#duke of mania

[vorpaling]

my heart… it can’t breathe

[julskylyly]

I was recently thinking about them and how Mania!Skoll is completely stressed and horrified of Shadow!Skoll, because it's his inner sane and traumatised self he doesn't want to acknowledge.

ok SO,

when I first made Skoll obviously I was going through the Shivering Isles route - AND I imagined he becomes the Duke of Mania. At first I had this idea that the Grove of Reflection (my personal fave quest btw) persona didn’t disappear but instead haunts the Mania!Skoll - like idk, I had this idea that the shadow one was the last part of his sanity or something.

Now I revisited the idea and we’re not that deep anymore, just Skoll refusing to take his meds xD

and shark teethies

and split tongue

because why not

it’s Mania

jk might bring the GoR shadow!Skoll back, cause I like the idea

[filmjunky-99]

s a l ò, o r t h e 1 2 0 d a y s o f s o d o m (salò o le 120 giornate di sodoma), 1975 🎬 dir. pier paolo pasolini 'Circle of Manias'

[writers-blogck]

The Cold Comes In‎‎ 『RE8 Lords ( Ethan Winters ) x Reader‎』

Happy 2023!

So, I want to put a note here very quickly just to let you know that some of the previous chapters have been/will be revised (mainly added to and fixing grammar errors)

I will be putting a Revisited On: on the Table of Contents and then the date so you can know if anything was added since you last read it. I will also put what was Revised, such as putting that +2,000 words added, Grammar Check, etc. 

Also, we are going to ignore how I said the update would be soon and now it is three months later. I ended up losing my job and then getting another one so I have been busy and hectic! But here it is! The other reason that this chapter took me so long is that I prefer for these chapters to be over 5,000 words (hence the re-editing of past chapters and adding extra scenes) as I feel like it goes into more depth with the story. But, with this, I couldn't seem to naturally get it to that point without adding a scene that I didn't want to be in this chapter and instead, be the sole focus of the next. I hope you understand! 

Warning(s): N/A.

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Title: The Cold Comes In Description: Sometimes you have to understand that even things you have known all your life can be bad.  Pairing: RE8 Lords [ Ethan Winters ] x Reader Fandom: Resident Evil - Village Word Count: 3,989 Current Chapter: Eight Previous Chapter: The Sinful Seed Next Chapter: TBD Story Index    

        You awoke to the sound of the balcony door slamming shut. The wind was howling and a cool chill quickly entered the room, sending a shiver down your spine. The uncomfortable change was enough to wake you, jolting up in the plush bed. What was going on? You rubbed the back of your hand against your eyes, trying to get any remnants of sleep out of them. Desperately reaching around with your blurry vision, you grabbed an empty cup, deciding it was better than not having anything to use as a weapon. Was it one of the Sisters? No, not with that cold air...One of the terrible creatures that lurked around the castle? Oh, man...! You could never get a restful sleep, no matter where you were. You had taken the comfort of the bed for granted.

        As your vision fully returned to you, instead of seeing either of your guesses, there was a man. Wait...A man in the castle? A green windbreaker jacket and dusty blonde hair greeted you. Huh...It all looked familiar and once the fog lifted from your recently awoken eyes, you knew why. Ethan Winters? What in the world was he doing here? You hadn't heard any hint of him the entire time you had been in the Castle today. Sure, you had been pretty occupied with the Sisters but you still would have noticed if Ethan was around. You were certain of it. Right? The Sisters would surely be able to sense his presence if you somehow didn't. How long had you been asleep?

        There was a panicked look in his eyes, gun grasped tightly in his hand. He was covered in blood and dirt, looking more like how you appeared earlier in the day, but with more injuries. You doubted that the Sisters would let him take a nice bath in the Castle like you. Haha, funny joke...Wait a minute, you still had the question of why he was sneaking into a room while you were sleeping in it! That was a little creepy, you had to admit. Even for someone who was being hunted down by every living thing around him...That didn't give him the right to be creepy.

        "Ethan...?" 

        The man spun around quickly and raised the gun in your direction. Shit! He must not have noticed you in the room before coming in! Man, how distracted was he? Or had you been so bundled up in the blankets that you looked like a mountain of pillows? Raising your hands in the air with empty palms, you tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. It must have worked because, after a moment of the man taking in your appearance, he lowered the weapon while still keeping it unholstered. You let out a sigh of relief. No getting shot today, at least not at this moment. You were lucky he didn't automatically shoot in your direction instead of just pointing the gun. This made you wonder if he had come across Villagers in his travel...If everything that was around you was hostile, you would be shooting first and asking questions later. 

"        Jesus...I thought this room was empty." 

        "I can tell." Standing up from the bed, you moved closer to the father. He looked as though he hadn't slept in days. Perhaps he hadn't. He had huge bags under his eyes and his muscles were drooping as if it took every ounce of his energy to keep himself standing. Did he need to eat as well? He looked as though he had lost weight since the last time you saw him. It could be because of all the running was doing but you doubted that was the only reason. It was as if the Village was eating him alive. Poor guy. He really deserved the Father of the Year Award. Maybe even Parent of the Year. Did they make those? 

        "What are you doing in here?" You continued, crossing your arms over your chest. You didn't want it to make you look threatening but either way, he did just wake you up from a pretty deep sleep. That wasn't the most relaxing of situations. A nice sleep in a nice bed, he better have a good reason for this. You had large doubts that you would get to do this again anytime soon. Couldn't he have waited a few more hours before sneaking into the Castle? 

        Ethan was looking around the room as if a monster was going to jump out any second. He must be struggling with his time in the Village. He was extremely jumpy. It only made sense. You were curious about what he had been put through already. The Duke told you a few details here and there but never anything substantial. You had your own occurrences within the Village, but at least you didn't have to worry about the Lords killing you on sight. Just the monsters. What was the Village like to an outsider? It was strange enough for someone who had lived their entire life inside of it. It hadn't always been like this. There was a pang in your chest when you remembered what life had been like before the outbreak, as you called it. It still may not have been paradise but it would be considered a utopia compared to this.

        "I could ask you the same thing."

        "Well, I asked the question first so you owe me an answer if you want to get one from me. That's the rules."

        "I'm looking for my daughter."

        "I know that. I mean, why are you looking inside the Castle? Why are you in here, specifically? It isn't super easy to get inside so I doubt you just stumbled in. They don't just leave the door unlocked for bypassers to come in and get warm."

        "The Duke told me my daughter was in here...."

        Of course, he did. You wanted to groan, to run your hands through your hair, to do anything to show your displeasure. But, you kept that all to yourself. No need to stress this man out any more than he already was. He didn't know the truth behind the Duke and to be honest, you doubted you knew the full version yourself. He was elusive and liked to keep secrets, even from you. It was a bit hypocritical. He could keep secrets but expected you to tell him everything. Sure, you basically did tell him everything but that wasn't the point! He has the same irony that a parent had with their child.

        "I guess it would make sense if Mother Miranda doesn't have her, then Lady Dimitrescu would be the next best bet. The others have never cared for a child before, even remotely. Unless you count Lady Beneviento and her dolls but that may be a bit of a stretch." As you spoke, you walked over to a pile of clean clothes resting on a fancy chair. One of the Sisters must have placed them in here while you slept. You really needed to be more aware when you were asleep. How heavy of a sleeper were you? That might be something you needed to fix. 

        "Now it's your turn, why are you in the castle? Are you here because the Duke is as well? Have you seen my daughter, Rose?"

        "Excuse me?'

