#diamond mums

[yourmomwhitediamond]

Okay, I just thought I'd talk about my ideas on how the Diamond would be as mum's. Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes.

First White. She is 100% a wine mum. Nobody can change my mind on that. She has an assortments of wines, a whole cellar dedicated to the stuff. Of course she wouldn't allow the child to drink any, she know better and the wine is her prized possesion. Okay maybe, just maybe, she'd allow the kid to take a sip while Blue and Yellow weren't looking. The kid would just end up spitting it out and try get the taste out of their mouth. This would draw the attention of Blue and Yellow and they'd most likely not be happy with White allowing the child to have a tiny sip of her wine. She'd just shrug it off. Apart from that, she'd just down right spoil the kid with load of expensive things and couldn't give a crap what they do. White would be so sassy and sarcastic but would make a great mum. Nothing is boring when your with her. Obviously she has an amazing sense of fashion and would try get the kid into wearing clothes like her. Blue and Yellow would come home to find the a mini White. They'd not be able to tell the difference between the two if it weren't for their difference in height. She wouldn't be happy when the other two Diamonds try to remove all the make-up from the childs face. That took time talent and hard work. Not to mention the make-up was expensive.

Yellow would always, and I mean always, be seen with a coffee in her hand. Just black coffee. It would be the only thing you see her drink. She just needs the caffeine to help power her through the kids incessant whining and nagging. She can't deal with kids and stares into space as they run around her reeking havoc. Honesty, she just couldn't care less. Even if the kid had set fire to a building shed stand their with the coffee, a blank expression on her face. In fact, she would probably end up praising the kid for doing such a thing. She might help the kid with it. Blue and White would not be impressed though, more so Blue. Would definitely laugh if the kid fell over. She wouldn't even try hold it back. But, she would definitely not stand for anyone bullying or being horrible to the child. If anyone made the kid cry they'd feel the full wrath of Yellow Diamond. She protects the kid no matter what and might teach them to fight, but just can't wait for White or Blue to take the kid off of her hands. However, the child does have a special place in her heart, though she'll not let anyone see that.

Blue would practically wrap the kid in bubble warp. She'd molly coddle them and stick by their side 24/7. No doubt she would have a full first aid kit in her hand bag and would overreact if the kid got a tiny scratch. Just wraps the entire limb in a badnge. She just can't say no to the kid and would buy them anything they want. That kid would be spoiled. She wouldn't hesitate to lecture the kid if they did something wrong. If, for some reason, the kid ended up crying because of her words then she'd end up crying too. To apologise she would take the kid to McDonald's, all while Yellow and White stand there unimpressed. This would mean it was down to White and Yellow to teach the kid the rights and wrongs of life. Blue just doesn't have the heart to make the child feel upset.

Overall, they would probably make great mums.

[pyjamacryptid]

The first time I watched the BBC Merlin finale, my mum tried to join me. When the credits were rolling, one half of the couch was taken up by me trying to hold back ugly tears (and failing), the other half was my mum, asleep. She woke up all disorientated like “what happened?” and I said “Arthur died 😭” and she said “oh. well, we knew that was going to happen” and put her head back down

[yakultii]

can’t talk rn working on my $5 kmart gem art

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2023

21 NOVEMBER 2023 || The Princess of Wales, along with Prince William, attended the State Banquet hosted in honor of the South Korean Presidential Couple at Buckingham Palace in London.

Catherine opted for -

↬ Bespoke 'Anemone' gown with Hibiscus Embroidery in 'White' by Jenny Packham

↬ Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mother's Strathmore Rose Tiara

↬ Queen Elizabeth II's Diamond Orbital Frame Earrings

↬ Royal Family Order of Queen Elizabeth II

↬ Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order Star

↬ Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order Sash

↬ Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order Badge

↬ 'Maud' Pearl-Embellished Satin Clutch Bag in 'Ivory' by Anya Hindmarch

↬ 'Monseratt 16BT' Women's Silk Lined Leather Opera Gloves by Paula Rowan

↬ 'Rania 105' Pumps in 'Silver' by Gianvito Rossi

[icegirl2772]

Going to the Concert Made Me Wanna Watch the Show Again

My comment so far on the pilot: We needed more Mr. X - especially him randomly appearing and teaching dances.

My mum's (aka my concert buddy) comment so far on the pilot: Logan hasn't aged a day (and she also thought James was wearing a wig)

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Driving Habits  -Heartslabyul Edition

Can they drive? If so, what kind of drivers are they? What are their car habits?

Characters; Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond & Trey Clover

Content; swearing, mentions of road rage

Author’s Note; NRC has a school radio for this (honestly a school radio would be kinda cool ngl), pretending that TWST gets our music from here

Word Count; 900+

Find the Rest of the Series; Savanaclaw, Octavinelle, Scarabia, Pomefiore, Ignihyde, Diasomnia

Author’s Note; As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

Riddle Rosehearts

Follows the rules of the road to a T. If he’s feeling a bit adventurous he may go a little faster than the speed limit but that’s pretty much it. Has his routes memorized and hates taking different ones.

