long or work overseas. when u come back he’ll pout at u and give u the petty silent treatment

don’t bother trying to comfort him he thrives off of it and he’ll keep going so u can keep paying attention to him. if u just ignore him back he’ll come crawling back to u. “WHY ARE YOU IGNORING ME IGNORING YOU?? DO YOU EVEN LOVE ME ANYMORE???”

one time yall got into a fight and he was all like “since ur being a rude mommy i’ll just find someone else !!!” inside u were like “oh god finally” but instead u said “okay”

ohmygod he panicked. he was rlly expecting for u to fight for him,,, but he doesn’t want to admit defeat first so he tries to go thru with it but you literally dont care. even when he has his chanel luggage packed and he’s standing by the door ur just like “ok bye bitch”

So he’s trying to stand by the door and wait for u to say that ur joking. ur not.

“fine! I’m leaving now!” “okay.” “...*sniffles*” “tooru, go.” “WAAAAH NO IM SORRY I DONT WANT TO-”

u knew this was going to happen sadly. u even hid the keys to all of the sports cars u own just in case he was actually going to go thru with it

tries to get in the gossip circle with the neighborhood trophy wives but they don’t think he’s cool enough. they like u though. they think ur hot asf and oikawa doesn’t like them no more bc theyre hitting on his ATM. but thanks to that u know all the gossip and shit even though u don’t ask for it

Every time u pass by a store where he thinks he wants something he’ll just cling to u and give the puppy dog eyes. like it could be out of nowhere and u see it and you’re like “where. which store.”

bro once he went luxury he never went back. he wouldn’t EVER step foot into a grocery store ever again congrats he’s been bimbo-ified

beat him with ur gucci belt pls it’s so funny

also please please PLEASE discipline him. tell him it’s NOT okay to just randomly purchase the entire swarovski store or to throw a party at ur house just bc he’s feeling petty about u being at work for too long. ofc he’ll bitch about it but you need to be firm

but don’t worry,,,he’ll get the idea when u take away black card privileges and slap him around (lovingly)

now he has to ask permission like a good boy. he’ll kneel and hug u and give a lil pout and whine

you got a bigass man child i’m sorry maam u should’ve picked tobio or ushi

ceo!kuroo

we are: secretary

bruh keeps it mostly professional during work hours

but that all gets shedded off like a snake when we on break

one minute he’s all “get these papers done by today or i swear on all that is holy i will destroy you” and then later he’s all “hey sweetheart wanna grab a cup of coffee”

flirty flirty FLIRTY FLIRTY AAAAA HES A MENACE

but you’re less than impressed bc y’know when the time clocks out and its time to go back to work he’s ruthless once more

HUMBLE HIM FOOL only when you’re on break though

will NOT stand for anyone else in the workplace bullyin u - NO WAY. only HIM

he’s got TONS and TONS of dirt on everyone in the office - NO ONE is safe so they wouldn’t even dare

RIP janet from accounting

that dumb bitch made the mistake of insulting u to ur face and in front of him. never heard from her again

it’s not even limited to the other employees - he’s not afraid to go off on a potential business partner if they dared disrespect you

bruh tries to call u on ur off days for the most randomest shit and to get ur attention

*picks up phone* “sir?” “ah! my favorite secretary ever! listen, i need you to grab my pens from my desk at the office and bring them to my place.” “...with all due respect, it’s 2 am, sir.”

but u have to comply with his ridiculous demands cuz he’s the bank

and he depends on u completely. as much as he hates to admit it - u have his schedules, itinerary, provide coffee, performance rates, stock info, you name it.

once u were out sick and he had the worst management - he’s not used to working without you

def tries to get some of ur workload off of u bc he’s worried that the stress of working for him made u sick + he doesn’t want to go thru scheduling again

prolly gets bored in meeting rooms and sends u little smirks and wiggles his eyebrows and weird looks while he’s sitting and ur standing in the corner like bruh pay attention

maybe sometimes he’s secretly makin fun of the presenter and doodling on his spare sticky note something funny to make u crack a smile

he’ll tease u for it of course “oh, secretary! you should be paying more attention! what would you do if this was important?” bruh i can multitask now keep airdropping me ur selfies i’m saving all of them (news flash: u dont save his dumbass selfies otherwise his ego will inflate too much)

sometimes likes to pull u aside from work to hug u - you say it’s highly unprofessional but he says it’s his stress reliever

you ALMOST got caught by one of the newbies and he was kabedon-ing you

he tries to play it off (since u were embarrassed too) but u know better,,,DO NOT LET HIM FORGET ABOUT IT he turns red and embarrassed every single time USE THIS TO UR ADVANTAGE !!

never goes into an elevator without you bruh is so attached to u n holds the doors open for you

but you have to open normal doors for him if he doesn’t know how it works (hint: manual doors. “why isn’t it opening on its own?” “sir, there’s a handle.” “but?? what does it do??”)

bruh acts like a dumbass sometimes so you can baby him :/// wtf man just because you’re rich doesn’t mean i’ll- ...wait...how much did you say…? that many zeros? HAND ME THAT FORK YES I’LL FEED YOU COME HERE- HERE COMES THE AIRPLANE BITCH

brings u to overseas trips and he spoils u too

no matter how much you insist that you’re ok he gives u a lot of luxurious items. “think of it as a bonus from me.” NOW YOU JUST HAVE A COLLECTION OF NICE SHOES/BAGS/JEWELRY AND HE LOVES IT WHEN YOU WEAR THEM TO WORK IT MAKES HIM SO HAPPY UGHHHHH

BRUH just a sugar daddy at this point “you have to look presentable for the next focus group so here’s a nice rolex watch” “sir, i don’t need-” “ah ah ah - it’s my treat.”

it’s pointless to refuse him but he still teases u for it like what???? “if i didn’t know any better, secretary, i’d say you’re just doing it for my money and not my fabulous looks and personality.” “exactly.” “hey!”

yall go for drinking parties a lot. whether with the whole branch or just the two of u

KARAOKE W KUROO AFTER A LONG DAY OF WORK <333 becomes a ritual between the two of u

he’s so silly when he’s drunk lmfaoooo goofy ass mf

but that’s only when it’s the two of u. he controls his alcohol around others and his uncool side is only for u <3

also ur the only one he trusts to take him back to his place and handle him

it’s the other way around too - when u drink a lot he looks after you <333

you have a higher tolerance than him and sometimes u have competitions between the two of u on who can drink more but then yall always end up shitfaced

HES the one who has a crush on you

you know the drill - gaslight gatekeep girlboss

he’ll do anything for u but wouldn’t ever admit it he simp

offers u the keys to his estate and offers for you to LIVE with him

bruh just marry me already ok WAIT WE’RE NOT EVEN DATING YOU NEED TO WORK ON THAT SIR-

he’s so awkward tryna confess to u,,,he may be this big hotshot ceo but he’s acting like a schoolgirl in love

probably prints u a confession when he asks u to go to the fax machine lmfao what a nerd

in other words ceo!kuroo is a nerd and you need to top him immediately get that bank

dog hybrid!bokuto

we are: owner

Husky-malamute breed!!! BEEG DOGGIE VERY HAPPY N DROOLY <333

OVERLY HYPER. JUMPS ON ANYONE AND U AT ANY GIVEN MOMENT

he’s well trained i swear but the moment he sees something of interest then i’m sorry you just lost him

please if a robber came in he wouldn’t even attack them he’d just tackle them w hugs

he loves loves loves snuggles <333 u busy? nope!!! hug time!!! cooking something?? oo lemme see!!! whoops look at all those tomatos on the ground. u got a deadline coming up and u really need to focus?? CUDDLE TIIIIIIME- w-wait - huh?? why are u shoving me off?? do you - do you not - huh?!?! WHY ARE YOU LOCKING ME OUT OF THE ROOM?? NO!!!! I LOVE YOU!!! IDK WHAT EXAMS ARE BUT I WANT CUDDLES!!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME????!!!

the WORST things u could ever do to him is leave him and call him a bad boy

HE CRIES ON THE SPOT </3 HOW COULD YOU </3

soso bummed when u go out of the house without him </333 waits by the door patiently waiting for u to come back </333 sob sob

the moment he hears the door unlock he LEAPS and his tail is wagging like CRAZY

he is SO STRONG. almost always knocks u over whenever he jumps on u

destroys EVERY toy u bring him. u leave him for 5 seconds and there’s stuffing all over the floor and whatever u brought him is nonexistent

tugs on the leash when u walk so much that it SNAPS

loves romping w the other dogs in the dog park but he needs to tone down on his friendliness he almost killed a lil orange chihuahua

gets distracted by EVERYTHING. ooh, squirrel! oo, butterfly! OOO HUMAN CHILD!! MUST EAT!!!

ok while he might be friendly, he still gets super super jealous. you both were outside and u were petting the neighborhood black cat and bruh almost swallowed his head

which u thought was weird bc the two are normally friends and are pretty nice around each other

so now he’s more feisty around him and any other cat that’d get ur attention

If it was a person, then that’s another thing. He’d be very friendly at first but then slowly realize that ur attention is more directed on them than him. then he’d go ballistic

but when u scold him for practically assaulting the poor dude and call him a bad boy,,,he’s lost it

u have to lock him in the other room and he’s crying and whimpering, scratching at the door. all he wanted to do was protect u from that bad bad man who took away his owner’s attention !!!

def snarls at the dude next time he comes into ur house/apartment...dude never came back

“GRRR” “AAAA GET UR FRIGGIN DOG B-” “he don bite” YES IT DO GET UR-”

doggie bokuto rlly tries to be slick...it doesn’t work. like he tries to do that thing when he’s a total demon towards the guy but then act like an angel around u but it doesnt work bc he’s not smooth

doggie intelligence: 2 IQ. one time u got him a puzzle box and hid a treat in it but bruh couldnt figure it out just straight up monched the entire puzzle simply bc he smelled his fav bbq treat in it

speaking of intelligence - he only knows how to say a few words like ur name and incomplete sentences. speaks in barks and whines and sometimes a word

SO BIG THAT HE GRABS FOOD FROM THE TABLE WHEN YOU’RE NOT LOOKING

u had some delicious beef steak? oh dear, where did it go? there’s ur puppy kou with steak sauce all over his lips

big fan of hiking trips, sports, literally anything that involves going out

he LOVES getting dirty outside playing. boi cant control himself from rolling around in the mud

hates baths at first but then he likes how u spray the water on him and giggles awww he likes bath time now

we all know he’s not the brightest pup of the pack but,,,he’s somehow psychic. he knows when ur taking him to the vet

HE THROWS A BIG FUSS ALL THE TIME - sometimes he tries to hide but his huge tail under the couch gives it away

and he knows when ur thinking of taking him on a walk. he also begs u to take him outside by settling his head in ur lap and pouting until u give him what he wants

he likes the big ol doggie sweaters/pjs u buy him...but he always ruins them. no matter how much u buy him, they’re all ruined. he complains how scratchy it is and it feels weird on him

knows LOTS of tricks but if u teach him more than what he already knows he will forget one of them he’s like a damn pokemon

he feels ur emotions :((( if ur mood is down his tail droops :(( and he gives u cuddles and tries to make u feel better

he even likes to make a fool out of himself and be silly if it makes u laugh :((( he’s so precious

in other words i love doggy bokuto

pirate!ushijima

we are: kidnapped

ah yes we’re are captives of the most fearsome pirates of the seas: shiratorizawa

just so you know, tendou was the instigator. he was all “let’s kidnap a noble’s kid and get the ransom money!” (whether you actually are a noble or not is up to you)

thing is, nobody’s willing to pay (if you aren’t a noble) or the pirates really pissed off the folks in charge and are now doing a manhunt

so yeah you aren’t going back anytime soon

but he’s a pretty good sport about it - very hospitable

he notices the little things u like and gets them for u <333 sighs <333

he saw you reading that book? wow look at that, there’s suddenly a stack of them and the same genre he saw you reading

but you definitely shouldn’t test him. he’s SUPER scary when it comes down to it

you saw how ruthless he was with the rogues that had dared to challenge him on sea

mf made them walk the plank

you help on the ship bc u wanna be useful and also shirabu keeps being mean

he asks u to teach the crew how to read cuz theyre dumb as shit and only know water and treasure

speaking of treasure - when he leaves u on the ship to explore a cave, he gets u really pretty jewelry <33 anything u ask for

“oh, welcome back captain. how was your mission?” “i brought back a few trinkets i thought you might like.” *reveals whole chest of priceless gems* “are they to your liking? if not, we can set sail for something else that might interest you.” “I-”

bruh got a pet eagle - u ask the crew and they dont even know how tf it happened

hell, even he doesn’t know how it happened wtf. “oh. one day it flew down to me and i fed it. that’s all.” wtf

equivalent to diluc’s bird - he didn’t even give it a name so he gives u the honors

U name him rigatoni (you got a great naming sense btw)

oh my god oh my god oh my god HE TRIES TO PROTECT U WHEN PPL WERE TRYNA INVADE THE SHIP

it was the first thing he did no cap - burst into ur room and scoops u up <33333

“what the-” “we need to get you to safety. we are under attack.” and holds u close to his chest AAAHSIDHFPSDHFN OH MY LORD YES

HAS THE TEAM GIVE U SELF DEFENSE LESSONS AFTER THAT

tendou tries to give u a sword but ushi says no “she could hurt herself.”

“but ushiwaka! we can teach her not to hurt herself” “...it’s my orders.” “c’mon, be more honest, ushiwaka! what’s the real reason?”

he goes quiet then looks at u “...i’ll always be there to help. she’ll have me.” AOISHSDHFSNDF

HELPPPPP SIOJFDSKFJP HES SO CHARMING AND HE DOESNT EVEN TRY

but the rest of the crew are like “then what’s the point”

but tendou sneaks u a dagger just to be safe

sorry ur apart of the crew now - but they’re like a family even if they did kidnap u

oh whatever your life before wasn’t as cool as this (no offense)

they are given orders to protect u at all costs

speaking of which - ushi isn’t all that great w guns

almost blew his own head off tryna figure out how it works before reon snatched it from him

he brings you with him to towns and cities and he likes taking u to the markets to get you stuff

ushijima tell me your love language is gift-giving without telling me your love language is gift-giving-

he finds out you’re pretty good at bargaining and brings you onshore a lot more

is mesmerized at how you absolutely BERATE the merchant who was tryna rip you off like sis where is this violence coming from??? he loves it??

he also likes to stop by some pretty islands and imagines just settling down in such a nice place w you <333 SIGHS <333 VERY <333 LOUDLY <333

no matter how much he likes you...he will NOT let you drive the boat under any circumstances </3 its his livelihood c’mon man

whenever you have to stay on the ship while he’s away he sends rigatoni to give messages and the two of u talk thru messages

speaking of which rigatoni is fierce and can definitely sink his talons and his sharp beak into any bastard that dares get near you while the captain is away

wakatoshi “swimming is for pussies” ushijima - he’s water resistant

bruh so powerful he walks on water

second coming of christ who

IM JUST KIDDING he does swim but we hardly ever see it

legends say (tendou says) he looks rlly awkward doing it and only knows how to doggie paddle

speaking of our homeboy tendou - he loooves spooking the team (and especially you) with scary stories . don’t worry tho - this is all a ploy to get the beeg pirate husband to comfort u at night ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) he is ur wingman u can count on him. but his suggestions are ridiculous

“Jump off the deck and see if he’ll catch you!” um excuse me- THOU SHALT NOT PUT BIG HUSBAND TO THE TEST

he’s got good intentions...i think…

but everyone literally knows he would dive after you

in other words pirate!ushijima is a softie at heart but goddamn he probably secretly has a pet shark so dont test him or u goin overboard

mafia leader!kita

we are: associate from different group/family

kita highly respects u and yall have been acquainted since u were young with the alliance of ur families

so in a way ur childhood friends but yall do have lil bit of friendly rivalry a bit

arranged marriage whuuuutttt...yeah thats what happened but u love him <3

nobody else knows about ur arranged marriage but you two

POLITE GENTLEMAN <333 !!! HNNNNNNNN his granny raised him right even tho he’s a mafia leader

RICH BOY RICH BOY RICH BOY- ALWAYS DRESSES DASHINGLY AND SMELLS GREAT MMMMMM

he owns the majority of the underground casinos

and has lots of connections with others. countless, might i add.