        "What do you mean, excuse me? What's confusing you? I found the Duke in one of the rooms here in the castle. He said if my daughter is anywhere on the premise, the Lady's champers will be the best bet. Are you here because he is in the Castle as well?" 

        You wanted to question him more, initially unaware that the Duke was also in the Castle until Ethan told you. He hadn't informed you of that part of his plan. Was it part of the plan? Was there even a plan?! You had no idea at this point! Nothing was going in the way that you expected! Sure, the Duke said things were going to change but you didn't expect the changes to affect you so much. You had hoped to just sit it all out on the sidelines in the Duke's Caravan. That was what he made it sound like the two of you would be doing, that is, until Ethan Winters arrived. 

        "No, I wish I was. You're not the only person dealing with some rather unique problems, Ethan Winters. I'm being tossed around from Lord to Lord like a strange new toy. Mother Miranda has ordered me to do so. I'm not yet sure of her true reasoning for it." You explained before continuing,

        "And the Lady Dimitrescu won't just let you go into her champers. She is a very private woman, even I haven't been able to sneak into her chambers that often. Even if you somehow do find your daughter, as long as Lady Dimitrescu is alive and kicking, she will not allow you to leave with your child. She needs Mother Miranda's approval like a fish needs water. Plus, the Sisters will do whatever their mother tells them to. Getting your daughter while any of them are still up and active is going to be near impossible. Hell, even just leaving the castle will be a challenge with the Dimitrescu Daughters and Mother still roaming." 

        "Then I'll get rid of the problems."

        "Have you fought them yet? The Sisters are hard enough, let alone their mother. Lady Dimitrescu has never met a suitable match, save perhaps for the other Lords. Even then, I would doubt that any of them other than Mother Miranda herself and perhaps Heisenberg, would be able to take her in a fight." You didn't like the idea of Ethan fighting the Sisters, you had known them for all your life and they were the closest thing to friends that you had. Yet, recently, they had gotten worse in their behavior. They were not the same girls you knew, not anymore. It was like the Village's evil had soaked deep in their bones, the Outbreak infecting them in a different way. 

        At least, you forced yourself to believe that they had changed. The other option was that you had always worn a pair of rose-colored glasses around them and it wasn't until they put your life in danger that you finally took them off.

        "I'm going to get my daughter back."

        "I'm not saying you won't. All I'm saying is that you need a plan heading into this fight. I never said they were undefeatable; just that it is going to be a real challenge to do so. They all have incredible healing abilities, all four of them." This was going to be a hard, perhaps nearly impossible task. After having spent today day with the Sisters, here you were, speaking to this intruder about how he might be able to injure them. It made your stomach churn. Did this make you a bad person? You were just leveling out the battlefields, giving Ethan a chance to survive. He could very easily still be killed even with your tips. You were just making it fair...You had to keep telling yourself that. 

        Though you may not want to think about it, you knew that the Sisters were bad entities on this Earth. They always had been but recently, the dark in them began to grow. The Sisters liked you. Maybe they actually cared, or maybe they viewed you like a little pet- either way, you were an exception to their sadistic side. Even thinking that you had to remember what Cassandra had done to you just hours before. She was willing to put you in danger just to get a laugh. She saw you as a toy that could be broken and tossed to the side, potentially forever. Had Cassandra intended for you to get hurt or did she simply not care one way or another?

        The other two sisters may not have been as bad to you as Cassandra but you had seen all of their dark sides, especially since the Outbreak. Daniela purposefully made Maids screw up just to watch them get punished by their mother or one of her sisters. Cassandra had a penchant for kicking anyone when she got the chance, literally. She kicked people when they were down. It was terrifying to think about what they were truly capable of - what they could do to you if they so willed it. They could break you like a twig, easily...

        Bela was not excused of the Sisters' sadistic nature. She was simply more cunning when it came to her enjoyment. She liked to watch her sisters cause problems with the servants, instead of getting her hands dirty herself. She also liked to chide the workers and cause more mental anguish than anything. She got pleasure when she saw fear in the girls' eyes. It made your stomach twist and turn. If things were just a little different, what would the Sisters do to you? Would they treat you just like the Maidens and Maids? Perhaps even worse? You really didn't know what made them treat you so differently. Was it because of your relationship with the Duke? 

        Pulling the large shirt off of your torso, Ethan quickly spun so his back was facing you. There was a time for decorum and a time to get the job done. At the moment, there was too much to think about to worry if this man saw you in your undergarments. With the Sisters, you had been in a more relaxed state of mind and felt more vulnerable. Now, all you could think of was the mission ahead. Ethan Winters was going to need help if he was going to get out of the Castle alive. There was work to be done and if the Duke taught you anything, it was the importance of doing a job properly. 

        It was nice to get these stranger's clothes off of you, finally. At least you knew that no one died in your own clothes. You assumed, anyway. The Duke was always the one to provide you with your necessities, such as your shoes and clothes. Either that or you made them yourself. You had doubts that the Duke would not give you a dead man's clothes. Maybe second-hand but even that seemed unlikely. His strange sense of grandeur wouldn't allow him to do something of the sort, if possible. He was a duke after all. What did a Duke call his children, you wondered. 

        "You need to rest. You said that you found the Duke in one of the chambers, yes? Go back to him. He will allow you to rest in his area, which neither Lady Dimitrescu nor the Sisters will invade. I'm not sure what's up with their relationship but it is the same with all of the Lords. He has a designated area where he is allowed to reside and for some unknown reason, the Lords cannot enter said spaces. If you require food or drink, the Duke will provide it for a price."

        "A price?" Ethan peeked back around to see that you had fully changed now and were pulling your huge coat on. It made you look tiny due to it being so much larger than the proper size that would fit you. One could say it swamped you. 

        "Yes, everything has a price."

        "I don't have any money on me."

        "Do you have anything that you've been picking up? Anything that may be of value?" You didn't know if that packrat mentality was just you or if it extended to others...You always were picking up things that didn't belong to you. They always just somehow found their way into your pockets. Whoops. 

        "I found a strange ruby ring and a really fancy bottle of wine...I've kept them in my pack, I really don't know why though..."

        "That will do. Trade with the Duke, he will take care of you. Tell him that I said you get a discount. This should be enough to get you some food and ammunition. Maybe even a chem bottle for your hand. Make sure you do not eat or drink anything you find in the Castle. I could not promise it would be safe to consume. If it is, I couldn't promise it came from something other than a human. But make sure you get something to eat from the Duke and rest up, you will need it. This is going to be very draining, let us hope in only the metaphorical way."

        "What about you?"

        "I'm going to get you a weapon that might allow you to actually kill Lady Dimitrescu. Your little gun isn't going to cut it. When you are well rested enough, go to the Temple of Worship. There I will give you the 'Dagger of Death's Flowers'. It is the only thing that is going to allow you to kill the Lady of the Castle. It drops any regenerative powers that she may have, just like the cold does to the sisters." You were checking the pockets of your coat as you spoke, ensuring everything was still there since you took it off to rest.

        "The cold?" 

        "Yes, due to the Sister's more unique physiology, they can not handle the cold air. Just as the dagger will break down any of Lady Dimitrescu's healing, the cold will do the same for the sisters. They also become more lethargic and slow-moving when they are in a direct shot of a breeze of cold air. You won't be able to deal with them if you aren't in a room that had outside access. You will need to use that to your advantage. If you are, run. Sometimes fleeing is your best bet until you get in a position where you have the upper hand. I will come and find you if you do not arrive at the temple in a certain amount of time." 

