#go listen to violet by hole NOW

[angel-mutt]

she was so real for this though

[lovedrruunk]

Girl next door જ⁀➴♡ Chapter 3

In which Joel plays Cupid in order to help a hopeless Ellie win over the cute girl next door.

Series Masterlist!

chapter 2! - chapter 4 [coming soon!]

"Flower symbolism and all that."

w.c; 1.3k

[silly awkward Ellie Williams x fem reader!]

Ellie found herself smiling first thing in the morning. It had been two days since she had lunch with you at the cafe and she'd be lying if she said you weren't constantly on her mind. She said good morning to you from the driveway the other day and she could've sworn you smiled at her wider than usual. So as the birds chirped and the sun rose Ellie skipped down the stairs happily daydreaming. Just as she was about to peek around the corner her jaw dropped.

"Ellie! Come join us."

There on the couch was Joel sipping away at his coffee with that stupid face of his, and next to him was you.

Y'know, Ellie liked your company. She liked your face, she liked looking at it, oh and she liked your voice too, she could listen to you talk all day but even though she adored all these things she couldn't help but wonder; what the actual fuck were you doing here?

"Y/N... Hi." Her voice strained and although she was talking to you her eyes were on Joel the whole time absolutely glaring at him.

"Morning!" you chirped ignoring her hilarious angry face.

"Y/N here was just about to help me get the garden sorted. You know how long I've wanted to work on it."

Ellie looked around, finally taking notice of the gardening tools and bags of fertilizer around you two. She forced a smile, not wanting to sour your mood. "Sounds... fun."

Joel raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "You alright, Ellie?"

"I'm amazing Joel." Ellie replied, not so amazingly.

"Great!" Joel stood up, happily putting on his jacket. "I'll go grab some more fertilizer from Tommy's. You two start with the digging and planting, Y/N here is an expert when it comes to flowers."

As Ellie watched him leave, her jaw clenched. She took a deep breath, calming down.

"You don't actually know anything about gardening do you...?"

"Nope!"

. . .

As the two of you started working, Ellie stole glances at you, feeling her annoyance slowly dissipate. The sun was warm, and the conversation was light and easy.

"Here Ellie, you should plant this one," you said excitedly looking towards the crowd of flowers and plants Joel had mysteriously brought in earlier that morning. Carefully picking up the pot you handed it to her. "It's a gardenia!"

Ellie took the plant with a smile. "Pretty."

Crouching down to plant it she continues, "Thought you didn't know anything about gardening?"

"I don't, not really! I just know a lot about their symbolisms and stuff, useless information that keeps me busy." You shrugged as you went to sit next to her digging up another hole in the soil. "Like here, what's your favorite flower?"

"Oh I'm more of a fern type of person... but if I had to choose I'd say... violets."

"Violets huh?" you said, a thoughtful look on your face, "I totally see it. From what I remember violets stand for humility, and women used to use it to symbolize their love for... y'know like other women I guess? It represents like sapphic......ism? If that's a word... But yea it's one of the more romantic flowers, lot's of history and symbolism behind it." There was a short pause as you contemplated continuing or not. You figured it'd be best to stop and save yourself the embarrassment or rambling as you had already been fumbling your words terribly. "Sweet isn't it?" You decided to ask keeping your eyes on the dirt in front of you

Ellie nodded, "Yeah, it is." She was totally fucking with you.

Of course she already knew what violets represented. She just wanted to see if you knew. Y'know... testing the waters or what not. It's not evil.

"So, if I give someone a bunch of violets, it's like saying, 'Hey, I think you're cool... and also, maybe I want to kiss you on the mouth?'" She said as she finished planting the gardenia, now just sitting down looking at you dig.

You laughed, shaking your head. "Pretty much. But, y'know, in a way cooler, more poetic way. Like," You turned towards her continuing "'Hey, I'm trying to subtly tell you that I think I'm into you without making it weird.'"

Ok now you're fucking with her. Fair enough... But were you? You definitely were. Right...? Maybe.

"Well that's all good to know. Maybe I should start handing out violets like business cards. 'Hi, I'm Ellie, and yes, I like girls. Here's a flower to prove it. I like you and I don't think its weird at all... ha ha'" She let out the most monotone laugh you had ever heard in your entire life which caused you to start laughing while Ellies face fell as she looked away. 'too much?'

You grinned, playing along. "It’s a bold strategy. But hey, it might just work."

Ellie nodded silently before continuing, "So what about you? any favorite flowers?" she asked changing topics.

"Hmm tough question, there's a lot. I'm partial to daisies." you said with a shrug.

Ellie smiles again as she looks at you "Fitting."

"Yea? Why's that?"

"It just feels right."

"Oh don't give me that!" You said as you hit her shoulder teasingly.

Ellie chuckled faking a tiny 'ow' as she lightly rubbed where you had hit her. "I don't know how to explain it! You're just sweet, and... simple. In a good way of course!" She had said defensively.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Sweet and simple? That’s the best you’ve got?”

Ellie's face flushed as she frantically tried to explain herself. “I mean, not simple in a boring way! Just… like, you’re easy to be around. You make things feel… uncomplicated.” Okay she has got to stop lying to you... but would this even count as a lie? The only thing complicated was her own feelings so technically that's on her.

You laughed softly, letting her off the hook. “Relax, I’m just messing with you. I get what you’re trying to say.”

Ellie sighed as you laughed.

The two of you continued to work side by side, the earlier banter giving way to a more comfortable silence. Every now and then, your hands would brush against each other as you reached for the same tool or flower, and each time it happened, Ellie felt her heart skip a beat.

As you placed another plant into the soil, you glanced over at Ellie, noticing the way she was concentrating on her work. “You know, you’re not so bad at this gardening thing yourself.”

Ellie looked up, surprised. “Really? I thought I was just following your lead.”

You shook your head. “No, you’ve got a good touch. I mean, look at that gardenia, it’s practically glowing under your care.”

Ellie chuckled, a bit embarrassed by the compliment. “I don’t know about glowing, but I guess it’s not dead, so that’s something.”

You nudged her playfully. “Give yourself some credit, Ellie. You’re doing great.”

Ellie smiled, feeling a sense of pride “Thanks. But honestly, it’s been nice having someone to do this with. Makes it a lot more fun.” She said as she got up and made her way back towards the other plants.

“Agreed,” you said, your tone softening. “I’m glad Joel roped me into this. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy it so much.”

Ellie nodded crouching down, her back turned towards you as she scanned the pots. “Yeah, me neither. But, y’know… it’s nice, spending time with you like this.”

You kept your eyes on the garden in front of you, a small smile playing on your lips. “It is. We should do it more often. And maybe next time, we can, uh… talk about something other than flowers.” You let out a slight chuckle that disappeared when you were met with silence. You looked to her noticing her stillness but decided not to say anything as to not disturb her.

You continued to dig making room for more plants eventually humming to fill in the silence, although it came to a stop when Ellie sat beside you with a pot in her hands and a toothy grin on her face.

"I found some violets."

. . .

“I guess Joel would be... a cactus?”

“A cactus?”

“Yeah,” Ellie smiled, “Prickly on the outside, but deep down, he’s just full of... water. And love... But mostly water.”

. . .

Authors note!! I actually feel like a deadbeat dad... I KEEP BREAKING MY PROMISES U GUYS IM SO SORRRYYY anyways! i think this idea was cutesy but i wish it was longer (i say as i am the one who wrote it aka the one who gets to decide how long it is), i wrote a different ending where joel comes back and blah blah blah but tbh i love sudden endings its like a guilty pleasure yk... but yea thats all from me for now!! see u in another month!!! (JOKING.)

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[jymwahuwu]

Ever since the 1.2 update released and the storyline continues.. I remember the scene were blade and danheng met. Blade said he was loosing control when he saw danheng and his mars urges to kill him.. and I immediately thought of something when he said those..

So like.. what if we're one of the people who will pay the price? And the same situation where blade is loosing control over his mara strike.. and instead of trying to kill us.. he noncons you instead in a more feral state. Not giving you any mercy nor stopping until we're a sobbing mess and covered in white cream... (Man I don't even know what I'm thinking of...😀)

CW: non-con, recording without consent, others are watching, revenge, yandere, afab reader

I've thought about this too…if we're going to pay the price🫣 but Blade doesn't want to kill us, just wants to see us suffer or be ravaged…it must be that he loved us in Xianzhou, but…we betrayed him.

You are now forced to transform into immortality, just like him. Blade is chasing you. He does not control your freedom. Just putting a collar around your neck for a few days pushes you out, allowing you to walk around any planet. However, no matter which planet you visit, the Blade is destined to find you, pin your head to the ground, pounding you in the back, hitting sensitive spots. He knows your sensitive parts and forces you to orgasm. No matter what new friend, bond, or even new lover you have now, the end result is - you are strapped in front of them and have to sit on him and ride his cock like a dumb slut. "Blade…I'm sorry…" The tears of fear in your eyes were as stinging and sour as the ruthless betrayal you had brought him.

Will Silver Wolf and Kafka join? ���Silver Wolf may be more sympathetic to you and persuade Blade to play some games instead of chasing you endlessly, but she won't do much. Blowing bubble gum while recording and saving some videos of you sobbing can still be done. Afterwards, she refuses to do anything, and leaves to play the game. Kafka…she'll fuel or stop Blade in his Mara state, watch you get ravaged by Blade, and be like- "Bladie, listen to me: unleash the mara."

Those painful and hateful memories flooded into his mind, the scarlet eyes staring at you deepened, and the balls pressed against your sore and wet cunt. "Blade…don't…don't…I was wrong!! Stop…" You don't know if it's an illusion, feeling the already terrifying dick thicker and harder, buried deep inside you, against the opening of your uterus. And the white cream that had been pumped in couldn't bear this size, accompanied by the loud sound of soaking water, and some flowed out, dripping along your butt on the bed.

After it's over, you're lying in bed, exhausted, even your tears have dried, panting slowly, your body filled with cum, every hole fully cared for. The lady with the violet eyes and hair, remind him. "Bladie? Don't go too far. Take your little pet to take a bath." In the blurred vision, you watched the bandaged hand reach out to you, then hesitantly picked you up and took you into the bathroom.

[actual-changeling]

I was ENTIRELY too nice in that last ficlet, and we cannot have that. Since that phrase is going to be stuck in my brain for a while, enjoy "they aren't talking" take two.

This time with more pain <3 You're very welcome.

-

They aren't talking.

Crowley is exhausted, Aziraphale is spiteful, and so, as they inevitably begin to orbit around one another once more, it is in a cutting silence. It hurts somewhere deep in their chests, a hollow with empty claws reaching out and being denied what it wants, what it needs.

I miss you, is written in the air between them, always a few steps apart, always far enough away to make it look deliberate, to make a point. Dark glasses cover Crowley's eyes, his face a chiselled mask of petrified longing, and the purple irises that Aziraphale returns with are enough to deter Crowley from meeting his gaze.

Blue, they were blue. He remembers. a storm-grey, summer-sky-bright, sparkling and familiar and alive—dimmed to a bleached-out violet, a hyacinth blossom on the verge of rotting.

Come back, he breathes, listening to the melodic cadence of his voice as it drifts through the bookstore, finally at home. They do not talk to each other, but they talk to everyone else; not that they had another choice with yet another apocalypse about to end them all.

Crowley's fingers twitch, his body constantly leaning and stumbling when it finds not the subconsciously expected shoulder but emptiness, and he catches Aziraphale lifting his hands in his periphery, almost reaching out to steady him.

Almost.

Angels descend, demons ascend, and it is chaos. It is plans going wrong and the sky turning red, it is running and thinking and praying. Even right in the middle of Armageddon number two, they still do not talk, distracted and frenzied now, less intentional, more habitual.

Then the world tilts, blinding white ripping through his body like it's nothing, meeting a black hole where his grace had been and setting fire to his heart.