Would probably listen to a news/classical music radio station. No one is allowed to change it under any circumstance. He controls the aux.

Keeps his phone on silent and in the back seat to avoid distraction. It doesn’t matter who calls or texts him, he is only looking and potentially answering it once he reaches his destination.

The only sign that the car is not brand new is the little hedgehog plush that sits on his dash and a novelty cake air freshener… and a cursed Bibble bumper sticker that Ace put on that will not budge and it infuriates him to no end.

Has bad road rage, but is usually just content to condemn the interloper by muttering to himself. Has laid down on the horn for those who really crossed the line and turns up his music to try and calm down.

Ace Trappola

Semi-decent driver, not the best, not the worst. A bit of a speed demon but not to the extent of getting ticketed. Sometimes forgets some rules of the road, but nothing major.

The glove box is filled with snacks; he did not keep the manual for the car. He probably listens to some magic podcast (only when he’s alone), ‘90s-2000s pop (again alone), and with friends, he plays alternative rap or classic rock. Trey did catch him singing his heart out to Barbie Girl and he’s still mortified.

His phone is sitting in the cupholder and he checks it at red lights (do not be like Ace).

Probably has a magic eight-ball on his dash. Has an assortment of bumper stickers ranging from “I honk for MILFs” to qr stickers to the most hated songs, but not to the point that you can’t make out what they are.

Also has road rage, and will flip off and honk at people. People will do the same to him when he breaks the rules of the road and gets mad at them, starting a honking war.

Deuce Spade

A defensive driver, and tends to go a bit slower than the speed limit. He knows that the only thing he can control on the road is himself, and holds himself accountable. He also does regular maintenance on it to keep it to road standards.

Usually doesn’t listen to the radio or a playlist while driving. If he does decide to put something on though it’s usually very quiet so it doesn’t distract him.

His phone is on silent and in the back. He pulls over whenever he hears his emergency contact (mum) call, turns off the car and takes the call outside.

Has a little chicken sitting on his rear view mirror. He also has a few trinkets from friends but nothing too large or distracting. Cleans it out whenever he notices a mess. Ace has also tagged his bumper sticker but with the “No Bitches?” meme, he wasn’t happy finding it.

He tries his best to stay calm and has only honked at people a few times. Has only gotten pissed on a few occasions but those people were most likely driving dangerously.

Cater Diamond

He’s an average driver. Drives defensively thanks to the lessons he had to sit through with his two older sisters.

You can usually catch him singing along to pop and indie songs, or whatever is popular. He also keeps his car clean, but not so clean that it doesn’t look lived in.

His phone isn’t on silent, but he does keep it in a small bag on the floor of the front passenger side. Yes, it does occasionally distract him but he has not yet texted or called while driving.

Definitely has an aesthetic figurine sitting on his dash. Probably would also have a crystal hanging from the rear view mirror. He has a few other things hanging around, including an extra cardigan tied to the back of the driver’s seat.

Doesn’t get road rage per se, but he does trash talk people’s driving. He probably had a dash cam installed so he could record potential events that he could vent about on a separate account; he doesn’t want his online personality getting tarnished due to someone cutting him off and letting out muttered insults.

Trey Clover

A great defensive driver. Will offer to give lessons to his younger dorm mates if he notices them struggling. Mini van haver.

He listens to the school radio, enjoying the random songs that come on and also the local weather report. He gets less enthused though if he hears about the latest shenanigans any of his younger dorm mates get into.

His phone isn’t on silent, but he keeps it in the back seat; he can’t afford to have it on silent, less something or someone catches on fire. He eventually will get a blue tooth earpiece; the last time he didn’t pick up for Riddle, the flamingos managed to escape.

He doesn’t have many of his own personal decorations, but his siblings have left behind some of their toys whenever he has to drive them places when his parents are busy. You can also always find some sort of snack hiding around somewhere.

He just sighs heavily whenever someone cuts him off or is otherwise just rude. The only time you can see him get irritated is if that happens while his siblings or friends are in the car with him.

[baeshijima]

it is now officially the 25th which means...

merry christmas everyone !!! regardless of whether u celebrate or not, i hope u all have a lovely day with whoever u spend it with or with urself <33

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

Day 8 (September 30) - Free Day!

