#how about some i don't know delight? maybe just some chillness?
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wretched. there it is. that's the word. i am feeling wretched. wretched is the word that describes how i am feeling today. wretched. what an interesting word. like the past participle of a verb, "to wretch", but the suffix is syllabic. wretchèd. [ˈɹɛtʃˌəd]. like beloved, but only if you pronounce beloved as three syllables, which as we know not everyone does, and not under all circumstances. is there such a verb, to wretch? was the participle ever pronounced as a single syllable? was the simple past pronounced as one? wretch'd. to speak it is an awkwardness. affricate then plosive. and would the plosive be devoiced? i suppose it would have to be. wretcht. [ˈɹɛtʃt]. i am wretcht. the day has wretcht me. my body, my wretch'd body. am i then a wretch? a wretch that has been wretch'd, a wretch that is wretchèd. how clumsy it feels in the mouth. the double recoil of the tongue, the jaw, the lips. the ricochet. not the rolling, like marbles, of "miserable". wretch'd is an implosion; miserable, a controlled fall down a flight of stairs. and wretchèd, two syllables, is a word that is spit, but only in despair. wretchèd, the sharp sting of my body describing its own misery.
#the good thing about being an overdramatic nerd is that sometimes your inner monologue can distract you from#whatever is actually upsetting you. just describe your negative feelings and then get distracted by the words you use#in your description#and then really lean into it. that part is important. if you are not mentally on a fainting couch with the back of your hand draped#over your eyes then fare thee well but i can't help you#fun with words#my posts#my body hurts and my. soul. hurts. i have so many emotions that i'm yoyoing between but there aren't even any fun ones in there#just bouncing back and forth between irritation and weepiness and self-pity#how about some i don't know delight? maybe just some chillness?#no? okay i will continue feeling sorry for myself then. carry on 👍
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summer scions!! I absolutely love the new portraits for all their smug happy expressions. Except Y'shtola, who is not going to deign to give a camera a proper saucy look because that's silly. Urianger is smirking twice as hard on her behalf.
Glam review under the cut!
I unlocked Alphinaud first of the twins and didn't know Alisaie had a little necktie yet, so I'm deducting a point from my first impression because the sheer delight that he had a silly little necktie of some sort no matter the situation delighted me so thoroughly. Since they're still engaging in matchy twin dressing to some degree, I have to assume they either like it and won't admit it after digging in so hard, or Ameliance sent them off with cute outfits and matching backpacks, and they still don't really shop for themselves.
He's got the practical watch/compass gloves which are good for a technically proficient Sage and probably the most practical gear he's ever worn except for when he was poncho Alphy, but wearing ankle-length jeans seem like the least weather-appropriate choice of the Scions if we assume their average skin coverage is a good weathervane for the temperature in Tural. I chalk it up to teenage awkwardness.
8/10 unless he and Alisaie chose their outfits themselves, in which case it's a 9/10
I think Alisaie is the only Scion to keep a single piece of their default gear, and those are her usual gloves. She's colour-matched around it.
Because of the gloves and boots, she looks the most ready for hardcore hiking, somehow, and her matching Alphinaud with a cute button down shirt with rolled up sleeves along with that particular choice of baggier shorts (when she normally wears more form fitting shorts) do give me the closest to butch vibes it's probably likely to get for main characters. So I'm giving her an extra point I stole from Alphinaud for the lesbian vibes.
9/10 or 10/10 if she made these choices all by herself.
Everything about this cracks me up, from his portrait above to the image of him tanking open shirted once he pulls mobs.
Believe it or not, he's getting an additional point for those shoes simply because the competition in practicality in tanking is G'raha.
I had a moment of excitement when I thought the necklace was pink because that's always a cute Ryne/Minfillia thing fanartists give him with ribbons and such, but once I got zoomed in on him it was red, so I guess he's just been shopping. Although, the turquoise shorts are her eye colour and the actual large diamond shapes are secretly Mothercrystal coded in those colours, which just cracks me up that you can pick out one of the worse days of his life (Urianger's grand Warrior of Darkness plan) in his Chill Summer Beach Vibes look.
Douchebag beach bro shell bracelet as well, which really makes me double down on him and Urianger spending way too much on tourist bait along the stalls in the Famous Turali Market. The hat and sunglasses are giving him one of the Most tourist-y looks thematically reflecting how a lot of the Scion guys were just here to hang out, narratively or literally. Maybe he's trying not to get such an intense tan again, which is the only reason he's not entirely topless.
11/10 I could not stop laughing when I got him and Urianger to 100 and Beheld The Brilliance in the same moment.
Please note the raised sunglasses in Urianger's portrait, which are not the model his character uses.
I am delighted that I had been incorporating that island watch into my healer glams on both the logic you need to know your clock positionals but also they're largely the smarty pants jobs (WHM being vibes only aside - it gets its own glams :P). And here's Urianger and Alphinaud both using watches.
Now, I had a moment of being vaguely disappointed he had trousers not a skirt or something else swishy and androgynous, but then I did realise that I, a nonbinary weirdo who relates to Urianger since he made me nonbinary, have actually gone to a couple of garden parties dressed in some variation of this exact outfit of light trousers and a nice button up. Plus, the earrings are in both ears, so no "Google, which ear is the gay one?", these are just straight up cute femme dangly earrings with his favourite little dudes on.
More importantly, the colours he's repping are those of Lopporit Radio. He probably tunes in every night for his broadcasts :')
Mirrored sunglasses for the guy notorious for keeping thoughts and plans close to his chest and choosing deliberately to be enigmatic even when it serves zero purpose except for I guess gender affirming care. (The gender is Weird Bitch.)
I can't tell how I feel about those dad sandals. I suppose it depends if he's wearing them like a fashion model (brand new and clean with perfect pedicured feet) or if those are REALLY dad at the beach-like and, since I'm not a foot person, this for me is only a choice between "not off-putting" and "AURGH".
9/10 the proximity to Thancred hauls him up several points of misgivings I had, and the lopporit shout outs are killing me :')
I unlocked Y'shtola last and holy fuck I am a lesbian. I don't even recognise where those boots come from, so either a really expensive glam or something I just have not stumbled on. She has toe rings I think? And painted nails? I have no idea if the garter (?) is part of the boots glam or a custom thing as result of not recognising the boots and how much of them is normal. I feel like they customised a lot on her anyway - the back of her top has purple beads that match her staff (not dyable on the real piece)
and I think the necklace has to be part of the top instead of a separate necklace piece with the way it hangs, AND the bracelets are a glove piece with the original summer glam, but I assume they're layered with the false nails, also in the glove slot. All in all it's giving the sort of effort which is starting to creep up to what I'd expect from the modding community not the game. I mean, not THAT good but getting close. Baby steps towards what fandom can make :P
She really is god's favourite meow meow.
Anyway I can't really judge this fairly because it's really hot and I love her so I'm just going to give it 100/10 and move on. :)
how did I get a picture where Estinien looks like he's stooping to get in the frame...
The fact he has Azure Dragoon Blue Top and then Violently Nidhogg Fuchsia shorts is the colour theory that absolutely killed me. When he lights up during his burst and starts glowing pink all over his shorts are like. Taking him over like the eye once did I think.
love a guy who can embrace his past trauma and dress to match all that has passed before and all that he intends to do now (kill something large and tasty, grill it on the beach, fall asleep with a beer in hand until the waves come in and wake him up).
I gave him that wooden bracelet in the glam he has on my desktop screen so once again I'm feeling weirdly vindicated.
Other details: no ponytail despite the warm weather because he's got enough ventilation. The fact there's cactaurs on his shirt when he's on record for eating them is amazing. We should imagine he's wearing his jobstone like that pendant (since he's one of the only guys with a confirmed jobstone despite being the Guy Without A Job notoriously that one time.)
Unlike Thancred's hat and sunglasses combo, which seems fun and boisterous somehow, he seems the most walled off of all the sunglasses wearers even though he's not the most mysterious. The visor really helps make it a sort of wall. Maybe just because his terse upfront personality and somehow despite his clothes horse habits THIS amount of whimsy seems the most out of character at first glance, but he DOES look uncomfortable to me.
Somehow I find everything about this outfit excellent for his character but also like maybe he was forced into it, everyone cornering him and telling him the Scion Beach Party was a mandatory work event and he was not allowed to beg off of it and he did put some work in expressing himself but also is going to go find a much quieter corner to lurk in for the day, when not competing with Thancred (can't grill, loves it) for the barbeque (Estinien can grill, would only do it because the threat of Thancred doing it wrong is too high).
confused 7/10 mostly because I think Krile is blackmailing him and not because I don't love everything about this.
Here's how G'reenha Tia can still win -
Anyway here's the deducted point for tanking in flip flops (PERFECTLY acceptable BLM gear btw but he's Mr Versatile.)
(I joke but the main character of my novels is a flip-flop wearing menace who could and would tank in them)
Between the padlock and key necklace and the woven bracelet right after we all went feral over the Thavnarian bracelets for couples thing so recently (and Corvos is just across the water!) he's absolutely dripping cutie pie love interest coding yet again.
(Also yes I know the lock and key thing is very funny because we were introduced to him learning he was a fancy key to a big door.)
Gains a point back because the other green g'raha thing is I'm pretty sure people use this shirt glam because it kinda looks like it has weed on it.
Don't quote me on that, vibes only.
Anyway he came colour coordinated (with his original eye colour and hair colour not the bright Allagan dalamud red dye that goes with his normal outfit) so so precise and neat, like he's going to some sort of formal event, and even with flip flops he really does seem incredibly put together like the twins or Y'shtola, just for full outfit cohesiveness.
As someone who would hold G'raha's hand on the romantic gondola vibe, 10/10.
3 out of 10 and a huge cringe if you would not. He's got to stop Striving.
Hey it's the star of the show!! Adorable hairstyle out, cute plot-important earring on, and wearing her exact character colours but adorable beach wear :)
I love that she looks kind of like she went to the girls for advice and got the top from Y'shtola and the shorts from Alisaie, and she probably was very serious and stressed about getting this right even though there's no rules and no one's judging her -
oops.
Anyway the ballet shoes are adorable and go with all the cute picto spins and twirls :)
I think the strict colour scheme does speak to the slight lack of fleshing out she got so far in the story (we don't really have any real character reason that picto in particular spoke to her and this glam isn't one of the many fun takes people had on how to dress to meet that brief ). I don't think DT did more than just repeat that she's serious and sweet and trying really hard to get out of her shell and be more fun and creative and also she's been practicing dodging really hard she shouts mid-Trust combat (bless her). But ALSO getting out of the shell is really hard and she only found out everything and got some closure in the final level 100 quests so there wasn't really much to do with her after that.
This is like her First Non-Plot-Critical Whimsy Moment and losing the hood or any cat ears entirely (and there are perfectly functional cat ears to wear in game) is a good step considering we know she wears it precisely because she needed a sort of advance PR campaign to make her look cute and approachable before she opened her mouth and started bringing down the vibe (serious scary children are SO funny though and i love that for her). Having the same top as Y'shtola is a good thing for trying to make her less childish and have her trying to show that now as she takes this huge step out from the background. I mean, it still has a slight sense of her costuming herself and pushing herself out of comfort zones as she always does, but it's 100% in character so I adore it.
1000/10 because Krile is great and there's so much going on here and it's so fun when a character's whole personality is a costume and then they're like aurgh wait do I even want that??
