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youvebeenlivingfictional · 1 year ago

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okay shop girl and bruce attend a fashion show for something yk bruce was just invited or it’s for some charity and he needs to go to uphold the wayne enterprises reputation or whatever 🙈so they go and they’re watching and it’s kinda boring, kinda interesting, they’re just talking w each other and a piece sparks shop girls interest and bruce notices 💗 then he gives it to her as a gift or somethin

idk just an idea! 😌 i had to watch a fashion show in a marketing class and it made me think of them 🤍

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Warnings: Fluff!! So much fluff! POV Shifts between Bruce and Shop Girl

“You’re home early.”

His voice is thick from disuse, and you can't help but wonder if you'd managed to wake him. You glance up from where you’re standing, sorting through the mail on the kitchen counter, and smile as a sleep-ruffled Bruce drifts into the kitchen.

“You’re up early.” You shake your sleeve back to eye your watch. “It’s barely three in the afternoon.”

“Alright, smartass. I might still go back to bed,” Bruce grumbles, scrubbing his hand over his eyes. You grin as he pecks your lips, and you raise your hand, sweeping your thumb across his budding stubble. Bruce curls his arms around your middle, pressing his face into your neck as you turn back to the mail.

“You’re getting scruffy.”

“I’ll shave.”

“I kinda like it.”

“Oh?”

“Mm.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

You squirm, giggling softly as he pointedly nuzzles against you.

“Is everything alright?” Bruce adds.

“Hm?—Oh, yeah. My boss had a meeting with the board, so she gave us the afternoon. We’re regrouping in the morning.”

“...Am I supposed to be at that meeting?”

“Probably.”

“Huh.”

“I’m sure you could read the minutes later.”

“I’m sure I won’t.”

You snort, setting another invitation aside. You feel Bruce lift his head, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“What are the stacks?” He asks.

“Left is yours, middle is mine, right are joint invitations.”

“And the pile closest to you?”

“Trash.”

“Junk mail?”

“And invites that just aren’t gonna be, you know. It.”

“Such as?”

“Well, your invitation to judge the Miss Gotham pageant, for one.”

“I might want that.”

“Not funny. And a fundraiser for the Gotham Opera.”

Bruce falls quiet for a few testy moments, and you resume sorting through the remaining stacks. You don't need to tell him why you've chosen to discard that particular invite.

“We could go,” He offers after a few moments.

“We could,” You concede, “But it would cut into your nightly activities, and I’m not an opera fan.”

“No?”

“Nn-nn. Too stuffy for me.”

Bruce lifts his head fully, pressing a long, grateful kiss to your temple. You smile, leaning back against him more heavily as his kisses trail over your cheek, down to your jaw.

“What are the invitations you’re considering?” He asks.

“There is a fundraiser for the Gotham Fashion Institute that Liz has gotten us on the list for. She thinks it’d be a good way to ease us into joint public appearances.”

“You wanna go?”

“I think it could be fun.”

“When is it?”

“In a couple of weeks.”

“Seems short notice.”

“It is. She said they had a few cancellations.”

“So we’re the second-string guests.”

“They didn’t think you’d go, so they didn’t invite you in the first place.”

“You have a dress?”

“I’ll find one. Might ask Liz if she knows anyone who can get something together for me on short notice.”

“You’ve been talking to Liz an awful lot these days.”

“I guess,” You shrug. “She and Grant have been a lifeline for this press stuff.”

“Gotham Fashion Institute, then. Anything else?”

“A fundraiser for the Gotham History Museum—”

“Mhm—”

“A gala for the Gotham Academy, aaaaand,” You eyed the return address on an envelope in your hand, “A silent auction for the Gotham City Science Institute.”

“So all of these involve some kind of donation?”

“You’re good for it.”

Bruce chuckles, turning you in his arms as you set the letters aside.

“What am I gonna do with you?” He teases, shaking his head. You smile, curling your arms around his shoulders and cuddling closer.

“I can think of a few things.”

"So can I."

Bruce grasps the back of your thighs, and your stomach swoops as he eases you back onto the counter, scattering the stacks of mail. His lips cover yours before you can tease or fuss. You slide your hand up into his hair, groaning softly as he tugs you closer.

"I thought," You mumble between kisses, "That you were...Going back to bed."

"We both are."

The press isn’t as much of a shock as it used to be, but you haven’t had a clamor like this since Bruce brought you home from Gordon’s office. Your name is being yelled, along with Bruce’s, and you can hardly take anything in for the rapid flashing of cameras. Bruce’s hand rests on your hip, anchoring you to his side as your gazes sweep the press in front of you.