you on the other hand specialize as an arms dealer so he cherishes your services the most

prob has the traditional tattoos allllll over his back and shoulders w like a dragon or sm and def a fox or kitsune

when u two were little he asked ur favorite flower and GOT THAT TATTOOED ON HIS BACK <3 probably secretly has your initials hidden in there somewhere

u both have a silent understanding of each other and he talks to u more than he does anyone

before he used to smoke but once he figured out that you didn’t like the smell of cigarettes he quit just like that

his underlings, the miya twins are so confused on how kita switches from totally brutal and ruthless to so soft around u

they can’t tease him for it, though, cuz he’d pulverize them

but they want to know more about u,,,you mysterious enigma,,,but kita would kill them if they dared asked about you

so they go to inarizaki’s most secretive informant/cyber mercenary, suna rintarou

and suna knows all about you. he saw you one time and he was curious about who you were and is now rlly scared of you because he dug too deep and you’ve got LOTS of history

he doesn’t dare tell the twins what he found no matter how much they bug him

until they bribe him at just the right price

and when aran finds out and tells kita?? ohhh boy it’s lights out for all three of them

oh my god ,,, would kill for u he loves u so much

one time you were kidnapped and held hostage

bro saw red

MAFIA ANNIHILATION SPEEDRUN ANY % NO GLITCH

he got world record time

wiped out the entire conglomerate behind it - nothing and nobody left behind after that

and of course, made sure you were safe.

yandere? ofc not...i mean...just look at him...so innocent...he would never...sharpening that knife...with splattered blood all over him...

is now joined at the hip with u,,,no matter how much you tell him you’ll be fine now and that you have tons of reliable bodyguards he won’t let it go

“don’t you have to go back to your place?” “this is my duty as both a fellow associate and your future husband.” aww,,,ur so sweet...but BRUH PLEASE GO HOME ARAN IS DOING EVERYTHING OVER THERE

makes sure to build a headquarters DIRECTLY NEXT TO YOURS so that its faster

and it’s not long until he just signs a deal to merge ur factions together (since yall getting married anyways)

and oh my god...ur underground wedding is SO SO PRETTY

absolutely DOESN’T care if he’s smuggling jewels from different countries - he’s having your ring CUSTOM MADE and the way you want it. “the diamond is too small? sure thing, darling, i’ll have it 7 times that size.”

makes sure everything is perfect in ur wedding <333 its very extravagant and even though its not really his style he’ll do anything for you

he absolutely WOULD take your last name if you wanted. FIGHT ME ON THIS

takes you to his private island for ur honeymoon so that the two of you don’t have to worry about work

meanwhile aran is scrambling around the place trying to cover for the both of you

he’s a VERY romantic husband - NEVER takes off his ring even for security. he says its practically a part of him just like you are <3

the ring has a built in tracker connected to an app. possessive? noooo...

in other words this escalated pretty quickly but i aint complaining if it gets me married to kita

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--EXTRA EXTRA!! other characters’ roles!!--

officer!daichi:

karasuno squadron consists of:

cops: daichi (duh), asahi (mostly patrol, he hates confrontation), tanaka & noya (mostly accompanied by ennoshita), hinata & kageyama

investigators/detectives: sugawara, ennoshita, yamaguchi, tsukishima, kiyoko, yachi

surveillance: narita, kinoshita, tsukishima too

househusband!oikawa:

makki and mattsun are also househusbands

iwaizumi is a malewife fhasodjkasdhf-

ceo!kuroo:

lev is the newbie that walked in on u two-

janet still a bitch

kenma is his fellow ceo buddy. he also owns a multimillion dollar company and kuroo’s and his have a sort-of contract so you see him a lot in meetings

yaku is like one of the top performing managers so whenever yall have branch meetings he’s there

dog hybrid!bokuto:

kuroo is the black neighborhood cat bokuto almost murdered cough cough i did that on purpose yes i did

kenma is also another neighborhood cat. you don’t see him around that often but now that bokuto got jealous he stays far away.

hinata is the orange chihuahua i briefly mentioned

i couldn’t decide whether akaashi would stay human and be his previous owner or also be a cat/dog/owl. so lets say he’s ur human friend that is your bestie and comes over a lot. bokuto likes him, though. still gets jealous a bit.

pirate!ushijima:

tendou is practically is right hand man

the rest of the team have something to give idk how to explain pirate team members okay-

BUT BUT BUT- they do have sea rivals which are the seijoh pirates. you ran into them one day and oikawa thought you were kidnapped (you were, but you liked it there) so he tried to do you justice and failed miserably. ushijima ragdolled him into the ocean when he flirted w you.

mafia!kita:

the twins are something akin to mercenaries basically. or just plain lackeys.

suna is an informant/cyber mercenary. he gathers information about ppl which is how he knew about you. and he’s a hacker lol.

aran is his second-in-command, omimi + ginjima are his bodyguards

a/n: im going to regret posting this

[yespolkadotkitty]

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2 ~ Chapter 3 ~ Chapter 4

Thanking @mourningbirds1 for the beta!

Luncheon passed as slowly as usual. Bea’s father regaled her with this week’s list of suitors - only two - and their various accomplishments. The third had become struck down with some sort of foot-related malady which her father started to expound upon in too much detail. Bea feigned a coughing fit until he changed the subject, but his raised brow said he knew her game.

Nevertheless, he indulged her and they spoke about the autumnal plants flowering in the gardens.

“No letter from Mama today?” Bea asked, hoping perhaps he’d forgotten.

“Not today.”

She swallowed her disappointment and pushed the last bites of quail around her plate, trying to drum up some interest.

It was a feast for the senses, all the meals here were, but her stomach barely growled. She would have been just as happy with her mother’s cook’s plain, fresh fare.

“Where are the soldiers eating?”

“In the servants’ quarters,” her father replied, brow furrowing. “You want them to eat here? As the knights did? You need to learn to behave like the Lady of a Manor you’ll soon be, Beatrix.”

Bea swallowed back her disappointment. “Very well, father.”

He quirked a brow. “I know that tone. It means you’re biding your time until you can find a way around me.”

Bea dipped her head, her face flushing.

“Beatrix.” Her father took her hand, waiting until she looked at him. “Do you think I wouldn’t like you to live wild in the country? But your mother has done you no favours. You must take your place among your family line, like it or not.”

I don’t like it, Bea thought. But she could have it much worse. As fathers went, she believed hers was lenient. For now.

If she kept refusing suitors, though-

Lord Wolfe released her hand. “Do not forget that Sir Gareth will be joining us for dinner. Do not be late, and for the Lord’s sake, do something with your hair. All right?” he added, softening his tone a little.

“Yes, Father.”

“Good.” He looked as if he would perhaps add something, but then waved a servant over. “We are finished here.”

The young man bowed. “Yes, my Lord.”

Beatrix sat at the table for a few minutes, idly turning the cloth napkin between her fingers.

Lord Wolfe paused at the door. “Your company for the afternoon, Beatrix.”

When Bea turned, William stood in the doorway. His heavy beard caught the afternoon light from the dining chamber window, and she had a sudden idea.

“William?”

Yes, my lady?”

“I think you could do with some...smartening up.”

His brows lifted for a second. “As you say, my Lady.”

********

William eyed Bea suspiciously as she soaped his bearded jaw. “You have used one of those before, haven’t you, my lady?”

Bea turned the cut-throat razor over in her hands. It glinted in the light of the bathing chamber. “No, but how hard can it be? Just scrape the hair off. Correct?”

William seemed to sort of shrink in his chair. “I, ah, believe that’s the way of it, yes.”

Tapping the razor in her hands, Bea tilted her head, considering. “How long since you’ve been clean shaven?”

“Years, my lady.” He leaned away just a fraction; but Bea saw the move.

For a moment she pretended to study the way he shifted in the chair. “William, I’m shaving your face. Not your balls.”

He barked out a nervous laugh.

A rap at the door made Bea turn. “Come.”

“My lady.” The maid Bea has been assigned here, a timid, mousey-haired woman, bowed deeply and kept her head down when she walked forward. “I was asked to assist you.”

“Ah yes. Come, Matilda.” Bea beckoned with her free hand. “I was about to shave William. William, this is my lady’s maid, Matilda. Matilda, meet William.”

The maid raised her gaze for a moment, and William met it. Matilda’s cheeks flushed and she looked away.

Bea watched the exchange with interest.

“Matilda, the bowl, if you would.”

The maid wordlessly held the bowl out to William’s right side. Bea dipped the razor in the water and began to gently scrape at William’s heavy beard. Hanks of it dropped into the water, and after each pass, Bea rinsed the blade. A bead of sweat rolled down William’s temple as she worked.

“Afraid?” Bea teased. “Of a woman?”

“Only a fool isn’t afraid of a blade near his neck,” William said, moving his mouth as little as possible when replying.

Bea smiled. “You and Tovar. You’re different from the others.”

“As are you.” He stilled again when she scraped another few hanks of dark blond beard from his jaw, moving the blade with care.

“Never been assigned to busywork before?” When he arched a brow, Bea rolled her eyes. “I know what this is. I’m not an infant who needs to be minded. My father merely wants to ensure I don’t flee back to the country, or embarass myself before he can find a local lord I’m willing to marry.”

“And do you want to? Marry, I mean?”

Bea smiled without humour. “How different the world of a woman is. You, William, are the first person ever to ask me that question.” She scraped gently at the curve where his jaw met his ear; more hair fell away. A curl landed on Matilda’s hand and William reached up to brush it away; his touch lingering a fraction longer than was seemly.

Very interesting.

“There.” Bea rinsed the blade, shaved off a few of the straggling hairs, then set the razor in the bowl. “Matilda, the looking glass, if you please.”

The maid set the bowl down on the tall, oak Welsh dresser by the window, and fetched the looking glass. Recently polished, it shone in the afternoon light.

“Wait one moment.” Bea rummaged in her pocket for a strip of leather she used to tie her hair back - a fashion her father detested - and gathered William’s hair into a tail. “There. You look a little roguish; I like it.”

Matilda tilted the glass obligingly.

William admired himself for a moment. “Am I more pleasing to you like this, my Lady? More fitting to be your guard?”

Bea’s brows raised in surprise. “It’s not about appearances, William. To be frank with you, it is either find ways to entertain myself under my father’s arrest, or go quite mad. Do you think the Spaniard would consent to being sheared?”

William smiled at the term. “We are in your employ, are we not? I should like to see his reaction to it, though. I should like that very much.”

********

Bea found Tovar in the Manor courtyard. Apples hung heavy from the trees, a bright green, their flesh perfectly ripe. Bea picked one, and as she approached Tovar, he turned to face her.

He wore a clean black tunic, belted at the waist, a sword in a scabbard at his right hip. The afternoon sunlight picked out the dark brown slices in his black hair, highlighting the richness of the shade. Would it be soft?

To distract herself, she offered the apple. 

“I am to be Adam, no? Taking a bite of the forbidden fruit?”

“Did anyone tell you it’s forbidden?”

His dark gaze was on her face when he replied, softly, “fruit as enticing as this is always forbidden, Princesa.”

Bea frowned, slipping the apple into her pocket. “Don’t call me that. Can’t you call me Bea? Or even Beatrix?”

Tovar’s hand curled into a fist at his side. “It would not do to become over familiar. Princesa.”

She scoffed, walked away a few paces.

“It is your time with William, no? But you sought me out.”

“Yes.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why? You wish to rub salt into my wound, hmmm? To discover more about my less than illustrious past?”

“No.” Her throat closed. “No. Not at all, Tovar. You have no reason to trust me, but I adore those children. I would bring them all here if I could.”

His mouth ticked up into a half-smile, warming his bottomless, ale-brown eyes. “A manor of waifs and strays?”

“Better than a Manor where the Lords eat well while the wretched others starve,” she bit back, then sighed. “I’m sorry. You didn’t deserve that. It’s just…. Things should be different.”

Tovar’s eyes went wide for a second. “You did not come here to apologise to me, Princesa. Tell me what it is you want.”

Bea stuffed her hands in her pockets, because she wanted to touch the Spaniard. Feel the drum of his heart under her palms. Breathe him in.

And that reminded her that none of the peacocking suitors her father arranged her made her feel thus. It excited her; it unsettled her.

“I just shaved William’s beard off,” she told him, her fingers brushing the smooth green apple skin in her pocket. “And I want to ask if I can practice on you, too.”

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[mythgirlimagines]

This week, I have a brand-new talentswap MAID especially for you! If you couldn’t tell by the pun in the first sentence, this Myth is the Former Ultimate Maid!

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BACKSTORY AND TALENT

Originally living with her sisters at an orphanage, Myth watched as both of sisters got picked up by loving families, while poor Myth was left in the dust. In order to make herself more desirable to prospective parents, Myth taught herself how to cook and clean after all of the other kids in the orphanage. Eventually though, much to her joy, she was eventually was picked up by a wealthy family that eventually ditched her, despite being great at her maid duties. Eventually, after going through many wealthy families and being tossed out/abused/ignored, without a second thought, one family managed to keep her: a warm and loving family with an artistic prodigy for a daughter. For once, Myth felt the love and affection that she was starved for, after all of those years of isolation and being tossed out like common trash. All of those skills accumulated from both helping out at the orphanage and being raised as a maid for all of these wealthy families, earned her the Hope’s Peak title of Ultimate Maid. 

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RELATIONSHIPS

Wyre Anon, Former Ultimate Artist

Born into an influential family of artistic geniuses, with their father being a master sculptor and their mother being a expert sketch artist, Wyre mainly specializes in the craft of both their parents, even though they are a master in practically every art form their parents can throw at them. When Wyre heard from their parents that someone was going to be adopted into their family, Wyre was ecstatic at the idea, and Myth quickly proved themself as a great servant and sister figure. Myth regularly serves food and cleans up after Wyre, when they gets particularly busy. Every since Wyre heard about Myth’s past with all of the other families, they claim that they are willing to fight all of them, much to the protests of Myth. 

Outfit: A brown paint-colored apron over a black sweater and matching pants and shoes, a tool belt with sculpting supplies, black fingerless gloves, glasses from original design.

Anon Scar, Ultimate Detective

Despite Scar’s eccentric behavior and constant talk of possessing an “All-Seeing Eye” under her eyepatch (which was actually lost in a battle between her and a particularly violent criminal), none of Scar’s clients can deny that she is a very competent detective, in spite of both that and her age. Her detective duties can get very stressful at times, but it seems Myth has a psychic connection to Scar’s distress, for she would always be there with whatever can calm Scar down. This has caused Scar to feel both intrigued (in regards to the possible existence of psychics) and concerned for Myth’s health and well-being (because of Myth‘s constant overexertion and overworking).

Outfit: A black and purple eyepatch on her left eye, a black jacket slung over her shoulders Yasuhiro-style, a black vest over a white dress shirt, black pants and black thigh high heels.

Fusion Anon, Ultimate Astronaut

Ever since he was little and went stargazing with his grandparents, Fusion has always showed an interest in reaching the stars and traveling beyond the boundaries. Having aced both the physical and written exams at NASA, despite his age, Fusion is well on his way to becoming a full-blown astronaut. Fusion also trains younger children who are planning on becoming astronauts just like him, via lectures on astronomy and little physical exercises to build up endurance, and he brought his astronaut-training seminars to the Kibo-Con. Myth regularly assists him in his seminars, and in return, Myth gets glow-in-the-dark star-shaped stickers and freeze-dried “astronaut grub” from Fusion. 

Outfit: A blue galaxy printed jumpsuit over a red t-shirt with a yellow star on the front, black and dark grey gloves and matching boots, glasses from original design.

FU-510-N Mk. 2 (aka. Fusion Anon II), Ultimate Robot 

FU-510-N Mk. 2 (or Fusion II as she’d like to be called) was a robot created by NASA, in order to both assist Fusion in his seminars and accompany him on his future space expeditions. Created to entertain adults as well as children during the lectures and training, Fusion II was written with more of a sarcastic edge to her dialogue with Fusion, making her a bit more of a straight man to Fusion’s cheerful and pun-loving funny man, almost like Fusion’s rebellious teen daughter. Fusion II bonded with Myth quickly over their shared statuses of being “assistants“ to others. But much to Fusion II’s dismay, it doesn’t seem like Myth is able to pick up on her sarcasm at all.

Outfit: A white exoskeleton, pink and black joints,  and four small black wheels underneath her “skirt”, clothes from original design.

Just Anon, Ultimate Anthropologist 

Running away from home, because of his massively rich, influential, and incredibly strict parents, with nothing but a backpack and his wits, Janon eventually found the one thing that actually interested him, while on his trek across the world: people and their cultures, which attracted him to the field of anthropology. After writing all about his travels and the philosophies he learned in a couple of journals he eventually published for the masses, Janon was revered as a genius in the field of anthropology. Despite planning on taking this secret to the grave, Janon has a secret soft spot for Myth, for she reminds her of the poor maids being crapped on by his influential family.

Outfit: A black facemask, a black overcoat over a pink t-shirt, a skull necklace, brown pants, black boots, a big brown backpack.

Sparkle Anon, Former Ultimate Entomologist

Specializing in lepidoptery and coleopterology, Sparkle intends on showing people all about the beauty of insects, in the most flamboyant and over-dramatic ways possible. Despite these idiosyncrasies, she is a respected figure by entomologists and aspiring entomologists everywhere. While Myth loves admiring the odd butterfly as much as the next person, Sparkle attracts insects like sugar water, and they are all a nightmare to remove and exterminate. The whole insect issue isn’t helped by the fact that Sparkle loudly and explicitly refuses to let Myth get rid of any of her “precious jewels”. Luckily, Sparkle shared some non-pesticide related methods to herd her insects, in case they get wild.