#ffxiv#dawntrail spoilers#I love these goobers#enough to level all the jobs through Trust rather than more varied and faster means :')
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"𝕯𝖔𝖓'𝖙 𝖙𝖊𝖘𝖙 𝖒𝖊." — YANDERE DAN HENG · IMBIBITOR LUNAE x FEMALE READER
𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐆𝐎𝐑𝐘 — nsfw, short prompt 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 — Not proofread! Use of profanities, non-consensual display of affection, obsessive & possessive behavior, (brief insinuations/mentions of) breeding kink. Dan Heng bites and marks reader. notation: any character participants are aged 18 and up. just for the record. I don't write sexual content for minors. please know that.
"I warned you," he huffed with mild irritation, as he thrusted himself inside of you for what seemed to be another, countless time. "Don't test me."
It was a bad enough idea when you had decided to argue, telling him that you'd find a way out, pointing out all the individual flaws of the manner in which he kept you trapped.
You'd begun to find solutions to your inescapable cage with this man, and it filled him with indignation, because he was entirely enraptured by you, and he refused to let you go. The very thought of you escaping was something he couldn't stand.
Being all alone was the last thing he needed. Break his arms and legs, but he'll cling to you like there's no one else he loves more and needs.
But seeing as how you'd decided to try and make an attempt to escape, he had zero intent to let you go now, more than ever. He pondered on just what he'd do to finally ingrain in your head somewhere that you were not going to be leaving – not anytime soon, nor any time later.
He was fine doing anything and everything to keep you by his side.
He'd pump you full of his seed, fill you up with his cum day and night, if it'd remind you that you had no one and no place to go but him and only him, that you were meant to stay with him forever. You would be his and his alone. Right?
He couldn't bear the thought of someone else taking you away from him. With all that he's gone through, he at the very least deserves this. Wouldn't you agree?
Even so, you'd grown accustomed to the feel of your wrists bound by chains and cuffs above your head, your ankles tied down similarly whilst his tail coils around your waist, holding you down in place as he pushes in and out of you.
All nice and tied up, open and ready to take whatever was going to ruin you tonight. Would it be his fingers, his tongue, or his cock this time?
It was a chilling feeling that never failed to scare you—the feeling of helplessness that the Vidyadhara always managed to incite within you. It terrified you—to be taken advantage of in such way without being able to do anything about it.
Whether his carnal instincts were led by his previous incarnation or not, you had not the slightest idea, and frankly, you didn't really want to know either.
All you could do was stay down while he fucked your brains out. ... You should probably watch your mouth the next time you're mad.
He drinks up your mewls, your abused, puffy hole unable to handle any more, but he licks your tears away, seemingly uncaring about how you beg him to stop. In his eyes, this is a punishment. If you keep acting like this, he really won't be able to be as kind as he wishes to be.
He doesn't mean to hurt you, and if you'd let him, oh how he'd worship your body without leaving a single mark, but he can't help himself if you keep behaving yourself like a brat. Please, can't you comply at the very least once? Would it kill you to show some acceptance for him?
Maybe.
And with how many times he has cum inside you, it upsets him that you really can't be impregnated by him. It'd delight him to see your belly swollen with his baby, but alas, it's only a fantasy.
A fantasy that he can't help but try to indulge in every time he fucks you raw.
Perhaps it's a little wrong of him to enjoy how much you cry whenever he does this to you. Just maybe. Maybe. Your cheeks all red, stained with tears, pretty puffed lips all swollen because of his rough, frequent kisses — it makes his heart swell.
He loves it. He loves you.
His face is nuzzled up in the crook of your neck, teeth sinking into the soft skin, leaving numerous red marks that most likely will stay for a long time, if not forever, his mouth moving to leave more bruises upon your skin to claim you as his own.
"Dan Heng—" You manage to moan, almost choking on your tears, feeling him push in and out with a rapidity you cannot measure. "'ts too much, 'm cumming, please, a-ah—!"
It's all too much. It hurts too much. You feel too much. Too much pain, too much pleasure, it's all mixing up and your brain by now has been reduced to mush, your words a babbling mess as you whine, whine, and whine, to a point where you don't know how you have not lost your voice.
"Mine, mine, mine, please, s' good," you hear him murmur incoherently to you, the only sound left in the area being the wet squelch, the slapping sounds of skin against skin, your unstable cries, and your sobbing along with his sweet moans as he makes love to you. "P-please, don't leave, mgh-"
Any trace of his gentle demeanor was thrown away from the moment he had you pressed on the mattress. There was only a burning need left in him.
A need only you could satiate. An obsession that would never end.
And for what he's done to you, he knows you harbor hate, but he knows it makes you feel good, so why play pretend? ♡
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A / N - It's a little shorter than usual, sorry </3 Writer's block has been absolutely demolishing me, but I'm hanging in there, I've got a few requests which I'm almost done with rn.. Sorry for the inactivity, I'll be hopefully posting more often if I'm not too burnt-out. Getting this one out so I can finally publish the Neuvi request..
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Hey jade, I hope you had a good Christmas,
Love your writing so much it brings me so much serotonin 🤣🤣 I have a request for hotch if you’d be up to it, I just love this man’s patience and understanding and would love to see him interact with reader who struggles with sex? Or just sexual stuff in general, like maybe she feels really embarrassed about it and doesn’t know how to talk about it with him? Idk if this is something you’d be interested in just thought I’d throw it out there. Regardless, I can’t wait to see what you post next ♥️♥️♥️
hotch lends you some comfort when a certain topic flusters you, 1.1k
cw adult themes, mdni
“It's almost cheaper to have kids.”
You scoop your gaze from the deodorants. “What?” you ask, looking first to Hotch, and then to his eyeline. “Oh.”
The grocery store boasts a few rows of contraceptives. Condoms, dental dams, and under that, lubes and stimulants in candy rainbow colours. Thirty one ninety nine for silicone-free, aloe vera flavoured lube. Twenty seven for o-gel.
You avert your gaze without fact-checking him on the condoms, laughing awkwardly as your heart races. “Right.”
“I'm kidding. Just feeding Jack is a surprising expense.” He says surprising like it's delightful. “Good thing we have cushy jobs.”
Oh, he's feeling funny tonight. Your laugh is authentic as he takes your arm, the basket in his other clinking as he starts forward again. You finish your quick stock up and Hotch pays for your things despite your protests, packing you and the bags into his ‘cushy’ car.
You're a little embarrassed in the passenger seat. Your relationship with Hotch is complicated in that while you're in the official early days, you pined for a long time. You're undoubtedly in love with him, and though he's your boss and your senior, he seems to have taken a similar liking to you, hence another chilled out date night upon his invitation. And you've you've messed around like teenagers with kisses too hot and hands wandering, but you haven't fucked, and it's a problem, because your usual awkwardness around the subject grows bigger the longer you wait.
Hotch can wait forever if he wants, you're not trying to rush him. If he wanted to fuck you tonight you'd probably be too nervous anyhow.
You can't talk about condoms. How are you going to cope when you have to use one?
Your stomach churns the longer you think about it. Hotch doesn't react at first, but you know he's figured you out when he covers your hand atop your knee and gives it a squeeze. You okay?
“Can we turn on the radio?” you ask.
His hand lifts away slowly. He turns on the radio, and you think, oh, he's mad. No, not mad. Irritated, maybe, or confused. That's not fair to him. You think it anyway, sick to your stomach as he parks in the parking garage under his building and you make your way up.
He doesn't pull any punches —as soon as you're inside with your shoes off and the door locked, he puts the groceries on the counter and looks at you until you meet his eyes.
“I'm sorry,” he says.
“What for?” you ask, startled.
“I made you uncomfortable. I didn't mean to imply anything before you're ready.” He's handsome like this, earnest, his eyebrows raised and an inviting palm held open on the counter beside him. “It was a poorly judged joke.”
“No, no, I,” —you bring a hand to your mouth, cover it, uncover it— “don't mind if you want to joke about it. It would be weird to care, right?”
He hears an insecurity in your tone you don't mean to reveal, and he pieces it together swiftly. Understanding lines his eyes. “I don't think so,” he murmurs.
You're embarrassed beyond words, but he is your boyfriend. He asked with a little expensive bracelet and your favourite baked treat from the bakery near work. You'd only ever mentioned it once, but he remembered. He knows you well, and he's never given you reason to be afraid of his reactions.
“It's just so embarrassing,” you mumble, staring down at your socks.
“What is?” he asks, crossing the kitchen to take your hands. “You don't have to be embarrassed about anything, you're perfect.”
Your breath catches, your neck cracking uncomfortably as you look up. “I– I don't know how to talk about it. I know it's childish.”
“No, it's not. It's a big thing, and it comes naturally to some people, but not everyone.” His brow furrows a little, the warm depth of his voice working to unspool the tight panic you'd been clinging to, “I'd never push you to do something you're not ready for.”
“I know that. It's not you. And I don't know if I'm ready or not, it's just–” Your face is hot enough to boil rain. You shake your head. It's too difficult to explain.
Hotch ushers you into his solid chest. “It's okay,” he says, patting your back gently. “Don't worry about it.”
“I want us to be like everyone else,” you confess.
“We are. You're not the first woman to get nervous about the idea of intimacy, sweetheart, I promise. And I'm not the first man to make a bad joke about contraceptives.” He laughs as you laugh, two huffing chuckles as he presses his lips to the top of your head. “You can take as much time as you need to get used to the idea, and if it's still weird when you're ready, does it matter? We'll be weird about it together. Or we won't be. Okay?”
“Yeah, okay… thank you, Aaron.”
“I waited a long, long time for this,” he says, giving your back a pointed little squeeze. “And it's more than I ever thought I'd get. I'm not worried about the rest. I'm in no rush, and you shouldn't be either.”
You hide your face in his chest for a while, somehow more embarrassed than when you'd started. He draws lines up and down your back with his palm patiently. “It's okay,” he says again, kissing the side of your face. After a moment, he encourages your head back with a hand on your cheek, checking your expression carefully before leaning in for a kiss. His hair tickles your forehead.
To your relief, it doesn't make you nervous. He probably never could, not when he's touching you so softly.
You're feeling a hundred times better when you pull away. A tad mortified still, but relieved to know your struggle with talking about it isn't a turn off. If he can stick with you through this bump in the road, you can try, at least, to overcome it.
“Is lube really thirty two dollars?” you ask in a whisper.
“I don't know. I've never needed it.”
He spends the next ten minutes laughing and apologising sincerely as steam pours out of your ears.
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So I am rotating the batfamily, but not like, civilian or vigilante. I am slowly rotating them all having a Malone-sona of sorts that is their in to organized crime.
Like you can't tell me people wouldn't start noticing this family that the bats, the literal cryptids and monsters of Gotham, don't even touch and lets continue to operate despite taking the older crime families apart.
And to Gotham that screams power.
Alfred = Albert “Old Al” Malone I wanna say that he doesn't go out as 'Old Al' often, but gives off Godfather sort of vibes. Usually sitting there with an old cane (that definitely has a sword, they're all dramatic like that lol) half in the dark with a cup of tea or other drink. He gets to stretch his acting skills and honestly the kids definitely had a say in the persona. Old Al is something they all made together and they have fun implying so much fun shit.
Kate = Mary “Madam” Malone She definitely gives off 'snap your spine over her knee if not for the fact it would get your blood all over her clothes' vibes. Stylized nails, hair up in fishtail braids or ponytails or whatever, looks like she could tear out ones throat and they'd thank her. It's a running gag that she's in finances, even if no one in the underbelly believes it.