Birds chippered and sang songs of pleasant memories of night and morning, the sunlight shining around the calm neighborhood of the Queendom of Roses’ beautiful winter landscape. Every single building of brick coated in winter decor and snow and icicles on every framed window and gutter drain in a beautiful painting like state. Deep in the special view of the town surrounded by trees and buildings in perfect unison of nature and man is a cute little two story home big enough for a typical family just perfectly centered of the town’s main road and the nature path that goes up into a large majestic mountain, bricks of the walls deep red and secured in a warm snug but one can tell is able to be cool during the hot summer days and nights with a black well done shingles with a very lovely matching red and black chimney that comes up the left side of the home peeking out the top of the roof splitting it open like a hole of a giant. Within this home a young man finishes spreading some strawberry jam across soft yellow toast and places the piece of bread on a plate alongside three other slices of toast with different spreads from marmalade to butter to a chocolate butter spread to go in harmony with the jammed one. 

Ace smiles, nose flush from the cold, as his pale freckled hands grab the wooden tray in his hands and turned on his fuzzy slipper heel around and waltz out the kitchen’s open wall with a soft hum. He made his way to the stairs and got to the second floor with no worries of the morning time rolls, pausing his step once one of the doors opened and a tall muscular tall steps out scratching at his bare chest with a tired yawn. The older one turned his head and looked over at Ace with the wooden tray, “Morning lil bro..” He mumbled. The younger chuckles, “Morning big bro.” The older brother glanced at the tray then to these stairs by the hall's end and slowly smirks, Ace feeling a ping of dread imminently in his chest. “Rocket, no-” The two gingers move in fast walks down the hall to those steps as they both try to step forward the other while one has a smirking expression of older sibling tease and the other has a worried yet stern expression. “I just remembered a fun story to tell our guest-” “You are not waking up my Housewarden to tell an embarrassing story about me, fuck off!”

Ace opens the single door up the stairs, shutting his older brother out in a fast swift door slam. He sighs once the door was closed and turned to the room, a small loft or attic like space where it’s very vast of wooden beams and brick walls that has faded and stained over the many years, scattered boxes full of different things and junk and some trash bags full of more junk but otherwise the floor was rather clean and tidy, a large brick block of the chimney showing from the fireplace on the ground floor, and in the room’s center in a large sofa with a few thick blankets and a red and white patterned quilt is a small red haired boy who’s all snuggled and comfy under the warmth of the covers gifted him, a single small window shines the sun light down to his beautiful doll like face as if the Heavens present the beautiful art piece before the ginger haired lad.

After catching the nearly forgotten air that left his throat, Ace walked closer to the sleeping Riddle who now stirs softly as he begins to wake up from his slumber. “Good morning rosebud.” He said softly as he allowed his boyfriend to sit up on the soft sofa and watch him yawn and stretch, Riddle dressed in a large basketball t-shirt as his red hair is a mess, before he placed the wooden tray of a cup of tea and the toast spread with a smile. Riddle smiles sleepily and carefully takes the cup of warm tea into his hands, his plush lips blowing against the steam as his cheeks flush in morning winter air and the tea’s heat bouncing off his face.

~  ~

Night Raven Collage’s lovely Mirror Chamber gets really crowded as winter break comes to the day, a fun moment of time where everyone heads home for the ends of December and the beginning of January.All seven dorms huddle together in the room, chats and murmurs flying across the room as the students stand around excitedly to go to their hometowns for the weeks to come while carrying bags and other forms of luggage with their persons. As everyone is distracted, a small group of a dorm huddles near each other to not get lost or trip over with the waves upon waves of students around them. 

Ace holds Riddle’s hands as he whines, “Please call me when you have time! I want to make sure you’re not lonely, and if you ever need to talk to me as a boyfriend or as a fellow Heartslabyul school mate please call me!” Riddle giggles softly as he squeezes the ginger’s hands back, “Of course, that goes for you too Ace.” They both soon stare at each other, the look of despair of the idea of parting clear in their eyes as Ace’s lip quiver. “Great Seven you’re like a puppy separated from their owner.” Said Trey, astonished by the way his childhood friend has Ace Trappola on his small palms of his hands after a few months since the two became a thing.

“Alright, those who live in Lake Core within the Queendom of Roses, please step in line and cross the mirror!” Called out Crowley among the sea of students, many already moving forward in hurried feet and hurried goodbyes and promises to call. With said eyes and hesitant movements, Riddle leaned up fast and gave Ace a peck on the lips before letting go of his hands. Trey, similar to his friend, gave Cater a kiss on the lips as well and a tight hug. “Call me if you’re stressed, ‘kay Cay?” He whispered, just loud enough people heard though. Unlike the two in front of them, these two were very obviously a couple which no one really complained about, they minded their own piece. Cater squeezes and nods. Once that was out of the way, the green haired man and redhead Housewarden parted from their different ginger lovers and headed to the mirror. Though it was obvious from Riddle’s walk he was dragging his cold feet desperately behind him…

—

Ace and Riddle walked down stairs to the ground floor living room, barely missing the Christmas tree that is resting right by the stair’s end as the branches reach out and touch them softly. Now the kitchen is a man with a rugged strawberry blond thin beard who’s pouring a cup of coffee in a red clay mug dressed in a fuzzy red robe and black checkered sweatpants, his height taller than the three young men in the home and his eyes a cool misty orange like a cloudy sunrise within tired eyes of age. The man smiles at the pair as he sips the coffee with a groggy yet still welcoming voice, “Good morning you two. Sleep well? Sorry if the attic was cold, Riddle.” Riddle shook his head, “Oh no it was fine, honest! Thank you again for letting me stay the night, I’m sorry that it was last minute.” “Nonsense, a friend of my son was in need of a place to stay, it’s the least I can do.”