        "If you use any ammunition on the sisters before they get hit by cold air or on Lady Dimitrescu without getting the knife in her first, you will just be wasting bullets." You continued to explain. The Duke had been very strict on you knowing how to protect yourself from all of the Lords, lest the time come when you needed to. Whether you could actually perform the actions needed to hurt or kill them, was a different story. Yet, it was coming in handy now that you had to coach Ethan on what to do. 

        "Why are you helping me?" 

        "Man of Winter, I have been raised in this Village since I was born. I hate to see it be destroyed this way and though I may consider some of the residents my friends, I know that this collection of rulers will only hurt everything they touch. Something has changed within them and is only enhancing their dark side. If they control the entire Village, it is only a matter of time before they decide to expand their territory out into the rest of the world. I will not allow anyone else to have to go through this Hell because I was too scared to do something about it or felt too bad about making a decision. Before now, the Duke and I were alone. We couldn't do anything to change what was happening. But, here you are and for some reason, the Duke is convinced that you can fix all of this."

        "Fix this? I'm just here to get my daughter and then leave." Ethan Winter's tone sounded like he was trying to convince himself just as much as he was trying to convince you. He had been through something before, you could tell. No one else would be reacting in this way...You wondered if you would learn more about his past or if he would perish before he could tell you. You hoped the latter wouldn't be true.

        "The Duke believes otherwise. I don't understand why but he says that things are changing in the Village, big things, and they all revolve around you. I don't mean to add any pressure on your shoulders...You should just focus on getting your daughter back. The changes will follow."

        "How can I thank you?" 

        "Kill Mother Miranda and make sure she stays dead."

        "I want that just as much as you. If I get the chance, I swear that I will." 

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        Surprisingly, you made your way to the Temple faster than you would think. You didn't know where the sisters were. You hoped that Ethan could get what he needed without running into them but you knew that was being optimistic. You tried not to think about what may happen to the Sisters or Ethan. If they ran into one another, then one of them wouldn't be leaving that room. Did Ethan even stand a chance? You had no idea...No one had ever been able to stand up to the sisters before...No one. 

        Your mind hurt at the implications of what you had done. Was it the right thing? This had been going through your head since you had departed from the man. These girls put their trust in you and here you were, destroying it like it was nothing. Yet...There were all the other factors to consider. This wasn't as simple as a case of right or wrong, black or white. The Sisters lived in shades of gray and you didn't know where your decision fell on the monochrome color spectrum. You knew what the Duke would say, you knew what Ethan would say. Yet...What about what the other Lords would say? The Sisters? 

        You were beginning to wonder if you had some type of Stockholm Syndrome from living in the Village. Sure, you didn't actually live in the Castle with the Sisters but, the situation felt similar. Deep down, you knew they were bad and would the world would be better off if they were not in it, but on the other hand, you had your good times with them. You needed to remind yourself than a victim thought the same thing about their abuser. Even if that was just to make yourself feel better about the decision that you made in the end. 

        Approaching the coffin, you noticed that the lid was already half-way off. It must have been knocked off by some of those flying creatures, the women-like bats...Or were they bat-like women? You had never seen one close enough to truly tell and you would be happy to keep it that way. Hopefully you wouldn't run into any while you were out here grabbing the dagger. You had a knife but that was the only weapon you had on you, save for certain items that if combined correctly, could create a make-shift explosive device. They had been for Ethan to find...You should have given them to the man before leaving but it had slipped your mind until you reached into your pocket for a flashlight and felt the items. It was too late now. 

        The snow was blowing around, some getting caught in your hair as you neared the stone slab. To be honest, you never came out this far in the Castle. Sure, you may have visited it once or twice but you definitely had made yourself sound more confident than you really were when you spoke to Ethan. He didn't need to know the doubt you were feeling about retrieving the dagger. Sometimes you just had to hold onto hope and in certain cases, like this, it paid off. 

        At least, you thought it had paid off until you heard a deep woman's voice stretching across the marble pillars.

        "What are you doing out here, pest?!"

        Uh-Oh. You had been so focused on the Sisters that you forgot about one rather important and large thing: 

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[mycountrystvsucks]

"Producer just told me that we're expected to eat... all of this mayo? Am I hearing that right? Okay, folks, by the end of this broadcast, my colleague and I- by the HALF? On what? I only have a spoon! WHY IS THE DOOR LOCKED?"

[elysianightsss]

I BURN FOR YOU | PART TWO

You were so immersed in reading when Belle begins to fall in love with the beast that you didn’t even hear the library door slowly creak open…

“Duchess.” Johnny’s thick accent makes you jump a little, your puffy eyes flicking up to meet his. He stood there unsure of himself as he did his best to fake a smile your way. “Is everything alright? You’re up awfully late.”

“As are you.” You raise a brow, a small smirk taking hold.

“I well yes…yes well I-“ what was he going to say? Simon had tasked him to find you when the Duke had knocked on your door a moment ago to check on you and then absolutely lost it when you weren’t there. Or, “your husband is looking for you.”

“Tell him to keep looking. He can find me himself if he needs me so desperately.” You scoff, half laugh at the absurdity of that statement alone. You couldn’t care less if that man was looking for you.

“Um it’s, he’s a little frantic.” Johnny tries to reason with you without letting on how much Simon had panicked that you’d fled. After hearing your cries ring throughout the hallways he couldn’t help but feel guilty coming to your room to apologise only for no one to answer.

“And?” You question, the lack of care so obvious in your voice. Closing your book and placing it on the candle lit end table, you stand. Johnny was unsure of what else to say so he settled for offering his arm like he had when you had first met to escort you to your room.

You had accepted and let the Scotsman lead you out the library and down the hallway where low and behold you ran into the Duke of Manchester himself.

The first thing you notice is how casual he looked. Tucked into black slacks, a sleep shirt with the front untied showing the light brown curls of hair on his chest. His under knee boots clean and still on as well as a dark red cloak with no hood. Maybe a matching set with your robe? A wedding present you didn’t know about perhaps?

“Your Grace.” Johnny had unlinked his arm from yours and bowed to your husband who had a bit of mania colouring his eyes.

“Where have you been?” He spat his tone, of what you could tell, was worry making your eyes widen in surprise.

“The library.” Your voice was much smaller than you’d like. You straightened your stance and fired back much like you had earlier, “What’s it to you?”

“You’re my wife therefore I’m inclined to know of your whereabouts.” He grunted, taking a step closer to you.

“Like this is an actual marriage.” You muttered under your breath but clearly not quiet enough as both Simon and Johnny heard, their gazes burning holes into your head.

“This is an actual marriage. Last I checked not only was my signature on our marriage license but yours as well.” Simon’s large shoulders were squared and tense as he again took another step forward.

“Like I had a choice in the matter! And now I’m stuck in a big old house with a man who doesn’t love me or cherish me or even want me! And in three months I will be all alone, no husband, no children. And again none of it is my choice!” You screech out of breath and panting after shouting in your husband’s face.

Simon’s brows were raised, lips parted in shock, the expression almost had you laughing but in this moment all you could feel was anger. Angry at the position you were in, angry at the man in front of you, angry at yourself for having verbal diarrhoea.

You couldn’t stand it anymore, you stormed passed him finished with the ridiculous conversation. Simon still in shock, let you go.

Waking the next day was humbling, you felt hot to touch and groggy as you stumbled into the morning room sitting down unsteadily to eat your breakfast. Simon watched you with careful and guarded eyes.

Silence once again blanketed the room. You glance over to see his plate full, he had waited for you and if the way he’s tearing into his food said anything he must have been starving. He had never waited for you before.