Bruce = “Matches” Malone I mean, it's classic Matches (though most probably assume that Matches isn't his real name) who seems rather chill until someone breaks the rules. Gives off vibes that he doesn't usually get his own hands dirty but will do so to make a point, and enjoy doing it. He sometimes uses Matches to check in on places he can't as a shadowy cryptid, and it's not like the lower income areas would fully trust Brucie Wayne.
Barbara = Madison “Maddie” Malone Now let's be honest, Barbara enjoys messing with people, she enjoys knowing every little thing as Oracle, and she definitely does that as Maddie. The thing is, no one knows how she learns about things, other criminals search for a traitor, for a leak, for anything, and get nothing. Which is utterly terrifying. Because there has to be some sort of information network, there has to be. And somehow they're so good that they're indistinguishable to any others.
Dick = Micheal “Mikey” Malone Honestly Dick uses this chance to get into a bunch of fights just for fun. Flirts a bit more freely but doesn't really have an interest in actually getting with someone. Just has funs and is known for throwing his own parties that usually end in free-for-all brawls. He absolutely loves being able to have parties that are the opposite of galas he's usually dragged into.
Cass = Molly Malone She's quiet and graceful, but she takes it to unnerving levels as Molly. Looks slim but carries guns on her at all time to better differentiate between Cassandra Wayne, Black Bat, and Molly Malone. Everyone knows if you need a weapon, guns, meelee, whatever, she's the one you go to. Gotham help you if you cross her though.
Jason = Peter “Petey” Malone Where Molly Malone goes, everyone knows Petey will be there as well. Jason absolutely adores the time he gets to do so, it's his turn to be silent and dramatic. Everyone can recognize the jagged scar over his neck, they can recognize it from corpses the Bats have gotten their talons on. Honestly he's delighted in being able to be Cass' enforcer of sorts and just have a good fight. Even if he complains about how making his Malone mute makes it where he can't quote Shakespeare like he wants to.
Steph = “Mia” Malone Ah yes, the explosive Malone. The one who has more arson charges than Firefly. Or at least she would if she was caught, but the entire Underbelly knows it was her. Steph is living her best life being able to pull all sorts of pranks and crazy shit and takes several ideas from Harley. Honestly she probably smells like gasoline or smoke all the time, and definitely put glitter in her hair. Maybe even has red hair as a Malone as well.
Tim = Alvin “Al” Malone He still goes by Alvin Draper too, which results in half the underbelly thinking that Draper is his middle name. Honestly he's having the best time, everyone knows to come to him for forgeries and less than legal identities, which he loves to create. I mean just look at how many new identities he creates for himself alone. He enjoys this type of thing, and hey, it's so easy to keep track of whose identity is fake when you're the one who made them. Plus it also lets him do good for those on the run for good reasons, a way to make sure people are safe.
Duke = Dennis “Denny” Malone Everyone knows Denny was adopted, but y'know what, I bet they don't care. And you know Duke is utterly insane, like jump off a bridge to escape the cops and create the We are Robin gang insane. And he gets to play that up as Denny. He will put forth the most batshit ideas and actually pull them off. I bet he uses his future-sight to cheat at different games and pool tables and all sorts of things, but no one can ever prove it. Because there is no proof, and the other people playing just has to deal with it.
Damian = “Mini M” Malone The little baby of the family, who everyone knows the older Malones absolutely dote over. This is his chance to act like an actual child, just with a hint of art theft. Hey, it wasn't like they got it legally either, so it's free game, especially if they weren't taking proper care of the art or a pet. He's just pleased to get to have even more pets, and that Goliath his demon dragon-bat gets to go on walkies.
Jarro = Jadan “Lil J” Malone Now Jarro is delighted to have a third mech, and is even more delighted for people to believe Damian (or technically M jr) and him are twins. Gives off someone is going to die- of fun with Mini M, and honestly enjoys being able to use his natural telepathy to be a small horror movie child that knows too much. Like will stare up at someone with wide eyes covered in blood and the others in Gotham's underbelly still aren't sure if the blood was his or someone elses. (it was neither)
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Honestly I might write a oneshot or something for the Cryptid Batfam focusing on just them as the Malones family.
#what's outside au#what's out there au#batman#batman au#batfamily#the malones#they give off mob family vibes#hey just because Batman and the bats don't kill (that people know) doesn't mean a crime family can't#everyone thinks Mia & Al are twins#everyone thinks Molly & Petey are twins#everyone thinks M & J are twins#half the people think Matches & Madam are twins too#they're just out here having fun y'know#helping people who turned to crime because they had no other choice and taking care of the worse of the worse#remind me to elaborate later#also remind me to draw their designs#because i have so many thoughts#cryptid batman#cryptid batfam#batfam#gotham crime#matches malone
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Domesticity Is Bliss
Baby Daddy!Peter Maximoff x reader
Yes, I know I've written about this before but shut up. This is my blog and I make the rules.
Anyway, I've been having some thoughts about dilfsilver again, and as the person that basically invented the tag, I may as well post about it.
Mad? Cry about it.
Okay, so as I have discussed previously, Peter as a dad? Fucking, dilf supreme!
He's on the ball with everything, helping out with baby Luna where he can
Being a total sweetheart, especially when he handles the late night feedings.
"I got this one, Sunshine..." Peter murmurs sleepily, shaking his head as he gently urges you back to sleep, and you practically melt as exhaustion drags you back down
And everything for the most part is pretty easy, as you start settling into things.
The occasional visit from family members, providing support, helps too.
Peter's mother definitely brings out the baby pictures lol
"Oh my god-" you giggle, covering your mouth as Magda and Wanda share in your delight.
"I know-!" Peter's mother agrees. "God, he had such a big head as a baby!
"He's still got one-!" Wanda jokes, rolling her eyes playfully.
At the quick jab at her brother, Magda scolds her daughter warningly - not wanting an argument before she turns back to you.
"Consider yourself lucky that Luna didn't get that from him."
You hum, nodding furiously as you rock your daughter gently in your arms, blissfully unaware of how much you and her aunt and grandmother are dissing her father, who is sulking away in the corner.
...after being thoroughly dissed, you then give him some lovin' to make up for his family's "bullying" (teasing).
"Mmm, don't worry, bubba," you murmur, your head resting on his shoulder as you lovingly wrap your arms around him, his mother and sister long gone from your home. "I still love you..."
A beat of silence.
"...massive head and all..."
When Luna's a bit bigger, and you guys have got a routine going strong, you figure that, hey... she's about six weeks old, you guys can handle having the team around for a couple hours, right?
...maybe.
Off the bat, Peter lays down the law:
Alright," Peter starts, rubbing a hand down his face. "A couple ground rules. Number one, what the ladies of Casa de Maximoff say goes, I defer all decision making to them for the foreseeable future. If mama's tired, you'll give her space. If she's hungry, you'll shut up, and she'll eat." He smiles jokingly as he opens up the door of the suite. "...and if Luna wants anything, she gets it," he adds. "Food, sleep... cuddles..." He looks over everyone: Scott, Warren, Jean, Kurt, Jubilee, and Ororo all standing together and getting comfortable. Peter clears his throat, awkwardly standing in the doorway. "...if my little Luna wants the blood of the innocent, then my little Luna gets the blood of the innocent." Scott scoffs, shaking his head. "Dear God, not even two months old, and that baby's already got you whipped, Maximoff..." He teases. Warren makes a whipping sound in agreement, a playful smirk on his face as he folds his wings up. Peter blinks, staring at the two of them in turns. "Yes, Scott. Both my girls have me whipped," Peter corrects, folding his arms in playful rebuttal. "Because I love them."
...yep, he's a keeper.
Things are pretty comfy, honestly. Everyone's quite chill, handing over presents they never got to while Luna takes everone in, not quite used to so many people, obviously.
And after the hecticness of the afternoon and evening, between conversations and snackage, and... feeling like you did before baby Luna came along, finally, once everything's settled, and its just you and Peter awake, the radio playing slowly.
That's when he asks it.
"Hey, babe..." He murmurs softly, one arm wrapped lazily around your shoulder.
You hum softly, snuggling close.
"You wanna get married?"
Well...
...what else can you say to that, but yes?
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well. i can't find my original fic rec list so here's a new (updated) one!
Daily Routines by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) A number of people who feel depressed turn to comedy. Routines can also help. / As can having someone to care for. 4k words / oneshot / complete - TOP fucking tier. this rewired my neurons, shifted my view of Barnaby & his relationship with Wally, and also made me Deeply emotional
How to Greet New Neighbours by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) He doesn't know what's happening, but he knows it isn't good. 8k words / oneshot / complete - STELLAR. an intriguing and engaging (and heartbreaking!) take on how Wally wound up sending material to the whrp
A Matter of Care by The Garden of Unusual Delights (Shadowland) When Julie is too sad to take proper care of her hair, Frank is happy to help out. 2.5k words / oneshot / complete - this person always gets characterizations Just Right, don't they? this a very sweet and tender moment between the besties <3
What to call it? What to call it? by Anonymous Wally tries to figure out what is different about the Neighborhood. But maybe there is no difference at all. 2.2k words / oneshot / complete - a fascinating exploration / behind the scenes interpretation of the secret 14 audios. the end always has me in my feels <3
Strings Of Fate by A_Cypress_Coffin Frank Frankly lived life by simply trudging along most days, but all of that changes when a new neighbor, quite literally, crashes into him. 27k / multichap / ongoing - a very fun interpretation of Franklydear and how the puppets perceive / experience / handle the true nature of their reality. i Cannot recommend it enough!
To Read a Clock by TurnedWorm Frank and Eddie try to teach Wally to read a clock. They get a bit more than they bargained for. 2.7k words / oneshot / complete - sweet and also Haunting! a stellar combination, and an interesting take on Wally's perspective. ngl it gave me chills!
my chest is bursting with abnormality by springtrap_wiki Wally realizes that something about him isn't as it should be. 1k words / oneshot / complete - a little peek into Wally realizing that he's different than his others neighbors. I like how this is handled - it hits home if im being honest!
Goin’ Out of My Head by 5_24 Picking someone up from the bus station seems like an easy task. But when adding Eddie Dear to that equation and the passenger just happens to be Frank Frankly, the results may vary... 5.4k / multichap / complete - genuinely funny, cute, and entertaining. the perfect read for a laugh!
Inside Jokes by The_PastelVoid In which the puppets are waiting for Sally and discover that Wally apparently has a contagious laugh when Barnaby tells what is called an "inside joke". 2k / oneshot / complete - pure fluff and laughs <3
Goodnight, Wally! by PastelDemon ... But what would happen if, one day, without any warning, Wally suddenly could sleep just like everyone else? 19.5k / oneshot / complete - very sweet with a sprinkling of angst, and an entertaining take on what a new-to-sleep Wally might be like
Welcome Home: Fantasy AU by ImaginatorOfThings What would happen if we took our lovable cast of puppets, and put them into a Fantasy alternate universe? 28k / series / complete - a VERY fun fantasy au with a fascinating twist. it made me tear up, it made me feel some dread, it made me smile! what more could we ask for <3
#be kind to the ones that are a touch ooc a lot was written Before the big updates#but i wouldnt rec something thats distractingly ooc. bc i wouldnt read it <3#ive read most fics in the tag but these are the bookmark-worthy ones i found (imo ofc)#god but the first three by the same author. THIS GUY GETS IT.#the way they write barnaby & wally (separately And together) is just. hnggggggg its so good....#there's not a lot here but i promise its all a fun time <3#tho maybe. dont read the second one if youre already having a bad day lmfao#when i said heartbreaking i Meant it. i got a little choked up. that shit HURTED <3#welcome home puppet show#welcome home#every day i rattle the tag and Almost every day nothing new / nothing i wanna read falls out#Which Is Fine. i miss reading fic but Man I'll Take What I Can Get.#and when the fics are good? oh BABEY theyre good....