You’re smiling, right? You’re almost certain you are—your cheeks hurt from how much you’re pushing it—

You feel Bruce lean in, his lips brushing your ear:

“Are you giving them your panicked smile?”

You can’t help but break into a real smile, fighting back a chortle. You know that he’s right.

“Don’t make me laugh in this dress,” You warn. “I’ll burst out of my shapewear.”

Bruce’s laugh heartens and warms you, and you lean into him as the camera flashes seem to double. He steers you away from the step and repeat after a few moments, ignoring the calls for one last picture.

“Take your time,” He counsels, “Your eyes will adjust.”

“I should start wearing sunglasses to these things,” You grumble, squeezing one eye shut, then the other in turn. As you adjust, you become acutely aware of the number of people looking at the two of you. Nerves well up, your stomach sinking with panic. You only just manage to keep from taking a step back, letting Bruce’s hand steady you.

“We can leave whenever you want,” Bruce murmurs.

“We should at least stay for the fashion show. Otherwise it’ll just seem rude.”

“Who cares?”

“I do!”

“I do?” Liz’s voice is a welcome reprieve among the curious murmurs surrounding you. “Do I hear wedding bells for you two?”

“Jesus—” You hiss over Bruce’s admonishing, “There wasn’t enough material in the rumor mill already, Liz?”

“Mm,” Liz shrugs, hooking her arm through yours. “I was getting bored with everyone’s rumors about Grant and I getting married. Figured I’d stir the pot, give us a break. Come on!” Liz begins to draw you away from Bruce, “Let’s get you a drink!”

You turn to Bruce, who gently nods you away.

“Go on. I see a few board members. I should find out what that meeting was about.”

“Bruce, that was two weeks ago!”

“I forgot to check the minutes.” Bruce leans in and drops a kiss to your lips before giving Liz a kiss on the cheek. You frown as you see his lips move, and watch Liz give a small nod. He turns, shooting you a wink before he turns, melting into the crowd.

“...What was that?” You ask Liz as she guides you toward the bar.

“He was just thanking me for getting you invited,” She excuses. You’re almost certain that it was more, but you don't want to dive into right now—not when half of Gotham’s social set is eyeing you so closely. “Let’s get you a drink, and then I have a few people I want to introduce you to.”

Keep an eye on her.

That was all that Bruce had murmured to Liz. Bruce keeps them in his periphery as he’s drawn into a conversation with a couple of his father’s old acquaintances. He sees her gradually growing more comfortable as she’s pulled into conversation with a couple of Liz’s friends. Her nervous smile slowly shifts into a genuine one, and he sees a lightness in her that he’s often privy to when they’re alone. And he knows that he ought to be giving the men he's speaking with far more of his attention, but he can’t help but just…Look.

Bruce knows that he shouldn’t glue himself to her side for the length of the evening. He’s used to swanning around these things, having empty conversations with socialites, politicians, influencers. But he also knows that he can’t be her shadow as long as they’re together. He’d spotted the invitations that were only addressed to her. People know who she is, and who she is to him, and that scares the shit out of him. But…Knowing her stubbornness, and her resilience, she’ll want to start getting the hang of these things, even without him around.

And goddamn, is she beautiful. He doesn’t say it enough, does he? He watches her head tip back with a laugh, and he swears it brightens the room. He knows that Liz had been joking about wedding bells, but he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about it.

He hasn’t mentioned it to her, not yet. Hell, he hasn't mentioned it to anyone, not even Alfred. But if anything ever happens to him, he wants her taken care of, and comfortable. He remembers the way that she worried about money when they met, how she forced herself to go back to work after the attempted robbery—he’ll be damned if he ever lets her feel like that again.

Bruce’s heart leaps into his throat as her head turns toward him, her eyes catching his. She tips her chin down just a little, brows raising as she mouths, You okay? It warms him in a way that he can’t describe. In a room full of strangers, in a situation that he knows well and she hardly knows at all, she’s gone out of her way to make sure he is alright. He excuses himself from his conversation, and watches as she does the same. He meets her in the middle, and before she can say a thing, he gently grasps her jaw, drawing her in for a sweet kiss. He feels her curl a hand around his lapel, a gentle hum buzzing against his lips. Bruce breaks the kiss, smoothing his hand over her hip.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?” He asks, grinning as she bashfully ducks her head, averting her gaze.

“Liz’s designer really came through at the last minute,” She excuses.

