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yanderu-deredere · 2 years ago

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hey so weird question: how would your ocs react to a darling that's inexperienced or clumsy when it comes to sex? are there any of them that would prefer it that way?

a/n: thank you so much for the request! i put it under a read more cus it's explicit but i hope you enjoy! i did the top three of my ocs that would enjoy an inexperienced/clumsy darling most

warning: there's no mention of reader having a penis but there's several mentions of reader having an 'entrance' (could be an asshole?), gender neutral pronouns for reader

liam anthony arieh ★ profile

fattest corruption kink in the world

absolutely prefers a darling who doesn't know what the fuck they're doing; the more innocent and clueless, the better

he's never really put stock in the human made concept of virginity. he thinks its a bunch of crock bullshit and he's had partners before that had a body count a mile long

but goddamn theres just something about you

the way you fumble around, looking at him for guidance, for instruction? he's got him chubbing up forreal

"L-Liam."

Instead of looking up, he only chuckles, large calloused palms forcing your legs further apart. In front of him, your entrance drooled, making his mouth water and his dick hard.

"You said you wanted to be good for me, right?" He muttered, pressing his cheek against your soft thigh while one of his hands moved forward.

Gently, his middle finger teased your entrance, trying to sink into it. As an automatic response, your knee jumped in surprise. Of course, since his head was right there, your leg made contact with his glasses, almost pushing them out of place.

The way you were so nervous and panicked made him laugh. You reminded him of a jittery little doe.

Liam pressed a kiss against your thigh. Though, as his lips lingered, the kiss slowly turned into a little bite that left a noticeable hickey.

"Calm down, angel, don't worry." He tried to soothe you, his finger sinking deeper and deeper into you, the pad of it pressing against something inside of you that made you writhe.

"I'll take good good care of you."

fujio watanabe ★ profile

defo prefers an inexperienced darling but not for any other reason than he's a possessive bastard lol

basically, he wants to teach you how to make him feel good from the ground up

the thought of his darling not knowing how to fuck anyone else but him? the thought of his darling, completely at his beck and call, following his orders and only his orders?

makes im mad hard for sure

also it makes you easier to manipulate in a way? he wants to teach you thinks most people find kinky and have you believe that it's normal basically

"Oh, that's it, baby." Fujio threw his head back, his hand twitching at the nape of your neck.

All he wanted to do was fuck into your mouth; he wanted to grab you, push you into his groin, bury your face into his pelvis, have his cock hit the back of your throat.

He stopped himself, of course. It's the first blow job you've ever given and he wasn't going to throw you into the deep end.

It was so obvious it was your first time too. He could feel your teeth brushing against the skin of his dick and the way you kept gagging and desperately swallowing was obviously amateur.

He wasn't complaining though. The way you looked up at him, lips stretched around his thick girth, tears clinging to your eyelashes, your hair pulled back by his fist.

It was enough to seriously make him bust. You were going to be the literaly death of him.

eun-jeong yoo ★ profile

definitely the caregiver type; he likes taking care of and guiding people

he doesn't prefer an inexperienced darling but he definitely would be one of the people that would enjoy it the most

he's very switchy in that like he can be a dom or a sub but when paired with a darling that doesn't really know what they're doing, he's full dom all the time

he's not at all a hard dom either

literally super soft and gentle, moving your hands where they need to go, showing you exactly how to make both you and him feel good, etc

usually, he's not really a very straight forward person but with a darling like this, he doesn't want to beat around the bush so he's very frank

Eun-jeong felt your fingers slowly, hesitantly, close around his cock, your big curious eyes peering up at him through your eyelashes.

He wanted to throw his head back, wanted to buck his hips up, wanted to groan and cum right then and there; he couldn't find it in himself to, though.

You mesmerised him and he couldn't look away. You looked so soft, so innocent, waiting for his words, hanging on to his every instruction.

"Just grip it a bit tighter, puppy." His gloved hand brushes against your wrist, not really holding it but definitely pushing it closer.

When your fist did tense up a bit, a low groan left Eun-jeong's lips. He couldn't stop himself from lifting up a bit, cock thrusting up and down before stopping completely.

You were holding him a bit too tightly but, for some reason (maybe it was how you looked or the fact that it was you), it made him want to shoot his load.

"That's it, puppy." He slurred out when he decided against telling you to lighten up "Just like that, move it up and down like that."

You nod, your big pretty eyes flickering from his cock to his face, back and forth. You seemed just as enraptured by him as he was by you which, honestly, had his heart fluttering.

"Just a little bit more and th-then I'll-- I'll let you cum, okay? I'll show you how to make yourself feel good, I promise..."

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celeste-i · 3 months ago

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hey man you got any good book recs, any genre lol

smiles gayly. yes I do friend. none of these are especially niche tho

first up is my favourite: Beloved by Toni Morrison. black historical horror, generational trauma manifested in the form of ghosts. sethe is haunted by her dead baby's ghost. I really struggled reading this the first time, but then I listened to the audiobook and it suddenly made sense. the prose is honestly better read aloud, but oh man is it good. like this is the thing that has inspired my writing style more than anything else

the second is a short story: The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas by Ursula K Leguin. really really good. an allegorical story about a utopia. I don't want to spoil the twist if you don't know it

next up are FUN historical books. If Only They Could Talk by James Herriot. this is the first book in an autobiographical series about a veterinarian starting out in 1930s yorkshire. very good if you want something light, easy and funny as the chapters are short and snappy. eccentric characters that are a delight to read

Master and Commander by Patrick O'Brian. this is about a navy captain in the Napoleonic era and his weirdo little best friend who's a surgeon on his ship. this the beginning of the Aubrey/Maturin series which is 20 books long. now this is also very funny with great eccentric characters. but it's not easy. in fact I don't think you'll get much out of it unless you're really into the navy/sailing ships/pirates/history. black sails mutuals come here now

next up we have I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. I thought this was essential reading but maybe that's just in the states cus nobody I know in the UK knows who Maya Angelou is. maybe it's cus they're white idk. truly an incredible woman, this is the first in her series of autobiographies. obsessed with her prose, and honestly it's a very easy read simply bc of how beautifully she writes. the subject material isn't easy as she was a black woman who grew up in the south in the 1930s but the journey thru her life is a wonderful one

A Thousand Splendid Suns by Khaled Hosseini. this is the book in the shadows of hosseinis more popular the kite runner, but I think this is the superior book. set in Afghanistan with two perspectives, Mariam who was a bastard child living rurally before the Taliban took over, and Laila who was an educated girl living in the capital city just as the Taliban took over. their stories intertwine when Laila becomes the second wife of Mariam's arranged husband. really not an easy book but a quite beautiful story and one that's stuck with me

last but not least, Kitchen Confidential by the late great Anthony Bourdain. I especially like this addition with his annotations written a decade or two after the books first publications with corrections and critiques and jokes about the book. this is an autobiography about his time as a chef and some of his philosophies for life. if you don't know who he is, he's like princess Diana for unemployed misanthropes. if you do know who he is and you haven't read it, do it now.

I believe that concludes my list. hope you enjoy them 🫶

#book recs

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seekingwriting · 8 months ago

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don't wanna flood my main writing blog ( @aspenwriting ) with this buuut !! looking for someone to play anthony bridgerton or a period oc with jonathan bailey as the faceclaim !! my current fixation, lol. either on here or discord. willing to double, because i actually enjoy it. so i'll portray any faceclaim ( with the exception of underage and deceased. ) on any plot. smut is optional, but somewhat preferred cus i love some chaotic sexual tension and spicyness. below you can find my oc's info + plot soo!! pls let me know. i write semi - lit, little to no triggers, and v active! message me here for my discord !!

dodie jane weston is a twenty and six year old woman, who was born and raised in london, until the age of sixteen, when her family decided to relocate to vienna, austria, in order to help care for her maternal grandfather, who had fallen ill. before her tragic move, the weston family was quite close to the bridgertons, their mothers being childhood friends and gleefully allowed their children to play with one another, despite the eldest bridgerton child being two and a half years her senior. dodie was close with the second eldest, benedict, the two bonding over their shared love for the arts, though, dodie preferred to read. she also got along well with daphne, who looked up to her quite often, and dodie adored her as if she was her own sister. as for anthony, well ... at the age of thirteen is when dodie realized she had feelings for the boy, at least, that's when she was able to recognize such crush. the two had always had such underlying relations beneath their friendship, everyone could see it, including benedict and colin who would tease anthony, all while young eloise would playfully joke about the two becoming wedded when they reach of age. and maybe that would have been true, if certain events had never happened.

when dodie's family relocated, it was hard on her, saying goodbye to her second family, saying goodbye to anthony. but, she was at ease knowing she'll write with them and possibly visit in the future. sadly, the letters between her and her childhood crush would halt after seven letters. she remembers her own becoming unanswered, from all of the bridgertons, until a fortnight passed and her parents informed her that edmund bridgerton had died. when the news broke, dodie wrote until her hand was numb, writing letters to each family member, and two towards anthony, telling him that she was deeply sorry for his lost, and to please let her know he was okay. each member that was capable of writing wrote back, all besides anthony. in fact, he never sent her another letter again, much to dodie's heartbreak.

the weston family resided in vienna for a decade, even after her grandfathers passing, her parents decided to settle there to keep her grandmother company. what brought them back to london, was their fortune decaying. for years, did the assure dodie she could marry whomever she wanted, whomever she loved, but when she sees her family's financial struggle, she decides marrying for duty was far more important, despite her initial belief that marriage was sacred. cue the weston's moving back during the social season, in hopes to find their only daughter a groom. being back in her hometown was wonderful - what wasn't, was having to face anthony bridgerton after he left her in the dust all these years.

dodie is a doe eyed woman portrayed by rose williams. as for her personality, she's a very intelligent book worm, who has a kind heart, but could be as fierce as many if needed to be. though easily flustered, she isn't afraid to make a move and call out anyone on their bullshit, and sometimes, she should probably bite her tongue, but it's hard to do when you're strong willed, and even more so, stubborn. here you can find her pinterest board.