Outfit: A cape that resembles monarch butterfly wings with shoulder pads that look like rhino beetles, a green insect carrier,  a brown skirt with darker brown ant patterns, the glasses, jacket, undershirt, leggings, and boots from her original design.

Egg Anon, Former Ultimate Child Caregiver, and Wet Sock Anon, Former Ultimate Aikido Master

With a childish, immature and cursed yet caring personality, Egg was a massive hit amongst the children of the orphanage that they and their twin Wet Sock were born and raised in. In order to protect the children that their twin cared for, the brooding and cynical Wet Sock decided to pick up aikido and self-defense skills, dominating bigger foes in all the tournaments they entered. Shouldering the burden of hearing the twin’s primary defense mechanism (read: cursed comments), Myth quickly bonded with Egg, thanks to their shared interest in caring for others. Myth tried to bond with Wet Sock, but because of them being tsundere, Myth only gets judo thrown in response.

Egg’s Outfit: Part of their hair tied up with a yellow scrunchie, a green hoodie with yellow sleeves, a fanny pack colored like their original shirt, black shorts, long yellow socks, green light-up-shoes, glasses from original design.

Wet Sock’s Outfit: Same outfit from the original, but with black aikido pants and matching sandals.

Curious Anon, Jr. Ultimate Supreme Leader/Assassin

With the dubious and odd title of “Jr. Ultimate Supreme Leader” and an enigmatic and stone-faced personality, almost nothing is known about this mysterious Jr. Ultimate, not even what their talent entails. What Myth and the majority of the media don’t know, is that Curious is that his title is actually the Jr. Ultimate Assassin and is current throneholder of a secret underground religious cult that is particularly known for brainwashing and teaching their children how to assassinate potential religious rivals. Luckily, Myth was fortunate enough to not cross paths frequently with Curious, for she would definitely try to adopt the preteen assassin with a messed-up upbringing, if she ever catches wind of the truth.

Outfit: A simple white robe with a green sash indicating leadership that hides their assassination weapons.

Anon Nerd, Former Ultimate Inventor

Being a mechanical genius born in a country that was ravished by a massive war, Nerd was quickly sent to work in manufacturing and inventing brand-new weapons for his nation’s army. This past has given him a hair-trigger temper and a hatred for being interrupted, when he is in the middle of inventing. And yet no matter how many scouter-burns she suffers in the process, she never remembers that little tidbit of information about, when she comes barging into Nerd’s lab with his dinner, much to the rage of the easily-enraged inventing prodigy. But beneath the foul mouth and even-fouler temper, could Nerd have fallen for Myth’s kind and earnest attitude, despite being very annoying?

Outfit: Black armor that covers everything apart from his head, and the scouter from his original design.

Eldritch Anon, Ultimate Pianist

Videos of a person garbed entirely in black and playing self-composed pieces have been springing up on the internet for the past year or so, and despite the mysterious person attempting to make absolutely sure that he wasn’t found, Hope‘s Peak found the true identity of the online piano prodigy: Eldritch Anon, a former piano champion, who has since retreated to the shadows in growing anxiety and fear. Whenever Eldritch thinks about anything he wants or needs, Myth would always be right behind him with his want or need in tow. Because of that, Eldritch now wears a tinfoil hat on his head at all times, to prevent Myth’s psychic powers from reaching him, to no avail. 

Outfit: A black marching band outfit with white music note buttons, over a grey hood-up hoodie patterned with black sheet music, white gloves, tall black boots.

Dream Anon, Ultimate Magician

With infectious childlike cheer and unstoppable charisma on stage, Dream’s magical performances are truly a sight to behold, whether you’re a child or an adult. Dream has recently employed Myth as her magical assistant, and Myth regularly roped Dream out of trouble, just in case her magical performances go awry. But at the same time, Dream also took on sort of a mentor role to the maid. While Myth has entertained several guests with some minor parlor tricks, Myth would love to learn all about how Dream accomplishes all of her large-scale and stupendous, and how Myth can learn them herself. If Myth learns from the best, she would be able to entertain way more guests.

Outfit: A black and pink top hat, a black coat and white gloves over a pink vest, an orange bow tie and a white dress shirt, a pink skirt, grey stockings, and black tap shoes.

Iris Anon, Jr. Ultimate Cosplayer

Having been a regular consumer of fiction ever since she was little, she picked up sewing and fashion design from her parents and eventually began making accurate-to-the-show cosplay items, ranging from simple accessories to full-blown outfits. Despite being really clumsy when it comes to everything else, Iris is amazing at handicrafts. Myth and Iris consider each other “sewing buddies”, for their shared interests in sewing outfits and other such handicrafts. Iris regularly lets Myth model her cosplay, for they are about the same height and have the same proportions. Iris would be lying if she said she hadn’t tried sticking cat ears or dragon horns on Myth when she wasn’t looking. 

Outfit: Hair down with a heart barrette on each side of her head, a pink jacket with sewing supplies in her pockets and on her sleeves over a seira fuku with a red ribbon and a blue skirt, black stockings and red Mary Janes.

Purple Anon, Ultimate Adventurer

As the daughter of two famous and affluent ambassadors, Purple has been to practically every corner of the globe. Because of her travels, Purple regularly talks in archaic terms mixed with the insertion of gratuitous foreign vocabulary into her sentences, which means that the majority of the Anons can‘t understand a word coming out of her mouth. Purple is also stunningly timid for the daughter of two ambassadors, and often hides behind Anons that are bigger than her for when she doesn’t want to be seen by the crowds. Even if Myth can’t understand much of what comes out of Purple’s mouth, Myth still loves seeing Purple slowly but surely come out of her shell and talk about her travels.

Outfit: The beret from her original design, a dark purple overcoat and brown gloves over the sweater from her original design, lighter purple pants, brown boots, a brown carrier bag.

This AU will center around the maid getting helped for once, much to her protests.

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PERSONALITY

Despite her less-than-stellar past, Maid!Myth has a cheery and energetic attitude that belies (and bolsters) her sheer aptitude as a maid and her joy is described as “infectious” amongst Wyre’s family. With definite “mom energy”, Maid!Myth always comes prepared with the wants and needs for each and everyone of the Kibo-Con attendees, and seems to have an almost telepathic ability to whatever they all want, which unnerves a couple of the Anons (namely Eldritch, Scar, and Purple). Even though she overworks herself to a fault and everyone constantly tells to take a break from her work, she constantly shoulders every burden and duty placed upon her, in hopes that they won’t abandon her, just like every other family before Wyre’s family. This gave her a case of “chronic hero syndrome”.

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APPEARANCE

Maid!Myth’s naturally brown hair is tied in a prim and proper bun, complete with a white and light pink French-maid style headdress. As for the rest of her clothing, Myth wears a white and light pink French Maid dress with the only exception to the “white and light pink style” being a ribbon around her waist with a pink-to-purple-blue gradient, purple socks and red Mary Janes.

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I hope you like this AU! Let me know what you think of the AU and its roles in your reblogs!

[softschofield]

a few of my personal headcanons for the backgrounds of the convoy lads ♡:

jondalar: he’s the middle child and the only son, with a younger and an elder sister. in india, his mother began in the slums doing any work she could - sewing and cleaning - and slowly worked her way up to be a lady’s maid to the wife of an english high-up; his father was a tutor at a university. they moved to england a few years before the war started and his parents continued to nurture any academic, musical, or artistic leanings of their children.

try as he might, and despite being friendly and kind, he faced the prejudice and cruel jibes of the other children, and any food or interests that he tried to share with them were met with wrinkled noses. as a result, he didn’t have many friends either. he handled it better than cooke, because he had books and imagination and a happy family life to fall back on, but it still hurt.

cooke: an only child from an unhappy home in london. he was always close to his mother, but his father was drunk and often physically violent. cooke tried to protect and defend his mother from the time he was a young boy, but all that usually earned him was a black eye and a worse beating for his mother. his father’s bullying and cruelty - about his effeminacy, his looks, his intelligence - resulted in low self-esteem, thin skin, and insecurities that he’s always trying to over-compensate for, but it also gave him a chaotic fighting spirit. he signed up as soon as he could to get away, but still worries about his mother every day and is plagued by guilt at having left her alone. she writes to him when she can and often sends him sweets. he keeps every one of her letters.

he always struggled to make friends as a child and spent much of his life lonely; he was often the victim of cruel childhood games where they would pretend to befriend him only to end up laughing in his face at how sweet and needy and hopeful he was, and because he never knew when to give up and always kept still trying to win them over, or, worse, didn’t understand that he was being made fun of, it went on and on well into his teenage years. he is unspeakably grateful to the friends he has now, and utterly devoted to them - though he’d never say.

rossi: the eldest of 7 siblings from a little rough, grey industrial village. his father died in a factory accident when he was 12, so he stepped up and helped his mother to raise his younger siblings. when he was 13, he dropped out of school to help support his family; he worked first on the floor of his father’s old factory, but after a falling out with the foreman, he took to doing odd jobs like gardening and repairs for his neighbours. he was often the one to cook dinners for the family, and he prepared school lunches for his siblings. 

in 1914, he moved out of home into a dingy little row-house on a drab, lifeless street, and took up work in a local quarry. but he still visited his family most days. he had a personality and a natural, effortless charisma that could have made him popular at school, or that at least could have let him lead a street gang - and many a child tried to befriend him. but he never had much interest and occupied his time instead with caring for his family. in 1917, four of his siblings are still children and he sends half of his pay home to his mother. 

[llothlette]

I'm writing this because, I got some news today, April 4, 2020. I want to write it all down so I don't lose this piece of who she was. I don't want this truth to become muddied when the shit really hits the fan. TW: angst, abuse, disease

Mattie Ruth Fletcher

Grandmothers are probably one of the most beloved creatures. They have all the qualities of a mother, though tempered and slowed with age. They seem to delight in watching their grandchildren grow and learn. They have lived and raised enough children to adulthood to forgive more readily and cuddle more often. They give and they teach and they spoil and they love.

But they are also weak and frail. They are the wrinkled, weary shrouds of the brave, stubborn, and determined women they used to be. Many people take refuge and comfort in the presence of their grandmothers but often, especially near the end, they are often abandoned in their hour of need.

My grandmother was born somewhere on a reservation of the Choctaw nation. Her mother gave birth to her out of wedlock during a time when such things would see the mother and child scorned as vehemently as a pile of dog shit. An unwed mother wasn't fit to hire for maid services or other wholesome "women's work". She was used goods and the best she could hope for was to find some desperate man to take her.

My great grandmother was a child of freed slaves, working as a sharecropper in the south. She was as dark as coal, petite, but still strong and beautiful enough to catch the eye of a fairly well off man who's Choctaw mother found herself in the bed of a white man. She had been terribly in love with my great grandfather but when my grandmother was born, he denied her. Even though she had his thick, silky hair as black as midnight. Even though she had his light tan skin, and gracefully sculpted cheekbones. Even though she was clearly his.

His family sent my great grandmother money and food but continued to deny his child's legitimacy. My grandmother suffered. Her family disgraced, ostracized, and bullied. She tried her best to make friends, but the other townsfolk kept their children away. Each day she tried harder. If she was the best reader, they'd be her friends. If she was the best at sewing, they'd see that she was really a GOOD girl. If she went to church, they'd know that she too was a child of God.

It wasn't enough. It was never enough. There was little respectable work for her mother to do and the money, food, and occasional dress her former lover sent out of pity was never enough to keep them both fed, so she rushed to marry.

She married an awful man. Where home had once been at least some sort of refuge, it became a nightmare for my grandmother. Her stepfather was abusive... in so many ways and she had the misfortune of being "exotic" and pretty. He wouldn't keep his hands off her. She attempted to reveal what he had done but, she was a child of an "unscrupulous woman". She HAD to have seduced him herself. The abuse from the rest of their small community and home led my grandmother to seek refuge with her father's family.

At first things were fine, or at least better. She performed the role of the perfect little stepdaughter admirably. She, did whatever was asked, in hopes that they'd love her. But it did not last. Her father's family still saw her as a stain and his wife loathed her entirely. Once the novelty of his lovely estranged child wore off and the verbal abuse from his wife became too much, my grandmother was forced to return home. She knew she couldn't stay and so....She fled into the arms of the first decent man she found, hoping to finally be loved.

But...as romantic as being married to a military partner is at first, the neurotic need for structure, the outbursts of PTSD, and the resulting abuse proved to once again to be too much. She felt trapped and unloved and afraid. And then one day, after a fight with her husband, she packed just a few things, left their child with his grandparents and walked down the road. She walked until she found someone... and hopped into my grandfather's car.

He was understandably confused. A beautiful woman, sobbing, and shaking had appeared in his life, asking that he just take her anywhere. So, he did. He took her up north with him to Wisconsin, where he intended to make a good living at the steel mills. She settled down with him, still technically married to her first husband, and became his wife. They weren't quite so good at keeping and updating records back then. So it was easy to just walk off and get married again.

Their life was good. For a while. She birthed him a strong baby boy and soon was pregnant with another child. The second child didn't make it. She slipped into what she called "a deep hole, like the devil got a hold of me and wouldn't turn me loose". She couldn't find her way out. Her husband did the only thing he knew to do with a woman who wouldn't cook, clean, and was only slightly responsive to their living baby. He beat her.

That quick, painful shock jarred her out of her head, her depression and fear. It reminded her of the days she spent trying to appeal to her abusers and bullies to avoid the sting of another beating or indignity. If she was good enough, they wouldn't hurt her. If she was good enough, they would believe her. She resumed her domestic duties. And her new husband was immediately sorry, for hurting her at least.

For a while things were good. She fell pregnant again and upon the birth of this child, They found him sickly. He wouldn't talk when it was time. He clung to her. Her husband took to drinking. That deep dark hole threatened to swallow her again, but this time her husband was proactive. He cursed her, belittled her, hit her, degraded her. Only, no matter how good she tried to be, he did not stop. It just continued. She thought to leave... But somehow she fell pregnant again.

This became their cyclical love language. My grandfather would be happy, tender and loving, my grandmother would fall pregnant, if the child lived, they would continue to be happy and in love until some other man noticed she existed. If the child died and slipped into depression, he beat her. If he had a bad day at work he belittled and criticized her. When it became too much she ran away.

When she returned, they were in love again... until she was too tired, fearful, and doubtful of herself to run anymore. When that happened it became an endless slog of misery and pitiful dependence on a man who showed love with beatings, harsh words and strategic sex to keep her pregnant and uncertain. In total, my grandmother had 7 live children that made it to adulthood, that I know of. But between each child there is 1 or 2 that were lost.

Throughout my childhood I saw my grandmother as a harried, but capable woman. She always was trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Her husband and children always said she was crazy and making things up for attention. Even when her speech became slurred and her gait unsteady. She was making it all up. She was an uneducated woman. We knew because grandfather said so. Everyone talked over her all the time. She could only be part of the conversation if she was agreeing with everyone else. The only "good" thing about her was that she "always loved granddaddy".

It was the strangest of days when I learned the truth of their relationship. During my childhood, her pitiful pining, her fear, the accusations of him cheating or trying to leave her, her flinching if he ever moved too fast, all seemed to fall in line with grandfather's statements that grandma was crazy. She was strange, mentally. She always exaggerated everything... But that day, something was different.

I have always been the sort to listen and try to figure out how to fix the problem. That's how we had learned that her colorful descriptions of "things crawling under her skin and snapping in her face" was a series strokes and muscle spasms. So on this day, when her movements were clumsy and slow and she seemed so, so weak, I listened.

It was after my grandfather had died and no one was left in the house but the two of us. She heaved with great body shaking sobs, feeling along the dining room table as she eased into a seat. I assumed she missed grandfather. I... was wrong. "I've been abused. I've been abused my whole life. By everyone. Even my own children. They look down on me, treat me like a stupid animal. There's so much I wanted to see and do and I never will!" She declared between sobs.

"Because granddaddy is gone? Grandma, you can still do things! I miss him too, but I know he'd want me to be happy. So I keep trying, you have to keep trying."

"That man.... He took so much away from me. I ran from home to stop people from hurting me. I ran to my first husband thinking life would be better... I ran to your granddaddy thinking he'd save me. I should have stayed where I was." She, the woman who had cradled me in her arms and soothed me when I scraped my knees as a child, was now cradling herself...But without comfort. "At least I knew what ugly thangs they had for me. At least they wouldn't be able to break me down like this! He kept me full of babies, even when we couldn't afford them. My children were hungry because he'd spend the money, drinking, to keep me scared and desperate. I got a job, thinking I'd make up the difference. He couldn't let me have that, he clowned at my job every day until they fired me. I gave up on everything. Everything... until he was all I had. That's what he wanted. And now he's dead!"