“It’s more than the dress, baby.”

She leans in, kissing him gently again, and Bruce can’t help but wonder if it’s as thanks, or to keep from complimenting her further.

“We should take our seats,” She insists, nodding toward where others are beginning to drift toward the chairs on either side of the catwalk. Bruce takes hold of her hand, allowing her to lead the way.

“How were the minutes of the meeting?” She asks.

“Honestly?”

“Mhm?”

“I didn’t hear a word they said.”

He grins as she snorts a laugh, shaking her head.

“Absolutely ridiculous,” She mutters.

Truth be told, the fashion show passes Bruce by as much as the conversation with the board members did. He spends more time watching her, taking in her reactions.

“Do you see anything you like?” She murmurs.

“Mm,” He glances toward the current model strutting down the runway, taking in slinky white top and the cerulean tasseled skirt. “I’m not sure it’s my style.”

“I’m not sure that it's mine, either.”

“Wouldn’t wear it to work?”

“I don't think it’s office-appropriate,” She giggles. He sees her expression shift, her eyes widening slightly as she watches the next model approach. Bruce casts a cursory glance toward the next model. He watches them go as he murmurs, “What do you like about that one?”

“Who says I like that one?” She meets his eye, smiling at his disbelieving glance. She gives a small, nonchalant shrug. “The necklace is interesting.”

Bruce looks up as the model passes, eyeing the silver x lariat necklace, with a small emerald hanging from one strand, and a small diamond hanging from the other. He turns to look at her again and finds her attention already set on the next model. She may feign disinterest, but he knows her better than to believe it.

“Honey! Are you ready?”

“Almost!” You call back to Bruce, standing from your vanity and stepping into your heels. You smooth your hands over the skirt of your dress as you look at yourself in the mirror, drawing in a steadying breath. Tonight is going to be great. You had a nice time at the fashion show a couple of weeks ago, so the Gotham History Museum is going to be a breeze. You’ll pose for a few pictures, have a few drinks, wander around the exhibits. It’s going to be fun! Honestly, you’ve been actually looking forward to this one. You turn toward the door and raise your brows when you find Bruce there, leaning in the doorway.

“Well?” You give him a small spin. He smiles, straightening up.

“You look beautiful.”

You grin, reaching up and adjusting his tie slightly.

“You look very handsome.”

“Thank you…But I do think you’re missing something.”

You frown, looking down at yourself.

“My purse is on the bed—”

“No,” He shakes his head. “It’s not the purse.”

He draws a long thin box out of his pocket, and before you have a chance to dwell on the sheer injustice of the average depth of women’s pockets, he lifts the velvet lid. Your mouth falls open in shock, your breath catching in your throat as the familiar diamond and emerald glimmer in the light.

“Bruce,” You breathe, shaking your head. “You didn’t.”

“I did,” He chuckles. “Turn around.”

You do as he requests, biting your lip as the coolness of the silver brushes, then settles against your skin. You raise your fingers, trailing them across the diamond and emerald in turn as he fastens the clasp. You watch in the mirror as Bruce presses closer, feel the heat of the kiss he presses to your nape, and the firmness of his grasp as he settles his hands on your hips.

“It looks even more stunning on you than I thought it would,” He murmurs. You shake your head, stunned at the glint of the jewels in the light. You can't even imagine how much this must've cost him.

“I love it.”

“I’m glad.”

“Is this what you’re going to do any time I tell you that I like something?” You tease, turning to face him fully.

“Within reason.”

“So if I tell you that I like a stegosaurus skeleton tonight?”

Bruce’s face twists in mock contemplation.

“Alfred has been considering redecorating the garden.”

You can’t help but laugh, giving Bruce a gentle squeeze.

“What am I going to do with you?”

He gently nudges the tip of your nose with his, eyes warm and smiling as he draws you into his chest.

“I can think of a few things.”

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#Bruce Wayne x Reader #Bruce Wayne x You #Bruce Wayne/Reader #Bruce Wayne/You #Bruce Wayne fic #Bruce Wayne imagine #The Other Half #asks #replies #requests

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blogdeepbelieverbouquetworld · 2 months ago

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The one and only David Tennant has joined our star-studded charity auction! 🤩 Watch this exclusive clip to hear about the incredible items he's donated. Join us on September 19th for a day of fun and fundraising. All in aid of Marie Curie 💛

@EwbankAuctions

Men's bespoke-made three piece tweed suit made to measure by JOHN PEARCE (Esteemed Soho tailor) (38" Chest * 30" waist.) Worn by David in the Patrick Marber 2017 production of Moliere's Don Juan at the Wyndham Theatre, Soho.

