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🐮 mooo 💗🌸

I feel like this is us after we get married, living our best lives cooking, writing, and braiding each other's hair ♥️♥️

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RAE IM CRYING THIS WAS SO GOOD

I adore Mickey's family and reading his banter with his sisters as well as their family's traditions felt like being wrapped up in a warm blanket

I knew about his present before this fic was posted and it still destroyed me when I got to that part. It was so fucking sweet and endearing and oh my god I love him so much

mi media naranja [holiday!AU - mickey “fanboy” garcia x fem!reader, aka “cielo”]

A/N: For Fanboy’s fangirls - a holiday celebration with Fanboy y Cielo. Lots of callbacks to my original Fanboy HCs  – so if you’ve been following their journey thus far, there will be lots in here for you. Bonus points if you get the references! 

Pairing: Mickey ‘Fanboy’ Garcia x fem!civilian!reader (aka “Cielo;” as always no use of y/n – my readers are written ambiguous, but with a latina!reader in mind.)

Warnings: my writing is its own warning, smut, so 18+ ONLY – p in v sex, unprotected sex, v mild breeding kink, references to oral sex

Word Count: 5.8k of the warmth of a holiday spent together with your beloved, of chestnuts roasting on an open fire, of the cinnamon-orange passion of sharing half of yourself with someone else.

Summary: You spend your holidays with your sweet boyfriend. Mickey takes you home to visit his family, but of course, you make sure to indulge in the magic of the holiday, just the two of you [part of the Fanboy y Cielo ‘verse].

(moodboard courtesy of lovely @ouralcohol)

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Divided holidays were a challenge. 

You and Mickey had opted to spend the few days preceding Christmas with his mother and his sisters, which meant, of course, holiday travel.

You’d left your beachside home in San Diego, packing gifts and luggage alike to make the trek to Mickey’s hometown. Artoo was set up with your friend for the few days you’d be gone. And it wasn’t as though you weren’t coming back in just a few days to celebrate Christmas with Mickey, just the two of you. It would go by in a flash. So why were you nervous?  

You had met his family before. And, of course, they’d never indicated anything other than that they’d liked you … Still, you’d felt the perpetual need to impress. To ensure that they still liked you, as though their opinion would have changed in the six months since you had seen them for the family’s summer beach weekend.

And the drive was pleasant enough, Mickey expressing to you ad nauseam that he was glad you were coming, 

“You don’t understand, cielo,” he urged. “Every time I talk to my tía it’s like – ‘¿Y tu novia? ¿Y tu novia?’” he parroted. “I swear, it’s like she’s convinced you don’t exist, even though my mom has literally met you.”

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pspsp.. treat these like pokemon types. what would I be?

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Say Cheese - A Roman Reigns One-Shot

A steamy after-work rendezvous with the Tribal Chief and his princess is captured in 4K.

PAIRING: Tribal Chief!Roman Reigns x OC

Warning: SMUT

Word count: 4.9k 

Song Muse: "Sativa" by Jhene Aiko and Rae Sremmurd

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The audible smacking of lips and sliding of tongues was the seductive tune serenading the lovers, seemingly drowning out the actual song blaring from the speakers of the hotel suite. It started out with soft, gentle pecks, but ever so greedy, he’d taken it up a notch, kissing her more hungrily at the same time he lifted her up onto the kitchenette’s counter. That lethal tongue of his consumed the insides of her mouth, earning his deep chuckle at her needy moan as her legs wrapped around his waist to keep him close. 

“We are so bad, we should be at the party,” she giggled against his succulent lips, sneaking her hands behind the nape of his neck to tug his ponytail loose. “People are gonna notice we’re not there. ‘Specially you, Mr. Tribal Chief.”

He pulled away long enough to huff, “Well, that's on you. You’re the one who kept rubbin’ on my dick the entire ride back here, making me so hard everyone woulda seen it.” Picking up the half-drunk bottle of Cristal next to her, he took a large gulp before handing it to her. “Gon’ be boring as shit anyway. Fuck the party,” he added.

“Nah, I’d rather fuck you,” she stated, making her intentions clear, loving the way his eyes blazed at her bold statement. 

“That’s my girl.” He showed his appreciation by tongue-kissing her slowly, coaxing her to follow his lead and match his energy. She wasn’t inexperienced at all, but each time they kissed, she felt like a virgin being taught for the very first time. Emboldened by the alcohol in her system and the passionate moment, her hips rocked back and forth, grinding against his prominent erection pressing between her parted thighs that his big hands caressed so lavishly, all while their mouths sought the depths of each other’s sensual taste. 

It took Cleo Parker-Jones just three months after her main roster call-up to get Roman Reigns in her bed. It probably would have been quicker if it wasn’t for his part-time schedule and her focusing on proving herself on the blue brand. Whenever he did show up to work, they did not get too many moments alone. But each time they did, they made the absolute most of it. Flirty banter. Suggestive winks. Subtle caresses as they grew closer. Soon, she was sneaking into his locker room or his bus for intense make-out sessions that left them both breathless and hungry for more. The sparks flew between them and it was only a matter of when and not if they would seal the deal.

Of course they did, and it was glorious. The man was blessed by the dick fairy and he backed it up with incredible, toe-curling bedroom skills that challenged even her own renowned stamina and athleticism. The not-so-amicable end of her last relationship had left Cleo lonely and horny, and she knew right after having her first taste of the Tribal Chief that she wouldn’t be able to leave him alone. Luckily, the feeling was mutual, as he kept coming back for more…and more…and more…

Fast forward a rollercoaster of a year and she was now Miss Money in the Bank, Smackdown’s fastest rising star at twenty-six years old…and Roman Reigns’ sugar baby. Of course, the perks were perking…Traveling in Business Class or in his own jet, designer outfits and accessories, late-night lobster dinners in restaurants shut down just for them, phone bill and house rent paid up, luxury hotel suites like the one they were currently in, enjoying a little after-party of their own after ghosting the one downstairs. But there was nowhere else she would rather be, especially since he would be gone in the morning while Cleo wrestled around the country, missing him something fierce. She never thought she would be in this kind of relationship, but this fun, adorable, generous, criminally sexy older guy had her wondering why she’d never considered it. He took care of her, pampered her, and satisfied her every need. He made her feel like a princess and that was all she’d ever wanted in a man.

She pushed him firmly to catch her breath, lightheaded from his delicious kisses, and licked her plump and swollen lips while staring up at him. Her fingers found the buttons on his dress shirt, slowly flicking each one open to expose his smooth, bronzed, tattooed chest inch by inch, noting the way he shivered as her short acrylic nails gently scraped his skin. She couldn’t help but grin at the sight of his open shirt and his hair loose and wavy; he strongly resembled those romance novel cover models from back in the day.

“Let me down so I can suck on my favorite lollipop,” she requested.

Without hesitation, Roman picked her up off the counter and brought her down to her feet before him. Lowering down to a squat, she backed him up against the counter and relieved him of his slacks with nimble hands. Her darkened eyes leered at his erection bulging impatiently through his Nike briefs, the front stained with his arousal for her. Her fingers peeled the elastic waistband down his muscled thighs, his long, hefty dick almost slapping her in the face when she set it free.

Roman’s breathing quickened as Cleo curled her fist around the throbbing length, squeezing out the bead of precum that clung to the tip. Their hazy gazes locked as her tongue darted out to catch it, licking the underside of his cock before guiding him between her lips, coaxing a deep sigh out of the Samoan.

“Unnnh, shit, Cleo,” Leaning back against the counter for balance, he nearly knocked over his iPhone in the process. Jerkily groping for the device, he picked it up, glanced between his Home Screen and Cleo’s bobbing head, and a naughty idea came to him. Tapping his thumb on the screen to find the camera, he couldn’t hold back his moan when her image materialized through the lens, making his dick disappear in her hot mouth like a magician.

"Smile for the camera, baby, I wanna remember this..." he said.

Her big brown eyes fluttered in his direction, and he tapped the button, the snap sound capturing the image of her pouty lips sealed tight around his dick forever. He firmly gripped the back of her head, struggling to take the picture three more times as she sucked him deeper and harder.

"You can just record it," she pulled him out to say.

His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “For real?” 

“Yeah. Have something to remember me by when you’re away from me.”

This was new. Sure, they’d exchanged dozens of nude selfies and some raunchy solo videos, but they were yet to put any of their sexscapades on film. His train of thought evaporated when a thick string of spit fell from her lips onto his milky brown length. His vision blurred as she then swallowed him up in one go, her sucking more audible from the gathering saliva, her hands twisting determinedly around his erection. As best as he could, he hurried to select the video setting on his phone and hit Record, his fingers digging into her scalp as the vibrations from her moans almost had his knees buckling. 

“Aw man, that mouth is fuckin' goated, princess,” he encouraged, raising his phone higher to get a better shot of her working him. He loved it when she got into it like this, so nasty and with so much passion and concentration. “This what you been waitin’ for all night, huh? This big dick deep down your throat?” he taunted.