#indie rp #indie period rp #indie historical rp #indie bridgerton rp #indie smut rp

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caitlynsdog · 1 year ago

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If you’d prefer a series to watch, I’m very much enjoying Mike Flanagan’s new one The Fall Of The House Of Usher. It’s a lot like Succession crossed with a campy horror film. It’s not very well known but Magic (1978) with Anthony Hopkins is great as well.

I WATCHED HOUSE OF USHER ITS SO GOOODDDD

I forgot about that show idk why I didn’t add that 😭😭😭😭 It’s so good. But also so many fucking jump scares. Like I know that’s the whole point of jump scares it’s to be unexpected but my anxiety couldn’t handle the show half the time. That guy will be talking and telling his story and the loudest fucking sound cranked up to 11 you hear blows in your ears. Good lord.

Although I didn’t at all like the cat episode 💀. I think cus I love cats so much seeing that guy wreck its face really made me sad rnwjdkeofog

#asks #comingupforblair

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multi-fandom-imagine · 3 years ago

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fluffy anthony drabble of him taking care of the reader when they get a little drunk? i love ur writing sm ahhh

A/n: Thank you!! I love knowing that people like my writing. Also I would love Anthony to take care of me while I’m drunk.

He could hear your giggle across the room, he was not to worried since it was Colin you were dancing with, he watched his brother give you a spin though you nearly stumbled out of his younger brothers arms. Okay maybe we should be worried, he did not want you to break an ankle. Finishing his drink he slipped be twin the throngs of people, his throat clearing out. A large smile slipping on your face as you nearly stumbled into his chest.

“Anthony!” Your face looked flush, your eyes glassy. He mentally cursed at whoever was feeding you alcohol. Shaking his head he gave his brother a small nod on thanks as he wrapped his arms around your waist tugging you closer to his side as another giggle left your lips. “Where are we gooing.” Your words were slightly slurred.

“Just stepping outside for some air love, you look rather warm.”Anthony gave you a smile though he was worried you might pass out before he would reach the swing.

“Tch you’re so sweet Anthony..that’s why I love you. And why I married you” You gave him a dreamy smile, your hands reaching up to grasp his cheek doing your best to kiss him, you lips brushing the edge of his. Shaking his head, Anthony chuckled watching. He’s learned not to care what people might think of him now. Not when he had you supporting him, his family.

“Ah is that the only reason.” Anthony teased guiding you towards the door, the man was practically carrying you now though he did not mind. You meant the world to him, he would do anything for you.

Shaking your head you stopped walking as you hands cupping his cheeks, Anthony needing to bend down to do so thanks to your short stature, amusement dancing in his eyes. “No! you also love your family…Hm you’re such a good brother…though the sex is was really nailed it for me…you really know how to make a girl cu-.”

“And this is our cue to head home.” Anthony felt his own cheeks grow warm, he’d rather not have people gossiping about his sex life. Blinking he glanced down seeing your head resting against his chest, a small snore escaping your lips. Sighing he shook his head smiling, you looked rather cute like this. Easily lifting you up, he stepped out side enjoying the cold breath on his skin. A soft sigh leaving your lips as you nuzzled into him more.

It did not take long to get you home, though he did make sure to be careful to remove your dress with minor help from when ever you would wake up. Setting a class of water near the bedside table for you, he then slipped into the bed then tugged you close. His fingers running down your back gently ignoring the chill in the air due to the open window but you deserved it, you were still warm. Pressing a kiss to your head he gave you one last smile before closing his eyes.

“I love you.”

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collectionoftulips · 2 years ago

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oooookay I love ur writing! It’s so freaking good love it love it love it so I thought maybe it was okay to drop a fic idea (s) or new movie fic adaptions?

1st: The Wedding Planner! Idk if you’ve ever watched it but it’s with Jennifer lopez but I think that would be the cutest adaptions with Anthony being engaged to Sienna or some OC character and Kate comes in the picture even tho anthony is not looking to marry someone he loves.

2nd: Just Wright! It’s lowkey light the tv story but instead Kate would be the only child and edwina her Godsister like the movie. Anthony would be a basketball player or soccer or whatever sport and actually I hope you’ve seen the movie cus then you’ll probably know what I’m talking about but yea this ar e just some ideas 💗

❤️❤️❤️❤️ This is so kind. I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing, that makes me really happy. (Sorry, I was writing the new Both Sides Now chapter so it has taken me a while to respond to this)

The Wedding Planner is an absolute CLASSIC. I love it so much. That would be really cool, but I haven't seen it in years. I might rewatch it to see if it works.

I've never actually seen Just Wright, but having a quick glance at the plot (I didn't read all of it because it seemed to be one of those summaries that just tells you EVERYTHING in a movie, and when I watch it, I wanna be taken on the journey without knowing how it ends) it seems super sweet. I'm definitely putting this on my to-watch list and tbh I might see if I can watch it tonight on one of my streaming platforms to see what can be done.

These are absolutely lovely ideas and thank you so much for sharing them with me. I'm definitely gonna rewatch the movies and see. For some reason the Just Wright one has peaked my interest, but I also don't know if it's because I haven't seen that one before.

Thank you so much for being so kind and for saying such nice things about my writing ❤️

(as usual, I'm adding in the fandom tags to this post because I don't know if anon asks get notified of responses, hope you don't mind!)

#kathony #kanthony

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only-one-brain-cell · 3 years ago

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Treacherous, a Bridgerton story

Chapter 4

Summery: Colin and Benedict continue to torment Anthony. Out on their ride Aurora and Anthony catch each other up on what they have been doing….or rather who.

Warnings: none

Words: 2.2k

Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

Dearest reader

Just when it seemed to be getting a little dull a newcomer has made a grand entrance indeed, and at a ball held by the Duchess of Hastings herself. Lady Aurora Hathaway seems to have returned to London at least for now and no one seems to be more interested then Lord Bridgerton himself. Word has it they danced multiple times last night, was it simply reacquainting with a dear friend or has someone finally caught the Viscounts eye? This author eagerly awaits to see what these two have in store for us this season.

Anthony

"See even Lady Whistledown things you have feelings for Aurora." Eloise said practically shoving the parchment in my face.

"Lady Whistledown is mearly releasing gossip." I said grabbing hold of the parchment.

"I like Aurora" Hyacinth said. "Anthony smiles when he talks about her".

"I do not!" I protested but I felt my face forming a smile even at the mention of Aurora.

"Look he's doing it right now!" Benedict exclaimed "why I haven't seen you smile in quite some time brother."

"And I even longer" Colin added.

"Because the two of you drive me crazy." I replied

"But not as crazy as Aurora does." Colin said.

"Do you want to get hit in the head before noon? We could arrange that."

"There will be no such thing happening."

"But mother-

"No buts Anthony" I leaned back annoyed that I was defeated by my own mother while Colin seemed to be smiling enjoying his victory.

"Where is Aurora?" Gregory asked

"Asleep" I replied, Aurora was never a morning person.

"When will she break her fast?" Eloise asked

"When she wakes up" I replied simply.

"When will that be?" Gregory asked

"Who's to say, Anthony did exhaust her last light." Benedict said with a smirk, I tried to regain my composure surly he couldn't have seen me leave Aurora's room last night or was it at the ball? Was he walking past that room at the very moment she was moaning so loudly I had to cover her mouth?

"How many times did you two dance brother I'd say 5."

"Yes and it seems Anthony was not the only man Aurora was dancing with last night." Eloise said

"Yes and they all seemed to be quite respectful gentleman." Mother said

"I'm sorry when did we turn into a family of gossips." I said talking a sip of my tea, I didn't miss Benedict's smug look he gave me.

"Anthony when are you and Aurora going ridding today?"

"As soon as she breaks her fast." I replied silently thanking Mother for changing the subject.

"It's unfair that you are to entertain Aurora first." Eloise stated

"I'm sure she would be more then happy to tell you all about her travels tonight."

"That is if you don't tire her out with all the ridding you two will be doing."

"Benedict Bridgerton!"

"Horses mother, besides Aurora is a intelligent young lady and-

And that's why her and Anthony aren't married." Colin interjected and both of them burst out laughing.

"Both of you shut up!"

"Excuse me but what does riding horses have to do with marriage?" Eloise asked. Colin opened his mouth most likely to explain the double entendre but I interjected. “Don’t you dare!”

Eloise scoffed before crossing her arms and leaning back against her chair. “Why is it that I'm always "too young" to be told about some things?”