Shrugging you picked up a fork and begin to eat some of the fresh fruit in front of you, though you only got a few bites in and began to feel sick. Simon mimicked your moves, setting down his cutlery when you did. “What is it?” He casually threw your way, it was impatient with the need to continue eating.

“I’m feeling a little under the weather is all.” You say standing from your seat, Simon once again copies. The chair screeching as it moves when he stands, he almost rushes to you to place his large hands to your forehead and cheek.

He frowns at what he finds, “Johnny!” You flinch at how loud he shouts his voice echoing in the room, Johnny comes running his head peaking into the room with a questionable gaze. “Send for Doctor Garrick immediately.” Johnny’s eyes widen as they flicker to you and Simon’s hands on your face.

You push them away with a shake of your head, “Don’t be dramatic Simon, I’m fine. Some more sleep will send it away.” You stand firm but your husband’s frown deepens.

“I am not dramatic.” He defends, but it sounds like a child arguing. It makes you scoff. Simon raises a brow and brings his hand up to pinch your cheek something that makes you blush. Where had the cold arse of a man gone? Since when did your husband pinch your cheek or make you blush?

You push Simon away, a big push, your hand against his shoulder but he barely moves, doesn’t even flinch. It only hits now how big and muscular your husband is, how strong he is. But it only gives you another reason to be disappointed that he’s not really yours.

“So is that a yes or no for the Doctor?” Johnny asks and before you can argue no, Simon is already saying yes. You simply huff with a roll of your eyes and leave the room.

The Doctor comes and unfortunately for your ego, you’re feeling worse in the evening when the man arrives than you had been at breakfast. He’s a handsome man with kind eyes, he takes your temperature and does some other tests before concluding you’ve over exerted yourself. You’re instantly arguing you haven’t been doing anything that could make that possible. You completely miss the side eye he gives Simon at the implication you haven’t been doing what couples usually do on their honeymoon.

Kyle, which he asks you to call him, goes through other ways this could be possible. Stress being a big factor, at this you fall silent. Simon is hovering in the corner of the cozy room, he had fluffed the pillow on the chair you sat in and lit the fire so it would be warm for you. Even going as far as to fetch you a blanket for extra comfort. You wonder, did your shouting really make him change over night?

“I’d like you to rest and avoid stress. Wouldn’t want you ending up with a cold or worse the flu. Even with medicine making its advances, there wouldn’t be anything I could give you for you to survive those.” Kyle says in an unemotional and practical manner. He bows to you and nods to Simon before leaving. Your eyes drift over to the hulking man stood in the corner, he has a smugness in his eyes but it doesn’t match the worried expression that’s been plastered on his face since you said you felt under the weather this morning.

“So,” you begin awkwardly, it makes Simon step forward closer to where you’re sat in the comfortable arm chair in front of the fireplace. The orange hue flickers over the both of you bathing you in a sweetness. “I suppose if I must avoid stress, I must avoid you hmm?” You joke trying to lighten the mood.

Simon smirks slightly, his hand coming to rest on the edge of the fireplace mantle. “I think it simply means no more fighting me.” He offers his own joke, a small smile pulling at your lips to which he matches. There’s a tension between you two you haven’t felt before, his brown eyes flicker to your lips something that has you instinctively biting your lower lip.

His eyes meet yours and for a moment you believe he’s going to leap forward and kiss you. There’s electricity in the air, it crackles around you and pulses in a way that has your chest rising and falling a little quicker than usual. Simon’s left foot shuffles forward and like he’s fighting his own body the rest of him refuses to move.

“Fighting you is kind of fun though.” You reply, your little tit for tat banter building, “sometimes.” You add but Simon is already grinning, looking as though what you said is the best piece of information he’s ever retained.

“I do like you when you’re feisty.” He replies. Before you get a chance to fully take in what’s been said, Johnny comes through the door.

“Your graces,” he bows to you both.

“What is it Johnny?” Simon’s grin is gone, replaced with a thick frown. He seems annoyed to have been interrupted, you think to yourself. Again a blush rises on your cheeks and ears.

“You have received an invitation to the Price Ball tomorrow night.” He informs you both.

“Ah. Right, John said his new Viscountess was planning one.” Simon nods, running a hand over the stubble growing on the lower half of his face. It made him look a little rough but you sort of liked it better than when he was clean shaven. “Reply back that we will attend only if the Duchess is feeling better.” Johnny nods and leaves.

Simon said a week into your marriage that whatever Ton event that was being thrown during this London season you would both have to attend no matter what and now he’s making exceptions and excuses to his close friend for you?

“Hey.” Simon catches your attention, his voice soft and he crouches next to the chair. His eyes search yours for a reason as to why you look upset, it’s as if he wants to find the culprit and destroy it. That maybe be pushing it a little but it’s the vibe he’s giving off.

You just stare at him for a moment before you speak, “I don’t understand why you’re being so nice.” You make sure your voice is quiet, the question feeling unsafe to say out loud.

Simon looks down, a shuddering breath making its way out. It surprises you as much as his answer does, “I don’t want to be alone either.” It’s mumbled but very clear.

“What?”

He snaps his head up, eyes locking with yours with an intensity you’ve never seen before. “When the next two months are over, you’re going to stay with me and it’s going to be your choice this time.” Simon takes a hold of your hand, kissing the top of it before holding it in between the both of his.

“I will make every effort to make it so darling.”

To be continued…

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[thescrolls-haveforetold]

duke of mania

[threepandas]

Bad End: Hidden Heir

Next ->

The Duke's family had very distinct eyes. It was genetic. An aggressively dominant trait at that, though it tended to die off, after a few generations out of the family. Supposedly a "blessing of the Gods". Spring to be exact. Bounty and luck. And the family certainly WAS bountiful.

In all the best and worst ways.

Wealth, corruption, children and bastards. It was a family so aggressively ALIVE, it could only be Spring's blessing that made them so. Pouring mania and madness into their veins like sweet sunlight. Whispering glory and riches, into power addled ears. They burst with life. Even as they endlessly destroyed themselves.

They were fictional.

Fascinating set dressings, for the stage play of someone else's story. Unimportant beyond their role in world building. As the origin story and power base of a character lead.

The Story ITSELF didn't even occur here. But rather, in the capital. Where the players of significance had gathered.

And I? Oh I was some minor antagonist, so insignificant to the plot, I genuinely could not remember which of seven different women I actually WAS. It had been an ongoing series. Otome Isekai. Reverse harem.

And I was either in the ORIGINAL original novel, the isekai'd plot novel, the anime adaption, OR a horrifying fever dream. My memory was largely useless. But? I did remember the characters. The archetypes.

And the fact, that the author had clearly been going though a Yandere phase.

My region of the Reverse Harem collect-o-thon? Horrifying! Red flags everywhere! No one here should date, leave room for fantasy Jesus, have we considered the joys of being a NUN? Yes. Yes I HAVE thought about it.

I was pretty sure I'd never make it. End up dead or captured by some sort of Nun Yandere. Or God Yandere. Possibly both. Assuming the bandit yanderes don't get me first. It... it was very stressful, living here.

Luckily? I knew when I could leave.

Or so I thought.

Because my house? The Dukedom? Had the "yandere butler who is secretly an heir." Who starts out with loyal dog behavior. A little highly possesive master and servant play. Then rises to become a Duke. Presumably? That is when I die. Or am disowned.

Death is most likely. Since my role was "minor antagonist" and I was to be mean to the sweet, earnest, Harem possessing Protagonist. Don't see WHY I would. Live and let live. Good for her etc etc. But regardless? Best to avoid, just in case.

