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A first mate who's happy the storm clouds are starting to slowly lift from around the captain.
But also knows if Henri catches him watching/spying he's gonna get it big time so scampers off to the nearest pub.
#npc: Jakob Dahl#the pirate and the pearl;; (Henri & Sakura)#LOL Jakob as a sorta dad figure gives me life
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I LOVE IT WHEN A CHARACTER WEARS SOMETHING ANOTHER CHARACTER DID AT ONE POINT!!!!!!!!!!!
#Sammy has Henry's old jacket and watch and Evangeline's camera#Michael has Clara's wedding ring#Elizabeth had Clara's pearl necklace#Russell wears one of Michael's hoodies#Cassie has her dad's vanni mask and fazwrench (This ones canon!!)
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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫
── james potter x f!reader



summary: "I need someone to help with him until I wrap up this case. To pick him up from school and stay with him until I get home" At your silence, James felt his shoulders tense slightly. "I know it’s a lot—" "I’ll do it." "And Henry can really be a handful— Wait, what did you say?" "The job. I’ll take it."
tags n warnings: dad!james, neighbors, fluff, nanny!reader, police!james, muggle!au, no use of y/n, implication that the reader cooks well, age gap (late 20s/early 30s), suggestive, sometime in the 90s wc: 4k
To be honest, James hadn’t thought about you more than necessary. He knew you lived in the apartment next door, a distant niece of Mrs. Jones, who had cared for her in her final moments—may she rest in peace. He knew you cooked well; sometimes, the aroma of whatever you were preparing spiraled through the air into his apartment, making his mouth water. He also knew you were kind, sweet, always offering smiles and waves to Henry, sometimes even treating the boy to small sweets.
And he knew you were beautiful. Very beautiful. Always dressed in delicate clothes—fluffy sweaters, long skirts, little things with pearl buttons and ruffles. You always left behind a sweet fragrance wherever you passed. If James had thought about it, just if, he might have wondered if, instead of sleeping in a bed, you spent the night resting in a field of flowers, like one of those nymphs from fairy tales. With the pale moonlight kissing your skin, covered by nothing but the finest petals, a serene expression on your face, lips slightly parted, dreaming of little wonders. But James didn’t think about that.
He also knew you were young. Not an absurd difference, no—he guessed you were in your mid-to-late twenties, maybe a little younger than when he had Henry.
You two occasionally exchanged small courtesies. Nods, closed-lip smiles, the occasional good morning. Once, in the building’s hallway, you called out for him to hold the elevator. Which James promptly did, watching you step into the metal box, nodding when you shyly thanked him. As you rode up together, he tried not to notice the stray lock of hair that had come loose, swaying lazily against your nape. He clenched his fists at his sides, exhaling only when he stepped into his own apartment, closing the door as if it were more than just something material—as if it were a shield keeping him safe from his own thoughts.
That was all he needed to know about you.
And it wasn’t like he didn’t have problems of his own. Being a single father took up most of his time, and work was always kicking his ass, especially when a new case came up. The hours were irregular, there was always something to investigate, always. He couldn’t afford another distraction, even if he couldn’t help but steal a glance or two. The poor man wasn’t made of iron.
Stolen moments—that was all James could have.
A new homicide had occurred. They had found the mutilated body of a woman discarded in a dumpster—again. There was a killer on the loose in the city. Which meant more hours at the precinct, or in other words: James was screwed. Very screwed.
It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened, but it never stopped being stressful. A new case demanded time, attention—dedication. It meant less time with Henry. It meant always having to find a babysitter whenever he got stuck at work. It meant coming home to find his son already asleep, even though James had promised to tell him a bedtime story.
James hated disappointing his son.
So when a free afternoon appeared, he didn’t hesitate to take Henry to the park, determined to burn off every ounce of energy a seven-year-old could have. It was a pleasant afternoon, worry-free, filled only with their laughter and the sweet taste of ice cream in an attempt to cool down after running around.
“We should do this more often,” Henry commented, still holding his father’s hand while waiting for the elevator doors to open. They had arrived at the building a few minutes earlier. The boy’s hair—the same mess of unruly strands as his father’s—looked even wilder after an afternoon outdoors. “I like when we can be together,” he added, his voice low.
James felt a tightness in his chest. His jaw tensed as he looked at his son, still so small. He wanted to offer more—but more than anything, he wanted more time. James’s parents had passed away years ago, and now, Henry’s whole family was just him. With the addition of his uncles—Sirius, Remus, and Peter, though the first preferred to be called godfather.
“I know,” James replied, squeezing his son’s hand, ignoring the ache in his chest as he continued, “I like it too, but dad—”
“Has to work,” Henry finished for him, tilting his head up with a sad smile that didn’t reach his green eyes. “I know, I just… I just wish we could spend more time together.”
A bullet would have hurt less. James swallowed the lump forming in his throat, blinking a few times as he searched for an answer.
“I’m sorry, love,” James sighed. “I wish that too. But dad has to work—someone has to pay for these glasses since a certain someone keeps breaking them almost every month.”
Henry giggled, adjusting the frame on his nose. “We also need to pay for chocolate,” he reminded him.
“Oh, yes, all the chocolate this little monster has been eating.” James smiled, ruffling his son’s hair—somehow managing to mess it up even more. With relief, he noticed the boy’s smile was real this time. “When I solve this case, I promise we’ll have more time together. We could go on a trip, what do you think?”
“A trip?”
“Yeah. Interested?”
“Yes!” Henry’s grin widened at the thought, practically bouncing with excitement, but then he paused, looking at his father with a seriousness far too heavy for someone so young. “Promise?”
James crouched until he was at eye level with his son, looking at him with the same intensity before lifting his hand, pinky finger raised. “I promise, champ.”
Henry lifted his hand too, just as serious, as if he were about to sign the most important contract of his life. Pinky promises were serious business. “It’s promised—you can’t go back on it.”
“Not even in my dreams.”
When the elevator doors finally opened, something caught Henry’s attention, and he quickly slipped into the hallway. James sighed, rolling his eyes theatrically, mumbling, “Little traitor,” as he adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder before stepping out.
A few steps later, he saw what had caught his son’s attention.
You.
Standing in front of your apartment door, though it was impossible to tell whether you were coming or going. Slightly bent forward as you spoke with Henry, your back turned to James. He stopped mid-step, feeling his mouth go dry as he watched you. As always, you were wrapped in one of those pretty outfits that made you look like one of those fine pastries displayed in a shop window.
Henry liked you. It was hard to imagine a child who wouldn’t. He had mentioned you a few times before, a dreamy smile on his face as he told his father that you had given him some cookies or let him pet Mrs. Jones’s cat. Or—much to James’s eternal embarrassment—about the time Henry, in all his innocent curiosity, had asked if you were already somebody’s mom.
Since Mrs. Jones had passed away almost four months ago, you had become the only resident of the apartment next door. And you were desperate. Very desperate.
Your life had been turned upside down ever since you moved in, taking care of your aunt during the final years of her life. It had become a full-time job, and now that she was gone, you still hadn’t been able to find another one.
Apparently, your experience as a caregiver wasn’t enough to get hired. No one seemed willing to employ a young woman who hadn’t finished college. The money your aunt had left was running out, and the bills kept piling up. The electricity bill was overdue, and you hadn’t had a hot shower in weeks.
Desperate didn’t even begin to describe your situation.
You had been standing in front of your apartment for a few minutes, fingers gripping the doorknob as you tried to steady your breathing, counting to ten as you inhaled and exhaled, fighting against the sting in your eyes. It had been another afternoon of handing out résumés, receiving looks of false sympathy as you listened to the same explanations. The staff was full, the position had already been filled, you didn’t meet the qualifications.
It was always the same bullshit.
You didn’t even notice anyone approaching until Henry stopped in front of you, his doe eyes watching you carefully.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you forced your voice to come out, rubbing your eyes roughly with the back of your hands in an attempt to wipe away the tears. A weak smile curled the corners of your mouth as you asked, “Were you at the park? You have some grass in your hair.”
You reached out, a familiar gesture, removing the strand of grass tangled in his dark hair. He didn’t pull away, and although his cheeks turned slightly pink, his dark eyebrows were still furrowed.
“Were you crying?”
Your mouth fell open in surprise at the question. Sometimes, you forgot just how observant he could be.
You looked away for a moment, clearing your throat to push back the tremor in your voice. “No. No, it was just something in my eye.”
“Uncle Remy says people say that when they don’t want to admit they were crying,” he argued. “He also always makes me hot chocolate when I’m sad. Would that make you happy?”
Warmth spread through your chest at his words, easing some of the weight on your shoulders. When another smile curved your lips, this time it was genuine. But before you could respond, his father approached.
