#his name is fritz and he is so beautiful

[cordyceptic]

i just wanted to post my rook :)

[happybunny999]

Yandere Batfam x neglected OP Meta outskirts reader and Ymir fritz

Part 1

Summery:Ymir Fritz and reader are reborn in the outskirts of Gotham after leaving the void from their world and are with their new mom a kind woman who took great care of you and Ymir in their small village but after her death they are taking to Gotham and what will happen when the Batfam and villains take a sudden liking to them after neglecting them.

(Ymir and reader are twin sisters with Ymir being born first and reader is shy and extremely meek while Ymir is is the same with appearance but has black hair instead of blonde and is reckless and short-tempered when something is not fair and will speak her mind and protect reader from the Batfam and villains that bother them)

As I woke I realized that something was strange instead of the coldest of the void me and Ymir were used too I was met with warm sun and laying in a comfortable crib with Ymir right next to me I look around as I sit up from where I was laying next to Ymir and see that not only were we in a comfortable and colorful crib but the room we are in has a big window and soft on the eyes wallpaper with toys already on the ground and a dresser with photos of myself,Ymir, and a woman with beautiful and kind eyes and long hair and a man who I could tell by standing near the woman that they were in love from what I could tell from where I was sitting in the crib As I was still looking around the room Ymir began to start waking up and when she sat up and took one look around and snap her head at me with a wide smile and before she could speak the door of our room opened to reveal a beautiful and pleasant woman with gorgeous hair, a warm smile As she made her way over to us and picked us up from the crib and as she held us close to her we realized that we must have been reborn from the void and now have a change to live a normal life and this woman is our mom from the pictures on the dresser and the guy next to her looks like our stepdad but not our real father After some time we spend with our mother and stepdad every thing was going good and did get better when our mother discovered that we had powers like her when we are 5 and she started to train us into hiding our powers Everyone in the village loved us and we’re ok with our powers and we helped them with a problem they were struggling with

Everything was going so good

But then it happened Our kind and loving mother and gentle and kind stepdad were killed while they were in the city getting groceries for us I was heartbroken and cried in Ymir’s arms as she held me close while she was just mad at who did this After that a man in a suit and with bright blue eyes came to get us in his private jet and take us to Gotham Ymir didn’t trust the man named Bruce claiming to be our father and she kept me close to her Once we arrived at the manor things only got worse

Dick would barely notice us and would never spend time with us which makes Ymir mad Jason hates us and would glare at us when ever we past by each other his green eyes always scared me and Ymir would glare back at him and even sneered at him once when he gave me a black eye when I got to close to him by accident Tim would just act like we don’t exist and being too sleep deprived and just walk past us Damien is the worse because the very moment we stepped into the manor he made it his life goal to make our life much harder as he cut my cheek with a knife after our first encounter and Ymir was beyond mad and tried to attack Damien which ended up with Bruce yelling at us to go to our room after breaking up the fight and of course he and the others(and cass and Stephanie ) took Damien side and gave us glares and disappointed looks that made Ymir even more angrier and ended up yelling at the others cussing them out before slamming the door our bedroom behind us.

Ymir was beyond frustrated and her eyes started to glow red and she was about to use her powers and promises to kill the family with malice in her voice I quietly calmed her down tears in my eyes from the family’s harsh attitude for us as i clinging onto to Ymir as she held me tightly in her arms as we both drifted off to sleep.

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Propaganda

Marlene Dietrich (Shanghai Express, Witness for the Prosecution, Morocco)—Bisexual icon, super hot when dressed both masculine and feminine, lived up her life in the queer Berlin scene of the 1920s, central to the 'sewing circle' of the secret sapphic actresses of Old Hollywood, refused lucrative offers by the Nazis and helped Jews and others under persecution to escape Nazi Germany, the love of my life

Xia Meng, also known as Hsia Moog or Miranda Yang (Sunrise, Bride Hunter)—For those who are familiar with Hong Kong's early cinema, Xia Meng is THE leading woman of an era, the earliest "silver-screen goddess", "The Great Beauty" and "Audrey Hepburn of the East". Xia Meng starred in 38 films in her 17-year career, and famously had rarely any flops, from her first film at the age of 18 to her last at the age of 35. She was a rare all-round actress in Mandarin-language films, acting, singing, and dancing with an enchanting ease in films of diverse genres, from contemporary drama to period operas. She was regarded as the "crown princess" among the "Three Princesses of the Great Wall", the iconic leading stars of the Great Wall Movie Enterprises, which was Hong Kong's leading left-wing studio in the 1950s-60s. At the time, Hong Kong cinema had only just taken off, but Xia Meng's influence had already spread out to China, Singapore, etc. Overseas Chinese-language magazines and newspapers often featured her on their covers. The famous HK wuxia novelist Jin Yong had such a huge crush on her that he made up a whole fake identity as a nobody-screenwriter to join the Great Wall studio just so he can write scripts for her. He famously said, "No one has really seen how beautiful Xi Shi (one of the renowned Four Beauties of ancient China) is, I think she should be just like Xia Meng to live up to her name." In 1980, she returned to the HK film industry by forming the Bluebird Movie Enterprises. As a producer with a heart for the community, she wanted to make a film on the Vietnam War and the many Vietnam War refugees migrating to Hong Kong. She approached director Ann Hui and produced the debut film Boat People (1982), a globally successful movie and landmark feature for Hong Kong New Wave, which won several awards including the best picture and best director in the second Hong Kong Film Award. Years later, Ann Hui looked back on her collaboration with Xia Meng, "I'm very grateful to her for allowing me to make what is probably the best film I've ever made in my life."

This is round 5 of the tournament. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage woman.

[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]

Xia Meng:

Marlene Dietrich:

ms dietrich....ms dietrich pls.....sit on my face

its marlene dietrich!!!! queer legend, easily the hottest person to ever wear a tuxedo, that hot hot voice, those glamorous glamorous movies…. most famously she starred in a string of movies directed by josef von sternberg throughout the 1930s, beginning with the blue angel which catapulted her to stardom in the role of the cabaret singer lola lola. known for his exquisite eye for lighting, texture, imagery, von sternberg devoted himself over the course of their collaborations to acquiring exceptional skill at photographing dietrich herself in particular, a worthy direction in which to expend effort im sure we can all agree. she collaborated with many other great directors of the era as well, including rouben mamoulian (song of songs), frank borzage (desire), ernst lubitsch (angel), fritz lang (rancho notorious), and billy wilder (witness for the prosecution). the encyclopedia britannica entry im looking at while compiling this propaganda describes her as having an “aura of sophistication and languid sexuality” which✔️💯. born marie magdalene dietrich, she combined her first and middle names to coin the moniker “marlene”. she was a trendsetter in her incorporation of trousers, suits, and menswear into her wardrobe and her androgynous allure was often remarked upon. critic kenneth tynan wrote, “She has sex, but no particular gender. She has the bearing of a man; the characters she plays love power and wear trousers. Her masculinity appeals to women and her sexuality to men.” in the 1920s she enjoyed the vibrant queer nightlife of weimar berlin, visiting gay bars and drag balls, and in hollywood her love affairs with men and women were an open secret. she was an ardent opponent of nazi germany, refusing lucrative contacts offered her to make films there, raising money with billy wilder to help jews and dissidents escape, and undertaking extensive USO tours to entertain soldiers with an act that included her a playing musical saw and doing a mindreading routine she learned from orson welles. starting in the 50s and continuing into the mid-70s she worked largely as a cabaret artist touring the world to large audiences, employing burt bacharach as her musical arranger.

First of all, there are those publicity photos of her in a tux. Second of all, I have never been the same since knowing that she sent copies of those photos to her Berlin lovers signed "Daddy Marlene." Not only is she hot in all circumstances, but she can do everything from earthy to ice queen. Also, she kept getting sexy romantic lead parts in Hollywood after the age of 40, which would be rare even now. She hated Nazis, loved her friends, and had a sapphic social circle in Hollywood. She also had cheekbones that could cut glass and a voice that could melt you.

Her GENDER her looks her voice her everything

“In her films and record-breaking cabaret performances, Miss Dietrich artfully projected cool sophistication, self-mockery and infinite experience. Her sexuality was audacious, her wit was insolent and her manner was ageless. With a world-weary charm and a diaphanous gown showing off her celebrated legs, she was the quintessential cabaret entertainer of Weimar-era Germany.”

The bar scene in Morocco awoke something in me and ultimately changed my gender

"Her manner, the critic Kenneth Tynan wrote, was that of ‘a serpentine lasso whereby her voice casually winds itself around our most vulnerable fantasies.’ Her friend Maurice Chevalier said: ‘Dietrich is something that never existed before and may never exist again.’”