Cleo blinked up at him with her long lashes, her naughty smile stretched by his girth. He looked so hot, bare-chested, staring down at her with his hair falling over his face. She could tell he was close already, the veins in his dick seemed to spring to life and thicken in her hand. With every suck, she made sure to moan around his big beautiful cock and let her tongue slurp all over it for extra stimulation. Her goal was to drain him, to wring him dry and make him lose his sanity. 

But not just yet.

Abruptly, she pulled away, sliding him out of her mouth with an audible pop as she said, “Okay, my feet hurt, I ain’t Megan Thee Stallion.” She raised her arms, gesturing for him to pull her back up.

Roman fought back a whine as his cock twitched pitifully from the sudden absence of her oral attention. Her annoyingly sexy smirk told him she was screwing with him again like she liked to, but he kept it to himself, inwardly promising to get his lick back. With shaking hands, he stopped filming and helped her stand up, watching her wobble a little in her high heels. 

Her lilac-colored nails wrapped around the neck of the Cristal bottle as she picked it up for a sip, and poked out her tongue to let the drink drip from it. It was bait, and Roman seized it with a needy growl, lapping up the alcohol with his tongue and making a messy transfer from her mouth onto his. God, he had the tastiest kisses, even coupled with the bittersweet flavor of champagne. When he pawed at the obscenely low neckline of her dress and his mouth latched on to her hardened, bare nipple, her heart thrummed excitedly in her chest as that familiar feeling of desire bloomed within her. 

“This dress is sexy as fuck, princess, but I want it off,” he demanded.

“You can take it off me, Daddy. Let’s go to the bathroom first. And bring your phone with you.” She took him by the hand and led him like a little boy across the large suite. Roman’s mouth watered as he watched her curvy hips sway from side to side as she walked. The things this girl did to him. It’s been a long time since he felt this way about any woman, since he’d been this happy and excited to be with someone. Initially, he felt like a dirty old man taking advantage of the beautiful, bright-eyed young starlet. But that reasoning was short-lived as Cleopatra proved from the jump to be more mature, more well-rounded and more in control than she liked to let on. He liked that a lot about his princess.

The backlit mirror in the fancy bathroom stretched over two sinks, the perfect backdrop for the sinfulness that was about to transpire. With a sultry smile, Cleo bent over one sink and pulled her dress up to her waist, exposing her black g-string nestled between her bountiful round globes. Using two fingers, she parted her folds and circled them gently over her labia, never taking her eyes off her big bad lover man, his phone recording her every move even though his eyes were glued to her soaking wet folds. With her slippery fingers, she rubbed her pussy before bringing them to her mouth to suck them like a pacifier, her moan low and sultry from her own taste.

"Mmm. Come closer, Daddy, I want you," she purred.

As he did, she took his phone and propped it up against the mirror in front of her, leaving the video running. His hulking form towered over her, his body molded into hers, his aching erection straining against her backside. His tongue darted out between his lips as his hands roamed her body. His expansive paws caressed her curves and the fleshy mounds of her ass, his thumb brushing over the phoenix tattoo just above her right buttock. Cleo loved that this Adonis of a man never seemed able to keep his hands off of her. Having done some work on her body, naturally and surgically, she hoped the change would take her places. Never did she think that said place would be in the arms of the face of the WWE. Her career progression, along with his constant attention, was validation that her investment was paying off.

"Look at the camera while I eat this pussy, baby," he instructed. He had the bottle of Cristal in his other hand, and he turned it over and poured the liquid all over her ass, drenching her already damp panties. She watched as he disappeared behind her, and a hiss slipped from her lips as she felt his mouth on her ass, kissing and biting softly. The feel of his long fingers squeezing her cheeks as he licked the champagne off her skin was incredible. He rolled her panties down to meet her stilettos and ran his hands up and down her smooth, toned legs, widening them to expose her wet, glistening pussy from behind. Her stomach fluttered and her loins clenched as he left a trail of big, wet kisses on her inner thighs.

"Your pussy is so pretty, baby girl. Just like you."

He started suckling her folds, using that godly tongue of his to split them apart and lap at her opening. The faster and deeper he moved his tongue, the louder Cleo moaned, all while doing her best to focus on the camera like he wanted. Fuck, his lips were so soft, his tongue warm and fat and heavenly as they worked together to devour her aching cunt.

The Tribal Chief reached around her front, slipping one hand between her thighs. Ignoring the throbbing of his cock reacting to her throaty moans, he pushed his middle fingers inside of her and pumped, reveling in the panting, whimpering mess he'd turned her into. She reached behind her to grab the back of his head, only for him to shove her hand away and slap her ass in warning. Cleo groaned loudly as his finger plunged deeper, nudging that sweet little spot that made her eyes roll back as the pressure built and built. She braced her hands on the sink and rode his face and fingers, grinding her hips until she couldn't anymore. She howled her pleasure as the orgasm quickly overtook her and she came in his mouth and all over his thick beard. The sensation so overwhelming that her legs nearly gave out where she stood.

"I need you to come like that on my dick," Roman murmured as he rose to his feet. Ridding himself of the rest of his clothes, he wrapped a steadying arm around her before guiding her face to his. She moaned as she tasted herself on his tongue, swiveling nastily with hers, devouring each other as though only the other could quench their thirst.

"I can't get enough of you, Cleopatra. Every time I think I'm satisfied, the hunger comes back stronger." He burrowed his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled deeply, letting her flowery scent fill his lungs. "Everything about you makes me so hard. I need you, baby girl."

His voice and his words caressed her heated skin with the same devastating effect as his hands on her. Suddenly, her dress was too tight, too constricting, prompting her to pull it over her head with his help and throw it somewhere far away. She gasped as he immediately reached for her breasts, rolling their softness in his callused palms. Her gaze flickered from the mirror to the camera and back, catching his eye as he winked slyly at her.

She yelped a little as he smacked her hard on her behind, once on each cheek. His hand print seemingly seared into her ass, but she didn't dare say a word. As she waited for his next move, he stepped back, though she could still feel the mass of his thighs warming her backside. Suddenly, she heard the frantic, sticky sound of his hand jerking his dick. She almost melted at his expression through the mirror, his eyes clouded over, his beard glistening with her cum, his lips parted as he pleasured himself right in front of her, holding out on her. As "Sativa" played in the background, Cleo began to throb and pulsate, the anticipation getting her wetter by the second. The fact that he was making her wait sent her hormones into overdrive. Her honey dripped, rolling down her thighs.

When he was done, Roman grabbed the phone and held it right above her backside. His free hand rubbed all over her round ass before he grabbed his dick and spanked it on her ass, feeling harder and bigger than before on her skin. Reaching behind her, Cleo pulled her ass cheeks apart to help him sink inside her with one long thrust. He stroked inside her at a moderate pace, relishing in her sweet cream already streaking his dick. The mirror gave them the perfect view and eye contact. They could see each other's faces when their expressions changed, feel the shudder of their bodies when they moved and when they moaned with pleasure. Damn, what a beautiful sight, all captured on camera for their viewing pleasure.

"Ya know what? Throw that ass back for Daddy," Roman spoke roughly, his large hand clutching her waist and slowly rocking her back and forth on his cock, "This fat, sexy chocolate ass...fuck my dick with it..."

Planting her hands on the marble surface to steady herself, Cleo bit down on her lip as pushed back against him, pausing every couple of seconds to grind on him because he liked it when she did that. More heat bloomed within her loins at the satisfied groans falling from his lips, as he brought his hand down on her ass yet again. Moaning softly, she bounced faster against him, her pussy gripping him tight with each slide inside her. He felt so good, made her feel so full and so ready to explode again as her walls massaged his girth.

"Like that, baby? You want it like that, my Tribal Chief?" she spoke breathlessly, "That dick feels so good Daddy...Oooh sh-"

Roman had grabbed her left leg and lifted it onto the sink, opening her pussy up to him. He held her down and pounded her hard from behind with drunken, reckless abandon. It did something to his brain when Cleo idolized him with all these pet names; Daddy, baby, Tribal Chief; it boosted his ego and made his dick harder knowing that he was indeed in God mode. As her reward, he delivered heavy, grinding strokes right up against her g-spot that intensified her cries and had her gripping the marble surface for dear life.

"Talk to me, baby, tell me where I'm at?" he said, angling the camera to view her flushed face.