I stared in shock for a while and asked her questions...and in turn she told me her story. It was long, disturbing and left my heart crushed. I knew it wasn't a lie because of the bits I had heard growing up. Great stories of my grandfather's wit, perseverance, and strength, finally had the plotholes filled in. The dam had broken in this woman but there was no relief. As i pressed on with encouragement to help her travel she confessed something she hadn't told a soul yet.

"Ain't no point in traveling now. Baby my eyes are going. I can barely make out the color of your shirt, it's all a fog. I ain't said nothing cause nobody ever believes me."

I told one of my aunts. And later that year we learned that my grandmother had multiple sclerosis. She probably had it the whole time, but the lack of education and the abuse she suffered rendered it difficult for her to communicate what was happening.

After her husband's death, her health declined rapidly. Her memory failed her and her sight completely left. Her children argued over who would shoulder the "burden" she'd become. No one wanted her. She was always too much. Eventually she was placed in a nursing home, to the lament of her grandchildren. But, let's face it, we're all struggling to carve out something for ourselves. We don't have the resources or the right to command more for her.

I consoled myself with the fact that my grandmother had found some peace in her old age. Perhaps some love. But... today, I learned that she's been diagnosed with COVID-19. She's scared, alone, and trapped in the looping nightmare of her MS and PTSD addled mind, struggling to live. I feel that I have failed her utterly. I feel that her family has learned nothing from her struggle.

But, I have hope that one day soon, she'll be discharged and I can hug her tightly again and hopefully she'll know that she is loved by someone.

[themurphyzone]

Dooferella Ch 2

Summary: Heinz has to read to children at the local library as community service, but things go awry when Heinz uses a Fairy Tale-inator to spice up the story of Cinderella. Unfortunately, something malfunctions and Heinz is transported into a strange fairy tale world! Now Dooferella, he’s stuck with a long list of chores for his parents and goody two shoes brother until a summons from the kingdom’s headquarters arrives….

Ch 2: Make the Fire, Fix the Breakfast, Wash the Dishes, Do the Mopping

“A little clumsy today, are we?”

Heinz groaned, which quickly turned into a cough that made his entire chest ache. That smug, self-assured voice was the absolute last thing he wanted to hear.

“Shut up, Roger. I’ll ask for your opinion when I want it. Which is usually never,” Heinz muttered, folding his arms across his chest petulantly. “Besides, you’re terrible at keeping your fireplace clean. It’s like you let five years of dust build up in there.”

“I believe that would be your duty. My job is to play the gracious host for the social gathering tonight. And I require this manor to be nice and tidy for my esteemed guests. You know how much Mother can’t tolerate filthiness. Now, when you’ve finished with the fireplace, sweep the parlor and dust the bannisters. There are plenty of other areas you’ve neglected for the past few days, but focus on the parlor for now, Dooferella,” Roger continued.

He checked the time with an expensive golden pocket watch, which Heinz rolled his eyes at. Digital watches were a thing now. There was no need to be so pretentiously old-fashioned. While Roger always wore nice suits in public, it was just weird to see him in a fancy green dinner jacket when nobody else was around.

Heinz scowled. “You’re not the boss of me. And my name’s not Dooferella!”

But Roger only raised an annoyingly perfect eyebrow, as if he were just observing a persistent fly. “You spend far too much time tinkering with your silly machines,” he chided. “Your head can only take so much damage.”

Roger clasped his white-gloved hands behind his back and left the room, leaving Heinz alone with a dusty fireplace, broom, and a pile of rags.

“Joke’s on you, Roger!” Heinz called, not caring if Roger heard him or not. “Someday I’m gonna overthrow you and order you around like a lowly servant! See how you like it! And guess what? I can leave whenever I want thanks to…the Fairy Tale-inator!”

He opened the flap of his lab coat, but his fingers brushed against his black turtleneck instead, which was somewhat ragged from the rough winds that had battered him around earlier.

His lab coat was gone. And so was the Fairy Tale-inator.

“Right, I put the Fairy Tale-inator on the chair. Which is back in the library. On the other side of the portal. Curse you, lack of foresight!” Heinz shook his fist in the air out of habit. “And curse the portal too for stealing my lab coat!”

He’d just have to build another Fairy Tale-inator.

“This shouldn’t be too hard. I can build another Fairy Tale-inator and get out of here in half an hour tops!” Heinz exclaimed. “Then actually make it home in time for my scheme. I don’t want Perry the Platypus to turn one of my complaints on his occasional non-punctuality back on me.”

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Okay, so there was a flaw in his plan.

The Fairy Tale-inator was powered by a combination of batteries and spite.

While Heinz could easily provide the spite, there was a significant lack of batteries in the manor. Also, Roger’s not-so-humble abode seemed impractical to live in. Heinz got lost at least five times on the way to the kitchen, then broke an expensive Ming Dynasty vase when he tried to retrace his steps. He swept the broken pieces under a lush Persian rug and convinced himself that Roger probably had a ton of fancy vases and wouldn’t notice if he was down a fancy knickknack or two.

Heinz turned left on another long corridor, balling his fists when he came face to face with a painting of Roger playing kickball.

“Sure, he gets recognition for a sport nobody except Mother cares about, and I get nothing for cup stacking,” Heinz scowled. “There’s more practical applications for cup stacking than kickball. I can’t think of any right now, but I’m sure there’s something!”

As he walked down a flight of stairs, he smelled something delicious and rich, with just a hint of cinnamon and rosemary. His stomach rumbled.

“Alright, just a quick hunger detour,” Heinz conceded. “Then I’ll look for batteries. And possibly find a phone. Cause I don’t have my cell anymore. I’m cursing you a second time, portal!”

The kitchen was full of servants, each of them meticulously preparing various food dishes that Heinz didn’t recognize. He was pretty sure each dish would have some weird French name he’d never be able to pronounce.

Heinz reached for one of the pastries on a large platter, but something hard and flat smacked the back of his hand.

“That hurts!” Heinz protested, cradling his stinging hand against his body.

“Exactly why I did it,” the maid raised the spatula again. “If you hadn’t skipped lunch to work on another ridiculous doohickey, you would actually be focused on cleaning the parlor like Lord Roger ordered and not on causing trouble.”

“Lord Roger? What, being universally admired isn’t good enough for him anymore? Now he’s gotta be worshipped too?” Heinz complained.

The maid rolled her eyes. “I don’t like this job any more than you. I’m just the one who keeps everything organized so the other maids can have a place of employment and the socialites can flirt with the world’s handsomest bachelor at dinner parties.”

Given how the other maids were giggling over their handsome employer, Heinz was just glad he found the only other sane person in this stupid manor.

Besides, if Roger was so rich, he should at least give them better uniforms.

Like a lab coat, for instance.

“And no, none of us worship Lord Roger. It’s just a title. I can’t speak for the socialites though,” the maid shrugged. “Let me guess. You hit your head and need a brief refresher on stuff again.”

“Why does everyone think I hit my head?” Heinz scowled. “I’ve been concussion-free for the past month!”

The smell of the pastries was too delicious to resist, and Heinz reached for the platter again.

This time, the maid just sighed and rolled her eyes. “Fine. You can have two, on the condition that you clean the parlor afterwards. The dinner party starts at seven tonight, so make sure it’s done by then.”

Heinz snagged two pastries, which flaked in his hand as he bit down on them. He had to hand it to Roger. He definitely knew how to hire good cooks.

“I can do that,” Heinz agreed. “You got a phone? I gotta order some batteries for my Fairy Tale-inator because I couldn’t find any in this house. What’s up with that? Batteries are a lifesaver. It’s like you’re living in medieval Drusselstein! Though there really isn’t much of a difference between medieval and modern Drusselstein, since they’ve both never had the wonders of indoor plumbing. If I have time maybe I could rig up some Sweep-inator or Featherduster-inator up and have the parlor clean in a jiffy.”

“Okay, now you’re just making words up,” the maid sighed. “No idea what a phone is and I don’t really care.”

“You know, a phone! That thing you use to call people so you’re not an antisocial shut-in! It’s got a bunch of buttons with numbers?”

Heinz would’ve pulled out his own cell phone as a reference, but the jerk portal had stolen it too.

“Melanie, I’m almost done with the roast beef!” one of the maids shouted, grunting as she hefted a large pot onto the counter. “Leave the weirdo alone so you can make sure this can satisfy Lord Roger’s taste!”

“Alright, you’ve had your food,” Melanie snapped as she pushed him out of the kitchen. Heinz grabbed a muffin from a nearby counter, shoving it into his mouth before Melanie could force him to put it down. “Get to the parlor and let the rest of us work in peace.”

“Funny how your name is Melanie, cause Roger’s got a secretary with a name like yours. Though maybe it was Melody or Mariana in her case. I know it started with ‘M’,” Heinz said, his words somewhat garbled by the crumbs in his mouth.

Melanie shoved a broom into his hands and forcefully pointed upstairs, tapping the spatula against her thigh as if itching for an excuse to use it.

Heinz scurried back to the parlor, not wanting to be on the receiving end of Melanie’s spatula for a second time.

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Half an hour later, Heinz developed a burning hatred for mahogany. The mantle was mahogany. The upholstery was mahogany. The bannisters were mahogany.

Everything seemed to be made of the luxurious, expensive wood.

Heinz sneezed as he wiped a thin layer of dust off a couch leg. “This isn’t gonna be good for my allergies,” he muttered. “Not to mention, Roger totally lied. I don’t know why he was saying this place was neglected. Looks fine to me. But I guess that’s the nice thing about being the boss. Make your underlings perform menial tasks. When I’m ruler of the Tri-State Area, I’m going to make Roger dust the inator room. Which is going to be huge. Probably gonna need another wing on City Hall for that.”

The repetitive work of dusting, polishing, and waxing the wood wouldn’t be as bad with the appropriate soundtrack. But since he couldn’t get cell service in this place to contact the Danville Chorus Girl Union, he’d just have to provide his own music.

Good thing he knew the Love Handel Reunion Album with Special Thanks to the Flynn-Fletcher Family by heart. The title was a bit long, but hey, it was the best album they put out since Albuquerque ’83.

He mopped the floor to the tune of You Snuck Your Way Right Into My Heart, making a mental note to hire the band for another musical number within a flashback. They did a good job with it the first time around, not even complaining about the copyright infringement.

Just as he finished the second verse, heavy footsteps thundered on the staircase, accompanied by loud barking.

Heinz knew that cold, unfeeling stomp, even if he hadn’t heard it since his teenage years.

He fumbled with the mop handle he’d been using as a microphone, his knuckles turning chalk-white from his tight grip. He could almost pretend that the mop handle would prevent his heart from leaping out of his throat.

Heinz was aware that he was just moving the mop in small, repetitive circles and not getting any actual cleaning done, but the motion prevented him from looking at the staircase.

It was bad enough that he was stuck as Roger’s servant, and now his father had to be here too.

This would definitely set him back on the whole ‘make my family respect me’ thing.

A small nose poked around the corner of a fancy cabinet, and a small mouse crawled away from its hiding spot, stopping occasionally to scent the air.

Then a dog growled, which sent the entire pack into a chorus of excited barking. The mouse scampered back to the cabinet.

For a brief moment, Heinz heard the scrabble of paws on the freshly mopped tile, then a white blur slammed into the bucket, splashing soap and water all over the floor and couch. The rest of the dogs gathered around the cabinet, sniffing around the empty space between the wood and floor and barking at the mouse as if that would somehow lure it out of hiding.

The entire pack of dogs were large, white spitzenhounds that looked exactly like Only Son.

“Whoa, how many games of Poke the Goozim with a Stick did you have to play to get all those dogs?” Heinz asked before he could stop himself.

“HALT!” Father roared.

Heinz stiffened, the mop falling to the floor with an echoing clatter. The dogs whined and curled their tails between their legs, slinking back to Father with their heads down. While the command didn’t seem directed at him, he still instinctively snapped upright into a militaristic stance, unable to control his body’s reaction from that primal fear of harsh punishment.

Father’s hair and beard were white from advanced age, but it didn’t relieve Heinz’s fear of his wrath. Father jabbed a bony finger into Heinz’s chest.

Heinz didn’t make eye contact. It would only make him angrier.

“Get rid of him, Dooferella,” Father pointed to the soaking wet dog that had knocked over the bucket. The wet dog nosed Father’s hand, but that only earned him a harsh slap to the nose.

The rest of the dogs gathered around Father as he marched out of the room, leaving a trail of muddy bootprints behind him.

“Disappointment,” Father sneered, the word echoing off the high walls. Roger’s manor had some really good acoustics.

Heinz wasn’t sure if the word was being directed at him or the dog.

A mess of muddy footprints, soap, and grimy water stained the parlor, erasing all of Heinz’s progress. The couch cushions were discolored, and the water and mud mixed to create an unsightly brown puddle.

So this is what Cinderella must’ve felt like.

It wasn’t a good feeling either.

[7deadlycinderellas]

The Starks at War, ch2

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Catelyn had been a girl still, at the outbreak of the Great War. In her youthful naivete, she had believed the propaganda; that the war would be brief and the boys she knew would come home in glory.

Her vision had been shattered.

Her engagement to Brandon Stark had been a terribly childish decision in retrospect, the last act of tradition, the union of two great families before the walls came down.

When he had died, she had felt that her world would end. Ned had held her when he could, and when the war ended they had fallen in love amidst their shared grief. Lyanna’s death had dealt another blow to Ned, unexpectedly. Lyanna had somehow managed to thrive during the war instead of being crushed by it, and in the end, her work managed to crush her anyway.

Yet here Catelyn is, hanging blackout curtains and watching as her children leave Winterfell one by one.

Sansa had been the first, seemingly both terrified and impatient to leave. Ned and Cat had half considered pulling her out of school, but everything was already prepared, her fees paid, and her school was in Kent, far from London.

Robb was eighteen in June. He joins up immediately, taking a spot in the RAF before he could be conscripted.

When Ned raises an eyebrow at his choice of service, Robb grins softly and says,

“I get seasick.”

Jon joins him soon after. Theon has joined the regular British army, haunted by his father’s words about choice of military service.

Catelyn had looked at Ned when all three of them left, with a sinking feeling in her stomach.

“They wouldn’t...not again?”

“No,” Ned insists firmly, “Everyone remembers exactly what happened then”.

When the Great War had started, all the men who could had enlisted. The army had often posted men who were from the same villages and towns together, in hopes that their already created camaraderie would make the transition easier.

It had resulted in some villages losing every single one of their young men. The idea of losing even one of her sons, even Theon, who had already left, even Jon, who she was sometimes embarrassed of, made Cat want to weep. She was so grateful for Bran’s condition, and Rickon’s age, even if thinking so made her feel a traitor.

Ned had left almost immediately afterwards to return to London. He says the government will likely want him to turn production towards the war effort, and he wants to get on top of it, especially once most of his work force disappears. He doesn’t tell anyone that watching Robb and Jon and Theon all walk down the road together broke his heart.

Bran and Arya stare after them with jealousy. They’re both supposed to be doing their schoolwork, but it’s hard to focus on maths and history when history feels like it’s happening around them.

Arya has her own responsibilities though. At the end of the month, petrol is rationed. She rides her bike to the shops every few days, to buy and carry home whatever they need. They have to cook and keep up the house mostly themselves now. The cook and the older maid have both left to return north to their families, and Beth looks like she wants to leave every day. Old Nan moves back in with her sister down the road by the church, though she still comes by to help out with Rickon

At the end of September, Arya gets another unwanted surprise.

“You’re joining up too?” She demands.

“I’m eighteen next month,” Gendry tells her, “And if I don’t join now, I’ll get drafted and might not get a choice where I end up. The Navy says they need mechanics. All the planes and tanks and everything now.”

Arya bites her lip.

“I know, it’s just. It feels like everyone’s leaving. Father’s in London again now, and Robb and Jon and now you too. It feels like everyone’s leaving and I’ll be stuck at home cleaning and knitting socks and listening to the wireless and trying not to pace and panic.”

Gendry sighs a bit.

“You’re fourteen now right?”

Arya nods.

“Keep your eyes open. With all the men enlisting, they’ll need women to do everything we would be, they did during the last war. They’ll be opening up the services to women more soon I’d bet too. But let’s hope it doesn’t go on long enough for you to be able to enlist.”

Suddenly, he starts to look a bit shy.

“Could you…”

Arya furrows her eyebrows. Shy isn’t a look she’s ever seen on Gendry, and she’s fighting the urge to make fun of him.

“Well, soldiers are supposed to have people to write to and write to them.”

That’s what this is all about?

“Soldiers are supposed to have sweethearts write to them.”

“I don’t have one of those,” he takes a long pause, “Or parents or siblings. Or that many friends really. I know you already have your brothers to keep in touch with, but could you write to me?”