Red suede PAUL SMITH men's lace up shoes Size UK9 worn on Comic Relief TV presentation with Davina McColl in March 2009. I presented Comic Relief and I thought as its Comic Relief, I should wear red shoes. I only wore them for that one night. Theyre beautiful.

#davidtennant #ewbanksauctions

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gentlebeardsbarngrill · 7 months ago

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04/16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR; Samba Schutte; Outtakes; Weekly Calendar; Fiber Arts Auction; Some Nonsense in Bristol; Glad Ranker; Fan Spotlight: Never Left Podcast; Cast Cards; Our Drag Means Slay, Our Flag Means Fanfiction Minisode; Our Flag Makes a Difference Fundraiser; Schadenfreude; Love Notes; Daily Darby/Tonight's Taika.

= Samba Schutte =

The big sighting today was Samba and his Outtakes BTS post!

== New Weekly Event Calendar ==

New event calendar is up! Check out the new Fiber Arts Brigade info below!

= SOFMD's Fiber Arts Brigade =

Some cool stuff is going on in SOFMD's Fiber Arts Brigade! There's an auction to benefit Sage, a US organization that provides amazing support and advocacy for queer elders! The Auction will be held June 14th . You don't need to be a member to donate items to the auction! Message @saveofmdcrewmates if you'd like to join in! sageusa.org

Jeff Art by @snejpowa

== **Big Sigh** in Bristol ==

I don't even know what to label this section. I'm just flabberghasted. The good news is they are not a member of the SOFMD team since there was a rumor going around that SOFMD was somehow involved. Link to the Bristol Post and SaveOFMD's Statement Below:

== Uproar Update! ==

Digital release moved up to April 23!

== Calls to Action ==

== GLAAD ==

Last day to vote for GLAAD!

Vote Here

Img Src: @AdoptOurCrew Twitter

== Ranker ==

Still looking to help OFMD stay up on Ranker? This is their main page and yo can choose from lots of different rankings going on and vote up OFMD and down other shows you think should be lowered.

== Fan Spotlight ==

== Never Left ==

Never Left Podcast has Hugo Pierre Martin on the show this week! Give them a listen on your choice of podcast platforms by visiting their Linktr.ee

Artwork was created by Amy Gleason, you can see more of her art @/AmysBirdHouse on IG.

= Cast Cards =

Our dear crewmate @melvisik has spotlighted one of the fisherman from the pilot episode that Stede pillaged the plant from! Ted Heyck!

== Our Drag Means Slay ==

For those of you not in the Chicago area, you can now sign up to see Our Drag Means Slay on livestream! Tickets are $5 for the Apr 27, 2024 7:00 PM show! All proceeds go to charity!

Ticket Link

Our Drag Means Slay Twitter

= Our Flag Means Fanfiction =

Our friends over at Our Flag Means Fanfiction have put out a minisode this week:

Minisode: Izzy Hands Ring Lore Fics Check it out on Spotify!

== Our Flag Makes A Difference ==

Great news! The eSIMS and Sanitary Products for Gaza fundraiser has finally reached it's goal! Thank you so everyone who shared links or donated, it makes a serious different in folks lives! For more info: Check out the campaign

== Schadenfreude ==

Thanks @seven_sugars on Twitter for spotting this 30% loss YTD!

== Love notes ==

Today was a tough one lovelies. I really want to thank all of you who reached out when I was struggling, it meant a lot to me. I know some of you said we didn't know each other-- but I just wanna throw out there that you're part of this crew, and even if we haven't talked or interacted much, your love means the world to me and everyone else you send it to. Every single one of you who's willing to reach out-- to a friend/crewmate who has asked, or hasn't asked and just looks like they need it, or you're just spreading a bit of joy-- you make this world such a better place. You take sadness and you turn it into solace and comfort. You share a little piece of yourself to make someone else's missing pieces start to be whole again.

I just want you to know how powerful that kindness is. It can mean the absolute world to someone when they are truly down, to know they are seen and cared about, even by the briefest of acquaintance. Seriously, thank you. You are a glimmer of sunshine on hard days and the impact you make is immense. Tonight, I just want to say thank you so so much for your kindness. Love you crew, I hope you're well.