Ace smiled some and moved to the left so his father could walk to the living room area down the hall, turning to his boyfriend with a softer smile and even softer eyes, “How are you feeling?” He asked, a hand on his small shoulder. The redhead rubbed his arm some, eyes towards the tile floor of the kitchen. Ace rubbed his red locks and mumbled, “It’s okay babe, take your time. I’ll get my coat and I can show you around Carol Marsh to relax your head.”

~  ~ 

Ace eats some of the pulled pork his father and brother made earlier that night, the TV playing the season’s biggest game of championship croquet as the three males sit on the baggy sofa of the living room with plates in their hands. He and Rocket lean close to each other as they stomp their feet in a single beat of six, grinning ear to ear. “Come on Lewis Hair! Go go go!” They both cheer and chant as an athlete hurries to dress in red and white, watching as his mallet swings down as he rides his noble pure white steed and hitting a black ball into a hoop above. The Trappola family shoot up and cheer, the father being quick and catching the food when they stand, the brother jumping up and down cheering a song of victory, and the youngest jumping on both their old backs laughing and cheering.

It’s been a good two weeks since Ace arrived back for winter break and it’s been very fun and very Trappola; He visited his grandparents and mother, he’s been staying primarily with his dad, his older brother Rocket has a few weeks off from his job, he got great gifts for Yule, and now his hometown croquet game of The Wanderers have won the winter season game of the championships! Winter break is just good for him. Outside of these fun activities he also joined in video calls with his closest friends from Basketball Club or some Heartslabyul folks, meeting up with Deuce at one point and chilling at the ice rink with him, and of course being in a distance away from one another he also had a video call or two with his boyfriend Riddle who he’s aware is slowly losing it back home. 

As if on cue, Ace’s attention to his family and the celebration he’s feeling was pulled away thanks to his phone vibrating in his pocket. Upon taking his phone out he sees a familiar cute picture of said boyfriend during his recent birthday celebration, hinting the redhead is calling him now. “Excuse me, I have to take this.” Said the shorter one of three as he goes to the dining room, the fireplace still hung with stockings with care and warming the room so perfectly well even as the embers were dying low, rolling his red eyes at Rocket’s little teasing as he answers, “Hey there Riddle, miss me-” He pauses. He heard a familiar noise, a noise he grew more than familiar after dating this young man. “H-Hey, what’s wrong? Why are you crying…?” He hears Riddle sniff, his heart breaking in his ribs. “Ace I… I can’t… I can’t deal with this anymore…” Ace feels his blood run ice cold upon hearing those words, picturing his boyfriend’s red and tear and snot covered face hiding somewhere cold and alone as he calls him. 

Riddle shakily clings to his cell phone for dear life, tears rolling down his cheek, one being slightly red and swelling. He hiccups through the phone’s mic as he tries to be quiet with his distraught noises as if trying to not alert his mother his tears but also to not let Ace know he’s crying so. “Okay okay, breath, breath babe, where are you right now?” Like Bloody Hell you can come see me… He thought but shakes his head to not think of it. “I-I’m at home, in my room… M-Mama and I had a fight b-because I told her that I… I was the one who ov…overblotted in the beginning of the y-year a-and…” He chews his bottom lip that trembles with the front row of his teeth as he recalls back of a few minutes ago. As he said, his mother was mentioning disgust of the Heartslabyul’s Overblot incident during the start of September, completely oblivious to who had the Overblot. Riddle, in pride of his dorm and making the plan to be more bold the new year to come, speaks up and confesses it was he who overblotted that day in the year prior. “Why would you overblot? What could possibly get you so stressed? You’re a Rosehearts, imagine what people will say if they hear this!” Are just a few gems his mother mined and presented out her mouth upon hearing the brave yet clumsy confession. It soon led to an argument where the son wanted to have a proper discussion of the mother’s actions in his life which suddenly took a harsh turn as her palm connected to his cheek, yanking his voice out his throat in a terrifying manner. He listened as she ranted and raved of his “disrespect” of his words and treatment towards her in numbed silence before she shunned him to his room in a huff.

“Second floor right?”