Arya feels her face flush. Her stomach is twisting with a feeling she doesn’t understand.

“Sure, sure I will.”

She turns away back home and tries to forget how lonely he looked.

Beth can handle most of the cooking now, as long as it’s nothing fancy. That leads to Arya having to help with most of the cleaning. There’s less of it now, now that there’s two fewer people in the house, but Catelyn insists that they don’t close anything up.

“We may need it soon,” she says cryptically.

Because Catelyn is a lady with a capital L, and if there’s one thing a lady is good at, it’s saving face and keeping together with other ladies.

And the ladies of the country are organizing.

Children flood the countryside, from London mostly but also Cambridge and Bristol and a few even from Leeds and Manchester. Everyone’s terrified of air strikes, but no one seems sure of where will be hit. The children are large and small, dirty and clean. Siblings together grasp hands, and lone ones wrap their overcoats on tightly. They all have cardboard signs hung around their necks.

They stick them wherever they can fit. Nearly everyone in the village takes at least one. The Reeds take in a rather fat young man who had worked in a bakery in London and had screamed when he first saw a frog. Jyana Reed had said that the house was already beginning to feel empty, with her husband having rejoined up with the service, despite his age. Winterfell even hosts three; a small girl not yet speaking much, whom Arya calls Weasel, and a young woman from the East End with a newborn baby.

“I’m calling him little Sam,” the mum says, “After a man I knew.” Her name is Gilly, and she looks to Cat like she’s never had a proper meal before.

The news is almost strangely quiet. Hitler keeps trying to do things, and occasionally a ship sinks, but for a country at war, it feels rather calm.

And every once in a while the air raid sirens blare.

The pamphlets sent out with the black out directions also give safety instructions during an air raid. Everyone keeps their gas masks handy. They’ve all been drills and false alarms so far, but the raids take a special toll on Bran.

“It’s bad enough having to be carried down into the cellar every time, but what if one happens when I’m alone? I can probably drag myself down the steps- slowly- but I’ll be stuck having to hope that someone comes by and finds me. If I get down into the cellar before the bombs hit anyway.”

“At least your cellar has a proper staircase. Ours is just a ladder.” Meera tells him. She’s got a suitcase with her and has come to return something to Arya. She’s just turned eighteen, and is joining the women’s Navy. They’re so close to Portsmouth, but she’s being sent all the way to Liverpool to train.

She’s come by to say goodbye.

“I wanted to dodge Arya. I’ll write to her, but I don’t want to give her another face leaving to stick in her mind.”

“If you’d worn your uniform, you might have scared her off. I’m not sure militarism would suit her. “

“I haven’t been issued my uniform yet. Everything is being requisitioned. All the clothing factories are making service uniforms now.”

“Aren’t you...scared?” Bran had asked her when she had first told them.

“All the posters and things keep saying Wrens are “Never at Sea”, but I’m not sure I buy it. They’re throwing everything at the Germans. I’m not sure how long it will even be.”

She tries to smile, but can’t quite, and tries to lighten the mood.

“Besides, I can swim. Swim and row, so basic training might be easier on me.”

Her face goes serious again. Meera not being able to smile feels like something deeply troubling to Bran.

“Can you take care of Jojen for me? With Dad gone too...Mum will have enough to worry about without having to worry so much about him too. Make sure he takes his medicine. Make sure he remembers what’s going on when it doesn’t work and he seizes anyway. “

“I can try, “ Bran says honestly.

Jojen’s been bringing over his charts and books, and the two of them are trying to teach themselves morse code.

“I wanted to get licensed to do amateur radio broadcasting before this all started,” Jojen admits, “But the government shut down all the bands. It’s too bad, it could be dead useful.”

No one remaining at Winterfell gets much from the outside world, except through letters.

Ned writes that London has transformed. So many businesses have closed up, and houses lie empty, abandoned. He says he will return to Winterfell as soon as he can.

Sansa says that nearly half of her classmates didn’t return to school.

 It means classes are all super small now, which is sort of nice. I finished up senior-level French last year, so I’m doing more in independent study. The teacher says she doesn’t know why, I’m already top of the class. English is much the same as it’s always been. Only one of the history teachers returned, so we’re all stuffed in one class.

    Headmistress says that because of the war, they’re offering several extracurricular courses for girls who wish to support the war. I’m taking typing and first aid. I do miss my dancing lessons- the dancing master has joined up- but some of us girls still practice in the common rooms in the evenings.

Margaery got into some trouble when she decided to start a German club. She’s nearly as fluent in it as she is in French- it sounds so much lovelier coming from her than from me!- and she insists that it could prove useful for all of us if the war continues.

 All the blackout rules are terrifying though. The dormitories are such a big building, and seeing it in total darkness is like a whole different world. And the sirens. I fear I will hear them in my dreams.

She doesn’t tell them about the girl who was outside past curfew when the sirens went off. She’d returned to campus hours after, her head bloodied, having been struck in the dark by a carriage before pulling herself to the side of the road and cowering in a ditch until the all-clear blew. Headmistress had sent her home with nary a word to the others. Sansa still didn’t know how badly she’d been hurt.

Catelyn sighs again at Sansa’s letter. Typing and first aid. Sansa should have been spending her days imagining her debut into society, of meeting someone she could marry, of being a true lady as she was born for. She’d so hoped her starry eyed dreamer of a daughter could be spared the horrors that this conflict was going to bring. She could just see Sansa going into nursing with her huge heart and no idea the sorts of things she would see.

First Aid though. That sparks Catelyn’s mind, for her more wayward daughter. She reaches out to Mya, who was the daughter of a groom who had once worked for the Starks, but knew her daughter in an entire different role.

And a week into November, Arya does something she hasn’t done in over a year. She puts on her Girl Guides uniform, and goes into the village for a meeting. Her former patrol that had dwindled last she had been there, now was swollen to bursting with evacuees from the cities.

 I’m old enough to be a Ranger now she says when she writes to Gendry, Though my uniform isn’t right for it. It’s no matter now, no one’s getting any new ones. I used to go a lot, I loved the camping trips and cook outs. I even learned to use a knife there. But Mother always fretted about me spending all my time around the village girls, told me I was destined for a different life, and when I got older all the girls started wanting to do needlework badges and stuff about babies and so I bailed.

     This week we went around painting the sidewalk curbs white, so people can see them better in the blackouts. Next week we’re helping dig public shelters and starting our first aid training. I still think the songs are stupid though.

Most of Gendry’s letters have been him whingeing about basic training. Arya’s not sure to what end- he’s not going to get much in the way of sympathy from her, and she’s more than capable of whingeing right back. Besides, she thought, he should be used to terrible food and spartan living conditions, having basically had to care for himself since his mother’s passing when he was twelve. Perhaps he shares her opposition to being told what to do, she thinks, and wants someone to agree with him.

Robb and Jon also send letters, more once they both finish basic. They’ve both passed qualifications and are assigned to become fighters. This horrifies Catelyn and excites Arya and Bran.

Robb’s letters are more of what’s expected. Complaints about the food, the lack of privacy. Arya snickers at that, it can’t be as bad as boarding school can it? How much he misses everyone. That hurts.

Jon repeats all of Robb’s sentiments, but also speaks of his pilot’s training.

 Story is they picked Robb and I because we went to a “good school”. Apparently having ridden horses or handled yachts is a good base for learning to fly. I didn’t really do much of any of that, but the instructor’s say I’m a natural. The steering, handling the g-forces, it comes easily to me. I feel like this is what I should be doing.

He doesn’t give too many elaborate loving descriptions of the planes they practice on, for fear of making Bran too jealous. He does send drawings though, as amateurish as they are. Bran tries to improve upon the crude sketches on his own, planning to send them back to Jon as a Christmas gift.

Because 1939 is coming to an end, and Christmas is coming with it, no matter what else is happening.

Ned returns home in December, once the snow is falling heavily and the countryside is as cold as it gets. He brings with him several boxes, that he claims they can’t open until the 25th. He returns to hugs and great cheer, at last, a Stark returning to Winterfell in time for Christmas.

Especially since he’s the only one.

“Last letter,” Arya says, morose when the envelope in Sansa’s pretty script arrived accompanying a large parcel.

It had been awful enough learning that Robb and Jon weren’t going to be coming home. No one was getting leave this year, no matter how little seemed to be going on.

 No one can get train tickets to go home, the government has cracked down on it so much. Some of the other girls come from as far away as Scotland. A few of us as staying with Margaery’s family for Christmas, they have so much room and are just over the hill. I miss everyone, I hope you all like your presents.

She resists the urge to gush about Highgarden, the most grand estate she had ever seen. The Tyrell’s were hosting several girls from the Land Army, and there were so many people and so much cheer that Sansa felt like an ingrate how much fun she was having.

Arya was still a bit sour when Christmas Eve comes. They couldn’t put lights on the Christmas tree even, because of the blackout rules. None of the shops in the village had window displays either. The church still held their Christmas Eve service, but they didn’t ring the bells.

The person who gives Arya back her spirit ends up being of all people, Gilly.

“I’ve never really had a proper Christmas!” She admits when they’re stuffing the Christmas goose to put it in the oven overnight. Jyana has come by for Christmas Eve with Jojen and the boy they've taken in, who it turns out has lots of Opinions about food. They will have a proper feast, if not as grand as in previous years, where they were usually entertaining guests, but there’s a goose and potatoes and lots of baked biscuits, even if they came after very long lines.

“What do you mean by that?” Arya asks her.

“We were terribly poor, never had a tree or nothing. The rain and snow would leak in through the roof bad in winter. And most Christmases Papa would just extra drunk and we girls would hurt for it.”

Catelyn comes over and cuts her off.

“You shouldn’t ask things like that Arya,” she whispers to her, “That girl’s had a hard enough life, without you drudging up memories of it.”

Arya can do that. She’s old enough to realize that she shouldn’t ask where little Sam’s father is.

And when Christmas morning comes Gilly claps her hands at the Christmas tree and the red and gold decorations on the tables and staircases, and even little Sam looks delighted no matter his size. Even Weasel, usually so stoic, looked dazzled.

There are gifts. Sansa knitted and sewed things in class to send to everyone. The pullover she’s made Arya is terribly soft and goes along perfectly with the enormous wooly hat Gilly had made her. Ned and Catelyn give all the younger Stark’s books, even Weasel and Gilly. Bran and Arya had collaborated with the Reed’s boy who had come to be nicknamed “Hot Pie” to make everyone fudge. And the boxes Ned had brought from London turned out to be new clothes, sizes that would fit everyone for some time.

“I remember the last war,” Catelyn comments later in the day when the others are full of Christmas dinner, enjoying their gifts and listening to the BBC’s Christmas programme.

“Buttons, ribbon, wool. Everything was in short supply,” Ned says completing her words. “And if Bran and Arya sprout up like Robb and Sansa did at their age, we would be in trouble.”

Cat stares out the snowy window.

“Tell me this won’t last as long as the last one Ned, “ she begs quietly, “Tell me this might not be our last Christmas together.”

Ned takes her in his arms and stares out the window into the world outside Winterfell and tries not to fear what the next year might bring.

[riddleredcoats]

Hey @ionlydrinkonline sorry something weird happened with your ask. It got deleted and then when I tried to find it I couldn't and then posting this took several tries because Tumblr mobile sucks! But anyways, thanks for the ask and I will be doing Delphi/Victoire cause theyee adorable

General:

Rate the Ship -  

Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got Pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last?

Depends really. Delphie can be an asshole or Victoire's fam will interfere and it will last months; but if they can get over Delphie's assholeness and if Delphie can control her temper around the Weasleys everything will be just fine.

How quickly did/will they fall in love?

LMAO. So, Delphie is very much her parents child and as soon as she saw Victoire she was like, 'I I want her.' and then spent months obcessecing over her, like Voldemort and Bellatrix, respectively. Victoire took a little longer, but after Delphie started making her move it took her days to be hooked.

How was their first kiss?

Victoire was the one who made the move cause Delphie is a dumbass. So Delphie had a 25 step plan of seduction and damn it she was gonna see it through. Victoire tired of dropping hints for Delphie to kiss decided to just plant one on her. Delphie was both dazed (because it was awesome if a little awkward because of the suddenness) and angry cause, damn it she had a plan!

Wedding:

Who proposed?

Delphie for sure. After spending some time talking with Andromeda about her mother, Delphie decided that she didn't want a undefined thing like her mother and father had. So she bought the ring.

Who is the best man/men?

Teddy Lupin is a good boy and a good cousin who is very happy for his ex-gf and his new weird cousin. He's best man to Delphie.

Who is the braid’s maid(s)?

Victoire's sister and some girls from Hogwarts.

Who did the most planning?

Andromeda and Molly. Fleur is very happy for her daughter and she likes Delphie just fine but she doesn't have the patience to plan a wedding, besides, Molly insisted. Molly doesn't like Delphie very much, mostly cause the girl does resemble her mother a lot and because of the mild guilt she has over Bellatrix death because it left a child orphaned. Andromeda will never forget that her sister murdered her daughter, however, she will also never forget that Bellatrix had loved her immensely when they were young, so she decided to be better than Bella and help her child.

Who stressed the most?

Victoire was as cool as a cucumber. Delphie on the other hand, was a wreck. She kept thinking about how her parents relationship appeared dysfunctional (loveless) to the casual observer which was what she was. Then - somehow- Draco to the rescue. He brought Delphie some of Bellatrix journals (and an apology) in which she talked about love, loyalty and commitment. Delphie relaxed a bit, she was as much as her mothers daughter as she was her father's. She would love Victoire to the best of herself until the day she died

How fancy was the ceremony? - 

Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Delphie is Rich af. A Lestrange, aRiddle, a Gaunt, and a Black? She can pay for 20,000 extravagant weddings and still have money left to pay for 20,000 more.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding?

Narcissa. Delphie can handle anybody but the woman who was supposed to raise her and protect her but then sold her to the Rowls? Nope. Draco and Scorpius are invited tho.

Sex:

Who is on top?

Technically they switch, but it's Victoire.

Who is the one to instigate things?

Delphie is horny on main 24/7

How healthy is their sex life?

Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once a couple weeks, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they?

Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last?

Depends 1h if they are too tired or don't have time, or all night long.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms?

Victoire is a giving top and Delphie doesn't like owing anything to anybody...

How rough are they in bed? - 

Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do?

No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Delphie is a touched starved lesbian, yall. And Victoire is happy to indulge.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally?

2 boys, both named after stars: Altair and Leo

How many children will they adopt?

A little girl from a family that abused her. Her name was Isabella or Bella for short.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers?

Delphie, who always wanted a family tries to be as involved as she can with the children.

Who is the stricter parent?

Victoire. The kids have Delphie wrapped around their fingers.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school?

Victoire. Delphie - as the chaos causing Black - is laughing in the background and high-fiving the kids.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Victoire, because Delphie is a airhead sometimes.

Who is the more loved parent?

Delphie, because Victoire always makes sure to let the kids now how much Delphie loves them.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings?

Delphie, who just sits there and laughs in the professors face as he calls her kids 'brilliant but a menance'.

Who cried the most at graduation?

Definitely, Delphie.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law?

LMAO, Delphie.

Cooking: 

Who does the most cooking?

Delphie once almost brought the house down while boiling water... So, Victoire.

Who is the most picky in their food choice?

Victoire, but since she cooks...

Who does the grocery shopping?

Delphie.

How often do they bake desserts?

Rarely, but Delphie picks some on the way home often.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater?

Meat.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner?

Delphie, with take out.

Who is more likely to suggest going out?

Delphie, so Victoire can catch a break.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidently while cooking?

Delphie.

Chores: 

Who cleans the room?

Delphie, who is a control freak.

Who is really against chores?

Victoire.

Who cleans up after the pets?

They have snakes... So, Delphie.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug?

Victoire.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over?

Victoire, cause she knows she dusted everything wrong.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning?

Despite cleaning it only once in a blue moon, Victoire is the one that finds the treasures...

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths

Victoire. The kids (and Delphie) are exhausting.

Who takes the dog out for a walk?

...They have snakes, who don't need walking? But Delphie still does it...

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays?

Delphie never had much of a childhood, so they do it every chance they get.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon?

Delphie is a night owl.

Who plays the most pranks?

Victoire, she's a Weasley after all

[aramis-dagaz-imaginarium]

A loud metallic clanking echoed throughout the ship, the second time Farrin heard in as many hours.  The first time was when the pirates had boarded her aether liner, but she had no idea who was responsible this time around.  Judging by the reaction on the pirates keeping her and the rest of the passengers hostage in the ship’s lounge, they had no idea either.

A blur of motion from the lounge’s hatch and a soft tink on the ground caught her senses, and she immediately realized what was about to happen.  She turned away from the hatch, squeezing her eyes tightly shut and pressing her hands to her ears.

BLAM!