"Songstress, photographer, fashion icon, out bisexual phenom (notoriously stole Lupe Velez and Joan Crawford's men, and Errol Flynn's wife, had a torrid affair with Greta Garbo that ended in a 60-year feud, other notable conquests including Erich Maria Remarque -yes, the guy who wrote All Quiet on the Western Front- Douglas Fairbanks Junior, Claudette Colbert, Mercedes de Acosta, Edith Piaf), anti-Nazi activist. Marlene was a bitch - she had an open marriage for decades and one of her favorite things was making catty commentary about her current lover with her husband, and her relationship with her daughter was painful- but she was also immensely talented, a hard worker, an opponent of fascism and the hottest ice queen in Hollywood for a long time."

"She can sing! She can act! She told the Nazis to fuck off and became a US citizen out of spite! She worked with other German exiles to create a fund to help Jews and German dissidents escape (she donated an entire movie salary, about $450k, to the cause). She looks REALLY GOOD in a suit. If you're not convinced, please listen to her sing "Lili Marlene". Absolutely gorgeous woman with a gorgeous voice."

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"Bisexual icon and Nazi-hater. Looks absolutely stunning in the suits she liked to wear. 'I dress for the image. Not for myself, not for the public, not for fashion, not for men'."

"would you not let her walk on you?"

[thevalkyriesshadow]

@freyjas-musings - A drabble for you! Inspired by a couple Gwynriel bathroom headcanons of mine as well as this steamy Instagram reel

💖 Enjoy 💖

The House was quiet as Azriel entered the dining room. No one was in the sitting room. No one lingered in the halls. Though as he neared his room, he did hear the distinct sound of water running in the baths situated between his room and The House's newest inhabitant -- Gwyneth Berdara's room.

And of course after two days of her being here, the personal bathrooms went on the fritz -- well, just his and Gwyn's.

The House, the clever structure that it was, created a new bathroom between their rooms as it worked out it's own problem. (Don't ask how or why The House was able to produce a new bathroom instead of just fixing the old...it vexed Azriel to no end.)

Not that he minded having to share a bathroom, but he did like the solitary usage of his personal one...

As he passed the bathroom to get to his room he heard another sound amidst the trickling of water; something he hadn't heard coming from the shared bathroom before.

Singing.

And it was ethereal. Beautiful.

Was that Gwyn?

He stood outside the door for a moment, letting the sound carry over him and wash away the tension in his shoulders. His jaw unclenched and he took a deep breath. Music was often a way to unwind and shake off the stress of a job, but this singing was...transcending, divine.

There were no words as the voice carried through the wooden doors. Just 'oohs' and 'ahhs'.

That had to be Gwyn right? Nesta wouldn't use it. She had her own bathroom.

Then the voice dropped an octave, and words began pouring out. A language he didn't recognize, but a voice he knew.

The acoustics of the bathroom amplified Gwyn’s voice. Her cadence ebbed and flowed.

For the first time in three days since he left for his mission, Azriel felt...calmed.

He may not recognize the language she sang in and the power of its words, but he yearned for the sensation that flowed over him -- through him -- serenity. Stillness.

No anxious thoughts pervaded his mind. No fears or worries.

Only peace.

And as he listened to her belt out the words at the top of her lungs, not a care who heard, Azriel felt a squeezing in his chest. A tug.

Her singing faded into the steady stream of the water. There was a loud squeak, and the water stopped.

The silence broke his reverie. Azriel hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes. Hadn't realized he'd leaned against the door as he listened and lost himself in teal blue eyes. Lost himself imagining how her mouth might move as she sings. Imagining what it would feel like to sing with her....

Not wanting to be caught lingering outside of the bathroom when Gwyn emerged, Azriel hurried off to his room to change and gather his own things for a shower.

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Gwyn thought she'd finally be getting her own bathroom moving into The House, but of course, fate seemed to have it's own ideas.

Fate or The House was pranking her.

She wrapped herself in a towel as she got out of the shower, looking forward to putting on the silky, light blue pajamas The House provided her. She had an exhausting day of training the new Valkyrie recruits, assisting in the Library, and conducting research for Rhysand. She wasn't tired, tired, so she would probably be staying up to rearrange her books - again -

When she had moved in a couple weeks ago, she had only ten books to her name. But every day since she'd moved in, she would return to her room at the end of the day to find The House had dropped a pile of new books for her onto her bed. Some books she'd never even think to read, like ones about dagger making and types of rope knots. There were books on the history of Prythian. Another titled Espionage and You: An In Depth Discussion of the Moral Code, and of course, lots and lots of romance and adventure novels.

Gwyn slipped into her pajamas, ate the small plate of cookies The House provided her, then grabbed her toothbrush and headed back to the bathroom.

She had just put the toothpaste on the brush when the door to the showers opened. A billowing cloud of steam and shadows poured out.

Gwyn balked as Azriel emerged from the mist, a towel slung low on his hips. His shadows darted out, twirling around Gwyn’s hair and toothbrush.

Azriel froze in the doorway as he spotted Gwyn. Water dripped from tendrils of inky black hair. It ran in little rivulets down his neck and shoulders. Some of the water pooled into the little divet of his clavicle. Other streams continued over the tattoos on his chest and trailed down...down...

Her eyes darted back up to his.

The smallest of smirks tugged at the corner of his mouth.

Gwyn, by some unexplained reason, continued to brush her teeth while casually staring back at him. She waited for him to say something first.

But he didn’t.

Instead, he watched his shadows dance around her before joining her at the counter. His tore his gaze from hers, only to catch it again in the mirror as he picked up his toothbrush and began his nightly bedtime routine.

She tried, and failed then, to ignore Azriel’s reflection.

But gods damned those muscles as he moved his arm to brush his teeth....

It was like they were purposefully tormenting her, begging her to watch them as they tensed and flexed with every movement he made and --

Her gaze caught his brilliant hazel eyes watching her watch him in the mirror. The golden flecks amidst the green hues sparkled with amusement as a blush crept across her cheeks.

Gwyn peeled her eyes away from him, focusing on her own reflection.

Damn. She didn't realize how cropped her shirt was, or how noticeable her nipples were as they poked through the thin fabric. Maybe Azriel didn't notice.

She chanced another glance.

Oh, Azriel definitely noticed.

His eyes were currently sweeping over her in the reflection before he bent forward and spit into the sink, rinsing away his discarded toothpaste with a quick twist of the faucet.

It was his turn to blush as his gaze met hers in the mirror, knowing full well he'd been caught checking her out.

So...Gwyn held his gaze for a moment, then lowered it, unapologetically, taking in the lithe muscles of his shoulders and chest, the way his body sloped to a tapered waist.

A sensual warmth spread from her lower spine and pooled deep within her.

Her gaze certainly lingered longer than it should have on the smattering of hair that extended above the low hanging towel perched on his waist.

She spit her toothpaste into the sink and looked over at him. Not in the mirror this time, but at him directly.

The Shadowsinger was already looking over at her, brushing his teeth lazily, as if his mind momentarily forgot what it was doing until she caught his gaze.

Normally, when Azriel stared at someone, it was with an icy coldness.

But never with Gwyn.

With Gwyn, Azriel looked at her with reverence.

A rare softness fell over his features.

Then he drooled toothpaste and was pivoting to the sink to spit it out. His blush spread further across his cheeks and ears as he hastily finished brushing his teeth.

Then Azriel, the terrifying Spy Master of the Night Court, tapped his toothbrush on the sink, dropped it into the holder, and with a wink and a devilish smirk Azriel finally spoke.

"You have a lovely singing voice, by the way," he said, his voice dark and husky. The sound sent shivers down her spine.

Gwyn's eyes went wide, and something in her chest hummed and tugged as she watched Azriel saunter past her, willing her to follow him. Her gaze dropped to the dimples of his lower back, reveled at the way his muscles moved as he twisted back around to flash her another more sheepish smile before ducking out of the doorway.

Forget reorganizing her bookshelf. Tonight, Gwyn was going to pick up the juiciest romance she could find from her new drop today and indulge in a little self-care.

[minzis]

Because It Was You

Art Credits: Victoria by Fritz Schaper

•┈୨A Simon Riley One-Shot୧┈•

✦❘༻Summary: Stuck in a sense of saudade Simon finds himself unable to come to terms with the reality of you slowly falling out of love with him.

✦❘༻Tags: Pure angst <3 2.3k words.

✦❘༻Author’s Note: I listened to “Waiting Room” by Phoebe Bridgers while writing if you’d like to listen as well! I just aim to hurt people as much as possible because what is life without deliciously hurtful angst :3

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Ghost knew he wasn’t that good of a man, he always felt like you were just to good for him. A pretty face and a pretty voice, everything about you was beauty in its purest form for him. How he managed to have you in the first place alone was astounding, a miracle in his eyes. You were everything he was not, a sweetness so sweet it was like a daily sugar rush. Him not deserving you was the only thing that ever plagued his mind. How could a woman like you love a man like him?

The type of woman they put on the cover of vogue, the type to have poems written about and for them. So for a beauty to haven falling for the beast he did everything he could to make you happy. No matter what you asked he’d have it done because if it made you happy then it made him happy.