The problem? Who do you think Mr Illegitimate Heir serves before she gets here? The OTHER possible heirs? Of course not! They'd "oops! Hunting accident~☆" him in a heart beat. Father isn't stupid. And my sisters? Issues. Violent, violent, issues.

He ends up with ME.

Father, WHY.

Obviously, I ignore him. I see nothing. I hear nothing. There is no war in Ba Sing Se. Mmmmm, tea. Good book. Ignore his creepy staring. His creepy, creepy staring.

Thankfully? I never really ran out of Totally Legitimate reasons to send him away to learn or do something. Proper tea making. Door maintenance. Eastern embroidery. Something, anything, and off you go! Bye bye~☆!

Unfortunately. He got faster. Better and better at learning. Mastering skills. Coming BACK. Showing up to stand in the corner, silent and looming, like an omen of death. Those damn eyes. The fucking family eyes!

I don't have them. And NOT as, my Father would have me believe, because I "take after my Mother". But because I am not genetically related to the Duke. I have GOLD eyes. When I wear the right shade of green? I pass. So I am condemned to forever wear green. Don't even really like it much. But?

I am pretty damn sure? I was just... pretty.

A lovely, orphaned, golden eyed child that COULD pass as his. So why not? It was a whim that payed off. Unlike in the original stories, I imagine. Since I am by FAR the best behaved child in this entire house. Ha! Suck it, bio-kids, the adopted one's the favorite! Maybe should have been less lil bitchs.

....I carefully do not say.

Those are INSIDE thoughts.

Fuck. He's still LOOMING. Isn't he? Go awaaaaaay. Where is Protag-chan? Come be doe eyed and busty! Trip adorably! Go "kyaaa~" or something! I feel body heat and freeze. He's leaning over my shoulder to pick up the teapot, pour me another cup. I can FEEL the barest graze of his knuckles against my back, from where he's gripped my chair. The smell of his aftershave almost hauntingly pleasant.

Like he KNEW exactly what smells I liked most. Went out of his way to find one that best suited my preference. Coincidence. Please, PLEASE be a coincidence! I do not turn my head. Keep my eyes locked straight ahead. Barely breathing.

He steps back.

The new pot is sharp and herbal. Almost bitter. I force myself to drink. Can't see a sugar dish, and REFUSE to turn around and ask for one. Ignore. IGNORE. My pounding heart calms. My muscles slowly start to relax.

It... it IS weird, though, now that I think about it? That Protag-chan hasn't reached the Dukedom yet. She should have. God only knows I sent Creepy to the capital enough times, with enough highly specific instructions, that he should've had his meet cute's and dates by the dozen. Been half way in love. So... why...?

Huh.

Dizzy.

The taste of tea sits wrong on my tounge. I stop drinking as the world sways. Letting the cup fall from my hand. Splatter, roll, and shatter. I try desperately to stand. A gentle gloved hand catches my elbow, supporting me. I turn. Giddy eyes. Triumphant, wide, spring green eyes. Too green to be gold, too gold to be green.

An almost cruel, mocking, yet loving grin.

Another hand slides around my waist, braces me against his side. Gleeful little murmurs, too pleased to be reassuring. You. You did this! You DRUGGED ME!

I can barely move, body relaxing against my command, going limp, as he draws me close. Presses his face against the side of my head, against my temple. A deep, shuddering breathe, that he savors like wine. I try to pull free but can not. Feel his lips pull into a vicious grin against my skin. Hands begin to run in gentle, claiming, exploration.

And at last the drugs kick in... the wo..rld..

G..oes..

Dar..k........

[jbaileyfansite]

Masterpost: Jonathan Bailey in Richard II Reviews

Jonathan Bailey gives the best performance I’ve ever seen of Shakespeare’s flawed monarch, an erratic tyrant who gains dignity once deposed. [...] Bailey inhabits and humanizes the king in a clean, clear, martial staging from Nicholas Hytner that feels right for our times. [...] Bailey swaggers on to Succession-style music, in a simple crown but with a bespoke frock coat and sockless feet in velvet slippers, setting him apart from courtiers in suits or jeans. A saturnine beard gives an impish frame to his imperious behavior. [...] Still, Richard II, with its rigid structure and strict double-narrative about two different styles of kingship, is never going to be a crowd-pleaser unless it’s by star casting. Hence Bailey. He commands the stage and even allows a little camp to seep into the character (Richard’s marriage to his shopaholic wife may be transactional). He doesn’t sugar the king’s brattish reluctance to cede the crown but in later speeches attains a stricken grandeur. [x]

While Jonathan Bailey’s prancing prince Fiyero can still be seen on cinema screens in the first instalment of the musical Wicked, his King Richard takes to the stage as a similarly flamboyant figure. However here instead of copious amounts of charm, this royal has a spoilt, psychotic air that is stoked by cocaine. While executing his duties of office this king studies those to whom he gives an audience in a way that might, at first, be mistaken for a kindly monarch’s close attention. But the interested tilt of the head and his laser gaze are, it turns out, the callous curiosity of a reptile eyeing potential prey. [...] Bailey’s strength is that he makes Shakespeare’s language sound as modern as that spoken by his fellow millennials. [x]

It’s a bravely vicious performance, leavened with wit and humour and yet also deliberately mannered and alienating. This riveting and not always comfortable portrayal is absolutely matched by Pierreson, who cleverly charts, with the smallest inflections of head and eye exactly how difficult it is to make policy on the hoof. [...] It’s propulsively driven, and often surprisingly funny, wheeling along with an absolute confidence. It’s been a long time since Hytner’s directed a history play and it feels worth the wait. [x]

Guys and dolls have made way for kings and dukes at the Bridge Theatre, where Jonathan Bailey rules in his first stage role since Wicked and Bridgerton fame. [...] Bailey's portrayal is layered and multifaceted. His eyes, often twinkling with mischief, belie his increasingly erratic behavior. His movements, jittery and spiky one moment and filled with a slow and calculated coolness the next, is both unnerving and compelling. [...] Bailey's return to the stage is nothing short of triumphant. With his razor-sharp delivery and mercurial presence, he proves he is not just a star name but a true theatrical force. Long live the king. [x]

This Richard is a kaleidoscope of narcissism and neuroses, and it’s a truly electric watch. As Hytner recently pointed out, Bailey is a natural with the text, and manages to make this changeable, spiteful, lost, needy, uncertain creation hilarious and horrifying in equal measure. Injecting musicality and character into even the most rudimentary of asides and put downs, Bailey somehow manages to inject it all with the slightest splash of camp, too. By the time the walls are closing in about him at the end of the first half and he has adopted an almost messianic-by-way-of-Rik Mayall mania, it’s difficult to not find yourself rooting for the churl. [...] Bailey’s maddening, mercurial tour-de-force proves one of the most exciting and unpredictable performances in London right now, and is worth the ticket price alone. [x]

Long before Bridgerton, there was theatre for Jonathan Bailey, from roles at the RSC as a child actor onwards. His ease and aptitude on stage is evident here yet he is still a revelation, lighting up this play about a king’s misrule and downfall. [...] Nicholas Hytner, as director, smooths away most of the play’s creakiness with a pared-down production that has the pace and intrigue of a thriller. It is muscular in its look and Bailey singularly shines, his luminosity putting the others slightly in the shade. [x]