Riddle blinks and nods until he recalls he wasn’t seen yet, “Y-Yes… I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry… I-I know you’re busy and–” “Don’t even apologize. She’s gonna pay for making you cry!” Why the Housewarden found the words sweet, he knew he couldn’t let his boyfriend get into literal legal trouble over this, especially so late at night. “Ace, no, you can’t–” “Oh-ho-ho, like fuck I can’t! You’re not just my boyfriend, you’re also my Queen! And that means I’ll protect you from everything and everyone!” Riddle gasped, a tear sliding down his cheek as his heart floated into his throat. Ace… He thought, feeling himself smile softly at the idea of his lover protecting him so diligently in battle like a brave Knave with his Queen. He shakes his head again. It still won’t help “Ace–” “Turn around.”

Confused yet curious, as he always seems to be dating this ginger trouble maker, turn his body around until he’s facing his main window right behind his bed frame. He pauses fast seeing a silhouette of a person on a broom by the window. He doesn’t even have the wait for the flier to knock on the glass before he hung up the phone and leaped onto his red plush bed and swung that window wide open, the cold air clinging fast onto his skin as he stared up at the one and only Ace Trappola sitting there on his broom with a look like he left as fast as he could. Ace smirks down at him, “Did someone order a boyfriend?”

Riddle couldn’t help but smile at the cheesy line, his heart feeling better than earlier. That was until fear hit him like a truck when hearing an oh so familiar voice of a woman come from the hall outside his bedchamber door. “Riddle? What is that noise?”

Heart beating fast, Riddle tries to shoo Ace away, “Leave, you have to leave now..!” He stretches his arms out until his palms on the firm chest of the ginger and goes to push him away as his hushed raspy whisper of a voice coaches him away. But instead of turning away like instructed, Ace held those hands in his own, eyes soft but serious as to his voice, “I can’t do that and you know it. Please, get on the broom, rosebud.” As heels click and clack against hardwood floors Riddle weighs the options of banishing Ace away for the night when he came all this way or, and as foolishly as it sounds, take the offer of fleeing the scene. “Let me help you…”

The door of his bedroom opened right when he made the crazy choice, his body leaped from the bed into Ace’s arms that held home close in warm comfort as if that’s what those arms were made for, the winter air nipping and hugging tight around him officially now as he managed to the outside finally. Within a flash the pair were already a good mile away from the Rosehearts’ estate as the screaming calls of Riddle’s mother fades deeper and deeper into the wind that whisk and howl against his sore ears, his sock covered feet shiver in the cold as he clings to Ace tightly, holding back the verge of sobbing in fear ice will form in his eyes instead of the sad tears of pain and… freedom.

—

After that moment the night prior Riddle calmed down in the comforting space of the Trappola’s home’s attic and soon called his mother that he needs space from her and turned off his cell for the night in thanks of Ace’s support and care throughout the night, he doesn’t fully quite know when he’ll leave to go back but he knows when he does he has to make a very hard decision.

Riddle glanced up from his mitted hands as Ace hurried over with two cups of warm drinks in his own mitted hands, a strong sense of deja-vu hitting him like sea sickness on the great wide ocean. “Hey, I ordered you a Strawberry Latte since I don’t really know what else you would’ve liked. Don’t worry, best coffee Queendom of Roses can offer!” Ace said with a smile as he hands Riddle the cup of joe, who smiles small in return and accepts the cup. The two sit side by side on the park bench, sipping their coffees in small silence as people of the town walk around the park or the shops nearby. “So,” Ace started, not yet looking at Riddle in case it was not the right time, “What do you want to do now?”

Riddle looks down at his latte in his hand and sighs, his breath visible due thanks to the cold of winter greetings, “I honestly don’t know… How… How do I even face her? I-I disrespected her wishes and—” “No no no, don’t start that rosebud. Disrespecting her wishes? You stood up for yourself and she’s the one who crossed a line and disrespected you.” The Housewarden sighs. He knows Ace is right, but he still can’t quite shake the feeling of quilt that consumes his chest and heart. He hears a sigh beside him before he feels an arm snake around his shoulders and huddle him close, his face going warm at the sudden intimate nature of the hug. “A-Ace—” “I know it’s scary. I may not ever know what you’re going through. But I do know I love you too much to let you do this battle alone. Things will get better. I promise.”

Riddle slowly let his shoulders fall less tense as his head soon found it’s way resting peacefully against the shoulder it leans on, watching the winter scene in front of them in silence as the feelings of happiness, sorrow, and peace buzz in his chest like a busy bee hive.

—

Life afterwards was chaotic but was much easier in flow. Right after calming down in the park, the pair went back to Ace’s home and opened up to his father and brother on what happened and that… Ace and Riddle are in love. Ace’s family accepts the relationship whole-heartedly, sure his mother might need some time to wrap her head around it but otherwise it went well! Though, sadly, Riddle wasn’t meant to stay at the Trappola’s for long. But he was lucky to have Trey offer a home for the rest of the final week of Winter Break where he calmed down better and hung out with him and Chenya for the rest of the vacation.