Though it was only an explosion of light and noise, Farrin could feel the blast of sound hit her like a punch to her back, leaving her feeling a little disoriented.  She was still in much better shape than the rest of the pirates and hostages, who were reeling from the sudden assault on their senses, and saw three figures—Firarsians, judging by their tails—rush into the room.

They were all dressed in dark uniforms and wore masks resembling dragon skulls with red pinpoints of light in their black eyes.  The first one in wielded a sword and swiftly rushed the closest pirate, cutting him down before he even knew what was going on.  The second had much longer hair and carried a caster pistol in one hand, pausing only to level it at the pirate near the opposite wall and fire off two quick shots.  The third was different from the other two, being a few inches shorter and wearing a short hooded cape.  They carried no weapons, but the speed with which they downed a pirate with their fists told Farrin that they didn’t need any.

Her assessment of the situation was interrupted when pirate next to her, apparently not as fazed as his fellows, hauled her to her feet and held her in front of him, intent on using her as a shield.  Farrin reacted instantly, jabbing her elbow into his abdomen and following up by slamming the back of her head into his face.  She was about to throw her captor to the ground when she saw the shortest of the three reach out, grab at the air, and then yank back hard.  Suddenly Farrin felt herself…falling.  Not towards the ground, but towards the masked assailant.

“Glade!  Catch!” they cried out, stepping aside to let Farrin fly past and deliver a powerful strike against the pirate also hurtling towards them.  The masked warrior with the sword caught her with their free arm, slowing her velocity and directing her towards the long-haired pistoleer.

“Tyll, over to you!” they called as they let go.  The pistoleer caught her easily, arresting her movement by letting her fall into a dip, as though they were dancing and not in the middle of vicious battle against aether pirates.  The brow of their mask raised in surprise as they took note of her elven features.

“Pardon me, ma’am,” they said, looking up to fire off a couple of shots before setting her down gently on the floor.  “Please stay down, this should be over soon.”

A quick look confirmed that the masked fighters did indeed have the upper hand and were about to subdue the few remaining pirates, who had recovered enough to put up a panicked resistance.  Farrin caught movement out of the corner of her eye and turned to see two more pirates rush out of one of the state rooms they had been looting towards the unprotected backs of the unarmed fighter and the swordsman.

Farrin pointed at the farthest pirate and shouted an arcane phrase.  Three bolts of magical energy shot out from her finger and streaked towards him, slamming into his side with enough force to knock him off his feet.  She then scooped up a blade from one of the fallen pirates and leapt into a run towards the remaining attacker, trying not to get her legs tangled in the dress of her servant’s uniform.  She brought up her weapon just in time to block the pirate’s slash at the swordsman’s back.  With practiced ease, she swung her blade around her opponent’s and struck him in the head with the sharpened false edge, drawing blood and causing him to stagger back reflexively.  By this point, the masked swordsman realized what was going on and spun around, plunging the tip of their sword into the pirate and letting him slide off to the ground.  The swordsman glanced over at her, their animated skull mask grinning as they gave her a quick salute with their sword.

There was a few heartbeats as stillness descended on the room, broken only by the groans and cries of the still partially blinded and deafened hostages.  “This room is clear!” the unarmed fighter called out in a somewhat high-pitched and nasally voice.  “To the bridge!”

As quickly as they entered, the three masked warriors filed out.  The pistoleer paused at the door to look at Farrin, who was still holding the sword she liberated.  “Ma’am, if you could please watch over them and keep them calm?  Thank you,” he said and then closed the hatch shut.

Farrin glanced around at the ruined lounge, now full of dead and dying pirates and bewildered and horrified but otherwise unharmed passengers.  What a mess…

What a mess.  Keras reached her hands under her mask and rubbed wearily at her face.  Captain Azumvig of the soon to be defunct Strick Skull Gang was proving to be most difficult in explaining himself, and he seemed to have hired a mage to secure his ship’s data node since the last time she crossed paths with him.  It will take days to decrypt it, and no doubt whomever is pulling his strings will notice his absence.  She can only hope that the good captain was just his usual contrarian self and not on the orders of someone else, in which case they were undoubtedly playing right into their hands.

She groaned in frustration.  She hated being so paranoid, but it kept them alive this long, so she wasn’t about to stop heeding its counsel.

“Hey Ker—I mean, Archon,” she heard Byssina say from the bridge’s hatch, “one of the passengers wishes to speak with you.”

Keras groaned again.  “No doubt to threaten to sue me for not saving them the moment the pirates attacked or because their finest suit got a bit rumpled,” she muttered.  She took a few calming breaths, straightened her mask, and adjusted her position in the captain’s chair into what she hoped was an imperious pose.  As much as she appreciated the simple menace of a chair made from thick, tarnished plates of metal with large, spiked rivets, the fact remained that Captain Azumvig was much taller than her and thus made her short stature appear all the smaller.  Her feet didn’t even reach the floor, though having the bound and gagged form of Captain Azumvig act as a makeshift footstool more than made up for that.  Having your foes literally beneath your feet helped others take you seriously.

“Send them in,” Keras stated in as imperious a tone as she could muster.

Byssina escorted an elven woman dressed in a servant’s uniform onto the bridge.  The elf stopped a respectful distance away and bowed with practiced grace.

“Ah, the elven woman from the lounge,” Tyllium said from Keras’s left.  “I was hoping we would be able to see you again.”

“Indeed,” Keras commented and turned her attention back to her supplicant.  “Now then, who are you and what do you want of me?”

“My name is Farrin, Archon,” she replied in a professional tone.  “I wish to offer you my services as thanks for rescuing me.”

The bridge was silent for a moment save for the noisy ventilation fans.  Keras hadn’t expected anyone to really thank her for rescuing them from pirates, let alone asking to join her crew.  “Well,” she started, but struggled to find further words for a few heartbeats.  “What special skills do you have to offer?”

“I can offer many services as a domestic servant and personal valet,” Farrin answered easily, no doubt reciting a well-rehearsed speech.  “I can cook, clean, manage other household employees, and care for children of any age, though I will admit that tutoring is not my strong suit.”

“All that in addition to being skilled with both sword and spell,” Glade said.

“A maid and spellsword,” Keras remarked, “a rather unusual combination of skills.”

Glade laughed.  “Like you have any room to talk,” she teased.

Keras couldn’t help rolling her eyes.  “Quiet, Archon talking,” she muttered, though she had to admit she had a point.

“It is true, Archon,” Farrin continued.  “I was a mercenary and adventurer for a little over 30 years, but then the market dried up and I sought employment in other fields.”

“Really now?  30 years is a respectable career length for a merc.”  Keras rubbed her chin thoughtfully.  “Of course, this does raise the question why you want to work for us.  And don’t give me that ‘repayment for the rescue’ shtick, most serons would have second thoughts about joining up with a group that looks like us.  What are your real reasons?”

“Quite simple, Archon,” Farrin replied.  “First, you attacked only the pirates and went out of your way to prevent civilian casualties.  Even if rescuing us was not your objective, it shows that you have a some kind of moral code.  Second, you did not even bother to ask for a reward or even attempt to rob the passengers in turn, further demonstrating that you are honorable.  Third, the way you four treat each other shows that you are not a mere group of thugs in a coercive hierarchy.”  A smirk appeared on her face.  “If I may be so honest, Archon, after working as an adventurer and then a domestic servant for as long as I have, I’ve learned how to read people, and I’ve worked for far more unpleasant serons than a bunch of pirate hunters wearing masks, many of whom are otherwise considered ‘respectable’.  Besides, I haven’t been paid yet for this voyage and feel no compunction jumping ship for a group who seem like they would be more interesting or pleasant to work for.”

“No doubt eager to see some proper action after so long, I’ll wager,” Glade said.

“I believe that goes without saying,” Farrin replied.

“Well, I’m sold.”

“As am I,” Tyllium added.

“She has my vote, too,” Byssina concurred.

Keras glanced at her compatriots, then back at Farrin.  Finally, she sighed, feeling too tired to argue.  “Okay, welcome aboard,” she said.  “Of course, should you betray us, blah blah blah, we’ll kill you and so on.  Just because we’re honorable doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to deal with you accordingly.”

“Understood, Archon, and thank you,” Farrin said, bowing again.

“And enough with the bowing and subservient crap, you’re starting to make me feel uncomfortable.”

Farrin grinned.  “Suits me just fine, boss.”

Keras waved her away.  “Byss, help her get her things.  I want to detach from this rust bucket as soon as possible.”

“Right away, Archon!” Byssina said and saluted cheerfully.  As the two of them left the bridge, Byssina leaned over to Farrin.  “What size breastplate do you wear, by chance?”

“I prefer brigandine, myself.  Much more my style,” Farrin replied.

Even from beneath her mask, Byssina’s expression visibly lit up.  “Oh, we’re going to get along splendidly.”

Keras sighed and rubbed her eyes underneath her mask.  “So much for our fearsome reputation,” she muttered.  She stood up, using the prone form of her prisoner as a stepping stool and eliciting a pained groan.

“Now then, Captain Azumvig,” she said, “just what kind of poetic fate shall we inflict upon you?”

((Farrin belongs to @extremely-nervess​, who generously let me include the spellsword elf maid in this drabble.  Hope I did the character justice.))

[singingvio]

Chapter Two of my Haunted Castle AU!

(This is basically just the histories of the victims. So it’s a lot shorter than the prologue, but all the chapters will be shorter than the prologue, so yeah. Also it ends with some Vio/Shadow and Crazy-Grin Shadow. Also Vio gained a nickname Shadow uses all the time. it’s important to the story.)

chapter one!

Green smiled, at least his new friend would maybe be able to help. “Um, I want to know everything about the people murdered here as possible.” Vaati grinned even wider.

“So, all four of them? Or just one?”

“All of them.”

“All right, Green, get ready for about an hour-long history lesson.” Vaati said, pulling multiple papers and books out of backpack, which Green now is sure that it’s magical. “Which one do you want to know about first?” Green thought for a moment.

“The advisor, I guess.” he didn’t mention that the advisor, Vio, was the first he saw in the castle. Vaati laughed.

“Cool, that one’s my favorite! But I don’t know a lot about him, no one does, really.” he said. Vaati took out a photograph of Vio and Shadow, but they weren’t wearing the same outfits from Green’s dream/vision/crazy person thing. Vio wore a plain long-sleeve purple shirt and white pants, not the purple robe-thing. Shadow wore pretty much the same thing, but the eye that was red was yellow, and his hair was plain black.

“This is Vio Oshitsu, the royal advisor, in the castle courtyard with his friend, a half-demon named Shadow Lorule.” Vaati said. Green frowned.

“Why does Shadow look different than in that picture up there?”

“Easy. One: he’s a shapeshifter. Two: this was apparently taken early in the morning, and it was common knowledge that Shadow can’t keep a single appearance when it’s early.” Green nodded. “Vio was the youngest royal advisor in history, and known to be one of the smartest people in Hyrule at only sixteen. He rarely left the castle, but when he did, it was either with Shadow or his twin brother, Blue. he was really secretive in general, and the only one he was known to share secrets and such with was Shadow.”

“Why Shadow? Why not Blue?”

“I think it was because Blue and Vio didn’t get along as children, and Vio and Shadow met when they were really little and Shadow saved him from something, and they trust each other more than Vio trusts Blue.”

“Oh, okay. Anything else about Vio?”

“He was well-liked by pretty much everyone that met him, and was really quiet, spending most of his time in the castle library. No one knows why he was murdered, or why anyone wanted to murder him at all. Lots of people expected Shadow as the murderer, because he was half-demon and went everywhere with Vio, and even if he hadn’t killed him, he should have seen the murderer.”

“Was he the murderer?”

“No, he was killed a week later, right after Vio’s funeral.”

Green sat back in his chair. “That’s… messed up.”

“Yeah. No one known who the murderer, or murderers, was. Want me to keep going?”

“Sure. Tell me about Shadow.” Vaati grinned.

“There’s a LOT about Shadow, but a lot of it is rumours that he probably spread himself. Where do you want me to start, because there isn’t a lot of info about him that isn’t maybe a rumour other than his family history, which is confusing.”

“Start with the family history and the maybe-rumours that are more… realistic?”

“All right, let’s do this. Shadow Lorule was born in a kingdom neighboring his one named Lorule, and he was raised in a royal household. He wasn’t part of the royal family that much, though. His father was a demon and died shortly after his birth while his mother was the sister of he king but worked as a servant in the castle, not wanting any royal stuff because she thought it would give her a huge ego like it did her brother, and so Shadow lived a poor but also somehow fancy life with his mom. When he turned ten, he discovered his shapeshifting powers and the fact that he learned from his father’s sister that the form he had currently was not his true form. His true form is what you see in the picture, except pitch black. So eventually, since the townspeople got scared of him because he was a demon kid, he ran away, and his mother understood and was fine with it.”

“Huh.”

“And then the mom died. So then Shadow, full of grief and somehow thinking his mother’s death was his fault, which it wasn’t, made it to Hyrule Castle, where the twins, Vio and Blue, found him half-dead from starvation, since it took him a full month to get there, and people kept throwing rocks at him because demon. So they nursed him back to health, but mostly Vio because he had more free time than Blue, and the three became friends, and Shadow lived in the castle with them. One day, some monster or mean jerk tried to kill Vio for some reason and Shadow just kind of went berserk, severely injuring the person but then regretting it, and yeah, he  saved Vio’s life.”

“Wow. that’s kind of sad.”

“I know. Took me forever to find the whole story that wasn’t over-exaggerated by some idiot who thought that Shadow killed his mom or terrorized the townspeople for fun.”

“Any facts about his role and such, like why someone would want to murder him?”

“The main reason someone might want to kill Shadow would be that he was half-demon, but that’s just kind of racist and also Hylians were pretty accepting back then. Also, Shadow was surprisingly really nice to everyone, despite him pranking people a lot. The kids loved him, too, and he played a lot of games with his powers, mostly shapeshifting. One was just walking around the castle in a different form to see who would recognize him first. I don’t think anyone would have wanted to kill him unless they really hate demons, which is pretty untrue in Hyrule. Lorulians just collectively hate demons, though.”

“Huh.”

“Actually, there were three people that hated Shadow to the depths of their being by a lot of accounts from the second murder case. The first was actually suspected for Vio’s murder, too, and Blue’s. The second was from Lorule and also, hated Shadow and all demons, and also claimed that Shadow was just plain mean as a younger child, which was a complete lie. The third just didn’t like anyone that was constantly being mean to Shadow and Vio for some… dumb… reason… that he never tells anyone the reason for, by historical accounts. There’s also a weird rumour that I think actually might be true.”

“What was it?”

“It was that Shadow and Vio were dating, but I’m pretty sure that was told by Blue, who just loves spreading gossip almost as much as Shadow, especially about Vio because they don’t get along a lot, and I guess it’s a twin thing.”

“I could actually believe that, I haven’t seen any picture or anything in the castle with Vio or Shadow that didn’t have the other nearby.”

“Yeah. Wanna do Blue next? There’s not a lot about him, either, but that’s mostly because he didn’t trust strangers.”

“Sure.”

“Okay, also, you’ve heard a lot from my Vio and Shadow lists. Twin of Vio, best friend of Vio and Shadow, son of the captain of the guard, one of the best knights despite being so young, et-cetera, et-cetera. He was known for losing his temper a lot, and when he wanted revenge or held a grudge, it was really obvious. He was also really easy to calm down before going on a rampage, usually by Vio or Red, one of the servants in the castle.”

“Nice.”

“Yeah. he was also known to charge right into battle without orders, and somehow never getting an injury worse than a broken bone. Also, he was really stubborn and hated sitting still. Being bedridden because of his own stupidity in battle drove him slightly crazy. He loved keeping things clean and neat, too, and did more work than the butlers and maids did cleaning things, mostly because he didn’t let them do some work. He was also loved by kids, like Shadow, but because he loved to play with them, either rough games like play wrestling or something like dress-up with a little girl.”

“Wow. he seems to have a lot of mood swings.”

“Yeah. he was also really close to Red, more than Shadow and Vio. Red’s used to babysit Blue’s little sister, Sky, a lot.” Vaati showed Green a picture of the knight, Blue, wearing a navy hooded cloak with water designs on the edges over a dark blue outfit, an arm slung around Red, who Green realized was a lot shorter by about five inches. Red was wearing all red, the bottom of his red cloak similar to Blue’s with a flame design on the ends. Holding Blue’s other hand was a little girl with platinum blond hair like Vio’s and sky blue eyes with tan skin. She was wearing a puffy yellow dress with blue and white swirls, blue bows in her hair.

“They’re all dressed up.” Green commented.

“Yeah, I think it was at the queen’s birthday party? I don’t really know, some kind of party.” Vaati replied. “One left, Red Sage.”

“Okay, how much information?”