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OH EM GEE LOVED THAT GRUMPY X SUNSHINE FIC WITH JAMES SO MUCH, I was wondering about a grumpy!sirus and sunshine!reader/ sunshine and sunshine protector (omg that trope with a platonic marauders 😩😩) I lvoe your writing so much babe <333
thank you thank you! here is some grumpy!sirius and sunshine!reader. i still don't know that i've got this trope totally down correctly but hope you like it anyway! :) | fem!reader, fluff, 1k
You can hardly hear Remus when you pick up the phone. You check the clock on the wall. It's time for him to be at the pub with James and Sirius, so you're not sure why he's calling.
"Hello?" you say.
"Oh, thank fuck," Remus cries. If he's cursing, you know something is up.
"What's wrong? Is Sirius there?" You expect that maybe he's gotten into trouble with another patron or that he's let his phone die and asked Remus to tell you.
"Is that her? Did you get her? Beg her, Remus. Tell her I'll buy her drinks for a week!" James is shouting in the background to be heard through the phone.
"I'm handling it," Remus calls back. You pull the speaker away from your ear as he does. What is going on? "Sorry," he says, much quieter now. He must have cupped his hand over the microphone. "Listen, can you come out to the pub? Our regular one?"
"But it's boy's night," you say. They invite you round more often than not, but it's important to you that they get to have their time as mates, too.
"I know," he sighs. "But--" There's a bit of a commotion and a lot of cursing and then James comes on the line.
"Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, can you come 'round? Your boyfriend is being miserable and it's going to get us kicked out. And this is my favorite spot!" Your stomach ties itself in a knot. Sirius? He hasn't texted you about anything concerning beyond reminding you that he'd be home later than usual.
"Is he okay?" James must hear your concern because he backpedals.
"Oh, yeah, he's fine, love, honest. We just ran into that tosser Lestrange on the way over and he's a bit sour. Family drama, and all that. Can you just come and get him to chill the fuck out, please?"
You're already reaching for your purse. It still makes you a little giddy that everyone knows you're the one who Sirius responds to the most. For some reason you can always bring him out of a mood, and you like doing it. "I'll be there in fifteen minutes or so."
"Is she coming?" Remus calls from the background. "Can I have my phone back now, please?" You end the call and shove your feet into your shoes and head out the door. You're not really in a pub-going outfit, but it'll have to do. You know that Sirius won't care much.
When you get to the bar you shoulder your way to the back where you know they'll be. Familiar faces call out your name and you wave to them, dispensing smiles and greetings with genuine happiness.
Your heart swells when you finally get to the back booth. Sirius is sat on one side, glaring at the beer in his hands. James and Remus are chatting to some other friends close by. As soon as you take a step towards your boyfriend, he looks up, like he sensed you coming. And his entire body transforms. He sits up straighter, his hands loosening their grip on the glass. He doesn't smile, not quite, but his jaw unclenches and his pupils dilate.
You beam at him. He quickly scoots out of the booth to greet you, hands outstretched as you reach for him in turn.
"My girl," he says, kissing your cheek before pulling you in for a hug. "What are you doing here?" Sirius rarely sounds delighted unless he's talking about how his club crushed their rival or how he managed to trick James into glueing his hand to his face, but this is pretty close.
You shrug in his hold. "Got bored at home." He pulls away and smoothes his thumb over one of your eyebrows.
"Hmm," he says. "Try again." You laugh, loudly and freely, and that does get him to smile. Only a little, but you count it as a victory. His smiles are like treasures and you keep them all in a lock-box in your chest.
"Remus called," you tell him honestly. He makes an annoyed noise, looking over his shoulder to glare at his friends. Both of them resolutely keep their gaze elsewhere.
Sirius leads you back to the booth and you settle in next to him, thigh pressed to his. He drapes an arm around you. Seeing that the danger has passed, James and Remus slide in on the other side.
"I told them not to bother you," Sirius says, frowning. But his hands betray him, one curling around your shoulder and the other resting warm and heavy on your kneecap.
"As if this is a bother," you scold. "Plus, James said he'd buy my drinks." You look at your t-shirt -- and old one of Sirius', and frown. "I wish I had thought to change, though."
"No," he says quickly. His fingers tuck under the collar to press into your bare skin. "No, I like this."
"It's fucking magic," Remus mutters from the other side of the booth. "Unbelievable."
James has his head in his hands. "It's like he didn't tell me to shove my head up my ass ten minutes ago." Sirius flips them off and leans in close, pressing his lips to your ear.
"It's obvious you're wearing my shirt," he says, voice gravely. You flight the urge to shiver. "Got me thinking all kinds of inappropriate things over here."
"Alright, you're going to get us kicked out for a different reason," James whines. You look at him and he winks. It's obvious that you're the keeper of Sirius's happiness and no one minds all that much, considering they love him. You all do. It's the easiest thing in the world.
#sirius black x reader#sirius black x you#sirius black x y/n#sirius black#sirius black fanfiction#marauders fanfiction#marauders
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The Serene Peony Of Winter
Paring: Sukuna!King of Curses x Fem!Geisha Reader
Tags: Slight! mention of violence; Fem!reader; Sukuna!imagines; will be 18+ as more chapters come; slow!burn, [I want to have a good build up!], an ancient Japan romance through time with darling reader~
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CHAPTER- 3
1000 days, 1000 nights- but only 3 days of peace on a chilling winter night. Frozen houses, and frozen trees all soaked up the chilling breath of winter, letting it drown them in a sheet of white― pure and pristine, so pure and pristine that even the dead get company.
You had been able to bathe with hot water continually for 3 days, which is quite a luxury in the freezing winter. Rather than eating once in 3 days, you were able to eat every 2 days― gazing at the hot meal on your table as steam rose from a gift of satisfaction, into the surroundings.
"Ahahah! Y/n! You crazy girl!", Oka-San's laughter resounded in your room, as she sat wearing her new kimono, puffing her pipe
"To think you got him interested, did not die, is a miracle~ how many women can boast about it!", fanning her ōgi in front of her, sipping tea
"Do you know how much he gave?", A cheeky grin played in the reflection of her eyes― leaning in and took out a fat couple stack of Mon in front of you, "More is there but I have hidden it~ the sound of money is music to my ears!", she laughed tossing the coins in the air
"Muah! You are such a darling~"
"This meal, the hot water, this is the power of money Y/n this winter- won't be so cold", she hummed putting the stack of Mon back into her sleeves
"If we have leftover money, I will commission a new Hikizuri for you to wear this summer", finishing what she had to say she walked out after being called by one of the Maiko, silence filled the room
"But why?", gazing at your hands― and gently touching the small mark on your cheek which somehow was gone
"It's too noisy", picking up your chopsticks, and clasping your hands you prayed― grateful for the food and the hot bath due to your new patron, The King Of Curses, your new Danna. Sure a Geisha could have only one Danna at a time, but rules never applied to him anyways.
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Holding your Wagasa to shield you from the cold, you walk with one of your patrons a sorcerer, wearing a light blue Hikizuri, and light-colored flower headpieces adorn your hair. With a light laugh, you walked down the courtyard.
"Oh my! it sounds delightful", batting your eyes as you smiled, "It is, if possible I would like- you to accompany me to my estate tonight", he gazed at your face
"I have people coming from the east prefecture, your dances are top-notch"
Politely without any reaction, "I must refuse, Danna-sama, forgive me― for my body is weak hence I need rest", bowed your head slightly and looked at him
"I see, maybe some other day then", he nodded, "But― be careful, word has been around", leaning in he whispered, "A strong curse has been around this area― some suspect him, to be the King of Curses", in a serious tone― eyebrows frowned
"If you get any information, regarding this, do tell me", he took out a pouch of Mon from his sleeve, which he kept in your hand
"Farewell, then Y/n, I will bring you your favorite Monaka, I know you have a sweet tooth. For now, I hope you like this gift", handing you a bira-bira featuring bells, long chains of additional silk flowers known as shidare, and a crest of the sorcerer stamped on the flattened end.
You smiled, "Then I will await your return Danna-sama, just like the cherry blossoms, waiting for spring"
"Can you wear it for me? After all I don't know if I will be dead or alive", he laughed
You looked at him, elegantly removing some hair accessories, pinning the bira-bira in your hair, and smiled. His breath hitched, and his body froze
"Beautiful, how can you be so beautiful... thank you Y/n", he smiled and bowed his head as he walked away waving
"I hope to see you alive…", you whispered, only the wind hearing your words, as it blew past
"He will die"
You froze, feeling a chilling presence behind you, you hesitantly turned around, feeling your throat dry up, and raised your head
"Quite a Lovey-dovey moment you had, how boring- don't think about him after all-", He laughed
"Sorcerers die, left and right, for a weakling like him to even reach so far- heh", the red eyes contrast with the white snow, that smirk plastered on his face, you knew it far too well
"Sukuna-sama", you bowed your head, and before you knew it, the bira-bira was removed from your hair, between his fingers- he gazed at it
"Do not wear it, especially, in front of me, toss it away, gold looks better on you anyways, accompany me Y/n", tossing the bira-bira back to you, he leaned in
"Your Oka-San sure is quite a woman, quite a gamble she has made", he chuckled, "Isn't she far too greedy?"
"She is, I won't lie, but this greediness has brought her so far", you gave a light chuckle as you looked at him
"Then if I am greedy for you- Will I be able to go as far as I want Y/n?"
Footnote: Check out masterlist for all chapters!
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[I Want You So Bad — Ellie x Reader, Pt. 1]
[AFAB!reader, friends to lovers, fluff MDNI] (part 2 here)
Summary: Ellie likes you so much, and it's crazy how you don't even notice it.
a/n: omg i finally did it!!!! it took me too long, so sorry anon, but it's finally here!! its a two part thing, I'll post part2 soon! hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!
cw: fluff and pining. as always i don't want minors interacting.
not proof read | reblogs are highly appreciated
It's a painfully hot day in Jackson, Ellie is wondering how Shimmer is doing down in the barn and contemplating about going there to spend some time with her beloved horse. The sun gives everything an extra glimmer and the roads hold small puddles of fata morganas, amusing her as always - astronomy it's her main target of curiosity but physics it's there too.
While she fixes her shoelaces and checks her pockets for the keys, she also looks at the small handmade candy wrapped in a simple paper, standing on the bench next to her door. The grocery brings back delightful memories of when you runned up to her with the cutest smile, a hand in her direction.
"Ellie, I made this candy from a recipe I found in one of those books, took some for you", you had no idea how that gesture reached the Williams girl right into the heart.
"Oh, thanks…!" She looked down at the brownish treat. It seemed to be so tasteful and you were known amongst your friends to be a very talented cook.
"So, are you coming to the Tipsy Bison tonight?" You put your hands in your back pockets. Ellie could only see a part of your tattoo coming out of your short sleeve, wondering what the entirety of it would look like.
"Uh, yeah, I guess. If I can finish all my tasks", she would definitely drop them if that meant to see you.
"Okay, cool! See ya later, then", and just like that you left with a small wave and a sweet smile.
Inside, Ellie beat herself up for not asking something like "oh do you want me there?" to slightly make a move and test the waters. You would always leave her speechless, lagging, absolutely fumbling on her words to even put a goof full sentence out.