School life is also somewhat better after the break! Ace managed to become the Basketball Club’s team captain and they even won some games thanks to Ace’s strong leadership! It didn’t take much longer after the first day back where everyone became aware of the two polar opposites’ romantic relationship together, and they were all mostly positive words and manners of the two. By the time the semester finally came to an end, starting a new life with Ace starting as a sophomore and Riddle in his senior year, things finally came to an end with Riddle’s heartache and sorrows. Many were shocked if they heard that after the break a year earlier Riddle went to Azul for a favor, in exchange of this so-called favor he was going to give the octopus his very special Unique Magic until the contract was fulfilled… To get away from his mother.

Court was tedious, to say the least. Azul’s step-father, a well good lawyer who handles many cases, was able to give Riddle the win he needed to finally breath outside his family’s name as he finished up the disownment of them with testimonies of neighbors, Trey, Chenya, and students of Night Raven of the treatment towards him for years of his life. Every Rosehearts’ face and name was dragged across the sticky mud they call estrangement and dishonor throughout that nail biting terrible process that was merely drawn out due to Mrs. Rosehearts’ many pleas and arguments on the matter. In the end, Riddle felt like he was able to breathe again when the courts allowed him freedom from under that iron fist and led thumb. His heart was so eager and full of life once again as if he’s been dead for years!

And throughout every step, Ace was always there smiling and comforting him as lovers do…

“Rosebud, come on, we’re going to be late!”

Riddle blinked and looked from the wall he was facing. There standing in the hallway is Ace dressed to the nines in a suit and tie and his ginger thick hair groomed back, his face no longer that typical youthful teenage smoothness he was somehow gifted with but now filled out in the sharp edges of the jaw and neckline. The man there instead of that trouble making loving teenager he knew smiles as he leans on the wall. “You know how Deuce gets when we’re late.” The redhead smiles and walks to him, pecking his lips as he gets closer, at long last their height isn’t as bad as the past’s.

After many years of back and forth battles, the two were able to settle in this average plane of a happy life together domestically. Riddle graduated and gave the crown to Ace who has grown to a great Housewarden, worked hard and got a job as a child doctor. Though he wasn’t Doctor Rosehearts anymore, but a Doctor Clover after the amazing surprise in the graduation of Trey a year earlier for Riddle with his family offering to take the lad in as his own. But of course he still wasn’t just Doctor Clover forever as things went swimmingly well and fast sometime after Ace graduated and got a job as an officer of the law in town, which yeah it wasn’t as car chasing save the damsel kind of fun Ace grew up with but he’s happy with it the most, and after one faithful February 14th the ginger went on one knee and asked his former Housewarden, enemy of teenage feels, first love, crush, and boyfriend the very wait worthy question; “Will you marry me?” “Sorry, just enjoy memory lane.” Said Riddle as he snuggles against Ace’s stern neck and gives the warm flesh a soft peck with a giggling smirk. He hears Ace snort and feels his strong arms hug him close. Thank Seven you were in my dorm… He thought in glee as he hugs his husband back with a good squeeze.

FINAL DAY OF RIDOACE IS HERE! I'M GONNA CRY!

I also for no reason made Riddle's and Ace's houses on the Sims4

Just go to Raestorm666 for a free download!

@ridoaceweek, thank you so much for letting me explore this ship as I did! I hope to see yall next year! Also, feel free to send asks my way of these two if you so desire!

[confessiononadancefloor]

literally let the voice of love take you higher... let the joy of love give you answers...

[ghost-of-you]

im over here all "i cant believe he went from that song to that song to that song" as if that album wasn't the album to give the most visceral reaction to every single song in it.

[world-of-wales]

CATHERINE'S STYLE FILES - 2022

6 DECEMBER 2022 || The Princess of Wales attended the Diplomatic Corps Reception at Buckingham Palace in London along with The Prince of Wales and other members of the Royal Family.

Catherine opted for -

Shimmering Red 'Elodie' Gown by Jenny Packham

Queen Elizabeth, The Queen Mum's Lotus Flower Tiara

Queen Elizabeth II's Diamond Orbital Frame Earrings

Royal Family Order of Queen Elizabeth II

Art Deco Diamond Set Brooch from Bentley & Skinner

Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order Sash and Badge

Dame Grand Cross of the Royal Victorian Order Star

[passiveagressiveintrovert]

god i fucking love the antiques roadshow. absolute S tier show

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[severus-snaps]

can you imagine if severus had lived and went on teaching at hogwarts? everyone would think he was the COOLEST TEACHER EVER.

helped save the wizarding world by defying voldemort. dark and mysterious past so any number of rumours could arise. known tendency to do good deeds and not tell anyone, providing scope for the evillest rumours to have some 'greater/secretly good' twist aspect. supposedly brutal death, survived. got the scars to prove it broody, distant personality and will never discuss anything but the work with students, no matter how much they ask.