“Henry.” He placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, gently pulling him closer to his side. “What have I told you about wandering away from me like that? And you can’t just go around approaching people.”
You looked up at James, breath catching in your throat. He was a few years older and lived next door. And you weren’t blind. Ever since you had moved in, you sometimes found yourself looking at him for a second or two longer than what was socially acceptable. But who could blame you?
He was kind, polite, an attentive father. And tall, and it wasn’t like those clothes hid the muscles underneath. It was a natural reaction, that’s what you told yourself sometimes. It was just a sign that you were alive.
Before you could stop yourself, the words floated out of your mouth. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mr. Potter. Henry is a sweetheart, he never bothers me.”
His gaze slowly shifted from his son to you. The way his brows furrowed was painfully similar to Henry’s. His eyes lingered on you as if searching for something. Your shoulders tensed involuntarily, wondering if that was the same look he had when he was investigating.
“That’s a very kind way of seeing things.”
You offered a small smile in response, watching as Henry squeezed his father’s hand. “Dad?” he asked.
“Yes?”
“She was crying.”
Your heart skipped a beat, embarrassment bubbling beneath your skin. “No, I wasn’t—”
“Dad, tell her she doesn’t have to cry.” James, surprised and speechless—possibly horrified—looked at his son, mouth slightly open. Henry, undeterred, simply continued, turning back to you. “My dad’s a police officer. He won’t let anything happen to you. So you don’t have to be sad. Right, Dad?”
You couldn’t bring yourself to look at James, your face burning. You wondered if it would be childish of you to wish for the ground to open up and swallow you whole.
“Henry,” James began, his voice tense, maybe even embarrassed. “Why don’t you go inside? You need a bath.”
“But—”
“That wasn’t a request, kid.”
Henry let out an exaggerated sigh, but when James opened the apartment door, he walked inside without further complaints, though his lips were pursed in a pout and his steps were heavy against the floor.
You bit your lip, still unable to meet James’s gaze. The silence between you stretched—thick, heavy, louder than the noise of a traffic jam. You wanted to crawl back into your apartment and pretend the last few minutes had been nothing but a delusion of your exhausted mind.
He was the first to speak.
“Sorry about that.” You hesitantly looked up, watching as he ran a hand through his unruly hair. “Henry… sometimes he can be really—”
You waved your hands dismissively, forcing a smile. “He’s just a kid. These things happen. No need to apologize.”
For a moment, you simply looked at each other. What was your next move? Your keys still dangled, forgotten, between your fingers. You should have gone inside by now. And yet, your eyes remained locked on his.
If you were a little closer, you would be able to see the edge of his contact lenses. His beard was unshaven, dark circles rested under his eyes, and his hair was in its usual state of perfect chaos. He looked tired, but no less handsome. Somehow, the evidence of sleepless nights only emphasized his features, making him more human—more approachable.
“I…” James started, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. His eyes scanned your face, lingering on the way your lashes were still damp, as if you really had been crying. He knew it wasn’t his business, but the question slipped from his lips anyway.
“Are you okay?”
You blinked, surprise flooding your features. Your mouth opened, the lie at the tip of your tongue, but no words found their way out—not when he was looking at you so genuinely, almost as if he truly cared.
Which made no sense at all. In all the time you had been neighbors, you had exchanged no more than a few words.
And yet, there he was. Standing in front of you, as if he was willing to wait as long as needed for your answer.
And it had been so, so long since someone had shown any kind of concern. Your lower lip trembled, and you recognized the familiar burning in your throat. Your eyes lifted, blinking once, twice, countless times in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.
"I... I just—" you sniffled, your voice too fragile to take shape. A melancholic smile curved the corners of your lips as you wiped your eyes, feeling more miserable than ever for crying in front of your handsome neighbor. "S-sorry, this is so pathetic. I-I really—"
His hand landed on your shoulder, a comforting weight. The warmth of his palm seeped through the fabric of your blouse. You looked up at him in the same second, your heart tightening under the weight of the concern on his face.
"Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself. Did something happen?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes scanning over you as if searching for any injuries. "Did someone do something to you?"
You shook your head, still not trusting your voice enough to answer. James watched the way your throat bobbed as you swallowed. He had never seen you like this—so fragile, so vulnerable, like you were about to break at any moment.
He didn’t like seeing you like this.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked again, his fingers pressing gently into your shoulder, as if to emphasize his words. The feeling of touching you was still new, making his fingers tingle, even now, as he pulled back. When his gaze started to drift away, he called you again, his voice barely above a whisper. "You're not alone."
"T-thank you, Mr. Potter, but I don’t want to burden you with my problems."
"James."
"What?"
"Call me James, please. And you won’t be burdening me, I promise."
You sniffled again, still unsure how to deal with the weight in his eyes. It was easy to understand why he was a detective. It was easy to trust him.
Fighting the urge to wring your fingers, you exhaled, surprising yourself when you finally spoke. "I don’t think you can help me, Mr. Pott—James," you corrected, feeling your face heat up. "Unless you know of a place hiring someone without references."
James wondered if you could hear the gears turning in his head. It was an idea—a terrible idea. But it burned through his mind like the death of a star. It was the easiest solution to two problems. You raised an eyebrow at the expression on his face.
He wetted his lips, hesitating for only a second before speaking. "Actually, I... uh, I do."
"Really?"
James nodded in response, watching how your eyes lit up with hope. "Yeah, but..." He glanced down the empty hallway first, then back at the way your clothes were slightly rumpled after an afternoon at the park, as if carefully considering what to say next. "Can we meet in twenty minutes? To talk about it."
You nodded, hoping you didn’t seem too eager. If he really found you a job, it could be in the depths of hell, and you wouldn’t care.
James gave a short nod before stepping back through his door. You took a deep breath, sniffled one last time, then straightened your shoulders and stepped inside.
Gigi, the cat, barely waited for you to set foot inside before curling around your legs, nearly knocking you over in the process. She must be hungry.
You poured some food into her bowl before checking that everything was in order. James had never been inside, and that made you a little nervous. With nothing else to focus on, you put a kettle on the stove.
Twenty minutes later, a knock sounded at your door. Your heart skipped a beat. Forcing your legs to move, you crossed the living room, ignoring the slight tremor in your fingers as you opened the door.
"Hey," James greeted with a small smile.
His hair was still slightly damp, a strand falling over his forehead. He had changed clothes, now wearing a white shirt that stretched just a bit across his chest, his forearms exposed. He smelled like soap and clean skin. You quickly dismissed any thoughts your mind tried to entertain.
"Hi," you replied, stepping aside to let him in.
Once James entered, you shut the door. He watched as you took the lead, walking back into the living room with small steps. Unable to help himself, his eyes wandered around the space—light-colored walls, countless books stacked on a shelf, delicate curtains. It was a feminine place, well cared for.
"Would you like some tea?"
James blinked, processing your words. "Oh, sure. Please."
You disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, and when you returned, James was still standing in the same spot, as if his feet had grown roots into the floor. It felt strange having him here, as if the place was too small to contain him.
"Please, have a seat," you motioned toward the couch with your chin. James obeyed promptly, sinking into the plush cushions, watching you place a tray on the coffee table and expertly pour two cups of Earl Grey. His eyes followed the movements of your hands, the way your fingers looked so delicate.
"How do you take it?"
"Sorry, what?"
"Your tea, how do you like it?"
"With cream and two spoons of honey, please."
When you handed him the cup, your fingers brushed by accident, sending a shiver down his spine. James cleared his throat, taking a sip, the rich, sweet taste spreading across his tongue. It was perfect.
He sighed, a sound of pure satisfaction, as he took another sip. "Thank you, this is perfect." A small smile curved his lips in gratitude. "But I know you’re interested in what I came here to say."
You waited, feeling the warmth of the cup between your fingers. He wetted his lips. "I know this might be an unusual situation, but when I said I knew someone who was hiring... that someone was me."
James watched as surprise crossed your face, so he continued, "A new case came up, and it’s taking up most of my time. Finding a reliable babysitter isn’t exactly easy. I know we don’t know each other very well, but I saw how you cared for Mrs. Jones. I see how you treat Henry. He adores you."
"I need someone to help with him until I wrap up this case. To pick him up from school and stay with him until I get home. You’d have the mornings to yourself, unless something urgent came up at the station." At your silence, James felt his shoulders tense slightly. "I know it’s a lot—"
"I’ll do it."
"And Henry can really be a handful— Wait, what did you say?"
"The job. I’ll take it."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course. I mean, we're neighbors, I wouldn’t mind staying with Henry a little later. And I think I can handle it—he's really adorable."