"Its not just that Eloise, your also a lady and laddies must not hear about such crass things." I said glaring at Colin. "Especially with our younger siblings present."

"What shall Eloise not hear about?" Aurora asked sitting down next to me. I ignored the little fluttery feeling in my stomach, instead I reached over and grabbed the tea pot.

"Nothing, just Colin and Benedict making crass remarks over breakfast." I replied pouring her a cup of tea, Aurora thanked me then put the cup up to her lips.

"Aurora what does ridding have to do with marriage?" Eloise asked Aurora spit out her tea.

"Is this what you talk about? In front of your younger siblings too?" The three youngest Bridgertons seemed to be in their own world ignoring us and having their own conversation at least for the time being.

"See I always thought the only ridding one does is on horseback." Mother seemed to have given up on trying to end the conversation all together.

"Yes your correct now moving on. Speaking of ridding- HORSEBACK RIDING COLIN the weather looks beautiful for it."

"We must be on our way then, we can't wast this beautiful day."

"Anthony please she's only just risen." Mother said

"I do apologize Aurora."

"It's all right I won't be long." Aurora said bitting into her toast.

"Take your time in the meantime Colin, Benedict a word?"

"Uh oh." Eloise said. Both of them sighed knowing what was coming.

"Are you two out of your minds?!! It's one thing to make such remarks when we are alone but in front of the family and at breakfast no less is another." Both were silent knowing they crossed a line.

"Another thing, I shall have no more talk about me and Aurora getting married, it's never going to happen."

"Why not?" Colin asked "you two would make a wonderful couple."

"Thank you but that's not the point."

"Then what is the point brother?" Benedict said "we mock because we care, about you and about Aurora. We only want you two to be happy."

"We are happy with the way things are right now, with us just as friends now you two may choose to believe that or not but it's the way things will be going and nothing will change is that clear?" Both of them nodded.

"Good. Now you will march back in their and apologize to Mother, Eloise, and Aurora for making such fools of yourself this morning."

"Why?" Benedict asked

"Because I asked you too now march."

"What crawled inside him and died?" Colin said to Benedict on their way back.

"I herd that!" I shouted

I sighed after leaving the house with Aurora and her maid, finally some peace and quiet.

"Your lucky you don't have siblings." I said Aurora giggled. "Hush you love them, you dedicated your life to them."

"And yet..."

"They mock because they care." She replied

"I know, they mock too much is the problem."

"Well there not here now." She got closer, perhaps too close with a chaperone present. I felt her nose brush against mine, he hand on my shoulder, and her lips up against my ear.

"Let's go then." With that she took off. I was still stunned for a moment thinking about her body pressed against mine and how often I think about her, especially at night.

"Lord Bridgerton?" Auroras maid pulled me back to reality.

"Shouldn't we hurry? To find Lady Hathaway."

"Yes of course." I said snapping out of my daydream and we ran off, trying to catch up with Aurora.

We found her saddling up two horses I breathed a sigh of relief.

"There you are."

"Here I am." She passed the stirrups of one or the horses to me."

"While you were daydreaming I was actually getting the horses ready, Liz this one is yours."

"Liz?" I asked

"Short for Elizabeth, we've grown rather close."

"It's been a day, not even."

"I know, funny how things change so fast. Sometimes it's for the better too." I watched Aurora get on her horse and bumped her heels against the horse.

"Come on Anthony or you'll fall behind again." I climbed on my horse as fast as I could following Aurora out into the fields.

"Come on Anthony you're gonna have to be faster then that!" Aurora shouted farther ahead.

"I'm saving my horses energy just you wait, yours will run out." She laughed

"Keep telling yourself that Anthony in the meantime I hope you enjoy seeing my horses backside." It's not your horses backside I'm looking at.

"Shouldn't we stop and rest? We've been riding for hours." Aurora sighed but slowed down her horse allowing me to catch up.

"I suppose your right."

"Do me a favour and say that when we get back home, in front of my entire family as well." She rolled her eyes I smirked loving our playful banter.

"Not even for a princes hand in marriage." She replied getting down from her horse. I followed allowing the horses to drink water from a river nearby. I got a blanket out of my ridding bag I had brought along.

"Where did you get that?" She asked

"From the ridding bag I had brought with me."

"Why didn't I see it before?"

"Because I and I use your words was looking at your horses backside." I replied setting down the blanket. I gestured for Elizabeth and Aurora to sit before I did. I sighed while it is a beautiful day out nothing compares to the wind blowing a few stray hairs in Aurora’s face while she was looking the other way, allowing me to take in all her beauty. At her gorgeous blue eyes, her high cheekbones, her gorgeous lips that I do not tire of kissing nor do I ever imagine myself doing so. She turned her head towards me and I found myself saying "why haven't you gotten married?" She sighed.

“Must we discuss this?"

"No, but it's been on my mind. More so then I'd like to care to admit."

"Why aren't you married?" She asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, why haven't you found your Viscountess yet? I'm sure your mother would love to have another older women in the house, one she could talk to about adult matters."

"It's complicated."

"My situation is not?" She insinuated.

"I don't know you haven't told me."

"I don't wish to marry Anthony, I won't marry."

"Why not? You'd make any man happy, you'd make a amazing wife and mother. I remember how you handled Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth after they were born."

"That's the problem." I looked at her confused.

"Children?"

"I don't want any Anthony. The family line is ending with me, I shall carry it out until I die.”

"You sound a awful lot like my brother in law. He too had this plan that he wasn't going to marry, then he met Dapahne and much to my dismay-

"Yeah she wrote to me about it, you dueled him and almost shot Daphne."

"Not one of my finer moments." I admired "anyways the point is they are happily married now."

"Well good for him Anthony and good for you if you are to ever find anyone but I made my decision and I'm sticking with it. Now it's your turn." I sighed

"For a long time I was... involved with someone. A opera singer named Sienna Rosso, I never thought about another women when I was with her. Although we couldn't wed either we kept our affair a secret."

"I see." Aurora’s lips formed a tight line.

"She was a distraction, from my responsibility's and for a while I liked that but one day realized I need to take charge and be the man of the house. I broke off the affair last year and have been throwing myself into my duties ever since." Along with any women that I could toss a silver to but Auora doesn't need to know that.

"Did you love her?"

"At one point yes, or what I thought was love at the time."

"I'm sorry Anthony." I shook my head, "it's for the best. I need to focus on my duties, no matter how boring some of them may be."

"You were honest with me about Sienna then I think it be fair I'm honest wirh you. Years ago, while I was traveling I happened to bump into the Duke of Hastings, we were staying in the same inn and-

"You need not tell me anymore." Mostly because I don't want to hear anymore or I would march over to their house and punch him straight in the face.... Again.

"Please don't tell Daphne, I've been trying to tell her or come up with the right words to tell her but I fear they do not exist."

"I promise." I said Aurora smiled and rested her head on my shoulder.

"Will you tell me what made you decide not to get married?"

"No" Aurora said sternly.

"I'm sorry if I crossed a line."

"It's ok as long as you never mention it again."

"I won't."

"Ok good." We sat in comfortable silence with her head resting against my shoulder until I herd her stomach rumble.

"Hungry?" I asked trying my best to hold back laughter.

"How do we know it wasn't you?" Just like that my stomach made a similar noise."

"See?"

"I suppose we should be heading back" I admited. Elizabeth rose from her spot father away from us that she seemed to have moved to during our conversation.

"All ready to head back Liz?" Aurora asked

"Yes Aurora, Lord Bridgerton." Elizabeth walked towards her own horse we all mounted them and rode back home. My mind still filled with thoughts of Aurora. Things have changed while we were apart although not all of it has been terrible. My mind flashed back to last night when I had her in bed with nothing but her rode that I quickly discarded. No everything seems to have turned out better then I ever thought it could.

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jameslovships · 4 years ago

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a kathony prompt for @toorealtooyoung.

for some reason tumblr won’t lemme copy the prompt from my comments so imma just copy it. tweaked it that she gets courted in front of him cus angry Anthony >> lovesick Anthony. also really enjoyed writing this. love this ship sm.

After Kate tells Anthony she no longer objects to his suit of Edwina, he hears a rumor of Kate having another suitor (can be real or fake by one of his meddlesome siblings etc) which of course causes him to spiral and become jealous.

Kate wore a resigned smile, hidden in the curve of her left cheek, with a smile of sorts at the Ton’s rake.

She rarely smiled for this long; Anthony did muse.

It was common knowledge that Kate did not sanction suits to worm its way past her cold exterior.

Yet some lucky suit of bitch had.

Who’d dare to cross such lines, Anthony still mused in disbelief, that a suit had succeeded in cracking the shell of the defiant spinster.

She’d throw a half but very brief smile at suits who vied for Edwina’s hand in marriage who were eligible on the eye but not in conduct.

She may not have viewed her prospects with merit but she was far from impolite.

She was not easily impressionable like a majority of women from the Ton but based her decisions on merit and respectability.

She flung that same smile at Anthony again.

Her lips, infamous for her objections, initially saw him nothing but an insolent rake, her reservations were indeed well founded.

But her heart softened, and her objections were few.