"In my stomach." She could barely speak or think straight or even stay upright, weakened from the mindblowing pleasure surging through her. She lay slumped on the sink, her eyes closed, her kiss-swollen lips parted as she enjoyed him inside her. He knew he was hitting her spot whenever her long eyelashes fluttered and her heavy breaths actually stopped for a couple of seconds, her mouth open in a silent cry. His hand then wound around her throat, yanking her body up from the sink and against him with her back to his chest. Twisting her chin towards him, he covered her mouth with a hot, sloppy kiss, coaxing her moans out of her throat and into his. Blindly putting the phone back down, his hips accelerated, drilling her pussy with added force, their slapping wet skin reverberating around the bathroom. His fingers slipped south to strum her clit, making her body tremble, on the verge of complete collapse as each wave of ecstasy grew more incredible than the last.

"D-Daddy...Roman, fuuuuck!" she stuttered, clawing helplessly at his arm around her neck, trapped between the hard surface and his hard strong grip, unable to do anything but endure the dizzying tandem offence of his cock and his hand inside her.

"I can feel you, baby, you 'bout to come, ain't cha?" he asked, a husky groan slipping from his lips as her pussy tightened around him. "Unnnh god, you feel so good. Come for me babe, I want your cum all over my dick."

Cleo's moans dissolved into broken whines as he kept pummeling into her, nudging her closer to the edge until there was no room left and she toppled over headfirst. Her body jerked once, freezing and then shaking as liquid gushed out of her and all over his and her thighs. The ecstasy was blinding, numbing with its sheer intensity. "Shiiiit!" she cried out.

"That's what I'm talkin' 'bout," Roman chuckled, letting her leg down and smacking her ass before spinning her around and lifting her to sit on the sink. His burly arms hooked beneath her knees, dragging her to the edge with his pelvis wedged against her clit. "Legs up, baby girl. Take the camera and watch Daddy fuck his pussy," he ordered.

Cleo licked her lips as she grabbed his phone, staring into the camera with unfocused eyes for a moment before directing it downwards to their naked, sweat-slick bodies. The Tribal Chief shuddered at the contrast of her pretty pink pussy against her russet skin. So fucking sexy. He rubbed his dick left and right like a windshield wiper over the fat, puffy pussy lips before patting her clit with it. "I'ma go nice and slow this time so you can feel all of me," he told her, groaning out loud as he slid in.

Chills ran down her spine as his magic dick stroked her right there, that lower sensitive part of her pussy that made potential orgasms creep in faster than usual. Roman knew exactly where that spot was, and he focused the pressure of his dick there, never stopping his onslaught.

"Shit...fuck that pussy, Daddy, fuck me, oooh yeahhh..." Cleo moaned, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of his dick beating her pussy up, testing the stretch of her walls. It felt so good that her grasp on his phone began to falter. Roman noticed, and he took it from her, extending his arm so that the camera caught the entirety of both their bodies, showing off his messy dick pumping in and out of her creamy pussy.

"Look at us, princess, look how good you take Daddy's big dick. Fuckin' beautiful," he said. She followed his gaze into the camera, honing in on his trademark smoldering lip curl that she always found so hot. Her pussy agreed, leaking just a little bit more for his benefit and hers.

With her arms braced behind her, her legs spread wide and looking right into the camera lens, Cleo watched her lover go to town on her, his dick finding the bottom of her pussy. His strong, toned hips bounced off hers, his increasingly ravenous strokes causing her walls to pulse around his girth. Searching desperately for something else to grab onto, she clutched the back of his neck and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. A clattering noise sounded, and she felt both his hands curl around her throat as he nipped at her lips, his tongue tangling with hers. When he pulled back, the light in his eyes was gone, completely blown with lust and need, and Cleo couldn't help but smile with pride. A warm thrill always rushed through her to see him like this; this huge, powerful, unflappable man losing all composure and control and losing himself in her and in the pleasure she was giving him. It was the biggest ego boost, probably a bigger achievement than anything she'd done in the ring, to know that no one else did this to him or made him feel like this.

Their foreheads pressed together, breathing each other's air while he rocked into her, his dick sliding in deeper with each roll of his hips. His phone lay unattended next to them, having dropped it in the heat of passion. Even as her climax loomed, Cleo still had the wherewithal to prop the phone back up against the wall facing them, not wanting to miss the money shot of their coupling.

"I'm 'bout to come, baby," Roman rasped, his movements intensifying.

"Me too, come in my pussy Daddy, come in me," she whimpered,  her belly warming with the molten heat of an impending explosion.

Her breathless mewls propelled the snapping of his hips, his growls more uninhibited and desperate as he held her legs tighter and fucked her like an animal. Her head banged back against the mirror and her body arched into his with a keening cry, her nails digging into his biceps as her arousal crescendoed and splintered her into a hundred pieces. It felt like the music was playing directly in her brain from how hard she was coming.

"Yeah, come all over me, fuck, Cleo, I love this pussy so much. Daddy 'bout to come so hard for you, ah, mmmhhh..."

The jolt of his big frame and the thick grunt that followed gave him away. His thrusts stopped, and he held himself still inside of her, his head thrown back while he came inside the warm tunnel of her pussy, making the sexiest noises as he lost himself to unbridled pleasure. Cleo moaned with him as her body jerked from the force of his pulsing cock filling her up with his seed. She grinned lazily into the lens knowing that the entire scene was captured perfectly. As he crumpled in her arms, she left a string of kisses along his cheek and his neck, holding him close in a sudden desperate need to crawl into his skin as they descended from the incredible high together.

After the world had quieted and the room had stopped spinning, he straightened his back, kissing her before he pulled his dick out, watching his cum ooze from her pussy. She reached down to spread her pussy lips open while he picked up his phone again to get a closeup of the creampie that he created.

"Feed me our cum, Daddy," Cleo begged with her soft spoken voice. She watched as he swiped two fingers inside her and held up their joined fluids to her lips. Her mouth eagerly weaved around the digits, sucking and licking up their cum juices thoroughly, making him moan at the sexy visual.

"I've trained you well, my baby girl. You like this freaky shit just as much as I do," he teased, kissing her again as his arms wrapped around her waist. This was probably the part Cleo liked the best; the quiet after the storm, the cuddles and sweet butterfly kisses; basking in the afterglow as her love for him continued to blossom and deepen.

"You okay?" he asked, massaging her back in soothing circles as he looked at her.

"Mmm-hmm," she sighed blissfully in response.

"Mmm, that shit was fire, baby. Damn. I know that video is gonna be a masterpiece when we look back at it."

Cleo giggled in agreement, cradling his face in her hands and smoothing her thumbs over his beard, watching him visibly relax from her delicate touch. "Send it to me. I plan on having a lot of fun with it when you're not around."

"Dirty girl," he replied playfully with another sweet kiss, leaning down to help her take off her shoes. "Speaking of, what's TV like for you on Friday? It's the run-in angle from Damage Ctrl, right?"

"Yep. I'm off all through next week to sell the beatdown. Why?"

"Perfect. I'm at my place in Palm Springs for a week. Come meet me there after the show. I'll send you your flight details. Gabriel will take you to the airport and I'll come get you when you touch down. Bring a couple of bikinis and dinner dresses. You need some money for those, babe?"

Shaking her head no, she smiled the sweetest smile and hugged him. He spoiled her so much. She still had to pinch herself sometimes that this was her life. "You take such good care of me, Daddy. I lo-...I appreciate you."

If he caught the near slip-up, he didn't show it. "I appreciate you too. You should know by now that I love spending my money on you and taking care of you. So your fine ass better get used to it if you ain't."

Get used to it. She couldn't help but let her imagination run amuck at those words. Was it possible that he saw something more concrete between them? After all, they pretty much acted like boyfriend and girlfriend and most of the roster knew they were a thing. Deep down she longed for confirmation, but she also didn't want to ruin their great dynamic by overcomplicating it with an "official" label.

"Question. That video is in safe hands, right?" she changed the subject, making Roman snicker at the tinge of trepidation in her voice.

"Relax. The security on my phone is double-cheeked up," he insisted.

"You sure? Cuz I'mma smash your phone to pieces if I have to," she warned. "My folks will kill me if that video ever leaked."

Her cute little threat had him chuckling. She was so adorable. "Easy, tiger. It's safe, for mine and your eyes only. I'd never do anything to embarrass my baby girl." He stroked her chin gently, his eyes soft and filled with a warm, tingling emotion that brewed inside him only for this beautiful, exciting woman and seemed to grow stronger every day. He knew what it was, and he secretly prayed that it was not one-sided.

Their lips met once more in a gentle, sensual kiss that neither of them wanted to end. The disappointment sinking inside Cleo when he pulled away quickly vanished as he picked her up and carried her towards the shower. Again, she let him take her wherever the hell he wanted to. As long as she got to be with her Daddy, it didn't matter where they went. Sooner or later, with the right timing and persuasion, she would finally gather the courage to tell him she was in love with him.

THE END

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My name is Rachelillustrates (call me Rae) and I'm a queer/body-positive focused Faerie and fantasy artist, comic artist and writer.

Main fandoms, at the moment: "The Hobbit"/"Lord of the Rings," Critical Role (campaign one), MCU Thor (and the comics that inspired the recent films), "Lore Olympus," "Suitor Armor," and Holly Black's "The Folk of the Air" series and everything attached to it.