James looked surprised, genuinely surprised. "I, uh… I didn’t expect you to accept so easily."
A nervous smile curled your lips as you remembered the growing pile of bills. "I'm kind of desperate right now."
"I'm really sorry about that."
You shook your head. "It’s not your fault."
"I still feel sorry."
"Thank you." To soothe your nerves, you took another sip of tea. "So, when do I start?"
"Tomorrow, is that okay for you? Great, this is really wonderful."
"You don’t, uh… want my résumé or something?"
"Actually, I’d be happy just with your number." Seeing the way your face heated up, he quickly added, "In case of an emergency, so I can call you."
Oh.
Oh.
Of course, that was the reason. You mentally cursed yourself for daring to think otherwise.
You leaned forward, reaching for the stack of papers on the coffee table. "My résumé has my number on it anyway."
James took the sheet, his eyes scanning over the printed details. Address, phone number, full name, date of birth—ten years, you were nearly ten years apart. But what really caught his attention was the photo. It was just a simple picture, but his eyes lingered on the way the camera had captured you. He resisted the urge to run his fingers over it.
You went over a few more details—schedules, salary, responsibilities. It was almost hard to believe this was real, that you had finally found a job. Even if it wasn’t permanent, at least it was something, and with free mornings, you could keep looking for something else. And you liked Henry—he was a truly sweet boy. Taking care of him wouldn’t be a burden at all.
You walked James to the door, feeling lighter than you had in weeks. "Thank you for this opportunity. I promise I’ll do my best."
"I know," he smiled, stretching out his hand toward you. You took it, feeling the way his fingers were slightly rough and firm around yours. You didn’t notice the way James looked at your joined hands, how he seemed to study the way they fit together. He exhaled, finally lifting his gaze to yours. "See you tomorrow."
"See you tomorrow," you repeated with a broad smile, having no idea what was ahead of you.
#james potter#james potter x reader#james potter x y/n#james potter x you#writers on tumblr#fanfiction#romance#fluffy#james potter fic#james potter fanfiction#james fleamont potter fanfiction#james fleamont potter#muggle au#dad!james potter#pre relationship#reader insert#no use of y/n
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What are the yanderes getting you?
“Also featuring Henry and Moira.”

Yandere Boyfriend has seen the trend on tiktok where people make a ‘burr basket’ for their significant other. He’s obviously going to participate because he simply loves you, and he doesn’t want to be flamed on the internet incase you wanted to share how you didn’t get one to a bunch of people you didn’t know. He thought that a ‘burr basket’ was sort of ridiculous, that it fed into overconsumption, but he decided to put that aside and get you one because it’ll make you happy. He’s been secretly shopping here and there, watching you browse the aisles and stores. You had the tendency to call something ‘cute’ or you made a comment that you needed that item— yet you would always put it back on the shelf and walk away. Your boyfriend would scratch his head in confusion and quickly grab that thing and toss it into the basket he carried. If you weren’t going to buy it, he will.
Calm Yandere has always been the type of person to think of a theme before he buys you something. For your birthday, he knew that you ran out of your favorite perfume, so he buys you another, and a bunch of flowers and aromatic things. For this year, he knew he wanted to get you an array of cozy items. A thick white sweater, mufflers with a snowflake design, fuzzy socks to go with the pair of uggs, a candle that smells like apple and wood, and a bunch of tea he got from a specialty store. He puts all of his items in a red box with a gingerbread design, and puts a bow on top. He’s quite happy with what he got you, and he contemplated multiple times if he should just tell you. However, every time he reached for his phone, his dog would put her paw on his hand. Silently telling him not to.
Yandere Husband loves to travel with his family, but since his sisters were visiting him instead, he decided to stay at home and surprise you with something else. Tickets, booking hotels and flights was his sort of expertise, and buying gifts for others… was a bit of an hassle since you had closed yourself off to him. He couldn’t tell what you liked anymore, so he was really working off of whatever intel Henry gave him. But, he had an inkling that Henry was mostly dropping hints of what he wanted. Because your husband was pretty sure you couldn’t care less about receiving monster trucks, and “sick new shoes, and it has to be from adidas. Dad, are you even listening? Should I just draw you the exact pair I want— I mean what mom wants?”
Your man knew that you wanted a lamp. You had mentioned before that you wanted to add some light to the bedroom, and instead of giving you a regular shmegular lamp, he got you the Alabaster Totem 16 that costed about 30k. He just thought it was cute and unique. And of course, he just haaaad to get you some jewelry too. He personally liked Mikimoto and got you the ‘Classic Black Sea Pearl and Diamond Pendant.’ He also got you another necklace from Graff, a ‘Pear Shape Diamond Cross-over Necklace.’



This is the type of food Moira and Henry would make for reader— with the help of yandere husband of course lol. They might not be too concerned if the food tastes good or not, and as long as it was pretty, they’ll feed it to their mother. While yandere husband is busy making the food, the kids will make their iconic homemade cards they give you every year. Henry is a drawer, always scribbling some comic inside his card instead of words, and Moira liked to practice her cursive skills.



For Yandere Chaebol, Christmas is a pretty big deal to him and his family. He has a truckload of presents for his family, and another truck for his kids. His cousins are located in Busan, and his whole mother’s side preferred the simpler life of Jeju island. So, he’s dragging you around to visit all of his family. He’s not ashamed to show you off to his family anymore, and the press had learned of your guys’ relationship. A lot of people had so much shit to say, and the k-netizens don’t technically like you. The Chaebol cares about practicality… and comfortability, so he bought you a pair of shoes. You two will be walking around a lot, seeing nice sights, and eat good food. He might not be getting you much, but he’s paying for pretty much everything. The hotels, restaurants, the transportation, and the dumb souvenirs you want.
Yandere Prince isnt about to get you a necklace or earrings, but definitely a human feast. He’s been keeping a list of all the people he hates, and had beef with, for the past year. For thirty days straight, he’s been hunting them down and kidnapping them. He kept them plump for his wife- shoving clean foods down their throat. When Christmas time came along, he pretended he didn’t get you anything. He just sat there at the head of the table, and made brief glances at you. You were a tinge disappointed, your stomach growling, but you never had a taste for human food. You were starting to expect that you were going to have to sit there and watch your family chow down, but then… Your husband got up from his seat, clapped his hands, and a light had appeared at the newly built stage. His enemies were then lined up one by one, each in chains and shackles. The yandere prince might not show love for you, but he does think you’re beautiful. The way you tear into his enemies and make them scream… he’s glad to have you.
Dumb Yandere’s making sure that the house is clean, the bedsheets were washed and dried, and that the dining room is decorated to the nines! The yandere bought a tiny tree with red and white ornaments, a mistletoe taped to the front door (so he can immediately have an excuse to kiss you), and he was your present. The man awkwardly adjusted the wrapping paper he put around his cock, and he waddled around the house as he prepared the dinner table. He had ordered food before you came, and he made the dessert himself. He picked off the burnt bits on the pie, and tried to cover up the misshapen brownies with powdered sugar.
Crybaby Yandere Inmate could only cry from behind bars. He cried, humped his pillows, cried again, and then decided to make you a card. With his crayons he drew a portrait of you and him standing by a tree on the front of the card, and on the inside, he started to write how much he missed you. He rubbed the strawberry jam he got from breakfast on his lips, and he pressed long and hard onto the paper. “mmmmwah,” he then smiled as he pulled away and saw the kiss mark on the paper. All he could hope for is that you hadn’t fallen for another man.
Allure: Still writing yandere husband x you part four. So far it’s about 1.6k words rn.
#Allurilove yandere writing#happy holidays#this is for the yanderes that are in an relationship with the reader!#yandere boyfriend x you#calm yandere x you#yandere husband x you#yandere husband x wife reader#yandere husband x daughter#yandere husband x henry#yandere chaebol x you#yandere prince x siren you#dumb yandere x you#crybaby yandere inmate x you#male yandere oc's#christmas#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere oc
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Season 2 final thoughts:
My apologies to my Psych mutuals, my hyperfixation took me on a trip to Hatchetfield and very soon it’ll be in cinderellas castle. It can’t be helped. I plan on finishing my rewatch, especially because I’m about to get into one of my favorite seasons, but it’ll probably be sporadic at best.
Here are my final thoughts on season 2!
This is the official season of lassie stumbling upon shawn and gus by happenstance. He does it in american duos, dis-lodged, black and tan, and im counting lassie standing in front of his pic at the museum. He can push them away as much as he wants but shawns like a boomerang.