Kate’s lips curved briefly with her eyebrows shifted up in dual arches, “I just wanted you to know that I have withdrawn my objections to your suit of Edwina”

There, very briefly, was that goddamn smile of hers again.

“And what reasons have led you to withdrawing your objections? I trust that you are not a woman influenced by grandiose statements, but by fact” said Anthony, he was besotted by her intelligence and zooming in discreetly at her subtle facial gestures.

The quiver and subsequent roll of her bottom lip. Her roaming right hand as she attended to a loose strand of hair.

Her large brown eyes that no longer looked at him with aghast but had a more penetrable and softer look.

Kate’s lips never did quite make it to answering Anthony’s question due the imminent arrival of the striking Earl of Sussex.

Anthony stiffened in disgust as Kate’s natural smile grew larger as the Earl of Sussex acquainted himself with her gloved hand.

“Glad to make your acquaintance, Miss Sharma”

His voice was deep and alluring, yet Anthony was assured that Kate would not fold under such circumstances. She saw the pictures prospective suits painted as a whole, and didn’t infer and make ill assumptions.

“It truly is a pleasure to be acquainted” smiled Kate, taking no note of the green mist that could visibly been seen emanating from Anthony’s ears.

Kate’s cheeks did not blush pink like most would when in the company of a noble, but it was discernible to those who had eyes and saw that her eyes were large as her hands slid down the lining of her dress, as she curtsied.

The Earl leant in, his baritone voice filled with mischievous desire, and said, “I do hope you accept my sincere apologies for not requesting a dance on dance card prior, but I hope you will grant me the honour of a dance this evening?”

Kate did not mince her reply, “It would certainly be an honour”

Their fingers quickly were stitched together as though they were birthed to match, as he shepherded Kate away from Anthony’s covetous view.

Benedict peered over the Viscount’s shoulder, passing him a half glass of bourbon with a roguish smile, “For the pain”

Anthony rebutted glumly, “I am not pained”

“Anthony” paused Benedict assuaging his older brother’s inflated ego, “Your lies have hardly convinced me. In fact, you ought to try harder”

Anthony drank, clouding out Benedict’s hysterics but he could not wash away the catastrophic reminder of Kate courting someone else.

And not him.

But surely, he ought to be exultant that Kate was no longer an objection but had willfully agreed to co-sign his suit of Edwina.

It is true that those are feelings he should have felt but the damning thing of all was that he didn’t. He craved Kate in a way that it was morally reprehensible to crave one’s sister in law.

Anthony continued to drink, this alcohol had to be strong enough to wash away this longing.

#anthony bridgerton #kate x anthony #anthony x kate #kathony #the viscount who loved me #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfic #kathony fanfic #fanfic #prompts

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suitofvibraniumarmor · 4 years ago

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If You Just Realize

Part Four: Full Bloom

Summary: Concerned about losing Milena or anyone else, Sebastian makes a desperate request of his friend. Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader Word Count: 1905 Series Warnings: Death, angst, sadness. Lots of creative licensing, I’m sure. Chapter Warnings: Bit of a cliffhanger. Square Filled: This entire series will fill my realized feelings square for @marvelfluffbingo. A/N: I’ve much enjoyed writing this series, and I hope all of you enjoy reading it! The tag list is open; requests to be added can be done so here. There are bits and pieces of Romanian throughout the series, mostly from Google Translate and the few things I’ve picked up as I learn the language.

This part wasn’t scheduled till tomorrow buttttt I have no chill so ... Happy Reading!

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“Oprește cu agitația.”

Sebastian did his best to heed Y/N’s warning, but he couldn’t stop fidgeting. He was too nervous about what was going to happen and what he would be told when he walked into the lawyer’s office. Fortunately, he only had to wait a few more minutes before Philip Hobb, his longtime lawyer, stuck his head out of his office and beckoned Sebastian in.

“Please, have a seat,” he said, motioning to the chairs in front of the desk. “I’m sorry for the wait, telephone call went long. I’m so sorry to hear about Irina, Seb. How’s the family holding up?”

Sebastian looked at Y/N, then back to Philip. “We’re doing the best we can. Philip, this is my very good friend, Y/N Y/L/N. Y/N, Philip Hobb.”

The two of them shook hands, and then Philip got down to business. “I’ve already been in touch with the Hills’ lawyer. They are seeking joint custody, as you expected. But that’s not what Irina wanted.”

Sebastian shook his head. “No. Unfortunately, there was never anything on paper, but she had a conversation with my mother about what to do with Milena if anything ever happened to her. Milena’s father signed his rights away when she was born, but his parents chose to stay involved in her life. Irina was always open to that, and I, of course, don’t want to keep them from their granddaughter.”

Philip sat back in his chair, folding his hands over his abdomen. “I want to be sure, before we go through all of this, that you’re not trying to hold on to your sister by holding on to Milena. You can’t bring Irina back, and there’s a potential here for a little girl to go through a lot of hard things for you to only want to keep whatever piece of Irina you can grasp onto.”

Y/N reached out and squeezed Sebastian’s hand. Philip was speaking as a friend — one who was capable of speaking truths no one else could. She saw Sebastian’s eyes glaze over but he didn’t hold long to her hand.

“I just want to do what Irina would have wanted me to do.”

Phillip went back to the notes on his desk. “Okay then. Let’s lock down some particulars. I’ll get it written up and sent to their lawyer, we’ll go from there. Who has Milena right now?”

“After the funeral, we decided to let Milena decide where she wanted to go. She opted to stay with my parents.”

Y/N added, “But I think it’s because she knew Sebastian was going to be there. Maybe I’m biased, though.”

“That’s good to know,” Philip smiled. “I don’t mean to get personal, but are you two …?”

They both chuckled, used to the question by now. Sebastian clarified that they were only friends but also that the speculation was familiar.

“Guess we’ll cross that off as a tactic for our case then,” Philip teased.

Y/N exchanged a glance with Sebastian. “I’m sorry, what do you mean by that?”

“Oh, nothing serious, of course — really, it was a joke. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Sometimes, like in the case of a single guy who wants to take custody of a little girl, having a woman around regularly helps. It’s nothing really, we’ve got plenty to help us out here.”

Philip moved the conversation on then, but the thought lingered in both Y/N’s and Sebastian’s mind well past the end of the meeting.

After the meeting, Y/N went back to the Waldorf. She was checking out the next day anyway, since her stay had become indefinite, and Sebastian had convinced her to stay in his guest bedroom for the time being. He went back to his parents’ house to retrieve their things. He would update Georgeta and Anthony on the situation and check in on Milena.

And Y/N would have time to think about some things.

Yes, she had wanted more than ever to pull Sebastian as close as she could over the last few days — since the moment he had called and told her that Irina was gone. She had missed him, so much, in the months since they had last seen each other. She appreciated how comfortable they were with each other, that they could show affection without the gestures being perceived the wrong way.

Except …

Philip Hobb’s question about whether they were together or not, and the teasing that followed, had put wheels into motion in her mind. Sebastian was an attractive man; she found him to be more handsome than most. He was kind, loyal, caring, and he made her laugh. She could be herself around him.

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Y/N chided herself as she packed the last few of her belongings into her rolling carry-on. “Your emotions are running high because you want to help him. Sebastian is a good friend, we’re very close. That’s it, case closed.”

By the time she reached Sebastian’s apartment, she had almost convinced herself of that. Scolding herself for reading more into their relationship than what was obviously there, she let herself in with the copy of the key Sebastian had given her when they returned from their coffee date that morning, unpacked a few things, and laid down to take a nap. Once she was rested, she would have more energy to convince herself that she was being overly-emotional and needed to get it together.

The meeting with the lawyer took a lot out of Sebastian, but there was no avoiding his parents’ questions when he returned. He explained that Philip was going to do his best to get him at least residential and primary custody of Milena, if not full custody with visitations for the Hills.

“It’s not going to be pretty, I would imagine,” Sebastian sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Is the little one napping? I might crash out with her for a while before I meet up with Y/N again later.”

Anthony shook his head. “She’s with the Hills. Since she’s been here a couple of days, they asked to see her.”

That was well and fair, but Sebastian admitted to himself that he was afraid, for some reason, that the Hills would never give her back. In the same way he would never see Irina again, what if he never saw Milena again?

Get out of your head, he scolded himself. Hadn’t Philip specifically warned him that he couldn’t fight for custody of Milena only to hang on to Irina? No, it wasn’t that. No one, not even Milena, would ever replace the bond he had with his little sister. That didn’t mean, though, that he wanted to lose anyone else.

As he gathered his things and made sure all of Y/N’s were packed into her bag, he pushed out all thoughts of losing Milena. That made room for thoughts about his friend, though, and the things Philip had said during the meeting.

Y/N had been his first phone call after he got off the phone with his mother that day. He had felt like he was drowning — he was still only treading the surface, occasionally coming up for air — and she was the thing that kept him fighting. He knew that he would push through for his mother and for his niece, but Y/N was the push he needed to put in more effort than simply going through the motions. She was the person he could lean on when it felt like everyone else was leaning on him; she was home when he felt like he had nowhere else to run.

“Keeping thinking like that, you’re going to ruin the best friendship you’ve got,” he mumbled to himself as he shouldered both of their bags.

But the idea that had seeded in his mind and sprouted up once before grew more. Shaking his head, Sebastian headed to bid his parents see-you-later. He would nap at home.