“A lot, none of them rumours except for, like, two, but I’ll just hit you with the basics because Red tended to overshare a lot of things about himself. First, he was the grandson of Arcy, the castle cook, and spended a lot of time in the kitchens. He loved sewing and anything to do with fire. He lit his hair on fire more than once, but not on purpose. He once participated in some type of talent show. He did fire poi, some type of dancing with, of course, fire. He won second place, too. He also loved to sing, and would do so all the time. There was a special lullaby he used to sing ky to sleep, and one or both of the twins if they couldn’t sleep,either. Mostly Vio, who had pretty bad insomnia, but also Blue, who had nightmares a lot. His personality, described by the prince, princess, and Sky after he died, was ‘sunshine in human form.’”

“Is that it?”

“Unless you want to sit here for another hour with me telling you all the stupid rumours about Shadow and everything about red, yeah.”

Green and Vaati leaned back in their chairs,noe exhausted from the fact overload. “So, why did you need all that, again?”

“You’re gonna think I’m crazy.”

“Try me, I’ve heard some really weird things researching this castle that you don’t want to know about.”

“Okay, here goes.” Green stared at the floor. “I’ve been seeing ghost-like scenes of these kids, Red, Blue, Vio, and Shadow, just hanging out and having fun. I was really creeped out. The first was in this library, at that table over there…”

Neither of them noticed a pair of mismatched glowing eyes looking at them from behind the bookshelf.

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A wispy, translucent figure floated from behind the bookshelf. From the waist up, he looked as he did when he was alive. He had messy purple hair, black horns sticking out of his head. His teeth were like a wolf’s, sharp and pure white. He had tan skin and mismatched eyes, one blue and the left a blood red. He had clawed hands with sharp black nails, the left holding on to the bookshelf, the right holding the hand of another ghost. The demon-like ghost had on a long-sleeve white shirt with a black short-sleeve over it.

He was frowning at the two strange boys by the fireplace, talking to each other with wide eyes. He turned to the boy whose hand he was holding, who was gesturing at the living boys.

“See? I told you so!” the boy whispered. He had platinum blond hair, two long strands on the sides of his face trailing down to where his body faded into a wispy purple tail and the rest cut short. Purple earrings hung from his pointed ears. He had pale skin and purple eyes that looked like a cat’s. He wore a light purple long-sleeve shirt and sleeveless purple robes over it. The demon ghost removed his left hand from the shelf and waved it.

“Yeah, yeah, you were right. We’ve got visitors that we don’t really want. You got me. What should we do, Vio, you’re the smart one.”

“They need to leave, Shadow, they’re unwanted here, this is our castle that we share with Blue and Red.”

A maniac grin spread on Shadow’s face.

“Well, then, let’s get to it, dear Violet.”

“... don’t call me that.” Shadow laughed.

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[mythgirlimagines]

Anon KG Characters with NDRV3 Talents

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MYTH: Former SHSL Detective

One of the six chaperones of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate and Wyre’s childhood friend. Having grown up a massive fan of mystery shows, novels and video games, her ability to connect the dots to find the true culprit is unparalleled. Originally doing lost pet and infidelity cases, she has eventually risen to tackle on murders. But one mystery that she wasn’t able to solve for years is the whereabouts of her childhood friend Wyre ever since she got lost in the forest when she was 10, until she attended Hope’s Peak to find out that her friend has become an Ultimate herself.

Clothes: A purple fedora, a purple jacket over a white button-up shirt and a pink necktie, a purple tarten skirt, white knee-high socks and brown slip ons.

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WYRE: Former SHSL Supreme Leader

One of the six chaperones of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate and Myth’s childhood friend. One day, when Wyre was 10, she’s gotten lost in the forest on a dare. But luckily for her, she was found by a bunch of lost kids who have also gotten lost in the spooky woods and over the years, she lead them with a firm, yet soft, hand and even recruited more lost children into her pack, making Wyre their official leader. Eventually, she was tranquilized by talent scouts and hauled over to to Hope’s Peak, where she reunited with Myth, once and for all.

Clothes: A moose skull on her head, green war paint on her cheeks, a leopard print tube top, brown fingerless gloves, a camo-printed cape, a bone belt, tattered brown shorts and brown sandals.

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SCAR: SHSL Magician

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Ever since she was a child, she fancied herself as a Supreme High Demon Lord. She’s managed to wow crowds all over the world with her flashy illusions, her supremely convincing sleight-of-hand tricks and her overdramatic Chuunibyou personality that bleeds into her performances. Even at Hope’s Peak, she works hard to keep up her Demon Lord facade, but unfortunately for her, most of her classmates can see right through that facade, because deep down, she’s a just massive softie that cares too much about them.

Clothes: A black and red hooded cape that covers her hair and mouth, a purple and black lolita dress, black gloves, black stockings and red heels.

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FUSION: SHSL Artist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Filling up sketchbook after sketchbook with his doodles as a kid, his mind is a treasure trove of golden ideas that are transcribed into equally stellar art. Eventually, his drawings and paintings became so good, that they could easily be mistaken for photos, and his painted sculptures could be mistaken for real people at first glance. During his time at Hope Peak’s, you can regularly find him wandering around the schoolhouse looking for inspiration for his next masterpiece. 

Clothes: A brown and yellow artist smock with art supplies stuffed in the pockets over an oversized blue turtleneck with paint on the end of the sleeves, brown oversized pants and dark brown loafers. You can usually find him pulling art supplies out of his afro.

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FUSION II: SHSL Neo Akido Master

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Sick and tired of her sassy and rebellious attitude, Fusion II’s parents sent her to a martial arts dojo, hoping it would teach her to be more disciplined and obedient. But unfortunately for them, while her Aikido prowess most definitely increased, her sassiness and rebellious attitude are still fully intact. In fact, Neo Aikido, a more violet and upfront version of Aikido, was invented by Fusion II for the sole purpose of spiting her parents, by making a martial art that’s the complete opposite of disciplined and obedient.

Clothes: A kimono with a blue top and a long frilly skirt with a white to blue gradient, white socks and tall geta sandals, for that extra kick.

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JANON: SHSL Child Caregiver/Assassin

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. When Janon was growing up, kids, despite their tsundere protests, all flock to them. So eventually, they got used to it and know exactly what tactics can tranquilize those little rugrats, which is how Janon became the SHSL Child Caregiver. But what their classmates don’t know, is that Janon has a real talent that matches more closely to their true nature; an assassin who mainly specializes in distant and indirect methods of murder, such as poisoning and sniping.

Clothes: The same clothes they normally wear, with their underclothes being their assassin clothes.

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SPARKLE: Former SHSL Inventor

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. As an ever-creative youngster, her head was just buzzing with ideas and she was just yearning to get these spectucular contraptions out into the real world. When her breakthrough invention, the levitating phone case, hit the markets, they were stripped off the shelves in less than one business day. She has an inventive, creative and hardworking mindset, matched only by her bombastic, loud and flashy personality that admittedly makes for a good advertising ploy for her gadgets.

Clothes: Golden goggles, a black and white striped t-shirt, brown overalls with a sparkly purple tool belt, matching brown gloves, sparkly purple rocket boots, and her signature sparkly purple cape.

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EGG: Former SHSL Adventurer

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. A outgoing and boisterous, if cursed at the worst times, person, globetrotting and socializing gives Egg a rush that can’t be topped by any other activity. In fact, traveling is the only thing that Egg and Wet Sock both like, considering they otherwise contrast each other in every other way possible. But the one major thing that Egg likes about traveling is the wildlife; from jungles to tundras, from forests to the sea, they are a treasure trove of both nature knowledge and cursed comments.

Clothes: A green Hawaiian shirt with yellow flower designs, red ruby earrings and the same pants and shoes from their regular design.

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WET SOCK: Former SHSL Anthropologist

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. The antithesis of their twin, but equally as cursed and passionate about traveling, Wet Sock is prickly, aggressive and knife-obscessed, which as it turns out, if you choose to hang out with them, is simply a facade. Being ostracized in favor of their more friendly, if less intelligent, twin, Wet Sock grew bitter and resentful for other people, pursuing anthropology in hopes of finding out if there’s anything beautiful about people. But deep, deep down, underneath their black hoodie, all they want is a friend.

Clothes: The same clothes from their original design, except with a black oni mask and black gloves.

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CURIOUS: SJHSL Butler/Maid/Servant

One of the two SJHSL students participating in the SHSL Internship Program. Being raised and adopted by a royal family, they were taught everything about being prim, proper, poised and most importantly, obedient. Eventually, they’ve gotten every single possible servant duty mastered; from cooking to cleaning to even entertaining the royal family’s guests, nothing is out of reach for this miniature, yet overly reliable servant. Thier prim and proper behavior even extends to how they behave at Hope’s Peak, always willing to do what they can to help their classmates.

Clothes: A black and white tuxedo with a green tie and white gloves.

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NERD: Former SHSL Robot

One of the six chaperones for Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. “Project N-32-D” or as christened by their classmates, “NERD”, is the most advanced project ever crafted by famed roboticist, Professor P. Dexter. N-32-D is designed by P. Dexter with advanced humanesque AI and many useful functions hid snugly in his chassis. Not wanted his major project to get manipulated and toyed by humans, P. Dexter equipped N-32-D with an aggressive personality, a foul mouth and several weapons packed into his functions.

Clothes: The robot design from Nerd’s Picrew.

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ELDRITCH: SHSL Entomologist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Inherently distrusting and paranoid around humans, Eldritch has turned to interacting with animals as a substitute for socializing with people, or more specifically, insects. Finding solace with the equally skittish critters, what propelled him into SHSL status was discovering a new species of insect that was believed to have long gone extinct. Despite his protests to the contrary, talent scouts were all too eager to drag him to Hope’s Peak for his contributions to entomology.

Clothes: The same camo hoodie from his original design, but with nature themed badges, a black t-shirt with an green insect design on the front, and bandages covering his fingers and legs.

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DREAM: SHSL Tennis Pro

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. With her sunny and energetic personality, an athletic talent fits her to a T (for tennis) and tennis is most definitely not an acception. Her positive and energetic personality and fast, yet accurate movements, managed to breath light into an otherwise uninteresting, yet under-appreciated sport, and catapult her into SHSL status. Her bright, cheery and sunny personality has attracted her a massive following both inside and outside Hope’s Peak.

Clothes; The came clothes from the original, except with Ryoma’s hat design on her shirt, and a pink and grey striped headband.

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IRIS: SJHSL Astronaut

One of the two SJHSL students participating in the SHSL Internship Program. A determined and optimistic little girl, she’s managed to pass her NASA exams with flying colors and land an internship at a NASA space base. Hoping that one day she will reach for the stars, she’s been training her mind and body for years in order to handle the hideous, yet mysterious, vacuum of space. But her ever-positive attitude just knows that her astronomical intelligence combined with her molten core of determination would make her a perfect astronaut.

Clothes: A dark blue jacket with the NASA logo on the front with a matching dark blue skirt, black stocking, and thigh high black boots with stars on the front. 

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FANCY: SHSL Cosplayer

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. With the ability to pull off both male and female characters in costume form, Fancy is able to cosplay as a myriad of fictional characters from video games and animations from around the world. Ever since they started to cosplay as “Charles” the main villain from the anime “Intergalactic Gentleman”, they’ve managed to cosplay as at least one character from every series in the book. What really pushes these cosplays above and beyond just regular cosplays, is that they are all handcrafted and sewn by Fancy themselves.

Clothes: The same clothes from their original design, except with a black and white cape, circuit patterns around the suit. gloves, top hat and cape, and a red scouter.

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PURPLE: SHSL Pianist

One of the attendants of Hope’s Peak’s annual field trip to Kibo-Con Ultimate. Ever since her performance of Mozart’s “Eine Kliene” at her first ever concert at 7 years old, Purple has been hailed as a musical prodigy from a young age. But while her piano playing has gained her a barrage of fans, her timorous and emotionally fragile nature off the stage and away from a piano means that the attention was more of a curse than a blessing for her. If you do managed to get some words out of her, you’ll find her words and voice are as harmonious as her piano playing.

Clothes: The same clothes except with music note pins in her beret instead of a feather, and a purple and black skirt with a sheet music pattern.

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So, how’s my grand finale? I may have put more emphasis on the backstory in a couple of them. I hope that’s okay with you. If you want me to write more Anon KG Talentswaps, just let me know!

-Fusion Anon

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Great! I do have a request from Wyre to please not write her in skirts, since she’s not a fan of skirts

[thehelpfilm]

A Critical Film Review of “The Help”

         An entertaining and somewhat light-hearted take on the harsh realities of racism in 1960’s Mississippi, “The Help” is a deeply moving, poignant, and hopeful story about how courage and working together can create change. It serves as a reminder of how compassion, strength, empathy, and honesty have helped in making the world a less horrific place to live in.

         The film is based on Kathryn Stockett’s bestselling novel “The Help” which tells the story of African American maids working in white households in Jackson, Mississippi, during the early 1960s.

Synopsis

Eugenia "Skeeter" Phelan (played by Emma Stone) a young white woman who is an aspiring journalist starts by writing for a cleaning advice column “Miss Myrna” –– having no idea about how to clean, Skeeter enlists Aibileen (played by Viola Davis) to help her. Due to these series of events, they form a strong bond that later inspires Skeeter to write a book on the perspective of “The Help” –– that exposes the racism they are faced with as they work for white families.

Not only is this task illegal, it goes against all of her friends, her family, and her boyfriend as they all live quite happily with segregation in society. As time goes on, more maids get involved and have a great deal to say about their lives raising white children and serving their mothers.

Awards and Acclaim

Touchstone Pictures released The Help worldwide, with a general theatrical release in North America on August 10, 2011. The film was a critical and commercial success, receiving positive reviews and grossing $216 million in worldwide box office. The Help received four Academy Award nominations including Best Picture, Best Actress for Davis, and Best Supporting Actress for both Chastain and Spencer, with the latter winning the award. The film also won the Screen Actors Guild Award for Outstanding Performance by a Cast in a Motion Picture.

The Directing and Filming

The film is a historical period drama set in Mississippi. The setting looked realistic and it looks as if the movie was straight out from the 1960s. The costumes, the hair, even the television and other background props really encapsulated the time period. It was visually stunning. The transitions were on point. It was an immersive experience that really took you to the 60’s and I can’t see any flaws when it comes to the filming of the scenes.

Each frame meant something. Every scene was necessary in telling the story. An example would be the scene wherein Skeeter and Constantine, her family maid who happened to just disappear, were having a conversation about the school dance and how no boy has asked her yet. They were talking beneath a huge willow tree.

In this scene, Constantine and Skeeter feel safe under the shade. It shows how they are free to have a conversation there because they are hidden under the tree and no one else could judge them. This scene also shows how Constantine was more of like a mother to her than her actual mother which is a common theme in this movie.

The maids seem to know far more than the mothers of the white children they take care of. They motivated the kids and made them feel important.

The Characters

“You is Kind, You is Smart, You is Important” a significant line in the film said by Nanny Aibileen Clack. She says this to Moe Mobley, the child of Elizabeth, her boss. The character is seen to be taking care of the child even better than her actual mother.

The white women are seen as snarky and oppressive to their maids, but not all of them. Some have good stories and treat them well like in the case of Celia Foote –– who has never once hired a maid before. Minny becomes her maid and helps her in cleaning and cooking for Celia’s husband Johnny.

Celia is seen as an outcast because she comes from a trailer park community. People who come from that and suddenly get into the suburban lifestyle because they married a guy whose lifestyle is white, rich, elite often get shunned because they are seen as “white trash”.

This is seen when the ladies pretend to hide and turn off the music when Celia knocks at their door carrying a pie that Minny made.

I especially enjoyed the dynamic between Minny and Celia. It was sweet and serious at times. It showed that not all white people are bad, some were allies and good hearted people just like Skeeter and Celia.

The acting was believable and convincing. None of the characters seemed flat to me, everyone had character development, some stayed the same like Hilly Holbrook but as an antagonist, she did her job of being hated and despised.

Skeeter’s mom was another character I thoroughly enjoyed. Her journey throughout the film really made a good character story arc. At first we find out she has cancer and she wants Skeeter to get married and find a husband quick. Forcing her to go on dates and getting excited when Stuart came looking for Skeeter.

But she ignores Skeeter whenever she asks about what happened to their maid Constantine. She’s unsupportive of what Skeeter is writing about at first, turn off the television when the black servants and Skeeter were watching national news about the Civil Rights movement telling her to not inspire them or give them any ideas.

She has a change of heart in the end and reveals what happened to Constantine and ultimately becomes a supportive mother even defending Skeeter from Hilly who barges in their house threatening to ruin Skeeter’s life.

I enjoyed the strong female characters and the dynamic between all of them. The dialogue was also very well-written and humorous despite the fact that they are talking about racism, they still have some good comedy in there.