Current main ships, in fandom: Bagginshield (The Hobbit/LotR), Gentlebeard (OFMD), Harlivy (DC/Batfamily), Oak/Suren ("The Folk of the Air"/"The Stolen Heir")

Main vibes, in both fanwork and original work: body/size-positivity and queer representation, as previously mentioned. Gnome positivity and recognition, Orc positivity and recognition, fantasy Dwarven positivity and recognition. Found family. Self-sovereignty paired with compassion for all AND the healing power of True Love in all its forms.

Biggest original project: "Tock the Gnome"

"What do you do, when you're a lost faerie in a realm that has forgotten it is Faerie at all? When you set out to save a legendary Princess that no one else believes in? When you intend to court and marry that Princess, but you meet someone else - someone fascinating - on the road? When your Love can change the world?

Follow Tock, a Gnome woman from a steampunk-society in a realm of high fantasy, as she finds herself in such a situation. Driven by a Fairy Tale about a trapped Elven princess on a floating island, she convinces her friend Bumble – an airship pilot – to join her quest to rescue her. They hire extra firepower from unfamiliar lands, and together they seek the island and the princess. But what they seek may not be quite what they expected…"

Available to read for free across the platform of your choice here.

Thanks for taking a look 🦋

[theladyragnell]

Ooh! Re: book recs for the new year, do you have any lesser known fantasy (or sci fi tbh) recommendations? Or better known but pre-2010s books - I've kind of devoured a lot of the modern stuff, and we have a shockingly similar taste in books

Ooh, excellent! I never actually know what's lesser known? So I'm going with things I haven't seen a lot of internet buzz about, with a decent amount of indie and self-pub. A lot of it will be fantasy romance, but I'll try for a variety!

The Devotion of Delflenor by R. Cooper (I'm going to keep trying until someone reads this piney piney lady knights book, damn it)

The Tea Princess Chronicles by Casey Blair

Salt Magic, Skin Magic by Lee Welch (a lot of people were talking about Seducing the Sorcerer by the same author a year or so ago, but I like this one better!)

Elder Race by Adrian Tchaikovsky, and then if you like the concept behind that, try the Steerswoman books by Rosemary Kirstein

Ariah by B.R. Sanders is very worldbuildy and cool

Sharon Shinn flies under the radar sometimes but tends to have cool worldbuilding concepts, I'm midway through the Elemental Blessings series and really enjoying it

Felicia Davin's Gardener's Hand trilogy is great, and Davin now has a historical fantasy romance(/verging on erotica in places) epistolary series coming out, of which I've read the first, The Scandalous Letters of V and J is very fun.

I've only read the first of Effie Calvin's Ieflaria series of largely sapphic fantasy romance, but I had fun with that one!

I like Amy Rae Durreson, who usually writes m/m fantasy romance, try Reawakening on for size but be warned the second book has a plague in it

If you like middle grade, I really like Merrie Haskell's fairy tale retellings and her short stories for older readers too, she's very Robin McKinley-esque

(Speaking of, if you haven't read Robin McKinley, please do, any of her you can get your hands on but particularly her fairy tales and Chalice)

Three Princes by Ramona Wheeler is one I don't remember a lot about but the concept is great, it's the kind of alternate history I wish more people were writing instead of 18,000 "The Nazis/Confederates Won" books (and similarly, P. Djeli Clark's Dead Djinn books, though those have a much bigger dose of fantasy)

CJ Cherryh can sometimes be a bit dense for my mood, but I've read the first three books in her series that starts with Foreigner and there is SO much fun politics and worldbuilding. (I haven't read fantasy from her, just sci fi, sorry, almost posted this without making that clear, this is very much sci fi!)

Okay, that's what I've got for this exact second! I'm on a different floor from the bookshelf that has the most of my older fantasy on it, so there's not quite as much of that as intended, but it's what I've got in me!

[rainbowmagicfairyfight]

[arickaandherfictionalothers]

Descendants Canon: Prologue

(The Auradon royal cousins/Auradon Jr Council)

(Top to bottom: Ben Florian, Chad and Aricka Charming, Sebastian White and Audrey Rose.)

Our story begins with an iPad being flipped to a book, with the title Descendants. A young girl’s voice can be heard narrating; and this is what she says…

“Once upon a time, long, long ago... well, more like 20 years ago... Belle married her Beast in front of 6,000 of their closest personal friends.” She laughs. “Big cake. Yeah, so instead of a honeymoon, Beast united all of the kingdoms and got himself elected king of the United States of Auradon. He rounded up all the villains and sidekicks... basically all the really interesting people... and he booted them off to the Isle of the Lost with a magical barrier to keep them there.”

The iPad shows pictures of a decrepit wasteland; with rundown buildings, rotting trees and little to no food to be seen. “This is my hood. No magic. No wi-fi. No way out. Or so I thought. Hang on, you're about to meet us. But first, this happened…”

~~~~~~~~~~

In the United States of Auradon, several teens gathered in a secret meeting room in Château de Bête, where they had been planning a special proclamation since they were 12. The teens gathered were:

Crown Prince Benjamin Alexandre Florian I of the United States of Auradon.

Crown Prince Chadwick James Charming of Sardinia, and his twin sister, Crown Princess Aricka Claire Charming of Charmington.

Crown Princess Audrey Rae-LynnRose of Auroriaand Ulstead, and fill-in heir of the Moors.

Crown Prince Sebastian Alistair White of Hanover, and his little sister, Crown Princess Emma White of Misthaven.

Prince Doug Crystalsmith of Stonehaven.

Future General of Xiangyang, Li Lonnie.

Sultan in training Aziz Jaliyl Ababwa of Agrabah.

Crown Princess Ruby Eliana Fitzherbert of Corona.

Future Head Fairy Godmother Jane LaFae of Auradon.

Crown Princess Melody Daniels of Atlantica and Westerly Kingdom.

Genie-in-Training Jordan Dahlia Fadel of Agrabah.

And the twins of Enchancia, Crown Princess Amber Rhiannon and Prince James Declan Winslow.

They were the future of Auradon after all. They had to be better than their parents when it came to providing equal opportunities for everyone who deserved them.

~~~~~~~~

“Alright,” Ben addresses his future council. “Tomorrow is my final fitting for the coronation. I will also be announcing our first official proclamation to my parents. We all know which children we want to invite over. Do we all have our papers pleading those children’s cases?”

Aricka Charming, acting as Ben’s secretary in the moment, accepted the papers being passed forward and handed them to Ben, who slotted them into a briefcase next to him. “Thank you, Aricka,” he says, smiling gratefully at her. “Just so we’re all on the same page, let’s review the children I’ll be mentioning to my parents tomorrow.” He clears his throat. “I selected Mal Bertha; daughter of Maleficent. The daughter of the Mistress of all Evil deserves a chance to be good if she wants to be, and to have opportunities to be safe and in an environment where she can relax for once.”

“Jay Scheherazade. His mother knew he was kidnapped by his father when the barrier went up, and she’s been petitioning Auradon and Agrabah to rescue him for years, this is the least we can do for her.” That was Aziz. “That and nobody deserves to grow up with that man as a sperm donor.”

Audrey went next. “It was difficult for me to decide but after what our teams found out I believed the best choice was for me to pick Princess Evelyn Grimhilde. She has committed no crime against Auradon so her royal status should be respected and validated, and I know for a fact anyone living with someone like the EQ needs a chance to be free.” Jane and Aricka squeezed Audrey’s shoulders, knowing what she was implying.

Then Chad spoke, “I selected Carlos de Vil, because he has been at the mercy of that cruel woman for years, who knows what she did to him, we all know what she tried doing to the Radcliffe family. Anita and Roger also have expressed an interest in adopting him if he wanted them to. We would just have to be careful in exposing him to any kind of dog, big little or in between.” He looks at his notes. “He has a cat, maybe we could look into making the cat his emotional support animal.”

Aricka spoke up after her twin, “We all know I’ve been having dreams lately… dreams about a boy who is my True Love…” they all nodded. “I’m choosing Harry Hook, as he is the boy in my dream. However. My official reasoning for selecting him is that he has sisters as well, and in order for them to come they need to see that Harry is good, and I know he is. In my dreams he is nothing but sweet and kind and earnest, but he hides it under a mask of anger and rage and vengeance. If we get him away from his father’s influence he should thrive.”

“I’ve selected Uma Nautica, daughter of Ursula. She is a fierce leader and Ariel has also expressed an interest in getting to know her cousin, as Ursula is Ariel’s aunt. Melody and I both chose her as our pick, as she is from the Wharf side of the Isle and would know which of those children we should bring over as well.” That was Jane.