You called him having a bad day at work? That’s okay he’ll just bring you a handwritten card and the food you talked about craving last week! Your sick he’ll bring every medicine there possibly is excluding the one you said you didn’t like cause it made your head hurt. Even if it was late at night he’d make the drive because it was you.

You felt lonely while he was away, that’s fine he got you two little puppies. You named one Grim after the first time you met joking he looked like a Grim Reaper. He laughed over the phone when you rambled about names he said he didn’t like it but truly he liked whatever you did. If you liked blue he loved blue and if you hated red then he despised red. His world moved just to circle around you every day and night felt like it was for you.

He never bought you flowers he always got you plants because you said they lasted a lifetime like the one you planned to spend with him. Apartment cluttered to the point you might as well call it a Garden House. His shelf littered with little things you had given him. “It reminded me of you,” you’d say with the cutest smile he’d swear he had ever seen, it was humbling.

Picking you up from work in the rain or snow since the day you said you were often scared to drive in it yourself, if he couldn’t pick you up himself he’d send a driver. There were many times where he couldn’t always be there so he tried what he could do to make it feel less empty. Outings with friends using his card insisting it was nothing compared to the millions of things he’d do for you. Gentle messages awkwardly formed but enough to show he still cared despite being thousands of miles away.

He liked to think he noticed fairly early at least subconsciously but maybe he ignored it cause it might hurt less then. The look in your eyes faltering ever so slightly as you looked at him. Maybe he knew before you did in many ways more then one. What could he do? What had he done that was so wrong? Should he have looked at you more? Hadn’t he loved you enough?

If you still came home every night to him it was enough, it should’ve been enough but he couldn’t help but want more, crave more. He knew how selfish it was but he didn’t care because it was you. It always was you and always would be you. It killed him, truly killed him in ways he didn’t even realize. How could he ever love if it wasn’t you? He didn’t know how, you taught him how beautiful love could be and how destroying it could be.

You’d come home with a bright smile hug at him the same as you always did but it never felt the same. Not once he knew but maybe it was some childish fairy-tail his love was enough for both of you. They always warn you not to trust strangers or watch for cars before crossing the road. But they don’t teach you about the pretty girls with soft voices from the heavens as if to answer the prayers he made. They don’t teach you how to let them go and to stop loving.

He felt stupid for beating at what would be considered a dead horse, he couldn’t help but try though couldn’t he? He knew you’d never cheat that just not who you are. But he also knew you cared too much for him even if it meant sticking around when you didn’t want too. He knew you were just too good of a person to break his heart like that and he took advantage of it even though it felt horrible it didn’t feel as horrible as losing you.

But seeing the sullen look on you face everyday pained him more then he thought it would. He felt foolish and stupid like the times Johnny would rant about love and how he knew Simon would eventually find someone. He told him he never would, because who could ever love someone like him? He didn’t tell him the other half though seemed deeper then he wanted to go with him.

He tried to do more no matter what it costed him, if he could give you everything he would’ve without hesitation or a single doubt. More calls, more gifts, more affection words he had to choke up because he knew it was only to tape up his tattered heart. He knew every stitch in the book but how was he supposed to stitch up a breaking heart?

He’d take you on dates the day after he’d return from deployment almost like insurance it’d make you stay longer, love him longer. But it never seemed to do what it did before, yeah you laughed and smiled but did you mean it? Did you mean it when you said you loved him? He wasn’t sure anymore, he had always been good at reading people from a glance but he lost that power at times when he had to look at you. Then again he probably chose to unsee what he seen every time he dared to stare long enough in your eyes to realize he was losing you.

It wasn’t a future he had foreseen coming one, one he hadn’t planned an outcome for. He never wanted kids before but with you he felt like he could try, it felt like a life he could have. A version of life in where he was happy with what he had. He never truly had a plan for the chance you would leave him one day, under the belief his love could be enough. You had been together for over a year or two now so he let his guard down, he let himself be vulnerable for the first time in a very long time. It was very apparent the life he planned with you wasn’t going to happen since the first day you leaned back from his kiss.

Restless nights he spent out on deployment in fear when he came home you weren’t going to be there. A feeling that resonated deep in his bones that you were going to up and leave. He hated it all every second he felt helpless like the same child who was still scared of ghosts. It all caught up fairly quickly with his work, he was either ferociously vicious or barely stumbling through the day. It almost got him killed on more then one occasion.

He couldn’t ever bring himself to tell you whenever he got injured cause deep down he knew you’d just feel even more guilty then you already did. Sure you hadn’t done anything but you had done more by doing nothing. He was either getting more injuries or racking up an inhumane amount of kills. Kills that were unnecessary and downright cruel but he hadn’t cared when it was the only outlet he could find. He felt sick with himself spending hours at the sink scrubbing his hands before he dared to ever touch you with hands like his. The blood never came off though.

He sighed shaky hands wrapped around the edges of some shitty sink in another safe house he couldn’t remember the name of. Fingers clung at the edges of his mask tugging it off. He stared in the mirror for what felt like hours at a face he couldn’t recognize anymore. He was almost glad you fell for this face and not the horrid mask. The thin layer between who Simon and Ghost was, he already knew Ghost was unlovable but he had hopes for Simon.

He tried to be a better man with substance one deserving of your time and love. But you didn’t do that, you had loved both parts of him he tried so hard to separate. He began to hold the belief that every part of him he wrote off could possible be loved. Parts of him you called imperfectly beautiful because even if he had come home deeply stained in blood he was still good. And you made him feel that way for a longtime so the thoughts of losing that were never going to go over well.

Reckless and dangerous was what he had become while away. It scared the team the little regard he had show on multiple occasions after endangering his life like it meant nothing. Simon had always been careful purposely with each step he took so for him to make a mistake at all seemed alien almost. Despite his protest Price decided to dismiss him for a few months in hopes it would clear whatever he had going on.

He started at the door what felt like hours but before he could open the door himself the door swung open. “You’re home early,” your tone was angry causing him to stiffen under your sharpened gaze. He expected more but you just turned back further into the house leaving the door open for him. “Price called,” you stated eyeing him as he inched his way into the kitchen. His eyes softened seeing you turning back to the stove stirring the pan, his favorite meal. Despite your anger you still made him his favorite damn meal.

He really wanted you to stay.

“He said you almost died Simon,” you spoke softly and he hated how disappointed you sounded. He couldn’t bring himself to speak unable to find the words that would carry enough apologies. A loud silence filled the room as he remained still staring at your back. This was fine it was going to be fine.

“Simon baby I can’t keep doing this,” you spoke breaking the silence.

“I know love, I’m sorry,” his breathing hitched in between his words.

“You can’t keep saying sorry and still going out there recklessly,” you rebutted curtly. “I don’t know what I was thinking, hell I don’t even know if I was,” he answered with a softness.

“I love you I really do but I can’t keep living out of fear everyday because of your stupid decisions,” he nodded his head understandably but for some reason it only seemed to upset you more. “I know-” you cut him off angrily. “No you don’t know cause if you did you wouldn’t keep doing this,” you motioned with your hands.

“For fuck sakes Simon how am I supposed to live worried everyday cause you run out there like you’re invincible, how am I supposed to live knowing that?” you called out desperately to him for some explanation in words but all you were met with was silence.

“Forget it let’s just eat,” you grabbed at the two plates placing them on the dinner table one in-front of the other before half-hazardously sitting down. His eyes followed your movements silently coming to terms. He wasn’t sure what to say or do when nothing was going to fix what was only going to further worsen things.

He didn’t know what to do when everything he knew about love was from what you taught him. You hadn’t taught him how to stop loving you though. He wondered if he could love anyone else like he did with you. Didn’t know if he had it in him to love that strongly again. He was grieving a loss that had long been coming. From the look on your face, fork dancing around the food, he could tell you no longer wanted to be here.

He prayed every night with tears in his eyes that this day wouldn’t come. He asked the gods for forgiveness in all the things he had done wrong. For them to just let him have you and he’d never ask for anything again. He’d live in a hellish purgatory for an eternity if he just got to be happy in this lifetime it would have been worth it.

Maybe in the next lifetime you’d choose to love him again.

He knew it was for the better, he couldn’t keep you chained like this when you can’t help your heart, just like how he couldn’t help his. It’s funny how cold the air had felt before but it managed to be so warm around you. His shaken hand gripped at the ring box in his pocket he long should’ve returned and like the calm before the storm he finally spoke,

“I want to break up.”