I find it incredibly disrespectful that shawn and gus took credit for finding that dinosaur when that one guy literally died for it . Also im pretty sure it would be impossible for a t-rex to be discovered in california because it was all underwater at that time. But thats neither here nor there.
Shawn being a forgery/handwriting expert brings up a funny/depressing image of little shawn having to write lines but in different peoples handwritings
Shawn is an incredibly fast thinker! He saw this scene

And not only deduced what actually happened, but also came up with a cover story for him at the same time.
Word of the day Abulic: abnormal lack of ability to act or to make decisions. Psych writers just casually dropped that little pearl in the middle of a scene in the finale
Overall it was a great season! Juliet got some more scenes, plus her character is beginning to get fleshed out, Gus was even funnier than i remembered, the heartfelt moments were very well acted especially by james who nailed the whole avoidant turmoil of it all. Henry, though, as ive stated in previous posts, is a lot harder to watch as a full fledged adult. He’s just such a prick to shawn any chance he can get. I’m so curious if I’ll be able to forgive him myself down the road. I mean, no wonder Shawn split when he turned 18 and hardly spoke to him again. Man, i wish we could’ve seen Shawn right after he left cause that is one juicy peach. He’d just be all angsty, jumping from one job to the next, getting fired or losing interest (or my personal headcanon is that his gifts of seeing everything kept getting him in some sort of trouble kind of like Poker Face (with natasha lyonne)).
Shawns add’l talents/ random knowledge:
-sketching
-forgery/ handwriting
-can operate a forklift (i think thats what it was lol)
-chess
-tango
-Spanish (honorable mention- he knows enough to speak it passably so i added it) and possibly Portuguese though i bet he just learned the one random phrase to try to trap jann
-acting
-airport codes
Gus niche interests:
-reality tv/ spanish soap operas
-archaeology
-legal tender
-santa barbara models/fashion
Rankings
The Blueberry Tier
American duos
Shawn (and gus) of the dead
Sixty five million years off
Black and tan: a crime of fashion
Nectarina Dulce Tier
Bounty hunters!
Lights, Camera, Homicidio!
Green Apple Jacks t-shirt tier
If you’re so smart then why are you dead
Rob a bye baby
Gus’ dad may have killed an old guy
Theres something about Mira
Did-lodged
And down the stretch comes murder
Psy vs. psy
Genocide of color Tier (somewhere a rainbow is weeping)
The old and the restless
Zero to murder in sixty seconds
Meat is murder…but murder is also murder
#psych#psych tv#psych rewatch#psych usa#shawn spencer#burton guster#shawn and gus#carlton lassiter#juliet o'hara#james roday rodriguez#james roday#dulé hill#dule hill#timothy omundson#maggie lawson#shassie#shules
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True Love
This story is about Killian Jones. Him and Emma are together but he has a past with a girl from the Enchanted Forest that he long forgot about.
Y/N POV
I grew up in the Enchanted Forest when the curse was cast I was left in the forest. But I got separated from my husband I don't know if he went where everyone else did but I'm determined to find him again.
It was like any other day in the forest I was at a tavern drinking rum before I had to get back to the ship. Yes, I'm a pirate the sea is my second love. That is when I seen him walk in. It can't be true. I must be seeing things. I've been looking for him for so long and here he is in front of me.
HOOK POV
"Luv you must be crazy! You can't just walk into a tavern wearing the clothes from the other world. People will think you are crazy."
"Hook I'm going to look crazy regardless! I'm looking for the pirate who is Jack Sparrows daughter and ask her for her blood so we can get home."
Then she just walks in though the doors. I just grit my teeth and follow her. No matter how much I love her she just loves putting her self in danger.
As I walk in I see a girl at the bar with y/h/c and y/e/c. She looks like she's seen a ghost. She looks very familiar to me but I just can't put my hook on why.
"Excuse me we are looking for Jack Sparrows daughter. We need her help with something."
Then I see her stand up and walk towards us. "It's Caption Jack Sparrow. I'm his daughter how can I help you?"
That voice it sounds so familiar almost like I know her. Made it's Because I was on her dads ship when I was young lad. She just keeps looking at me.
"Hi my lady, My name is Hook we-"
"Yes, Killian I know your name. Do you not remember me?"
"I'm sorry lass. I assume I know you from your fathers ship."
Y/N POV
H-he doesn't remember me. My own husband the man I grew up with doesn't know me. I've have been searching for him and I finally have him in front of me and he just looks though me.
"What do you need my help with?"
"Emma here needs your blood to take us back home to Story Brook."
Emma that's her name. The women he showed up with. The women he is staring at so fondly. I found him and I already lost him.
EMMA POV
I've seen her in Henry's book. A lot of the pages was ripped out about her. Almost like someone didn't want anyone knowing about her.
"All we need is a drop of your blood to open the portal."
She finally looked at me and all I seen was sadness in her eye's.
"I'll help you. Just give me something to put my blood in."
"Well we need you to come with us."
She nodded her head and threw out her hand for us to start walking.
"So luv tell me about the time I was on the Black Pearl my memories are foggy."
I watched a light come into her eye's. Like she just got asked to see the Queen of England.
"Well you and my dad use to get into a lot of trouble. He taught you how to sail and what loving the ocean was about. But to never trust anyone but your right hand man Mr. Smee."
"Sounds like I owe your father a thank you."
We finally reached where we was going. All we needed was her blood.
Y/N POV
"Do you think I can come with you?"
They both look at me and then look at each other before nodding. I pricked my finger and the portal opened. We closed our eyes and jumped in. When I opened them up I see that I'm standing on a road.
"Well I have things to do. Hook do you mind showing her around?"
"Sure I don't mind love." Then he leaned in and kissed her. That hurt but he is with her. I just hope he remembers me. He turned around to me and flashed me his famous smile. It made me melt inside. He offered me his arm.
"So I never actually got your name Miss. Sparrow."
"It's Y/n."
He showed me Granny's Dinner and helped me get a room. He intruded me to several people.
"So luv why did you want to come with us?"
"Well I'm looking for someone and I was hoping I would find some leads here."
"Well there is a whole book of our story's that someone wrote. Maybe we can look and see if your story is in it?"
"What do you mean-"
"Well if it isn't Hook and Sparrow. Mrs. Sparrow I wondered what happened to you."
"Leave her alone Gold." Then he grabbed my arm and kept walking.
"Who was that Kill?"
"Huh? Oh that was Rumpelstiltskin he goes by Gold here."
I just nodded my head. So he remembers me I'll have to talk to him. He must know something. We walked around for a little longer before he took me back to Granny's.
"Well that ends our tour my lady. Maybe tomorrow I can take you to my friend and we can look at the book."
"Sounds like a plan. Noon?"
"Sounds like a plan."
He walked away. As I watched him I seen Emma come around the corner they talked for a minute before walking away. I walked into Granny's and sat down. Ruby walked up to me.
"You hungry or thirst?"
"No, I think I'm gonna go lay down."
I got up and went into my room. I took off my boots and pulled my necklace out from under my shirt and looked at Killian's wedding ring. Tomorrow I'm gonna talk to Gold. Then I laid down and went to sleep.
I know this doesn't follow OUAT story line. I hope you like it! Thank you for reading.
#killian jones#captain hook#once upon a time#emma swan#gold#rumplestiltskin#emma x killian#killian jones x reader#killian jones imagine
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august 25, 2021 8:00 p.m. the black pearl
[grant] well, i know it doesn’t fix the existential angst and you shouldn’t ever feel like it needs to go away instantly, but i guarantee you will be a good dad.
[grant] any kids you have will feel loved. they’ll be set up for the future no matter how everyone’s lives play out. i know you’ll do your best, and i know soobin will, too. you guys have worked so hard to have such a long and healthy and sincere relationship.
[grant] and the fact that you’re worried about any of this means you’re going to do a good job. shitty parents and shitty partners don’t ask if what they’re doing or about to do is wrong.
[grant] everyone is going to make mistakes sometimes but it’s about getting most of it right, and i believe you will. soobin doesn’t hold it over your head that for a while, your fear made you a little controlling. you improved and she forgave you. you’re smart, you’ll adapt, and most of all, you should know you’re loyal. at the end of the day, a parent who puts their kids first and never turns their back on them is the best parent in the world in my eyes.
[grant] mistakes can be forgiven if you put your kids first and treat them like a human being who matters.
[henry] thank you. i appreciate it. that means a lot coming from you.
[grant] and i understand your main fear in the first place. i've thought about it many times. i never worried about myself dying but others dying. elizabeth, uh...yeah. those big family losses seriously will ruin you forever in one way or another. the way you lost your father only makes it worse. it does strip away any feeling of invincibility you have.
[henry] you can say that again.