== Daily Darby / Tonight's Taika ==

Tonight's theme is Freemanji, I don't know why, just felt like a Freemanji night. Look at Rhys in his little mustache and hat, and Taika in his goofy ass coat <3 Gifs courtesy of @neonpigeons and @ihadaweirdname

#ofmd daily recap #rhys darby #taika waititi #samba schutte #ofmd bts #ofmd outtakes #ofmd outtakes s2 #our flag means fanfiction #never left podcast #fundraisers #our drag means slay #glaad #uproar #save ofmd crew #sofmd fiber arts brigade

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junosswans · 1 year ago

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Entry to RoyEdWeek2023 August 5th Day 5 - Identity Reveal

On the day of the annual ball celebrating Amestris’ founding day, the fuhrur discovered a signed letter on his office’s desk.

“Tonight at the annual ball, I will take the Star of the East and return it to the people of Amestris. Enjoy the show!”

The letter was signed by Fullmetal, the infamous gentleman thief in central, known for targeting the rich and powerful, and distributing his acquired wealth to the underprivileged. This has made him a hero among the commoners, but a thorn in the eyes of the military— the reputation of their governance was severely undermined. Despite ages of effort being made, the military was still unable to apprehend the gentleman thief, only knowing that they had long blonde hair, which was far from uncommon in Amestris.

Colonel Roy Mustang, the youngest State Alchemist in Amestris, was appointed to protect the Star of the East, the precious jewel that was to be auctioned at the annual ball for fundraising purposes.

While he had no personal vendetta against the thief known as Fullmetal, it was a good opportunity for him to impress the fuhrur and further establish his status in the military, and therefore Roy Mustang set himself to work.

What Roy did not expect was, when he approached a suspicious guest and forcefully uncovered his mask, the person in front of him turned out to be…

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I’ve spent an UNGODLY AMOUNT OF TIME on this piece (24hrs omg) and struggled so hard working on the colours that just never seem to go on right. I don’t think I’m able to draw ever again lol it’s not perfect, but at this point I just want to get it done and posted :’) I’m however, very pleased by how Ed’s hair and Roy’s suit have turned out.

Both of their outfit are referencing the FMA mobile game, Roy’s being the Valentines skin and Ed’s the Anniversary skin. I found the way Roy wore red and Ed wore blue in their respective suits to be quite endearing (they also held red/blue roses!) so I used those designs and put in a little twists to them. In the game, Roy was supposed to be the thief, but I thought okay let’s switch their roles a little and see what comes out of it :3

Hope you all liked it and sorry for being a little late!

@royedweek2023

#fma #lia’s art #fullmetal alchemist #royed #royedweek2023 #Roy Mustang #edward elric #fullmetal alchemist brotherhood #fmab

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shmaptainwrites · 8 months ago

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What kind of enemy to lover would be Willson and the reader?

PLS lemme claim this emoji 👀

ooo a new emoji! i’m excited hehe

okay so enemies to lovers with wilson, this one’s gotta be tough because aside from his ex wives i feel like he doesn’t have too many enemies (and even his exes he gets along decently with from what i understand) BUT i have an idea that may work with this situation

so imagine you grow up in the same community as he does and your families for one reason or another just detest each other idk why make up a reason in your head and roll with it and that gets passed on to the kids so now you and wilson are basically taught to dislike each other from a pretty young age

by the time you hit high school it’s so hardwired into your system that you both are actively looking for ways to make the other person’s life living hell and both of your guys’ parents are low key enabling you because even when you get caught or get in trouble when they hear why it doesn’t matter to them and you never get punished for it

so fast forward a little bit, you guys get a break from each other during your undergrad, he goes to mcgill, you go somewhere else, but then by chance, both end up at columbia for med school and it’s like you guys never stopped hating each other but now there’s more at stake

because of this and some incidents that almost get you both caught up in some pretty dicey situations with the dean, you both start leaning toward making your hatred an academic rivalry, trying to outcompete the other for best marks and all of the good opportunities that came along while you were in school

even though you still very much dislike each other, being in that situation and seeing the other put in a lot of effort towards school and doing well makes you guys gain some more respect for each other because i mean game recognizes game

then again some more time passes, you both do your residencies at different hospitals and get another break until one fateful day at princeton plainsboro you find out that not only had cuddy hired you as the new head of surgery (with a specialization in removal of cancerous tumours) and wilson as the head of oncology, your paths are bound to continue crossing a lot for the foreseeable future

at first that rivalry is still there and you continue to try and outcompete each other at every turn, but maybe one day when a patient you both have been working very closely with, who’s had multiple surgeries with both of you in the OR, dies in the middle of an operation it shakes you both up and as much as you want to lean away from it, wilson’s the only other person who knows exactly how you’re feeling