[ghostedeabha]

hello :3

i saw that you really loved fluff fics AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH ASWELL! so i was wondering if you could write something for dad!simon riley x mom!reader and they have somewhat of a big family like two teen kids and two younger kids and all of them go on a much needed vacation together🥹 like it could be anywhere you want it to be maybe a road trip to the mountains, beach, or just going out of state!

i would love to see what you do with this :3 im a sucker for fluff

have an amazing day/night :DD

gods absolutely yes, dad!simon 💳💥💳💥💥💳🥺 

i'm the biggest sucker for  family fics y’all you don't understand!!

i apologize if this is a lil shitty, i'm stoned writing this lmao

simon "ghost" riley x reader

warnings: none, lots and lots of tooth rotting fluff. reader is afab and referred to as mrs. riley once mom, mother, and with other fem terms but no specific pronouns are used and identifying gender isn't specified :)

word count: 655

a/n: simon and reader have 4 kids, twin son and daughter (4), a nonbinary teen (15) and a son (17), none of them are referred to with actual names except for the nonbinary child whose name is 'bug' (there is lore behind this i came up with while writing this if anyone wants a little fic extending on how bug chose their name), simon and the reader have been together for 18 years. i actually have no idea how old ghost is even supposed to be, i just headcanon him in his mid 30's but for this specific au he'll be 40 on the dot, reader is meant to be 38-40.

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"are we there yet?" you hear the whine of your four year old son come from his car seat behind you. it wasn't hard to tell the poor guy was getting restless and impatient,

"just 20 more minutes bud, keep watching bluey with your sister." your husband, simon responds to the squirrely child before you can speak up. you flash him a sweet smile and look over your shoulder to glimpse back at your children.

you were currently on a roadtrip up to scotland to visit one of simon's military friends and vacation at the beach with your family. you found it a little funny that on his break from work simon was so happy and eager about going to see one of his coworkers, but it warmed your heart to know he had such close friends especially in people he had to work with, people who he literally trusted with his life.

"how're you all holding up?" you ask the four with a sweet smile.

"good." your eldest son mumbles, not moving his attention from his phone, texting his friends.

"how about you my little bug?" you turn your attention to your 15 year old.

"i'm good mama, just playing a word search game." they replied, turning their phone to show you the progress of their game.

"nice, you're doing great. i didn't even realize that fritz was a real word."

it was just under another 20 minutes when you pulled into the driveway of simon's friend's, johnny, house. it was s beautiful, quaint thing, the ocean a few hundred feet away behind the home. as you unbuckled your seatbelt you saw the man appear from his home, holding his arms out with a loud chuckle for simon as your husband stepped out of the vehicle.

you smiled to yourself as you got out of the car, watching your husband embrace his friend gruffly as you removed your four year old daughter from her car seat. "hello darling, we're here now." you say gently to the child, who is just awakening from the nap she decided to take in the car.

bug removed your four your old son from his seat for you, holding the boy in their arms as you thank them and give their head a pat with your free hand.

you and the four children approach your husband and his friend, offering the scott a sweet smile. "it's good to see you again johnny."

"you to mrs. riley, kiddos."

"hi uncle johnny." the kids replied.

"why don't the four of you go and play on the beach? it's a private beach and there's not too many others out on it today." soap suggests to the kids with a smile, thumbing over his shoulder to point towards the beach.

it was a couple hours later, you were sat on a beach chair under an umbrella watching simon in the water with your daughter, hearing the four year old's loud and excited giggling made your heart swell. your eldest son and 15 year old playing water volleyball against johnny as your youngest son rested in your arms, tired of playing in the water and just wanting to be cuddled by his mother.

your heart felt full as you watched the scene in front of you, this vacation was well needed for everyone, your two older kids having worked incredibly hard on their schooling and grades, simon having worked hard at work as he always does. and being four is harder than it may seem, the twins needed this break just as much as everyone else.

and of course yourself, you had worked hard at home, taking care of the kids, the housework, and so much more. with and without simon, you worked hard and deserved the break too. it was nice to finally get the time to do something fun like this together as a family. you wouldn't trade it for the world.

[mrsoharaa]

𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕.

characters: Miguel O'Hara x Reader

content warnings: none all fluff!, extremely intimate!, growing tension, intense pinning.

He gently, almost desperately, holds your plush cheeks and hovers his full, torrid lips inches away from yours. Brimming, cardinal irises beam directly down at you through the shrouded darkness that wavered over the both of you, as he mutters something under his husky breath.

Your eyes trail to his volumed, lush lips, swiftly drawing back up to those luminous eyes of his. Lulling you every time you would gaze into them with such infatuation and allurement.

"Miguel?..." your breath was hardly audible, barely enough volume in your soften tone for him to hear. But he could repeatedly hear the soothing, mesmerizing sound of your melodic voice speaking his name in such a low, gentle tone. Nearly squeezes at his pulsing heart and makes his head spiral in an erratic fritz.

His fingers caress tightly amongst your tender, delicate flesh. Mumbling and grumbling even more heftily under his weighted breaths.

You tilt your head a bit, inching your body closer to his as your own hands found their placement onto his strong cheekbones.

"...Either you tell me what it is that you want...or I can leave you alone" you murmur pliantly, your body practically molded against his for how close you had gotten to him. Forcing out a stammered grunt from the depths of his throat, the mere contact of your supple, silky skin brazing over his- melding his troubled mind into a complete daze of enchantment.

The thought of you leaving him alone fiddled wildly at his hectic mind, kneading violently at his beating heart. He hated that thought. He never wants you to leave him be. Your company meant so much to him, more then anybody else's. But he could never admit to that.

His sturdy gaze refocuses back into those polished, beautiful eyes of yours. Eventually tracing back down to the plush mounts of your luring lips.

His thick brows knit tightly together as he exhales a heavy gruff, pulling you closer to his soaring frame with the clasp on your warm cheeks in his rough hands.

Practically stills your head, forcing eye contact as he brushes his thumbs along the flaccidity of your skin.

"...You're really going to make me say it?" his smooth voice finally echos into your buzzing ears, insinuating swarms of butterflies deep within the pit of your fluttering stomach.

"I need to hear you say it..." you softly whisper, smoothing out your palms along his flexing cheeks.

"I need to hear you say what it is that you want..." you repeat delicately, eyes strolling from the steady glare of his piercing optics to the contracting structure of his tense jawline.

He hums deeply, guiding your right hand to the placidity of his balmy lips, his eyes focusing on your radiant face.

"What I want I cannot have…" he states softly, almost melancholy placing subtle kisses upon your comforting palm. His free hand trailing down to the midst of your lower back, pinning you more strictly against his looming figure.

Brushes the pliancy of his warm lips down to the underside of your frail wrist, drawing supple shapes at the lower of your slightly arched back.

"But even just for tonight--" he takes the pad of his index finger and thumb to tenderly cup at your chin, raising your head to meet his flooding expression of dire yearn and want.

"...I suppose I can selfishly indulge myself into you...just for tonight" he whispers in such a gentle, low tone. Lowering himself to angle perfectly, directly at your plump lips, wallowing in the basking beauty that he had always found himself attracted too.

One, he could not afford to discard from his crucial duties to claim as his own.

[gennyanydots]

But this is love I just can’t live without Masterlist

Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x f!Kazansky!Reader

Biker!au

Summary: You swore you were never coming home again. Not after what happened. What he did to you when you were kids. But you know you’d regret missing your own mother’s funeral if you didn’t show up. You just hope he doesn’t come even though it’s almost guaranteed he will. Has to support his grieving president and all.

Connected to but not necessary to read:

Take me with you Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x f!reader

Top Gun MC members:

Iceman - President

Maverick - Vice President

Slider - Sergeant at Arms

Hollywood - Secretary

Wolfman - Treasurer

Original members - Merlin, Sundown, Chipper, Cougar, Hondo, Cyclone

Newer members - Rooster, Hangman, Bob, Coyote, Fanboy, Payback, Fritz, Yale, Harvard, Omaha

Chapter 1 “Oh how can it be” Baby Ice

Chapter 2 “Bit off more than you could chew” Bradley

Chapter 3 “Nowhere to go” Baby Ice

Chapter 4 “A man so filled with doubt” Bradley

Chapter 5 “Counting on beauty to kill off the beast” Baby Ice

Chapter 6 “A curse I can’t disown” Bradley

Chapter 7 “Howl at the moon” Baby Ice

Chapter 8 "The softer the skin" Bradley

Chapter 9 "The sharper the teeth" Baby Ice

Chapter 10 “It’s tearing me apart” Baby Ice

Chapter 11 "It's worse when I'm alone" Baby Ice

Chapter 12 "Despite the toll of the dead" Baby Ice

Chapter 13 " " Bradley

Title and chapter names from:

[wumysyp]

So yeah it, here's a little info about my mci because someone asked me about it but I accidentally lost the question-

(Please be patient, I'm new to Tumblr)

Here I made a picture of the funny aspects of mci including the puppet soul and Golden Freddy (In my au, I don't know if I said it before but Sammy dies and possesses Puppet instead of Charlie. The typical what if)

Gabriel is the oldest of the group because he is best friends with Michael Afton, aka, one of the bullies in FNAF 4.