Remember when we first met And everything was still a bet In love’s game You would call; I’d call you back And then I’d leave A message On your answering Machine

Sebastian smiled as he entered his apartment. He could hear music coming from the kitchen, could smell whatever Y/N was cooking. She was singing along to the words, an older song that she had overplayed over the years. He didn’t mind.

After dropping the bags in their respective rooms, he went to the kitchen, and greeted her. She turned to smile at him before going back to the rice she was cooking on the stove.

“Hey, I wondered when you were gonna be home! I thought maybe you were avoiding me.”

Sebastian shook his head and leaned on the counter near where she was standing. “Not at all. Had to catch my parents up with everything, took the long way home to do some thinking. Milena is back with the Hills. They asked to see her.”

Y/N turned down the heat on the rice and put a lid on the pan. She took one good look at Sebastian and threw her arms around his neck. She held on tight, and Sebastian didn’t hesitate to hold her back even tighter.

“Milena’s going to come back. You said yourself that if you have custody of her, you’ll let the Hills see her. You’re not going to lose her, they’re not going to take her. That doesn’t do them any good.” She kissed his cheek. “Everything is going to be okay, Seb. Maybe it’s not going to be easy. But it’s going to be okay.”

She stepped away to tend to the rice, but Sebastian held her tighter. She resumed her embrace, nuzzling against his neck and not pulling away until he was ready.

When supper was ready, they ate together, mostly in silence. Y/N didn’t want to push any issues that were already sensitive for Sebastian, and he had far too much on his mind to talk about much of anything. They cleaned up together, watched a little television, then Y/N excused herself to go to bed.

“Don’t stay up too late, all right?” she warned him, kissing his cheek. “You’ve had a crazy few days. If you don’t get some sleep, you’re not going to be able to keep up with Milena when you get her.”

Sebastian nodded. “I’ll go to bed soon, I promise.”

But it was hours past midnight and he was still sitting on the floor in front of the couch, not even aware of what was playing on the television. He was staring at the picture that had been taken a minute or two after Irina had told him she was pregnant with Milena. He had been staring at that picture for … he didn’t even know how long it had been at this point. Maybe if he stared at it long enough, he’d find some answers to the thoughts racing around in his head. Another hour passed and found him still in the same place he had been for most of the evening.

“Seb? You okay?” Y/N was standing a few feet away, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

Sebastian opened his mouth several times before he looked again at the picture. He thought about Irina, he thought about Milena, he thought about Y/N. He could only think of one thing to say, so he let the words roll off his tongue.

“Y/N, would — will you marry me?”

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muse539 · 4 years ago

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We Don’t Know What’s Out There

So my friend M is a bad (fantastic) influence, and when I shared an instagram post that was basically a prompt with them, they encouraged me to write it. So, I did. Read it on Ao3!

Summary: While Mike Newton is waiting for the semester to start at his Sacramento college, he finds himself turning to the TV show "Ghost Adventures" to keep himself entertained. He knows it's all fake, of course. At least, he thought he did, until he finds himself looking at a familiar face.

....

“The ghost we’re hunting tonight is Edward Anthony Masen Jr. He was a patient at this Chicago hospital during the Spanish Influenza in 1918, until he vanished without a trace.”

"Is that... Cullen?"

After finally, mercifully, at last leaving Forks in early August, Mike Newton found himself without much to do. His parents had insisted that he move down to Sacramento before the semester started.

That would make sense, except that the semester didn’t start for three weeks, and Mike was bored out of his skull.

So, like anyone might in his situation, he turned to the TV to occupy his time. It was a small thing, but it would get the job done.

Huh, wonder what’s this about, Mike thought, pausing his rapid flipping on five guys in a dark hallway, decked out in night vision equipment. The banner in the bottom of the screen said “Ghost Adventures.”

“Elizabeth, speak to us, ” one of them said, holding out a radio.

Huh. Might as well see what this is about.

---

It was a quiet evening in the Cullen house. Renesmee was visiting Jacob on the reservation, much to Edward’s chagrin.

“If you keep frowning like that, your face might get stuck that way.” Bella used her thumb to smooth out the skin between her husband’s eyebrows before cupping his cheek. Bella didn’t like being away from Renesmee any more than Edward did, she was just better at hiding it.

Edward sighed, leaning into Bella’s hand.

Dude, you’re pathetic.

Edward shot a glare in Emmett’s direction before meeting Bella’s eyes. “It’s hard, her being where we cannot.”

“I know.” Bella sighed. “At least we know Jake would protect her, if anything happened.”

“Hmm.”

---

Man! Who knew a communications class would be so hard! Mike turned away from his homework. Spring semester had been kicking his ass for weeks now.

At least he lived on his own. Mike couldn’t imagine what it would be like, having to share a room the size of a shoebox with another person. Especially since they probably wouldn’t let him watch his favorite show!

“Ghost Adventures” had pretty quickly become Mike’s latest fixation. He’s never missed an episode, a fact he is shamelessly proud of.

From the corner of his desk, his phone buzzed. Jessica, of course.

Mike has been trying to shake her off for months, to no avail. He sighed.

That’s it, that’s enough for today. Mike pushed away from his desk and turned on the TV. Ghost Adventures would be on soon.

---

“Don’t ‘hmm’ at me,” Bella smiled, “use your words.”

“Yeah, Edward, use your words .” Emmett guffawed.

“ That’s it.” Edward started to rise out of his seat, and Emmett happily took a defensive stance.

They launched at each other.

From upstairs, Esme’s voice rang out, “You boys better mind my furniture!”

---

A few miles away, in La Push, Jacob and Renesmee had just gotten back to Billy’s house. The Pack had gone cliff diving, and Renesmee insisted on attending, even if it gave Jacob a heart attack.

“I’m just as durable as you are,” she’s said, in that special way of hers.

“I know, I know. But you’re not even one yet, Nessie!” Nevermind that she was already the size of a 10-year-old at just 9, almost 10, as Nessie enjoyed reminding him, months old. “It’s the principle of the thing!”

Renesmee just pressed her desire into his skin harder. Jacob was powerless.

“Okay, okay!”

And so they’d gone. They had a fantastic time, once Jacob “got over himself,” as Seth has put it.

Now, they were nestled on Billy’s couch, flipping through the channels. Renesmee stopped him on one.

“Oh, Ness, you probably won’t want to watch this. It’s scary.”

There were questions in Nessie’s hands.

“It’s about ghost hunting. Or, at least, that’s what they think they’re doing. We both know ghosts don’t exist, but they play a lot of scary music, and they try to freak you out. Frankly, I think it’s kind of funn-”

“The ghost we’re hunting tonight is Edward Anthony Masen Jr. He was a patient at this Chicago hospital during the Spanish Influenza in 1918, until he vanished without a trace.”

Nessie’s hand pressed insistently to his cheek. “Daddy?”

Jake was in shock. “Uh, yeah. That’s your dad. Hold on-” he reached for his phone.

---

Breaking away from Emmett, Edward picked up his phone when it started to ring, heart sinking when he saw Jacob’s name.

“Jacob? Is everything okay?” Every eye in the room turned to Edward, each vampire holding their breath.

“Turn on Ghost Adventures right now! They’re talking about you!”

Bella had the TV on before Jacob finished speaking.

“ Will Edward be among the spirits we talk to here tonight?”

---

“The ghost we’re hunting tonight is Edward Anthony Masen Jr. He was a patient at this Chicago hospital during the Spanish Influenza in 1918, until he vanished without a trace. His parents, Elizabeth and Edward Masen Sr., were also patients, and their bodies were recovered.”

During Zak’s monologue, a blurry photo of the Masen family was shown. Mike dropped his hot pocket.

“Is that Cullen?”

---

Mike Newton watched the rest of the episode, growing increasingly nauseous with each passing minute.

The guy in the photos, Edward Anthony Masen, looks almost exactly like Edward Cullen. But there’s no way, right? Even if that Edward had survived the Spanish Flu, there’s no way he’d still be alive now. And even if he was , he wouldn’t look like Edward Cullen. He’d be a wrinkly old man!

Yeah, yeah, Mike told himself. There’s no way. That’s crazy though, Cullen is a dead ringer for that guy. Wow.

---

After that night, appearing on ghost shows became a bit of a running joke in the Cullen household. They had a white board set up behind the television, keeping tally. Given how often paranormal TV shows enjoy venturing into abandoned hospitals and psychiatric wards, Edward and Alice had the most marks, with Alice in the lead, to her unending delight.

One of Emmett’s favorite pastimes, whenever one of them appeared on an episode, was to sit in front of the TV shouting “they’re right here, you idiots!” and “boo!”

Renesmee erupts into giggles whenever he does it, so no one has asked him to stop.

---

Mike Newton has yet to move home from Sacramento. He’d visit Forks during school breaks, and stay for most of the summer, but he kept his apartment in Sacramento until he graduated.

Once it was time to move out, however, him never moving home for the summer came back to bite him.

“ How have I accumulated so much crap ?” Mike sighed as he looked over the haphazard piles of things he needed to shove into boxes. His parents would be here in a few hours with a trailer.

Resigned, Mike sighed and grabbed the first box.