Anyone questioning the wisdom of the star-casting of “Bridgerton” and “Wicked” talent Bailey should bear in mind that he played Cassio in Hytner’s riveting “Othello” at the National Theatre back in 2013 and followed that with an arresting Edgar/Mad Tom opposite Ian McKellen’s King Lear for director Jonathan Munby. As a result, his handling of the language and, crucially, the intent behind it, is entirely easeful. His king is self-satisfied and perfectly petulant, dispatching orders, and often men’s lives, with gleaming disdain. He’s even better when he’s calmly and quietly coming to understand himself and the nature of his previous selfishness in the play’s highly reflective and tender final scenes. [x]

Although he’s fresh from stealing the limelight in Wicked, star Jonathan Bailey has been landing big stage roles since he was in literal primary school, and he brings a wonderful clarity and charisma to this tale of a misbehaving, queer-coded despot. [...] But who wouldn’t fall under the spell of this captivating king? Bailey lights up Hytner’s lucid production of a strange but infinitely satisfying play. [x]

Jonathan Bailey is magnetic in the title role of Nicholas Hytner’s production at London’s Bridge Theatre. [x]

Shakespeare’s tale notably eschews scenes of bloody battle to focus on the psychological undoing of England’s charming yet irresponsible king. And how charming he is when performed by Bailey, who brings all of his Bridgerton charisma to Nicholas Hytner’s modern-dress production, swaggering about the thrust/in-the-round stage — and even giving the audience seated in the circle a surprise, up-close treat. From the first image of Richard carefully placing the gold crown upon his own head — with Grant Olding’s tinkling piano composition reminiscent of Succession’s now iconic opening credits — Bailey oozes entitlement and ego. [...] Bailey reveals and revels in all facets of this magnetic king and as Hytner has said in multiple interviews, he speaks Shakespeare “as though it is his first language”. [x]

Bailey is effectively ineffectual as Richard, viciously petulant and deluded throughout, citing the Divine Right of Kingship to cling to power that he doesn't merit. […] Quiet and studied in performance, he has great moments such as the abdication scene in which he refuses to give up his crown like a child unwilling to part with his favourite toy. [x]

A nation in need, an unsuitable king, banishments, murders, attempted coups. Richard II has it all and so does Jonathan Bailey. He might be dancing through Hollywood and hanging out with the biggest celebs, but this triumphant return to the stage  proves that he’s still one of us. Known for his romantic leads, Bailey now takes on a complicated head of state, breaking him open and thinning the lines between divisive, problematic political figure and sardonic, villainous poet. It’s Jonathan Bailey’s world and we’re merely living in it, but Nicholas Hytner’s production sees a five-star cast stuck in a three-star show. [...] Bailey has an utterly captivating delivery that twists snakishly, infused at once with sarcasm, pettiness, fury, and comedy. There’s no empathy or sympathy for anyone but himself in his performance, just impatience, insecurity, and an extremely short fuse. [...] Bailey is wondrous at playing contradiction and Shakespeare looks really good on him. He shines when he gets the chance to delve into the depths of his character’s psyche and a sizzling magnetism takes over during his soliloquies, giving us a taste of what he could do with a more sombre character and a more secure vision. [x]

Bailey gives an engrossing performance as Richard, whose corrupt misrule fuels popular support for the usurper cousin, Henry Bolingbroke (Royce Pierreson), despite the medieval doctrine that the monarch is anointed by God and therefore untouchable. [...] Historical accounts remarked upon Richard’s effeminacy and in Bailey’s adroit rendering he is a capricious, flouncing sociopath whose every utterance is suffused with performative irony. [...] The more compelling drama here is not the political intrigue, but the tragic transfiguration of the deposed king. Richard’s campy loquaciousness had hitherto struck a somewhat desperate, insincere note, whether expatiating on the divine right of kings or reproaching the audience (his erstwhile subjects) for their fickleness and indifference to his downfall. But his flip complacency then gives way, via panic and despair, to a circumspect serenity as he is unburdened in defeat. This transition is tricky for actors to pull off — they must somehow become smaller and bigger at the same time — and Bailey executes it with admirable subtlety. [x]

Jonathan Bailey captures perfectly the narcissism of a boy King. The audience titter nervously as his crown comes under pressure, gasp at the cruelties and are stunned into silence by his final soliloquy and demise. [x]

The staging is solid rather than exceptional. But Bailey makes a transfixing Richard, his plight engaging to the last, despite the nastier excesses of his capricious behaviour. [...] It’s a glittering performance in an uncluttered setting: proficient, measured, the production permits Bailey’s doomed, vainglorious Richard to shine. [x]

It’s a bracing show, constantly exciting as we sit all around it like witnesses, like 15c Englanders. Jonathan Bailey as the King is a whirlwind of temperament, in love with crown and power, secure amid his cronies and his Irish ambitions but until his final sad meditation in prison as erratic and wilful as a toddler, but vicious with it. [...] He is irresistibly watchable, whether in tantrum, self-pitying soliloquy or flashes of awful self-knowledge; some may find him not quite king enough, but he’s endlessly gripping. [x]

Bailey pulses with energy and charisma, which lifts the mood delightfully after all the monochrome men and their moody machinations. [x]

With Jonathan Bailey compelling in the title role, this is a fast-paced, thrilling, and lucid account of Shakespeare’s most poetic and tragic history play. [...] The personal tragedy of Richard comes through strongly here as well as England’s national tragedy. He may be a terrible ruler – arrogant, capricious, erratic, surrounded by flatterers – portrayed here by Bailey as a spoilt, immature playboy. But after he has lost his crown there is genuine pathos as he identifies himself with it so closely that – as shown in him dashing a mirror to pieces – without it he loses his own sense of who he is. [...] As Richard, Bailey holds the stage and speaks the verse with impressive naturalness. (He may be a screen star in the likes of Wicked and Bridgerton, as well as an Olivier Award winner for the Sondheim musical Company, but he has already made a mark in Shakespeare with his Cassio in Hytner’s Othello at the National and his Edgar in the Chichester Ian McKellen King Lear.) Here, he is not just a weak-willed hedonist, but a pretty callous manipulator with a sardonic sense of humour. [...] But although this is not a particularly sympathetic Richard, Bailey does convey his self-destructive behaviour with convincing passion. [x]

Flamboyant, charismatic and completely incapable of ruling a country are just a few of the thoughts that run through my mind watching Jonathan Bailey’s immensely enjoyable performance as Richard II that keeps the audience engaged as to how the story unfolds from start to finish. [...] While the play is billed as a tragedy, there are in this production flashes of unexpected humour thanks to Jonathan Bailey’s performance as the unpredictable Richard II – revealing many different aspects to the character that keeps his performance lively and unexpected. Bailey has completely immersed himself in the role to glorious effect – I would love to see what he would do with other leading Shakespearian characters as it is a really sparkling performance. [x]

Jonathan Bailey plays the central character around whom all of the political shenanigans revolve, capturing his mercurial character. Believing in his god given right to be King, he plays the role to suit the moment; sometimes mischievous, sometimes vain, sometimes proud but ultimately without his “hollow crown”, he is lost without purpose or reason. It is an excellent performance, spoken with great clarity and precision, varying the tone to reflect the King’s attitude to the moment. [x]

Anyone who saw Jonathan Bailey on stage in COCK or Company will know what a gifted performer he is on stage. He may have reached a worldwide audience with his turns in Bridgerton and Wicked but there is nothing like seeing him on stage in the flesh to truly appreciate his talents as a performer. His portrayal of Richard II once again demonstrates this, with Bailey going big in his choices to deliver a performance that always captivates. Quite extreme at times, the exaggerated nature of the performance leads to heightened emotions with Bailey impossible to take your eyes off of. One key moment sees him appear in an unexpected part of the theatre (I won’t spoil where for those who are yet to see it) in a brilliant use of his talents leaving me hanging on his every word. [x]