The why, who, how, where—none of it matters, not to him, not to Aziraphale, who screams his name. His knees meet the ground with a dull crack, and Crowley blinks through the lightning bolts in his vision to see scared blue eyes, wide open and heavy with tears. Relief washes over him, his thoughts narrowing to he's back, he's mine again, he's back.

"Crowley," soft, terrified, desperate, and the most beautiful sound he has ever heard.

They aren't talking.

A strangled sob escapes his aching chest, darkness swallowing him whole to soothe the pain eating away at him. He will wake later, he hopes, if just to hear Aziraphale say his name again. To hear it gentle and amused, to hear it pressed against his skin, his lips, to hear it over and over and over for all the times they did not, could not.

Aziraphale is praying. Crowley is silent.

They aren't talking.

[icumpinkglitterxo]

Rock Star

a/n: ALL THE SONGS MENTIONED ARE STILL HOLE SONGS IM NOT TRYNA STEAL THEM!!!!!!!!!! for the sake of this fic and also my sanity were gonna just pretend like courtney love doesnt exist and that the reader is basically courtney love only not as problematic idk how to describe this...i know i couldve lit just made up a band but im uncreative and i love hole and hole writes the best songs ever and plus it makes sense to me bc i love slash and im also literally a modern courtney love. this is such a weird fic its also shorter than i wanted but whateva

enjoy ★

warnings: none its fluff 🤍

You and Slash had been dating for a while, and you both knew quite a lot about each other, however, there was one thing that Slash didn't know about you.

You were in a band called 'Hole', in fact, it was your band. You loved your band because it was the easiest way for you to express your feelings, especially considering how hard you found expressing them in other ways. You had thought about sharing this with Slash, because you knew he also struggled with expressing his emotions and that he used his guitar to do it, but you weren't sure if he would like the style of your music.

You knew it was ridiculous because Slash loved music and he encouraged everyone to make music in a way that feels true to them. You also knew that even if he didn't like the sound, he would still support you anyway. You still had your doubts though, so you decided not to tell him.

However, that would change tonight.

It was a Saturday and Slash and Duff decided to go out to some bars and get drunk. You were fine with that because you had a gig that night anyway. What you had failed to realise, however, was that your gig was at Whiskey a Go Go. Slash practically lived there.

You and the rest of your band were just finishing setting up, and you had excitement coursing through your veins.

You all walked on and then you spotted Slash's big head of hair in the crowd. You panicked a little, but he wasn't facing the band, he was at the bar talking to Duff. You take a deep breath and pretend he isn't there. You take a step closer to the mic and speak, "this song's about a jerk. I hexed him, now hes losing his hair," then start playing your most popular song, 'Violet'. Unlike most bands, you like to get your most popular songs out of the way first.

As soon as you spoke into the mic, Slash turned his head, instantly recognising your voice. He questions himself, thinking maybe he's just too drunk.

He turns to Duff, "hey, man, does that look like Y/N to you?" Duff looks up at you, "yeah, actually. Sure as hell sounds like her anyways." Slash doesn't reply, instead his entire focus is on you.

Throughout your set, you play your more popular songs, 'Violet', 'Celebrity Skin', 'Doll Parts', 'Petals', some of your more underground songs, 'Babydoll', 'Nobody's Daughter', 'Reasons To Be Beautiful', 'Awful', and even some unreleased songs, 'Over The Edge', 'Dicknail', 'Seasons Of The Witch', 'I'm So High', and 'Beautiful Son'.

Throughout your entire set, Duff had talked nonstop to Slash, clearly not realising that he wasn't listening. He was too mesmerised by your singing and your playing. He had always found female guitarists sexy, and finding out he was dating one excited him.

He admired how you talked to the crowd, how messy yet so well put together your songs were, how your voice could change from soft and sweet to loud and raspy.

In a way, your vocals reminded him of Axl's because of how high and low you could both go. However, he didn't find Axl's vocals angelic like yours. He wanted you to continue playing forever, but he was also so excited to talk to you about your band.

When your set was done, you walked off and Slash pushed and shoved his way through the crowd to get to you. Duff followed behind, not wanting to be left alone.

Slash grabbed your arm and you panicked, but relaxed seeing it was just him. "That was sick as fuck," Duff said, casually. Slash stared down at you before starting to ramble uncontrollably, "Holy shit, Y/N! That was fucking incredible! You sounded absolutely amazing and it was so raspy yet so soft and so loud yet quiet and the way you play and the way you move when you play is just so satisfying! How come you never told me you were in a band!? This is the best thing I've found out about you, and your music is clearly written and sang with such complex emotions and your lyrics are so raw and intense and your songs sound so messy yet put together so well and, and, I just, I'm at a total loss for words, I love you -" He cuts himself off.

Your eyes widen and even Duff turns his head to look at Slash. "What!?" Both you and Duff say at the same time. Slash stays quiet for a second.

"I love you," he repeats.

Duff stares at him like he's crazy. Your eyes soften and you smile, "I love you too," you say. You knew you loved him early in your relationship, but you were too scared to tell him.

He smiles and he grabs your hips, pulling you in for a kiss. You melt into the kiss, smiling against his lips.

He pulls away, clearly too excited to handle. "I'm assuming that wasn't all your songs in that set?" You giggle and shake your head. "Okay, we have to go home right now!" You tilt your head, "what, why?" Slash looks at you with a look as if you were being unreasonable, "because you have to play me every one of your songs! I've got to hear all of them! And how you wrote them, and why you wrote them, and when, and -"

You grab his hands, "okay, okay," you say, giggling at how excited he was, "I'll show you everything, okay?" His eyes light up, "oh my God, my girlfriend's a rockstar, I'm dating a rockstar!" He says, excitedly, as if he wasn't a famous guitarist himself.

Since learning about your band, Slash did everything he could to promote it, especially considering the fact Guns was starting to get more and more famous. He would do things like talking about your band at shows, in interviews, covering some of your songs and even having your band do some openings for Guns. Your band started to get famous too, and occasionally, you and Slash would have your own shows, playing a mix of Hole, Guns, Snakepit and even some songs you had wrote together.

[hopepaigeturner]

An Offer From an Avid Reader: The Tea Scene. (Jail Scene Pt.2)

As part of Benophie week Pt.2 Day 1: Sophie.

So as I have said before that I have split the jail scene in two after pondering @eleanorbradstreet's post (read here) concerning how a lot of the OG jail scene is a bit of a exposition dump.

You can read part 1 here, that also reimagines the confrontation between Sophie and Araminta while also keeping the swooniness and hilarity of the OG jail scene.

Essentially at the end of my jail scene, everything that happened in the book has happened. (Posy swooping in like supergirl, Violet serving the quips, Benedict punching the jailer).

HOWEVER: Araminta has not been blackmailed. Araminta has not been silenced by the Bridgertons and could still loosen her lips and wreck ruin on Benophie. And this Tea Scene resolves this, while aligning with my ideas for how S4 could showcase Sophie and the power of female friendship (posted here).

Context:

Since my jail scene the following events have occurred:

Sophie and Benedict return to Bridgerton house (posted here).

2. THAT Bath scene. (posted here)

3. Dinner with the Birdgerton full family where everyone basically ‘catches up’ and truly witness Benophie perfection/adorableness (my angst strung out heart will NEED that fluff)

a) The dinner also addresses the situation around Benophie, how Araminta is still at large. And even though Benophie express their contentment to slip away into the depths of the countryside, Kate and Violet stop them.

"Just give us a day, we have a plan," Kate's eyes glimmer with glee and she shares a conspirators look with Violet. "Oh gosh whatever scheme the two of you have concocted I'm sure Lady Araminta will run screaming for her life," Anthony teases. "Oh nonsense, Anthony," his mother chides, "we are merely inviting her to tea." All present look at each other in confusion. Kate and Violet sip their wine with perfect synchronicity.

Right, onto the scene. Shoutout to @orangepeelshortbreadcookies for beta reading this.

✨The Scene ✨

The scene starts with a shot of Benedict pacing in the corridor outside of the parlour at Bridgerton House. Anthony and Colin are with him.

“Benedict, you are going to make a hole in the carpet.” Colin says. Benedict runs his hands through his hair.

“She should not have to face that woman, not after…I should be in there.”

Anthony huffs and stops him in his tracks.

“It is different this time, Benedict. This time she is not alone. You need to trust them and you need to trust her. Do you trust her?”

“Ofcourse.”

“Then you need to be patient.”

Benedict bows his head and tries to pull his strength together. Suddenly there is a clatter.

All three turn to find Hyacinth and Gregory in the process of smuggling themselves and some water glasses past them.

“What on earth?” Anthony asks.

“They help you hear through doors,” Hyacinth explains. 

“And how do you know such a trick?” Anthony asks as his eyes narrow.

Hyacinth rolls her eyes,

“Do you want to listen or not?”

She offers Benedict a glass. Benedict looks between the others. Benedict takes the glass.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Scene shifts to the inside of the recognisable Bridgerton parlour where Araminta sits on a couch.

“Well, isn’t this very civil of us,” Araminta says her dark dress contrasting with the lightness of the Bridgerton’s parlour. She looks the perfect poised porcelain picture of a lady. “Especially after all that unpleasantness yesterday.”

“Indeed,” Violet says, after a pause. Her tea sits in front of her. She is flanked by Kate, Francesca and Penelope on her left; Sophie, Posy and Eloise on her right.

“I fear such squalid surroundings brought out the worst of us—or maybe it reflected one's true nature, hmm?” Araminta comments, the smallest hint of a smirk directed at Sophie who rolls her shoulders back.

“Perhaps.”

Another pause.

“Well,” Araminta starts again with a wide smile, “thank goodness that is all over now.”

“Indeed, it is wonderful to have my future daughter-in-law back with us safe and sound,” Violet clasps Sophie’s hand and gives her a maternal smile.

“I beg your pardon?” Araminta replies, tea halfway to her lips.

“Sophie is engaged to my son.” Violet replies, “Now that she is home, we can finally plan the nuptials,” she gives Sophie another smile.

Araminta laughs, the noise sharp.

“No, she is not.” Araminta’s grin falters when she sees Violet’s smile does not falter. “Sophie cannot be engaged to your son.”

“You were in that jail with us, Lady Penwood, I think you heard my son’s intentions loud and clear.”

“You cannot be earnest?” Araminta looks at the other faces, but all the ladies merely sip their tea. “That was an outrageous proposition used to wrangle that thief out of jail—a jail she deserved to be in.”

“Again, I am unsure where such recollection is coming from Lady Penwood,” Violet replies, her brows pinched with concern, “perhaps the fumes of the jail have overcome your senses. Your daughter confessed in front of the magistrate.”

“We all know such things were lies.”

“I am not so sure, Lady Penwood. All I can consider were the events I witnessed.”

“How could you—” Araminta cries then pauses, and settles back on the lounge, her body reassembling like a settling hawk. Back comes the saccharine smile and the perfect poise.

“Well, what I consider, is that within the ton, one is nothing without position and prospects—no matter how pretty the face. And well…I am sure Sophie knows what happens when one merely has a pretty face.”

Sophie bristles, but her gaze does not waver.

“Ah well, that is not entirely true is it, Lady Penwood?” Kate says putting down her teacup. “For Sophie is the daughter of Charles Beckett, a landed gentleman and dearest cousin of the late earl. Such a dear friend that when he and his wife tragically died of tuberculosis, the earl took it upon himself to care for their daughter. I suppose there are brighter prospects but then again…” She gives Araminta a small smirk “there is the connection to the Guns.”

Araminta’s perfect face does not falter—but her eyes narrow.

“If you think that I will perpetuate such a farcical story for a commoner's welp then you are mistaken.” Araminta leans forward, her smile turning into a snarl, “I shall tell them all the truth, that your son is marrying the bastard daughter of a whore—”

The doors slams open, and Benedict enters, his usual charming features twisted by his fury.

Behind him Anthony, Colin, Hyacinth and Gregory pick themselves up from the floor, stumbling over water glasses.

“How dare you!”

“Benedict!” his mother cries, but Benedict ignores her.

“You will not insult Sophie—"

“Ben!” Sophie cries, coming in front and as soon as her hands rests over his heart he pauses. Although, his voice still shakes,

“She cannot, she should not—”

“I know my love,” Sophie cradles his head in her hands, “I know.” But her smile is brilliant.  “Her words cannot hurt me anymore. I know who I am.”

Benedict looks at Sophie, his face a mixture of anguish and care,

“You do not need to do this. Not after all she has done—”

“I choose to do this. I want to do this. For us, but also for myself.”

After a moment Benedict nods.

“Then I am staying. I need to—”

“No.” Sophie replies softly. “Trust me, my love. Trust that I have the strength to do this.”

“I know you have the strength—you are the strongest woman I know,” he whispers back. He then looks back at her, “If at any moment you wish—”

“I know,” Sophie says with a beautiful smile, tracing his cheek. Benedict rests his forehead on hers.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” she replies and he plants the softest of kisses on her forehead. Sophie kisses his cheek and they share a look that only two people with matched souls can share. Benedict walks away, eyes flickering over in the direction of Araminta.

He pauses, and in the next moment pivots and sweeps Sophie into the most romantic of kisses, so overwhelming that all Sophie can do is respond in kind.

“A kiss for luck,” he whispers when they part.

Upon leaving her breathless, he gives her his signature grin and goes to the door—throwing one last grin over his shoulder to Araminta. Sophie stands for a moment, breathing heavily, staring in stunned silence.

“My, my, it seems scrubbing floors is not the only thing one can do on their knees to get ahead in this family.” Araminta sneers just as Benedict goes to shut the door.

Outcries abound. Teacups clatter. Benedict growls.

“There is no indignity in scrubbing floors. After all you never touched a rag, so it must be your character that has caused no other child to dare reside in your womb."

Silence.

A silence long enough for Sophie to take her place back with Violet after her retort. A silence long enough for Benedict to close the door with the proudest of grins for his fiancée.

Clink. Clink. Violet Bridgerton taps her teacup with the spoon.

“Now, down to business.”

“Business? I shall do no business with the likes of you. I am a Countess, she is a commoner with no prospects.”

“Again, that is not entirely true is it, Lady Penwood?”

“And how is that so?”

“I think if you look at the paperwork,” from the table Violet picks up a piece of paper still with remnants of dust over the surface, “say this very legitimate Will that your daughter found last year. It seems that Sophie has quite a lovely dowry—a little larger than your daughters.”

“What?” Sophie turns between Violet and Posy, face bewildered. “I thought…I thought…”

“Your father gave you a dowry Sophie,” Posy explains gently, “and enough money for my mother to care for you and to have you presented.”

“You snivelling snitch,” Araminta spits at Posy who flinches back.

“You shall find that Posy has more spine in one finger than you do in your entire body,” Eloise fights back, holding her friend’s hand. Posy smiles at her.

“Indeed, your Posy is a remarkable and courageous young woman,” Violet says and Posy blushes red. “And I think what is of most importance is this. Where is Sophie’s dowry Lady Penwood?”

Araminta’s face cracks.

“You see, as my daughter-in-law, Sophie shall join the Bridgerton family. Her dowry is now Bridgerton property and well…my family does not take kindly to thieves.”

“I am not a thief.”

“Then where is Sophie’s dowry?”

“She had no use of it, she did not deserve it—”

“You stole my dowry!” Sophie cries.

“Sophie, we have no need for a dowry,” Kate quickly says.

“That is not the point.” Sophie whirls on Araminta. “Your heart is so twisted and spiteful that you stole the final gift my father gave to me for your fancy dresses!”

“I do not need to explain my actions to you.”

“No you do not. But you do to our solicitors.” Violet intervenes, her tone becoming curious as if asking for the time.  “Kate, what is the punishment for embezzlement?”

“Well, a hefty fine—maybe the size of a hefty dowry,” Kate says nonchalantly.

“You cannot—”

“Kate, how long will it take to fetch our solicitors?”

“Why, they live a few streets away—twenty minutes,”

“This is preposterous—”

“Or perhaps ten if the roads are clear,” Kate smirks over the rim of her teacup.

“You will not be able to prove anything!”

“That may be so. It is a shame that our justice system can be so easily swayed by fine jewels—but the scandal that would occur…”

“How would you?”

“You might recall, Lady Penwood,” Penelope starts with a smile that makes Araminta shiver, “that I have had many titles before I became Penelope Bridgerton, such as Penelope Featherington. Or perhaps you remember my other title—Lady Whistledown.”

Penelope pulls out a piece of paper with a very familiar insignia on the top.

“Now, while my pen has tamed a little in the past few years, how can I ignore a scandal like this? A snatcher of servants revealed as a snatcher of dowries? My, my…it would make for the most salacious of returns.”

“You might find your power has waned in your prolonged absence.”

“But not the appetite of the ton.” Eloise says bringing out another Whistledown, this one being the first mention of the servant scandal Araminta has been caught up within. The one Eloise wrote. “And you must know, we would hate to see your name brought into further disrepute.”

Araminta’s cup quivers in her grip.

“What do you want?”

“Oh, you are very fortunate, Lady Penwood, for while our solicitors might take note of mislaid dowries, we believe that Sophie’s character is far more priceless than any dowry.”

“See, we are willing to let your nefarious actions slide, if you would just remember how kind your late husband was to Charles Beckett’s daughter.” Kate explains tilting her head as she holds her teacup up.

Araminta’s lip curls.

“You will not get away with this.”

“Penelope, how soon can those pamphlets be published?” Kate asks absentmindedly.

“On my word.” 

Araminta and the audience feel the power of such a statement.

“You have no sway—I rank higher than you,” Araminta snarls at Kate.

Kate does not falter for one moment.

“You see, I might only be a beloved Viscountess, but my sister-in-law is a Countess.” She nods to Francesca. “My other sister-in-law is a woman whose pen makes the Queen shiver. And my own sister is favoured most highly by her Majesty. And that does not consider my other sister-in-law who sadly could not attend this tea for she is currently in Prussia—the duties of a Duchess and all.” Kate tilts her head to the side and gives a tight-lipped smile.  “Now, Lady Penwood, you are indeed a Countess, but do you truly wish to challenge the Bridgerton family?”

The camera zooms out to encompass all the Bridgerton ladies in the shot. United as one.

Araminta’s smile finally falls.

“Fine. I shall endorse your ridiculous lies.”

“I am so glad we could come to an agreement.”

“Is that what we are calling blackmail these days?”

“Lady Penwood, how absurd. We are merely ladies having tea.” Violet smiles a saccharine smile and sips her teacup. “An afternoon of lovely tea where we have established that Sophie has both the position and the prospects to marry my son. Although she needed neither, for she has won my son’s heart.”

“You think all this will stop the whispers about their…liaisons? Especially with such a hasty courtship.”

“But do you not know? My son has been courting Miss Beckett all season—did you not notice his prolonged absence to the country?” Violet says in the most innocent of tones. “And ofcourse the Guns provided a chaperone at all times, for they are one of the most upstanding families within the ton.”

“Of course we did,” the words bitter in Araminta’s mouth. “The tea is cold—I shall take my leave.” She stands. None of the other ladies stand regardless of the demands of etiquette.

The doors open and the Bridgerton men enter. They stand behind their respective women, while Hyacinth and Gregory stand behind Posy and Eloise.

Araminta surveys them all. Upon seeing Benedict’s hands resting on Sophie’s shoulders, her perfect features falter into something far uglier. Then she reconstructs herself—but not as swiftly nor perfectly as before. Her nose seems a bit upturned, her cheeks pinched, her expression sour.

“Come along Posy!” she barks and strides towards the door. She pauses and turns.

Posy continues to sit between Eloise and Sophie, clutching the girls’ hands in a vice-like grip—but not moving. “Posy, I said come,” Araminta demands. Posy swallows thickly.

“No.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“I said no.” Posy repeats, her voice gaining strength. “I have decided to live with the Bridgertons as their ward.”

“How dare you!” Araminta steps forward—as does Anthony Bridgerton with his trademark glower. Araminta steps back, face haughty.

“I think Lady Penwood that you are right. It is time you leave.” Araminta might be formidable in front of defenceless children— but she is no match for Viscount Bridgerton.

“Well, it is a pity that such an illustrious family is happy with my cast-offs. Good riddance, I would have been laden from you until my grave—no one would have ever married you.”

Posy visibly flinches as if struck. Araminta smirks and goes to turn away—

THWACK!

Araminta staggers and turns back, clutching her cheek.

Sophie stands above her, glowering.

“That was not for stealing my childhood, nor my dowry, nor for putting me in prison. That was for not loving your daughters equally. From this moment, Posy and I cast you off. Go back to your pathetic garden full of weeds, for I only have pity for a woman whose heart is so paltry.”

Araminta staggers to the door, eyes wide. At the door she meets Benedict who gives his trademark smirk.

“And I think you’ll find,” he says, almost in her ear, “that I was the one who got on my knees.”

With one final affronted look she walks out, shaking with fury or distress—we’ll never know.

The room seems to sigh, everyone relaxing slightly. Benedict turns to smile at Sophie, she musters up a smile, although her body shakes. Immediately Benedict takes her in his arms and she sags into him, clutching tightly to his jacket.

“I need a moment,” she whispers, pressing her forehead against his waistcoat..

“Take all the time you need.” He kisses her brow. “You do not need to stay silent. Not on my account, never with me.”

Sophie nods and she finally lets all the swirling emotions, and reactions she had tied down during the confrontation bubble over—after all, they may be manageable now, but they are still present. She lets it all fizzle out in shaky limbs, shakier breaths, and little sniffles.

Meanwhile, Posy is still sat on the sofa, eyes distant as if stunned.

“Posy?” Eloise asks, “Posy, what is wrong?”

“I cannot believe it,” Posy says, her words seeming separate from her body.

“Believe what?”

Posy turns her head towards Sophie who looks over from Benedict’s arms.

“We are free,” she says, her voice as soft as the first wind caused by the flap of a bird released from the cage. “We are free,” Posy repeats, eyes watering, smile growing—a mirror of Sophie’s. “We are finally free!” Posy cries and the girls rush together in a joyous embrace, laughing and crying and spinning in unbridled joy.

Just like the princess and the knight all those years ago.

“Thank you, thank you all of you,” Posy addresses the Bridgertons, still in a tight embrace with Sophie even though they have stopped spinning.

“We cannot take the credit. Your characters, resilience, and courage led to your freedom—we merely gave a little help here and there.”

“Still, we owe you our gratitude.”

“As we said,” Kate comes over with all the Bridgerton women, “anything for family.”

All the women embrace in one big huddle, the bond of womanhood as vibrant as the different colours of their dresses.

They finally separate. Then Violet’s face lights up.

“Oh, you know what this means.” Sophie falters in confusion. “Now we can plan your wedding!” The group bursts into chatter of opinions and disagreements. In the middle of the storm Sophie looks over to Benedict, face bemused. Benedict merely smiles and shrugs—Sophie can only accept her new fate. Even though she fell in love with Benedict—she is still marrying a Bridgerton.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*

I am so happy to finally post this! It has been sitting in my draft for the last six months!

As always I’d love to hear your ideas/corrections/opinions and always open to chat or requests!

So, check out the list here, for more of my ideas.

Or check out the general arcs of my prospective S4 under #offer from an avid reader

[blackangelism]

Dear Nobody’s Daughter, to Live Through This, you scrape off your Celebrity Skin; you know full well that you’re Pretty On The Inside...

HOW TO GET INTO HOLE?

• Angel Dust guides: I.

Aimed at @elexnorislingtxn and whomever wants to get into Hole...

HOLE is an American nineties’s kinderwhore band with a turbulent line-up and pure chaotic gold for music yet overshadowed by the controversial image of the lead singer and frontwoman of the band, Courtney Love. A staple in the grunge scene, the critically acclaimed sophomore record Live Through This of 1994 marked a peak in Hole’s career although the band was gaining audience for their 1991 debut: Pretty On The Inside. Celebrity Skin, the 1998 album, proved Hole’s peak which was rightly concluded by 2010’s Nobody’s Daughter thus finishing the legacy of Hole.

...In my very humble opinion, Courtney Love is a cunt. And, I love her music.

DO TRY Hole if you are into: Jack Off Jill, Bratmobile, Nirvana, Babes In Toyland, L7, Veruca Salt, Mommy Long Legs, Bikini Kill, Lunachicks, et cetera. Or, if you’d like to try something dolly and chaotic with an edge of feminism and aggression. I promise, listening to Hole makes you feel like a doll.

DO NOT TRY Hole if you’re a filthy misogynist who can’t stand the fact that the wife of a popular artist does in fact make good music on her own.

Yes, Courtney Love is a cunt, but she makes good music. Seperate the artist from the art.

If you’re still present here, welcome! Now, moving onto the actual guide...

FIRSTLY, I think to decode this, we’d have to learn about the albums individually. Of course, I’m going to leave my recommendation for listening, but to best suit yourself, you can find your own way around with the descriptions I give for each of these albums...

“ PRETTY ON THE INSIDE ”

Slut-kiss girl... PRETTY ON THE INSIDE of 1991 is about beauty, which is the life as a sex-worker about Courtney Love’s time as a sex-worker. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Jill Emery on bass, Caroline Rue on drums, produced by Kim Gordon of Sonic Youth and Don Fleming of Gumball.

tracklist. TEENAGE WHORE, BABYDOLL, GARBADGE MAN, SASSY, GOOD SISTER—BAD SISTER, MRS. JONES, BERRY, LOADED, STARBELLY, PRETTY ON THE INSIDE, CLOUDS.

IF YOU WANT... angry, chaotic, messy and sloppily mixed music that is very heady and makes you feel like a doll, listen to this album first.

Blending elements of punk rock, the album features distorted and alternating guitar compositions, screaming vocals from Love, and “sloppy punk ethics”, a style which the band would later distance themselves from, opting for a less abrasive sound on subsequent releases. Love’s lyrics on the album are often presented in an abstract narrative form, and describe disparate scenes of graphic violence, death, and female sexuality. The record was dedicated to Rob Ritter of the Los Angeles punk rock acts the Bags and The Gun Club. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a more refined yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after; if you want a more refined and self-assured, slightly sarcastic but honest record after this listen, go to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: the song BABYDOLL is allegedly inspired by Madonna.

“ LIVE THROUGH THIS ”

Miss Worlds... LIVE THROUGH THIS of 1994 is about the changes that come with marriage and motherhood, themes mainly being motherhood, body image, depression, child abuse and elitism. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Kristen Pfaff on bass, Patty Schemel on drums, produced by Paul Q. Kolderie and Sean Slade.

tracklist. VIOLET, MISS WORLD, PLUMP, ASKING FOR IT, JENNIFER’S BODY, DOLL PARTS, CREDIT IN A STRAIGHT WORLD, SOFTER, SOFTEST, SHE WALKS ON ME, I THINK THAT I WOULD DIE, GUTLESS, ROCK STAR.

IF YOU WANT... a tragic and softly edgy listen with a harsh sensibility and pure womanly depression scrawled all over, listen to this album first.

Live Through This marked a departure from the band’s noise rock roots toward a more alternative rock format. Love had sought a more mellow sound for Live Through This. The resulting music was starkly less aggressive than the band's former work, blending more structured melodies and smoother arrangements with heavy guitar riffs. Consequently, this featured a mixture of songwriting techniques, including use of power chords as well as arpeggios, and occasional use of keyboards. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a more refined and self-assured, slightly sarcastic but honest record after this listen, go to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: Courtney Love’s late husband Kurt Cobain does backing vocals on ASKING FOR IT.

“ CELEBRITY SKIN ”

Petals... CELEBRITY SKIN of 1998 is about the lost people, the more opulent Los Angeles and Californian culture, about the promises and agonies of Southern California; it was aimed to divulge greatly from the grunge sound of before. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Eric Erlandson on lead guitar, Melissa Auf der Maur on bass, Patty Schemel on drums, produced by Michael Beinhorn.

tracklist. CELEBRITY SKIN, AWFUL, HIT SO HARD, MALIBU, REASONS TO BE BEAUTIFUL, DYING, USE ONCE & DESTROY, NORTHERN STAR, BOYS ON THE RADIO, HEAVEN TONIGHT, PLAYING YOUR SONGS, PETALS.

IF YOU WANT... a rock-fueled pop sound with many lyrics that are references and have layered meanings, a comforting almost listen, listen to this album first.

The band sought to use Los Angeles and the state of California as a unifying theme and began writing what they conceived as a “California album” in 1997. Unlike Hole's previous releases, the final songs on Celebrity Skin featured instrumental contributions from several musicians outside the band, primarily Billy Corgan, who co-wrote the musical arrangements on five songs. Auf der Maur's former bandmate Jordon Zadorozny, as well as Go-Go's guitarist Charlotte Caffey, also contributed to the composition of one track. Frontwoman Courtney Love, who wrote all of the lyrics, named the album and its title track after a poem she had written that was influenced by T. S. Eliot's The Waste Land. Motifs of water and drowning are also prominent throughout the album, as well as recurring themes of angels, Heaven and stars. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a grungier yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after.

FUN FACT: Love clarified that she had derived the album name from a short-lived band in Los Angeles named Celebrity Skin, as well as a bootleg pornographic magazine featuring nude candid photos of celebrities.

“ NOBODY’S DAUGHTER ”

Dirty Girls... NOBODY’S DAUGHTER of 2010 is about the time of rehabilitation that Courtney Love went through after a long cocaine addiction and legal troubles following that, written in rehabilitation; about feeling lost, confused. It was supposed to be a solo album of Love’s, but was made to be Hole’s last album after their 2002 dissolution. It includes Courtney Love on vocals and rhythm guitar, Micko Larkin on lead guitar, Shawn Dailey on bass, Stu Fisher on drums, produced by Michael Beinhorn, Micko Larkin, and Linda Perry.

tracklist. NOBODY’S DAUGHTER, SKINNY LITTLE BITCH, HONEY, PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY, SAMANTHA, SOMEONE ELSE’S BED, FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, LETTER TO GOD, LOSER DUST, HOW DIRTY GIRLS GET CLEAN, NEVER GO HUNGRY.

I DO NOT RECOMMEND LISTENING TO THIS ALBUM VERY FIRSTLY, but, IF YOU WANT... a polished and the most mainstream-sounding of the four albums, sad, confused, lost record written during rehabilitation, this is your key.

Before the album’s release, former Hole guitarist Eric Erlandson publicly disputed Love’s use of the Hole name, claiming it violated a previous agreement between the two, which Love contested. On its release, Nobody’s Daughter received generally mixed reviews from music critics, with some praising its instrumentation and lyrics, while others criticized it for its folk rock elements as well as production issues and Love’s vocals. Despite this, Love said in 2010 that she considered it the best record she had made. [< source, wikipedia.

If you want a tougher, rawer, more journal-entry music than this, migrate to Pretty On The Inside; if you want a grungier yet more depressed version of this album, migrate to Live Through This after; if you want a similar but more scattered listen, to Celebrity Skin.

FUN FACT: The painting on the cover is of Marie Antoinette and the tracklist page has the edited background of a painting of Anne Boleyn.

MY RECOMMENDED PATHWAYS...

Lastly...

HOLE is a kinderwhore band, which is minutely distinct from riot grrrl. And, Courtney Love has a lot of beef with, to be honest, mostly everyone. So, yeah... For example, Babes In Toyland, a band often mentioned in the same vein as Hole, has their frontwoman, Kat Bjelland, in hatred with Love. I do not recommend looking up to these people as people, but please do try their music.

Die, cry, adore Hole.

FUN FACT: My favourite Hole album is Pretty On The Inside!

Dear Nobody’s Daughter, to Live Through This, you scrape off your Celebrity Skin; you know full well that you’re Pretty On The Inside...

DID YOU GET INTO HOLE?

[treason-and-plot]

“I need to cut off all contact with you.”

This sentence burrows into Roy’s consciousness like a scabies mite under the surface of his skin. Only five seconds ago the day had been bright and fun and full of excitement and promise, but now that sentence has stolen all the light out of the world and irrevocably altered his DNA.  The shadows around the rose bushes grown darker and darker, and the hole in his heart grows bigger.  “I need to cut off all contact with you.”

“You’ll still see the kids, of course,” says Sonia. “That won’t change. Violet can drop them off to you, or you can come and get them from her.  It shouldn’t be too hard to organise if we’re adult about it. I know that we’ll probably have to have a few meetings to iron out the details. But after that we really do have to have a clean break, Roy. I need time to heal and to mourn the end of my marriage. It’s the only way I can get better and move on. Do you understand? Do you understand how important this is for my wellbeing?"

Roy understands that the day is in danger of going to shit, and his skin is starting to feel grimy and his eyelids itchy. He bolsters himself by remembering the bag in his pants pocket. What is it Sonia’s saying? She needs time to heal and to mourn the end of her marriage. What the fuck does that mean? Their marriage is only ended on paper, they can all still live together as a happy family. That’s what he came here to tell her, she doesn’t have to mourn anything! He has the solution. He always has the solution. Sonia of all people should know that!

“Listen, hon, I’m really sorry that you feel….that you feel all those things,” he says. “But we don’t need to cut off contact with each other. You don’t need to mourn anything either! I still love you, hon, and I know you love me too. Sorry, Violet, that’s just the way it is. That’s the real reason Sonia’s had a breakdown, she couldn’t deal with the fact that I fell in love with someone else. Pure and simple. Don’t look at me like that honey, we both know it’s true. All that therapy jargon can go fuck itself. You’re jealous of Anya. End of story. But you don’t need to be, hon! Just listen to what I have to say.  I had this brilliant idea that we all live together in the marital home. All of us. You and Violet and me and Anya and the kids. The house is big enough, and the kids would be ecstatic. And you could get to know Anya and you’d realise what a beautiful person she is, inside and out. We can do it! We can make it work, hon! What do you say? Are you in?"

[carrotcouple]

“We found him!”

Jiang Cheng pressed his lips together to not cry out in pain as he was pushed roughly to the ground. The holes in his trousers made the stone cut harshly into his knees. He tried to raised himself up on his hands but a Wen soldier kicked his head and down he went again, stars in his vision. He was scared. He was angry. Had Wei Wuxian gotten away alright?

If he had then thank God.

“Oh?”

Wen Chao’s voice.

Jiang Cheng grit his teeth, tears stinging his eyes and anger boiling under his skin.

“What happened to the other one?”

“We couldn’t find the other one, only him.”

“Well, this one is good enough. He is just as guilty of his shixiong’s crime,” Wen Chao snickered.

Bastard. The one with crimes was him, how dare he pretend that Jiang Cheng’s family and Sect had committed sins?

“Oi, Jiang Cheng,” Wen Chao’s boot settled down on top of his head, pushing his face into the blood stained stone under him. Jiang Cheng growled. “Where’s your shixiong?”

“Fuck you,” Jiang Cheng snarls.

Wen Chao raises his foot and then slams it down. Jiang Cheng feels like he hears his nose crack. Warm blood fills his mouth. It hurts, he’s scared, he’s furious. He wants to grind Wen Chao to dust and feed his ashes to maggots.

“Listen to this dog bark!” Wen Chao cackles.

Wei Ying please be safe.

“Someone get him up, he’ll be a good exam-” Wen Chao removes his foot, sounding dismissive and uninterested. Jiang Cheng lunges forward, leaping up and smashing his knee into Wen Chao’s face. If he’s going to die he might as well die fighting like his mother did. He’s the son of the Violet Spider! Wen Chao shrieks, stumbling backwards, hands going up to his nose which is now bleeding like Jiang Cheng’s. Jiang Cheng aims his fist towards Wen Chao’s throat.

“Wen Zhuliu!” a shrill female voice screeches.

Molten fire collides into Jiang Cheng’s shoulder and he hits the ground. He rolls to the side, attempting to shoot back up to his feet, but then he’s kicked in the side. He curls up momentarily, but that’s all that’s needed. Blows rain down on him. He grunts in pain and then bites down on his lips, desperate not to give them the satisfaction of crying out.

He’s in so much pain.

It hurts.

A-Niang.

“Take him inside! I’ll make him scream!” he hears Wen Chao shout.

He’d rather die than do something Wen Chao wants of him. Someone grabs him by the hair and pulls him up, dragging him backward. He whimpers, scrambling furiously, trying to get away. He grabs at the hands in his hair, scratching at it to get free. He scratches at arm guards. They continue to drag him, hair coming out of his scalp and then he’s thrown onto a slightly elevated platform of stone.

Before he can orient himself, he’s being pulled to his feet and his hands are being chained to hold him up. The top of his robes are pulled away and his eyes widen.

“What are yo-”

Wen Chao is cackling in front of him, still bleeding from his nose, an ugly purple bruise on his face. He’s holding a discipline whip. One of Yunmeng Jiang’s discipline whips. Disgust, fury and fear wells up inside of Jiang Cheng. The audacity of the man to hold something only a Jiang elder is allowed to hold. But he is also horrified. He knows what Wen Chao is going to do.

Jiang Cheng is the heir of Yunmeng Jiang. A model student. To be hit by the discipline whip is the greatest shame.

Wen Chao raises the whip.

“Wait! Sto-” Jiang Cheng cries out.

Ice and fire across his chest.

A wail bursts from his lips. He kicks his legs out, arms yanking at the chains, desperate to curl up. Tears streak down his cheeks as agonized screams leave his mouth. He can feel nothing, only flames on his chest, burning a path across his skin. Blood seeps into his brown-gray robes. There is blood dripping down his wrists from how hard he is trying to pull his hands free.

Distantly he hears laughter.

A hand grabs his chin and he’s forced to look at Wen Chao’s face through his tears.

“Let’s hear you apologize for your actions, dog,” Wen Chao says.

“I...hope you rot in hell…” Jiang Cheng grits out.

He is his mother’s son. He will not die begging. He will not beg for a life that he has given up to save one of his loved ones. His sacrifice has been made. There is no point to-

Wen Chao strikes him across the face.

“Wen Zhuliu, teach him what it’s like when people don’t revere me,” Wen Chao spits out.

Jiang Cheng blinks furiously, trying to clear his head. His chest hurts so much. He slowly looks up and sees Wen Zhuliu standing over him.

A-Niang, A-Die…

Wen Zhuliu’s arm lights up with spiritual energy and then before Jiang Cheng can even flinch or close his eyes, it makes contact with his stomach.

Silence.

Jiang Cheng hears something like a deranged wail and then sobbing and it takes him a moment to realize it’s him. His body is cold, like Wen Zhuliu has carved out his heart while he is still alive. An integral part of him has been taken from him. He feels violated and robbed. He wheezes for breath, unable to process what’s going on around him, crying hysterically.

He’s truly lost the only thing that had given him value.

He doesn’t hear Wen Chao and then Wen soldiers laughing at him. He doesn’t feel Wen Zhuliu undo his bonds. He falls into a heap on the floor.

Without his core there is nothing to him.

He’s as good as dead now.

I hope...Wei Ying is safe.

[thekatebridgerton]

How did each of the Bridgertons cope with their break ups?

Anthony: full denial

He acted so shocked, like how dare Kate breakup with him first. Anthony was a total primadonna, he denies that Kate broke his heart, because he didn't love her, so he's fine, see how fine he is. *Lives in the office* *stares longingly at Kate whenever she picks up Violet for a girls night* *refuses to see anyone except his mother* *keeps working himself to death* he's fine!! (He's not fine, he's barely eating or sleeping, someone get this man some water)

Benedict: Went full hoe

He broke up with Sophie, because she wanted to be 'in a relationship ' not a ' situationship' then he Threw himself into the art scene, getting high, having meaningless after meaningless flings with whichever person, because guess what Sophie, he wanted freedom, see how free he is, who wants to put labels in a relationship, certainly not him. (He Calls Sophie's old number in the middle of the night to leave sad voice messages) Sophie doesn't get his messages, she blocked his number and the only Bridgerton she takes calls from, is Violet.

Colin: became a wreck and is still a wreck

This man stopped functioning after the breakup. Went on a bender, stopped showering for weeks, grew a beard. Took some job taking pictures in war thorn countries. At least Until his boss demanded he go back home and deal with his issues before he killed himself taking pictures of Colombian drug Lords. Currently Colin is holed up at his mom's home, low key pinning after his ex who of course is living her best life without him.

Daphne:

Did what every social media influencer does after a breakup, and had a makeover, went from redhead to blonde, got extensions, a new wardrobe, all the works. Then partied with her 40 closest celebrity friends and basically became the new life of the party in every club of the city. She is fine, see how not broken hearted she is, who cares that Simon didn't want to start a family with her. Who cares that they were engaged, she's got a billion followers on Instagram. And friends to party with * Cries in Gucci* Violet is worried about her

Eloise: She's coping... Sort of

Eloise is so angry at herself and at Phillip, that she joined a Taekwondo group and is now trying to channel all her rage into punching things via martial arts. So yeah, she alternates her time between listening to sad music in her room, sleeping a lot and hitting things in the gym. At least she's gaining muscle out of it, and she's going to be a black belt soon if she keeps on like that. Violet thinks she's going to hurt herself one of these days

Francesca: Faking it like a pro

Did cry on her mother's shoulder, and Violet does feel bad for her because Francesca pretends to be happy and wishing Michael all the best but she really is taking the breakup hard. As in, she cries a lot, and joined Anthony in his singlehanded pursuit to die from overwork. She blames herself for the breakup but won't admit she that she should have chased after Michael instead of waiting for him to realize he was wrong.

Hyacinth: Became addicted to videogames

After the breakup she got breakup bangs, changed the preppy dresses for pijamas and picked up Gregory's gaming console. Up until this moment Hyacinth never liked videogames, but now she prefers to play beat saber and Hitman 3, rather than face a world where she's not dating Gareth, sooo videogames it is. Violet thinks that Hyacinth is proving Gareth's point about being too spoiled to understand real world problems. But Hyacinth won't hear her, the only thing that matters is that Gareth is not here to tell her she's being silly and immature. And She's fine with that! She will do all the immature things she didn't do when they were dating. Who cares what Gareth thinks

Gregory: Learned how to bake

He's actually filling his entire college application with every extra curricular he can find to get his mind away from Lucy. So far he's been baking, knitting, playing the guitar, learning Mandarin and training the dog he got after his breakup. It's a total coincidence that he plant to go to the same ivy league Uni as she does. So far Gregory has been finding the most meaning in banking, creating a feedback loop with his siblings where he stress bakes, his siblings stress eat and he stress bakes again. Colin at least is always appreciative. Gregory is convinced that if he bakes enough muffins for Lucy's brunches with his mother, then Lucy will feel his longing... Violet wishes he would just talk to her!! Their breakup was a misunderstanding!!

And that's the tea

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Dark Ritual

One-off Vandalize prequel, giving a glimpse at a younger Lilith still figuring out what she is and a human... well, I'm sure you can figure out who she is before the end.

Also perhaps the most detailed physical description of a character that I've ever put in the text of a story proper. She can change how she looks on a whim so it's perhaps wasted on her, but I think she generally likes looking like this as a default.

Full Series

Amarezen is to be tribute to a goddess. Which is great! Nobody ever lets her help with anything important, and now she's the most important all because of how cute and lovable she is! She's going to be tribute to a goddess and she'll make her so happy she'll fix the drought they've been having, and everybody is going to be okay!

None of the other tributes seem very excited, and her mother cried when they took her away to prepare, but nobody seems to want to tell her why? Maybe they're worried that this is too important to put in her hands, that she'll mess it up somehow, but her father said that this was something only she could do, so…

She sits still as other women apply makeup to her face, massage perfumed oils into her skin. They style her hair, dress her in some of the nicest fabrics she's ever felt.

And then they bind her hands and feet.

She, uh, she doesn't know why they have to do that, but she's supposed to not say anything and just go along with the ritual and everything will be fine, so it must be fine. Her father said it would all be fine. It's just a little uncomfortable.

At least that seems to be the end of the preparations. Priests have her kneel on a platform and carry her out to the centre of town, all the other tributes carried on their own platforms behind her. They set her down and arrange the other girls in a circle around her, and begin to recite a prayer.

It doesn't take long to get a response. She feels a searing heat wash over her skin, and suddenly there's a hole in the world, and out of it walks the Goddess.

The Goddess is… incredible. She towers over all of them, and her head is adorned with a crown of several twisted horns. Her skin is such a deep, dark purple that it's almost black, and all of it is on display. Amarezen can see a glow, behind her eyes and beneath her skin, as if a violet flame burns within her. She can also see that the Goddess' chest puts her own to shame, which is impressive, but she supposes makes sense for a… fertility goddess?

She's probably a fertility goddess, given the other impressive thing she has on display.

Her father is speaking to the Goddess now on behalf of everyone, but Amarezen isn't listening. She can't take her eyes off her, she's never seen anyone like her before. On her back are huge, batlike wings and a long, thick tail that seems to snake through the air at her command. Her fingers taper into massive claws, and her shoulders and the backs of her arms are decorated with blackened spikes of bone. Her lower legs are plated with the same material, and her feet are those of some giant lizard, talons digging into the ground as she walks.

She is the most beautiful being Amarezen has ever seen.

And she looks so tired.

"I'm not sure what you think you've summoned, but you haven't." She says, lazily cutting one of the other tribute's bindings. "I will not water your fields with the blood of your daughters, nor will I do anything else for you. Do not offer me the souls of others for your own demands, I don't accept such sacrifices anymore."

She slowly walks along the circle, setting free each of the girls before settling on Amarezen as they all flee.

"Oh, look at you, all dolled up in the centre." She says. "Are you the boss' daughter?"

Amarezen nods slowly, and the Goddess frowns.

"How depressing." She says, cutting her loose. "Tell him to bargain with his own life, the next time he has such a foolish idea."

Amarezen nods again, unmoving.

"You can run off now." The Goddess says.

"Okay." Amarezen responds, but she stays in place, transfixed.

The Goddess observes her curiously. "Would you… like to run off now?" She asks.

"…No?" Says Amarezen. "I'm here to be tribute to you!"

The Goddess crosses her arms, and her tail whips through the air behind her.

"I'm not accepting tribute at this time. Your ritual is over, it's done."

"Oh. Okay." Amarezen says. "So… do I have to leave?"

"I… suppose not?" Says the Goddess, bewildered.

"Okay, good! Because, you're- I've never seen anyone as incredible as you, you're so beautiful!"

"You truly think so?" She asks, and then before Amarezen can answer: "You do, I can feel it. I'll have you know, I'm a vile creature. My appetites are endless, my touch defiles- You would desire such a beast?"

"Yyyyyyeeeah? Yeah!" Amarezen answers. "You seem nice!"

"Hmm." The Goddess hums, smiling for the first time since she's appeared. "Well then, you did go through all the trouble of preparing yourself for me."

She lifts Amarezen into her arms effortlessly, and turns her attention back to the crowd.

"I will be staying in your temple with..?"

"Amarezen!"

"-Amarezen. Bring us bedding and wine, perhaps when I am in a better mood I will see about your troubles."

~

"Goddessssssss-!" Amarezen mewls, as she cums again on the Goddess' long, pointed tongue.

"Not what I am." Says the Not-Goddess, between languid licks. "I'm as far from divinity as one gets, mortal. I told you, I'm a monster, born of the sins of man. I devour pretty little things like you."

She crawls up Amarezen's body, eyeing her expectantly.

"O… Okay, just-" She pants. "Just tell me what to call you then?"

The Not-Goddess delights in this answer, her grin showing off sharp fangs.

"You're such an interesting human. I just said I want to devour you, do you not listen? I do not save cities, I raze them to the ground. Your ritual was a terrible mistake. Understand?"

Amarezen pouts.

"Well, I wouldn't call it a mistake." She says. "I thought you were having a good time?"

"That's what you take issue with?" The Not-Goddess scoffs. "I'm having a great time with you, Amarezen."

"Okay, good, me too. And I know you can't end the drought, that's okay."

"Wouldn't if I could. What do I care what becomes of your people?" She says, rolling onto her side and stretching. "Summoning me and making demands like that, the impudence!"

"Rrrright. I guess that makes sense?" Amarezen continues. "And as for me-"

"Oh you, you I would give the world." Says the Not-Goddess, with the sudden intensity of a blazing star. "I mean it, anything in my power- if you desire it, it's yours."

"Really? Why?" Asks Amarezen, wide-eyed.

"Because I like spending time with you, Amarezen. I like the cute noises you make, your taste, the softness of your flesh-"

She punctuates this with the pinpoint pressure of claws digging into skin.

"But most of all, I like how utterly smitten you seem to be. You're not afraid of me at all, even though I keep telling you of my nature. Am I so beautiful that you would throw yourself upon me, knowing I will destroy you?"

"Well, no? I mean, yes but no. I mean-" Amarezen fidgets. "You're very beautiful, but also I don't think you'll destroy me? You keep saying you will, and then you're just nice to me, and so I think you won't hurt me probably."

"Ugh, you have no idea how delectable you are when you say things like that." The Not-Goddess hums sultrily, rolling back atop her. "How am I supposed to resist?"

She kisses Amarezen, and her tongue snakes out from her lips as she slides down her body, and Amarezen giggles and squeals. "Waaaa-iiiiiit! At least tell me what to scream if you aren't going to let me rest!"

"Pretty little mortals like yourself may call me Lilith. Or Mistress." Lilith says, placing a kiss on the inside of her thigh. "And I'll let you rest when you stop being so damned cute."

~

"There's someone outside for you." Lilith says nonchalantly a few days later, after pulling out of Amarezen's spent cunt and reclining into their makeshift nest on the floor.

She hastily makes herself presentable-

Well, half-presentable. The clothes she came in with are unsalvageable, but it's not like it's a secret what she's been doing. Besides, she was meant to be tribute for Lilith anyway, this is just evidence that she's doing a good job! She wraps herself in a blanket and hurries to the temple entrance where one of her former fellow tributes is waiting.

"Oh! Hi! Did you change your mind and want to join us?" She asks, and the other girl grimaces for some reason.

"No, I- We- Everybody was wondering how the Goddess was feeling about fixing the drought?" She asks expectantly.

Amarezen's eyes go wide. "Oh, uh, well-"

"I said I'd think about it when I'm in a better mood." Lilith snaps, appearing out of nowhere and clasping a hand over Amarezen's mouth. "Do you think it a simple thing, to bring the rain?"

"No, no Goddess, of course not-"

"Maybe I should leave, if Amarezen is the only one who enjoys having me here." She continues, her face a mask of godly disdain. "However, she has been very convincing on all of your behalf. Perhaps a minor blessing is called for."

She waves her hand theatrically.

"By my decree, your livestock shall breed and be plentiful. You're welcome." She says, before turning around and carrying Amarezen back into the temple.

"Uh… Thank you?" The other girl calls after them. "But- You're still going to make it rain, right? The livestock thing is really only helpful if you-"

"Yes, yes, all in good time. You mortals, so demanding, ugh."

"Was that true?" Amarezen asks her, back in the privacy of the temple.

"What, the livestock thing? Sure." Lilith says, yawning. "A rather boring use of my powers, but technically within my domain."

"And… the rain?"

"Impossible."

"Okay, so why didn't you let me tell her you couldn't?" Amarezen asks, and Lilith laughs.

"What, and let them run me out of here and sacrifice you in some other ritual that won't help?" She scoffs. "Listen, telling them won't do any good. There's no one they can summon to fix things, and in fact many who would make the situation worse. Why cause trouble for ourselves?" She asks. "Whatever happens will happen regardless of us, so come over here and have some fun with me instead of worrying about it, cutie."

Amarezen looks at Lilith, lounging without a care in the world, cock stiffening as she rakes her eyes over her in turn.

"I'm not worried?" She says. "If you knew how to help you would, right? For me?"

"For you? Of course! I told you, anything you want is yours, if I can give it. If you wish to waste such gifts on those imbeciles, that's your choice." Lilith replies, and Amarezen smiles.

"Okay. Good!" She says, letting the blanket covering her slide off as she mounts Lilith. "Then I won't worry. And I don't want anything else, just getting to be yours is enough, Mistress."

"Fuck, you are just the most perfect mortal." Lilith sighs, as Amarezen sinks onto her cock. "Where have you been all my life?"

~

"What's it like, where gods are from?" Amarezen asks one night, on the edge of sleep.

"Not a god." Lilith reiterates. "And I'm not allowed where one lives."

"Really? Why?"

Amarezen feels Lilith's grip on her tighten, squeezing her into her chest.

"I was cast out. Because I…" She stops, shaking her head. "Ugh, no, because god's a son of a bitch, is why. I don't want to talk about it."

"Okay." Amarezen mumbles. "What's it like where you live?"

"I… don't know." Lilith says. "You've summoned me at a strange time, it's- It was an awful, awful place."

"Why?"

"Because I made it one. I know I keep saying this and I know you don't believe me, but I really am an awful, monstrous thing. One of seven greater demons, made to torment humanity until the end of time." She says, quietly.

For the first time, Lilith seems… small. Fragile. And what she's saying is, well it's a lot, but…

Amarezen feels so safe in her arms. And she-

People tell her that she's too trusting, sometimes, but she's almost certain this isn't one of those times. Lilith looked so tired when they summoned her, and she's looked so happy while she's been staying here, and- Amarezen isn't good at a lot of things, but she's good at people. She knows, she knows, that-

"It can't be all bad, if you're in charge." She murmurs, and Lilith releases a shaky breath.

"Yes, it's- I don't know. I'm… changing, a lot of things. Trying to make it nicer. To be nicer." She says, finally relaxing her grip a little. "I decide what I am. Not him." She adds quietly, more to herself then to Amarezen.

"Sounds nice." She says, almost entirely asleep. "Maybe I can come see it."

"Hah! That's- I don't know about that." Lilith chuckles.

And then Amarezen sleeps.

~

It's raining!

Not a lot, not directly here anyway, but the river is teeming! The drought is ended!

"Yes, yes, you're all welcome. Thank Amarezen, she was very pleasing to my godly tastes." Lilith says, when celebrants come to the temple; and then later, when they're alone: "Fucking finally, we were getting close to an angry mob kills the false god situation there."

Amarezen giggles, but she feels… conflicted. She should be happy, but she can't help thinking that this means…

"You… have to leave now, don't you?" She asks.

"Oh, sweet Amarezen…" Lilith hums, gently taking her into her arms. "Not right away, but… yes. Your people were already getting sick of me taking over their temple, this is but a momentary reprieve."

"I'll miss you." Amarezen says glumly.

"I'll miss you too. In all my endless years reigning over my circle, I don't think anyone's ever made me feel the way you do."

"Then… can't we stay together?" She asks, and Lilith sighs.

"They'll drive me out, Amarezen. I'm not a goddess, how will they react the next time there's a problem I can't solve, when I've taken advantage of their hospitality for so long?" She asks.

"We don't have to stay here, you could take me with you!"

Lilith laughs, and then sighs again.

"My realm isn't somewhere people go by choice, Amarezen."

"Why not?" Amarezen asks.

"It just isn't."

"Well, I'm choosing!" She insists.

"Amarezen, it's not- You couldn't survive there, it is a place for those I have damned and those I have broken and twisted into my likeness."

Amarezen pauses for a moment.

"The twisting, I pick the twisting, that sounds better." She says, nodding thoughtfully.

"Amarezen, people don't want to- to be like me." Lilith says, through happy tears. "You ask me to destroy you, to drag you to hell, just to spend eternity by my side?"

"Yeah!" Says Amarezen, beaming.

Lilith sniffles.

"Okay. Okay! We'll- It might hurt, at first, and it might take some getting used to, but I swear, I won't make you regret this!" She says, hugging her tightly.

"I know you won't."

~

"You wanted to see me, Mistress?"

"Azaerixia! I have important business to discuss with you."

Azaerixia pouts.

"Oh no, did I mess up a contract again? I swear all the ones I've been making recently have been-"

"No, no, nothing like that, come here." Lilith says, evaporating her desk into a wisp of black smoke and opening her arms.

Azaerixia eagerly jumps into her, holding her tight and snuggling into her chest.

"Oh, wonderful Azaerixia, first to touch my blackened heart…" Lilith hums, and Azaerixia's cheeks turn a deep scarlet as her tail begins wagging.

"Ohmygod stooooop…" She giggles, squirming. "Any of the girls could have done the same! I'm not special, I'm old!"

"You're not old, you're what, 19?"

"Plus eight or nine thousand years, yeah." She says.

"And still as beautiful as the day I met you." Purrs Lilith.

"Stoooooooooop I can't blush any harder!!!" Azaerixia whines. "What's gotten you all sentimental?"

"You remember when we met?" Lilith asks, and she shrugs.

"Well enough, sure."

"And I promised you I would give you anything you desired, for being with me?" Lilith says, and Azaerixia nods.

"Yeah, and I said being with you was all I wanted..?" She says.

Lilith grins, giddy. "You did!" She says. "But you can want more than one thing, and I keep my promises."

"Okay?" Says Azaerixia. "Where are you going with this?"

Lilith grins even wider as she gently pushes Azaerixia off of her and gets out of her chair.

"I had to call in some substantial favours, for this. And if anyone asks, you lie through your teeth, okay?"

"Okay???"

Lilith holds out her cupped hands, and from a tiny portal a soul falls into them. She sets it gently upon the ground, and it begins to project the body it had in life, ghostly light knitting together into physical form until between them stands-

Azaerixia gasps with delight.

A puppy.

She has no words, she just shakes her hands out in front of her as her tail wags up a storm. It's the cutest little yorkie she's ever fucking seen and she can't even begin to-

"How?" She manages to squeak out, as she nervously stills one hand and holds it out for the puppy to sniff.

"Substantial favours, significant rulebreaking- I mean it, if anyone asks, this is not a real puppy. Call it… extremely deep, full-time puppy play. This thing is very much not supposed to be down here."

"Oooooh you're just the cutest little guy!" Says Azaerixia, as the puppy licks at her knuckles. "I'm gonna show you to everyone and they're all going to love you so so so so much!!!"

"No, you- Listen, no one outside of the palace, okay?" Lilith asks, nervously.

"Yeah yeah totally oh my god Liliiiiith you're the best I love you so much a puppyyyyyyyyy!" Azaerixia squeals, petting it. "His fur makes it look like he has a widdle moustacheeeeee…"

She coos at it for a bit longer, before dispelling the projected body and spiriting the soul off somewhere else.

"Wait, why-" Lilith starts.

"No puppy should see the things I'm about to do to you." She says, pulling her underwear down her legs under her skirt. "Clear your schedule for the next few days, I mean it."

Lilith snorts.

"Glad you like it, darling."

[mysticstarlightduck]

Character Aesthetic Deep Dive Tag!

Let's go with Saoirse Richards from Scrapyard Boys for this one!!!

Rules: Make a moodboard with your character's aesthetic, a playlist that fits their vibe, "badly summarize them" (like, talk about their personality, but funnily), etc. It absolutely does not need to be super detailed!!!!!

✦ Character Aesthetic: Saoirse Richards, WIP -Scrapyard Boys

♡ Moodboard ♡

♡ Playlist ♡

Are You Satisfied? - Marina & The Diamonds

Was I meant to feel happy That my life was just about to change? One life pretending to be The cat who got the cream Oh, everybody said, "Marina is a dreamer" People like to tell you What you're gonna be is not my problem if you don't see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don't believe My problem is my problem that I never am happy It's my problem, it's my problem on how fast I will succeed Are you satisfied with an average life? Do I need to lie to make my way in life? High achiever, don't you see? Baby, nothing comes for free They say I'm a control freak Driven by a greed to succeed Nobody can stop me

Things We Lost In The Fire - Bastille

Things we lost to the flames Things we'll never see again All that we've amassed Sits before us, shattered into ash These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire We sat and made a list Of all the things that we have Down the backs of table tops Ticket stubs and your diaries, I read them all one day When loneliness came and you were away Oh they told me nothing new But I love to read the words you used These are the things, the things we lost The things we lost in the fire, fire, fire

O.D.D - Hey Violet

I should never listen to another voice But my own Now I've grown up, now I know That when I'm tryna be myself it isn't so simple Anymore Some days I wake up I just wanna hide under the covers 'Cause no matter what I do I'll never be like all the others I'm a little O.D.D Most people really don't get me I'm the girl in the back of the class Blank stare, don't care, don't ask I'm a little O.D.D I see the way they look at me I can hear it when they talk that trash Saying "Any minute she gon' crack"

Mind Games - Sickick

Once I'm in there ain't no letting go, letting go Watch me turn your mind into my home Now that I'm in there's no letting go And your emptiness begins Once I grip onto your mind and soul And your brightness starts to dim Sin after sin you won't feel no more You've lost your trust again I know you wish you could let me know That you're praying for an end

Welcome to Wonderland - Anson Seabra

Welcome to Wonderland, where should we go There's a tea party along down the road Make an appearance and maybe they'll sing us a song Dancing through a dream underneath the stars Laughing 'til the morning comes Everyone that leaves has a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love Nothing around here is quite as it seems Not sure if anything's real or a dream And the only thing sure from the start Is the song that's inside of your heart Don't let it leave If this was a dream, then at least I've got Memories for when morning comes Now that I must leave with a heavy heart Oh, Wonderland I love

Boo Hoo - Neoni, ft. RIELL

When you start a fire and hide the matches Been down that rabbit hole Swore I would never go Back to bad habit's, I'm through Around and around we go sick of the vertigo Abracadabra, screw you White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise, I've had enough White lies, red eyes, I've had enough Fake nice surprise Boo hoo, you don't like me, well That's good for you Boo hoo, say you're over it, well That makes two Throw your pity pity pity party Bring your friends, but you got nobody You, you don't like me, I don't like you Boo hoo

Numb Little Bug - Em Behold

And the world it feels too big Like a floating ball that's bound to break Snap my psyche like a twig And I just wanna see if you feel the same as me Do you ever get a little bit tired of life Like you're not really happy but you don't wanna die Like you're hanging by a thread but you gotta survive 'Cause you gotta survive Like your body's in the room but you're not really there Like you have empathy inside but you don't really care Like you're fresh outta love but it's been in the air Am I past repair A little bit tired of tryin' to care when I don't A little bit tired of quick repairs to cope A little bit tired of sinkin' There's water in my boat I'm barely breathin' Tryna stay afloat So I got these quick repairs to cope Guess I'm just broken and broke

♡ Badly Summarized OC ♡

A brilliant young telepath/telekinetic superhero fueled by coffee, candies and spite, as well as a truckload of pizza.

Puts her intellect to good use by creating the most unhinged plans and somehow making them work! Is the Gremlin Mom Friend.

Is terrified of fire because her father's business partner burned down his lab with him inside. Now doesn't know how to feel about the fact that one of her best friends controls flames.

She's probably a bit more childish and naive than the rest of the team but is sharp-witted and funny all the same. Also! Out of the starting members of the Gang, Saoirse is the only one who was born in serious wealth, though she lost it all.

If someone fused a black cat and an orange cat into one and turned them into a human being, that would be Saoirse.

Can speak a lot of languages but most of the cast doesn't know until she randomly starts spouting fluent words in foreign languages in a situation where that's required. (Cue the classic: "We didn't know you spoke [language X]!" followed by "... But you never asked?")

Gives suspiciously good relationship advice but has never dated before.

Loves a grunge style and absolutely revels in a goblin-core aesthetic, plus adores watching the chaos unfold from behind the scenes.

Has a deeper voice than one would expect, which often also sounds coarse when she's bored or focused.

Sleeps like a rock and could potentially sleep through the end of the world. Counts scientific facts instead of sheep when she can't fall asleep.

Can crawl and climb basically anywhere. This has nothing to do with her powers - she's just uncannily agile and stealthy, to the point she jumpscares her friends often lol.

Source for pictures: Pinterest

Source for music/songs: Spotify

Tagging (gently): @sleepy-night-child, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @smol-feralgremlin, @oh-no-another-idea, @littleladymab,

@winterandwords, @eccaiia, @sarahlizziewrites, @illarian-rambling

@agirlandherquill, @anoelleart, @ray-writes-n-shit

@the-golden-comet, @writernopal, @anyablackwood, @unstablewifiaccess, @forthesanityofstorytellers

@i-can-even-burn-salad, @cakeinthevoid

@lassiesandiego, @thepeculiarbird, @clairelsonao3, @memento-morri-writes, @starlit-hopes-and-dreams

@differentnighttale

@wyked-ao3 and OPEN TAG

Taglist for Scrapyard Boys below the cut 🧪

Scrapyard Boys Taglist (-/+): @ray-writes-n-shit, @sarandipitywrites, @lassiesandiego, @smol-feralgremlin, @kaylinalexanderbooks,

@diabolical-blue @oh-no-another-idea

@cakeinthevoid, @clairelsonao3,

@thepeculiarbird

@the-golden-comet, @urnumber1star, @ominous-feychild, @anyablackwood, @amaiguri, @lyutenw @finickyfelix

@thecomfywriter, @the-letterbox-archives, @differentnighttale @wyked-ao3

Let me know if you'd like to be added!

[16woodsequ]

Community Wip Wednesday Response --- Nov 6th 2024

Tagging all the comments I got on my wip wednesday community post. We got a lot of requests for Selkie Steve, so you get a lot of that one! I think I'm on the home stretch of that fic.

Dogs are the Best Judge of Character snippets for @kalira, @quietly-sleeping, @tiercell, @enigma-the-mysterious, @sourb0i, @kallisto-k

But he has been dead again now for over a year. He knows Hydra told everyone he died on that last mission. All those things, all of the stuff he managed to gather for himself, everything has no doubt been cannibalised once again and either thrown out or spread far and wide to museums or rich fans.

Steve feels sick with grief and old wounds made fresh again, and he no longer feels like exploring. He trudges back to the bathroom, head low and spirits in the gutter. 

All this time he’s been busy trying to survive and evade Hydra, he hasn’t had much time to truly come to terms with what his life is now, and what it means for his old life. When it hits, it hits hard.

He curls up in a miserable ball on his bed, trying to block out the world. As soft as the bed is, his leg hurts staying in one position for long. 

He doesn't move until he has to use the pee pad Bucky left out, which only makes him feel worse. Disgusting.

He bunches himself up as small as possible, his back to the door as he buries his head under his paws and tries to forget about his situation for a while.

(bonus for private MTH requests:)

Steve remains morose until around lunchtime when Bucky comes back. He still feels tired and depressed, but his head does come up by itself when he hears Bucky coming in through the front door. He listens as he stomps snow off his boots and takes off his coat before moving through the apartment.

Selkie Steve Snippets for @twyrewolf, @tamsinswriting, @somefishycat, @asha10100101010, @wizisbored, @violet-prism-creatively, @eriquin, @1attheedge, @loyal-house-of-lupin, @allofthebeanz, @stonemaskedtaliesin, @kitten-kokomo, @hurricanebreeze

Even with his newfound knowledge, Tony isn’t about to go confronting Rogers about it. That’s what he has Natasha and Sam for. If Rogers isn’t listening to them, there’s no way he’s going to listen to Tony about it. But since it would be rather inconvenient if their Captain got toasted in the middle of battle because he won’t take care of himself properly, Tony does find himself keeping an extra eye on him during missions.

To his dying day, he will claim that is the reason he ends up trapped in the half-collapsed building, away from the rest of the Avengers. Not because he wasn’t paying attention. Nope. Not at all.

He’s lucky, the building doesn’t seem intent on collapsing the rest of the way, although Tony isn’t about to go blasting holes in it to find out. Instead he begrudgingly radios his status of ‘Still Alive’ to the rest of the team and sets JARVIS to scanning the debris so he can figure out how to get out.

The building wasn’t supposed to collapse while he was inside. He was busy digging through the digital archives left behind by the crazed mad scientist they were called to handle, while the rest of the team moved on to the more immediate threat of the giant jellyfish/slug thing said scientist had made (honestly, why?), when the perfectly sound building groaned ominously around him and he found all his exits rapidly disappearing. 

His best guess is boobytraps, left behind by paranoid scientists who don’t want to be hacked. And he might’ve thought to check for those if he wasn’t busy worrying about Rogers getting hit by another dry-heaving spell while he went off and fought without Tony to watch his back.

Yeah. That’s the reason.

Tony huffs inside his helmet, grumbling irritably to himself as he shuffles through dust and debris. Surprisingly, half the emergency lights are still functional, and JARVIS’ scans inform him the building is still relatively stable, so he just needs to dig himself out. He’s busy climbing over rocks to get to the best potential exit point, when he hears something scrape the ground behind him.Tony whirls around, repulsors blazing as his eyes dart from one rocky corner to the next. The dim lighting has the shadows all weird, and his ears are hyper alert now, picking up every crack and crumble of the building around him. Either the sound was more boobytraps, or the scientist had left something else in here that he would rather not deal with alone.

(bonus for MTH requests:)

The answer turns out to be neither of those things, because out of a shadow, steps a man. He’s dressed in black, but the glint of his silver arm states his identity for him. He stands like a doberman, eerily still in the face of Tony’s repulsor, his hand placed lightly on the rifle across his chest.

I'm keeping my MTH fics private for now, so I wrote in them and added extra snippets to the ones above for @auburnlaughter, @zyrafowe-sny, @aparticularbandit, @oriharaizayadividesintoslytherin, @whimsicalmeerkat

[band--psycho]

Anthony Bridgerton x Reader- Grief

I'm just gonna say sorry in advance!

Anyway, I hope this helps anyone that needs it! 💛

Warnings: Complicated grief

Grief. 

Everyone deals with it differently. 

Everyone heals from it differently. 

But how do you act when the father that should’ve loved you and instead chose to abandon you, dies? 

How do you act then? 

How do you deal with that loss?

How do you grieve for someone, that for the first five years of your life was the best man you ever knew, but then for the other twenty years was nothing more than a stranger to you? 

Do you cry? 

My mother has been crying ever since she found out. 

I thought she hated him for what he did.

For leaving her.  

For leaving us. 

I thought she hated him like I did, if not more so. 

But seeing her now; I think she’d always loved him, even after he left. 

She always thought he’d come back….

But I was different. 

I did hate him. 

I hated him because when he left I didn’t just lose a father, I lost my mother too. 

When he left us; the mother I had left with him. 

She was never the same once he left.

She was a ghost of herself; occasionally I’d see a small smile on her lips or a little glint in her eyes but that was it. 

For a year, my mother barely acknowledged me…not unless it was when other people were around. 

It got better over time; especially when she became friends with Viscountess Violet Bridgerton. 

They had a mutual hole in their heart. 

Violet's husband, Viscount Edmund Bridgerton, died seven years after my father left.

Had it not been for their shared loss; they probably never would have become friends, or they certainly would not have been as close as they are now. 

The loss that began their friendship was different, but that did not seem to matter. Not to them. 

Violet's family helped her through it as well, her children, they were her rock just as I was my mums. 

That’s how I got to know the rest of the Bridgerton family. 

I knew my mother would have gone to Violets and I knew I probably should have gone with her, to support her, to comfort her, to just be there for her. 

And yes, it was selfish that I stayed at home, I knew that. 

But I just couldn’t go with her. 

I couldn’t bear to be around the Bridgertons; who would all be extremely nice and give me their condolences. 

I couldn’t bear to be around all the “I’m sorry for your loss” 

What loss? 

The loss of a man who left my mother and their five year old daughter, with practically nothing. 

The man who abandoned us without even giving a reason why. 

The man who stayed away for all of these years.

The man who, more than likely, had another family that he actually stuck around for. 

How could I listen to those words and deal with the sympathetic looks when the man that died was a stranger to me. 

I suppose that right there was the difference between my mother and I; she had more memories with my father. 

She had more of a reason to grieve than I did. 

I did not want to cry over him. 

He didn’t deserve my tears. 

And yet; as soon as my mother left for the Bridgertons, I felt this overwhelming wave of sadness unexpectedly wash over me. 

I felt like I was drowning. 

Drowning in feelings I did not understand, nor did I want to accept. 

So I did the only thing I could do; I distracted myself; I grabbed the closest book to me and started reading it. Desperately trying to focus on the words on the page rather than the thoughts that were whirling around in my brain. 

I was trying so hard. 

Then there was a knock at the door and I felt my soul momentarily jump out of my body. 

I ignored it; hoping that they would go away. 

They didn’t.

 They just kept knocking. 

I took a deep breath as I snapped the book closed; before making my way to the door.

Though when I opened it, I did not expect to see Anthony Bridgerton standing there. 

“Did you not hear me knocking?” He asked, the frustration evident in his voice. 

I didn’t know how to answer him at first; so I just moved out of his way slightly so that he could come in. 

I did not dislike Anthony, but I did not really know him. There were six years in age that separated us, and out of the Bridgertons, I was always closer with Colin, given that I was only a year older than him.

So I knew Anthony as well as anybody could know their friends' older sibling.

But it was raining heavily so I could not just let him stay outside in the cold and wet. 

“What are you doing here?” I countered quizzically, my confusion just as evident as his frustration.

I couldn’t quite understand what he was doing here, of course I’m sure he knew about the news of my father, but that still didn’t ease my confusion. 

We weren’t friends. 

In all honesty, we barely even knew each other. 

Perhaps his mother sent him thinking I’d be in a similar state as my mother? Or perhaps he was here because he knew Colin would be, if he was not in Greece. 

“I wanted to see if you were okay.” 

Was that concern in his voice? I could have sworn it was…Or had I just imagined that? 

“I’m fine,” I answered simply, walking over to the table I’d left the book I’d been reading on, “I’ve just been reading.”

His eyes narrowed as he looked at the book, before reaching out and lightly pulling it out of my grasp, “You were reading a recipe book?” 

‘I was reading the first thing I got my hands on to distract myself from the sadness I was feeling,’

But there was no way I was going to tell Anthony Bridgerton that. 

I knew he probably did not want to be here, so as long as I said I was fine, he would believe it, he could go back to his day and I could try and find something better than a recipe book to read.

“It doesn’t hurt to have a skill or two; not everyone can have servants like you.” 

Was it a blunt answer, yes. 

Did it come out a lot harsher than I had intended it too, also yes…

And I could tell it took Anthony off guard; given by how his eyebrows raised slightly. 

He was a Viscount; I doubted he’d ever really been spoken to in anything other than polite and respectful ways. 

“You were distracting yourself,” Anthony pointed out after a short silence had passed between us. 

It was annoying that he was right. 

“I was reading,” I repeated, trying to keep my composure. Trying to keep myself together, Trying to be strong like I had been all day. 

“Y/n/n…” he began, his voice softer than I’d ever heard him talk before. 

The softness in his voice made me want to break; to stop with the facade I had and just crumble..but I couldn’t.

I had no reason to; not really.

Though hearing him say my name so softly was bizarre, I had heard my name spoken from his lips a fair amount over the years that I had known him; but this felt different. 

He seemed different. 

He placed the book down on the desk behind him before turning his attention back to me. 

“I know how it feels to grieve a father,” he continued, meeting my eyes, like he was staring into my soul. 

“Your father loved you,” the words left my mouth before I could even fully process what it was that I had actually said.

I saw the pain flash in Anthonys eyes; memories of his father obviously racing through his mind. 

“My father left me,” I stated, feeling a lump in my throat begin to grow as I held back the tears I wanted to shed. 

“That does not mean you did not love him,”

“I hated him,” 

A sympathetic smile momentarily grew on Anthony’s face as he placed his hand on my upper arm, “I know,” 

“Then why am I sad…?” I questioned, my voice was so quiet I wasn’t even entirely sure Anthony heard it until I felt his hand squeeze my arm lightly. 

“Because you loved him once.” 

And in that moment; everything made sense. 

I did love him. 

When I was little, I thought my father was an amazing man…because back then he was. 

And then he was just gone. 

For the first few years I could not help but wonder what my life would have been like if he had not left…how it would have been different, or at least how it could have been different.

I hadn’t even realised I was crying until I felt Anthony hands cupping my face, his thumbs gently wiping away the tears that had fallen from my eyes. 

“It’s alright,” he breathed, pulling me into him, soothingly  stroking the top of my head as I sniffled against his chest. 

I certainly did not think this was how today was going to go. 

I certainly hadn’t expected to be crying into Viscount Bridgertons chest. 

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled, pulling away slightly from his embrace. 

“You’ve nothing to be sorry for,” he assured me, his voice continuing to be soft and understanding. 

“Do not feel like you have to stay, I will be perfectly fi-”

“I shall stay as long as you need me to, Y/n,” Anthony interrupted me, as his eyes met mine again.

And in my heart I knew I did not want him to leave. 

Not yet. 

I do not know what it was or why, but right now with Anthony, I did not feel like I had to pretend to be fine; I did not have to be strong, I could just be myself. Which right now was a mess. 

“Thank you,” I said softly, allowing him to pull me back into his embrace. 

I never really took Anthony as the hugging type of person; but given the events of today, I think there was more to Anthony Bridgerton than I had originally thought.

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[skrimbleeowo]

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Hi, are you writing for Viserys 3? He's so hot I can't...it would be interesting for me to read something like f reader and viserys in pentos when Dany left for Khalasar.

The city of love and future

Viserys iii x highborn lady!reader

warning : kiss, small hurt/comfort, drinking wine, no use of y/n

Summary : With his sister away taking care of the horse lord, the prince of the dynasty still had some time to himself, but with the beauty of a highborn lady at his side, Pentos can be explored even better, together the dragon quickly finds pleasure in the beauty of the freewoman.

info : I'm sorry that you had to wait a few days, thanks for the request (haven't written for Viserys iii in a while) and yes he looks very good, enjoy reading :)

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The sound of hooves on the stony ground could still be heard in the wind as the princess of the realm was taken by her brother on a ride from Drogo. Still her bright silver hair blew in the wind and the light lilac dress that was supposed to accentuate her body fluttered.

The prince's violet eyes gazed after the group for a few more minutes, it was an aranted meeting to avoid losing the alliance after all, of course Dany would have no say in it but Viserys had listened to his ally Illyrio's suggestion and given his sister this meeting she had better make it a good one.

As much as he sometimes saw her as a burden, hated her and shouted at her, he knew that she was dependent on him and he on her because he had a cock he was the heir, but because she had a cunt she would be the link between his new army and a new world so any means would do…because at the end of the day they both just wanted to go home…or what was left of it now.

Shaking off the thought, he turned away from the entrance and walked back up the stairs into his friend's mansion, the only one who seemed to be helping him and his ‘familiar’ as he called her.

The noblewoman, a cousin of the Prince of Pentos and someone with a lot of influence, ,,He likes her, your sister," he suddenly heard her voice and looked over at her sitting on a couch covered in colourful floral fabric and holding a goblet of wine in her hand.

,,Oh yes? Is that so?" he asked all he had seen was her aim and no sign of liking her. He walked up to her and adjusted his clothes, enjoying her smirk because despite everything he had a thing for her, she was a noble, she was an origin of Valyria with the city and above all she was honest, didn't lie to him and told him the truth.

She sat up from her semi-recumbent position and held out a goblet to him which he accepted with a grateful nod, his hand stroking her warmth as Pentos met his dragon warmth.

,,Khal Drogo is a man of strength but even coarse ones have an eye for jewels and your sister with you is the most precious thing there is two dragons with a dynasty…a beautiful tragedy you are my dear Viserys" she admitted and saw in his violet eyes the uncertainty, the anger and the honour.

She watched as he took a sip to think, but she also knew that he and his sister always seemed to be in danger, tense and tarry, something she wanted to change, she liked the prince, appreciated and hated the Targaryen in equal measure but Viserys as beautiful as he was tragically ugly.

He just nodded, smiled slightly and brushed a light strand of hair behind his ear, offering his hand to help her stand up before she clutched his arm and the two of them walked to the stone balcony to look out over the city.

,,A beautiful view" she said, enjoying her free home once more, a home that was better than the dark hole of Westeros with King's Landing where she was once disgusting and crowded but there lay the throne he wanted, ,,Only you are more beautiful my love" he said and his fingers travelled up her arm stroking the fabric of her light dress and once again she looked into those pretty violet eyes.

The eyes of a dragon who wanted her, she would be an ideal match but now? Who could say what lay in the future? ,,You honour me, my dragon prince," she replied and stepped closer to him, taking the goblet from him and placing it on the parapet, wanting to feel his warmth. She had seen his anger, knew that he wanted to be called king, but he seemed to allow her to call him prince.

,,I would honour you if you were my queen over the kingdoms, safe on the throne," he tried and stroked her cheek but she drew back warily, knowing that his goal was still in a future that could not be seen.

She immediately heard the between as he gripped her hand tighter, ,,I would be generous I-" he tried to argue but she only gave him a knowing pitying smile and clasped his face with her hands, ,,You would be the King Viserys, you would be a dragon you would be anything you want but as the sun rises in the east and never in the north no one can say how long it will take you to get back to King's Landing".

She gave him to understand saw how he suddenly wanted to tear himself away from her, seemed to be fighting with himself inside, didn't know what to do but when her hands closed around his, kissing him, he looked at her, anger reflected in the violet mirrors of his soul but his love for her brought him back to his senses.

,,Don't leave me, stay with me…please" he murmured, seeming to beg her, seeming to see his situation clearly and understand what she meant as she showed him once more the reality and not the lie he was lost in.

Before she nodded she came closer to him, ‘I'll stay with my dragon’ she whispered before she felt his kiss on her lips, his hands holding her waist and the sound of the wind flying around her like a dragon flapping its wings.

A dragon she kissed, a dragon that held her and a future king who made her his queen as long as the winds blew towards his future, they would be together forever.

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