Lonnie was next, “I selected the only VK who was given special permission to leave the Isle six months out of the year to live with her stepmother Persephone; Aricka Kore Page. She will be able to help us help her fellow VKs acclimate and adjust to being in Auradon as she knows more of how things work over here, and she can also aide in the selection processes.”

“I chose Azalea Ixoria,” Sebastian White drawls, having sent Lonnie one of his dazzling white smiles, as Aricka Kore Page was also his girlfriend. “Daughter of a florist turned royal jeweler for the Queen of Hearts, one of the lesser villains on the Isle.”

Then came the one they were all most anxious to mention. “I have chosen Gilbert Legume,” Doug says. “Son of Gaston. Belle of all people should feel sympathetic for him, she knows just how toxic Gaston was, and we can use her sympathy to convince her to help us help Gil. He’s just a child, he deserves a chance. Just like any of them.”

They all nod, knowing they would have to have Gil be mentioned last, hating that he might be the only not able to be included this first wave just because he was born to Belle and Adam’s worst enemy.

“We can’t worry about that right now,” Ben pushes on. “We simply must make the proposal and then mention the children we want to come over in the first wave. These kids are the main players on the Isle. If we get the leaders over here: they can help us help their crew. We can get them to see that good really is worth it all.”

Murmurs of assent are heard, Jane Darling dutifully taking notes of the proceedings. “After the VK Isle Reformation Proclamation has been in place for a while, we will then move on to the Magical Creatures and Persons Act, allowing those born with magic or those who have been chosen to learn magic to be allowed to practice their arts in peace, much like the Northuldra in Arendalle do, or the people of Camelot.”

“We can restore the Moors to its original beauty,” Audrey says, remembering her mother’s stories of how beautiful it had once been.

“And we can work on getting homes for the VKs who were orphaned or who don’t want their villain parent to be their parents anymore,” Aricka added.

“Hear, hear,” Chad said. “We already have several parents interested- including Lathyn Baker; mine and Aricka’s aunt Anastasia’s husband. He’s eager to have his 19 year old son, Anthony, back home.”

“So it’s settled,” Ben says, and suddenly they could all see a glimpse of the future king he was to be. “I will make our proclamation known to my parents, and after that we will begin working on invitations for the future transfer students.”

They dispersed with hugs and plans to meet up for homework finalizations or for meals or just to hang out together, and Ben went to his own room to prepare for the most nerve wracking conversation of his life.

~~~~~~~~~ The Next Day ~~~~~~~~~

Ben assembled his council again, and when they all met in the secret room as usual they were met with a very exuberant and excited Prince Benjamin. “So,” he begins with a wild grin on his face. “Who’s ready to finalize the preparations for our new guests?”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@astralshipper

@rosieshipper

@hyperionshipping

@yeehawselfshipping

@letsgofoletsgo thank you for always letting me borrow Azalea-!

@callsign-revenge

@tsundere-selfship

[withahappyrefrain]

🍓🍓 a compliment for YOU, my darling Abby -- you are so kind and so cool and I love how thoughtful and mindful you are. It's part of what makes you an incredible teacher. You are friendly and engaging. You are brilliant, you EMANATE and RADIATE. Your writing is TOP TIER. I'm proud to be your wife.

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RAE THATS NOT HOW THIS WORKS

You are so witty and intelligent and such a badass, you are pure sunshine, a Disney princess come to life and one day we'll go to a taco tequila bar and I'll cry but it's okay because it'll be so wonderful

[tvmigraine]

Phantala Syndrome: Prelude

The following is a written piece I wrote for some friends to help give them an idea of the "City of Mist" game I'm running. It's set in a city run by Disney and promoted to be idyllic, hiding a seedy underbelly of conspiracies and supernatural events.

You can read it below! Expect more as I write stuff for my players, or any other story that gets requested.

DISNEY CITY OPENS: WILL IT HAVE A FAIRY-TALE ENDING? Article by Bella-Rae Bellamy

After over ten years of demanding work, Disney Imagineering happily announced the completed development of their experimental community “Storyliving by Disney” towns. Originally unveiled back in 2022 and first accepting applicants back in 2027, Disney began construction in California of a city that would be staffed by Disney employees and cast members, with the goal of making audiences feel closer to their favourite properties than ever. Now, Walter’s Hope is open and has available housing for any members of the public to move. As the project as ends and the general public are finally able to access Walter’s Hope, it has become a haven for people looking for a second chance at life. With over 2,000 households, one Disney employee reveals a majority of their newest families have “been immigrants or veterans, people that need those fresh starts. It has been reassuring to know that they have found a place to just be their truest selves, where imagination can really be harnessed in ways they might have forgotten. Our founder, Walt Disney, always envisioned a world where we would all be able to let our creativity live hand in hand and he’d be overjoyed with the work we’ve done here.” One of the biggest selling points to Walter’s Hope is its hand-in-hand association with Disney, which can be seen obviously just in the sight of its familiar mouse-shaped landscape. It is two signature ears hold two of their main promotional districts themed after popular brands – the “Princess” District to the left and the “Villains” District, both holding a more regal landscape and Vegas-like attitude guaranteed to bring in tourists. Where there is smaller “Marvel” and “Star Wars” residential districts that offer their own pieces of excitements (and experimental exhibits you would expect from Disneyland itself), most people will find themselves living in the “Oswald Park” residential district, named after their long forgotten mascot Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. Early settlers in Walter’s Hopehave already given raving reviews, with kids able to enjoy the excitements of an amusement park while parents get the comfort of a normal day-to-day life. One mother commented that other families “should expect to see a lot of kids around the area, riding on bikes and getting into trouble.” Walter’s Hope already made headlines when, early on in the project, the “Storyliving Lottery” was held and allowed five families to move into one of the five main districts. This sparked controversy when the original winner of the lottery was rushed to hospital shortly after moving due to what was officially labelled as a major gas leak. When asked to comment, a Disney reassured us that “this issue was a one-time situation. Every other house has been thoroughly checked and we can reassure all potential citizens that there is nothing to worry about.” But this may not be as reassuring as it first appears. Already, rumours and urban legends have begun to spread about Walter’s Hope, ranging from the sinister to the supernatural. While the crime rate has remained low in the early months, half a dozen disappearances have been reported in the poorer parts of their residential district, which houses many of the marginalised households. Along with that, reports have been made of Disney’s attempts to cover up underground constructions of alleged tunnel systems beneath Walter’s Hope. Any attempts to receive an official comment from Disney affiliation was ultimately declined. All this raises the question, is Walter’s Hope the picturesque fairy tale city that we have all been led to believe? Or should the public expect to hear more bad news in the future about Disney’s long awaited experiment? For more information, or your own booking, go to storylivingbydisney.com/residency/walters_hope and go from there.

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Fireworks lit up the skies of Walter’s Hope, their grand official opening already going just as planned. For many families they were already settling into their homes, getting themselves to bed or mingling with neighbours as parties were starting to take up the streets. The two leading districts were seeing what’d be the most business they’d come across, as men and women partied, drank, and gambled away their money either on games or knick-knacks that’d be thrown into a bin only a week later.

For many, they were enjoying their second chance.

Simon was enjoying the cool breeze before he’d have his head cut off.

Was it petty that the only ting that upset him was the blood splattering his suit? He’d had it custom made by the finest tailor in the city, hair brushed just perfect to make it clear to everybody who had the power, who was in charge. All of that felt rather meaningless in his current state – his hair, formerly neatly parted and travelling down his back, now had chunks missing out of it where he’d grappled with the thug that’d attacked him. The blood splattered across his chest where his arm had been broken, nearly torn out of its socket before it was instead slashed at with a disc-shaped blade. Funny, he thought to himself, I’d have rather liked getting my hands on that.

At the end of the pier leading to Monstro Lake, Simon Gaskill was on his knees with the biker still standing over him, his knife in hand. Behind him, Simon could see someone walking down. She’d just gotten out of a black car, she must’ve been behind this. Somebody else after the Throne, maybe? She wore a tight blue dress over a plump frame, covering her face from view with a large-brimmed hat. It was hard to make her out, but she had the look of somebody in charge, somebody that’d grown docile from being at the top of the food chain. Simon couldn’t resist smiling, maybe he could tear her apart in a moment. He just needed the right opportunity. Then when he got home, he could eat whatever he hadn’t torn off of her body.

“Step away from him,” she instructed the biker. He dutifully listened. Good, Simon thought, an even better opportunity.

“You’ve been rather a pain, Mr Gaskill,” the blonde woman told the man as he remained kneeling. He couldn’t undo the ropes around his wrists, she found that to be reassuring. In the few short months that Simon Gaskill had been here, he’d made a reputation for himself as a man eater, hardly a cannibal not someone who’d refrain from the taste. “Several of my men have come back in more than one piece and, I can’t help but notice, it’s been happening in some of my district. Care to explain that.”

Gaskill shrugged, smirking playfully as he told her “Maybe they were mistaken.” He had that hunger in his eyes, like a starved animal. The woman sighed in disappointment. “You are well aware of our agreement. Your people remain in your district…” Her hand landed on his shoulder, her thumb digging into the wound the biker had left. “And we remain in ours.”

Simon hissed in pain, her touch was as cold as ice and the wound was chillingly worse for it. He yelled at her, “Then how come your men are trying to come to my area! You say you want to honour our agreement but don’t think I can’t tell what you’re doing. Whoever you are, digging into my territory? There’s trouble coming for you.”

The woman looked at him in confusion. “Your territory?” She asked curiously, shaking her head. “No, no, that can’t be right. That territory belongs to whoever is in charge, truly, of the Villains District and you? Well, you’ve been voted out.”

Gaskill had to hold himself back from shooting to his feet. “Excuse me?”

“It’s very simple. You broke the rules you agreed to, so the rest of your little crime ring simply voted you out.”

“I’m their Caesar, they can’t do that to me!”

“Oh no, they can,” the woman corrected. “It was a rather simple process and while there will be a power vacuum for the time being, no doubt another dirty little snake like yourself will fill that space. You have a talent for that.” She crouched down by Simon, putting on a mocking face of pity. “Oh, I’m sorry, were you not there for that meeting?”

Simon growled in fury. Not like a man who’d just had his life, his empire, snatched away from him, but like a wild animal that’d managed to break into another animal’s enclosure. His face was distorting to reflect that as a muzzle pushed out from his face, his bones cracked and breaking into place. His teeth became jagged as he lunged. With a speed that was unrivalled by many, he sunk his teeth into the woman’s shoulder. He’d aimed for the neck, but her scream of pain showed that he hadn’t focused properly enough to get where he wanted. He pulled his teeth out of her to try and lunge again.

The biker struck first.

With a single upwards slice from the disc-shaped blade, Simon Gaskill was struck dead on the end of the pier. His body tumbled off the end and landed in the waters of the lake, floating motionless as the red spread around him.

The biker moved to the woman, but she just yelled at him, “Get off of me, you idiot!” She held her shoulder for only a moment before feeling ice starting to spread across it sharply. “Damn it, gloves, give me my gloves!” She demanded from the biker, who quickly obliged. She put on the soft velvet and moved to the end of the pier, staring at the lion-faced body.

“So much for ‘Long Live the King’, I suppose,” she openly mused. The biker remained silent to her disappoint, it was more fun when there was someone willing to talk about her plans, especially when one was going so well. She held her shoulder as it bled, this could be dealt with soon. “Now we merely leave the dogs to tear themselves apart,” she openly mused, “and we’ll have the whole of Hope to ourselves. And you’ll be rewarded handsomely, I can promise.”

The biker remained silent, causing her to huff childishly. “It wouldn’t hurt for you to show some admiration,” she grumbled. He merely gestured back to her car, as if to hurry along. The woman nodded and told him, “I will return to my castle. You know your next mission and you will not return to me until you find that boy. This will all be for nothing if somebody gets to him before me, do you understand?”

The biker nodded, placing the ring blade onto his back. She nodded and made it back to her car, while he travelled to his bike. They sped off in opposite directions but both heading towards the same goal.

Simon Gaskill’s remains would go nowhere, except aimlessly floating deeper into Monstro Lake. If he waited long enough (which a corpse was very good at), he might even chance an encounter with the creature itself.