this is fertile ground for school rumours, the most fertile you've ever seen. when i was in school there was a physics teacher who (rumour had it) used to be a guard at a diamond mine in south africa, and he supposedly had a bullet wound scar - and ignoring the ethics of that for a moment - the girls adored him and thought he was the hottest teacher ever, the guys thought he was so cool, and not a one of us gave a shit about physics

the snape rumours change every day. there's five variations on each one. there's snape lore in the school that you have to brush up on as a first-year. the kids are DESPERATE to get a scathing snape burn in class. when he's cruel and demeaning, the kids' faces LIGHT UP and he's furious that that doesn't work any more so most of the time he gives the class the silent treatment

harry's shouted out everywhere that Sev did it all for Lily, and so the girls and single mums (and some not single mums) think he's the god of romance. suddenly sev finds himself the new Lockhart, and he LOATHES IT

he receives firewhiskey and care packages from thankful parents for the first few years, so much that he has to start re-gifting them in the staffroom, and he even gains a little bit of weight from all the chocolate cauldrons. he stops attending breakfast for the first few weeks, because all the owls with letters of thanks were disruptive

he asks one time in class if anyone had any questions about the cure for boils and EVERY hand goes up. he pauses, surveying the class. "are there any questions about the potion" he says, and every hand goes down - but one.

"did you ever use this potion defeat Voldemort"

he considers resigning in that moment, but at least hogwarts keeps him away from his #1 enemy - media attention. kids are easier to keep in line than journalists. unfortunately the other teachers think all of this is hilarious, and give him a daily run-down of their favourites in the staffroom

eventually Sev starts putting out his own far-fetched rumours via staged, easily overheard conversations near students with minerva - just to be a little shit about it. [edit to add: @redabeline wrote a fic!!]

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Chapter Twenty-Five - Future Mrs Ricciardo

Daniel is a Formula One driver, but, more importantly, he was a single dad to a wonderful little girl. He wants her to be a normal little girl, to have a normal social life, so he sends her to daycare. That was where she met Milo, her future best friend.

Milo's mother was incredibly stressed. She worked so hard to provide a good life for her son. But then he makes a new friend, a friend who has a hot dad (ofc they fall in love)

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Daniel spent all of December and January ring shopping. It was just so difficult, trying to decide on the perfect one. He'd seen the dainty rings she wore on her finger. All of them were flat. None of them were the kind of ring with a rock.

Something flat. Daniel knew she would like something flat, something that didn't have any kind of diamond sticking out. But that made finding the perfect one so much harder.

First, Daniel wanted to ask her and Milo to move into his house. By February, he'd decided it was time, decided he wanted to pick up all of her things and move them to his house. He wanted to see her books on the shelves, her blankets on the sofa, her mug beside his in the cupboards.

Fast forward to Valentines day. Olivia was supposed to be at her mothers house, but Kerry-Ann had a date and begged Daniel to take her.

(She watched the entire interaction, watched the way Kerry-Ann stepped closer to Daniel. Her hand touched his chest and she pouted her lips, begging him to take Olivia while she went on her Valentines date. The fact that she thought she needed to beg showed she really didn't know Daniel at all.)

Olivia and Milo spent the night at Olivia's Grand Parent's house. They watched movies, ate dinner in front of the television and filled in their colouring books until they went to bed.

"I'm thinking dinner and a movie," said Daniel as he pulled her towards him, pulling her onto his lap.

She straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I think I like what you're thinking," she said and kissed him, playing with the hair at the back of his neck. "But I'm also happy with staying here and breaking the couch in."

Daniel couldn't help but frown. "The couch isn't new," he answered, and she bounced in his lap. His eyes widened. "Oh wow," he said. "Wow, yeah, I like that." His hands settled on her hips. "But I do still want to take you out for dinner."

When she pouted, Daniel kissed her and her pout disappeared. "Come on, my love," he said. "It's our first Valentines day together and I want to treat you."

She kissed him again. "Okay. But, instead of a movie, we can come back here and..."

"I love it." He stood up and gently put her on the floor. "Go and get dressed. I wasn't to get you back here as soon as possible." Daniel pointed her in the direction of the bedroom and smacked her ass, as if to get her going.

She got showered and dressed in as quick a time as she could. She dried and brushed her hair, styling it with pins, and did her makeup. If they were going for dinner, she was going to make sure she looked fucking perfect.

When Daniel walked into the bedroom to retrieve a his own clothes, he covered his eyes. "I'm not looking, I swear," he said as he dug through the closet.

He got changed in the living room, folding his clothes and leaving them on the couch. When he was ready, Daniel sat down and called his daughter.

When she walked out of the bedroom and into the living room, Daniel damn near dropped his phone. "Is that my momma?" Milo asked, his face appearing on the screen.