On this incredibly hot day, she thinks it's finally the time to maybe taste your candy. She hasn't done it yet because… Maybe because she was holding onto the mere fact that you thought about her and went out of your way to give her some handmade candy. It was such a sweet act, it made her daydream for days and literally kick her feet when laying on her bed that night, thinking about your pretty eyes and cute lips.
Deciding to save for that night, she finally heads out to the hot weather and bright sun. The sunglasses she found on a supply run unfortunately were broken, she could make good use of them now.
It didn't take long to reach the barns, the shadow of the roof presenting a hope to cool down. The horses seemed to not mind the heat that much, and today was bathing day.
"Morning, Els", Pedro, a 15 year-old boy waved at her. She smiled back, finally facing Shimmer on her usual spot. But the horse wasn't alone.
In the barn, a brush in hand, stands you. Mindlessly stroking Shimmer's fur in circles, your back is not fully out since you're still with a tank on but Ellie can finally see the rest of your tattoo; it's a big tiger, an image mostly on your back with just a paw sticking on your front, under the clavicle - the part Ellie could always see. Today, it moves as your muscles do the same and you murmur a random melody, eyes careful to put the attention on the horse's fur.
The brunette has to take a deep breath before proceeding into the barn, trying to pull out that chill, laid back facade to hide the way you make her almost melt into a puddle.
"Hey, see you got up early today" She has you stopping on your tracks to look over your shoulder, immediately smiling fondly when seeing her.
"Yeah, I got the bathing job today so I didn't want to leave it until later", dirt falls from Shimmer's fur as you brush it. She's not the dirtiest one usually, but after some runs between the last bath and this one a significant amount of dirt is coming off. "Where have you been putting her to, by the way?"
"Oh, we found an old ranch somewhere west and I decided to let her run around a bit. It made a big cloud of dirt around her", Ellie chuckles as she gets closer from the horse, patting her neck. "This big girl enjoyed herself very much"
"Well, that's good, though", you go back into looking straight to your front, oblivious to how Ellie's gaze falls on your tranquil figure.
She captures the bridge of your nose and your adorable cheeks, the ones she just wanna kiss all the time so badly. Your hair, away from your face today, your attractive lips and the prettiest eyes she has ever seen. With your back to the barn's door, you almost glow in front of the light coming from outside. Like a divine vision, straight out of a fantasy book, demanding to be worshiped by the auburn haired girl. She feels her chest tightening and that feeling spreading to her arms and stomach, like it always does when she's around you; a visceral need to touch you in any possible way.
Shimmer ruffs and bumps her snout into Ellie's face, almost like she's calling her back to Earth.
"Easy", Ellie chuckles again, now trying to hide the last moment. From who? She doesn't know, there's just you, her and the horses here, but she feels so exposed whenever she's around you.
"It might sound crazy, but I do believe these horses have personality", you suddenly comment, turning to grab a comb.
"Right?! Oh, Jesse keeps saying I am crazy, that they're just horses, but I do feel this too! One time Shimmer laughed when she saw me fall. Like, a horse laugh, but I swear it was a laugh", and just like that, Ellie's loosening up.
Your laugh fills the space as you stand next to Shimmer to comb her black tail. Now facing your back again, Ellie takes in how your back muscles press your dark tank top and how your waist seems to call her hands to grab it, hold you from behind close to her chest. The desire to have your scent consuming her mind is so strong, she thinks she might actually pass out.
This is getting so out of hand.
"So", she clears her throat, looking around for another comb to work on Shimmer's mane. "Are you going to be here all day?"
"Tipsy Bison at six", you don't even care to look back at her, focused on the tail.
"Do you ever sleep?"
"Yeah, very well, actually", you chuckle. "Tomorrow I have nothing in the morning, so I can compensate"
"Oh… I thought we could, y'know…", she's trying to collect the millions of thoughts running around her mind at the same time, trying to not fuck this up. "Have a sleepover one of those nights… When you're free, I mean… But we don't have to if you don't want it- it was just an idea"
"It's a great idea!" The way you smile, turning to look at her, has her heart clenching. It's so genuine and sweet, just like you always do whenever you see her coming around and go compliment her. Do you even know the way she loses balance at each one of those acts? "The last sleepover was so long ago. We should call Dina and Jesse too"
"Yeah, absolutely", she rests her head on Shimmer's neck when you turn your attention to the tail again, cursing silently.
The rest of Shimmer's bath was calm, you both kept talking about whatever. At one point, when Ellie was rinsing the horse's back legs, Shimmer just threw her tail on the girl's face, making you laugh out loud and the auburn haired girl look stunned.
In the end you both got out a little cooled down due to splashes of water, past midday after bathing all horses. It was easier with two people, after all.
"So, I guess I'll let you get going to change and go to work…"
"Aren't you coming to the Bison tonight?"
"Oh, yeah, I guess I'll pass by", she tried to sound chill and nonchalant, not revealing how she always planned to go there as long as she wasn't patrolling.
"Okay, see you there then!" And you fucking leaned to kiss her on the cheek, smiling while you waved goodbye and turned in your street, leaving Ellie dumbfounded.
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If a stare could create holes, Jesse and Dina would cause trypophobia in anyone. Ellie was sitting across from them on the table, holding a beer bottle so tightly that it could break at any giving moment. Standing next to the table was you, listening to their shitty excuses about not being able to attend to the sleepover, oblivious to their real intentions.
"Oh, I get it, it's fine. Guess it'll be just me and Ellie then", you shrug, smiling to the auburn haired girl. She smiles back immediately under your gaze. "We'll, I have to go back to behind the counter, go talk to me if y'all need anything"
And she stares at your back while you walk away, always looking so fine while handling the objects behind the long wooden table.
"You're welcome, by the way", it's Jesse who says it, smirking.
"I'd beat the shit out of you if we weren't in public", she groans, rolling her eyes.
"Oh, come on! It will be nice having her all by yourself for a night, uh? Then you can silently pin over her while pretending to pay attention to some random ass movie", Dina is looking up like she's pondering the scenario.
"Shut up", her hands start to sweat with anticipation, all the possibilities running through her mind.
What you'll be wearing, what you both will watch, if you are going to sleep next to her, if she'll be able to hold you close absolutely in a friendly way, if you'll laugh and have a good time with her. Ellie thinks about the tragedies implicated in being alone with you for the whole night, how embarrassing it can be, how she'll combust just by looking at you so closely, yet, so far.
"Stop overthinking. Just wear those flannels, she likes it"
"No, she does not!" Her face warms up, because of the alcohol, of course.
"She already complimented you ten times about that shirt", Jesse points out.
It was true, though. And each and every time, Ellie almost melted into a puddle in front of your chaste gaze. If you only knew what ran through her mind when she looked at you…
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This was messy, and Ellie didn't know what to do anymore.
At some point of the night, you decided to play a game and Ellie just agreed - because what could go wrong? Not going far from the known route, you opted for a Q&A game in which each one asked a question and the other one had to answer it or respond with another question. It would be nice and silly, if the given situation wasn't hard enough for Ellie.
You were sitting in front of her, legs crossed on the couch, in a tank top and the smallest shorts Ellie has ever seen you on - which was cool, it was okay, she could manage that because she was already used to holding her shit together next to you. But everytime you moved around, for some reason, that night, she just wanted to pull you close once and for all. An inexplicable energy was emerging from the whole situation and she couldn't grasp it properly, but it made her restless.
Her hands tingle whenever you lightly hold her arm or her leg, she starts to wonder why you were so touchy generally, but tonight more than ever. An indescribable feeling comes from her guts each time you laugh and lean on. She might as well be going crazy.
So, it was already hard enough. But then you asked her if she was currently into some girl around town and that was the first time Ellie responded with another question.
"Why do you wanna know?" It sounded like she was caught off guard, and that bought your attention.
"I was just curious… But your answer makes me think that you actually are", you smirk, playful.
"I didn't say I was"
"Didn't say you weren't either", damn you for being clever.
"But that doesn't mean anything…" The auburn haired girl looked away, resting her arm on the back of the couch.
"Is it Dana?"
"No" Dana was another woman that regularly worked on the Tipsy Bison. She was pretty and polite, but Ellie wasn't interested in her - not with you around. And she was so desperate to direct the conversation somewhere else that she missed the way your voice changed.
"So there is someone, it's just not Dana?"
"Why are you so interested?"
Why were you so interested? It was because of the game, right? Your only concern now was the fact that Ellie didn't answer your initial question, so you had to dig to the bottom of this topic. That sudden sting on your stomach when thinking about Ellie pining over Dana was just the prospect of your close friend having a crush on your coworker and not telling you. Absolutely.
It probably had nothing to do with the way you were weirdly infatuated by Ellie tonight, with her hair on a bun and a halfway buttoned up flannel - with nothing but a top underneath it. Or how she seemed to glow under the warm light of her room and her presence brought the biggest comfort you've ever felt in weeks. Or how her lips seemed so attractive right now, calling for your sight when she nervously bit the bottom one. Little scars were splared around her face amongst the freckles, gifts from a bunch of branches that accidentally crashed into her face once, during a patrol.
"Because… I'm your friend and I would like to know when you're interested in someone. I mean, we tell this type of stuff to each other, right?"
Not all the stuff, Ellie thought.
"Yeah, I guess. Well, you actually have never told me something like that"
"That, my beloved, is because I have nothing to tell. You know it, I'm not interested in anybody as for now"
"Or for any other time on this town"
"Ouch!" You chuckled, lightly punching her shoulder. "You're not getting away from this topic. I'll name every woman our age and you'll tell me when it's the one"
The auburn haired girl tried very hard not to express any compromising expressions, especially after the list ended and you didn't say your own name.
You couldn't think of any other person that fit into the category, and that was odd. Because if there was someone, then it should be one of those.
"Oh, you're lying!"
"I'm not!"
"You just said 'no' to every single name"
"That's the reality of the situation"
"But there is someone?!"
"You said that, not me", she shrugged.
"Alright", you seemed resigned, looking away from her green eyes. "If you don't want to tell me, that's fine"
A sting got it right into Ellie's chest. She liked you too much to let you be this way, but at the same time she didn't want to tell you. The amount of terrible things that could happen; losing you and your friendship was at the top of this list, and it was bad enough.
"It's not it, I swear", Ellie collected all the strength to softly hold your face; now she was doing it as your friend who didn't want to see you sad. She turned it so you could face her, stare at her eyes full of vivid green. "I swear, you didn't say the name"
"Okay", you sigh, trying to understand what was that feeling on your stomach that grew while her fingers still supported your chin.
"Now… Wanna watch another movie?" Her thumb caressed your face with tenderness, inside she hoped this made you less uneasy.
"Yeah", it got cold when she retracted her hands to reach for the DVD options you both picked for tonight. "You can chose it now"
[dividers by @cafekitsune]
#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams#ellie x reader#tlou ellie#ellie the last of us#ellie williams tlou2#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams the last of us#ellie williams the last of us 2#ellie williams oneshot#the fanfic of us#ficwriting#deblklesb
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What do you think of Yandere Malleus with bubbly reader? That they also love Malleus but never notice his yandere tendency and thought Malleus love her too ?
— c/w: yandere themes, gn reader, not in an established relationship, jealous malleus, unintended manipulation, reader is very oblivious, mentions of kidnapping
— a/n: I actually saw this ask while I was in the middle of my internship. I told myself that I will write this out when I have time (even tho my req inbox wasn't open that time) but it somehow got buried in my inbox T-T im so sorry // also I don't think I have written reader as bubbly as intended...