~~~~~~

In one week, the first child would be reported missing.

A few days later, the second child would follow.

The third child would be unique. Unlike the last two that had been snatched when their parents weren’t looking, Max Kingston would get on his bike at midnight and run away from home without saying a word. When his parents went to find him in the morning, they found a single note on his bed as a clue to find him.

[rae-gar-targaryen]

I let some app generate pics that tangentially look like me (if you squint), all to comport with the name of trend. Enjoy the many fake faces of Rae, all with their own backstory--

big city lawyer, or Star Wars rebel captain?

sketches by the FBI artist who has become obsessed with me whilst I'm under investigation for the mysterious death of husband number three.

lord of the rings elf.

cyberpunk streetloser.

Dolores from "Westworld," or art deco muse who just realized she's forgotten her coffee at home.

fairy princess picrew.

[slytherintragedy]

♡ FULL NAME: Elektra Phoenix Black  ♡ KNOWN AS: Elle, Kate, Rae ♡ BIRTHDAY: July 31, 1982 ♡ GENDER & PRONOUNS: Female - She /Her ♡ ORIENTATION: Biromantic, Bisexual ♡ BLOOD STATUS: Pureblood ♡ HEIGHT: 5′10” ♡ WEIGHT: 130 lbs ♡ EYE COLOR: Brown ♡ HAIR COLOR: Brunette, Sometimes dyed ♡ SPECIES: Witch (Human) ♡ PLACE OF RESIDENCE: Isle of Skye, Scotland, Hogwarts ♡ OCCUPATION: Student, Bartender, Entertainer ♡ HOUSE: Slytherin ♡ PATRONUS: Snowy Owl ♡ WAND: 11", Rosewood, Fairy Wing ♡ FACECLAIM: Zendaya Coleman

BIOGRAPHY

On July 31st, 1982, Blair Amethyste Nightingale welcomed a beautiful baby girl which she named Elektra Phoenix Black, which she was absolutely over the moon smitten with her little princess so much that her mom became a stay at home mom for a few years, wanting to spend as much time with her as she could. Her father was none other than Sirius Black but due to unfortunate circumstances, he wasn't apart of Elektra's life. Yet her mother would always tell her stories, trying her best to make sure their daughter knew about her dad even if he was unaware of her existence.

When Elektra was six, Blair ended up opening a bar slash potion shop called The Blackout Supernova with some of the money her parents left her. And even though her mother was busy raising her and running her own business, her mother always made time to take her on adventures, to explore new places and try new things with her. And they would even use their imaginations to make up stories about their adventures so there was never a dull moment, just like her mother did with her parents when she was young.

Growing up, despite being pureblood, she wasn't raised to believe in pureblood supremacy but she was informed about it. So she wouldn't be blinded by it when she came across people who did, also to help her understand why her father's family wasn't in her life. So Elektra didn't seek them out, though she did seek out one of her father's friends, Remus. Would spend as much time with him as she was allowed to, he had became like a father figure to her and she was so appreciative of that. Which is why after she received her letter to Hogwarts, she wasted little time owling him to let him know.

It was on the train to Hogwarts the she met Draco, after running into him while looking for a place to sit. Couldn't help giving him sass in response to the attitude he had given her, didn't care if the male was technically her cousin - she wasn't going to take his shit. She ended up sitting in the same department as Remus, who was asleep. It was there that she met Harry, Hermione, and Ron. Though after what happened on the train, she couldn't help but to wonder if her mom's last minute hesitation was justified. Since after all they both had heard the news about Sirius Black escaping from Azkaban, even if they both don't believe he's a real danger, who knows what has changed in the years he's been locked up. But she quickly forgotten all about it when she was sorted into Slytherin like her mother but just like her mother, she was almost sorted into Gryffindor. Which the moment she could, she sent a letter to her mother, letting her know.

And while she was worried about her mother because she truly didn't know if her father would search for her or not, she did her best to enjoy her time at Hogwarts. Which she made several friends from each house, different blood statuses as well. Though when she heard that her father was close to the school, Elektra was tempted to go searching for him but apparently Remus counted on that. And had talked her out of it but it definitely wasn't fair because she wanted to know him, at least meet him just once. And when she learned that her father escaped, she thought maybe one day she would. Although when she learned Remus wouldn't be returning next year, she was sad about it because he was her favorite teacher but then again, she was bias cause father figure. But either way, he was the best.

During her second year, she was tempted to try out for Quidditch but she eventually decided against it. At least for now since this year her school was hosting the Triwizard tournament, which much to her disappointment she wasn't allowed to enter. Though when Harry's name got called she was suspicious because there was no way he did it, he was only fourteen and from what she could tell didn't want in it. And it was even more concerning how Dumbledore and Crouch allowed him to participate in it, like it wasn't right at all. Though when everyone seemed to be turning against Harry, Elektra was the one who actually tried to become his friend. Was genuinely rooting for him, even though she had a bad feeling about this. Was beyond disappointed once again when she learned only fourth years and up could attend the yule ball, and the only way third years and lower could attend was if they were invited. Which luckily for her, she managed to snag an invite and had such a blast. Yet if she had knew the horror the end of the tournament would bring, she would have made sure Potter enjoyed his night as well.

When her mother learned that Voldemort was back, she was tempted to pack them up and flee to America. Didn't want to send her child in the midst of the war, after all Blair couldn't bare to lose her only child to the same people who killed her parents. But she reluctantly sent her back, trusted it was still safe for her. Although after meeting Umbridge, Elektra wished that her mother did refuse to send her back. But she was glad she didn't because it was that year, that Elektra decided to join Dumbledore's Army.