[henry] i'm glad someone understands.
[grant] you can never really know, i guess, what’s going to happen to you or to anyone you know, and it’s not helpful to say it’ll be fine because we all know crazy and terrible things happen. it's unfortunately mathematically true. but trust me, i'll kill you if you die!
[henry] you’ll kill me if i die? haha.
[henry] thanks for making me laugh, too.
[grant] yep. i will re-kill your ghost.
[henry] i'll kill you if you die.
[grant] thank you, buddy! you’re a real one.
[henry] dude, ugh, i googled life insurance policies a month ago. ew, adulthood.
[grant] life insurance is a good thing to have, though.
[henry] it is, it is. even if my hypothetical kids just buy a fucking pool with the money.
[grant] i mean, if it benefits them, right?
[henry] let me add a note to the policy saying you can either get an in-ground pool put in or free college tuition–one or the other.
[grant] does that include getting a sick ass waterfall feature installed on the pool or no?
[henry] by the way–
[henry] disclaimer that this is just an idea, not concrete at all, but soobin and i briefly mentioned moving back to korea as a way to make sure our kids have a good life.
[grant] wow, really? it is worth thinking about! it is rational. most of your family is here and all of soobin’s family does live here, and you do have to consider what’s best for you and your family, current and future. before i did move back home, when i was with you know who, i thought about this, too, if we ever had kids that maybe we could or should move back to michigan so they'd have my whole family around.
[grant] and just so it’s on the record, you have my full support in any decision here.
[grant] are you interested in moving back?
[henry] i don’t know. i haven’t lived here since i was five years old. i've only visited, and then came back for one year to do the military service because i was wary of giving up my citizenship. but i almost did because truly, i did not want to go into the army. that shit sucked.
[grant] what does soobin think?
[henry] well, it was her idea. i'm very whatever about wherever i live. i feel no strong pull one way or another at the moment. but it’s different for her.
[henry] she lived here much longer than me. she cares much more and has a preference. i mean, she spent pretty much her entire life here except since college and during the school semesters between sixth and twelfth grades because her parents sent her to a fancy private school there.
[henry] i will say, soobin’s main point isn’t wrong, and it's the one you brought up. most of our family is here. it’s like you and michigan. that’s where your folks are. and that support is invaluable when you have kids, both for their social development and for financial reasons. plus, my mom actually wants to move back. she never talks about it, but i know she does.
[grant] i get that, too.
[henry] like i said, she’s just never been the same since my dad died. which i don't fault her for. she does her best to be happy, you know, but i think she feels very alone, even more now that i don’t live on the upper peninsula anymore. she was with him forever. they were soulmates. and her life drastically changed after he died.
[henry] this has been the first time she's had a job since, god, the 1980s. she loves being an art teacher for school kids, but that's a huge change in addition to the sudden loneliness.
[henry] and on the loneliness side, she has your family and they've been close for a long time.
[grant] she was literally over at my aunt bridie's house the other day making shampoo with her.
[henry] yeah, so she sees them pretty often and she also has her book club and some other friends, but she knows way more people here. seoul's where all her family and friends are.
[henry] i want my mom to be happy, you know? it’s my job as her son, and i'm the only child she ever had. she doesn’t need me to look after her every day, not really, but i want to and she deserves that. and truth be told, a part of me believes that if she comes back, i would feel not very good about being away from her.
[henry] i think that if i encourage her to come back or talk to her about it and she does go through with it, that would sway me more to soobin’s side. again, i want my mom to be happy, and i'm also scared of losing her. it doesn’t matter if it’s sudden or slow. i don’t want to lose her, and especially not if i feel like i've spent my whole adult life away from her, not prioritizing what time is left with her.
[henry] not to be morbid, but she’s almost 60. at some point you do ask yourself how much longer you have left with your older family members around. life is unfortunately very short.
[grant] of course. that’s totally understandable. she's a great mother, and you wouldn't want to miss out on that. and i'm sure you don’t want your kids to not have their grandma present in their lives.
[henry] but then i have to start over with my job and maybe i lose contact with my friends if i leave. i do have friends here–sorry, they weren’t able to come hang out this time, maybe next time–but my real two best friends are in michigan. it’s you and ben. i don't let anyone else get that close to me except for soobin because to me, my best friend slots are full. i don't want anyone else. no one else is worth it.
[henry] and i always said you’d be my kids’ godfather. i don’t want them to miss out on knowing you the way they should.
[grant] there’s facetime! and i'd come visit. and i'm so goddamn annoying, i will be texting you about everything i think about in the world for the rest of our lives. you're not going to lose me.
[henry] i try my best to believe i won't lose you.
[grant] also, don’t stress out too much about this yet. you do not have to make any of these decisions now, and when you do need to, the right answers will come to you.
[grant] and listen, one last thing and then i'll shut up. i don’t know how, i don’t know why–i don’t think there is an answer to this–but the people we lose are still with us, even if only in spirit. i am famously a skeptic, but i felt something this year that changed my mind. i know you miss your dad but he’s still with you. somehow he’ll see your kids grow up, and he’ll be there guiding you to make the right decisions.
[grant] your dad loved you, like, beyond what words can express. he loved your mom just as much. he would never willingly leave you. if there's something after this mortal existence, he's still with you.
[grant] oh, and we should probably eat this pizza before it's frigid.
[henry] fuck, i forgot about it. thanks for reminding me. yeah, let's demolish this pizza, and then i'll take you to that cool arcade i told you about. we'll make up for the awful arcade experience at your cousin's bachelor party.
#ts4#the sims 4#sims 4#sims 4 story#sims 4 storytelling#simblr#hlcn: everything the stars promised#PARALLELS I LOVE PARELLELS *stares at the aoife subplot that we started in the last batch update*#also not me writing in the fact that this is a deco pizza and i can't show them eating it#well maybe with poses but y'all know i hate posing sims no really just posing them in the chairs without accessories was enough#also just bc the scene was a long time ago...#when grant says something changed his mind he's talking about his sister's birthday and visiting her grave - that scene#holocene.png#holocene.docx#hlcn: grant#hlcn: henry
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What if just made a whole ass Pearl au with Henry Bowers?
Henry marries Greta Keene just because she's rich and he wants to get away from his shitty life, only for her to insist they stay with Butch to piss off her father. She's been leaving Henry alone for large periods of time and it's made him very bitter, especially because he hates his father and mothers so much. His mother is catatonic from an icident here Butch pushed her down the stairs, and Butch spends every day beating, demeaning, and mistreating Henry if he doesn't do his chores. Henry's gotta take care of his mom, the animals, ans he's just plain sick of it. It wouldn't be so bad if Greta hadn't insisted they stay just so she could leave him alone. Then one night at the aladdin theatre he meets Belch and the two hit it off, Belch is working part time as the projectionist and he thinks Henry is cool enough to show how it works. He shows Henry some adult movies and tells him with enough ambition anyone can be famous. Henry's well off cousin Connor comes to visit Henry and Butch to give them some food but Butch is offended Connor's family thinks they need hand outs. Henry mentions the aladdin theatre is holding auditions for a big upcoming traveling show and Henry, although he is now song and dance man, has been slippong into delusions of granduer lately and will do just about anything to get out of here. But ofc this is still a Pearl au, so obviously Henry doesn't get it and he kils Connor, Butch, Belch and a bunch of animals along the way. Also, after Henry kills Butch, just like how Pearl wears her mom's dress, Henry raids his closet and wears his dad's hot pink greaser jacket from the 50's so he looks more like his book counter part. Tehee.
#it 2017#it chapter 1#it chapter 2#gay clown movie#it stephen king#it 2019#henry bowers#bowers gang#the bowers gang#connor bowers#belch huggins#regginald huggins#it au#greta keene
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The Masked Singer: S13 E5 (Group B: “Ghostbusters Night”)
The Masked Singer goes into Ghostbusters mode tonight. One celebrity will be eliminated. As always, I post before seeing any unmaskings, so these guesses aren’t spoilers. I am watching on a delay because I had a brief nap while this was recording on the TiVo.
Pearl 🦪: We see a “Bar” sign flashing behind her. Says she came from a “tiny little tide pool”, so I’m assuming she’s from a very small town. Says she left home before she even started high school. We see a “Wanted” poster with her picture on it. We see pictures of some deer in the background of another shot, and she’s looking at a dry erase board with a football play chart on it. We also see a neon crescent moon sign. Some of the online commenters are suggesting Gretchen Wilson, but I think some of these clues could still suggest Lita Ford. (Primarily the leaving home before high school and the “Wanted” sign; The Runaways started up when she was a teenager, and the “Wanted” sign could be looking for a fugitive or “Runaway” from the law.) But I think Lita grew up in Southern California. I don’t know where Gretchen Wilson grew up. The bonus clue: “Best Seller”. Says she knows how to put pen to paper. Either as a writer or as a songwriter. I’m sticking with Lita Ford for now.