I hope I don't go on too long with the information. (I'll probably exaggerate)

I'll start with the youngest of the group, Susie or in my au Susie Edwards. Susie has a sister named Sam (Samantha, but that's how Susie calls her sister)

Susie doesn't have a father because her parents are divorced, but we only know that her father is a millionaire! Although that doesn't matter much when Susie and Sam live with their mother Patricia, who is also a successful woman with her beauty salon. s l a y

Patrícia, Susie and Sam. and the dog? We don't even mention the dog.... :(

Susie was introduced to the reading group by her sister Sam. (I forgot to say that Sam deaf-mute. Cassidy knows sign language and that's what made her integrate Sam into that group.Another slay for Cassidy) From there, Susie became friends with Fritz, Jeremy, and Cassidy. Especially Cassidy, Sometimes Cassidy visits Susie to get a free skin routine by Patricia who is a very kind woman :3

Cassidy and Susie with face masks and each other forgot how long they should leave it.

Now we go with Jeremy and Fritz! I'm not going to go through each one individually because they have a lot of information-

Let's start with Jeremy, he is the son of an Irish father and an Indian mother :0

Jeremy also has an older brother who loves a lot but for some reason his brother does not show that same affection.(Maybe because his brother is Michael Afton's best friend too, yes, he is a bully too, the one with the chica mask.)

It could also be that his brother doesn't treat Jeremy so well because of a strange favoritism of his mother towards Jeremy that Jeremy himself is not aware of:(

[sholiofic]

If you're still taking prompts for Biggles - then Bertie, Algy and Fritz on a hunting weekend in Chedcombe? Maybe make it a casefic where there's robbers/spies/murderers? I imagine Fritz being a very skilled horseman, like his uncle :D

I am back to answer fic prompts! This is a LOVELY prompt, and I don't have a full story in my head for it, but have a little snippet of their weekend <3

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Fritz had been uncertain and shy about the weekend's invitation, but after a slightly awkward car ride and even more awkward introduction to the Chedcombe staff, he was charmed immediately by the horses.

"We've a quiet old lass in the stables here, Lady is her name, you might enjoy her," Bertie suggested, while Fritz was making friends with all the horses, petting and talking to them.

"Oh, but I like this one very much," Fritz said, stroking a silky equine nose. "He's beautiful. I would very much like to ride him. What is his name, please?"

"That's Jupiter, old boy, he might be a bit much for a novice rider, but let's see if he's been getting his daily gallop, what?"

The groom saddled the horses for them. Fritz listened avidly to Bertie's explanations, mounted with a little awkwardness but sat his saddle proudly, adjusting his grip on the reins swiftly at a word from Bertie.

"Let's walk him round a bit, what? Good form, lad," Bertie said happily. "You've ridden before?"

"Only a little. There wasn't much opportunity back home."

"Chip off the old block, I say," Bertie declared, and Fritz flushed and ducked his head. Meanwhile, Algy mounted up on the blue roan hunter he had selected for himself. After a few more turns round the paddock and some corrections to Fritz's seat, Bertie announced them ready for the gallops -- or the walking trails, at least.

"Chip off the old block, what?" Bertie repeated to Algy as they rode behind Fritz, who sat upright and natural, holding the rein self-consciously but with a relaxed grip. Several of the dogs from Bertie's kennels coursed alongside. The well-trained horses danced only a little at the dogs' presence, and Fritz, reacting almost instinctively, tugged his horse back under control when it began to prance.

"Exactly what we all hoped for," Algy said dryly, but he said it quietly, so that Fritz couldn't hear. 

"I told you the lad's a natural. Jolly old Biggles doesn't know what he's missing."

"Jolly old Biggles would be bored off his head in an hour and driving the rest of us up the wall by evening."

Bertie laughed. "Right there with you, right with you. The Chief and Ginger will most likely have found an entire smuggler's den of criminals by the time we're back. Not to speak of old Erich--"

"Let's not speak of him, then," Algy said between his teeth.

But whatever Biggles, Ginger, and (regrettably, in Algy's eyes) von Stalhein might have been getting up to back in London, the Chedcombe parkland and forest lay golden-green and lovely in the afternoon sun. They flushed a pair of foxes, but Bertie called back the dogs -- "Just a married couple on a stroll, let's give 'em a little space" -- and they ended up walking the horses down to a lovely pond with ducks paddling about and pheasants on the far grass. It was a soul-soothing place after all they'd been through, and Fritz looked delighted.

[traffic-light-eyes]

Imagine, after everything is said and done. No more darkness, no more evil-doers, no more overlord. Just peace.

What would the Ninja do next?

Nya would go into techs. Maybe she'd intern or shadow Borg tech, and she'd work there. That's a possibility, but after she learned all she could, she would definitely make her own tech company. She'd be less phone and game tech and more automobile innovations. Maybe she created a new, super-speedy express train. I wouldn't put it past her to invent something akin to teleportation, somehow. That might be far, far into her future. Seeing as her job mostly consists of things that can not touch water, she'd most likely spend some of her time near creeks or waterfalls, just meditating and connecting with her element. Eventually, she might get bored of that and make her tech completely water resistant. Everything. I'll talk about Jay in his section.

Kai might try to become a martial arts teacher again, but he would eventually become less enthusiastic about it due to the many, many kids he had to deal with. Then, he tried to pick up blacksmithing again. He created a nice little shop back in Ignacia, looking almost exactly like his parents'. Years down the line, the ninja + Pixal, Skylor, etc. have a get-together/reunion. Kai and Skylor reignite their spark, and they try long-distance. It got stressful, so Kai decided to drop everything and move near Skylor. He worked odd-jobs and lived in a glorified shack just to be able to go out with her. Skylor offered him a job at the noodle house, and he accepted. Sadly, the noodle house closed down due to a lack of workers - even though Skylor, Kai, and maybe 2 other people put their all into it. It was sad at first, but they decided to make the most of it. Together, they wanted to create a new restaurant - a mixture of Chen's noodles and Kai's family heritage & recipes. They just couldn't figure out the name. What could incorporate both Skylor Chen and Kai Smith? Kai quickly came up with the perfect solution. On a beautiful night out, while Kai walked Skylor back home after a dinner date, they stopped on a bridge to look at the night sky. Kai got down on one knee and proposed to the love of his life. They married and could finally start their restaurant - The Smiths'. It was a hit, and they lived happily every day happily.

Zane left together with Pixal to explore the world. They went place to place, experiencing everything together. They did not marry - not for lack of love, but because they felt their love was so much more to them than some silly social construct. I mean, they are going to live forever, as long as they have the proper maintenance. So, they don't think that they need to marry. Even while traveling, they always make sure to come back for everyone's birthday and for holidays. They bring gifts and recipes and knowledge with them. Once they felt they experienced it all, they returned to Ninjago City and worked with Nya. Well, they didn't really work for her. They just popped up one day, and Nya saw them building in her lab. She let them, and they ended up making an awesome hologram for entertainment. They didn't sell it, but every one in a while, the ninja cuddled up again and watched an almost life-like rendition of a Fritz donnegan movie. Pixal and Zane also decided that they wanted children, eventually. So, they made them. They put parts of themselves into the child and even mixed up their own technical make-up to make their kids: Chip and Mackayla, or Mac.

Lloyd kept training the new Elemental Masters, as he felt it was his duty. He really wanted to be like his uncle and train the next generation to make sure they were good people. He didn't expect his deciples to fight off anything major because his team defeated it, but he still wanted them to know how to fight/good vs bad just in case something terrible happens after he and the rest of the ninja weren't around to help. His students became wonderful and helpful individuals, which is far more than he could ever ask for. Aside from training, he started studying and researching. He grew up in dangerous situations, so it's very difficult for him to sit still and not try to be ready for the supposed next attack. His students and his friends keep him in check, and thankfully, nothing comes to pass. He didn't end up dating anyone, not for lack of desire. He just felt in his bones that he would live a long, long life and didn't want to hurt himself by falling in love. He envies Zane and Pixal a bit because of this, but he'd never say that (they know. They feel terrible but can't do anything about it). They visit a lot, especially after the other ninja pass on. Eventually, a while after they make their kids, they make Lloyd a companion - a friend who can stay forever. He cried when he received the gift. He trains many generations of ninjas and sometimes even uncovers a new way to use the elemental powers or spinjitzu. With each new generation, his students get stronger. He lives a happy, fulfilled life.

Jay and Nya get married immediately. Their celebration of being done with evil was their happy, happy marriage. Everyone was overjoyed with them, and you could even see a misty-eyed Kai if you looked hard enough (it's just allergies, guys, I'm not crying. It's allergies. It's the pollen, I swear). After that, he started working on tech again with Nya. He loves it, but he started to get burnt out. He remembers his time on stage, being the center of attention in both real life and in Prime Empire. He makes a gameshow. It was something silly, at first. Like a "how well do you know the ninja" trivia game. It was super fun and he kept getting asked by producers and directors to host more and more gameshows. He became the Steve Harvey of Ninjago; everyone knew him, everyone watched him. When he openly stated that he was starting to get bored of the trivia-types of stuff, he was asked to act in movies and to host in wipe-out shows because of his expertise in agility. Eventually, when he and Nya decided it was time to have kids, he became the best stay-at-home dad anyone could ask for. He loved it. Sure, he got antsy because of the inactivity, but be quickly cured that by just playing with the kids. They ended up being incredibly sporty because of this.