Yandere Malleus with a bubbly reader is a very entertaining combo
Entertaining cause the both of you probably aren't even aware about Malleus's yandere tendencies - I think he probably won't even know its a "bad" thing and just list it as part of his own nature
One such example could be when your shoe laces came off, and some nice guy in the school decided to help you tie them since you were carrying heavy books
Malleus had caught sight of the guy kneeling down to help you tie your shoe lace and oh boy, he was furious, thinking that it's a human courting ritual. And the guy looked like he was proposing to you too, is he trying to take you away from him??
He immediately appears in front of you, giving his hardest glare to the poor guy who was already trembling in fear in Malleus's presence before running off to god knows where
"Hey tsunotarou!" Forgetting about the guy, you turn to look at your crush who has already kneeled down in front of you to retie your shoe laces, casting a simple cleaning spell to rid off any "dirt" on your shoes
"My dear, are you okay? That previous guy looks dangerous. He might harm your feet when he was touching you just now." The reasoning doesn't even makes sense, but the only thing that registered into your head was his given nickname to you
Your face turn into a deep shade of red, thinking that maybe, perhaps, Malleus likes you back? He was even worried about you getting hurt!
"Im okay thanks to you now, Malleus!" You grinned, tip toeing to give Malleus a quick peck on his cheek.
If you were any observant, you would have noticed the tip of Malleus's ears turning red. Unfortunately for you, he is good at masking his expressions, so you can't really tell if you made the right move. However, the hum of approval coming out from him means he doesn't mind the kiss, right?
You have no idea how Malleus went back to his room that night, determined to not wash his face just so that he could your "kiss". He was even willing to cast a protective spell on his cheek to keep it permanently there if not for Lilia's persistent nagging.
He was fine with it at first, thinking that he could perhaps get another kiss from you
However, he was furious when he saw you whispering something into one of your friend's ears.
Why are you so close to them? Your lips are almost touching their ears, do you plan to give them a kiss too?
If he can't keep your kiss, then he will make it so that you can't give your kiss to anyone other then him.
He does the same thing again, teleporting beside you and giving a cold yet deadly glare to your friend, silently asking them to stay away from you.
You were obviously surprised when you friend suddenly backed away from you, running off to the opposite direction from you.
The surprised turned into shock when Malleus leans down and asked you what's wrong. His hot breath fanning over your ear, sending chills down your spine. He was just tryna see how you would react to him doing what you did to your friend.
Was delighted to see your flustered face, especially when your sweet and kissable lips says his name and sparkle eyes looking up at him, the ones he loves to stare at so much.
"That friend of yours was about to hit you, so I thought that I should come and save you."
"Thank you, Malleus! You are the best!" You wrap your small arms around his stiff body, squeezing it to givehim a hug.
Malleus starts thinking that he might faint right there and then from how happy he is.
Better watch out next time, he might just kidnap you and keep you beside him so that you wouldn't give your hug to anyone
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Any Aether/Ifrit thoughts?
One time I shattered a jar thinking about Aethfrit.
I think...Ifrit's an instigator. I think he likes to tease and play and wrestle as a way to bond, very physical with his affection. Grabby. Oohs and aahs over Aether's vessel, compares hand sizes and squeezes his biceps to get a feel for his strength and Aether allows it with a sheepish grin. (He might be peacocking a little bit for the pretty water ghoul watching the antics nearby as he smokes...)
"We're pretty matched!" Ifrit says. "Wanna arm wrestle for top bunk?"
Now Aether's more than happy to just give it to him if he asked but there's a light in Ifrit's eyes that's begging for a challenge, and he's scraping his shoe across the ground like a bull about to charge. Aether doesn't need his quintessence to tell him Ifrit's got way too much energy to sit still on that first long flight and a couple rounds might be just the thing to help him settle down.
Ifrit's palm is fever-hot against his skin, his grin reckless and wild as Mist counts down. Aether can already tell it's going to be close as she signals them to start and they push against each other. Aether can't help but grin right back at Ifrit when he realizes they're not using their full strength. It goes on for what seems like forever; one will lose an inch, the other will take it back. Ifrit's palm grows hotter with exertion, Aether calls on the chill of the void to fight back. Steam erupts where their hands meet, they're locked eye to eye, heedless of the world around them until someone yells and the whole table shatters; burnt black on Ifrit's bench, frozen brittle on Aether's. They look at each other through the rubble and burst out into laughter, helping each other up.
"Looks like we're sharing that bunk." Aether teases, taking Ifrit's now significantly cooler hand in his own warm one. "Not claustrophobic, are you?"
'I don't mind a tight squeeze." Ifrit says with a wink.
Now you know damn well what's under this cut
They run into each other in the abbey hallway later that night on their way to the other's room. Ifrit snickers, not unkindly, and catches Aether's hand again. Swings it as he walks and the casual chatter easily erases any awkwardness as they head back to Aether's room. Aether opens the door for him like a gentleman; Ifrit shoves him through and kicks it shut before tackling him on the bed in a kiss that's more teeth than lips. Biting him everywhere Aether encourages, leaving pretty bruises around his nipples that Aether mirrors on him when he realizes how much Ifrit likes his own pectorals lavished with attention. Maybe Aether wouldn't have found out about his own preferences as fast if Ifrit hadn't mapped out every sensitive point on his body that night.
Ifrit doesn't have the majority of his tattoos I like to think he has, but he's definitely gotten started. Some are mundane, just for visual appeal but there's one in particular he's started just under his belly button. When Aether touches the tip of his tongue to the ink, it tingles and Ifrit's cock flexes where it's pinned under Aether's chest.
"Ticklish?" Aether teases as Ifrit squirms in delight.
"Little more than that." Ifrit huffs, and tries to shove Aether down further, bucking his hips and leaving pre smeared on the soft underside of his chin. So naturally, Aether has to pin those hips down so Ifrit doesn't go buck wild and gag him when Aether sucks his cock. Ifrit squeezes his legs around Aether's torso in revenge, Aether reaches up to tweak a nipple and somehow they're wrestling again. Pushing their cocks together, rutting against strong thighs. Ifrit's devilish fingers poke and prod the rolls of Aether's stomach, get him wheezing as Ifrit whispers, "Now who's ticklish, huh?" as Aether's tip starts to leak steadily. "Big guy like you and it's all undone with a few fingers."
"I'll show you my weak point I'd you promise not to use it against me." Aether breathes and when Ifrit's fingers wiggle their way inside, warm and wet with lube, the fire ghoul kisses him so sweetly they both forget it started out so violently. It's a test of Aether's endurance next as he rides first Ifrit's fingers and then his cock, bouncing slow and gentle, saving his stamina to see how long they both can last.
Knowledge Aether is infinitely grateful for when he finally tumbles into bed with Dewdrop later on.
#throwing this in the queue because i wrote it at an insane hour and no one might see it otherwise#aether ghoul#ifrit ghoul#aether x ifrit#ficlet
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This may be a mildly weird question, and I apologize if it is, but do you have any advice for how to figure out if a person (specifically oneself) would be a good cat owner? I love cats, and a lot of my future dreams involve owning one (or several). However, I often worry that I wouldn't be a good cat owner. When I was a kid, I was often nervous/skittish around animals because I couldn't predict them and was afraid of getting scratched or bitten. I'm a lot better now than I used to be (will actively seek to interact with my friends' pets, have been trusted to look after peoples' dogs for short periods of time), a lot of my instinctive reactions to being startled by animals are still . . . not entirely helpful. (Not directly harmful! I would never! But stuff like freezing up or pulling away in such a way that it can give the wrong signal to animals.) Plus, I'm not always great at picking up cues/body language from people, and based on what I've read, that's about 75% of how animals communicate, so even during good interactions, I'm always a little worried that I'm doing something wrong because I'm missing some cue.
Again, I love cats and would very much like to have one or more someday. But I only want to do that if I can be sure that I'm going to be able to give any cats of mine a good life, and I don't want to get a cat only to have to rehome it a few months later. Any tips on how to handle all this?
Thanks so much for your time and, more generally, for the delight of seeing Malice and Vice (and the kittens!) periodically on my dash. Your posts about them always brighten my day. <3
It sounds like you'd be a good owner to the right cat, and that you may want to find someone who can help you pick that cat out when you're in a position to adopt one. If you're lucky, a local shelter or rescue may be able to help you with this. If you can, call ahead and explain that you're looking for your first cat, and would like some help finding that one; ask if there's a good time to come meet some cats where someone who knows the current cats well could maybe point you to one that might be right. Also, if a personality profile for a cat includes "good with kids," that probably means they're going to be tolerant of any mistakes you might make re: body language.
You should definitely look for an adult, at least six years old, maybe even a cat in the senior category (which, depending on how a shelter or rescue categorizes cats, can be any cat over the age of 10. Cats can live a long time, so 10 is really not that old.) Try to not get attached to specific looks and just go by personality.
Cats have a lot of personality variety, and there's tons of cats out there that are truly very friendly and cuddly, and really just need someone to meet their basic needs and shower them in affection. An adult cat that has lived with people before, or who was just a friendly stray is probably going to take it fine if you freeze up or pull back suddenly, and if they're old enough to have become chill, will just walk away if you're bugging them. Crucially, you do not want to try to take a difficult or traumatized cat as your very first one. Those cats need help, true, but you need to learn first.
You can learn a lot about body language for cats online, but mostly you learn it by exposure. Plus, cat body language can be very individual-specific, so it's fine to just learn over time what your cat is saying.
There's tons of cats that are just sweet-natured. A'Tuin, my momma foster, would make a great first cat for someone! She's not shy about coming up and asking for attention, and will even use her paws to pull my hand to her face for ear scratches. She's good with not using her claws, has never tried to nip or bite, and mostly just wants to be looked after and cuddled. And there's tons of cats like her out there.
#I actually picked mal and vice by looks specifically because I didn't really have strong personality preferences#Vice particularly fell into the category of a Difficult Cat#and i like all sorts of cat personalities so that was fine
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The Lady Whistledown Papers : 1x2 - Shock and Delight (Part 1)
Hi! Welcome back to The Lady Whistledown Papers, where I’m taking an in-depth look at Penelope Featherington and Colin Bridgerton’s character arcs and romance within the show Bridgerton!
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You know, I've never really paid attention to the episode names until I started going this... Time to shock and delight you. Okay, maybe not shock you. But hopefully delight you! As this episode gives a bit of comedy in the best way!
Condition
Okay, before I get into it, I need to mention that it feels weird seeing actual servants in the Featherington household. I'm used to just seeing Varley and Rae -- and I know them losing money is a plot point later on but I'm kind of curious to watch for when it changes.
In general, though, the first season feels like it was best at trying to be closer to historical accuracy? Look - I love Season 3, and it is by far my favorite, but it is historical fantasy more than anything else.
Anyway, we kick off this episode with the Featherington girls gossiping a bit about Marina's 'condition'. How did they find out? Servants? I don't think Marina actually confided in any of them. And with their lack of knowledge on clear display in this scene (among others) I don't think they worked it out for themselves.
I kind of love the little bit of comedy we get in this scene. Everything from Portia's over-reaction to the situation, Varley's quick little -- 'they know' comment, Lord Featherington (does this dude have a first name, gah, I should google it)'s chill calm down hysterical wife comment, to the Prudence's 'eeww' look during the whole scene.
And then Penelope's startled little 'oh no!' look when Portia claims if they don't knock it off, pregnancy could be catching. Makes me laugh every time. Girl does not want to be pregnant and have babies this very second.