He got distracted, naturally. He had found a box with old high school memories, and was laughing at a picture of himself and Bella “playing” volleyball in the yearbook.

Beneath the pile of yearbooks, there was a thick, nicely printed envelope addressed to him.

Huh. What’s this? Mike thought, as he pulled it out.

“This” was a wedding invitation. Bella’s, actually. Mike smiled. He wondered how she was doing, and resolved to check in with her when he got home.

Over the next few minutes, Mike found his eyes repeatedly straying back to the wedding invitation. Something about it was nagging at him, but he didn’t know what.

I mean, I’ve always thought it was weird how people put their full names on their invitations. Michael Welch Newton? No thank you. He shuddered, and his eyes strayed to the invitation once again. Isabella Marie Swan. That has a nicer ring to it, I guess. But Edward’s is a mouthful. Edward Anthony Masen Cu-

Mike paused. Why did that name sound so familiar? He pulled out his phone. This is probably a long shot . He typed Edward’s name into the search bar.

No results for ‘Edward Anthony Masen Cullen,’ two million results for ‘Edward Anthony Masen.’

Mike dropped his phone.

---

The banner stretching across the windows in the back of the house read “Happy Fourth Anniversary!”

Bella clasped her hands together, and silently thanked that she couldn’t blush anymore. “Aw! You guys are so sweet, thank you!”

“And of course, we have gifts!” Alice beamed at the couple, only Jasper’s hand in hers stopping her from bounding across the room to pull her siblings into a hug.

That, after all, was Renesmee’s job.

“Happy anniversary, Mom and Dad!” Ness threw herself into her parents arms. Now almost 4-years-old, Renesmee was the size of a 16-year-old, but had a maturity far beyond her years.

Bella and Edward smiled at their daughter, and simultaneously pressed stone kisses to her flaming cheeks.

Soon after, Jacob’s pack arrived. Over the years, Leah had warmed to the Cullens considerably, though she still scrunched her nose for the first few minutes she was inside. She, Jacob, and Seth each greeted Edward and Bella with a scorching hug.

“Happy anniversary, guys!”

“Thanks, Seth.” Edward smiled while Renesmee went and claimed a couch for her and Jacob.

“Okay, gifts!” Alice flitted around the room. Bella sighed.

Jasper raised an eyebrow, smiling. “You should be proud she lasted this long, Bella.”

Bella laughed. “Yes, heaven forbid Alice learn restraint .”

“ Hey! ”

Bella stuck her tongue out at Alice, Emmett guffawed, Renesmee stifled her laugh in Jacob’s shoulder.

Alice bounced back towards and thrust an envelope into Bella’s hands. She opened the envelope and pulled out 4 plane tickets, round trip, to Ireland.

“Wow, Alice. Thank you, this is too much.” Bella stood and pulled her sister into a hug.

“Well, I wanted to make sure that it was a place that was cloudy enough for you all to go outside during the day, and also spoke English. As fantastic as your German is, Bella, I’m not sure how long you could survive.”

Bella playfully snarled at Alice; Alice cheerfully stuck out her tongue in response.

“I’m just glad you’re getting out of the country so we’re no longer in the blast radius of your hot, passionate -”

“Emmett!” Bella shot a glare in his direction before glancing at Renesmee.

Then, there was a knock at the door.

---

Mike Newton was only staying on the Cullen’s front porch out of sheer force of will. Hell, he was only standing out of sheer force of will. He’d barely slept the last few days, hell, months . Mike had become obsessed, reading everything he could about Edward Anthony Masen, which wasn’t much, and then about the Cullen family--which was somehow even fewer. No social media, no public marriage licenses. He’d found just enough to suggest they existed, not much more. He was no private investigator, but it still rubbed Mike the wrong way.

Dr. Cullen opened the door. “Mr. Newton! What brings you here? Are you alright?”

Mike tried not to throw up. “Yeah, uh, hi! Dr. Cullen. I, uh, well, here’s the thing,” he took a deep breath. “This is probably going to sound ridiculous. I think I’ve actually gone insane, lost it, like my gran. Ha ha! Yeah, uh.”

WIth each word, Dr. Cullen looked more and more concerned. Over his shoulder, Mike could see a ‘Happy Anniversary’ sign.

“So, um, if you could just confirm something for me real fast, that would be great. Spectacular really.”

“Of course, what do you need, Mike?”

The words rushed out of him. “If you could just tell me that Edward is not actually a ghost that somehow has a physical body that would be great.”

The man himself walked into Mike’s field of vision. “Ah, you saw the ‘Ghost Adventures’ episode too, did you? It’s amazing, how much we look alike. Edward Anthony Masen is a cousin of mine, on my biological father’s side.”

Mike blinked dumbly. “Oh. Huh. That, uh, makes a lot of sense. Huh. Okay. Um, thanks, I guess.”

“Of course.”

Smiling, Dr. Cullen closed the door.

---

“What the fuck was that ,” Jacob asked.

Edward pinched the bridge of his nose. “It seems, rather annoyingly, that Mike Newton is more clever than I gave him credit for.”

“This is dangerous, Edward,” Carlisle looked nervous. “These shows, and their digging into the past… people that have seen us are starting to recognize us.”

“Surely there is something we can do?” Esme placed a calming hand on Carlisle’s arm.

“You just saw it,” Alice chirped. “Play it off like we’re our own long-lost relatives. We’ve all seen it before; humans want to accept the most reasonable explanation.”

They lapsed into silence, lost in thoughts.

“Edward may want to lose the middle names, though,” Rosalie drolled.

“Yeah,” Leah scoffed. “Probably.” Renesmee laughed.

The tension broke, and their day resumed.

“So,” Jacob swung a fist and bumped Bella’s arm. “When do you want to go to Ireland, bestie?”

Bella groaned.

#twilight #mike newton #bella swan #edward cullen #ghost adventures #jacob black #renesmee cullen #alice cullen #fanfic

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seekingwriting · 1 year ago

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#indie rp #indie smut rp #indie bridgerton rp #indie period rp #1x1 rp #indie historical rp

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skiasurveys · 4 years ago

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435

your name:

Skia

do you like to shoot pool?:

are you any good?:

Idk

what is the scariest movie you ever saw?:

Cars 2

the funniest?:

Uhhhh

the saddest?:

Hope floats

do you daydream?:

Yes unfortunately

do you dream at night?:

Yes vividly

do you remember them? Care to share?:

Too weird

when you’re sick, do you like to be pampered, or left alone?:

pampered ngl

who’s the better actor, jack nicholson or anthony hopkins?:

Both

are you superstitious?:

No that shit dumb lmaooo

how many pictures are in your wallet?:

Zero

do you like getting pictures taken?:

Yeah I do but not without my approval or where someone wants to make me look ugly hahaha

if someone cries while watching a sad movie..do you laugh at them?:

No that’s rude lol

how often do you change your sheets?:

Pretty often once a month

is you bedroom upstairs or down?:

I’m in an apartment so same level

is it true blood is thicker than water?:

if you could wish someone out of your life ..who would it be?:

No one

if you could be with anyone in the world..famous or not..who would it be?:

No one

are you high maintenance?:

no. i don’t think so at least

if you could change one thing in the world..what would it be:

How others view others

if you could star in any movie..which would it be?:

Something like lord of the rings or a fun Disney one

deliveryman at your door..who’s the package from?:

amazon

if you could completely change who you are..would you?:

yeah i guess like maybe change the shitty parts of me like how i am super sensitive or how i am too kind to people who use me

if you could live in a fairytale..which would it be?:

uhhhh idk lmao

if you could live in the past..where would it be?:

i don’t know like maybe the 80s would be different and cool

if you could see only one person right now..who would it be?:

i’m okay

do you wear shoes in the house?:

no only if i’m about to leave or i come home and forget to take my shoes off right away

do you dream in color or black and white?:

color.

what is your favorite accent?:

i don’t think any tbh i used to be one of those annoying bitches who thought the british accent was hot but it’s really not lol no offense to british people 😂

do you like sunsets or sunrises?:

sunsets are pretty but sunrises are just so much more prettier imo

what age did you find out santa wasn’t real?:

never believed

do you write poetry/songs/stories?:

used too when i was younger. not my thing tbh i suck. sometimes i’ll try free form or something but nothing good enough to share hahaha

do you wear socks with sandals?:

fuuuuck no!

would you marry for money?:

no because money is nice but it can come and go and if i married someone i didn’t like then that would suck and also i need to be with someone i enjoy hhaha

do you have any “in the mood” music you like to listen to?:

would you vote for a woman president?:

no bc one i’m not american but i also wouldn’t just vote for a woman because she’s a woman but if she had good shit then sure

Are looks/appearances really important?:

No but nothings wrong with wanting someone you find attractive

what are you most looking forward to?:

maybe when everything is kinda back to normal

if someone lied to you and came clean is that forgivable?:

depends on the lie

if you had to repeat a day over and over again..what day would you pick?:

oct 3 2015

When you die, do you want to be cremated or buried?

buried i think

Did/do you like high school?

I didn’t hate it but it wasn’t the best time of my life

Do you like to play video games?

yup!