Cole went to art school, even if he was older than most. He went to art school and became one of the best goddamned artists there are out there. He traveled with Pixal and Zane for a hot sec and made it a point to paint from atop every single mountaintop they reached. His artwork is displayed in many museums. One time, a little kid walked up to him and asked him to teach her how to be a good artist. So, he did. After asking her parents, of course (they were very, very starstruck when their daughter came home one day with Cole FUCKING Brookstone, the famous artist, the black ninja, one of the saviors of ninjago). She became like a daughter to him, and was even allowed to travel places with him. She became a wonderful artist under his tutelage, and gained a lot of recognition for just training under him. He realized he had a passion for teaching, and his young student (with a lot of persistence) got him to start his own little art school. He made sure not to broadcast his name or face on the building, because he didn't want people to come just because he was who he was. It became very, very successful and a lot of people have a superstition that being in Cole's presence gives you the ability to draw/paint. This is only mildly true (due to his insane ability to teach), but the Ninja make sure tease him about it. (Kai joined a class one day just to mess with him and was very surprised when he ended up leaving the building with a beautiful, realistic portrait of Skylor. They hung it on their wall and they're still baffled on how it happened.)

Welp. There you go. Here's what I came up with

[sailorspica]

oooh now i’m curious: do you prefer krista spelt as krista or christa? i’ve seen both ways and i’m not sure which is the more common one

i am so glad you ask because i can expand on all of these for paragraphs, short answer: krista. it's the spelling used in the kodansha USA manga, and i like the regional diversity of hopping up to northern europe among mostly german and anglo names. since ymir is in the norse edda, they get to be strange (gay) together

but i think my preference is more strongly anti-christa, because any additional degree of separation from its origin helps AoT obfuscate its intentions with the royal family for a bit longer. now i don't think iseyama is versed in abrahamic religions at all, but using the references he does for eldia brings with it way more connotations than he probably imagined, which i think ultimately work out in his and historia's favor. christian theology under the cut

"christ" comes from the greek translation of the hebrew bible that predates jesus by like, two centuries: messiah (hebrew) -> khristos (greek) -> christus (latin) -> christ (anglicized). so if not a semitic word itself, it is a semantic stand-in for the jewish concept of an anointed one whose earliest mention is in exodus. pair that with historia's uncle Uri, the most hebraic name in all of AoT from the archangel Uriel, and we're courting christian antisemitism as old as the church itself, specifically replacement theology that claims christians are god's new + better chosen people

this reading casts jesus and mary as the new adam and eve (yes, disgusting), which condemns eve to elevate mary, but in the most rational, atheistic reading of christ's conception? mary was, like founder ymir, a teenage rape victim, and the claim that she was descended from david made this traumatic birth everybody's business since the anointed one was supposed to be ben david. personally i see no fucking way for mary's circumstances to be an improvement on eve's, and many a happy satanist will say eve saved rather than damned humanity

consider the last fritz king's will, and the whole premise of "eldian atonement" echoes this eve-mary binary where eve = ymir fritz and mary = a succession of royal founder shifters, but particularly the reisses. this gets extra gross in the manga because we hear the purest, bloodiest version of the fritz king's intentions from frieda's mouth (mostly to grisha but briefly in historia's memories), wholly condemning her ancestor as sinful and evil when she, too, is a young woman subordinated to a man's will

historia is a bit of the anti-mary (anti-christ) because the whole scene in the chapel caverns where rod reiss is the only person in all of AoT to use extremely theistic language is a kind of twist on the annunciation to mary, where historia says "fuck no," and that's beautiful. the implication is if mary of nazareth had a girlfriend who told her to live her life with pride we would not have christianity/most of the world's evils

so anyway: krista. as fun and ironic and obvious CHRISTa is with this interpretation, i like krista for being slightly off the mark

[ntls-24722]

originally the title for smallest MM in my roster went to this one DJMM that was literally just a peacock spider but the latest bot in town swipes that title right out from beneath all 8 of his feet

( i understand a macrophage would be significantly smaller than him, but)

he wins at a mere half a millimeter. so small

When he is not delivering medicine and getting beat up by people's immune systems he finds himself in his own moss patch, hanging out with other tardigrades. he talks to them but he doesn't realize that the other tardigrades are not quite as intelligent as he is.

[casually tears your face apart]

TEEHEEHEE THE ANTENNAE COILING <33333 WJSBRUWNSOFBWH

okay so 2 things

A. even though Volupe is named after the very pretty Chrysilla Volupe, Volupe is in fact not inspired off of that spider, but Giant Spider Fritz is

B. okay so. there is such a really unique bit of intimacy with the Giant Spider Fritz AU not just because Fritz is finally the perfect size for loving on Comet but also because Fritz has fallen in love with Comet partially because of what Comet is.

Being near Comet, from Fritz's perspective is a very interesting experience to be around because Comet is just so massive that he can feel his heartbeat through the floor near him, the boom in his breath and voice and the melodies his body naturally produces that is also incredibly unique and alien to him leaves him fascinated even when he wasn't in love and now that he is, he has this appreciation for Comet's body that makes him find Comet very beautiful and getting to have and being those traits that he thought was utterly divine on Comet is an experience that is, erm, gonna make him stupid lovesick

that and Fritz just thinks giant spiders are cool and now that he's one, the planet is at his mercy. His larger than life body now holds his larger than life personality.

also, comet, despite being afraid of giant spiders would find fritz's bright colors very attractive. very conflicting emotions for my guy here

bonus loverboy

he looks exactly like his original sketch but younger and with little glasses on. clark kent method

[zipzapzopzoop]

There's a Great Big Beautiful Tomorrow

Chapter 27: Hide and Seek

“Again, Franny?”

A teenage Art scolded the girl as he drove the battered pizza delivery car. It smelled like pizza inside. He only just got it back from the police station after it was stolen. It nearly cost him his job, so he wasn’t exactly in the best mood. “We’ve been over this! You can’t kiss the frogs!”

Franny crossed her arms with a pout. Her brother wasn’t thrilled about having to pick her up early because she was ill. Only a bit! She was doing better now!

“If they weren’t meant to be kissed, why do they look so cute and dumb and kissable!” She exclaimed, holding Frankie up to emphasize her point. “See him? Look at him. Look at him, Art… Art, you’re not looking-” “I see him, Fran. You know he’s supposed to stay at home-”

“STOP!” 

Art slammed down on the breaks and held his arm in front of his sister. The car skidded to an abrupt halt, the poor frog flying from the girl’s hands and plopping into the windshield with a ‘slap!’

“What!? What is it?!”

“Lewis lives that way!” She pointed. “He hasn’t come to school in a few days and I want to make sure he’s okay!”

“Fran, I’m certain he’s fine-”

“Please!” “It would be rude to stop by unannounced-”

“Please! We’ll just knock and ask!”

She gave her brother the biggest puppy dog eyes she could. “Please? For me?”

Art only looked unimpressed. “That’s not going to work this time.”

She leaned in and gave him a big hug, somehow making her eyes even bigger.

“For your favorite baby sister?” Art scowled and looked away. She responded by holding Frankie up next to his face. Even as he tried to look away, she moved Frankie to follow. “Pwease? Fow Fwankie?”

Art threw up his arms in defeat. “Fine! Just leave the frog at home tomorrow.”

Franny leaned into Frankie and chuckled. “Not gonna happen.”

“What?”

She held Frankie up again. “Frankie was just telling me that you’re the best brother ever!”

Art breathed a heavy sigh and put on his turn signal. 

“What am I going to do with you?”

——————

While Wilbur tuned everything out, Lewis did all he could to listen in.

“My biggest concern is that these people know who we are and are trying to get ahold of us,” rather than his usual expressive and broad tone, Art spoke low and quiet, as if they weren’t the only people in the house.

“That’s ridiculous. This bozo here and I were arrested and they let us go!”

“Please calm down, honey. The important thing is that you’re with us. We don’t know these people or their motives just yet. We may have just gotten lucky.”

Franny put a hand on Laszlo’s shoulder, making a mental note to ask about getting arrested later. “How are the maps coming along?” Laszlo brightened a bit, seemingly eager to change the topic and escape being the center of attention. “Good. Here, they’re all done.” He handed them to Franny.

“Alright!” Franny spoke up, quieting the rest of the room. She placed the maps on the center of the table. “Role call. What are some points of interest? Where did everyone start out?”