it’s a little awkward but you find some comfort in just having a open and honest conversation together and it sows little seeds of doubt in your minds as to why you hated each other all this time, but it’s not necessarily enough to get you to fully change your ways, it just helps you to be more civil to each other when you’re working

over time, you get more and more chances to work together and slowly those walls that were so strongly built up in both your childhoods, comes down brick by brick, until you get a chance to just kind of exist together and even be friends and go out for drinks every now and again (usually with other colleagues)

then, one night, maybe it’s during a fundraiser, cuddy asks you both to do the emceeing for the evening as you hand out prizes from a silent auction and host an actual auction to raise money for the hospital. during the preparation, you and wilson have some fun trying to script jokes and use the obligation as an excuse to spend more time together, then the night of the auction comes and you see maybe a piece of jewelry or a watch that catches your eye and go to place an amount for it, not realizing that wilson comes after you to purposely outbid you for it and when you announce that he won the jewelry/watch you’re a little disappointed because you really did like it and wanted to treat yourself (and it couldn’t be too bad if they money was going to the hospital anyways)

wilson can see your disappointment, but he has to wait until the end of the night where he brings you aside, upstairs to his office and under the soft light of the lamp, gives you the prize as a gift saying it was to make up for all the hell he put you through when you were growing up and for contributing to almost getting you both expelled from med school

you’re so touched and put the gift on immediately omg guys if it’s a necklace and he helps you? i’m dead and just look at him with a soft smile, putting your hands on each side of his shoulders before deciding instead of pulling him in for a hug like you had originally planned, you were going to take the leap and kiss him, because these past months that you’ve spent time and gotten closer have been so much fun and you’ve gotten to see the worst and the best of each other and still knowing all of that you easily have the overwhelming urge to kiss him and he’s very quick to melt into it because if you hadn’t taken the leap, he was planning on it anyways

send me your sfw RSL character x reader thoughts

→ accepting asks for james wilson, cruise, and peter müller

→ i’ve seen up to 5x12 of house — NO SPOILERS PLEASE

if anyone ever wonders why it takes me so long to post these sometimes, on average it takes me 15-25 mins to write a response because my brain apparently doesn’t work in short tidbit information…this one took me 45 minutes

#mimi answers #mimi’s wilson thoughts #i know this one is super long but when it’s enemies to lovers there’s gotta be enough of a build up #james wilson x reader #james wilson x you #james wilson #house md

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slashthrashandcrash · 2 months ago

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Hiiiii i have questions about your ocs too 👀 namely francine and the ripper

Do you think the ripper would try to approach her in real life (as a normal person) and try to create a relationship that way as well?

I just really want francine+ripper rambles

Nah. Part of his schtick as a normal artist is that he has a reputation similar to Banksy's - never shows up to his own art exhibits or physically meets with clients or attends creative galas/fundraisers even if he's being honored or auctioning. People know his name (obviously) but no one knows what he looks like, how he sounds, how old he is, etc. It's perfect anonymity. So that way when he does actually show up in public, no one bothers him or tries to interact with him.

Ignoring the risk of him somehow slipping up or Fran putting the pieces together that his day job is similar to Ripper's night job, he wouldn't want any possibility that something leaks to someone and suddenly everyone knows he's been in the frequent company of a random crime writer. Especially when his newest collections seem to feature the same black haired girl as the piece's focal muse, it would be too easy to find Fran and trace the guy she's with back as being Mason Zimmerman and suddenly the metaphorical shroud around him is gone.

Of course, that's not to say he hasn't been around her in public multiple times. She just wouldn't know >:3c

#ask #anon #oc francine #oc ripper

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firephoenix2305 · 8 months ago

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Guess who just posted Eternity Chapter 11 on Ao3!!

Here is a little snippet, please do by all means imagine me giggling and kicking my feet like a schoolgirl whilst writing this, because it is in fact exactly how it happened.

It had been almost five minutes since Crowley had promised he’d be done in a minute; and the ticking of the clock had begun to get on the angel’s nerves. He was about to growl at the door again when the knob clicked and turned as it opened at last. Then, the demon walked out of it, and all of Aziraphale’s thoughts froze on the spot. [...]

- Oh. My. God – she said – You literally can’t take your eyes of each other. That’s adorable -

- We are not...! That was not...! - he aimlessly tried to justify himself, getting more flustered by the minute – Oh, just shut up – he finally settled on.