But I mean, in all seriousness, it's really sad how poorly women were educated. They know nothing about sex or babies or anything and while it's use as a source for comedy on the show (there are truly some amazing moments because of this) it does show just how much these women are sheltered.
Two key points for Penelope here, though... A) Gossip queen is gossiping. She wants to know! And I mean, she wants to know because she truly is a curious person and who knows she's not getting the full information that's out there. I love that she wants to know things, and yes, she does like the gossip, but she loves knowledge, too, and I love that about her. B) I want to state right here --- they'll show later in this episode how gossip is key for communication. Penelope knows NOW that Marina is pregnant but chooses to keep that information safe and sacred. Because she has no want or need to really harm Marina in anyway. Another person as Lady Whistledown may not have been so careful with the information.
Accomplishments
I LOVE this little scene. It is great for both Eloise and Penelope -- as it shows off a lot of their characters and character dynamics in a very short scene.
Eloise is going on and on about Daphne and Simon, and how it shouldn't really be a big deal that someone finds someone else attractive. Who cares - there are accomplishments to achieve. We learn a LOT about Eloise - what she values in life, her frustrations with being a woman, and how women can't get anywhere on their own and are forced to be attached to men. It's really her struggle through the whole series -- and why I love her character so much.
(And, as an aside, why I struggle to reconcile the possibility that Eloise is going to have some kind of traditional love match -- let this girl be single and free! Or... something.)
But here's the thing about Eloise -- she goes on and on and on, and I think a lot of the time Penelope is right there with her. But I think for different reasons. Eloise comes from a very stable and loving household. She wants to go see the world and learn about it and achieve things for herself -- but she does so from a desire of extreme independence.
Penelope wants that independence, too, but maybe in a different way, for a different reason. As I mentioned above, Penelope is a very curious person, too, and wants to learn and know things. But she also comes from a very verbally abusive household, that doesn't seem to love her unconditionally. She's also treated like an ugly duckling by the ton in a way that Eloise is not. She yes, she wants to be the same strong, independent woman, too, but she has desires in the way that Eloise doesn't.
She longs for romance and love and acceptance and feels lonely and in all those ways she diverges from Eloise. Their friendship is fantastic, and I love it, but they've come together feeling like outsiders, and ultimately, their goals in life are different, even if they think similarly and enjoy and want similar things in life. It's an interesting contrast that will be the source of friction for the series.
Here's the other thing about Eloise -- (and I say this with all the love for Eloise, because she's one of my favorite characters) -- she loves to talk, but she's terrible at listening. She's (rightfully) indignant about a lot of things, but she pays little attention to what's going on around her.
(I mean. I'll say this right here -- I'm genuinely confused how (other than the plot needed her to be) she didn't pick up that Penelope had feelings for Colin. It is so blatantly obvious all the time. But I mean, one can chalk it up to Eloise being in her own little world and us being more privy to Penelope's inner thoughts. Still...)
Penelope is kind of lost in her own thoughts -- thinking about babies and Marina and confusion over how a thing like it happened. Penelope fills Eloise in on the situation (only lies and claims it a maid). I love the bit of comedy we get in Eloise discussing this -- the little digs at Portia for being old, and then Eloise's utter fear that the 'maid' is unmarried. WHAT IF IT HAPPENED TO THEM!! No doubt, this would be the utter worst for Eloise. She does have accomplishments to acquire.
It's interesting the Penelope is the harder read in this scene. She's worried for Marina. She's worried for herself. She doesn't necessarily seem to enjoy the scandal of it. So, now the two of them need to figure this all out. Pen will eventually go talk to Marina. Eloise as something Pen doesn't have... a family to ask... (for what good that will do.)
Babies
We are back in the Bridgerton drawing room where Colin (and Benedict) are doing what brothers do best and are teasing their sister -- Daphne, for getting so much attention at the ball. No, look, one of the things I adore about this show is that they don't shy away from actual sibling dynamics. The playfulness and antagonistic nature they all have with each other is delightful and real and as someone who has three brothers of her own, this author appreciates it.
I cannot stress this enough -- CLAUDIA. JESSIE. IS. A. GODDAMN. COMEDIC. MASTERMIND. (Another reason she and Nicola work so well together as Eloise and Pen.) Her delivery of -- 'how does a lady come to be with child' and 'I thought one needed to be married. Apparently that's not even a requirement' just gets me every time. I love her bluntness.
Colin has some great background moments, at first snickering at the question and then in shock that Eloise keeps pushing the subject. Again, great sibling dynamics in this scene.
I love that Eloise goes directly to her brothers -- which, again, I love this sibling bit. I have to wonder how many times Eloise did go to her older siblings -- and specifically her older brothers -- to find something out. And I have to wonder if most of the time, her brothers are happy to indulge. Here... it's a bit awkward.
Benedict doesn't even want to acknowledge the conversation. Colin is going to do what he always does -- and makes a joke out of it with the visiting a farm suggestion. (I LOVE Benedict smacking him upside the head -- it's such a brother thing to do then they're being a smartass.)
And I mean - okay, there's the obligatory mature vs immature comment I feel like I should make about Colin here. I do think Season 1 Colin is young, and is immature. He's also the youngest boy out of the initial three, who is prone to making light of situations, especially when his older brothers are often so serious.
But... maturity (or lack of) aside, this is honest to god such a sibling thing. It really doesn't matter how old they all get, Colin will probably continue to make jokes because he can.
I also want to mention, even though Eloise and Benedict are probably closer as siblings, I think Colin is more inclined to help Eloise when he can. He's got a good natured and helpful heart, even if he does it in the most sibling way possible.
THE TAKE OUR STICKS OUT INNUENDO! Honest to god, this moment makes me cackle every time. Colin Bridgerton! Indeed!
I love that Benedict is giggling. I love that Eloise is just so confused. I love that Colin is now intentionally getting under his mother's skin. It's such a funny, little family moment of ridiculousness.
I don't think this show gets enough credit for its moments of comedy, because they have some great comedians on the show.
I hope you enjoyed that bit of levity from Colin - because it's 8 minutes into the episode and that's the last we'll see of him in any kind of meaningful way for the rest of the hour. :P
An Extra
Alright, well, we'll have to go wade in the dramatic side of the pool for a moment with some unhinged Anthony.
The reason I'm even bothering is that we get a mention of Colin and Pen when Anthony is raving about how little it means that Daphne is being 'courted' by Simon. He's trying to claim that without a proposal, what Daphne and Simon are doing in public isn't much of anything. -- Look at Colin dancing around with the Featherington girl. That doesn't mean anything -- it couldn't possibly mean anything, they're just friends. Kinda. Whatever. Daphne - you dancing with Simon is nothing like that!
Lol - Anthony is some day going to have to think over every interaction he's noticed between Colin and Penelope and reevaluate things.
But the point here, it's a nice little Easter Egg. It's nice way of nodding that Daphne and Simon are a little like Colin and Pen, and that Colin and Pen are a little like Daphne and Simon and, yes, we will get to that love story but right now we're in the middle of being dramatic so that'll have to wait a few years.
Anyway... it's a cute little shout out, and a nice stopping place for now... :)
#bridgerton#polin#colin bridgerton#penelope featherington#penelope bridgerton#colin x penelope#polination#the lady whistledown papers
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By fire and heart. Pt. 9
Daemma Targaryen. Second daughter of King Viserys and queen Aemma, you're the living portrait of your mother with the character of a true dragon, as a second daughter you don't have right to the throne but certainly, you will protect your sister's succession by heart.
Warning ⚠️: Credits of this images goes to whoever they belong to, in this case the TikTok user ccarmyy! Grammatical and spelling errors, maybe this won't be good enough but In my head the story was a good one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.
As soon as you were sure everybody was sleeping safely you went directly to your sister, you wouldn't talk about whispers and visions, just wanted to be sure your suspicions were right.
- Where's Daemon?
She's half asleep, not understanding why you are there in the middle of the night.
- I don't know, why? What's going on?
- He left without saying anything and you're not curious about it? Rhaenyra...
You walk to her bed and take her by the shoulders
-... He's unpredictable, you should be worried about it, whatever he's doing, it's not good, trust me.
Of course she sends you back to sleep, telling you Daemon will come back any time soon as if that could make you chill.
You don't know yet, but, those whispers, have been guiding you and you're slowly understanding them.
Aegon was insane, anger filled the room as soon as he heard the news about his son and the tragedy Helaena saw with her own eyes, the poor young mother was in grief, for sure, Aegon declared the war after this horrendous and bitter moment.
He said Rhaenyra was behind the crime, blaming her blindly, discussing with the small council, yelling at everyone in the room, the hand of the king adding more bugs in the king's head.
With the sunrise there was not only Sunshine but also the news of what happened, and suddenly your sister was not the realms delight, she was named as Rhaenyra the cruel, and you, her loyal sister, now named as Daemma the warrior, the master of lies, because yes, Aemond understood you fooled him to escape.
So basically, now everybody thinks you were in green territory, sent by your sister to kill the boy. So far from the truth.
The funeral of the little prince was terrible, the poor boy's body crossed the city as a dead dog, everybody saw it, his mother and grandmother were forced to share their grief with the rest of the world. Some people believed in those lies, some others found the act as something unnecessary and kept loyal to you and your sister, after all, your little actions of the past were still a reminder of your good heart and intentions.
While you and your sister are listening to this news, your mind can't stop saying it is Daemon's fault. You're looking at him, he looks different, hiding all of it behind a chill facial expression, while the rest of the council declare no one will try to support you, you can't resist it anymore.
- My sister, will not be blamed to murder a young boy, she's in grief! None of us would cause this pain to Helaena, she is innocent as much as her children!
- Tell them, send a message to the houses, we're not the monsters of that horrible crime!
You haven't noticed how long you've been watching with dead eyes to your uncle until your sister, looks at you and then follows the same direction where you're looking at, Daemon.
But Daemon is not the only one in trouble, you're there, sitting at your uncle's side while your sister demands answers about your own actions, and argues with her husband.
She's right, you and Daemon actions made her right to claim the throne weaker than before.
«Daemma is right, I can't fully trust you! At least she admitted her mistake but you! You're pathetic.»
Watching the discussion between them makes you feel like a little girl in the middle of parents arguing. You want to disappear, silently you stand up and start to give baby steps to the door, when Rhaenyra ask one last thing to you and your uncle.
- Do you guys accept me as your queen?
You instantly answer a firm 'Yes' but sadly, Daemon takes his time to respond, by this moment you quickly leave the room.
Daemon flies to Harrenhal, Baela goes somewhere else, everybody has their own trip, except for you, somehow your sister wasn't upset with you, she actually made you walk with her at any place, you became her shadow, she didn't want to trust nobody else, so now its you and Sir Erryk following and serving the queen.
You and him have talked, now you know why he's here, now he knows why you went to the capital, both conclude, the only purpose you and him have is to protect Rhaenyra.
- I can protect the queen from the enemies, but you, my princess, only you can protect her from herself, your advice makes her observe different angles and perspectives.
He's a gentleman, a good man and a noble soldier, charming too, the way he looks at you sends shivers to your spine.
Call it tension, desire or attraction or whatever you want but you can't resist him and the new friendship you developed.
You're in your chambers preparing you for a bath when Erryk, knocks on your door, bringing a message.
«The messenger told me, only you must read this, my princess»
It was Aegon's hand lettering, asking you to fly to a small isle you showed him when both were younger. The memory of Aegon's lips and all the sensations he caused you that night brings excitement and also, fear, would you resist him for a second time? Would it be safe or would it be smart to make the little trip?.