Do you like Final Fantasy? Which one do you prefer of all?

i haven’t really played them

Have you ever caught on fire?

no lol

Do you have a YouTube channel?

yes haha

Do you ever go to video game arcades?

i would if we had them here

Do you care what people think of you?

yeah i do lol

Have you ever had a crush on a teacher?

once in gr 7 lol so nasty i think he knew too lmaooo

Do you like Lady Gaga?

yeah sure

Don’t you hate when your foot falls asleep?

yeah i hate the feeling lol

Do you think you have been in love before?

yeah i am

Do you write poetry?

not really sometimes i do but never good hahah

Do you like Edgar Allan Poe?

l doooo

Have you ever met anyone famous? If so, who?

nah

Have you ever gotten hit on by some creeper?

yeah

Do you watch LifeTime?

Do you bless random people when they sneeze?

Do you have a short temper?

yeah

Do you like Sarah Dessen?

who

Do you want to have children? If so, how many?

i’m not sure tbh i don’t know if i do but if i were to have kids i would probably want 2 for sure bc when it comes to trips and stuff it’s way easier to plan for 4 people than 4, and also they have a buddy

Have you ever had a yard sale?

nah

Do you go to Barnes and Noble for books, the library or someplace else?

we don’t have that here we have indigo books and chapters (same thing lol)

Do you have an iPad?

i doooo shes my baby 🥺 tbh it’s the best tech i have ever owned for some reason it’s like 4 years old so i need a new one cus i can tell shes at her wits end

Are you scared to die?

scared of how

Do you go to church every Sunday?

Have you ever called one of those Hot Line numbers?

Do you think you draw well?

yeah but i could be better!

Have you ever wanted to be a meteorologist?

nah

yessss

Do you like Taylor Swift?

#surveys #god the person i tool this from was annoying

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scribble-dee-vee · 6 years ago

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11 Questions Tags

Hi all! I was recently tagged in two 11 Questions Tags, and I like the questions- so I decided to do them.

Up front, I’m going to tag @dreamywritingdragon, @focusdumbass, @writtenbyhal, @blogherosix, @adorhauer, @katiehahnbooks, @quintessenceofwords, @quillwritten, @awolfthatwrites, @toboldlywrite, and @firewritten. It’s been quite a while since I’ve done anything with tag games, so if you no longer do them/don’t want to/don’t have time, no pressure! Hope you’re all doing great :D

And my questions are:

1. Which OC has changed the most since you created them? Tell us about them!

2. In which season do you get the most writing done? Why?

3. Oldest OC? Youngest OC?

4. Do you have any self-indulgent ideas for projects that you want to write someday, even if you don’t have time right now?

5. Do you have more of a problem with underwriting or overwriting?

6. How do you get most of your ideas? Music, travel, art, or other?

7. What themes recur throughout your WIPs?

8. What are your favorite personal writing hallmarks?

9. What genre do you write in the most, and why do you like it?

10. What genre do you not write in frequently, but want to dip your toes into?

11. Tell us one reason you love your WIP!

My answers to the tagged questions got kinda long, so I put them under the cut!

The first few questions come from @bigmoodword. Your apocalypse WIP sounds rad af??? Please tag me in updates if you have updates/use a tag list- so cool!

Thanks for the tag! To answer your questions:

1. using one sentence summaries, can you tell me about your wips?

Heart of Lead- Luanne will die on her nineteenth birthday because her heart is made of lead, the lowest caste of her society, so she works illegally with an inventor girl from out of town and some other friends to build a new heart before her time is up.

Ivory and Horn- an anthology of short stories with roots in fantasy, horror, and surrealism, set in a variety of speculative settings used as allegory for the various experiences of modern women (mostly queer women- this one’s the newest, and 12+ stories, so please excuse the vague description!)

Belladonnas- Eirene’s girl gang/witch coven, the Belladonnas, find themselves with a mystery on their hands when an enemy comes to them seeking help and hostile demonic entities begin wreaking havoc on their city.

2. what inspired them?

I’ve been working on Heart of Lead for roughly four (!) years, so the inspirations I’ve incorporated into it are many! The original idea came from a different look at the phrase “heart of gold,” and music has also been a huge defining factor. Florence + the Machine, Twenty One Pilots, and Mumford and Sons have given me a lot. The steampunk genre, dystopian novels, and imaginative fantasy books (think Neil Gaiman) contributed. Also, the imagery of Hamlet (because I’m pretentious).

Ivory and Horn is pretty experimental, and it mostly comes from my growing interest in the horror genre. I also want to figure out how to incorporate social and political commentary into my work- how much of a defining factor I want that to be, by what means I want to convey it, and that sort of thing.

Belladonnas is really inspired by 1920s aesthetics, Greek mythology, and electro swing music. A fun mixed bag!

3. which of your ocs do you most identify with?

I think all of my OCs are at least semi-autobiographical, but Luanne is probably the most. I project a lot of issues on her. It helps me work through them.

4. if you’ve ever cried while reading, which book cued the waterworks?

Yes. YES. CONSTANTLY. The one that made me bawl most recently was All the Light We Cannot See by Anthony Doerr, which was such an amazing book.

5. how do you conduct research for your wips and what’s the most interesting thing you’ve discovered in said research?

Mostly Google? If I’m really interesting in a particular something, I’ll get a book- which I did for fashion in Heart of Lead, and then immediately discarded like half of what I learned for the ~aesthetic~. Oh, well. Did you know that people thought that eating graham crackers encouraged chastity in Victorian London? Well, now you do! This makes me laugh every time I think about it!

6. thus far, which scene has been the most difficult to write?

Beginnings are always hard for me. I usually plan my climaxes first and work backward, unraveling the threads of the story until the point they’re most disparate. I’ve rewritten the opening scene of Heart of Lead at least ten times, which is quite a few more than the rest of the book.

7. which of your ocs do you like the least?

Agh! AGH! How can I choose??? I suppose, since I have a ton of OCs, there are a lot of characters I don’t obsess over as much as my main babies. A lot of these still need work. I think Lucy, from Belladonnas, needs a lot more development before I’m really interested in her.

8. which pov and tense do you prefer to write in?

First person, past tense. Close POV is fun to work with.

9. do you write poetry?

Occasionally! I did so a lot more when I was younger.

10. who is your writing role model?

Neil Gaiman (omg this is the second time I’ve mentioned him on this post, isn’t it? Yeah, he’s great. Go read everything he’s ever written. It will take you a while).

11. if you could give your younger writer self some advice, what would it be?

HAVE FUN! Chances are, you’re not going to have published or released work in the first few years (or first many years) after you start writing. Have that as a long-term goal, and allow yourself to enjoy and experiment with whatever-the-heck in the meantime. It will make you a better writer, you’ll produce a better/more passionate project, and you’ll have a better time.

The second set of questions comes from @sahados-shadow! I totally feel you with the titling struggle, haha. It’s hard to make the catchy words.

1. Which side character is your favorite?

Eep, this is so hard- I love all my kids??? But since I’m writing Blood of Queens right now, Vesper’s pretty awesome. Glamorous faerie prince who’s also a complete dork about humans and also has terrifying eldritch powers. What more do you want?

2. Do you like any character creation templates?

Not particularly. At the very least, I don’t use them to actually create characters, but to stretch my thinking on characters I already have. Oh, and it is really fun to give characters DnD stats!

3. Do you prefer writing by hand or typing?

I do both! I save and edit my work on my laptop, but there are a lot of times I only have a notebook on hand or just want to change my perspective. Handwriting is good for killing writer’s block.

4. What kind of music, if any, do you listen to while creating? Lyrics or no lyrics?

Sooo much music! I make extensive character and WIP playlists (which I’d like to put on Spotify and release for tumblr at some point). Song lyrics are a huge inspiration for characters and storylines.

5. Any animal companions for your characters?

But of course! Ty is friends with a magical talking tiger. Luanne’s family has a cat named Fleurf in book one. Weirdly enough, this discussion could delve into spoiler territory... so that’s all I’ll say about that :D

6. What’s the first thing your OCs would buy if they won the lottery?

Oh, geez. Most of my OCs would not make wise financial decisions. To make this answer manageable, Heart of Lead MCs?

Luanne- books. Just. A million of them. Enough to make a book fort and live in it forever.

Wren- probably new tools/metal to work with? Also, cake. And non-canned food in general. She’d probably throw a giant picnic for all her friends.

Charles- he would probably invest most of it?? Honestly idk what he does with his money, and he has a lot of it in the first place.

Dale- CLOTHES. Fancy tea? Maybe he’d use some of it for bribes or whatever, too. Who really knows.

7. What’s your favorite board game?

Scrabble! I play with my friends all the time.

8. Any OC ships?

Many, many OC ships. I’m a sucker for a good romantic subplot. My main answer for this is always Luanne/Wren, because I’m writing literally an entire series about them. Good stuff I love my girls and they love each other <3

9. Do you have a favorite time/place to create?

Ideally, I write from 9:30 to 11:00 on weekday nights. Over summers and weekends, I write in the morning. Best place is totally in bed, + tea, + cat!

10. How does your OC react to a baby waving at them in the grocery store?

Luanne- bursts into happy tears

Wren- waves back

Charles- re-contemplates his entire existence because a baby actually likes him oh my god??