- This is going to be a long night for you, my friend – Eleyn nudged him softly on the shoulder – What with the thin dark duke sauntering around -

- Oh, for...! - Aziraphale’s eyes went wide open in shock at the nickname, cheeks now a deep crimson – Did you have to?! -

- Oh, absolutely – she smirked knowingly at him and walked out of the room, having way too much fun, leaving him to pray his skin would dial back down to its normal shade in the time it took to close the door behind him.

And, as promised, inspo pics! (For context if you haven't read it, the four of them have to go to a formal fundraising event to get their hands in a very important object which is going to be auctioned; so naturally I had to find elegant/formal getups for them, and these are the pictures I used as inspiration for their outfits!)

Under the cut, In order: Muriel, Eleyn (OC, can't tell you who she is because it's a SPOILER for chapter 3), Aziraphale and Crowley

I changed some things, like replacing the tie with a bowtie (Obv, might I add) and losing the flower for Az, or switching some accessories in the others.

BUT!!!!!

I DARE YOU to tell me that that three-piece suit does not SCREAM Crowley at the top of it's fabric-based lungs!

I mean, GOOD. LORD. My brain just kept seeing David Tennant in that and subsequently shortcircuiting in a closed loop until I said "Fuck it, I'm sticking Crowley in this suit"

I MEAN LOOK AT IT

Ahem. Sorry, just needed to get that out of my system. I feel better.

......Damn, the brainrot.

Anyway! What do you guys think about the outfits?

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maddrumsticks · 5 months ago

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Made my first art piece that someone's gonna be paying money for-

Made it for a neighborhood auction/fundraiser and genuinely have no idea what to put the starting price as.

I also hate it but that's probably just because I'm being hard on myself with this piece idkk

Hjdjdjfhsksj I don't like it

#original art #art #artwork #traditional art #acrylic #acrylic painting #painting

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haflacky · 1 year ago

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I am participating in OFMD auction arranged to donate some money for Palestine. In exchange for donation I can make art piece for you, based on your idea. So please check this out. Your support is appreciated 💕

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bridgyrose · 11 months ago

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If possible, could I ask for a transmasc Weiss and his fiancée Ruby attending a fundraising gala?

(One Schnee Gala for the anon)

Weiss adjusted his tie over and over as he watched his reflection, disappointment crossing his face when he realized how much he reminded himself of his father. This was supposed to be a fundraiser to move the Schnee name into another direction, pull away from the legacy his father left, and now, he wasnt even sure that would be possible. Every attempt to move away from his father brought him back every time he saw his reflection.

“You done fussing about how you look yet?” Ruby asked as she walked up behind Weiss, resting her chin on his shoulder. “The gala is starting soon and we dont want to be late.”

“We wont be late, it cant start without me.”

“And you plan to move away from that mirror when? I swear, you’re still just as bad as when you used to wear dresses.”

“I need to make sure I look perfect,” Weiss said as he pulled his fingers away from his tie, straightening out his shirt as he looked himself over. ��Everything for tonight has to be perfect. If its not perfect-”

“Everything will be fine.” Ruby kissed Weiss on his cheek, pressing up against his side. “You’ve spent months planning out this gala. I promise, everything is perfect already.”

Weiss rolled his eyes and pulled Ruby close, gently moving his hands down the red dress she wore. “You know this needs to be perfect. This whole gala is meant to give back to Mantle, to everyone who lost their lives making this kingdom. If I cant do that, then what was all of this for?”

“And you’ll be able to do that. I know you will.”

Weiss nodded as she looked into Ruby’s eyes, slowly relaxing as he took her hand and felt the gloves she wore. He gave her a quick kiss, pulled away, and took a breath to relax himself as he squeezed Ruby’s hand. After a few moments, he walked with his fiancé out of the bedroom and down the stairs to the ballroom that had been set up for the charity gala to look over the last few preparations before the event started. He checked every table to make sure the tablecloths and doilies were all the proper shade of white, walked past each art piece he commissioned to be auctioned off for the fundraiser, and made sure the musicians he hired had the right music for the atmosphere. Everything was perfect.

Though, as he caught a glimpse of his reflection in the suit of armor near the entrance, he couldnt help but stop and look over himself once more, only seeing Jacques looking back at him. The color and style of his suit was still much like his father’s, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail looked more like it was slicked back than pulled back, even the few feminine features he had still brought his father to mind over his mother.

“Are you sure you’re up to this?”

Weiss turned away from his reflection and put up a fake smile to Ruby, gently taking her hand and thumbing her fingers. “Of course I’m up to this. I’ve spent too much time getting everything ready to go back now.”