"Yeah, Milo, it is," he said as he strode over to her. He turned the camera around, showing Milo and Olivia just how gorgeous she looked. She did a twirl and took the phone from Daniel, saying hello to the kids as he stood behind her, hands on her hips.

"Well, we'll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?" She said to Milo and Olivia.

"Bye, guys!" Daniel called from behind her.

"Bye!" Milo and Olivia chorused, ending the call.

When Daniel turned her around, she slipped his phone into his pocket. She kissed the underside of his jaw as Daniel gripped her hips. "You know, now I kinda regret insisting that we go to dinner."

She stepped away from him, giving him an unimpressed look as she did so. "I did not get all pretty like this for nothing." She pressed a finger to his chest as she said it. "C'mon, Honey Badger. Take me to dinner."

Dinner was, well, fantastic. It was a small Italian place. Daniel hadn't given his real name when making the reservation, and they damn near shit their pants when he walked in.

They couldn't be more apologetic that they'd sat them in one of the worst seats in the house. But it was Valentines day and it was incredibly busy.

But the food was good, the service was good and the wine went to her head a little bit. Their table was lit by candles. Everything was perfect.

Daniel had his arm wrapped around her as they walked down the street. They didn't head back to the car immediately, instead walking under the stars. "Hang on," he said, stopping to tie his shoelaces.

But his shoelaces were tied already. And, suddenly, he had a little black box in his hand. "Y/N," Daniel called and she turned towards him. "I've got an important question."

Her hands covered her mouth as he pulled open the box. What kind of ring would a man like Daniel choose for her? Whatever it was, she'd wear it with pride.

But the box didn't have a ring inside. No, it had a key. "Will you move in with me?"

She couldn't stop herself from hitting his shoulder. "Asshole, I thought you were going to propose!"

Still, Daniel was on his knee, waiting for an answer. "Yes," she said, taking the key from the box. "Yes, I'll move in with you."

Daniel stood up and kissed her. "Let me take you home, Roomie," he said with a grin, taking her hand and leading her back to the car. "I just gotta know, will you smack me like that when I do propose?"

"Propose and find out," she said with a grin as Daniel pulled open the car door for her.

When the season started a month later, Daniel wanted to take her everywhere with him. He wanted her by his side as he walked through the paddock, wanted her watching him as he drove.

But she was still working and he went alone. But it was okay, it just meant that she'd be at home, watching the race with the kids.

The drivers that had met her, loved her. They asked Daniel about her whenever they got a moment. He loved talking about her. He loved talking about all of his little family and couldn't stop once he'd started.

Only Max knew he was going to propose. Only Max had seen the ring. Only Max knew how Daniel was going to do it. He just needed to give his friend a little reassurance.

It was back in Australia. Daniel had a weekend of no racing and he wanted to get away.

He booked a cabin for the two of them, took her away for just the weekend while Milo and Olivia stayed with his parents. Daniel didn't tell her. He didn't tell her until he was packing their bags (with no idea what to pack for her).

She walked in on him, shoving things into their bags. "Danny," she said softly, placing her hand on his shoulders. "What're you doing?"

He let out a sigh as he stood up. "I... am taking you away for the weekend."

Holy shit, he was going to propose.

Wordlessly, she began putting things into her bag. She grabbed things from her underwear drawer and put them in her bag without letting Daniel see what it was.

Once her bag was zipped up, she turned to him and threw her arms around his shoulders. "Love you," she said as she kissed him.

Daniel could hardly keep himself from telling her as he drove them up to the cabin. He kept his hand on her thigh as he parked up (doing that thing where he drove with one hand, palm against the steering wheel).

Their bags weren't heavy, but Daniel insisted on carrying both of them. The cabin was nice and secluded, the next one a few miles doing the road.

"Have you ever fucked on a porch?" He grinned as he carried the bags into the cabin, flexing like crazy.

They had sex on the porch. They had sex on the rug, sex by the fire. It was damn near impossible to separate them.

Daniel was constantly looking for the right moment to propose. He wanted to, he so badly wanted to. But it wasn't the right moment.

The right moment came on Sunday. They'd spent the night unable to separate, his cock moving through her folds, her body moving on top of his.

In the morning light, with her body wrapped in the white sheets, hair covering the pillow, Daniel found his moment. He wrapped his arms around her mid section and pulled her closer. "Marry me," he said and kissed her bare shoulder.

"Sure," she muttered, fingers tracing his tattoo.

"No, I'm being serious," he said, turning her body to face him. "Marry me."

She grinned and leaned in to kiss him. "Yes, Daniel Ricciardo, I'll marry you."

Suddenly Daniel was out of the bed. He ran to his bag, pulled the ring from its box and slipped it onto her finger. "Future Mrs Ricciardo," he whispered and kissed her, pulling her body against his.

(When they picked up the kids later that evening, Daniel introduced Y/N to his parents as his ex girlfriend. Nobody was impressed by that.)

FIN

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