Everyone pointed to different spots around the Midtown map. Wilbur pointed to Joyce Williams Elementary. “There. They wouldn’t let me leave.”

Fritz pointed to downtown. Petunia pointed to an alleyway behind a toy store. Laszlo pointed to a church. Art to a bowling alley. Lefty to a bookstore. Finally, Franny to a car demolition site. Lewis took a pen and marked where each person pointed.

“Who are we missing?” Fritz put on a pair of reading glasses and got another piece of paper. Lefty meanwhile decided to clean up the kitchen.

“Our damn daughter for starters?” Petunia squawked. Fritz nervously wrote down names as the others suggested. 

“Alright, so that’s Tallulah, Billie, Gaston, Joe, Bud, and Lucille.. God, I hope they’re okay…” he put his head in his hand. 

Laszlo suddenly went still and took on a worried expression.

“What if… Those people who went after me… What if they have Tallulah?”

They all looked up, nobody having the heart to confirm the likelihood of the possibility.

A knock at the door suddenly brought them into the abrupt present.

Lewis turned to his family in a panic. “Hide! Now!” He whispered as loud as he could without being heard outside.

“Hello! It’s Franny! Are you home? Can I come in? Your door’s unlocked!”

Suddenly the kitchen became a mad scramble for everyone to hide. 

Franny slowly pushed the front door open. She turned and gave a grin and thumbs up to her brother sitting in the car. He looked puzzled. They let her in? Huh.

“Lewis!” Franny called out as she stepped into the empty home. “It’s just me! I’m here to make sure you’re not dead!” She stepped into the kitchen, not noticing the rapid shuffling by the figures hidden just out of sight. The house smelled like bacon and eggs, so someone was just here. Franny didn’t see the two pairs of eyes (one of which were fake) watching from the pantry. Petunia opened her mouth but Fritz quickly covered it and shook his head.

“Lewis! Are you having a breakfast party?” Franny turned to look at the table while a camouflaged Lefty slowly moved from his spot on the wall up to the ceiling, changing his color to match his surroundings. There was an open iBook on the table. Cool! She and Lewis would play games on it sometimes when she’d visit. To her confusion, there were no games, just pictures of the city. Just out of her sight, Wilbur stood balanced on a door, holding Buster under an arm. He silently shushed the dog. Suddenly, his foot slipped but he was snatched up by a long tentacle arm.

Some drawn maps with crosses on them caught her eye, next to it a list of names. “‘Tallulah, Billie, Gaston…’” she read aloud. “Hey, I know a Gaston,” Franny spoke to nobody in particular.

The girl jumped up when she thought she saw the curtains move slightly. She didn’t see the figure flinch and huddle back behind the curtain. “Hey! Who’s there? I know karate!” 

Franny snuck up to the curtain, her arms raised. She yanked the curtain back and jumped into position. “Hiya!” 

…There was nobody there.

Franny stood for a moment. Huh… She went back to the pictures on the table, failing to notice Laszlo, now on top of the curtain rail, breathing a sigh of relief. That was close.

She looked over the papers again, trying to figure them out. A pen fell and rolled under the table, stopping right next to the girl’s older counterpart, who had been using the table as a hiding place. “Dang it.” She felt the ground with her arm, but couldn’t seem to find the pen. Mrs.Robinson held her breath when the girl moved to look underneath the table-

“WAIT!” Lewis ran in and Franny jumped up. Mrs.Robinson took the time to crawl away.

“There you are, Lewis! Where have you been? Are you okay?” Lewis hurried over and ushered Franny another way so that she wouldn’t see Uncle Art huddled behind one of the counters. “Yeah, I’m good! Just some… family in town! Been spending some time catching up.” 

“Neat! Oh my gosh I totally forgot! I found a robot! At school!” Lewis froze. “What?” “Yeah! He’s in the janitor’s closet and he’s made of gold! And he’s got an ‘R’ for robot on his chest!”

Lewis grabbed Franny’s shoulders. “You have to show me! ASAP!”

A bright grin spread across Franny’s face. “Way ahead of ya!”

The two went running out the front door, Franny unaware of her friend’s panic, mistaking it for curiosity. “You should fix him up so he can be our friend!” “That’s the plan!”

The moment the door shut, the entire family fell from their hiding spots, breathing a collective sigh of relief.

Way. Too. Close.

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[chaotic-history]

History questions 1, 6, and 9 👀

Thanks for the ask!!

I'm sure no one will be surprised to hear that it's Voltaire lol. Love that weird little guy

6- Military unit?

If we're talking type of unit, cavalry. If we're talking more specifically, is the Band of Thebes too basic of answer? I know basically nothing about military history lol.

9- Favourite historical film?

I'm torn between 1776 and Mein Name Ist Bach. 1776 is *better* imo, but... Mein Name Ist Bach deserves to be a cult classic. That movie fucked me up because ough Fritz saying he felt trapped and isolated by his father and then Amalia saying Fritz was taking away everyone she loved from her... And then the weird gay-adjacent scene with Fritz and Bach's son in the stables? Maupertuis' fluorescent dog poo? The whole thing ending with V looking like THAT while it's pouring rain on the shitty Prussian roads and the parallel between him and Bach?? We need more history movies that are just an hour and a half of mental illness dialed to 100; I want to see this same movie about like Caesar or Alexander or someone, screw the military stuff, I want sad wet mental illness, artsy gay drama, and interpersonal problems.

Two vaguely relevant Voltaire quotes, aka I just really like them especially the second one:

"A canal that connects two seas, a picture by Poussin, a beautiful tragedy, a discovered truth, are things a thousand times more precious than all the annals of the court, all the narratives of war. You know that with me great men rank first, 'heroes' last. I call great men all those who have excelled in the useful and agreeable. The ravagers of provinces are mere heroes" - Letter to Thieriot, 15 July 1735

"Great king, I love heroes very much when their mind gives them over to sweet pastimes, to kind words; for then they are at rest and they don't harm anyone. I love Caesar, that brilliant man Caesar, whose fortunate hand, destined to win all the laurels, makes Rome great and ordains for it another sky and another year. I love Caesar in the arms of the mistress who yields to him. I laugh and am not perturbed to see him, young and attractive, above and under Nicomedes. I admire him more than Cato, for he is tender and magnanimous, eloquent like Cicero, and sometimes cheerful, sometimes sublime, like a king whose name I will not say. But I lose a little of my esteem for him when he crosses the Rubicon, and I cry when this great man, good poet and good orator, having fought so hard for Rome, fights Rome to the point of its misfortune." - Letter to Frederick, June 1743 (originally was a poem but I hate translating poems)

[sarahsmi13s]

Didn’t Like Me That Much

(not my gif)

pairing: ex!bradley ‘rooster’ bradshaw x reader

characters: bradley bradshaw, reader, billy avalone (fritz), natasha trace, the squad

warnings: angst, heartbreak, loss of feelings, unrequited love, forgiveness, i believe that’s all

word count: ~2.2k

a/n: this is inspired by a song and more specifcally this tiktok

also, most of this will be in a memory

post 2/3?

quick summary: you had fallen in love with bradley - who just didn’t like you that much

You looked in the mirror, adjusting your outfit for going to the beach with your boyfriend.

“Honey, are you sure you’re okay with going? He’s gonna be there,” Fritz asked, wiping down his sunglasses on his shirt. You nodded, “I’ll be okay, Billy. I promise.” He slipped his sunglasses on, “Okay, but if you get even the slightest bit uncomfortable, tell me and we’ll leave.” “Okay.”

Truth was, you would be just fine. You had come to terms with your break up with Bradley Bradshaw a long time ago. You no longer held ill feelings towards the man and were actually thankful for the breakup; it led you to the man in front of you that loved you with everything he had and didn’t have.

You gave Fritz a big smile and grabbed his hand, “Come on, I know you hate being late.”

********

As Billy drove from your place to the Hard Deck, you couldn’t help but to think about your relationship with Bradley.

You hadn’t really spoken sense the break up, getting the occasional update from Natasha on how he was.

But now you were about to see him and you had no idea what to say.

****

You were Natasha's roommate for the longest time. You’ve been friends with her ever since middle school and you stayed best friends as you got older.

That’s how you met Bradley.

Phoenix had come home one holiday season with a stray attached to her hip.

“Y/N, this is Rooster, he’s the one I’ve been telling you about. Rooster, this is my roommate and best friend, Y/N.” He shook your hand, “Nice to meet you, Phoenix has told me a lot about you.” You smiled, “Same here, it’s nice to put a face to the name. Well, face to the call sign.”

He laughed at your little joke and you thought it may have been the prettiest laugh you had ever heard.

****

It hadn’t taken you long to fall for him, it was quite easy actually.

Bradley had done everything right, whether he did it consciously or not. You had fallen in love.

And Bradley thought he had as well. You were great; beautiful, funny, sensitive, and caring. He definitely had some feelings for you, but he incorrectly labeled them.