You couldn't kill your curiosity, you rode on whitefyre, the trip helped you to find some peace, you even had fun.
As soon as you saw the small Isle You also could see Aegon's dragon, the golden beast already had you on its point of view, the sand of the isle is white and soft, there are some trees and the wind smells to the sea.
Aegon appears behind his dragon, those eyes full of tears and anger, you admit, those loser eyes are charming somehow.
-Aeg...
- Is it true?
You're confused, clearly you don't know what to answer because you're not sure about his question.
- Rhaenyra didn't plan it... She wouldn't dare to do such a horrible thing.
- I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about your visit to Aemond's chambers. Is that true?
Now you're feeling your body tensing even more than before. His anger disappears but then, tears are running through his face.
- I... Yes, I did.
- Why him and not me? You said we were good together. Is it because you felt you would betray your sister?
- What? What are you talking about, Aegon, my sweet boy...
- Stop that! Stop acting fool, you know what I'm talking about Daemma! You fucked him!
He walks to you, taking you by your shoulders, you're not angry with him, you're angry with Aemond but at the same time your brain is analyzing the situation how to take advantage of it.
- I didn't.
- STOP LYING!
- I'm not lying! Don't you understand Aegon?
Pushing him to create distance and release yourself now he looks at you cautiously while you let some tears fall from your eyes of course is a trick to try to soften him.
- He's lying, you're surrounded by liars! My father never wanted you as his successor, it was your mother and grandfather's plan! That ungrateful Criston Cole is worse than your whole family, And your brother...
He doesn't believe in your tears anymore, this makes your anger increase.
- No, she said...
- What? That my father, who was dying and losing his mind, at the least second before giving his last breath decided to change his decision, don't be a fool Aegon... Open your fuckin' eyes! He never loved any other of his children but Rhaenyra, not even me! You never crossed his mind as his successor, it was always and only her.
There's a bitter taste in your mouth, the truth has a horrible taste. Aegon observes your face, you can't hide this truth hurts you, this realization has been living deep in your guts, twisted them and yet, you're not a rebel, you're loyal because you love your family even if they never showed you the same devotion or affection.
Another realization appears in both, two fortunate people who were born in a cradle of gold, but also cursed by a bloodline, too angry, so unhappy and lonely.
Aegon and that loser face, it makes you weak, see him like that makes you weak, you don't understand why or how, perhaps he wakes up your maternal instincts or you somehow see yourself in him, no one ever really noticed you, except for him and now Cregan, but Aegon was there first, you can still remember that little boy hiding in your room, trying to pronounce your name, following you around everywhere you went he was there.
While in Aegon's mind, he remembers the first time he felt affection, your hugs, the kisses over his forehead, your soft hands cleaning every tear, caressing his hair. you were deep inside him, it didn't matter if those moments were real or lies, your claws were deep inside his heart, he couldn't hate you.
From one moment to another, both are kissing eagerly, melting in desire, unzipping your dress, unbuttoning his pants, untying clothes, the thoughts of how wrong it was, were vanished as soon as you felt his lips over your body, his desperate breathing, whispering your name, his hands and fingers touching and squeezing the right spots.
Your mouth takes all you can, you would have a sore throat later for sure, but who cares? The excitement, adrenaline and all kinds of emotions mixed with your desire and passion, your hips the movement, your sweet voice moaning his name, the smell of him, the essence of his curls on your nose, is intoxicating.
The sun is hiding, the sky is getting dark, you're dressing again while he braids your hair, he always loved to do it. No one had said a word, you know this was something that never should have happened, Aegon feels happy, for a second he forgets what is actually happening around him, his mind is blurry until you stand up abruptly, calling your dragon.
- Daemma wait, Where are you going?
- Home.
- What? You're kidding, right?
Unbelievable, you think. Is he talking seriously? What was he expecting, it was just a moment of weakness now it ended and both need to go back to reality.
- Why would I be kidding? We're at the edge of war, remember? I can't stay here with you.
- Why not? Forget about that. Let's fly away from here, Let's start together somewhere else.
He's sitting in the sand, not worried at all, maybe his mind is still blurry and in the clouds, but yours already landed on earth again.
- Gods, please have mercy on me...
You whisper before Walking and kneeling in front of him, your hands holding his face.
- This is not a game, Aegon, your ambitious family started this, now mine has to fight and win to claim what is legitimate ours.
He rolls his eyes, exasperated, takes your forearms and both stand up.
- Why do you care about this so much? It is not your business, Daemma, what will you win with all this, huh?
- Nothing (releasing yourself from him and stepping back) I will not obtain anything as always! But I made a promise to my family... All I have in this life is my name and my word, and this one, I will not break it just for you! I refuse to escape from my duty like a bloody coward.
There it was, that loser's facial expression again, he was angry and hurt, there's no point in trying to play the sweet sister character anymore, you don't need to pretend, with the war knocking on your door you don't need to act like you're on his side because it's clear where your loyalty resides and who you will support.
He doesn't try to stop you, he simply walks behind.
- You're playing with fire, sister. Be careful or all the love and devotion I have for you will turn into hate and I will not have mercy, you don't know what I'm capable of.
Stopping, turning back and walking to where he is, you stay as close as you can, your nose almost touching his.
- No, you listen to me, I'm not afraid of you Aegon, you're the one who has to be careful. I might be playing with fire, but you and your poisonous and treacherous family are playing with real dragons, real Targaryen. We'll not give up so easily.
He smiles mockingly while you walk back to your dragon. Landing at Dragonstone was like you expected, a guard sent you to your queen's chambers, Rhaenyra wanted and demanded to know where the hell you were.
Meanwhile, at the other side of the kingdom, Aegon is back, answering for his own actions, Otto Hightower in his anger finally spills the beans, and just as you confessed to him before, Otto told him, Viserys never wanted Aegon as successor, it was all planned by some men who thought they were doing what it was best for the realm. Of course after this, Otto, once again loses his place as the king's hand.
Right back with you in Dragonstone. Your sister was there already, changing her clothes and fixing her hair, apparently she previously had a small meeting with lady Mysaria and Ser Erryk, so you were waiting, observing around, reading what was over a table while your sister was talking with her maiden.
The door opened, cracking, you look back at the door and there's Erryk, or at least that's what the three of you thought.
- Ser Erryk
You haven't finished your sentence when he unsheathes his sword, quickly all of you comprehend that's not Erryk. You practically drag your sword and a dagger wherever you go, so you do the same, there's a small battle, the sound of swords crashing.
- I have no choice.
That's what he says after he slams you against a wall, your sword falls far from you, coughing and hurt you can't even stand up, your sister is in her place, she's not understanding what is happening,
- Brother, Do not do this!
The next thing you know, is that you're crossing the room to jump over your sister while Erryk and his brother fight, one wants to kill your sister, the other wants to protect both of you. Your sister's maiden ran away looking for help, so now everything depends on Erryk.
You never felt so small, stupid and incapable of doing something, you're so heartbroken watching them killing each other.
The first body, falls on the ground. You're speechless, the other observes both of you, new guards appear, observing the whole scene, the one who's still on his feet.
- Your Grace. Forgive me.
He stabs himself and falls too. Without thinking you run to him, screaming his name.
- ERRYK!
Your friend, the one who swore to protect you and your sister never expected he would have to kill his own brother. It's a deep, dark and twisted realization, how rotten the apple it is, how far this has been going, brother against brother, you're sobbing and crying uncontrollably, you don't remember who separates you from him, you don't remember what happened later, who changed your clothes, who dried your tears, you were broken, not only for what happened between them, also, because you never felt how heavy the rock over your shoulders was until now.
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Was thinking of FFM, specifically the bit about the island being effectively isolated from the outside world. That means it's entirely possible for different strands of plant life that otherwise went extinct or had evolved different characteristics remain in suspension, only affected by the things Wukong himself brings onto the island.
Pigsy is a food connoisseur. He only uses the freshest ingredients. In Century Egg Au and Slow Boiled, he effectively becomes a parental figure to Wukong. One, who would very much likely make many a trip to FFM to check up on Wukong. Same for TMKATI except Wukong doesn't live in the mountain in that one and therefore there's less reason to visit. Imagine how he'll react when he realizes the mythical island not only has the freshest ingredients but the rarest as well!
Pigsy seeing an isolated island with some very tasty looking rare tree fruits from the view of Sandy's ship, only to learn that it has a impassable magical barrier:
He's ok to let the matter slide... for now. He reasons with himself that whatever is on that island is better off without his mitts on it.
Until he's shaken awake by a very excitable Tang, holding a book on island isolation and evolution, rambling at a mile a minute about how the plant and animal life on the sheltered island has likely evolved completely separate from the outside world, and if this island is part of the fabled lost country of Alolai - then it likely is teeming with wildlife that evolved after the mythical Floods and Burning.
Pigsy, groggy: "Tang... how'd you get in my room???" Tang, highly-caffienated: "I haven't slept in two days!" Sandy, texting: "Is he at your place now?"
Eventually after forcing the scholar to calm down and take a rest before his heart gives out, Pigsy is told something that really tickles his inner connoisseur.
Tang: "Before it was introduced and selectively bred, potatoes could only be encountered in remote areas of the Andes mountains." Pigsy: "And?" Tang: "Imagine if you discovered the next potato." Pigsy: *squeal of intrigue!*
Needless to say, Pigsy has his own Nerd Moment™ the first time he actually touches down on the island and recognises a bunch of rare species.
Pigsy, side-tracked by a tree: "Sweet Chang'e! This is looks like a button mangosteen! I've never heard of them growing this far north! The skin is more red-orange though, maybe it's a branched variety back when the islands were connected to the mainland? Button Mangosteens taste closer to tangerines than their purple cousins, I wonder if that intesifies based on colouration." Sandy, delighted for his friend: "You seem to be having lots of fun!" Pigsy: *nodding happily*
He's equally delighted in the TMKATI au to have "Such a resourceful employee!" when Wukong comes back from his visits to the island bearing gifts. It caught him off guard the first time though.
Wukong: "Hey boss, I got you something." Pigsy, opening a box: "Wu... are these fresh truffles?!" Wukong, wondering if he did something wrong: "Yeah, why? Did I mess up? I overheard you talking about wanting to have enough to experiment with and-" Pigsy: "No no! I'm... I'm so grateful, I don't even know what to say... How did you even afford these?" Wukong, genuine confusion: "Afford? I just gathered a bunch from the lime orchard at home. There's hundreds of these things - I don't like 'em personally cus they taste like dirt to me. I normally just toss them in the hotpot when I run out of the chicken-tasting ones." Pigsy: "Excuse me."
I hc that in the direct aftermath in returning to FFM during the White Bone Spirit chapter of JTTW; Sun Wukong did a lot of gardening and farming in order to ensure that his people would have a sustainable source of food. Probably convinced Zhu Bajie to "show off his super-cool 9-Toothed Rake" to start the farmers off.
He also plants a bunch of super-rare and super-divine plants on the island that he picks up in his travels.
Wukong, chilling on a tree clearly not native to the island: "What? I like using the leaves as nesting material."
And lets not mention the super rare species of animals that managed to survive/escape the Burning.
FFM probably has an undiscovered wild cat or two that Sandy accidentally befriends.
#century stone egg au#the monkey king and the infant#the monkey king and the infant au#lmk pigsy#lmk aus#lmk tang#sun wukong#lmk sandy#lmk#lego monkie kid
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