During the Battle of Hogwarts, she was evacuated for being young. But she ended up sneaking back and joining the reinforcements because she couldn't sit back and just let people she knew die for nothing, plus at least if she died then she died a hero. Which to be honest there was some close calls but she managed to escape them, and everything she witnessed several people she knew die, it killed her inside. But she managed to survive, managed to return to finish her school years. Yet the events of the Second Wizarding War had changed her a bit, scared her in ways she'd never fully recover from.

After she finished her schooling, she ended up working in her mom's bar as a bartender and entertainer.

FAMILY

Sirius Black - Father †

Blair Nightingale - Mother

Orion Black - Paternal Grandfather †

Walburga Black - Paternal Grandmother †

Regulus Black - Paternal Uncle †

Twyla Black - Paternal Cousin

Kaiza Nightingale - Maternal Grandfather †

Reize Nightingale - Maternal Grandmother †

Bellatrix Lestrange (née Black) - Paternal second cousin †

Andromeda Tonks (née Black) - Paternal second cousin

Narcissa Malfoy (née Black) - Paternal second cousin

Nymphadora Tonks - Paternal third cousin †

Draco Malfoy - Paternal third cousin

Galexia Malfoy - Paternal third cousin

House of Black - Paternal Family

House of Nightingale - Maternal Family

CONNECTIONS

Remus Lupin - Godfather †

Pandora Lovegood - Godmother †

James Potter- Godfather †

Lily Potter (née Evans) - Godmother †

Harry Potter - Friend

Hermione Granger - Friend

Astoria Greengrass - Friend

Luna Lovegood - Friend

Soren Sykes - On & Off Boyfriend

Elaila Shadowborne - Enemy

Faera Drakonus - Enemy

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current original fiction project summaries/tag lists

it occurs to me that it doesn't make much sense to have an original fiction-writing blog and then just chuck a bunch of contextless nonsense into the void, so maybe some summaries of my current stories are called for!

story: prophecy trilogy

story: we did not fulfill the prophecy (prophecy trilogy book #1)

summary:

After a century of civil war between the imperial Teyan army and murderous Birthfighter seditionists, Doli Lin — foundling turned exile, aide and adopted brother to the imperial princess, unwilling prophet — is ready for the fighting to end, and he has an idea on how to make that happen: a prophecy he gave on the day the war began, the day of his own greatest loss. After years of winning her Birthfighter masters’ battles for them, Jatatyla — magical prodigy, ruthless living weapon, killer of the Teyan emperor — is ready to free herself, from control on one side of the war and retaliation on the other. After a lifetime of alienation and abuse, Loreleaf — religious outcast, one-time child soldier, fire-cursed by his god — is ready for something, anything, to change. Reunited by chance, fate, or the benign meddling of a sympathetic young prince, Doli Lin, Jatatyla, and Loreleaf decide to stop waiting for the prophecy to fulfill itself and take the war’s end into their own hands. But the Resurrectionist Prophecy is far from clear, and the kind of control they’re chasing is elusive at best. They may change the course of the war — or they may find themselves powerless to change their place in its history, as they always have been.

book tags: story: prophecy trilogy, story: we did not fulfill the prophecy

character tags: char: doli lin, char: jatatyla, char: loreleaf, char: marou, char: tomi

relationship tags: dynamic: doli + tomi, dynamic: doli lin & jat, dynamic: jatatyla & loreleaf, dynamic: jatatyla & marou, pair: loremarou

[#2 and #3 coming soon/eventually]

story: satisfaction

summary:

Judah D'Arville has returned to Rieun, a port city of elves, humans, dwarves, dryads, and more. It's the city of her birth -- and death. Or, more accurately, her undeath. After more than a hundred years of exile from the noble family, society, and fiancé that rejected her after her turning, Judah wants revenge, so much that she'll risk disgrace, and worse, to get her hands on the vampire who turned her. Her plans for vengeance are cold-blooded, meticulous, and all-consuming.

Until she meets Dara.

Dara is a chimaera, a creature fabricated from bits and pieces of other living beings. Her very existence is a scandal and a mortal crime -- not unlike Judah's own. Despite her best efforts to focus on her revenge schemes, Judah can't leave another monster girl to her own devices, and decides to help Dara find her creator and solve the mystery of the bloody murder scene Dara was first discovered in.

But Rieun is a dangerous place for monsters, and while Judah tracks down her sire as well as Dara's creator, someone else is hunting her. No matter how smart Judah is -- no matter how carefully she plots her steps -- she can't plan for what horrors people will commit out of fear, fury, or love... or what lengths she herself will go to to ensure Dara's survival.

character tags: char: judah, char: dara

story: bitter magic

summary:

As far as Rae is concerned, she has always been a fairy changeling. All her memories of being human are gone; she doesn’t remember why she asked to be changed, and she intends to keep it that way, thank you very much. She’s perfectly happy to spend her days alone (except for her talking cat Satu, of course), granting the wishes of the few rural villagers who remember she exists, banishing the odd ghost for food and pocket change.

When the prince of a nearby taifa summons her to take care of a ghost in the castle, Rae assumes it’s a normal job, albeit with better compensation than usual. But the ghost refuses to be banished. It’s here for Rae, it tells her; it’s the spirit, not of a human, but of a fairy — one who knew Rae as she was, before her changing.

The ghost escapes, leaving poisoned wells in its wake, as well as an ultimatum: Rae can only banish it in the ruins of the City of Gold, where a long-ago great civilization was destroyed in a single night. If Rae doesn’t come to face the ghost, it will contaminate the waters of her village, her taifa, and more, until the whole land is poisoned and dead — just like the ghost, just like the City of Gold.

Rae reluctantly sets out to meet the ghost on its own terms, accompanied by Satu, the prince, the prince’s valet, and a noble girl intent on becoming a ghostly scholar. What she plans to do is to banish the ghost and go home. What she fears is that the ghost will reveal her — the person Rae was before her changing, and the pain she sacrificed so much to forget.

character tags: coming soon

story: deep six

summary: coming soon

character tags: coming soon

story: hunter and poet

summary: coming soon

character tags: coming soon

story: the monster at the bottom of the universe

summary: coming soon

character tags: coming soon

[llpodcast]

(Literary License Podcast)

Join the captivating journey with the Literary License Podcast as we explore vintage and modern films, and delve into meaty discussions about social media's impacting modern society. This season 7 retrospective takes us through family film classics, "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" and "Enchanted," with our humorous hosts, Vicki Rae, Keith Chawgo and John Wilson.

 From gleaning insights on popular games to discussing independent films and popular TV series, this episode traverses a variety of topics. Central to the discussion is the critique of social media obsessions and the undeniable charms of classics like "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" and "Enchanted." Take part in this dialogue that balances the exciting and the thought-provoking.

 Our discourse on "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" unravels its unique blend of magic, war, and self-discovery, set apart from other Disney productions. We follow the enchanting journey of novice witch Miss Eglantine Price and the lovable con man, Professor Emilius Brown, highlighting significant moments of this live-action and animation production that won the Academy Awards for Best Special Visual Effects.

 Journey further into Disney's magical realms as we explore "Enchanted" and its sequel "Disenchanted." Enjoy anecdotes and insights into this brilliant mix of real-world practicality and fairy-tale sweetness. The brilliant star-studded performance, toe-dipping bits into the world of fairy-tales, and shared laughter make this episode an enjoyable ride for every movie lover.

 The analysis doesn't stop there. Dive into the magic of "Princess Diaries" and "Enchanted," discussing their musical scores, animation style, and lasting impact. Unwrap these influential tales of princesses and the fantasized version of New York while acknowledging Disney's self-awareness balancing charm and humour.

 Tune in as we light-heartedly ponder film critiques, explore the paradox of commercial breaks, and appreciate cinema's enchanting magic. An episode designed for those who appreciate being carried away into whimsical tales and hearty discussions about the digital age's challenges and opportunities.

 00:00:40- Films that scare, entice, and invite children into the underbelly of life as we know it.; 00:01:21- Hello, welcome to the Literary License Podcast. This is Dark Families Week.; 00:35:07 - The Modern Dilemma; 00:41:10- Enter Bedknobs and Broomsticks; 00:46:48- The Timeless Gem; 00:53:17- Glimpse into History; 00:56:42 - Behind the Scenes; 01:01:52- The Studio System’s Decline; 01:06:54- Angela Lansbury’s Versatility; 01:10:23 - The Evolution of Cinema; 01:12:37 - Navigating Through Decades; 01:15:16- Disney’s Renaissance Era; 01:19:26 - Rating Bedknobs and Broomsticks; 01:23:48 - Introduction to Enchanted; 01:26:32 - Collision of Worlds; 01:27:54- Adventures in Enchanted; 01:32:01- Exploring Character Development; 01:45:11- Musical Musings; 01:48:14 - Enchanted Star Ratings & Reviews;

Opening Credits– Once Upon Theme by Dan Hughes Music Poduction.  Copyright 2024 LLPodcast

 Closing Credits: Age of Not Believing by Angela Lansbury.  Taken from the album Bedknobs and Broomsticks Original Motion Picture Soundtrack.  Copyright 1971 Walt Disney Records

 Section Breaks:  Music from Enchanted Original Motion Picture Soundtrack.  Music by Alan Menken.  Copyright 2007 Walt Disney Records

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Original Music copyrighted 2020 Dan Hughes Music and the Literary License Podcast. 