Dale- “ew tiny human why do you exist”

11. Does your OC have a motto (made up or otherwise) they stick to?

Hmm... that’s something I actually have to think about! Most of my characters have a primary set of morals and a personal outlook on things, but I don’t think any have a motto or catchphrase at the moment.

Thank you for all the questions! This was fun :D

#veescribbles #tag game #11 questions #bigmoodword #sahados shadow #tagged #questions

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a-fight-we-have-to-win · 7 years ago

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Newsies as Immigrants Headcanons (Part 2)

Part 1

Albert DaSilva

- Portuguese

- him and his dad came over from the Azores Islands

- his dad works as a whaler which means Albert doesn’t see him for months or years at a time, and really at this point Albert has given up on him returning

- all he has left of him is a whalebone necklace his dad carved for him, he never takes it off

- the name DaSilva is Portuguese in origin, it means “forest”

- he maintains a lot of superstitions passed down to him from his dad

- like, he once changed his selling spot because too many black birds had gathered there

- the first newsie he met after his dad left was Race, he introduced himself as Anthony and Albert took it as a sign that he should stay with the newsies because Saint Anthony is one of the patron saints of Portugal

- he says Jack has a natural talent for the evil eye and should really be careful where he points that sucker

- being an island child, he’s one of the few newsies who knows how to swim and will generally take it upon himself to teach the younger kids and Race because dammit Jack, someone has to make sure they don’t drown

- he pretends to not like kids, but absolutely no one believes him and all the little newsies love him

- they’re convinced he’s a pirate and will follow him around begging for stories, and you know just because he helped his dad take over a boat once doesn’t make him a pirate, but he’ll make up stories for them anyway

- he speaks Portuguese, French, and English

- he and Finch have figured out how to speak to each other in French despite the differences in the dialects

- he’s a secret poet, he scribbles poems in Portuguese on old newspapers and then shows them to no one. Ever. No one is allowed to know.

Spot Conlon

- Irish

- Conlon is a very Irish surname derived from Gaelic Ó Connalláin, meaning Dog-Lion or someone who’s very strong

- his story is a lot like Jack’s, except he and his family came from Dublin

- unlike Jack, he still has family left

- his mother is often sick and can’t work, so he helps provide for them

- he has a sister and a brother who work in a factory, they all look after their mother and the younger kids

- a rumor exists among the newsies that Spot spat on his father’s body at his wake and returns to his grave every year to make sure he’s still dead

- no one has worked up the courage to ask Spot if that’s true

- he and Jack can and will hold lengthy arguments in Gaelic

- they will also occasionally give each other shit for their respective city, poor Racetrack is sitting in the middle so very confused

- everyone but the Brooklyn newsies have trouble understanding him through his accent, it’s why he tends to keep his sentences short, loud, and to the point.

- he still goes to church with his family every Sunday, a closely guarded secret among Brooklyn newsies, no other borough would believe them anyway

- Brooklyn has story nights at the Lodge where Spot will tell different Irish myths, he’s like a walking anthology

- and he even acts them out, doing different voices, leaping around the Lodging House pretending to be Fionn mac Cumhaill or Cu Chulainn locked in battle

- another closely guarded Brooklyn secret

- he has befriended crows and ravens in every one of the boroughs, they sometimes follow him or land on his shoulders

- this makes everyone extremely uncomfortable, which Spot finds hilarious

Mush Meyers

- German Jewish

- he came over as a baby with his mother escaping persecution in Berlin

- she died when he was little, so he more or less grew up inside the Lodging House, raised by newsies

- the name Meyers comes from the Hebrew word “meir” meaning “one who shines”

- he doesn’t really know he’s Jewish, or at least doesn’t quite know what that means

- he has a Star of David necklace given to him by his mother, it’s his good luck charm, he has it wrapped around his wrist because the clasp is broken

- it’s Davey that notices the necklace and asks him about it, Mush just sort of shrugs

- cue Davey dragging Mush back to his house and depositing him in front of his parents, like, someone fill him in, please

- it’s one of the reasons he spends a lot of time in the Jacobs’ house, but it’s also because him and Les get on like a house on fire

- he becomes something like the third Jacobs’ brother

- I have a lot of feelings about Mush and Davey being best friends, okay, I blame 92sies

- Davey will go to him if he has questions about being a newsie and Mush will go to Davey if he has questions about being Jewish

- his mother left behind a box of letters written in Hebrew and Davey helps him go through and translate them

- he discovers he has an uncle in Manhattan, his mother had planned to live with him and his family

- he takes Davey with him when he goes to meet them for the first time, they are so happy to see him and poor Mush doesn’t quite know what to do with that

- he ends up with more folks than he knows what to do with, so he just unilaterally decides to extend them to the newsies

- that’s how the Meyers family became the unofficial newsie safe house

Elmer Kasprzak

- Polish

- he’s the only one I don’t have to guess or extrapolate because his broadway trading card states that he’s one of nine siblings in a Polish family

- the name Kasprzak, shared by Elmer’s original actor Evan Kasprzak, is decidedly Polish, but see the thing is, Polish last names don’t usually mean anything

- I know because I have one, sometimes they’ll correspond to the name of a town or son of insert-name-here, but that’s about it

- anyway, Elmer is the son of Polish immigrants, he and his two older sisters remember Poland, but the other six came afterward

- his parents both work in factories, one sister’s married, the other works the night shift at a hospital

- he speaks Polish, German, and English

- everything he does is for his family, he lives in the Lodging House to give his younger siblings more space, but he visits them everyday

- approximately thirty seconds into his and Davey’s first conversation they discover that they were born one town removed from each other

- he gets it into his head that means they’re family and more or less adopts Davey and Les into the Kasprzak clan, but to be fair he does that with the other newsies too

- the Kasprzaks hold a Christmas dinner at the Lodge every year for this very reason

- speaking of, he loves Christmas, he’s responsible for the scrawny little Christmas tree in the Lodge

- he’ll make little snowflakes out of newspapers and stick them to the windows, he always saves up to put candles in the windows, all the little newsies help him

- the little newsies adore him, by the way, and he does his best to look out for them

- he, Albert, and JoJo are the Babysitting Squad™

Benjamin “Buttons” Davenport

- British

- described by Spot Conlon himself as “the only good Brit,” Jack agrees with this sentiment, Buttons doesn’t know what to do with this information

- Davenport is a locational surname, in this case meaning he likely came from Cheshire, England, let’s say Liverpool specifically

- he’s is a fierce Scouser, absolutely no one can understand his accent at first

- his dad’s a sailor and long ago he decided it was safer to live in the Lodging House than with his mother, so he doesn’t really see his parents and he would prefer it to stay that way

- England doesn’t hold many good memories for him, so he’s quick to adopt American culture

- he adores baseball, the different neighborhoods will sometimes meet up for a game and, they might be playing with a ball of twine and a busted pipe, but this kid is all over it

- he’s an excellent pitcher, but you know street rules means playing all the positions

- once during a Manhattan vs Brooklyn game, he ran a grand slam against Brooklyn, knocking the ball all the way into the East river and earning Spot Conlon’s respect

- he can sew, his mother taught him how, and he actually enjoys doing it, plus it’s pretty useful

- he collects buttons for the express purpose of fixing newsies’ vests and he hoards as much thread as possible

- he knows. How to. Darn. Socks. Fight me. It’s true. The newsies’ll find him in the corner of the Lodge with a small collection of their socks just… humming along, darning socks

- he hates coffee and has often asked the nuns if they have any tea, they surprise him one today with some, he is over the moon

- the newsies sometimes refer to him as their Yank

- he once called Spot Conlon a redcoat to his face

JoJo de la Guerra

- Spanish

- Guerra is a Spanish surname that means “war”

- in JoJo’s broadway trading card it says that he was raised by the nuns

- I can imagine his likely religious Spanish parents leaving him on their doorstep with nothing but his name, Jorgelino Josephino de la Guerra

- and the nuns call him Joseph, they only use his full name if they’re angry with him

- but the first newsie he meets, Elmer, hears that name and thinks… JoJo it is then

- he grew up watching the newsies and helping the nuns take care of them and he just wants to be a part of them so badly

- it’s like having siblings, he thinks, he’s already got a dozen mothers, he might as well add siblings to his family

- so the nuns let him, they wave him off to work every morning with coffee and biscuit in hand, blessed six ways from Sunday

- at first, he’s textbook sheltered, but he adjusts very quickly and such language

- the nuns taught him Latin and Greek in addition to English

- when he moves into the Lodging House it mysteriously becomes 100% cleaner overnight and no one can figure out why until they stumble upon JoJo trying to clean the fire escape

- he’s just trained to keep things clean, including himself, but the more time he spends with the boys the less he does it

- someone points out that good things tend to happen with him around, so he’s quickly accepted as the resident good luck charm

- the newsies come up with the notion that any water touched by JoJo becomes holy water, he tries to protest the idea

- it’s become a habit to touch their glasses to JoJo’s forehead before they drink

Bonus:

Katherine Pulitzer

- Hungarian

- the historical Joseph Pulitzer was an immigrant from Hungary, he moved to America and married Katherine Davis, their youngest daughter, Katherine Ethel Pulitzer, died in infancy

- but in our case, she survived to become the Katherine Plumber we know and love

- she doesn’t know anything about her father’s origins because he refuses to talk about it, if he addresses her at all

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