But it’s the star’s show and Bailey is scintillating as a king on the edge, caught between challenging or capitulating to Bullingbrook. One moment a strutting, cocaine-sniffing sovereign, the next shrinking into despair as his grasp on power slips further out of reach and is gone. [x]

From flashy, commercial musicals to independent plays, theatre across both sides of the Atlantic often features star casting; sometimes the talent fits perfectly within the character brief, yet other times feel like awkward pairings. Fortunately for this production, casting Bailey in the titular role is an absolutely justifiable choice (not just speaking from a Wicked fan's perspective), lending a playfully giving personality to an indecisive monarch. His treatment of words demonstrates careful thought, injecting eclectic energy into movement and physical characterisation (with direction by James Cousins) - in some aspects not unlike Fiyero. Bringing with him a calm yet assertive and indeed, magnificent voice, the delivery of each line switching from light and fluffy to deliberately passionate, through to slowed but clearly enunciated soliloquies following a change in character away from the narcissistic and self-loathing impression we initially know Richard by (having paid obvious attention to elements of the voice like inflexion and pacing), in parts also credited to Jeannette Nelson's meritorious voice work with the Company. [x]

Rather unexpectedly there are similarities between prancing Prince Fiyero in the film version of Wicked and the spoilt brat that is Richard II in this new production of Shakespeare's play. Both are royals who lead privileged, hedonistic lives yet become thoughtful and wise when the real world breaks into their sheltered existence. [...] Yet Bailey's roles on screen have none of the sociopathic edge he brings to his Richard here, in Nicholas Hytner's pacy, modern production. [...] Here Bailey, who despite never having gone to drama school speaks Shakespeare with ease. In one of the Bard's most moving speeches his Richard moves from moral bankruptcy to devastating insight into both his and the human condition. [x]

However, it is Mr Bailey who is the star attraction in this production and he gives every inch the star performance. Totally believable as the despotic Richard, with his swiftly changing moods, he switches from imperial grandeur to whiny sarcasm within the same sentence. It’s a physically demanding performance and he captures both extremes of the king’s character perfectly – the statesman and the wimp. His vocal delivery is perfect too, always with crystal clear elocution and a stage authority that makes you feel you’re in the presence of someone special. [x]

Bailey embodies the king with all the complexities you’d expect from the role. Flitting from a composed leader to a wild party-boy - it is never certain what his next move might be. It brings real interest and stakes to the role, keeping the audience on the edge of their seats throughout. Bailey’s natural stage presence makes him mesmerising to watch, and his erratic, and rather brilliantly camp take on the role plays the king as a caricature of himself. [x]

In a time where the London scene has been haunted by the not-so-usually-adequate celebrity casting, the Bridge Theatre hosts the return of now television and film star Jonathan Bailey to the old boards. He’s not a newbie. In fact, that’s where his thriving trajectory took off – and you can really tell. […]The biggest praise, however, goes to Jonathan Bailey as the protagonist, proving utmost command of his role through a sinisterly captivating take – drawing out the personage’s narcissistic traits through a mixture of menace and humourousness that never falls into camp. [x]

Bailey takes to the role with single-minded dexterity. What Bailey fans first acquainted with the star on screen may not realise is that our Bridgerton heartthrob is first and foremost a stage actor, having performed at the RSC as a child and alongside Ian McKellen in King Lear. Here, we see him flex that muscle with great aptitude, an actor at the heights of his power: another royal success. Richard II is a triumph. [x]

[elderscrollsconceptart]

Thadon, Duke of Mania

Concept art for The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion

Shivering Isles DLC

Art by Adam Adamowicz

[what-even-is-thiss]

If you can’t decide whether to be Duke of mania or dementia in the shivering isles the mania quest is better for stealth characters and the dementia quest is better if your character is more of a blunt instrument of destruction

[vorpaling]

and i’m dizzy from her kiss / so vertiginous, lost in lysergic bliss

[luizd3ad]

BatFam At Disneyland Headcanons

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ࣪˖⤷ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ࣪ ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ˖ ⤷

Author's Note: This is my First time Writing Headconons so I hope you guys like it and I did it right <3

Also this is based kinda on my experiences at Disneyland which I haven’t been there in like 10 years? So I haven’t been to Avengers Campus or Star Wars so sorry if stuff is wrong so sounds weird.

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Dick: 

-Is actually so excited but doesn't want to show it because he knows Jason is gonna make fun of him.

-He would get so happy when he gets called a ‘Space Ranger’ when they scan his ticket.

-Gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Keeps saying how he can do the Spider-Man's flip at Avengers Campus.

-Is now convinced he can be Spider-Man.

-Tried to get Spider-Man to do a backflip with him.

-Got sad when Babs told him to leave the Cast Members alone.

Jason: 

-Makes fun of Dick because he knows he's excited.

-Is also really excited.

-Try’s to think of a ways to leave Damian because he knows hes going to complain the whole fucking time.

-He's 100% gonna try and flirt with some of the princesses.

-Also gets pissed that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Gets yelled at by Alfred and Brunce when he tries to hold his middle finger up in the picture with Steph.

Tim: 

-Gets sick on the TeaCups ride.

-He got so excited when he met woody like he was jumping with joy.

-Bro loved Cars Land like he had to be forced to leave.

-Makes everyone wait till the lights turn on in Cars Land

-Cries during ‘The World of Color’ show.

-’Toy Story Midway Mania’ was his favorite ride of the whole day.

-Gets freaked out thinking about Walt Disney's frozen head.

Damian: 

-Complained the whole way there.

-Wants to go to ‘The Wizarding World Of Harry Potter’.

-Gets pissed when he can't go to The Wizarding World.

-Is pissed till they go on Hyperspace Mountain. 

-He had so much fun at StarWars.

-He made a droid and a lightsaber.

-Kept comparing Brunce to Iron man.

Duke: 

-Makes fun of Tim for getting sick on the TeaCups.

-When everyone gets Mickey Mouse Ears he laughs at Dick because they wouldn't put ‘Dick’ on the ears.

-Got a little scared on the Indiana Jones ride, he kept his eyes closed because he was not taking any chances.

-Small World freaked him out a little. 

-He was eating every candy and treat he could get his hands on.

-Pretends he's not sick at the end of the night because he doesn't want to prove that Alfred was right.

Bruce: 

-He begs Alfred to go because he can't deal with all his kids by himself in a place like Disney.

-Man is stressed.

-Mentally complains about how expensive everything is like he isn't a billionaire.

-Grizzly Peak was his favorite.

-He thought ‘Soarin’ was the best ride. \

-Now hates Iron Man

Cass: 

-Pirates of the Caribbean and Haunted Mason were her favorite.

-Doesn't want to but agrees to take pictures with the princesses (she actually really wants to, especially with Pocahontas).

-Meeting Loki was the highlight of her day.

-Convinces Tim that Walt Disney's Head is frozen in the basement. 

Steph: 

-Explains to Damian that The Wizarding World is at a different park.

-Convinces Cass and Babs to take pictures with every princess they see.

-Gets Jason to take a picture with Eeyore and Tigger. (She said it was them)

-Makes everyone watch the parade. 

-Cries during the Fireworks. 

Babs: 

-Get's sad that there's not many rides that are wheelchair accessible.

-Convinces Dick that he can go on rides without her.

-Loved taking pictures with the princesses

-Meeting Ariel was her favorite part.

-Jungle Cruise was her favorite ride.