 All rights reserved.  Used by Kind Permission.

 All songs available through Amazon Music.

[dorissssli]

Fiona Rae

Fiona Rae, Cinderella plucks my magic garment, oil on canvas, 183 x 129.5cm, 2017

Fiona Rae, Sleeping Beauty cools the air with sighs, oil on canvas, 183 x 129.5cm, 2017

The colourful chaos offers a profusion of visual choices for the viewer, generating fantastic worlds stimulating complex desires and emotions. The names of the artworks remind me of the princess story from Disney, which further recalls the fairy tales I read in my childhood. Through research, I discovered that Fiona Rae's abstract-pop universe is filled with references to contemporary painting, digital technology, and pop art culture. Walt Disney is one of the figurative elements that Rae borrowed in her artwork. The elements, including contemporary visual culture, data, and signs, are not primarily related to me. However, the colour, impressions, atmospheres and how she explores the possibilities of painting have inspired me, as lots of my inspiration of my artwork comes from childhood memories, dreams, and fantasies. I want to explore how to use, explore and express them better through the discovery of painting. Rae’s combination of abstract components, biomorphic forms, kaleidoscopic colours, and dotted and lash-like lines create a mashing and melding of successive levels. Through exploring the potential of painting, every piece directs the viewers towards the cartographic space of a mental and physical utopia.

[bilightningwhumper]

Bilightningwhumper's Flufftober 2024 Collection

*planned queued posts to be at 5pm (and 5:15pm for two prompt days) each day until the end of October; links here will updated sometime after because I have work when the posts are queued*

Excerpts using prompts from @flufftober for my planned "Shadow of a Shield" (MCU fic collection), "The New Eden Institution" (fairy tale retelling fic collection), and "Temptations of Fate" (Romeo and Juliet Angels/Demons AU variation fic). So, warnings for spoilers ahead, but I'm doing my best to keep them minimal. Short and sweet. Might have moments of angst and whump, but mostly fluff here.

Some of the days will have 2 postings, as I'm doing both the Alt prompts and a couple of the prompts have 2 ideas I didn't want to choose between.

"Shadow of a Shield" chapters will be labeled with "SoaS" in the title

"The New Eden Institution" ones with "TNEI"

"Temptations of Fate" with "ToF"

Hope you enjoy!

Day 1- Lost Pet Meet Cute- TNEI

Fic: Weary Rest (Sleeping Beauty retelling) PoV: Petal (name in progress)- Sleeping Beauty Summary: Petal makes a new friend at the Evergreen Heart Medical Center. Well, two new friends.

Day 1/Alt 1- “I’ve got you”- SoaS

Fic: When an Angel Falls... (Becca's story) PoV: Theo- Becca's partner Summary: Later than planned, Theo makes it home for his nightly routine

Day 2- “Left. Other left!”- TNEI

Fic: Caged Bird (Swan Lake retelling) PoV: Teddie- Odile Summary: A planned reunion for two lovebirds finally comes to pass

Day 3- Favorite Scent- TNEI

Fic: Forever Prey (Red Riding Hood retelling) PoV: Rae- Huntsman Summary: Sienna falls asleep on Rae during movie night

Day 3/Alt 2- Rainy Day- TNEI

Fic: Royal Makeover (Frog Prince retelling) PoV: Wayland/Grof- Frog Prince Summary: A rainy afternoon brings Wayland and Max together

Day 4- Market Day- TNEI

Fic: Bruised Apple (Snow White retelling) PoV: Juliana- Huntsman Summary: Juliana, Rory, and Darcy go to the farmers market to shop for dinner

Day 5- Acorn, Chestnut, Pine Cone- TNEI

Fic: Lost Voice (Little Mermaid retelling) PoV: Hannah- Prince's fiance/bride Summary: Hannah finds one of Sam's designs made from a long forgotten memory

Day 6- Mistaken Identity- TNEI

Fic: Royal Makeover (Frog Prince retelling) PoV: Max- Princess Summary: Max makes some new friends while doing a good deed

Day 6/Alt 3- “Wait you love me?” - “I always have”- TNEI

Fic: Final Piece (The Last Unicorn retelling) PoV: Lir- name unchanged from book Summary: Lir finds a secret hidden in Galen's closet

Day 7- Hoodie Weather- SoaS

Fic: Flight of the Reaper (Will's story) PoV: Peter Parker Summary: Peter made a mistake

Day 8- Chopping & Piling Wood- TNEI

Fic: Ashen Spell (Cinderella + Beauty and the Beast combo retelling) PoV: Nerissa- Beast Summary: Issac has some shocking news for Nerissa and she has some for him in return

Day 9- “Don’t do that!” - “But…”- SoaS

Fic: Flight of the Reaper (Will's story) PoV: Will- Bucky and Nat's son, Mare's twin Summary: Will has to fix two (lovable) idiots misinformation

Day 9/Alt 4- “I hate it” - “No, you don’t”- TNEI

Fic: Just Right (Goldilocks retelling) PoV: Talia- no fairytale counterpart (as of now) Summary: Talia and Oscar give Tressa the gift she asked for

Day 10- Bet, Game, Contest- SoaS

Fic: Flight of the Reaper (Will's story) PoV: Harley Keener Summary: Harley proposes a bet

Day 11- Ingredients & Spells- TNEI

Fic: Picture Perfect (Rapunzel + Hansel and Gretel combo retelling) PoV: Josh- Prince Summary: Josh's attempt to make dinner wasn't as great as he'd hoped

Day 12- “This is spooky.” - “Really?”- TNEI

Fic: Lost Voice (Little Mermaid retelling) PoV: Derrick- Prince Summary: Derrick has a realization about his partners

Day 12/Alt 5- Porch Swing- TNEI

Fic: Missed Shot (Robin Hood retelling) PoV: Marianne- Maid Marian Summary: Marianne comes home to a surprise

Day 13- Attic, Cellar, Hidden Room- TNEI

Fic: "Picture Perfect" (Rapunzel + Hansel and Gretel combo retelling) PoV: Leslie- Rapunzel Summary: Leslie gets a happy surprise

Day 14- Fantasy AU/Mundane AU- ToF

Fic: "Temptations of Fate" (Romeo and Juliet Angels/Demons AU retelling) PoV: Evangeline- Juliet Summary: Medieval fantasy AU where Evangeline is a pious noble and Morgan is a freer, independent one

Day 15- “What are you wearing?” - “It’s laundry day!”- SoaS

Fic: "When an Angel Falls..." (Becca's story) PoV: Becca- Steve and Bucky's daughter Summary: Taking some advice, Becca steps out of her comfort zone

Day 15/Alt 6- Gravestone- SoaS

Fic: "Shadow of a Shield" (Jamie's story) PoV: Jamie- Steve and Peggy's daughter Summary: Jamie finally makes a trip to visit her mom

Day 16- Yes, No, Maybe- TNEI

Fic: "Weary Rest" (Sleeping Beauty retelling) PoV: Fion- Prince Summary: Fion has to deal with Crystal's teasing during their lunch break at work

Day 17- Only One Bed- TNEI

Fic: "Caged Bird" (Swan Lake retelling) PoV: Nic- Siegfried Summary: Nic has a "small" crisis over the sleeping arrangements in the apartment

Day 18- Bewitched- TNEI

Fic: "Bruised Apple" (Snow White retelling) PoV: Rory- Prince Summary: Cooking is a magical and captivating sight

Day 18/Alt 7- Getting Revenge- TNEI

Fic: "Hollow Mirror" (Alice in Wonderland retelling) PoV: Reid- Red Knave Summary: The trial is finally over

Day 19- Yarn

Day 20.1- Paw

Day 20.2- Paw

Day 21- Bonfire

Day 22- Heirloom

Day 22/Alt 8- Written but never sent

Day 23- Stormy Night

Day 24- Comfort Food

Day 25- Haunted House

Day 25/Alt 9- Suddenly Severed Communication

Day 26- “I can’t find it.”

Day 27- Afternoon Stroll

Day 28- Lucky Charm

Day 28/Alt 10.1- Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

Day 29- Time Capsule

Day 30- “Forever?”

Day 31- Make a Wish

Day 31/Alt 10.2- Rejected, Betrayed, Exiled, Left Behind

Full collection on Ao3 (or will be at the end of October, lol) here: