#he's just like this crazy lady is where I draw the line

[emotinalsupportturtle]

Riley Flynn after the most traumatic day in his life (??) just be like..

His expressions the entire time Bev is talking are just fucking hilarious. (they also scream "just shut up already" and he's so real for that)

[gureumz]

burn

rating: explicit

member: jungwon

notes: fem!reader, reader is a couple years older than him, acquaintances to lovers, medieval/renaissance (?) royalty au (i made the time period as vague as possible so anywhere from the 1500s to 1700s should be fine i guess), talks of marriage, loss of virginity, unprotected sex

a/n: IMPORTANT! i was hesitant to put this out at first because i know there's tension when it comes to explicit content regarding jungwon, but i didn't make this out to be anything too crazy, so no hard/taboo kinks as i don't feel quite okay writing those for him as of now. i did enjoy writing this piece as i'm a history buff and love the drama. of royal courts so,,,please enjoy!

it was getting too much.

the stares, the "innocent" touches, the silences that followed each strained conversation.

you had been patient. you had been steadfast. you had stood your ground.

but the flicker of desire inside you was slowly catching on, and you know, it would soon be roaring fiercely despite your efforts to tamp it down.

you gather your skirts and trudge on out of the library, knowing the princess would be looking for you, given the length of time you've been away. the hallway is quiet, as you expected. the end of supper time is drawing near, and everyone in the castle would soon retire to their private chambers.

the princess was dining with her family in her father's royal suite, along with a handful of courtiers and ladies-in-waiting, much like yourself. you had excused yourself for a moment under the guise that you were in need of the privy, but in truth, you could not bear to be in the room with him any longer.

he'd been staring, longer than he should be, and you were afraid that someone would take notice.

you had stood behind the princess, curtsying briefly before asking to take your leave. she waved you off without a second thought, though you did not miss the questioning glint in her eye as she did so.

you caught his gaze briefly just before you left.

prince jungwon had smiled in your direction, seemingly amused at your flustered state.

you suddenly blank as you turn a corner, your shoulder colliding with something, causing you to stumble backward. you reach out instinctively to steady yourself, just as a hand grabs you by the arm.

"my lady," a voice croons in your ear, and you feel your dinner churning inside you.

you straighten yourself out, smoothing down the wrinkles in your dress as you look jungwon in the eye.

"your grace," you begin. "i was just on the way back to supper."

"no need," jungwon informs with a tilt of his head. "supper has ended. my sister does seem to want to know where you've wandered off to, though."

you swallow thickly. "i will return to her chambers right away."

you bow, hoping he would drop the conversation, but you feel his hand lay gently on your shoulder. you freeze, acutely aware that no man who isn't your lover or husband should be touching you like this in public.

"i'm sure she would not mind if you stayed out a little longer?" jungwon says as you fiddle with the lace trim on your bodice.

"doing what, your grace?" you question, turning back to look at him.

jungwon smiles, his dimples prominent in the firelit hall.

"take a walk with me," jungwon offers.

"if she asks where you've been, you can always say you were with me."

you draw in a breath. "i don't think that would be wise."

"my sister has five other ladies-in-waiting to attend to her. one would not be amiss," jungwon tries to convince you, taking your hand in his.

"what i meant was, it would not be appropriate to be left alone with you," you protest, watching as he lifts your hand to his lips, brushing them gently over your knuckles.

your skin tingles with a feeling you can't quite place.

"and why not?" jungwon asks, running his thumb over the spot where he had kissed your hand.

you look into his large, cat-like eyes. you're bewildered at how dashing he looks in this proximity, the sharp line of his nose exaggerated by the shadows cast by the torches around you. his lips curve into another one of his handsome smiles, and the way he looks at you is more than enough cause for you to shake inwardly with want.

"you know why," you finally answer. "it is not proper."

jungwon cocks his head to the side as if waiting for you to continue.

"we're not betrothed, or known lovers, for that matter. the direction we're heading..."

you pause, hoping jungwon would understand what you're talking about.

"it's dangerous."

"do you not hold any affection for me, lady ______?" jungwon addresses you formally, perhaps a jest, given the smirk playing on his lips.

"i had thought you did," jungwon continues, reaching out to toy with a loose strand of your hair that seemed to have fallen from the intricate braids that decorate your head.

"why would you think that?" you challenge. your heart beats twice as fast now.

the flicker of flames begins to crackle.

"you do not throw yourself at me like the other ladies in this castle do," jungwon replies, his thumb ghosting over your cheek and down your jaw.

"you avoid me, make any excuse to separate yourself from me," jungwon goes on.

"but when you do find yourself in my presence, your eyes cannot seem to leave mine."

you inhale sharply.

it's true. much like earlier, you make such efforts to create as much distance as possible between you and jungwon. like a fox slinking away from its predator.

but to you, jungwon was like a city cat: sly and clever. despite the couple of years you had on him, he was always one step ahead. you could never escape him. it didn't matter how grand his family's castle was, you will always find your way to each other.

"do you hold any affection for me, your grace?" you ask, raising a brow.

jungwon chuckles at this.

"of course."

your eyes widen at his admission and a laugh escapes the prince's lips.

"you thought i would shy away from such a confession?" jungwon taunts, stepping closer, his hands resting on your waist.

the fire burns brighter, still.

jungwon leans in and panic fills you. you were not in one of the castle's secluded corners where shadows are ready to conceal whatever is to come next. anyone could walk by and find you and the prince in this compromising position.

but all is forgotten when jungwon presses his lips against yours, gentle and cautious, as if wary that he might scare you off.

as a lady of a respectable background, you have always been reminded by your family to keep your virtue with you. you are not to mess with boys and no such inappropriate behavior shall be tolerated from you.

as a lady of a respectable background, you had your way around this.

this is not the first time you've been kissed, but the weak peck of lips against your own when you were but a young girl was nothing compared to the way jungwon's lips seems to be melting against yours.

you pull jungwon closer by the front of his tunic, feeling the firm muscles shifting beneath.

"we mustn't," you protest weakly against his lips. "not here."

jungwon pulls away, breathing heavily, eyes dark as he gazes at you. you stare back at him, anticipation coursing through your body.

what now?

"to my chambers," jungwon whispers, grasping your hand in his. you start to protest as he pulls you along, but he shushes you.

"quickly," jungwon urges, dashing down the hallway towards his room.

luckily for both of you, your destination had been nearby, and no guards are on patrol on this side of the castle. you arrive in front of the heavy double doors of jungwon's room, both of you out of breath and brimming with feelings you did not care to address.

jungwon pushes you against the hard wooden doors, lips pressing up against yours once more. you let out a surprised sound, but it's caught in your throat when you feel jungwon's hand running down the side of your leg. he dips down, grabbing the back of your knee, before hooking your leg around his waist.

you gasp, feeling him press up against you. you feel something hard beneath his breeches.

the flames are catching on, moving up farther and farther.

"your grace," you start, increasingly worried that someone would see you.

"forgive me," jungwon says with a sheepish grin. "restraint is hard to come by when you're around."

you flush at his words, but before you can reply, jungwon turns the knob to one side of the door, hurriedly pushing you inside before letting it close behind him. he turns the lock in place and lets the second steel bar fall across the wood, ensuring the utmost privacy for the two of you.

"your grace," you begin once more.

"jungwon," he says pointedly. "you may call me by my given name."

you gulp, the situation finally catching up to you. "jungwon."

"i...i do not wish to give myself to someone i will not marry," you explain, holding jungwon at arm's length. he examines your face, gently brushing your hair away from your forehead.

"we won't do anything you don't want to," jungwon reassures, placing a kiss on your forehead.

"but that's precisely it," you say, circling your arms around jungwon's neck.

"i want to do everything," you whisper.

"i want to do everything with you."

jungwon raisies an eyebrow, a grin tugging at his lips.

"are you the one proposing to me, my lady?" jungwon teases, his hand pressing gently on your lower abdomen. he travels down further between your legs, rubbing you through your gown.

you sigh, clutching at jungwon's clothes. you lean forward to leave a trail of kisses down his neck, enjoying the way he groans softly.

"is there any other woman you wish to marry?" you ask, smiling against his neck.

"no," jungwon answers simply, taking you by surprise as he pushes you towards his perfectly made-up bed, plush with the finest covers and blankets.

you stumble backward onto the cushiony surface, propping yourself up on your elbows as you watch jungwon undo the strings of his breeches. you gasp as he lets them fall, exposing all of his lower body to you.

jungwon catches your eye and leans down, kissing you with newfound vigor.

the fire crackles, just shy of bursting into wild flames.

"we can stop," jungwon murmurs as he pulls away. "whatever you want, my love, i will follow."

you shiver at the endearment, your fingers gently threading through jungwon's hair. with your other hand, you reach down to gather your skirt around your waist.

"i want you," you whisper, kissing jungwon sweetly.

you lay back down on the mattress, watching as jungwon eyes your exposed core with undeniable lust. jungwon bites his lip, guiding his straining length to your entrance. you feel a mild burn as he pushes in, the wet squelch of your arousal reaching your ears as he slips further into you.

you have had a man down there before, but merely with his fingers. the thickness of jungwon's cock contrasts with anything you've felt before, stretching you painfully, but you urge yourself to persist, clawing at jungwon's sleeves.

"my love, my dear," jungwon says, stilling over you.

"wait," you plead. "just, wait."

jungwon kisses you tenderly, stroking one side of your face with his thumb, perhaps in an effort to soothe you. you take increasingly deeper breaths, letting yourself relax in jungwon's embrace.

jungwon gives an experimental thrust, barely there, and you groan, but at this moment, the pain is mixed with a feeling that has you curling your toes.

"again," you pant, looking directly at jungwon's eyes. "slowly, my love."

jungwon moves again, carefully watching your expression. you gasp, lips parting as the sting gives way to a delicious throb within you.

"more," you beg this time. "please, i need to feel you."

jungwon groans, his hips snapping up as he gives in to his instincts.

"oh!" you cry out as the sensations come crashing down on you at once. it feels good, much better than your own fingers or anyone else's. you watch as he disappears and reappears with each thrust, the image so lewd and new to you that it keeps you in a trance.

"look at me, ______," jungwon says lowly. you obey, peering up at the young man. he has a frenzied look in his eyes, wild with something burning inside him.

the flames roar, engulfing you, him, your bodies.

jungwon grabs your hips, forcing you further down his bed. you throw your head back, relishing in the way he seems to go even deeper. you lock your legs around him, never wanting this feeling to end.

the bed creaks with the effort of holding up your passionate lovemaking, and you worry for a fraction of a second if anyone can hear. as if reading your thoughts, jungwon places a lingering kiss on your forehead.

"i think...i plan to marry you within the year," jungwon supplies between labored breaths. "hell, before the next moon if father allows."

you giggle, elated at jungwon's words.

"hardly a choice now that i've given my maidenhood to you," you comment mischievously. one side of jungwon's mouth raises in a smirk before he dives down to latch at one side of your neck.

"you're mine, love," jungwon declares. "all mine."

you preen at his words, his pace picking up. you're left breathless as he thrusts madly in and out of you. your world is spinning but at the very center of it is jungwon. sweet, handsome jungwon.

"i'm about to—"

"inside," you blurt out without second thought. jungwon's mouth hangs open at your decision, a question evidently making its way out of him.

"you'll get it on my dress, otherwise, and that would raise more questions," you interrupt once more, your breath hitching as jungwon's nails dig into your side.

"by the gods," jungwon curses beneath his breath. "i might have to wed you within a fortnight."

"please," you mewl. "want nothing more than to be your wife, to be yours."

jungwon grunts, pressing a hand down on your abdomen. you yelp, feeling a sudden pressure inside you. it had been a slow thrum of something minutes before, but now a strange sensation grips at you from within.

"s-something's happening," you worry, grasping jungwon's shoulder.

"you're about to finish, my love," jungwon says, pressing down even harder on your belly. you writhe, feeling as if you're about to explode.

"it'll feel good, i promise," jungwon reassures, pressing his lips to your temple. his movements are turning erratic, sweat dripping down his forehead with effort.

"fuck, i'm—"

before jungwon can finish his sentence, he moans loudly in your ear, sinking fully to the hilt inside of you. you feel him spasm inside you and the movement brushes against a spot that has you coming undone, pleasure coursing through every vein in your body.

you cling onto each other, trembling and moaning each other's names.

a minute passes by as you both calm down, skin glistening in the dim light of the dying flames in the fireplace. jungwon is the first to pull away, watching you as you try to catch your breath.

"you look absolutely stunning, my love," jungwon praises, kissing you on the cheek.

you smile, the ache in your body starting to make itself known.

"let me call one of the servants to have a bath drawn for you," jungwon offers, reaching over to the row of service bells next to his bed.

you sit up, letting your gown fall over your legs, concealing any indication of the past hour.

"i think i should be the one to call for them from my own room," you suggest, pulling jungwon back. you snake your arms around his torso, kissing him behind his ear.

"they might grow suspicious," you add, laying your cheek against his firm back.

"very well, then," jungwon agrees, prying himself from your arms. he swiftly dresses, straightening his disheveled hair. he sees you watching and he smiles, taking your face in his and giving you what seemed to be the hundredth kiss that night.

"i suppose you don't want me walking you to your room, either?" jungwon asks, helping you up from his bed.

you shake your head, working out the creases in your skirt and sleeves.

"let's not push our luck, my prince," you warn, patting jungwon's cheek.

---

you enter your bedroom, exhausted and slightly worried. you tried to find the princess to provide a semblance of an explanation but she was nowhere to be found. not in her own chambers, not in the library, not in the parlor. you decided after nearly half an hour of looking that you would handle the situation tomorrow.

you slide the large metal lock of your bedroom door into place, securing you in your bedroom for now. you turn, nearly screaming at the figure standing before you.

"gods!" you shriek, backing into the door, painfully banging your head against the wood.

"oh, shut it," the princess says, pulling you away from the door. she maneuvers you toward your quaint sitting corner, pulling a chair back and urging you to take a seat.

"now," she begins. "i'm not mad. i'm thrilled, to be honest."

"have you worked out a wedding date with my brother, yet?"

[softcursechoso]

Memoirs from a Gilded Cage: CH. 1

Attack on Titan x Reader

Story Links: Ch. 2

MDNI! FROM THIS SENTENCE ON YOU ARE AGREEING THAT YOU ARE 18+

FROM THIS SENTENCE ON NO SPOILERS ARE OFF LIMITS!

Black!Reader

Levi x Reader

Erwin x Reader

Eventual Romance/Slow Burn

CH. 1 Warnings: None

Summary: As a privileged member of Mitras' elite, your life has been one of comfort and prestige—until your father’s sudden illness unearths a shocking revelation buried in his memoirs. What you discover shatters the foundation of your world, drawing you into the shadowy depths of the underground. Driven by a hunger for answers, you embark on a perilous journey through unforgiving streets. Along the way, you uncover not just buried truths, but the strength, love, and self-worth you never could have imagined.

Words: 5k+

CHILD OF THE SUNRISE

High above the sky you were. The moonlight reflecting off of your skin like sunlight against the finest jewels. A gorgeous red dress flowing behind you. No wall to hold you back, as you could soar over it with ease. Freedom alas. A premonition begotten.

“My lady, we have arrived.” A gentle voice called to you.

Your eyes cracked open, and certainly you were not above the sky. No. You were grounded right where you always were. Hm… what an interesting dream…

Greville Estate : 1:35pm : Mitras

Your black heels clicked softly against the freshly polished marble flooring, and echoed in the vast hallway. The long royal blue curtains were pulled open and let in the balmy afternoon rays. Fresh poppies lined the windows outside, which caused a lot of little visitors to stop by. You loved the butterflies and the bees, maybe even envied them. They had freedom that you didn’t. 

The Greville Estate was a sight to behold. Even amongst the wealthy here in Mitras, this home still turned heads. It was grand. It was gaudy. It was… your childhood home. A place you grew up and lived most of your days until recently. 

“Oh! Goodness! You scared me!” A young man of high class nearly ran into you as you were turning the corner. “You can’t be walking around here looking like that.”

Dark brown hair, blue eyes, fair skin, and a smug ass grin that you just wanted to slap right off of his face sometimes. Your brother; Cassius Greville.

“Looking like what?” Your eyebrow rose. 

You were certain he wasn’t actually talking about your appearance. As the most revered seamstress in Mitras, there was no way he had anything to say about your clothing. A long sleeve, hand beaded, open back, form fitting, black dress. You were light years ahead of your time in terms of fashion, and he knew that. Maybe he was talking about…

“Your hair.” He shrugged, “It’s just- so crazy today.”

Of course he was talking about that. You were what people called a medical anomaly… if they were being nice that is. One of one. Brown skin, curly hair, and features like none other. You looked nothing like your late mother Celeste Greville, nor did you look like your father. Was the world really so cruel to curse you with this diseased brown skin? Yes, though you’d word it a little differently.

“It’s not crazy idiot.” You rolled your eyes, “This is just how it looks when I don’t straighten it. How’s father anyway?”

“Asking about you again. He swears you’ll leave him for good every time you get up to take a piss.” Cassius brushed past you, “Go say hi, favorite child .”

You stood slightly sideways as your brother shoulder bumped you. He really was in a mood today. It’s true, you were always your father’s favorite, but now that he was on his deathbed the genuine feelings about his kids were coming out, and Cassius was on the bottom of that totem pole. 

Finally you fully turned the corner, faced with two massive double doors. You’d pull it open and walk into your father’s room. There he lay sick and frail in his grand oak bed. Canopy pulled open for his visitors to see him. At his bedside in a white high back throne chair was your sister. She stood up to greet you.

Dark brown hair and blue eyes just like your brother. Pale skin and pink cheeks. The epitome of beauty. Tinsley Greville.

Her hand fluffed your curls before she gave you a hug. “It’s cute.” She smiled. “Father is sleeping now, but I’m sure he’ll still want you at his bedside.” 

You nodded, “Okay.” 

Your sister closed the door and you’d walk to your father’s bedside, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead. As you did, his pale, sickly blue eyes cracked open followed by a weak smile.

“My little angel.” He grabbed your hand. 

“Yeah.” You smiled softly as you attempted not to give way to the sadness of the moment.

His eyes closed once again, and you could tell that he was at peace just from having you nearby. In fact, all of the things he loved were nearby. Your father was a top engineer for the royal government before he fell ill, and he wanted to be surrounded by all of his inventions.

Perhaps that’s why you picked up sewing. Watching your father create masterpieces made you want to make some of your own. Well, in your own way of course.

You walked around the room, your perfectly manicured fingers lightly grazed the showcases displayed about. You looked at them a million times, but it still held intrigue.

In the back of the room was a bookshelf. It was your favorite part of the room, because it held so many books about towns just outside of Mitras. Villages that stood beyond wall Rose. Places that you could never visit beyond just looking at a book, but it was nice to dream.

Ever since you were born you were never allowed to leave the walled capital that is Mitras. That was an order from your father and the royal government that was carried out by the Military Police. Due to your rare condition, they deemed it best to keep you here so it wouldn’t spread to anyone else. Seemed a little unfair. You’d been around your family your whole life and they never got it, but an ordinance is still an ordinance. 

As your eyes traced up the bookshelf, you noticed an unremarkable black book hanging out just a little more than the rest. You’d reach up for the book and pull it from the shelf. Weird. You hadn’t even seen this one before.

Your delicate fingers slid the hard cover open, and just as you did.

“Stop!” Your father yelled in his raspy, sick voice. “P-put that back right now!” He coughed vigorously, “Don’t t-touch that!”

His yelling startled you, causing you to drop the book. Your father never yelled at you even once. Never rose his hand to you. Never said a bad word about you. Why did he snap at you for pulling the book? You were always more than welcome to read anything on the shelf, but why not this?

As you knelt down to pick up the book, your eyes fell on the page it landed on. You skimmed as quickly as you could. A tribe called Kuremi. A group of people with brown skin forced into the underground. A woman named Abeni? A daughter? Wait, what?

“Put it back-k!” Your father nearly choked as he coughed. 

“Sorry father. My dress got caught.” You rose with the book in hand and placed it back on the shelf.

You felt breathless. That book was not a fairytale or some forged documents. That was…  your father’s memoirs. You had to read it again. No. You didn’t have enough time to look at it. Surly you misread it. 

You couldn’t face him. You felt hot, scorching even. You needed to act like everything was fine until he fell asleep again. 

The nurses came in right on time with your father’s medicine. An elixir of herbs that would put him to sleep soon. 

You spoke now attempting to shake off the nervousness in your voice, “I think my father needs another dose of that. His cough is worsening.” You turned around to look at the women, “Please.”

“Of course.” They bowed at your grace.

You’d walk over to the seat your sister formerly occupied and sat with a delicateness that showed no hesitancy, but inside you were all nerves. 

It felt like hours you waited for your father to sleep. The sun was lowering more and more, and all you could think about was getting that one little book off the shelf again. Your hands felt clammy and there was nothing to do but wait. You were in your head. 

Did you read that right? Of course not. You were skimming. 

The time to act was now. Your father was out cold, double dosed on who knows what concoction those nurses gave him. You’d slip out of your heels in order to make less noise as you approached the bookshelf once more.

You reached for the black book and slid it out as best you could. Seemed easy enough. Okay, now where were you? You looked over your shoulder as your father snorted in his sleep. 

With your back turned to him, you flipped quickly and quietly. Aha!

The Kuremi or People of the Sunrise is what they called themselves. Father was there when they were forced underground. Corralled like cattle and shoved into the deep caverns below Mitras. Men, women, and children whose names would be lost to the sands of time.

Their mere existence challenged the belief of what existed beyond the walls. These brown skinned settlers appeared seemingly from thin air and forced underground to be forgotten. Father took an interest in one though. A woman with dark ebony curls and skin like earth after a summer rain. Her name was Abeni. He was in love with her. 

He dug a tunnel from his workshop that reached the underground so he could be with her without causing suspicion. She was terrified of him. She was married to a man, and by the time father met them they were the last two of their kind. All others had been wiped out in a single generation from famine and disease. 

She hated him, but father dragged her up to Mitras anyway and kept her there in secret. The royal government found out and father said he was running experiments so they allowed it. Months later her belly grew round with child. Father knew it wasn’t his. The timing was too quick. The baby was born the same day as Tinsley. Both mothers died in childbirth. 

The Royal Government allowed father to keep this child on the condition that she never leave Mitras. Abeni’s people may have died in the shadows, but their legacy will live on through her daughter. His daughter. The last child of the sunrise…

You clutched your chest as you tried to accept what you just read. There’s no way. There had to be more, right? Your fingers flipped through the pages, and as you did you saw that some were missing. The beginning pages, perhaps about where these people came from.

There has to be answers for this. It was absurd! Father’s old workshop was your current tailoring shop. If that were true, then that meant…

You quickly and quietly put the book of memoirs back in its place. You slipped your shoes back on and sped walked out of the room. Nearly running, you were until you reached outside. The dusk sunset began to settle on you, and you were greeted by a carriage driver and two Military Police escorts.

“I need to go to my shop, now please.” You wanted to make it sound urgent without it being dire. 

One man grabbed your hand as he helped you inside the carriage. Your mind was spiraling. So you weren’t even related to these people you spent your whole life with? You were the child of a woman that your father was obsessed with and tormented until the day she died. He was a monster. Not at all the man you thought you knew. 

If his memoirs were correct, that would mean there should be evidence of something regarding the Kuremi still lingering in the underground. Your father did not see Abeni’s husband, or rather, your biological father, die. It just said he was very sick. Maybe he was still down there, or any evidence of them.

You needed to know the truth. Who were they, and where did they come from? 

As the carriage stopped, you were right in front of your shop. Refurbished from your father’s old workshop. It was beautiful now. Adorned with many windows so customers could see the gorgeous handmade pieces you crafted. 

The door opened for you, and you yawned fictitiously as you were helped out of the carriage. 

“I’m gonna call it a night, okay?” You smiled at the men as you stepped toward your shop. “Sorry, don’t mean to put you on guard duty this early, but I’m kind of tired.”

Yes, the Military Police were tasked with watching over you. When you said it’s time for sleep, that meant it was time for one of them to guard the front of the shop, and the other to guard the rear. 

“Goodnight guys.” You reached into your bag and handed each of them a large bill.

It was the only way you could ever gain an ounce of autonomy in your life. Pay off the guards, and they loosen your leash a bit. Meaning, you do what you do, and they don’t ask questions. Be it inside or outside of the shop. They were your alibi. You were here all night according to them. So long as you didn’t leave Mitras of course.

It wasn’t one of those going out type nights though. No, tonight you were staying in.

As you entered your shop the smell of roses filled your senses. It was nice. Bolts of fabric lined the walls. Mannequins dressed to the nines, and your little workshop in the back behind a closed door so no one had to see what a mess you really were.

You’d draw the thick black curtains of your shop together to give yourself some privacy. Okay, your father said he built a tunnel under his workshop so that he could sneak a woman who didn’t love him up here and hold her captive. With that knowledge this shop didn’t seem quite as homey anymore. 

Obviously the tunnel had to be in your back room. You began to head in that direction. It was the only place that- your thoughts stopped abruptly as your foot walked against something hollow in the flooring. No way you walked through this hall thousands of times and never noticed. Why in the hallway? 

You pulled back the rug and still found nothing remarkable about the floor. It wasn’t until you tapped your foot again that you were sure. You grabbed a pair of shears from a nearby table and placed it in between the cracks. Slowly it lifted, but not just one board, it was a cutout big enough for a person, and a ladder that led into a dark tunnel that seemed to stretch on forever.

“Well I’ll be damned.”

Underground : 7:48pm

It seemed like you were descending for hours, though it wasn’t even close to that long. The smell got worse and worse as you lowered. The underground was not for the faint of heart, clearly. 

Your black heels settled onto the craggily floor, and you were in complete pitch blackness. Your hands pressed against the walls, and only one side felt different, wooden. 

You pushed it forward, and that stench hit you like a thousand sand bags. It was awful. As you pushed it more, you stepped in. You were in a room from what it looked like. Damn, you should have brought some candles with you because it was hard to see. 

You would be absolutely beside yourself if you climbed all the way up for some candles, so you figured making a quick trip to the market wouldn’t be too bad. They had markets down here, right?

One of your hands clutched your bag packed full of essentials for your first trip underground. The other hand felt around for a doorknob. Didn’t take too long to find it. You’d twist and walk out into the city of forgotten souls for the first time.

It was so vastly different from Mitras up above. The people down here seemed kind of to themselves. Mean scowls on their faces and ready to act at the drop of a hat. 

“Hey!” One man yelled to you. “The exotic lookin’ broad!”

“Hi.” You said nervously, walking in the opposite direction.

“What’s in the bag?” Another stepped in front of you.

“Fancy clothes.” One laughed in an eerie manner that caused your blood to run cold.

“Thanks.” You smiled quickly and attempted to walk past him.

The first man’s arm stopped you and pushed you into the wall. His hand tracing your waist down to your hips. “You wanna do this the easy way or the hard way?”

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were fierce like a woman who no longer had the option of flight. “Get the fuck away from me!” 

The screech of metal piercing stone sounded and you looked above. A man with blonde hair was swinging by with ODM gear. 

“Whoa! Looks like that girl’s in trouble.” Furlan looked over at you. His eyes narrowing as he’d never seen anyone like you down here before. 

You were like a diamond peeking out from the dirt. Your masterpiece of an outfit was a stark contrast to the world around you. Your eyes were quite the trap, able to lure anyone in with just a glance. A testament to your strange mystique.

“We should help.”

“Not our problem.” The uninterested voice of Levi spoke. Yes, not his problem and yet his curiosity couldn’t help but look back not once, but twice. Who the hell?

As the man pulled you closer, a voice sounded behind him. “Let her go. She doesn’t want it. You don’t take no for an answer?” 

As your head tilted a bit to the side, you saw the sandy blonde hair of Furlan, followed by his big blue eyes and a smug grin.

“Leave.” He speaks again, voice like ice.

The man in front of you snarls, shoving you aside. You stumble, catching yourself against the wall. “Think you can tell us what to do? You don’t even belong over here. This ain’t your business.”

“We’re making it our business.” Furlan speaks again.

Levi hops in beside him, he pulls out a blade, twirling it lazily in his hand. “I don’t have the patience for this.”

The gang doesn’t take the hint. They charge. The fight is swift and brutal—a blur of blades and limbs. You press yourself against the wall, heart pounding, as the two strangers dispatch the men with terrifying efficiency. Seemed like it was over in an instant, but you could still describe every brutal second of it.

The sandy haired man wiped his blade clean on the gang leader’s shirt. “Still think you’re tough?” He turns to you, smiling softly. “You alright?”

You nod, hands trembling as they clutch your bag. “Yeah, thanks.”

“Where ya from?” Furlan follows up.

“Hmm, how about- far enough to keep you curious, but close enough to make it dangerous.” You make a joke to cut the tension.

“We don’t have time for this.” Levi spoke. “The MP’s are still on us.”

Your eyes widened, “The MP’s? Wait!” You held your hand out as the two were getting ready to take off.

This wasn't good. Not all MP's were paid off by you so you could wander the streets of Mitras. That being said, even those that were wouldn't hesitate to drag you back topside and snitch if they saw you down here. This was no place for a woman of nobility.

“What?” Levi’s sharp eyes cut in your direction.

“Take me with you, please. I’ll pay you. I can’t get caught.” You rose the bag in your hand, “I stole and I’ll b- ah!”

You let out a sharp squeak as your little spiel was cut short from Levi grabbing your wrist. He’d then hoist you up with surprising ease and take off. Pretty strong for a man of this stature.

Your arms were holding on around his neck for dear life. He fires his ODM gear and the world tilts as you’re suddenly airborne, soaring above the streets.

The wind whips past your face, and for a moment, terror grips you. You clutch Levi tightly, your arms wrapping even more snug around his neck as you bury your face against his shoulder. You tremble, both from fear and exhilaration. The underground spreads out below you. It’s a sprawling maze of shadows and ruins, but from up here, it almost looks beautiful.

Despite the grime and decay, there’s something mesmerizing about the view. The flicker of torchlight, the distant murmur of voices, the labyrinthine alleys that twist and turn like veins beneath the city. It’s awful, yes, but it’s alive. Something stimulating to the eyes that you’d never seen beyond your cage in Mitras up above.

Levi doesn’t say a word as he swings between buildings, his movements smooth and practiced. But you can feel the tension in his frame, the careful control he exerts over every motion. You hold on tighter, feeling a strange rush of euphoria as the two of you glide through the air.

“Wow.” Your voice is soft. It’s as if you were able to pluck the beauty from this unsightly town.

You feel your body jerk as Levi lands on the ground. He releases you, and you feel dizzy as you release him too. Hard to get your footing actually.

“You good?” Furlan asks with his eyebrows upturned with a tinge of worry. 

“I am.” You reach inside your bag and grab some bills you brought with you. You’d give one to each of them. “Thanks for that.”

“Wait, you’re really giving us this much just to get away from the MP’s?” Furlan’s eyes amplify.

You didn’t really think it was all that much, but perhaps it was for the service provided? 

“Inside. Quickly.” Levi rushed the two of you as he placed the fresh crisp bill in his pocket.

You step into the dimly lit room, your eyes adjusting to the shadows. The place is sparse but clean. There’s a small table with mismatched chairs, a worn couch, and a collection of neatly stacked papers sitting atop a makeshift desk. It’s utilitarian, yet it feels lived in. The faint scent of leather and ink lingers in the air, mixing with the smell of bleach and water.

Furlan closes the door behind you. “You’ll be safe here.”

“Thank you.” You smile softly, smoothing the fabric of your gown. 

The black velvet feels out of place in such a worn down space, but you carry yourself with practiced poise, aware of how closely both men are watching you.

Levi crosses his arms, leaning against the wall. His gaze hasn’t softened even a little bit. “Why are the MP’s really after you?”

You hesitate, considering your words carefully. “I don’t leave home much, and there was a bag I saw just sitting there... It’s complicated.”

“That’s an understatement.” Furlan mutters, glancing at your gown. “You stand out like a sore thumb.”

You force a smile. “Yes, the reason I stay inside so much.”

Silence stretches between you until you clear your throat. “Do you mind if I stay for a few hours? Just until the MP’s are gone. I’ll cook and clean.”

Furlan raises an eyebrow. “Cook?”

You nod. “I have ingredients. I was going to use them for myself, but…” You shrug. “It’s the least I can do.”

Levi exchanges a glance with Furlan, then nods once. “Fine, but don’t touch anything else.”

You set to work, tying your curls back with a silk ribbon before gathering your supplies. Fresh vegetables, herbs, and spices. All virtually unknown treasures in the underground. The vibrant colors of the produce seem almost otherworldly in this dim space. You move with practiced efficiency, chopping, stirring, and seasoning with care, the rhythm of cooking soothing your nerves.

The scent of the meal fills the room, drawing Furlan closer. He watches you with open curiosity, leaning against the table as you work.

“Where did you get all this?” He asks, his tone incredulous. “These don’t have a speck of mold, and none of them are squishy from being rotten.

You smile faintly. “I grow what I can. It’s a little hobby of mine.”

“Underground?” The blonde follows up, a wave of shock in his voice.

You shrug. “I told you I’m a shut in. I get a lot done at home. Sometimes all you need is a touch of care.”

Levi watches you silently, his expression unreadable. He doesn’t trust you at all. The way you look, the way you dress, the way you act, the items you possess. It’s all too perfect to be from slums like this. 

“I probably should have asked earlier, but what are your names?” You look up from the boiling food with curiosity.

“Furlan Church.” The man grins widely. “And that’s Levi.”

“Oh.” You nod, “Nice to meet you. My name is-”

“On your bag, right?” Levi cut’s you off. 

You move to grab the bag that’s on the table and sure enough there is your name on a steel plate attached to the bag. Fancy.

“The bag you stole from the MP’s has your name on it?” Levi’s voice cuts with suspicion. 

“Of course not.” You roll your eyes, “I wasn’t talking about the bag I’m carrying my things in. I was talking about the bag of money inside the large bag.”

It was quick thinking on your part. You definitely were talking about the larger bag that you completely forgot was encrusted with your name. Shit! You just knew this Levi guy wasn’t going to forget that either.

You’d reach for some bowls and set them down at the table as you prepared to serve the dinner. The aroma was so nice. It was like absolutely nothing else in this world.

“You guys are really good with that ODM gear, huh?” You brought the pot over to the table using oven mitts. “What’s a girl gotta do to get some lessons?”

Furlan rose an eyebrow, “You wanna learn?”

“Could be fun.” You grinned.

“If it’s just for fun then you don’t need to learn.” The dark haired man took a seat at the table, his eyes practically burning a hole into you.

“I say fun, but really it’d be an escape.” You put the pot back and joined the two men at the table. “Let’s just say I never get out much because the door to my house is locked from the outside. You understand?”

Furlan was scratching his head on that one. “Not… really?”

“I get it, but I don’t know you, and I’m not gonna teach someone I don’t trust.” 

Damn, Levi was straight to the point, though the tension did ease as the men took their first bites of food. 

Furlan’s eyes widened. “This is incredible. You really grow your own vegetables down here?”

You offer a cryptic smile. “Anything is possible.”

They eat in silence for a while, savoring each bite. You watch them carefully, noting the way Furlan devours his meal with enthusiasm, while Levi eats with quiet precision. The contrast between them is striking, yet there’s an unspoken bond between the two that speaks to years of trust and shared hardship.

As the meal winds down, Furlan leans back with a contented sigh. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a meal that good.” 

“Really?” You smile, “Well allow me to extend my courtesy a bit further. I did say I would cook and clean.”

You’d collect the empty bowls from the men and place it into the sink. 

Levi watches you with a critical eye as if he is just waiting for you to miss a spot, and strangely, you don’t. Far be it for him to say someone's cleaning is on par with his… but maybe. 

You wipe down the table and wash the dishes. Sweep, mop, clean the baseboards, dust and wipe down all surfaces. It smells fresh in here.

As you are finishing the last bit of cleaning your fingers brush against a folded map on the desk. Curiosity piqued, you open it. It’s a plan for a heist- routes, schedules, and escape points marked in ink.

Your brows furrow. “This is just sloppy work.”

Furlan stands up from his seat. “Excuse me?”

You trace a route with your finger. “You’re planning a heist, yeah? You’re going to get caught here.”

Levi steps closer, peering over your shoulder. His gaze sharpens, and you can feel the weight of his scrutiny.

You continue, “The patrols overlap. But if you adjust your timing…” You grab a pen and make a quick correction, drawing a cleaner path. “You’ll avoid them entirely.”

“Who taught you that?” The shorter man asks with that deep scepticism in the back of his tone.

“No one.” You shrug lightly. “It’s just common sense.”

Furlan chuckles. “Common sense, huh? Well, you’ve got a sharp mind.”

Levi doesn’t laugh, but you catch a small glimpse of something. Approval maybe in his eyes?  He takes the map from you and studies your corrections silently.

“You’ve done this before?” He asks less skeptical and more curious.

“Not exactly, but I know how to plan.”

You turn to them both. “I could help you. Be your formulator. In exchange, you teach me how to use the ODM gear.”

Furlan grins. “Deal.”

Levi doesn’t look convinced. “We’ll see. After the plan goes through.”

You nod, slightly frustrated it’s not an instant yes. “That’s fair. I will be back here after the heist. If it’s a success, which it will be, then you teach me. If it goes left… then, fuck it, rob me.”

“We’re not gonna rob you.” Furlan laughs.

Levi on the other hand was not joking at all. His expression remained the same. A bit unsettling. Yeah, it seemed like robbing you wasn’t off the table. 

“See you in a couple days. Thanks for the hideout.” You say with a gratuitous smile.

It was time to resurface now. You had no idea what time it was as the concept of said thing seemed to fade down here. Was it still night? Was it morning? The walk back to your secret shack wasn’t too far. If you hurry, maybe you won’t get harassed this time!

Shop : 4:49am : Mitras

It’d been hours you spent in the underground, and now you were able to slip out unseen. The dark rooted town faded below you as you made your way back to the surface. Your tunnel remained undiscovered, and you emerged in your shop without a soul noticing. A sigh of relief.

Your hand grabbed onto the hanging latch that was used to shut the door behind you, and pushed it open. It was like a breath of fresh air, but you still had the stench of the underground laced all throughout your clothes.

The gown comes off as you head for the bath. The fabric carefully folded away. You wash the grime from your skin, each stroke of the cloth wiping away the memory of the underground. The tension in your shoulders slowly eases, but your mind keeps wandering back to the two men you left behind.

As you sit in the warm lavender scented bath, your thoughts linger on Levi and Furlan. Their world is so different from yours, yet you find yourself drawn to it. You learned nothing about your family, but you found something else. A spark of something you can’t quite name.

Perhaps the underground had a little more for you than unearthing the past. 

[isuckatwritingsobenice]

Hiii, how have you been doing?

Can I ask for headcanons or a scenario where Bruno falls in love with the lady who is a (new for him, considering the time he spent in the walls) baker in the Encanto? Thanks :)

A/N: I haven’t written for Encanto in idk how long, I’m not even sure I have actual published works on this account for this fandom, but regardless I’m happy to do this request! So sorry it took long, my inbox piled up like crazy so I’ve been sifting through request!! I hope you enjoy though!!

Warnings: None!! Fluff all around!

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Bruno Madrigal never expected to fall in love. After years spent hiding in the walls of Casita, isolating himself from the family he adored but felt he couldn’t be near, the concept of romance seemed as distant as a life without his visions. He was used to being alone. He convinced himself he was fine with it.

But all that changed the day he wandered into the Encanto’s market and caught the scent of freshly baked bread wafting from a quaint little bakery tucked into the corner of the plaza.

It started innocently enough. Bruno wasn’t particularly hungry, but the warm, yeasty aroma lured him in like a moth to a flame. The bakery was small but cozy, with shelves lined with loaves of bread, pastries, and cakes that glistened under the soft morning light. He hesitated at the door, fiddling nervously with his ruana, debating whether or not he should enter. He hadn’t been out and about in the Encanto for long—not since his family welcomed him back—but the thought of interacting with strangers still made him anxious.

That’s when he saw you.

You were behind the counter, your hands dusted with flour as you carefully kneaded dough. A few loose strands of hair framed your face, and there was a lightness to your expression, a quiet contentment as you worked. Bruno froze, captivated. It wasn’t just the delicate way you moved or the warmth in your smile; it was the way you seemed so at peace, so effortlessly yourself. He hadn’t felt that kind of ease in years.

“Can I help you?” you asked, your voice pulling him out of his daze.

Bruno startled, fumbling for words. “Oh! Uh, no, I mean, yes, I—bread!” he blurted, his face heating up. “I was just…bread. Smells nice. Smells great, actually.” He winced at his own awkwardness, wishing the ground would swallow him whole.

You tilted your head, amused by his nervous rambling. “Well, you’re in the right place for bread. What kind would you like?”

Bruno stared at the display, overwhelmed by the options and by the fact that you were waiting patiently for him to speak. “Uh…whatever you recommend?” he offered weakly.

You smiled, pulling out a warm, golden loaf and wrapping it up for him. “This one’s my favorite. It’s simple but comforting.

As you handed him the bread, your fingers brushed briefly against his, and Bruno felt his heart stutter. He muttered a hasty thank-you and all but fled the bakery, his face burning with embarrassment.

But he came back the next day.

At first, he told himself it was just for the bread. It wasn’t a lie; your baking was incredible. But as the days turned into weeks, Bruno realized it wasn’t the bread that kept drawing him back. It was you.

He started lingering a little longer each time he visited, finding excuses to stay and chat. At first, the conversations were stilted, his nerves getting the better of him, but you were patient. You asked him about himself—where he lived, what he did—and while he avoided talking about his visions, he found himself opening up to you in small ways. He told you about his family, about his love for storytelling, and about the rats who had been his only company for years.

You listened intently, never judging, always encouraging him to share more. And slowly, Bruno began to relax.

One morning, as he was leaning against the counter, watching you decorate a tray of pastries, you turned to him with a mischievous smile. “You know, Bruno, you’ve been coming here for weeks, but you’ve never once told me why.”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Why?”

“Yeah,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Is it the bread? The pastries? Or is there another reason?”

Bruno’s mouth went dry. He could feel his face heating up, and he quickly looked away, pretending to examine a tray of cookies. “Uh, well, you know, the bread’s good, and, uh…” He trailed off, his heart racing.

You laughed softly, and the sound sent a shiver down his spine. “Relax, I’m just teasing. But I am glad you keep coming back. It’s nice having someone to talk to while I work.”

Bruno glanced at you, his heart aching at the sincerity in your voice. He wanted to tell you the truth—that he looked forward to seeing you every day, that your smile made his world feel brighter, that he hadn’t felt this alive in years. But the words stuck in his throat.

Instead, he smiled shyly and said, “Yeah. Me too.”

Over time, your bond deepened. Bruno started helping you in the bakery, sweeping the floors, organizing the shelves, and even attempting to knead dough under your patient guidance. He wasn’t particularly skilled, but he tried his best, and you never once made him feel inadequate.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the plaza emptied out, you and Bruno sat outside the bakery, sharing a loaf of bread and watching the sky turn shades of pink and orange.

“Thank you,” he said suddenly, his voice quiet.

You turned to him, surprised. “For what?”

“For…everything,” he said, fiddling with a loose thread on his ruana. “For being kind to me. For making me feel…welcome.”

Your expression softened, and you reached out to place a hand on his. “You don’t have to thank me, Bruno. You deserve kindness. You deserve to feel at home.”

Bruno’s breath caught in his throat. For a moment, he forgot how to speak, how to think. All he could do was look at you, his heart full to bursting with emotions he couldn’t put into words.

And then, before he could stop himself, he whispered, “You make me feel like I belong.”

Your eyes widened, and for a moment, Bruno thought he had said too much. But then you smiled—a warm, radiant smile that made his chest ache—and squeezed his hand gently.

“You belong here, Bruno. Always.”

It was in that moment that Bruno realized he was in love with you.

The days that followed were some of the happiest of his life. He found himself dreaming of ways to make you smile, of things he could say or do to show you how much you meant to him. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find the courage to tell you how he felt.

It wasn’t until a particularly quiet evening, when the two of you were closing up the bakery, that Bruno finally found his moment.

As you wiped down the counter, Bruno hesitated, his hands fidgeting nervously. “Hey, uh…can I tell you something?”

You looked up, your expression curious. “Of course.”

He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “I, uh…I’ve never been very good at…saying how I feel. But you…you make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time. Good things. Scary things. Things I didn’t think I’d ever feel again.”

Your eyes softened, and you set down the cloth, giving him your full attention.

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an idiot, but…I think I’m in love with you,” Bruno admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And I don’t expect you to feel the same way, but I just…I needed you to know.”

For a moment, the world seemed to stand still. Bruno’s heart sank as he braced himself for rejection, for awkwardness, for anything but what happened next.

You stepped closer, reaching out to cup his face in your flour-dusted hands. “Bruno,” you said softly, your voice trembling with emotion. “I’ve been waiting for you to say that.”

Before he could respond, you leaned in and kissed him, your lips warm and gentle against his. Bruno froze, his mind reeling, but then he melted into the kiss, his arms wrapping around you as if you were the only thing grounding him to the earth.

When you pulled away, your foreheads resting against each other, Bruno couldn’t stop the tears that welled up in his eyes. “I didn’t think…I didn’t think someone like you could love someone like me.”

You smiled, brushing a tear from his cheek. “Then I guess it’s my job to prove you wrong.”

And for the first time in years, Bruno allowed himself to believe that he could be loved, that he could be happy. And it was all because of you.

[potatowithahat]

A New Friend

A Cringefail Farmer story

For @clarisinne !!! I hope it's ok!

I saw everyone drawing Cf and their Stardew Oc's and I can't draw all too well so here it is in fic form instead.

“Listen girl, I can't just explain it” her sister calls from the kitchen. “All I know is the wizard  gave me that forest drug and i help out the little guys now”

“That’s actually mental, you realize that?” Clarice calls as she looks out the window at the greenhouse that was built supposedly overnight

“Just… Ugh. Just go to the wizard guy. I don't know how else to explain it. That wizard guy can tell you” Mars shakes her head. “Now me and Haley still have a date so…” she gently shoves Clarice towards the door.

“Year yeah” Clarice mumbles something about lesbians to herself and walks off towards the path “Harveys not off tell three… Might as well go see this wizard dude anyway.”

She lets out a long sigh as she drags herself further down the road.

“Where you goin?” Shane calls, standing against the fence in front of marines house as she passes

“Better question is why you're outside at eight and not sleeping in on your day off?” she smiles as she approaches him.

“Marnie promised pepper poppers if i helped her with the cows” her friend wipes at the sweat on his brow with the sleeve of his jacket

“You wouldn’t be so hot if you weren't wearing that thing, you know” Clarice comments as she flicks at his sleeve

“Shut up” Shane grumbles as he looks back over at the cows “The hell are you going anyway? Out to cindersap?”

“Yeah” Clarice nods “Out to see The Wizard. Got some magic soup or something” she nods and walks on “If i’m not back in an hour call my sister and tell her i want harvey to give the eulogy at my funeral”

“Pff” Shane chuckles “Sure crazy lady” he turns back to the cows and hops the fence to continue his work

“This is it then” Clarice looks up at the tall, imposing structure in front of her.

The wizards tower was probably three floors high from the looks of it, the tall gray structure looming ominously above cindersap like a dark obelisk. The area around it was abuzz with power, and multiple larger than normal plants grew in a small garden beside it, seemingly untouched by any wildlife.

“Well this isn't imposing at all” she mutters to herself, sheepishly making her way up to the door to knock

“One second!” a voice calls out, sounding much more… effeminate than she was expecting

After a minute or two of waiting the door swings open and a boy no older then two with reddish purple hair bursts out of the tower and right into her legs 

“Oof” Clarice stumbles backwards at the impact 

“HI!” the boy calls up excitedly, “Do you want to be my friend?”

“Atticus you can't just” A tired looking man with curly red hair tied up in a top bun scoops the boy up and sighs “I'm so sorry Miss…”

“Ahh” Clarice startles a bit “Sorry. Just Clariece is fine” 

“yeah , i'm so sorry..” he looks up and startles a bit “My god” he reaches out for her braid

“Uhhh” She steps back nervously and looks down at her hair “Is something wrong with my hair…?”

“Oh, No. no, no no no no. sorry. You're just. well “ he bites his tongue “it's like looking at myself pre transition” The man shakes his head “Sorry, sorry. I’m”

“Rasmodius, right?” Clarice asks hopefully, wanting to get out of this situation as quickly as possible

“Yes. but probably not the one you’re looking for” The man gestures her inside “You here t osee the wizard?” 

Clarice nods nervously as she steps inside the house, her breath being taken away as she looks around the space.

The walls are covered  with arcane symbols and glowing glyphs, the seemingly only light source in the room, despite it being deceptively bright. The walls are lined with books, all well worn and old, though there doesn't seem to be a speck of dust anywhere. There's a large desk off to one side, a glowing green cauldron in front of it, some sort of spellbook sitting on the ground near it.

To the left there's what seems to be a small living room with a child's play area, with pop up books and all sorts of little wooden toys. A baby, no older than maybe six months sits by the couch chewing on a block

“Papa! Aaa!” The baby giggles and reaches for the man

“Go play with your sister” the man whispers to Atticus, setting him down and gently nudging him towards the toys

“Sorry about the mess” the man chuckles and kicks a toy firetruck out of the walkway” Kids, you know”

He rubs his neck

“OH!” I never said my name. Sorry, i’m Rory” He smiles and holds his hand out for her “Im Magnus’ husband”

 Clarice lets out a sigh “Oh! Oh, ok. I get it, yeah” She nods “I didn’t know he was married”

Rory nods “Right, yeah. Most people don’t. We tend to keep to ourselves up here” he claps “Well my Husbands gone for a week at some magic conference of some or another” he rolls his hand ‘But if there's anything I could help you with”

Clarice shifts her weight “not really. I'm not entirely sure why I'm here in the first place. My sister just told me to come”

Rory shrugs “Yeah. not really a lot i can do if i don't know why you're here” he looks around for a second “Tell you what, i have a kettle on. How about we sit and have a chat so that your visit isn't a total waste of time?”

Clarice looks at her watch. She still had a good few hours until Harvey was off “Sure” she nods

“Great” Rory claps and heads towards the kitchen “I never get anyone to talk to up here”

“Im sure” Clarice nods and Follows him into the small kitchen “I just.. Would it be rude to ask a question?”

“No, no not at all!” Rory smiles as he pours two cups of tea “Earl gray or chamomile?”

“Oh, Chamomile please” she nods and sits down at the small island “You and the W… Magnus. How did that happen?”

Rory pulls out two tea packets and plops them in the mugs “Oh, well I was a farmer too. Had a small place a little farther away from here. I took a walk down here one day, saw him tending his garden and went up to tell him he was pulling his carrots wrong” He chuckles “We hit it off from there”

“Ahh.”  Clarice nods, thinking for a second “How'd you know I'm a farmer?”

Rory gets a sheepish look “Oh. sorry. I uh… I can read people. You aren’t married t oa wizard for for years without picking up a few tricks” he carefully hands her her mug

“Oh. thats cool i guess’ Clarice blushes and takes a sip of her drink

Rory just stares at her for a good few minutes

“You’ve got someone on your mind, don't you?” he asks as he tilts his head to the side

Her blush deepens

“Oh you do!” Rory claps happily “Who is it? Don't tell me.. .Shane? Sebastian? Oh… or maybe a girl… Abigail?”

“Harvey” Clarice mumbles as she takes a long sip from the tea, trying to hide her blush

“Pickle man?” Rory smiles “He seems to be a bit bland you know, but he can hold up a conversation! And those hands! God those hands.” He leans forward on his hand

“Exactly!” Clarice says, covering her mouth to try and stop it from slipping out 

Rory smirks “I've got the feeling you and I are gonna be good friends”

Thats all for now folks!

I had a lot of fun with this! It was actually super refreshing to sit down and write for once.

As always my requests are always open so if you have any fic ideas just slide one over!!!

I hope you enjoyed!!!

If you liked what you read you can find more of my work here on tumblr or on my Ao3

[babygirl-riley]

Baroness

141 has a hunch about Makarov and where he could be hiding. Informant stated that the information would be at a event Little did Simon know it would be a woman from his past.

“Well, they’d be like…Shit is crazy right….I ain’t your baby no more.”

Warnings: mentions of smut, violence, break ups, swearing, blood, flirting

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PT. II

Ghost wouldn’t have predicted on what happened next. Laswell mentioned there was a lady that went by Baroness, that was close to Makarov. They had been searching for him since she showed the picture of him. However, Laswell had found a lead to this Baroness.

She was high up in Russia every year she would hold a masquerade party and that is the only time anyone would see her. No one knew who she was besides three of her close guards, even Valeria didn’t know herself when Alejandro interrogated her. Which brought more attention to this Baroness, Laswell sent out a spy to see if they could see when her next appearance would be.

Her spy did get close enough to know where she would be at. That’s also when he disappeared just to be found in suit cases with an invitation attached. Baroness knew that they were drawing close, so she invited him. Did she know who they were? Or did she just taking that chance?

Price agreed on the assignment for everyone to go. This is a lead that couldn’t be dropped. They will go and know that she knows who they are. Or surprise her that she was cornered.

“Bravo 0-6 what is your status?” Laswell asked over comms.

Everyone was spread out of the party, people dressed in beautiful dresses and suits. Different masks. Champagne or whiskey in their hands. Most of them speaking Russian. Some were from different countries around the world. “On the East balcony. Bravo 0-7.”

Ghost took a sip of the whiskey in his hand looking around. “By the bar. There is a lot of influence here .”

“I agree I didn’t expect one of the one of the politicians from Europe to be here.” Gaz mentioned.

“Like I said before she has a lot of power. Which is why we need to know if she is working for Makarov.” Laswell briefly explained.

“Let’s hope that she isn’t.” Price added as he then explained to make sure to not get in civilian way. This isn’t a war zone.

People laughed and talked about everything that they have been doing. What fundraisers they were in charge of. It didn’t take long until someone announced you coming out for the party. “Eyes on the lass.” Soap said having Ghost look over.

Bloody fucking hell. Baroness was beautiful, her hair was down curled, her mask was black and sparkly, gloved hands that went half was up your arm, red lipstick, green dress that a slit went up to your mid thigh, and heels. People clapped and barely touched you as you walked by.

What else did he expect? Usually women that are higher up is gorgeous or very brutal and or both. Women in power can be dangerous if they are there for something malicious.

“She is gorgeous cap.” Gaz mumbled.

“Stay focused boys.” Laswell said having amusement.

There was a certain part Ghost kept looking at. It was zoning right to it. It was particular spot that he couldn’t put his finger one he seen it. The small scar on her chin. It started to bug him trying to think why that scar was having him, deep down knowing where he has seen it before. It hit him once her eyes looked at his. The smile cross her face. He knew that from anywhere, especially the feeling he got when you did. “Bloody hell.” Ghost whispered.

Memories formed around his mind. Meeting her the first time until the last night together. All the tears and laughter that was caused during that time. Ghost thought you were dead from how things started to line up.

She excused herself as she walked her way towards him. “Ghost she is heading towards you.” Soap mentioned, no shit Sargent. He thought.

“Well well didn’t think it was reaping time love.” His heart raced from hearing your voice. You. You were here. You are the Baroness. It’s been years since you two have seen each other.

“What are you doing here?” He didn’t have time for games. At the same time he wanted to rip that dress off of you and see those beautiful…

“What a shame, thought you were coming here to throw me around.” You said licking your lips subtly.

Fuuuck you knew that drove him crazy when you played with your lips. He remembered fucking you silly once you bit your lower lip. Fucking your mouth with his cock. “No I am not here for that.” He mumbled looking up towards Soap who watched amusingly. He wanted to throw the glass at Soap, of course he would have a kick out of it. Cause when did his lieutenant ever get flirted with like this. In the open.

You smirked placing your hand against his chest before going down to his abdomen. Sending sparks down his spine. Feeling like his skin was burning. Ghost wanted her fingertips on his skin and not his shirt. “Like I said what a shame. What are you here for then Simon?”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Your name? You let me scream that at…”

“Enough.” He said looking down at you.

God how much he missed those beautiful eyes. With the glint in your eyes, the glint that you would get when you were ready to a long night, your eyes just drowned him into you. He missed you, god he didn’t even realize how much he missed you but he had to stay focused. He need to thin about the mission. Not about how his heart bested faster and harder, making him less focus He doesn’t know if you’re friend or foe. If he had to slice your throat or press his lips on your throat. Could he even do it? Kill you if your the enemy. God he can’t stop thinking about those lips.

You wanted to kiss him, you wanted to hold him. The last time you both saw each other, he pinned you against the wall fucking your hole before you spilt up. You moved to Russia due to not being able to look around without seeing him. You didn’t know what he wanted, him appearing out of the blue was odd to you. Especially with him not wanting anything to do with you. No flirting.

You now had to see what he wanted, what he needed. “It is interesting that you come here all handsome and mysterious for not even wanting me. Interesting.”

Ghost rolled his eyes. “It’s not the time.”

“Oh baby it’s always time.”

“Fine not in the mood.”

“Not in the mood, I know how to get you in the mood.”

“Damn Ghost you know this woman?” Gaz teased, he will kill him later.

“Keep her talking, I am going to get in her office.” Laswell requested.

“You sure Kate?” Price asked.

“Yeah I…”

“Imagining me naked?” You asked, he didn’t notice that he paused talking. Or didn’t reply.

“No why would I?” He said sipping his whiskey.

“Aw so you didn’t miss me?” You said teasing.

God he did, your laugh, that fucking smile. How he missed taking those stupid baths with you. Holding you. Kissing you. “I do.”

You scoffed. “That’s not what it seems like Si.”

That stung. He didn’t have a choice, he was recruited for the 141 and he knew it was…high maintenance. Instead of informing that for her, he broke it off. After 3 years it just seemed right. Simon did go back to talk to her but she disappeared, never again seen again. Your parents didn’t even know where you went.

“That’s not fair.” He said shaking his head.

“Life isn’t fair Simon. Leaving your girlfriend of 3 years isn’t fair. Not even letting her know isn’t fair. Fairness isn’t in the game of life Si.” You explained rolling your eyes.

Ghost couldn’t say anything besides just looking at you. You waited for him to respond say anything. Are you friend or foe? Did you have to cut his throat? Shoot him a couple of times? Draw blood? Fuck say something Simon. Is all you could say in your mind. Thinking of good and bad things to do to him. Could you even do that? You don’t know if you could trust him with everything that is going on. The shit you put yourself through. You noticed one of your guards signing to you, you frowned before sighing.

You then smirked walking around him. “You didn’t answer my question,” He turned as you grabbed a champagne glass. He watched the bubbles rising up. “What are you doing here?”

Ghost glared down at you. What should he say? He already said he wasn’t here for you. He can’t say sorry for his actions. That would compromise everything. You smirked letting out a chuckle. “Simon, Ghost, Bravo 0-7. What else does your team call you?”

You knew what you called him as he pinned you to your bed. Whispering to each other full of love and affection. Or the laughter he would pull from you adding his name to the sentences. Why was life so unfair?

He froze looking up and around. The guards were close to everyone on the team. Everyone noticed but didn’t do anything. He snapped his head down to you. “I wouldn’t cause a scene, not at this party,” You sighed walking towards him, he watched your hips sway, you heels clicking. “Don’t worry Si,” She walked up to whisper in his ear. “Something’s we can do alone,” You bit his ear, he couldn’t move, he couldn’t with you. “Somethings.”

[numberonecodwomenfan]

im going crazy thinking about my idea for a cod women roller derby au

i play roller derby and i literally just finished practice so its fresh in my brain rn

also theyre all on the same team because i want them to be besties ok

laswell is the captain of the glam grenades (yes i know the name is corny, derby team names usually are lmaoo), and her wife coaches the corresponding junior team. laswell’s derby name is watcher, and her number is 01. she usually plays as a blocker, but she’ll pivot sometimes.

farah is almost solely a jammer. her derby name is farah scare-‘em (which again, i know its corny but all derby names are 😭). she’s a speed DEMON, and she’s insane at jumps. if she’s jamming against you, you’re barely even gonna land a hit on her. she’s jumping around on her toe stops and squeezing around blockers like she’s dancing. alex goes to all of the team’s practices and bouts, and he’s practically drooling the whole time like “holy shit thats my badass girlfriend”

valeria is usually a pivot. her name is slammin’ scorpion (referencing that one line where alejandro calls her a scorpion 🤭), and when i say slammin, i mean it. shes one of those blockers that gets penalties constantly. she is VICIOUS. she send jammers flying when she hits them. she has a lot of pent up anger, ok? god forbid a woman has hobbies.

roze is a blocker for sure. she’s sturdy as hell and it takes a lot to take her down. her derby name is ragin’ roze and shes a bad bitchhhh!!! i like to think shes pretty tall, so sneaking around her is a no go with those long legs. she also seems like the type to manhandle her teammates a lot. like if the jammer is moving to the opposite side, shes yelling “out!” and just yanking the other blockers over.

callisto is a blocker too. she prefers to play as a point because she’s a control freak, and while she trusts her teammates, she prefers to be able to see the jammer. this is a really stupid joke but i think it would be funny if her derby name was lady liberty because she’s from france and moved to the US lmaoo

i feel like stiletto’s derby name would just be stiletto. its cool enough on its own lmao. she also gives blocker to me, and i feel like shes the type to get penalties a lot and then get insubordination penalties for giving the refs sass.

nova feels like a jack of all trades to me. i think her derby name would be nova, and i feel like she would be one of those players that just throws caution to the wind and charges in with no hesitation.

kleo is greek and i also imagine her to be pretty tall, so i think her derby name would be something like amazon lol. i feel like shed be a pretty aggressive blocker. she is NOT letting that jammer past, so much so that she sometimes gets stop block penalties.

uhh yeah thats all the brainrot i have lmao. i might draw them 😏😏

[sleaze4sleaze]

So. The rundown, and an explanation on why I kinda look not great in the photos lol

Long ass post warning

So, we get to the con, we're getting our barrings, wondering where the actor guests are and end up happening upon them in the back l've been vaguely nauseous all day. I see him and try so desperately not to dig my nails into my mom's hand after catching a glimpse of him. Nerves, excitement, little bit of awe because beautiful man hahah

Anyway, maybe three people in line counting us, we wait a second it gets to us and he's like "hey, l'm sorry I gotta do photo ops in like ten minutes I don’t want to rush you guys. But it’ll be like ten fifteen minutes and you guys can come back?” and mom and I are like no worries! He’s so courteous about it and it actually really eased my nerves a little

We walk around! We go back, he’s there and there’s one person there so I’m like okay! Great! I’m not the first one walkin’ up! So we wait a second I’m trying to get my shit together so I can speak coherently and somewhat confidently and not end up quiet like usual, it’s awful sometimes. Anyway! I do great! Normal human I don’t sound weird or however like an alien I feel (I cannot express how much I am not built to do shit like this). I gave him the drawing first thing and through it all was a blur but mom said he called it brilliant twice <3 I don’t doubt my skills but it is still, vulnerable. This one was never intended to be seen by him nor literally gifted to him, I poured a lot of reverence into it I probably wouldn’t have otherwise if I did it with the knowledge that he WOULD see it (difference between, ‘I want this to look nice because he’s going to see it’ and ‘I’m drawing beautiful man for myself :]’)

It’s photo time, I hand mom my bag and the lady at the table (most if not all the actor’s tables had a convention employee with them) took like ten photos. I initially tried to keep a respectful distance because like, I don’t know, I’m not gonna go in for a full side hug or whatever but immediately I get squeezed right into him. Good god. Not to be weird or crazy or whatever whatever but I will never forget how that felt. Or he feels. Or any of that. Yes he is as boney and solid as I imagined <3 but just that like ‘you’re real, and sweet’ is what’s getting me. and. Well, mom said it first but it is true with how firm of a squeeze I got, my future boyfriend has a touch to live up to 😤 (I do wish I was mostly joking, but I’m mostly serious). Truly, I scrunched up in surprise and it took a minute to even fully comprehend the fact I’ve been fully tucked into his shoulder. Gonna feel that hand on my arm forever! Not a bad squeeze! The perfect squeeze, to me .

He is genuinely so so lovely and I’m so glad I actually did this. And shoutout to my mom for being the reason I’m here. And for confirming afterwards to me that I did, in fact, not come off as nervous and excited as I actually was and that I handled it well (I was still clearly very happy to be here, obviously, just, chill about it) (I do not think I will handle any situation well ever)

I’m not proofreading any of this tonight I want to go finish typing up my. Journal. Before I pass out. But. I’m happy! I still have two more days, and I’m chill, excited to continue to have a great time with my mom and enjoy my first weekend away from the grandparents in. Two months

Art I gave him……. I do love this one a lot. And!! In lieu of a ‘proper’ autograph (that was an accident but I truly don’t care) the 31 quote I am going to get tattooed on my arm as soon as I can <3 another reason I kinda had to gift him some art of mine… something of ‘me’ to give to him in return of something of his (handwriting) that will end up on me

I’ll cry about this at some point. I wanted to earlier but I was still at the con and I am such an ugly crier it’s awful. Honestly still surprised how emotional this all made me

[fandomfics]

Deserted Island

Pairing: Valkyrie x fem reader

Description: You are stranded on an island with Valkyrie. Things get spicy.

Masterlist

⚠️Warnings⚠️

18+ MDNI

mutual pining, porn with very little plot, fluff, oral, fingering, face riding/sitting, breast play,

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A few days by boat to check out a new location for the settlement, that's all this was supposed to be. When the boat broke down and you drifted to a small deserted Island, you knew you were going to have to push all those fuzzy feelings you have for your friend deep down. It's easier to deal with day to day when you can get away from her and calm your mind, distract yourself with other things.

Here your only thoughts are survival and her.

The two of you set up a cozy shelter just off the beach behind the tree line, a fire pit and SOS on the beach, found a source of fresh water, and had plenty of food for a few weeks thanks to the emergency rations that always stocked the boat. Now there wasn't as much busywork, you have nothing but time.

"Hey, come to the waterfall with me?" She asks so sweetly it's hard to deny. Her beautiful caramel skin, long braids cascading over her shoulders, soft full lips...everything about her draws you in.

"Of course." You smile

. . .

"I know I should be more terrified that we're lost on an island, who knows where, but it's kind of nice. A little vacation." You say as you slowly walk into the cool water at the base of the waterfall.

"I'm happy to be stuck with you. I've been meaning to ask you something." She follows you into the water and moves close to you.

"Yeah?" Your heart hammers in your chest.

"I have this friend, I really like her. I just have had a hard time telling her that I want more than just a friendship. You're my best friend, what do you think I should do? What if she don't like me like that?"

It stings to hear her talk about someone like that, but you're determined not to let your personal feelings affect your friendship, "Well, first of all, she'd be crazy not to like you too. Second start with why you like her. Tell me."

"She's...kind, generous, funny. When she talks about her favorite things she smiles so wide she gets this cute little dimple and a sparkle in her eyes. She's perfect." She looks down at the water and smiles. "I love her."

"Tell her that." You say trying your best to keep a smile on your own face.

"I just did." She whispers looking up into your eyes. It takes you a moment to register what she said. Your eyes go wide and your mouth hangs open, struggling to speak.

"Please say something." She pleads, her eyes gloss over, a hint of regret starting to form.

"I-I love you too." She wades over to you and wraps her arms around you, squeezing you tightly. You return the hug and stay like that for a long time, enjoying her closeness. When you finally pull back a bit you cup her face in one hand, running your thumb over her cheek gently.

"You're so beautiful." You look deep into her eyes, "I've wanted to kiss you since the very first time I laid eyes on you."

"Then do it." She smirks.

You immediately lean in, wasting no time. Her lips are just as soft as you imagined, the feel of them against your own is intoxicating. She deepens the kiss her arms wrapping around your waist as you lean into her even more.

"I've loved you for so long. I wish I had told you sooner, but I thought didn't feel the same." She says after breaking the kiss. "I belong to you, completely. I always have. Will you be mine, my lady?"

"Yes," you plant another quick kiss to her lips, "yes." You stand there in the water smiling like fools at each other, not saying a word, just enjoying the moment.

. . .

You watch the sun set, hand in hand, from the beach before returning to your shelter for the night. You lay with your back pressed against her, he arm draped over you tracing small circles on your stomach. She nuzzles her face into your neck, lips press against the sensitive skin there and your breath hitches before you let out a soft sigh. You turn to face her as she continues, working from your neck, along your jaw, your lips and back down the other side.

"I want you," she whispers in your ear breathily, "but I need to hear your say it. Tell me what you want darling."

"I want all of you, I want to worship your body, I want to touch you. I want you to touch me, I want you to show me how much you love me."

You meet for another passionate kiss, your hands traveling one anothers bodies, removing every item standing between yourselves and pleasure.

Her hands move down to your bare ass and squeeze, leaving you moaning into the kiss and pressing hard into her, willing yourself to melt together. One hand rests on her neck and the other makes it's way down to her breast, your fingers knead the flesh lightly before twisting at the nipple. She hums sending soft vibrations thrumming through you, leaving you aching for more.

She pushes you onto your back and snakes her hand down your body lightly until feel her fingers on your clit. They skillfully work you until your shaking involuntarily, moans bubbling up in your throat and seeping into her kiss.

You break away and your head tilts back allowing her to latch onto your throat again. She nips and sucks at your skin leaving a trail of marks in her wake.

"Fuck," you pant screwing your eyes shut, "it feels so god damn good." The loss of contact is sudden and your eyes shoot back open. She is on her hands and knees crawling down and pushing your legs apart so she can settle there, face in front of your dripping cunt.

"The first time I make you cum will be on my tongue, you going to be a good girl for me?" She asks, eyes full of lust.

"Yes." You nod your head vigorously.

She dives in, pulling your legs over her shoulders, allowing her to be as close as she can to your core. The tip of her tongue ghosts over your clit, causing your legs to twitch at the stimulation, her dexterous fingers travel up your inner thigh and rake through your slick before plunging into your heat.

Your hips buck up at the welcome intrusion, her thrusts are slow at first, gently building speed as her fingers curl along your sweet spot. The building pressure of your orgasm threatens to break, "I'm gonna cum!"

She continues her pace until your face denotes the silent scream of your release, your walls pulse around her fingers and coat them in your sweetness. She helps you ride it out until you still beneath her and she withdrawals. You see the strings of your cum and slick between her fingers as she separates them, licking each one clean separately.

"Sit on my face, please." You desperately want to taste her too, you want her to use you, take as much pleasure from you as she gave. She silently agrees and straddles your face, her slick covers her slit and thighs, showing you just how much she enjoyed her meal.

She hovers above you, she looks heavenly from this angle, every angle really, but this is new. You wrap your hands around her thighs and pull her down on your face fully as she lets out a yelp of surprise. It quickly turns to a moan as your tongue finds its target on her clit. You suck and nibble lightly and her hips grind down on you forcong a gutteral moan to rip from your throat and directly vibrate against the sensitive bundle of nerves.

She rocks her hips against your face taking the hint, her fingers burying themselves in your hair and gripping at the roots as soft moans fall from her open mouth. Your lost in the taste of her, the feeling of her on top of you. You don't know how long you're there before she screams out, "s-so close!"

You keep working her until you feel her shiver on top of you, releasing a steady stream of her cum on your chin. She tries to move off of you but you hold her down. You dip lower to lick her clean and allow one hand to snake further over her thigh and rest your fingers over her clit before furiously swiping it repeatedly. She squirms at the over stimulation but you keep her there until she cums again, absolutely soaking your face as the warm liquid spurts out.

She falls to your side and you both pant until you've caught your breath. "Fuck, that was incredible." You say as you pull her against you. She hums with a smile before drifting off, and you follow quickly behind.

[lxdymoon0357]

Kosair dating Navier‘s best friend Headcanons?

😇

(HEYYYYY!!! Empress of theme, I'm at your service!!)

Kosair Lilder Trovi X Navier's Best-friend! Reader HCs

⇝ You’re Navier’s friend since childhood, you were in a few of her classes, but you never really met Kosair, you heard about him a lot through Navier, Sovieshu, Navier’s parents and your parents, but never met him…And so as you grew up, you either became a lady-in-waiting for Navier or her playmate…

⇝ You would help Navier around everything and were her wingman between her and Heinrey, you liked her together with him, while you also kinda fangirled around Sovieshu and Rashta, at how sweet the two liked each-other though it was kinda toxic, you met Kosair through that incident….

⇝ You slowly fell in love with Kosair and BOOM! Relationship. Okay so everyone in the palace consider you and him a married couple since the beginning, so nobody really cared at how close you were, but they were SHOCKED that you both had only started dating and are not married since you both became of age..

⇝ OKAY, LET’S BE HONEST!!! Navier is definitely your biggest shipper, wingman and fangirl! She’ll have a few people draw you both or she just makes fanfics in her minds on you both, don’t ruin this for her! Laura, Rashta and Countess Eliza are the next biggest shippers in that line, Rashta won’t ever admit it though…She’s happy you keep Kosair away from her and her baby…

⇝ Kosair would always go to Navier for dating advice, I mean you both have been friends for like always and he knows that and he will use it to his advantage, getting everything out of Navier, your favourite colour, your favorite food, your favorite hairstyle, your future, your future number of children….

⇝ Navier is always the one to set you both up, help you when you both have fights, tell you which gift to get for the other, when there is an anniversary or a special event for your relationship and set gifts if either of your forget something for it!!! She has saved you and Kosair from fighting over this topic so MANY times!!!

⇝ Also, DOUBLE DATES!!!! You and Kosair with Navier and Rashta/ Sovieshu/ Heinrey, you four will have so much together, it’s crazy!! You will go eat, play card games and then bicker on whose cheating, put make-up on your significant others, especially on Kosair!! You then eat a lot of sugar and have a sugar rush, then you will read books together, and if it was set in the human world, HARRY POTTR MARATHONS!!! Or any of your favourite movie series marathon, depends! :] No horror tho…Kosair and Navier get scared easily at those…

⇝ Oh, speaking of modern world AU, how about you and him going to cat cafes??? Him being surrounded by cats and you both having tons of fun and maybe in the near future you both end up adopting a few cats from that particular cat cafes, who knows?? Domestic life goes brrr~~

⇝ OH, Navier is the one who sees both yours and Kosair’s ugly crying faces when you both get into an argument and fights and then you both will blame each other cause you both are stubborn as shit and then she will try to calm you both down and in the and you both end up blaming your argument on Rashta, Sovieshu and Heinrey…

⇝ Okay, but real talk, you and Kosair are Navier BIGGEST PROTECTORS AND BODYGAURDS AND SHIPPERS, You both ship her with Heinrey but you’re kinda worried for her sometimes, because she doesn’t really have a lot of experience with men in the world where she’s not a empress…Also you found Heinrey to be kinda creepy…

⇝ You support her through everything though, also you try to find common ground for her and Rashta cause it’s normal for people to have mistresses, and that’s what Sovieshu did, he had a marriage of convenience and a marriage of love, he allowed Navier to do the same with anyone except Heinrey and yet she doesn’t listen a lot of times…It’s fine you’ll try your best to help the Trovi kids, they’re both chaotic…

[atopvisenyashill]

do u remember the characters who were complimented the most by their beauty in the books?

off the top of my head (and keeping in mind i’m still on asos and haven’t reread feastdance at least since the show ended so like 3-4 years) characters who get complimented most often for beauty are -

cersei

sansa

dany

margaery

jaime (not joking, he doesn’t get called handsome, he gets called beautiful. think more brad pitt and less george clooney)

joffrey (similar to jaime, altho tbf most of the comments on his beauty come from sansa)

loras

characters who are less complimented mostly due to them not being in every book but still notable beauties include-

arianne

catelyn & lysa - i’m like 80% sure people comment on lysa being beautiful when she’s younger & less so now, but don’t quote me there. i know people comment on cat being hot af when she’s younger, and multiple people remark on her hair so she clearly still Has It, she’s just not in a position where men are throwing themselves at her feet in the series given, ya kno, the war

melisandre

roslin frey

margaery’s lady’s court - her girls, taena, and alerie are all described at some point or another as being beautiful

taena of myr - wanted to mention her specifically, people tend to think of her as striking

val the wildling

ygritte the wildling - notable that this is incredibly conditional bc jon only starts referring to her as beautiful after they start sleeping together BUT the wildlings consider her beautiful bc of her hair

rohanne webber

characters noted to be beautiful by people who are clearly fishing for a compliment to pay her (aka, She Is Beautiful To Me, I Understand Her)-

jeyne westerling - i want to add her bc you have cat, robb, and jaime all acknowledge she’s “pretty enough” but are won over by her after talking to her, which probably speaks more to how she carries herself than her actual looks. but as a westerling stan, it’s notable To Me haha

brienne - i need to include this bc the “she could almost be a lady she could almost be a knight” is one of my favorite lines in the series, it makes me crazy and i think any post about beauty that doesn’t include brienne isn’t complete. that brienne gets the “brienne the beauty” moniker bc she’s ugly even as jaime keeps thinking about how she’s beautiful in some way or another is, imo, notable in how george sees & defines beauty (very much in the eye of the beholder, and that love can make you search for beauty in someone who is objectively not beautiful according to The Societal Standards)

arya - ned compares her to lyanna (and obviously ned isn’t gonna tell his daughter “you’re an uggo my sister was hot as fuck tho”) & gendry & edric both get a lil flustered over her

ellaria sand - noted that she’s not strictly beautiful but “something draws the eye” which seems like jeyne it’s about how she carries herself than her actual looks

jeyne poole - i mean. lots of comments about how she’s pretty ish and they’re clearly meant cruelly, almost as a way of tormenting her (no fancy last name, no wolf’s blood, not even pretty enough to get someone to rescue her)

pre-asoiaf mentioned in the main series for their beauty include-

lyanna stark

ashara dayne

missy blackwood

barba bracken

rhaegar targaryen

and pre-asoiaf characters noted to be beautiful in twoiaf or f&b-

rhaenys targaryen (the conqueror)

nymeria of ny sar

rhaena the lesbian

alyssa velaryon

jocelyn baratheon

viserra targaryen

rhaenys velaryon

rhaenyra targaryen - notable that she’s considered beautiful as a child but less so as an adult (bc westeros is full of fucking weirdos)

helaena targaryen - described as being more beautiful than alicent and that’s really it

daenaera velaryon - ditto on westeros being full of weirdos lol

jaehaera targaryen - again. she is like 12 when she dies but half the realm is commenting on this beautiful child. i hate these people so much.

baela targaryen

lady sam hightower

something that’s notable is that george makes a continued distinction between “pretty” and beautiful - alysanne targaryen is considered pretty but not beautiful, for example. so there’s people like jeyne westerling who are “pretty enough” as in, not ugly, not plain, but not, as jaime puts it “beautiful enough to lose a kingdom over” as in they are drop dead, model, helen of troy type gorgeous.

that’s also why i wanted to include the “fishing for compliments” type girls bc these women are very aware that they’re not pretty enough and often wind up carrying themselves differently as a response to this - if they can’t be gorgeous they’ll be so disarming, so striking, that people will spin back around to beautiful. ygritte is the biggest example of this imo because how jon perceives her beauty is very tied to how his relationship with her develops - he purposefully conflates her beauty with her violence bc he wants to find her violence beautiful bc that would make his life infinitely easier, and after she dies he’s very clear headed that she isn’t that pretty but she is TO HIM, she is beautiful in his memory because of his feelings for her. it makes him very wary of melisandre & val as a result - because he conflates beauty and violence in ygritte, it makes him wary of other harsh & beautiful women. or take lyanna, who is remembered often as being beautiful yet in ned’s memory, this beauty is part of what dooms her and he is outwardly hostile whenever people mention her beauty - to ned, that beauty brought only horror so he doesn’t dwell on it.

there’s lots of commentary here on what “beautiful” actually means from person to person, so while i would say the first group are more objectively beautiful, it’s also important to think about context - who is thinking they’re beautiful, why they’re thinking this, and what their relationship is.

[fyeahdprian]

Ian explaining lore

@dprdrip @DPRMY_

Are we starting to connect something here? Oh, so then what happens? Some people are somehow getting it, it's quite interesting. Okay, so I'll leave you with that, I think I'm revealing a little too much. So, in Mood, I have a line, I have a lyric: […] "Something's on Horizon." So can you tell me, what is on Horizon? […]"Your violets on horizon". Horizon. So, what does that mean? […] He sees his insanity, his craziness on the tip of the horizon.

So usually, I'll tell you something: usually when the sun comes up—let's say it's night and then the sun comes up, where does the sun come up from? The horizon. We see the sun come from the horizon. So when the sun comes up, the moon goes away. And when the sun comes up, that signals what? Insanity in this era. So he sees Insanity about to switch, to Insanity. He sees the peak of it because he has the essence of Insanity, but it's still clouded away by Mito. And everything is in the lyrics of the songs. It's not a mistake, I'm just laying it out for you guys right now.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the lore. It's all hidden in the lyrics. For people that don't understand this class, I want people to further explain this in an Instagram post so people that are just figuring this out-l'll, you know, please direct them to that, I would be most happy. So simply put, the sun for me symbolises Insanity, the moon—the yellow moon, and the black moon symbolises Mito. So in retrospect, whatever comes up on the horizon is when I'm going to switch.

And so then, what do you think the Hybrid is? And no, it's not half-moon, half-black moon, half-yellow moon. That's not essentially the Hybrid, that's just me-that's balance. Well, what happens if it's an eclipse? That is correct. When have we ever seen the eclipse in any of the music videos? We always see it drawing away from the eclipse. When has it ever stopped right in the middle? We haven't got that yet. In Seraph, you see the eclipse moving and you see Mito coming into form, hence why only in the Mito movie you see the eclipse moving away. But what happens once the eclipse forms? That's when we see the Hybrid.

And that was No Silhouette. Fun fact: I say, "I lost myself in the sun." What do you think that really means? Like I said earlier, what does the Sun represent in this lore? Insanity-yes, there we go. So, Mito falling to the sun is falling to none other than Insanity. And what is • the first song on Mito 2's album? We ended Mito | with No Silhouette. What was the first song? Seraph-exactly. And what happens in Seraph? What happens to his wings? Exactly—he is reborn. That is correct. Yes, and that is the lovely link that I hope everyone knows.

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At this point this is barely more than a doodle but, alive!Ember headcanons

I hc that she had lots of curly blonde Disney princess hair and big brown eyes and she absolutely hated both of these traits. Her aesthetic would have been somewhere between goth and like, proto-grunge. She's not a fire-themed ghost because she died in a fire, though she did, she's a fire-themed ghost because her other hobby besides music was arson. I imagine her being in high school in the very late 70s to early 80s - she would have died when Jack and Maddie were in undergrad - because that's when Siouxsie and the Banshees were big and her eyeliner is very Siouxsie imo. I also hc that Ann Wilson of Heart was her bi awakening.

My Ember is very, very auDHD. Her special interest is music, but like me she has "hyperfixate on ALL the things!" disease so she's not just into the playing and listening to music, she's also a huge geek about the audio tech side of things, and music history, and she can't be left alone with an instrument or she will try to play it even if she doesn't know how, and she's probably experimented with building her own instruments and recording gear. With her sensory differences, she can hear all sorts of shit that nobody else hears, and depending on the fic I do take this in a supernatural direction; sometimes she hears ghosts and shit even before she becomes a ghost herself.

So we've got a socially awkward child who hears things other kids can't hear and likes to set things on fire because it looks pretty and the crackling sound is a good stim. In the late 70s and early 80s. AKA... right when the Satanic Panic kicks off! I hc that she grew up in one of those judgemental small towns where everybody is all up in everybody's business, and about 60% of the other people in her town were convinced that either A) she was possessed by a demon, B) she straight up was a demon, or C) she was gonna be a serial killer when she grew up.

Enter Ember's biggest defender, her mom, the weirdest church lady. Mama McLain is inspired by two things: my own family history of southern folk magic, and the line in Hadestown that says "you might say [Orpheus] was touched... because he was touched by the gods themselves!". Mama McLain acknowledges that her daughter is a bit touched in the head, but she insists she's touched in the head by God/Jesus/Saint Gabriel, so mind your own biscuits. This is the kind of woman who whips out a dowsing rod when the neighbors need to build a new well, so she never blinked an eye about Ember claiming to be able to hear the trees growing if she held her breath, and if she's still alive she's perfectly aware that Ember is a ghost and keeps in touch with her accordingly. My mental image of Ember's dad is less firm, I imagine he's a long-haul truck driver and also very, very autistic (hence why being alone on the road so much doesn't make him crazy), so he thinks his daughter's eccentricities are Just Fine, Thank You. Father-Daughter Bonding Time consisted of Papa McLain tinkering on his truck while Ember tinkered with her record player and neither of them spoke to each other.

I know that ghost!Ember canonically has green eyes, but for some reason whenever I draw her I want to give her lavender eyes, so I did.

[eucharist-eulogy]

List your friends muses out of context (I might’ve sent this before but I forgot)

You did lol, dw bout it im just studying n posted this as a break opp

if there was a world record for highest concentration of menace to body size, she’d get it. Also stairwell moment

Do sonas count? You have a world record for the longest… well, lots of things (also come back -grabs straitjacket-)

HUSBAND /p /pos

the cutest bakery girl pls hold me in your strong arms

purple devil

best sop sorry i like him mean /j also hi frenchie with wrinkles

I NEED MORE STRONG WOMEN TO CARRYME PLEASE I NEEEEEED IT /ref also i have mochi pspsps

A God. Do you know how little that narrows it down/j oh wait nevermind he killed the auntie.

cereal. Cereal. CEREAL.

LEAVE SHILOH ALONE YOU FLUFFY CRITTER WITH DRAWING SKILLS /j /lh

hackerman with a beanie and trauma. Then again he’s not the only one with trauma, get in line.

most normal mun. have a easter egg

Liam harem starter, ft the frenchies

His hair is a lightshow. I love it tho

ma’am GET OF THE TRAIN FLOOR ITS DIRTY

Man has infinite rizz except with this one lady. Proceeds to pull the most crazy shit.

Elsa but male and daughterless

pinkest pink im so sorry for you /gen /lh

imagine having a whole AXE and STILL dying. Sorry ma’am but L.

Woman has an eye addiction and whipping addiction but she got no one to take the pE e pE rs eyes from

rizzman with a harem and an american dream

fatherless. Motherless. Parentless. FAMILYLESS.

Do you think he weighs as much as an otter or…

evil watermelon.

british so girlfailure she has to fight with the irish guyfailure

i want her shoes to stomp on karens.

cutie but she called your friend dying a canon event

russian’th? Woman where is yo id. No woman, I’m not afraid of magic spider webs.

smol. elaine jr

pink jesus

I remember I remember I am trapped help me save me help me. . Do i look cute?

samurai man with three arms

we do not talk about your neon pink partner, mister bartender

doggie man we lov

(edit: IT FUCKING CUT FOR SOME REAODN RATTLES)

[bonniehooper]

MR. ROBOT REWATCH, 2x01 & 2x02: “eps2.0_unm4sk-pt1.tc” & "eps2.0_unm4sk-pt2.tc"

-Part one?

-Oh, we’re seeing when Tyrell recorded the message that went out to everyone.

-Wait, why is Elliot reaching into the popcorn machine?

-Why are we seeing when Elliot’s dad pushed him out of the window?

-What was the point of that flashback?

-Wait, how do they know it was Tyrell? Also, how did they make it look like Obama was saying all that? I mean, I know it’s possible, but it looks so real.

-Leon!

-I forgot about Leon’s obsession with Seinfeld.

-Did he draw a QR code in his journal? If so, what’s it for?

-I’m surprised that Krista would still see Elliot after everything he told her he did last season.

-Oh, he doesn’t trust Mr. Robot.

-Elliot: “I’m not ready to trust you yet, not after what you did.” Wait, after what "I" did? What the hell did I do?

-Elliot: “You kept things from me, and I don’t know if I can tell you secrets like before.” Hey, I only knew what you let me know, so that’s more on you than me. I’m just saying.

-I wasn’t honest with you? You weren’t honest with me, Elliot! You’re the one who hid that Mr. Robot was in your head and resembled your father. I wasn’t privy to that info before you told me. Stop blaming me........Why am I arguing with a fictional character?

-Why is Mr. Robot hiding Tyrell from Elliot?

-Oh fuck, I forgot that Mr. Robot shoots Elliot in the head.

-Oh my god, that’s such a crazy image of Elliot sitting up with a bullet hole in his head and asking Mr. Robot, “You done?”

-Wait, “again”? How many times has he shot you?!

-Who’s this lady?

-Okay, who is fucking with the stuff in this lady’s house?

-Darlene, did you fuck with this lady’s house so you could squat in her empty house?

-Gideon? Why are you visiting Elliot?

-Shit, Allsafe closed?

-Gideon: “Everyone’s telling me it’s over.” Mr. Robot: “Gee, I wonder whose fault that is. Was that you or me? I’m getting all mixed up, I can’t recall.” Fuck you, Mr. Robot. Gideon doesn’t deserve this.

-I hate that Gideon is taking the fall and Elliot wants to help him, but he can’t!

-Not going to lie, I'd probably lose my mind if I had to listen to Leon talk about Seinfeld all day, every day.

-So, when you’re annoyed you shoot Elliot, what are you going to do to him when your feelings are hurt?

-Darlene, what’s wrong?

-So, is this ladies house the new headquarters for fsociety?

-Wait, how are you on the losing side, Darlene?

-Where’s Angela?

-What’s happening now? What’s on the teller’s screen? Is this fsociety’s doing?

-An intermission? And now part two? What is this episode's structure?

-Scott, I don’t know if this is a good idea.

-Making a delivery? Is he really or does he work for fsociety?

-Wait, they want him to put a mask on and what give people the money?

-Oh, never mind, he’s burning the money.

-So, what exactly was the point of this?

-That abrupt cut of the song startled me.

-I was about to say, do you not know how this works dude? It’s all good, Joanna’s into it.

-Oh God, I can’t remember her name, but I recognize her face.

-Doesn't she work for the FBI?

-Oh God, what are you going to tell them Gideon?

-I forgot Craig Robinson was in this show!!

-Yeah, what happened to Flipper?

-What’s your line of work, Ray?

-Ray: “Damn, man. That’s some cold, brutal shit right there. I’m going to have to go listen to some Adele on repeat when I get back home.”

-So were they able to get Nancy Grace to film this or did they manipulate footage like they did with Obama earlier?

-Dude, Joanna only needs you for one thing, now get lost.

-Wait, where is her son?

-Angela, finally!!

-Damn, Angela has grown colder, yet more confident in her job since the last time we saw her.

-Angela, what is this music?

-Ha ha, bitches!! Looks like Angela's good at her job, huh?

-What is that present?

-Joanna, I wouldn’t trust it.

-Did Tyrell send her a phone so they can communicate?

-Damn, Angela was completely on this lawyer’s side last season, now she doesn’t want anything to do with her.

-Angela: “I’ve done more for you and the lawsuit than you’ve ever done for me or yourself.” Damn, Angela. What the fuck has happened to you?

-I just realized, does Angela know where Elliot is right now? Does she even care?

-Okay, Angela, I like you getting more positive and standing up for yourself, but you just seem like you’ve gotten colder, and I don’t like it.

-When you two spoke last night? Oh fuck, what did Mr. Robot do?

-Oh my God, Elliot just laughing at Mr. Robot is so fucking creepy. God, Rami is so good.

-Elliot: “I’m late for my church group. Peace.”

-Just give Elliot what he wants Mr. Robot, and you can have what you want.

-Back off, Brock.

-Wait, his husband left him? Seriously?!

-I don’t trust this guy. Gideon, you need to leave.

-NO!!! OH MY GOD, I FORGOT ABOUT THIS BITCH KILLING GIDEON!! FUCK OFF, HE DIDN’T DESERVE THAT!!!!!!!!!!

-Of course, the phone rings when Joanna’s not by it.

-Elliot are you falling asleep during your group?

-Whoa, what happened? How much time has past? Who is on the phone?

-Tyrell?!

-And that’s how you end the episode?!

[grayintogreen]

I really have to say that in the wake of the quip post going around and me rewatching LOST, there is really nothing funnier than a scene that isn’t supposed to be funny, isn’t even set up to be funny, but through the absolute absurdity of the situation is hilarious. To wit, there is humor in playing an absurd scene completely straight without trying to draw attention to how absurd it is.

To use LOST as an example, there’s a scene where two characters meet on an abandoned ship in the jungle (which is funny on its own) that goes like this:

In one corner we have John Locke, currently playing with a knife while the guy he manipulated into coming into the jungle with him on a convoluted quest to get HIM to kill their mutual abuser because he couldn’t do it himself is banging on the door to the brig because Locke is allergic to explaining things as all the island mystics tend to be.

In the other corner, entering the scene, we have Danielle Rousseau, local island crazy lady that everyone has accepted as just a staple of the experience and is deemed an Ally despite the fact that she doesn’t join their group, lives on her own, and has death traps strewn throughout the jungle that are just commonly referenced as a thing that happens.

The two of them regard each other. “Rousseau.” “Locke.”

(And now it’s already funny to the Philosophy Major crowd but wait there’s more.)

Rousseau looks at the door where there’s still shouting and banging. Locke doesn’t explain anything. “What brings you to the ship?”

(Keep in mind that Rousseau is the one who showed the survivors the ship and makes frequent trips to it. LOCKE is the one acting weird. Locke has decided that the only way to make this situation Not Awkward is to just roll with it. He is legitimately Bavarian Fire Drilling his way out of what would CONCERN MOST PEOPLE.)

But here’s where it gets funny.

“I’m here for the dynamite.”

Okay. So you have one person who has locked someone in the brig for some reason and another person who is known to be EXTREMELY HAZARDOUS to the health and safety of others because of her death traps going “I need dynamite” and none of this sounds like sane reasonable behavior and the punchline is just both of them staring at each other and NOT QUESTIONING ANY OF IT. Rousseau walks out with a box of dynamite, Locke continues to wait for a murder to occur.

THAT is funny. That is humor that requires insight into the characters, the situation, and how none of the steps taken are the steps you’d expect. Humor doesn’t have to rely on zingers and meme worthy lines- it requires you to be able to take a completely absurd situation and play it absolutely straight. No irony poisoning and SEE WE KNOW THIS IS STUPID will ever compare to watching two characters just completely refuse to react to something weird or even treat it as anything other than normal behavior.