Griffin 🦁 🦅: We see a “Maskbill”, which would be a spoof on Playbill, a Broadway publication. And we see Lamp 💡(who was revealed to be Melissa Joan Hart in a past season). He says he was called a geek, nerd, and loser. We see him recording a video on a camcorder. So, who has Melissa Joan Hart worked with in the past? Could be the guy who played Harvey on Sabrina the Teenage Witch, but he’s kept kind of a low profile since the show ended. Could be Adrian Grenier, who co-starred with her in Drive Me Crazy. The bonus clue: actress McKenna Grace has played his daughter onscreen, and he says one of his kids likes her. So, who’s played her dad onscreen? Chris Evans (Gifted), Rob Lowe (The Bad Seed), Timothy Hutton and Henry Thomas (The Haunting of Hill House, as older and younger versions of the same character), Patrick Wilson (Annabelle Comes Home), and I’m sure a bunch of others. Chris Evans can be ruled out because although he’s married, he doesn’t have any children that we know of. The most likely candidate of these actors would be Patrick Wilson, who has worked on Broadway and has children. I don’t know if he’s done any projects together with Melissa Joan Hart, though.
Space Ranger 👽 🤠: Says one of his odd jobs was schlepping (moving) furniture around New York in the middle of a hot summer. We see a crown. Says he found his calling with a beastly band of boys who ended up “hooking up our careers into hyperdrive”. Makes me think he worked with The Beastie Boys (not as a member) and is known for hip-hop music. So, we can rule out him being an athlete. He opens up a fridge to show himself standing on top of the world. If he’s known for hip-hop/rap music, having him sing instead of rap is a great way to disguise his voice. So, who has worked with the Beastie Boys? Well, I saw some commenters suggesting Flavor Flav from Public Enemy (which would line up with the clock clues, as the wearing of a giant clock is his trademark, and apparently he’s a Swiftie). Public Enemy and the Beastie Boys have both been on the Def Jam Records roster. The bonus clue: a globe, says he’s “toured the world”. If this is indeed Flavor Flav, Robin calling him “electrifying” would make sense, because Flavor Flav is the best hype man in the history of hip-hop, it’s his job to hype up the audience and electrify them. I think Jenny and Rita are on to him.
Boogie Woogie 🪩 🕺: Looking at a star through a telescope. Says his work has saved lives. We see him with some tap shoes. Has he perhaps done Dancing with the Stars? The internet consensus seems to be Andy Grammer, but both him and Gavin DeGraw have done Dancing with the Stars. I think I’d originally guessed Andy Grammer to be Rhino 🦏 all the way back in season 3 (if I remember correctly)! (He turned out to be Barry Zito.) The bonus clue: “Doctorate of Medical Science”. Has his music been featured on a show like Grey’s Anatomy? Jason Mraz has also done Dancing with the Stars. I don’t think this has narrowed the choices down. So, I’ll go with all three: either Gavin DeGraw, Andy Grammer, or Jason Mraz. But what about the former lead singer of The Fray, Isaac Slade? I think The Fray’s song “How to Save a Life” became famous in part due to Grey’s Anatomy.
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Introduction/Fun Pearlie Facts
Was abt time I did one of these.
Hello everyone, my name is Pearl, Pearlie or Sam/Sammy if you're feeling like it. Friends also call me Martini sometimes.
I am a minor, my labels... we dont talk about them (fem presenting ftm gay/mlm + trying out gendervoid and verinix + bigender??) uhmm and I go by He/She, tho mostly He/Him by strangers- I can She/Her myself and close friends/mutuals are allowed! (I also go by neos: Void/Moon/Sweet/It/Fluff/Love/Fizz/Paw)
I'm from Argentina, born and raised, never moved. Speak fluent english and spanish.
I got the 'tism and the adhd, aswell as BPD and a few other things I wont list right now! But yeah I'm psychotic (ooo scary word.. lmao)
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I'm an IRL of many, mainly c!Pearl (mcyt), Samuel Emily (fnaf [games canon]) and Shin Tsukimi (yttd). If you don't like it you can leave, block me, or whatever, cause you aint gonna change my life or how I am. I'm in therapy, which unlike random hate and harrassment online, does help me :)
I like to roleplay, draw, sometimes make playlists or moodboards.. And my biggest interests right now are Life Series (+ evo + new life), Empires1(+ a bit of e2) and FNaF! (i dont rlly like the books tho lol..)
I use kin tags for reach cause I'd love interaction from any fellow lifers or empires ppl, hermits aswell!! Tho I havent finished s8 or s9 yet...
Fictionkins, therians and traumagenic systems all welcome!
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DNI prefferably:
- Basic DNI criteria (proshippers, homophobes, transphobes, racists, TERFs, ableist, etc)
- Endos/non-traumagenic "systems" DNI. block me if u want, i wont argue abt it in the comments/reblogs. or interact if u want but im not gonna follow u back or anythin shrugs.
- reality checkers or anti-IRLs DNI. I aint "romanticizing" shit, I'm existing and living my life, if thats a problem to you too bad cause my psychologist aproves of what I'm doing, since I aint harming anyone and I myself am doing dandy.
- anti-kin also DNI cause most of my friends are fictionkins and if you talk shit abt my fellas idk i wouldnt like having u around much
CCs interact at your own risk. This is my domain, cyan man & moon lady. /hj
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"Disclaimer"
- I talk about MajorMoon (Scott x Pearl) a LOT, if u didnt notice by the acc theme. These are my romantic memories, its a gay ship, not woman/gay man, so if it makes u uncomfortable or u hate it or whatever then ur probably not gonna like my content lmao. COUGH, consider joining us if you do like what you see... /nf We're a small comunity of supporters.. just me.. and a few of my peeps... that was a joke, sir. /ref
- This isn't roleplay, its my main acc where im ""unapologetically"" myself, but if u do wanna rp life series/empires u can always shoot me a dm and maybe I'll give u my discord.
- I talk about myself (c!Pearl) using 3rd person in many posts tagged with main fandom tags. This is to cause less confusion to casual fans slash ""normies"" (lhj) that well.. don't know what IRLs are! Also that way I feel safer and don't have to worry as much abt getting harassed and such for my identity.
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Special People Mentions!! fps = * (1 or more.. wouldnt say in a priority sorta order but. more or less yea)
Family! <3 🌼@pehpurr* SISTER!! super duper cool, her art is great and you should check it out!! YOU. You're the brightest little girl (i say like ur not older than me) I'VE EVER MET ACTUALLY! You're so passionate and loving I freaking adore you!! I love you so much Scar, you're one of the best things to ever happen to me, Kanny <3 ⚙️@gentlexmadman DAD!! you are my daaaad, you're my dad! woogie woogie woogie! ANOTHER amazing artist! mr "I know that guy-", very funny, Henry "Autism" Emily... the copper king, my father. Speaking to you is always comforting. Love you so much papa, you're amazing :)
Simply special <3 ☕@insomniac-coffeehouse** You're all simply so very special to me. I love spending time with you guys and playing stuff together, you mean a lot to me and I'm so glad I met you. I hope we're still close for this year and many more! You're incredibly talented, not only at art, at everything you do. You spark joy in my brain and my heart <3 From the bottom of my heart, I'm in love with the hope you bring to this world. 🍊Jack***, oh my dear Jacky, where do I even begin, sport... you really are my other half. Mi media naranja if you will. haha.. I love every second we spend together, I love your voice, I love your eyes, I love your smile, your laughter. I love your use of words, the way you speak, your humor, your seriousness and goofiness. You stiff fuck, you were made for me and I was made for you, and I wouldn't have it any other way. You're my everything, mi vida, mi luz, mi estrella. Mi amor, mi mundo. <3
New friends! 🍓@strawberrystarfield I know we met fairly recently but you're all incredibly fun to talk to, your art is also amazing, your accent is real pretty (cough for a bri-💥), you're real sweet and I love reading all your thoughts and critiques about things :} (love ya Aspen /gen) 🏜️@fagdykegtws My right hand man! I know we just met through the rarepair server but oh my god we're in the same brainwave!!! You're so fun to vc and chat with and you got the best ideas ever fr fr, love ya Chewy, you're real sweet even w how lil i know you ;)
That's it folks, love yall and see you around!