The Historical Context and Message Behind the Film

The stories that the Black maids told Skeeter for her novel revealed that the Jackson society at that time was very racist. The maids were unappreciated by their white employers as well as disrespected in the manner in which they were treated. The wages that they were paid were deplorable when compared to the work that was assigned to them. They were the ones that raised their white employers’ children without the input of the parents. This was despite the fact that the Blacks were considered dirty, lazy, disease–ridden and having less intelligence that the average white person.

Unfortunately, the film falls short of a credible presentation, as the reality of the situation is not tackled with any degree of seriousness. One of the most jarring elements is the absence of any reference to the mass struggles that shattered the Jim Crow structure –– which was the the name of the racial caste system which operated primarily. Jim Crow was more than a series of rigid anti-black laws. It was a way of life.

There were several area within the movie that describe how life was really like in Jackson was like.

There is a scene in the movie where Aibileen was in the bathroom, built specifically for her because Hilly says that black people are disease-ridden and should have separate bathrooms. In several scenes of the movie, the mothers tell their child to not go to those “dirty” bathrooms used by maids or else they will get sick.

The segregation of bathrooms was so real that in the first scenes of the movie we see Hilly putting pencil marks on the toilet paper in the bathroom to make sure that Minny wasn’t using her toilet.

The maids travel on buses that are for black people only or are at the back of a bus with the white people at the front.

This is similar to the situation back then where everything was separated. Similar to an apartheid in South Africa. Wherein, blacks could not attend the same schools and churches as the white people.

“They killed him” –– Aibileen tells the story of how her son died and explained that the white bosses loaded him up in the back of a pickup after being ran over. They dropped him off in front of the colored hospital, honked the horn, and drove away.

Also, a scene where Yule Mae gets arrested in a violent way and the white folks just watch and act as if nothing happened.

The movie shows some issues of discrimination and segregation but in my opinion it was a bit sugarcoated. Sure it can teach people about how life was like back then for African American but it does not show how bad it really was. It was violent, abusive, oppressive and frankly it was not funny. It could have done more but truth be told, the message was there and it did a great job of portraying it even if it was kind of stereotypical and whitewashed.

Whitewashing in a sense that Skeeter is seen as the hero and the brave one. Well she was brave but is it really appropriate that we are applauding this courageous, fictional white gIrl?

Truth be told it is fiction and it is meant to entertain but millions of people saw this film and might believe this to be real and an accurate representation of who were the real heroes of those times. It was a combination of black people who fought for their rights alongside white allies.

It’s not a perfect film, of course one movie cannot represent the vile actualities of the racism experienced by Black people during that time. In fact, this movie could have done more but chose to play it safe. Given the theme of the movie which is Racism during the 60’s, it’s a heavy topic that carries a lot of historical weight around it.

It could have been a more hard-hitting drama that would have made viewers bawl their eyes out after the film but like I said, it is a heavy topic to deal with. The writers and directors chose to make it light-hearted and easy to take in. It is told in an accessible and pleasurable way that almost anyone of all ages can watch and enjoy the film.

Do I recommend everyone to watch it? Yes. Do I think people should just stop at this film and use it as their basis for historical context on racism in the 60s? No.

Did I enjoy it? Yes, very much so.

[aliapohno]

character information { kaguya mori } { balmung&mateus }

The Basics

NAME: Kaguya Mori NICKNAME/ALIAS: n/a AGE: 30 RACE: Au Ra (Raen)/Miqo’te (Keeper) mix GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Bisexual MARITAL STATUS: Single SERVER: Balmung & Mateus

Physical Appearance

HAIR: Long, jet black hair; the longest falls just to the top of her butt, the strands of hair that she wears over her shoulders fall to the curve of her breasts, and she had full bangs that fall below her eyebrows. She pulls back some of her hair into a looped bun.

( HER MATEUS-VERSE has short, wave black hair that falls to her shoulder.)

EYES: A piercing ice blue that always seem to carry a playful calm to them.

HEIGHT: 5 fulm 7 ilms

BUILD: Tall and slender, Kaguya surpasses the normal height of Auri women; she has little muscle definition, a rather ample bosom, and curves for days.

DISTINGUISHING MARKS: Her scales - and her horns - are opalescent in appearance, a rare trait that runs in her family. Because of her half-breed heritage, Kaguya has a pair of fluffy, black with red tipped Miqo’te ears. She also has sharper than normal canines; her tail is long, has scales on it, but also has fur -- akin to that of a Chinese or Japanese dragon’s tail.

COMMON ACCESSORIES: A curious looking necklace that she’s always had since she was a child.

Brief History

= Found in the middle of one of Hingashi’s many wooded areas at the age of 5 by slavers

= Sold off to a Hingan merchant, alongside a few others

Was raised and trained on how to cook, clean, and sow

When she turned 10, the merchant fell into heavy debt and she, along with the rest of the staff, were let go

= Was taken in by a friend of the merchant’s, who found Kaguya’s appearance exotic and interesting.

The man’s wife was unable to conceive children, so she raised the little girl as her own.

Taught her how to read, write, sing, dance, and play various instruments (koto, piano, shamisen)

The man’s wife passed away when Kaguya was 16, and he sold her off to another merchant.

= Her third owner - who wanted her to call him master - abused his servants - mentally, physically, and verbally.

He only kept her around because of her heritage, and would verbally degrade her for being a half-breed.

She didn’t take any of his shit, and fought back against him the next four years of her life.

= At 20, she was dragged across the ocean and to Limsa Lominsa, where she was sold off to a brothel because the man was tired of her attitude and thought that she could be broken in better in an environment like that.

= Is currently 30, and is still working at the brothel down by the docks.

Personal

PROFESSION: Former slave; sold to a brothel in Limsa HOBBIES: Dancing, making tea, reading about & studying magics, collecting little trinkets & stuffed animals, sewing LANGUAGE(S): Common, Hingan/Doman  || she has a light Hingan accent RESIDENCE: Limsa Lominsa BIRTHPLACE: The Far East ( she assumes ) NAMEDAY: 12th Sun of the 3rd Astral Moon { 5/12 } PATRON DEITY: The Kami { Eorzean standard: Azeyma, the Warden } FEARS: Being told she’s not worth anything, never finding “freedom”, spiders, being alone

Relationships

SPOUSE: None CHILDREN: None PARENTS: Unknown SIBLINGS: Unknown OTHER RELATIVES: Unknown PETS: Momo (Red Panda)

Traits

extroverted / introverted / in between disorganized / organized / in between close minded / open-minded / in between calm / anxious / in between disagreeable / agreeable / in between cautious / reckless / in between patient / impatient / in between outspoken / reserved / in between leader / follower / in between empathetic / unempathetic / in between optimistic / pessimistic / in between traditional / modern / in between hard-working / lazy / in between cultured / un-cultured / in between loyal / disloyal / in between faithful / unfaithful / in between

Additional Information

SMOKING HABIT: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. DRUGS: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess. ALCOHOL: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP Hooks

The Far East - Kaguya was (presumably) born in over in Hingashi. from what her first “Owner”/”Master” told her - when she was just a child - she had been sold off by her parents to slavers; thus is the reason why she has little memory of them and her home village.

Former Owner/Master - Kaguya was roughly 5 years old when she was first sold off by slavers to her first owner; she has spent the years - up until she was 20 - as a maid for her owners/masters. She’s gone through a handful so...

Customers - Her previous owner had grown bored of her, took her with him on business over seas, and basically sold her to a brothel in LImsa. Because of her unique looks - an Au Ra with Miqo’te features - Kaguya wound up relatively popular there.

Limsa Lominsa - It’s where she currently lives and resides, leaving the brothel on occasion to wander around Limsa and the surrounding areas.

OOC & What I Am {and Not } Looking For

LOOKING FOR:

Friends || She gets lonely, easily, and likes to spend her free time with people she feels she can trust and be friends with. She’s outgoing, and loves meeting people!

Former Owners || Since she was sold as a slave, I would be more than happy to play with someone who was her former owner/master. The Master/Slave dynamic is fun, especially when there’s varying degrees of such.

Customers || She a ho Men or women are more than welcome, since Kaguya doesn’t discriminate against gender. This also includes trans characters.

Plot || Considering she is, more or less, stuck in Limsa unless a customer pays to take her elsewhere in the world, there’s very little I can do plotwise with her. However, she wants to be free from her cage, and not spend the rest of her life chained down. She wants to learn about the past she doesn’t remember, about herself, and I want to flesh out her entire story since I have it all thought up in my head. { spoiler: HER NECKLACE PLAYS AN IMPORTANT ROLE IN EVERYTHING. }

Future/Possible Love Interests || While I’m don’t do the whole... pre-establishing a romantic relationship thing, especially so given Kaguya’s feelings about herself and relationships - I am always, always up for playing out the slow burn process of seeing how well characters mesh together. IF YOU ARE INTERESTED IN SHIPPING WITH HER please let me know and we can totally see what happens!

NOT LOOKING FOR

ERP/Smut - I’m not interest in writing out the actual details of any sexual encounters Kaguya may find herself in. Also, I’m not interested in it being pointless or without plot; she might be a courtesan, but she isn’t there solely to get someone’s rocks off. I prefer Fade To Black, and writing the aftermath.

[Permanent] Character Death || I have no plans on killing her - or any of my other characters - off permanently so this isn’t on the table, sorry.

OOC

My availability is open at the moment, given I am out of work and looking for a job.

I prefer to roleplay via Discord (message me for it), as I can focus on replies there, but I am not opposed to in-game rp. It’s just a personal preference.

When it comes to roleplay, I have a habit of writing long responses, and go the para-rp route; however, I can adapt to any play style, and match my RP partner relatively easily. I’m just a tl;dr person by nature I’m so sorry.

I’ll write just about anything as long as it isn’t the aforementioned erp/smut, or anything that deals with my characters death; I also won’t write extreme gore, or vore. But I will more than welcome dark themes in roleplay.

Please note that I am a very casual player when it comes to Final Fantasy 14, and that I do not always feel up to roleplaying. My mood fluctuates, and I can go a handful of days without replying ( which is why I prefer Discord for RP ). This does not mean I’m not interested. I AM. I just need to give my brain a break.

[shenanigumi]

Uhm, for the ship ask meme, how about Saito and Heisuke?

Huh, a little off the beaten path, but this’ll be interesting! I’m going Modern AU with this one, too, since there’s not a lot of room for it in the canon timeframe.

General:

Rate the Ship: Awful | Ew | No pics pls | I’m not comfortable | Alright | I like it! | Got pics? | Let’s do it! | Why is this not getting more attention?! | The OTP to rule all other OTPs

How long will they last? Both of them start out with a somewhat fatalistic “as long as it lasts” perspective, but eventually realize that either they’re too well-suited to one another ever to move on, or have otherwise adapted to one another too much to throw away all that progress now.

How quickly did/will they fall in love? Pretty slowly. They both took a long time to identify their emotions, and even longer to act on them. Saito accepted his feelings more quickly than Heisuke, but resolved to keep quiet so as not to make him uncomfortable. Heisuke, on the other hand, panicked and went into denial, but eventually decided to get really really drunk and confess so he could play it off as the alcohol and/or pretend to black it out if it got too awkward.

How was their first kiss? Drunk, during the above instance. And messy. Both of them ended up giggling and having to try again multiple times. (They ended up passing out next to each other, and Heisuke felt the compulsion to kiss the sleeping Saito again the next morning. That was when he knew for sure he couldn’t run from this anymore.)

Wedding:

Who proposed? Saito. Awkwardly. And so indirectly that it took Heisuke till halfway through his speech to recognize that he was being proposed to.

Who are the best man and groomsmen? Souji is best man, because he called dibs on being the best man at Saito’s wedding a long time ago and nobody dared turn him down. Shinpachi and Sano are groomsmen.

Who are the maid of honor and bridesmaids? Technically not applicable, but Chizuru gets a spot up front too.

Who did the most planning? Saito for sure.

Who stressed the most? Also Saito, but Heisuke was able to keep a lot of his anxiety at bay by being his usual sunny self.

How fancy was the ceremony? Back of a pickup truck | 2 | 3 | 4 | Normal Church Wedding | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Kate and William wish they were this big.

Who was specifically not invited to the wedding? They debated on Kazama, but decided to invite him anyway and not care whether he showed up. He did.

Sex:

Who is on top? They switch off.

Who is the one to instigate things? They’re both pretty shy about things like this, but Saito is usually the one to make it clearest if he wants a kiss to go somewhere. He just doesn’t use his words to do it.

How healthy is their sex life? Barely touch themselves let alone each other | 2 | 3 | 4 | Once or twice a week, nothing overboard | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They are humping each other on the couch right now

How kinky are they? Straight missionary with the lights off | 2 | 3 | 4 | Might try some butt stuff and toys | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Don’t go into the sex dungeon without a horse’s head

How long do they normally last? If you ask them, they’d say just long enough (after they stopped being too flustered to respond). Not a very long time, but long enough that both of them are satisfied.

Do they make sure each person gets an equal amount of orgasms? Of course.

How rough are they in bed? Softer than a butterfly on the back of a bunny | 2 | 3 | 4 | The bed’s shaking and squeaking every time | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | Their dirty talk is so vulgar it’d make Dwayne Johnson blush. Also, the wall’s so weak it could collapse the next time they do it.

How much cuddling/snuggling do they do? No touching after sex | 2 | 3 | 4 | A little spooning at night, or on the couch, but not in public | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | They snuggle and kiss more often than a teen couple on their fifth date to a pillow factory.

Children:

How many children will they have naturally? None. Guess why.

How many children will they adopt? They’re honestly fine on their own, but if they were going to have any, they’d only want to raise one so they can be sure to devote themselves entirely.

Who gets stuck with the most diapers? The two of them make absolutely sure to divide both the pleasant and the unpleasant work evenly. Theirs is a relationship rooted in equality.

Who is the stricter parent? …You tell me.

Who stops the kid(s) from doing dangerous stunts after school? Saito, because Heisuke is usually joining them.

Who remembers to pack the lunch(es)? Saito.

Who is the more loved parent? They’re equally loved, but Heisuke is able to relate to them on a more personal level, so he might be marginally more acknowledged.

Who is more likely to attend the PTA meetings? Saito.

Who cried the most at graduation? Heisuke. He was just so proud, he couldn’t believe it.

Who is more likely to bail the child(ren) out of trouble with the law? Heisuke, because Saito considers the law useful for teaching lessons and isn’t in the habit of making exceptions.

Cooking:

Who does the most cooking? Heisuke, because if he leaves it up to Saito, it’s going to be all tofu all the time. He’s honestly learned a lot about cooking just from that practice.

Who is the most picky in their food choice? Saito, but his preferences aren’t too obtrusive.

Who does the grocery shopping? Both or either of them, but Saito is usually more ‘efficient’, as he puts it.

How often do they bake desserts? Not too often, but Heisuke thoroughly enjoys it when they do.

Are they more of a meat lover or a salad eater? Heisuke prefers fish and fowl, while Saito prefers tofu and rice (or tofu over rice). Between the two of them, they have a balanced diet.

Who is more likely to surprise the other(s) with an anniversary dinner? Saito, though Heisuke wouldn’t be too surprised. But the other way around has also been known to happen.

Who is more likely to suggest going out? Heisuke, because Saito’s so frugal. The thing is, home cooking is all well and good and cost-effective, but nothing can really act as a substitute for some good old-fashioned fast food once in awhile.

Who is more likely to burn the house down accidentally while cooking? Heisuke, but only because he’s a little more inattentive. He’s honestly not that bad a cook.

Chores:

Who cleans the room? Saito, but he does enlist Heisuke’s help.

Who is really against chores? HEISUKE.

Who cleans up after the pets? Saito, because it’s his cat.

Who is more likely to sweep everything under the rug? Heisuke, but Saito always notices immediately, so that doesn’t work out too well for him.

Who stresses the most when guests are coming over? Neither of them really stress out, but Saito does insist on giving the entire house a once-over before having anyone over.

Who found a dollar between the couch cushions while cleaning? Heisuke. It made his day.

Misc:

Who takes the longer showers/baths? Saito. He likes sitting and soaking, and it’s a big part of how he relaxes some days. Heisuke always ends up bored.

Who takes the dog out for a walk? Ain’t no dogs in this household. They tend to like Heisuke more than he likes them, and Saito is a cat person, so they just have the one cat. But Heisuke likes playing with it.

How often do they decorate the room/house for the holidays? Just for the major ones. Heisuke gets more into it than Saito does.

What are their goals for the relationship? They don’t really have a long-term aim. Originally, it was just a way of saving on rent by being housemates, and acknowledging the beginnings of feelings. Now it’s a full-fledged relationship. They just want to see where it goes.

Who is most likely to sleep till noon? Heisuke, but Saito makes sure that doesn’t happen in an effort to make sure both their sleep schedules stays on track and synced up.

Who plays the most pranks? Heisuke, but Saito can always tell, so that never plays out as intended.