-Tells Dick to leave Spider-Man alone.

-Tells Dick he can't just ask people to do backflips with him.

-Loved Pixie Hollow. 

Alfred: 

-It was his idea but he wants to stay at the manor.

-Has no idea why Bruce is stressed considering he planned everything.

-Takes princess pictures with the girls.

-Kept telling Duke to stop eating so much candy because he was going to get sick.

-Stand behind everyone during the fireworks and tear up at the idea of this trip healing all of their inner childs even if it's just a little.

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[sylvienerevarine]

Sujamma Sundas

Thank you for the tag, @dirty-bosmer!! I shall tag @thequeenofthewinter, @oblivions-dawn, @blossom-adventures, and @stormbeyondreality

Topic: This week, Sujamma wants to know about YOUR OC's special someone. What makes their relationship special? How did they meet? Were they enemies to lovers? Lovers to enemies? Lovers AND Enemies? Are they romantic or platonic? What's their favorite way to cuddle? Favorite date night? Anything and everything you can think of 💕

This week I'll be sharing a bit about my Hero of Kvatch/Sheogorath, Sacha Llervu, and her Dark Seducer girlfriend/bodyguard/assistant Nelrene.

The two met when Sacha, chock-full of trauma over her BFF turning into a dragon statue, stumbled into the Shivering Isles and got recruited by old Sheo himself.

Being the sad goth girlie that she is, Sacha wound up spending a lot of time in the House of Dementia, and agreed to help the Duchess figure out who or what was conspiring against her.

If you remember this quest, you'll probably remember that Nelrene was a crucial part of this conspiracy. Why? Because Duchess Syl was having an affair with that tacky Duke of Mania and it was gross for everyone.

Sacha solved the conspiracy, but managed to keep Nelrene from any significant consequences, because she thought Nellie was fun and had spirit.

Later, of course, Sacha takes over as the Duchess, and keeps Nellie on as head of security. They essentially have the following conversation: Sacha: So you're not going to assassinate me, right? Nelrene: Depends. Are you going to bang the Duke of Mania? Sacha: He's not a woman, so no. Nelrene: Great. Want to make out?

They are essentially a couple from that point forward.

As they're both immortal daedra, they don't have a particularly exclusive relationship, but they do genuinely love each other and have a lot of fun together.

When Sacha is going through one of her phases where she's essentially becoming the old Sheo and forgetting herself, Nelrene takes it upon herself to intervene. "hey milady we haven't annoyed any of your great-nieces in a while, want to go on a trip?"

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"Cultural Marxism at work." ~some campaigning Republican.

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AU POLIN FANFIC

Courting Penelope Featherington

It’s raining the day he comes home.

Dark, moody weather that sets the tone wonderfully for the rather lackluster greeting he gets from his preoccupied siblings and absolutely rung dry mother. With two girls out in society, 1 pair of newly weds, 2 youngsters, and a Benedict, he can’t quite blame his mothers half hearted declarations and wandering eyes. He’s fully aware they’re happy to see him, Hyacinth even cries, but they all have their own dramas going on and have no time to entertain his stories of travel.

It doesn’t matter any, there really is only person he’s desperate to talk too, desperate to thrill with detailed accounts and sketched photographs.

It’s a shame Penelope Featherington wants absolutely nothing to do with him.

Eloise is the only sibling who never responded to a letter he sent. It’s clear she’s fully aware of the horrible things he’d spoken in a drunken haze nearly five months ago , and in true Eloise fashion she has no intention of betraying her best friend. She doesn’t even speak to him until he drops into the chaise beside her.

“Eloise. I missed you.”

Her bored expression never falters.

“Lovely to have you home, colin.” It’s so formal he nearly snorts at his rebellious little sister.

“I understand you are still displeased with me about my error last season.”

That does it.

“Error?! You call what you did an error?” Her body twists towards him and she fixes him with an outraged glare.

“Well yes, it’s was uncalled for and I…”

“Uncalled for?! I’ve never known you to be a fool but I find I do not know you at all. You nearly ruined her , Colin! She was wiped from the marriage market by your comments alone! If even her best friend couldn’t imagine being with her, why would anyone else? You have no idea what you accomplished!” Eloise pants, her face alarmingly red. “And then, when the damage was done you ran off to travel the world leaving Penelope to fix her reputation entirely on her own! And the audacity to write to her.”

Theres pain in his gut, crushing and turning everything in his stomach until he’s left nauseous and weak. What had he done? Was he truly that blind to see how fragile Pen was already? If anyone knew how desperately she wanted a husband, a family, it was him. And he had spoken so callously, degraded the one decent woman in the entirety of the ton.

“But you needn’t worry, penelope is no longer the Insipid wallflower you once knew. She has blossomed quite beautifully, I myself was astonished by her transformation.” Kate calls from her place at the head desk in the drawing room, a knowing sparkle in her eye.

“It’s true! She’s the prettiest one at all of the festivals.” Gregory is fussing with his gift while he speaks but makes sure to keep eye contact with Colin when he continues “and everyone says so.” It feels strangely like a warning from the 12 year old.

“Do we speak of Penelope?” Violet Bridgerton waltzes back into the room “I’ve heard from a reputable source that Lord Debling and Master Anderson both have plans to begin a courtship with our beautiful friend. I’m so intrigued to see who she will choose to marry.”

“Marry?!” His voice carry’s over the deafening crack of thunder “she can’t marry! She would need at-least a season of courting and this one’s nearly over. If they haven’t begun courting her yet, it would be wise to wait until next year to begin!” He feels hot, sweaty, his heart beating so fast it’s bound to give way to his mania any moment now.

“Not in Penelope’s case. This is her third season with no matches, she’s more than welcome to accept whomever she chooses at whatever time.” Violet is perched on Simons lap.

“I quite like Debling. I believe he would make a good addition to the family.” The duke tickles his wife’s ribs.

“As do I. We all get on quite well and since Penelope is essentially a sixth Bridgerton sister it will be nice to have someone we can all tolerate.” Anthony adds.

“She is not marrying Debling!” Colin’s voice is firm and slightly frantic, panic rising up the back of his neck. “She will not marry this season.”

“And who are you to decide what she does brother? Have you not done enough. Your opinion is inconsequential and it would do best for you to keep it to yourself, lest you scare any more suitors off.” Eloise has her hands on her hips and it’s almost intimidating enough for him to stop speaking but God himself could not save Colin Bridgerton now.

“There will be no more suitors and she will not be marrying any of these men!” He barks, firm and unmoving.

“Why do you keep saying that?!” Eloise shouts.

“Because she will marry me!” The words pour out of him in a roar, his chest heaves and his hands ball his neatly pressed pants. “She will marry me when I am done courting her, she deserves the full courting experience. I had intended to come home at the start of the Season so I could do it properly but my boat went down at a shipping port and I didn’t make it out of Greece for weeks.

Violet claps her hands, a watery smile on her lips

“These are your intentions, dear?”

He has never seen his mother so proud, joy shining in her eyes.

“Yes. They have been since I left All those months ago. I regret the words I spoke instantly and I needed to figure out why. It didn’t take me long to realize Penelope is the one I desire, I crave, I need her in every humanly way.” It feels like a weight has been lifted off my chest

… until of course, Eloise speaks.

“We’ll best of luck on that journey, brother. Penelope Featherington absolutely loathes you.” She takes too much pleasure from his pain.

“All will work out as it should.” Violet pats his shoulder gently before walking back out.

He needs to fix this before someone else takes his place.

He needs to court Penelope Featherington, and he needs to court her right now.