#intro post#introduction#c!pearl irl#sammy emily irl#delusional attachment#fictionkin#fictkin#fnaf irl#life series irl#empires irl#mcyt fictkin#mcyt fictionkin#mcyt kin#system friendly#endos dni#mcyt irl
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WIP Wednesday
Triplet snippet. Pez watches the boys in London while Alex and Henry go out on a date:
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“Look, Dad!” Elijah says, proudly holding up his hand. He wiggles his fingers, letting the pink sparkles shine in the light.
As soon as the boys found out who was coming over, they begged Pez to bring his cosmetology set with him. And Pez, of course, delivered. He and the boys set up shop around a table in the living room. Endless pallets of make-up, dozens of different bottles of nail polish, and piles of hair accessories covered the large surface.
“They’re beautiful!” Henry says, kissing all three boys’ cheeks, and Pez’s too, for good measure, as he and Alex get ready to leave.
“Pez is in charge today,” Henry tells the boys, “Listen to him, okay?”
When they first talked about having kids, they asked Pez what he wanted to be called. Uncle Pez/ Auntie Pezza? Some variation of the two?
In the end, he went with Pez. He didn’t need a title. He was Pez. He had always been Pez. It was as simple as that.
Once the triplets started bringing artwork home from preschool, their creations all had labels that read things like, “my Tia June, my Aunt Bea, my Pez.”
Alex kisses the boys as well, and then points a finger at Pez, “Two rules, Okonjo: No mullets, no man buns.”
Pez clutches invisible pearls, “as if I’d ever ruin your childrens’ gorgeous hair with a man bun, of all monstrosities. I’m offended you would think so little of me, Alexander.”
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The many, many references of chapter XI of Dorian Gray
This chapter can come across as a bit of a long, boring list of stuff. That's partly because it is a long, boring list of stuff, as we see how shallow Dorian's life of collecting trinkets and misdeeds is, compared with his lofty ambitions to be some kind of thought-leader of his age.
But it's Wilde, so a lot of this chapter has references and connotations that might not be obvious.
the sordid room of the little ill-famed tavern near the docks OK, this isn't particularly subtle given Wilde already tells us it's sordid and ill-famed. But it's probably not just a dodgy pub. Being near the docks implies that Dorian is hanging out with people in the lower classes, almost certainly including sex workers. I think there might also be a nudge-nudge wink-wink implication of homosexuality here - docks mean sailors, and the navy already had a reputation for homosexuality in Wilde's time.
Like Gautier, he was one for whom “the visible world existed.” Théophile Gautier, a French writer, critic and defender of Romanticism. He was flamboyant, unconventional and had lots of affairs.
he might really become to the London of his own day what to imperial Neronian Rome the author of the Satyricon once had been The author of the Satyricon is Petronius, a Roman courtier in the reign of Nero. He was dedicated to a life of pleasure and indulgence, and was an authority on questions of fashion and taste.
the materialistic doctrines of the Darwinismus movement in Germany Darwinismus means proto-eugenics, essentially. You know, in case you needed any more reasons to dislike Dorian.
the one that Bernal Diaz saw when he went with Cortes into the Mexican temple, and of whose doleful sound he has left us so vivid a description "They had an exceedingly large drum there, and when they beat it the sound of it was so dismal and like, so to say, an instrument of the infernal regions, that one could hear it a distance of two leagues, and they said that the skins it was covered with were of those great snakes." Wouldn't say it was that vivid a description, to be honest.
appeared at a costume ball as Anne de Joyeuse, Admiral of France, in a dress covered with five hundred and sixty pearls Despite how this sounds, Anne de Joyeuse was a man, and Dorian didn't go to the ball in drag. Anne de Joyeuse was probably one of Henry III's lovers. (This is the start of a theme developing).
Alexander, the Conqueror of Emathia This is Alexander the Great. (The theme continues).
Lodge’s strange romance ‘A Margarite of America’ A 16th century romance about the love affair between a Peruvian prince and a Russian princess. With a lot of gory bits.
the Duke de Valentinois, son of Alexander VI Otherwise known as Cesare Borgia, who inspired Machiavelli to write The Prince. There are all sorts of rumours about Cesare Borgia, ranging from having lots of mistresses (true) to gay relationships and incest with his sister (probably not true).
Charles of England had ridden in stirrups hung with four hundred and twenty-one diamonds This is presumably Charles I rather than Charles II (who was also Charles of England). Historic Royal Palaces - the people who run the Tower of London, among others - have him on their list of LGBT+ monarchs. They highlight this painting, where he's gazing at George Villiers, who also shagged his dad:

Richard II had a coat, valued at thirty thousand marks, which was covered with balas rubies Richard II, who was rumoured to have had an affair with Richard de Vere, Earl of Oxford.
Henry VIII Who only had relationships with women, as far as history is aware.
The favourites of James I wore ear-rings of emeralds set in gold filigrane Back on the theme again. James I was Charles I's dad, who had a secret passage built between his bedchamber and that of his favourite, George Villiers - the one in the picture up there ^. While most of the people on this list were only rumoured to have had gay relationships, no one really disputes it for James I.
Edward II gave to Piers Gaveston a suit of red-gold armour That would be his lover, Piers Gaveston.
Henry II. wore jewelled gloves reaching to the elbow Henry II, who was known to have shared a bed with William Marshal, the Earl of Pembroke. Which doesn't necessarily mean anything, but... you know. There's a theme.
Charles the Rash, the last Duke of Burgundy of his race At this point I can't tell if Wilde is deliberately throwing in some misdirection, like the mention of Henry VIII, or if my Google-powers have failed me.
the mortuary cloth of King Chilperic Oh hang on a tick. King Chilperic was a 6th century monarch who is known, among other things, for having strangled his wife. Just as Henry VIII had two of his wives executed. So the theme here is either queer relationships - or murdered women.
(We then of course get a series of notable historical figures who, so far as I can tell, don't have any connections to either of these things. Also this bit goes on for ages and this post is already very long, so I'm going to skip past them).
dreadful places near Blue Gate Fields A slum area just north of the docks in East London. Known for opium dens, brothels and murders. Some people have suggested this is an allusion to Jack the Ripper, even a suggestion that Oscar Wilde knew who Jack the Ripper was, which I'm reasonably confident is nonsense.
brawling with foreign sailors in a low den in the distant parts of Whitechapel So what I'm finding quite funny here is that all the dodgy and dissolute places that Wilde has Dorian go are literally just the same place.
Near the docks = East London, probably in the area of Whitechapel Blue Gate Fields = Whitechapel the distant parts of Whitechapel = that would be Whitechapel, then?
The very odd Jack the Ripper website I just read interprets Wilde's descriptions as meaning that he had some kind of hidden knowledge of London's underworld... just as the Ripper would have!! But to me this reads a lot more like Wilde was aware of one (1) suitably shady-sounding location and ran with it.
Here was Philip Herbert That would be James I's lover, Philip Herbert. (What, you thought we were done with these?)
Sir Anthony Sherard Is fictional, but...
the lover of Giovanna of Naples Giovanna of Naples was a real person, who probably murdered her husband. (Nice to get some variety among the murdered spouses).
Lady Elizabeth Devereux A Tudor noblewoman, known for a quite public affair.
George Willoughby... had been a macaroni of the eighteenth century, and the friend, in his youth, of Lord Ferrars I can't find much on George Willoughby, but Lord Ferrers shot his steward, and is known as the last peer to have been hanged in England.
the second Lord Beckenham... he had led the orgies at Carlton House Lord Beckenham is (I think) fictional; George IV, who held wild and extravagant parties at Carlton House, is not.
Tiberius, in a garden at Capri Googling this brings up articles titled things like "The Scandalous Private Life of Tiberius Caesar". That makes it sound like the fun activities of consenting adults, but that's grossly misleading. The people involved were rumoured to be often neither consenting nor adults.
reading the shameful books of Elephantis Elephantis was a Greek poet and physician who wrote a sex manual.
Caligula... Domitian... Elagabalus Caligula was known for sex and murder. Domitian was known for censorship and control of public morals. Elagabalus was known for sexual promiscuity with men and women.
And that's the lot! For the last few paragraphs of the chapter, Wilde actually spells out the various misdeeds of the people he discusses (sex and murder, unsurprisingly), thus sparing me from Googling them.
Congratulations if you made it this far.
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Day 1: Intentions and Self Made Laws for 2025
Weighed in today at 286 and turned to face the storm ahead by sitting with my self made lawsm and doing some mapping for the first time in several years. For 2025, I overlayed the 25 intentions with those self made laws. I am very committed this year to buiding and healing. I have so much HOPE but its an active Hope, that if I do the right things and pull the right strings, I will catapult into a bigger, great story -for me and my family. I am ready for that. I am ready for whats next. And with all that hope and agenda, I pulled together final draft on intentions for this big year. The more of these I can do - the closer I will be to my goal. What has been so desperately sought - will be found.