But he didn’t know. So, he acted on his feelings and asked you on a date – to which of course you said yes.

Things were great for the first few months, but then Bradley realized that he didn’t love you like he originally thought. But he wanted this to work, he really did, and you were so happy, he didn’t want to hurt you. So he kept up his act.

However, he fell into a routine.

And that routine lasted for months before you decided to stop denying it.

“Hey, Bradley, can we talk?” You asked over the phone, biting your nail as you leaned on the kitchen counter. Your heart was racing as you tried not to sound like you had been crying. “Yeah of course. I’ve been meaning to talk to you.”

Rooster had also reached his breaking point with his charade. He needed to come clean and break up with you before it eventually turned into fighting. Maybe you could try again later; you know ‘right person, wrong time’.

When Bradley got to yours and Natasha’s place, he went in and found you on the couch.

You were hugging a pillow and staring blankly at the coffee table.

He cautiously sat down beside you, “Hey, what’s up Sweetheart?” You rested your chin on top of the pillow. “Do you like me?” He blinked for a second, processing your question. “Of course I like you.”

That’s when you looked at him, “But do you love me?”

His throat dried up. Neither of you had said the three words yet, but you had other ways of saying it.

“Where is this coming from?” He reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear but you dodged his hand. “Y/N…”

You sniffled, “Are you trying to hurt me? Was this whole relationship just a scheme to get off on making someone fall in love with you?” You didn’t yell the words, barely said them above a whisper – mainly because you were just speaking from a place of pain and insecurity and didn’t really believe them.

But you wanted him to see what his actions, no matter how they were intended, had done to you.

“No. God, no, Y/N. I would never want to hurt you-” “Well you did, Rooster.” This time you practically hissed out the call sign like it burnt your tongue. But you still didn’t raise your voice, and that’s what hit him the hardest.

You started to play with your nails, picking at the skin around them and not looking at the pilot anymore. 

“We need to break up.” 

Rooster nodded, even though you couldn’t see him. “I think that might be the best for now. But please know I didn’t intend to hurt you…”

You weren’t sure why you expected him to fight and want to stay together. He had checked out a while ago.

You looked up at him, a tear slipping past your eye that he wanted to wipe away. “Then why did you do it?” He opened his mouth, but his words had left him. 

There was no reasoning of his actions that would change how you felt or what they did to you. He closed his mouth and frowned, disappointed in himself.

Nodding and tonguing your lip, you played with the throw pillow. “You should go. I don’t want Nat to see us like this.”

Rooster swallowed, but nodded, “Okay.” He slowly stood up, pausing as if he were about to say something. But instead he gently left a lingering kiss on your cheek, his mustache consequently catching the tear that fell. “I’m sorry.”

He walked to the door, opening it and pausing to look at you, “Goodbye, Y/N.” “Goodbye, Bradley.”

Bradley leaned against the door and ran his hand down his face.

He was relieved to not be acting anymore, but he felt horrible for how he hurt you. He pushed off the door and went to his Bronco.

****

When Phoenix came home she found you stirring tea while staring down at the table.

She sat her gym bag down, eyes skeptical as she walked up to you. She sat down across from you, gently lifting your chin. “Hey honey, what’s wrong?”

You sniffled and pulled back from her, “Rooster and I broke up.”

Her jaw dropped. She had thought you both were great together. “What happened? I thought you guys were in love?”

You pushed away from the table, standing up and throwing your arms out, “Well you thought wrong Nat!” She flinched a little, not expecting the outburst. You took a few deep, angry breaths in through your nose as you paced.

But they soon turned into short breaths that then turned into sobs as you slid down the wall and cried into your hands.

Nat was right by your side, “Oh Y/N, I’m so sorry.” She pulled you into her lap and your head fell onto her shoulder, “What did I do wrong?” Her fingers combed through your hair, “Nothing, you did nothing wrong.”

She sighed, “Maybe it was just a ‘right person, wrong time’ situation. Rooster’s never been great at expressing his emotions. Give him time.”

“Give him time…”

*****

You tried but you couldn’t do it.

Then you got a job offer and, despite it moving you states away for your best friend, you took it.

And that’s how you met the aviator that currently held your heart and had shown you just how much he loved you everyday.

**********

“Y/N? Sweetheart, we’re here,” Fritz pulled you out of your memory.

“Hm? Oh, okay,” you reached down to unbuckle your belt, but his hand stopped you. “Are you sure you’re okay?” You smiled and kissed his cheek, “I’m positive.” He smiled and kissed your lips.

You went through the Hard Deck to get to the beach, saying ‘hi’ to Jimmy as you passed the bar and grabbed a drink.

When you got to the beach, Fritz introduced you to everyone.

“Y/N! Oh my gosh! Is that you?” You wiped around at the sound of Phoenix’s voice. “Phoenix!” You ran up to her and embraced her, nearly falling into the sand.

You hadn’t seen her in so long, but when Billy told you she was on with this detachment you were ecstatic to see her.

“I can’t believe you’re here! What are you doing here?” She asked when you pulled away. “I’m here with my boyfriend.” “Boyfriend? Who?”

Fritz wrapped his arms around you, “That would be me, Nix.” “Fritz?! You’re with Fritz Avalone?” You nodded, smiling at him before looking at her, “The one and only.” Billy kissed your cheek before leaving to go set up the bonfire.

Phoenix smiled and squeezed your arm, “You look really happy.” You nodded, looking at where Billy was tossing sand at Harvard. “I am. He makes me so happy. I love him so much.”

Nat couldn’t help but the soaring of her heart. She loved to see you so happy. You’re her best friend and after what happened with Rooster, seeing you so in love, more in love than you had been with Rooster, made her happy for you.

Bradley was happy for you too.

He had made a snack run and when he came back, he saw Fritz tackling you into the sand.

When Phoenix had told him what happened after he left, he felt terrible. He tried to talk to you and reconcile, maybe become friends, but you ignored him. You’d cut him off completely.

And he couldn’t blame you. He’d hurt you; you had every right to not want to talk to him or see him.

He watched from afar, seeing you smile and laugh with Billy. He wanted to wait for you to approach him, let you set the pace.

And after a while you had caught his eye from across the beach as Fritz twirled you. But you didn’t come up to him.

****

After Fritz danced with you in the sand and the sun got close to setting, Billy left to get the fire started.

You went over to the cooler and grabbed two beers.

“Hey, Y/N.” Rooster’s timid voice hit your ears from behind you.

You turned and smiled at him, “Hi, Bradley.” He glanced over to where Fritz was, “So, you and Avalone?” You nodded, smiling over your shoulder and Billy, “Yeah, me and Avalone.”

You met each other’s eyes again and he smiled at you, “You seem happy.” “I’m very happy.” He nodded, “That’s good. I’m glad.” “Thank you.”

It was silent for a moment.

“I’m sorry,” Rooster apologized, breaking the uncomfortable air.

You shook your head, “It’s okay.” “It’s not. You didn’t deserve what I did.” “I know, but I’m not upset. Not anymore. I came to terms with it.”

He was confused. “But I-” “I know, Brad. It took me a while, but I realized something when I was healing.” His eyes lit up with curiosity, but he didn’t ask.

“Phoenix had told me something that day, that maybe we were just a case of ‘right person, wrong time’ but that’s not what you were,” you sat down in a beach chair and he followed suit.

“I had made you out to be this villain after we broke up,” you chuckled sadly. “But you weren’t some evil mastermind, you didn’t try to hurt me on purpose.”

He cut in, “But I did-” You held a hand up, “Let me finish.”

You sighed, “I thought that you wanted to attempt and ruin my life, with the whole act you put up those last few months.” You grabbed his hands, “But, I know now, that it wasn’t deliberate. It wasn’t some big plan or grad scheme. You didn’t target me, you’d never do that. And I know that.” You sighed again, pulling your hands away to wipe them on your legs.

“But I am an idiot,” you chuckled again. “So it’s not your fault that I fell in love with someone who just didn’t like me that much.”

Rooster gave you a sad smile, “I truly am sorry for my actions. But I want to emphasize that my loss of feelings had nothing to do with you. They just-” “Roos, I get it. Things happen, feelings change. Maybe they weren’t there to begin with and it felt like it was too late to go back. But I’m not angry with you anymore.”

“So you forgive me?” You rested a hand on his arm, “I forgave you a long time ago.” You stood up and brought him with you. You gave him a hug.

You pulled back, “So forgive yourself, Rooster.” He nodded and ran a hand over his mouth. You gave him a smile before grabbing the two drinks and going over to Fritz.

“Here’s your drink.” Billy took it and smiled, “Thank you.” He kissed your forehead, “What did you and Bradshaw talk about?”

You smiled and glanced over at where Rooster was talking to Maverick. He looked at you and smiled back, giving you a nod and tipping his drink at you.

You let out a sigh of relief, this weight being lifted off your chest.

“I forgave him.”

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