“You know there are other ways to give back, right?” Ruby asked, putting her hand on Weiss’s arm. “Galas are nice, but they arent the only way to raise funds. You could create a charity or start by rebuilding the neglected homes.”

“I have to do the gala.” Weiss started to walk through the rest of the ballroom, keeping Ruby close. “Its what Schnees do and I refuse to leave the idea of a gala like this tarnished by my father and the way he used to carry things out. If his daughter couldnt fix how the rest of the world sees my family, then maybe his son can.”

“All I’m saying is that you dont have to do things exactly like him.”

“Then what would be the point?”

“To be you.”

Weiss paused in his step and looked around him. Everything was exactly as his father would’ve liked it, a gala that he would’ve put on to try to show that he cared about Mantle instead of treating it like a playground to use for his own profit. “I can be me, after I fix this.”

Ruby shook her head and leaned against him. “Its always about fixing how everyone views your family because of your dad. First it was fixing the treatment of the faunus, then it was recompense for what your family had a hand in with Vacuo, when do you plan to stop? You know I’ll be with you no matter what you do, but I thought transitioning was supposed to be a way for you to start over. Instead, it feels like all you’re doing is remaking yourself to be someone your dad would like.”

“I…” Weiss sighed and felt his composure start to drop as he leaned against a wall. “This is the last thing I need… want… to fix. You’re the love of my life and I want to make sure that I have everything in order before I start everything over with you.” He smiled a bit as he looked up at Ruby, gently pulling him close. “Today is the last fundraiser the Schnees will hold, and tomorrow will start a new chapter for us both.”

Ruby pressed into him. “You promise?”

“I promise.”

#rwby #ruby rose #rwby ruby rose #weiss schnee #drabbles #whiterose #weiss x ruby #trans!weiss #this is t4t even if Ruby isnt explicitly trans in this #because Ruby is almost always implied trans in my writings

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mightyflamethrower · 5 months ago

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Democrat Owner of Original Obama 'Hope' Picture Now Backs Trump

It has been said that all politics are local. On one level, that means that politically speaking, what happens at the grassroots level matters more than what happens on a state or national level. Perhaps a better interpretation of that particular saying is that one does not wake up until he is personally bitten on the backside by problems that one thought only plagued other people.

And that is okay. For many people, enough birds have to come home to roost and leave their droppings all over the place to effect a change of heart. Better late to the party than never. Such is the case of Allison Huynh. Huyhn is a former Democratic fundraiser and donor whose efforts pumped millions into the party.

She is now a Trump supporter.

Huynh recently told Fox News that Biden has been "asleep at the wheel," adding:

He's allowed Big Tech as well as the looters to take over Silicon Valley. San Francisco has been the science experiment that's gone awry. I wake up in the morning, there's no grocery stores to go to, and there's no malls to take my teenage girls shopping to. The streets are not safe, there are more fentanyl users and dealers than high school students in our once-great city.

Like many people, Huynh and her ex-husband, a Google programmer, were true believers in the Obama vision and raised stacks of cash for the campaign. Hey, I was a believer, too, at one point. But the reasons she offered above, combined with the Biden administration's approach to business have not exactly made her a newly minted member of the GOP, but an independent who even visited Mar-A-Lago for a Trump fundraiser.

She notes that Biden is driving tech start-ups offshore and making it difficult for would-be entrepreneurs to succeed. Huynh says Biden does this by "legislating and suing emerging technology companies, startup companies, and just regular entrepreneurs who are funding their business." She adds that Trump, by contrast, backs business owners and wants lower taxes for new tech companies.

Huynh is so disenchanted with Biden and the new incarnation of the Democrat Party that she is dumping her left-wing memorabilia. That collection includes a rocking chair owned by none other than JFK and the original Obama "Hope" piece by Shepard Fairey. You know the one. You saw it everywhere during Obama's campaigns and reign. She says the rocker cost her $10,000 at auction, while the artwork set her back over $1 million.

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On one hand, it would be easy to say to Huynh "Glad you finally figured it out. The rest of us have been treading shark-infested waters for the last four years." On the other hand, this is one of the things that will be necessary to help unseat Biden in November and begin the long process of draining the proverbial swamp. Members of the Leftist elite have to be driven to a place where their backs are against the wall and can either admit that the emperor has been parading around in the altogether, or they can go down in flames with the rest of us.

It might be tempting to tell Huynh and people like her, "Too little, too late," but what she needs right now is for someone to get her a beer and a welcome packet.

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