Do what Thy Manhood Bid Thee Do, From None But Self Expect Applause. For He Noblest Lives and Noblest Dies, Who makes and keeps self made Laws. ~Sir Richard Francis Burton
Self Made Laws 2025:
Love Your Self Up
Dad As A Verb
Do The Work
Be Sound
Don't Ever Give Up
25 Intentions for 2025:
Journey to 200 : Healthy 365 Mind and Body. Healthy Habits and Routine. (4 &1)
Complete Zen IOP and Landmark - work to heal BPD. (3 & 5)
End Year in no Credit Card Debt (4)
Read 15 really good books (3, 1, & 2)
10 really great pictures taken ( 1 &2)
Keep fresh flowers in the Finca - Be an awesome partner for Audrie (3 & 2)
New Substance Use Rules - Special Scenes Only (4)
Three Bucket List Boneyards in 2025 (1 & 2)
Healing with Sister and Family (1, 4)
Steady Year of Work - Stability and Consistency (3, 4, 5)
Start Leg Tattoo - 3 Leg Tattoos in 2025 (1, 5)
12 Really Great Hikes - 1 Signature Hike per Month including an overnight hike with William (1, 2)
Daily Stoic Routine (1, 4, 5)
Develop Loving bonds with Audrie's family | Maximize Cousin Time Opportunities in 2025. Family First (1, 2, 4)
Develop Home: Fireplace and Shed (2)
Develop Story: Peru! (4 & 5)
Develop a Hobby: Bricklaying (1, 2)
Develop Map: Roadtrip Carolinas
Do Something Hard: Bike Race | El Tour? (3, 2, 1)
Learn Night Photography (1)
Hammer on The Craft of Fatherhood (2, 4)
Get really good at saying I'm Sorry - (2, 3,4,5)
See some really great live music that makes me happy (1)
Put peanut butter knife away 100% of the time (3)
Consistent and steady meditation practice (1,4,5)
Word for 2025: HOPE
Song: Pearl Jam - Who We Are
Quote: "To make living itself an art, that is the goal." ~Henry Miller
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Salt Follows the Moon - Red, White, & Royal Blue - ch. 38!
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Alex trotted down the hill to where his sister sunbathed on the dock. Without preamble, he landed beside her on the cushy mat for wet foot traction. “I need a favor.”
She flattened her hands into a visor to look up at him, waiting. “Can you go with dad to the market after lunch? Take Pez and Nora with you.”
She smirked but humored herself, “Why?”
Alex glanced up the hill before sharing, “Because Henry is on his best behavior and I’m going to lose my mind.”
Bless her, June could crack a joke at his expense but she didn’t clutch any pearls. “What do you expect? This turned into a meet-the-parents retreat.”
Alex blew a raspberry, planting his hands behind him to slouch and stretch his legs in front of him. “Is it gonna be like this for the rest of the week?”
June made an I don’t know sound.
#red white and royal blue#rwrb#red white & royal blue#firstprince#fic rec#salt follows the moon#vampire!henry#vampire!au#blood donor!alex
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i feel so dumb because i have only realized Diane de Poitiers (Henry II of France's famous mistress) may have inspired Alys Rivers (along with Alice Perrers a very hated royal mistress who book!Alicent may be inspired by).
while she was not a bastard like Moll Davis --- the first royal mistress who was not a noble and was a bastard--- Diane is clearly a great inspiration to grrm regarding Alys' character.
Diane was 20 years older than Henry who was 15 when they began their affair,
drank liquefied gold to preserve her looks ---which slowly killed her as it was toxic--- well in to her fifties and also took a lot of care of herself to maintain her looks
this resulted in rumors of her being a witch as she needed to visit apothecaries frequently
her influence on Henry was so strong she got him to marry her cousin(Catherine de Medici), name his bastard daughter with another woman after her and had her raise her along with his children with catherine
dude was so in love with her he allowed her to sign court documents for him as Henridiane
the pope gave her a pearl necklace as a gift which was a huge deal
she got Château de Chenonceau as a gift from henry and after she remodeled it with her own wealth Catherine de Medici took it from her after denying her to be at Henry's bedside when he died
she had no children with Henry due to her age and Henry's fertility problems ---she did adopt Diane and have two daughters from her first marriage--- but helped him and Catherine have their ten children
her dad was arrested for treason and the plot was discovered by her husband
was accused of plotting against Francis I due to her immense influence on Henry
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True Love
Part Two
Y/N POV
I woke up bright and early. I have to look for a job down at the docks and find Gold. I got up and put my boots back on and set out on my mission. I walked down to the docks talked to the manger about getting a job. I'm gonna help keep the boats stocked and check innovatory. As I was turning around I bumped into Killian.
"Did I get the time wrong Sparrow?"
He use to call me that all the time. I was his Little Sparrow he even would whistle when at me when I was a kid to tease me.
"No Kill I came down to the docks to get a job. Need to make money."
"Oh, well I was about to go to pick up Emma and go to Granny's to eat breakfast if you want come with me?"
"Um no it's okay I got other plans."
I put my head down and walked away. I walked back into town looking for Gold. When I bumped into Regina.
"Hello Y/N, how are you doing today?"
"I'm doing good. Just trying to figure out some stuff from my past."
"Anything I can help with?"
"No, I'm actually going to see the guy who I think can give me answers."
She nods and continues walking away. I finally reach the shop that I seen Gold enter into yesterday. I took a deep breath and walked in. I heard the bell over my head ring indicating that someone walked in. I looked around the shop to see what he was selling. Then I seen Gold walk around dressed in his suit.
"Hi dearie what can I do for you today?"
"I actually have a question for you. I'm sure you can tell that Killian doesn't remember me. But you do so I'm just wonder why?"
"Ahh great question. Well when Miss. Emma Swan came and saved the day from Regina I got my memories back. I don't know why your precious pirate doesn't remember."
"Okay, thank you for taking time out of your day to answering my question."
I walked out thanking to my self hmm he is up to something. Hopefully the book will have some answers for me.
HOOK POV
I was sitting at Granny's with Emma I was thinking about Y/N. I know I worked on the boat with her dad but I feel like she is a missing piece to something. I looked at Emma and I see her talking but I'm not listening to her I just nod my head.
"Do you think Henry would be okay showing Y/N the book? She doesn't remember her past I'm hoping that the book has something about her."
"I'm sure he is fine with it. I actually remember seeing something about her in the book. Her father refused to take slaves on the boat and that's how he got the Black Pearl. She had fell in love with a boy on the boat that would tease her all the time by-"
Then I remembered a sound of someone whistling and calling for a sparrow. Maybe that was who she was looking for.
"Was there anything else in the book about her?"
"No the rest was ripped out of the book."
"Who would take her story out of the book?"
"Obviously someone that doesn't want her to know about her past."
Just then I heard the bell over the door ring and we look to see Y/N walking in. I wave her over and a smile at Emma. I turned back around to look Y/N I caught her eyes and I felt my heart pick up. She finally reached us.
"We was just talking about you and the book. Emma remember seeing something about you in the book. She said the pages are taken out. That had to be someone here that did that. We just need to find out who and why."
"Oh, wow. I thank I know who would take the pages out of the book. It was Gold he hates my family always had something against them."
"That sounds a lot like Gold always out to get someone. We need to break into his shop and look for the pages. Who better then an ex-thief and two pirates."
"Hook are you sure that's good idea? I'm the sheriff now I can't just be breaking into people's shops. I don't want you guys getting caught by Gold."
"Emma it's the only way to get some answers. Maybe we can have Regina help us."
Y/N POV
I don't want him seeing the pages and running off because he seen something he doesn't remember.
"You guys don't have to do that."
"You deserve to have your memories. Lets go talk to Regina."
They stand up and start walking to the door. I follow them as they hold hands and talk. I really hope they don't find any pages I don't want Hook to know before I can tell him. We reach Regina's house and Emma knock's. This house is as big as my aunt Elizabeth and my uncle Will's house. Regina opens the door finally.
"Hi, can I help you guys?"
"Y/N found out that Gold stole pages out of the story book about her. We was hoping that you could distract Gold while we break into his shop and look for them."
"You know I can't stand them but if it's to help Y/N in remembering her past I will do. She and her dad use to help me out."
So Regina remembers me which means she must remember my relationship to Killian and not saying anything. I have to talk to her alone so she doesn't say anything to Killian.
"But I might have a spell that will help you find the pages. They will glow gold when you are close to them."
"Thank you Regina that will help a whole lot. Thank you guy's for helping me get my memoires back."
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