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the gang eating that middle aged actor man @jensencuckles @sunglassesmish @impaledbeetle
#i couldn't help myself im sorry#ALSO!!! IF YOU WANT TO BE INCLUDED YOU ARE!!!!!! THERE'S SOOOOO MANY SPOTS LEFT!!!!!!#just like. i can send u the cutout for the deranged little feller and u can just PiP it <3
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#astarion#astarion ancunin#bg3#baldur's gate iii#astarion gif#bg3 gifs#bg3 gif#yeah im sorry i couldn't help myself lmao#mims posts ~#baldur's gate 3#bg3 astarion#baldurs gate 3#baldurs gate 3 astarion#why DOES THIS FIT HIM SO MUCH#my gifs ~
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Aubrey Plaza in Addicted to Fresno (2015)
#aubrey plaza#addicted to fresno#jamie babbit#filmedit#filmgifs#aplazaedit#dailyflicks#wlwgif#wlwsource#dailywomen#nessa007#usersugar#userzo#mine#my gifs#RAWRRRRR#sorry. yeah#quite a delightful little movie for a lazy evening. however i hyped it up for myself immensely#as it is by a director of but im a cheerleader#(didn't get around to watch it for literally years)#and couldn't help to be kinda disappointed#i love that kind of restrained awkward comedies but i feel like they could've done more with it#however the cast makes the movie so it's a good watch!#also if i were in a situation where aubrey plaza is into me i'd drop everything and focus ON HER. sorryyyy
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you've never seen him this desperate. san was all about passion and a lover of intimate moments, but this is anything but. it's rough, desperate, and near animalistic. he only just got back from his long day full of idol activities yet the energy he exudes is overwhelming in the best way. he yearns for you, wrapping his strong arms around your frame as he sat you on his lap. his hips kick up off the couch, his throbbing cock straining against his slacks. san hides his face in your neck as he messily grinds his cock against you. pulling his head away from you to watch his brows furrow with each thrust, watching his usual authority slip away as he ruts against you. listening to him whimper as he pulls your hips flush against his, knocking your hips up with reckless abandon. all sorts of pleas falling from his lips as he nears his climax, drool spilling from his mouth as his pace stutters.
"please, baby, please. i've been such a good boy, please. i'll make you feel good, promise. stretch you out on my cock and give you all my cum. stuff you nice and full, like you want. please, baby."
#im sorry but dry humping such a lost art in fanfiction and I couldn't help myself#bubbly writes <3#ateez smut#ateez x reader#ateez x y/n#ateez x you#ateez x female reader#san smut#san x reader#san x you#san x y/n#choi san x reader#choi san x you#choi san x y/n#choi san x female reader#choi san smut#ateez hard hours#ateez hard thoughts#san hard thoughts#san hard hours
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some free-range and all-organic wwx, lwj, and wangxian-centric shitposts! just for my favourite wangxian-obsessed moot, @bidet-of-evil 💕
#sorry i couldn't help myself from including some meta-commentary on jgy's position in jinlintai 😔#my jgy stanning is a terminal condition im sorry i can't help it#mdzs shitposting#cql#wei wuxian#lan wangji#wangxian#jin guangyao#jin guangshan (derogatory)#jiang cheng
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"...Dead Devil was a proposed rival Turbo, being a clumsy dare devil type who was so bad at his job he apparently died. His purposed personality was loud, arrogant, stubborn and flamboyant, but ultimately he was coded to be the opposite of Turbo.
Unfortunately Dead Devil was conceptualized late into development and was haphazardly patched in and only saw a limited release to certain cabinets. Due to being added so shoddily he suffered from severe bugs and glitches.
Mainly audio/ volume bugs, resulting in audio being to quite, loud, or distorted; and a persistent inability to actually say "Turbo." Collision issues, resulting in him phasing through other racers, barriers or getting caught on invisible blocks. An inability to understand complex inputs. And memory allocation issues. His bugs resulted in an unpleasant learning curve that turned some players away, but some saw the value of gliched runs.
DD was axed not to long before the rest of the series was due to competitor cutting Turbotime out of the market. All that is left of him is concept art and rare surviving arcade cabinets..."
#we still making wir ocs?#i couldn't help myself i had to make a guy for totally not nefarious purposes...#breaking the mold because i only ever see sugar rush ocs#also that ended up being quite long im sorry#art#digital art#oc#artists on tumblr#dead devil#wreck it ralph#wreck it ralph oc#wir oc#turbotastic#turbotime#turbotime oc
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Bellamy Blake appreciation week
Day 5: Favorite Rebel!Bellamy moment-Bellamy refusing to let Clarke go in 3x02 and almost getting himself killed because of it
#bellamyblakeedit#bellarkeedit#the100edit#bbaw23#clarkegriffinedit#the100daily#bellaarke#usertimlucy#userleila#bellamy blake#clarke griffin#bellarke#i love this moment and im sorry i made a crack post but i just couldn't help myself#in all seriousness i do think that he's quite the rebel here when he does this#it's just his absolutely stubborn selfess stupid rebel bellamy nature#nobody can stop him not when it comes to her#my gifs
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a lil smth under the cut for u guys <3
part 2 part 3
"Potter, if you dare to step any closer, I swear I will knock your teeth out."
Potter halts his advancement as soon as the sentence is out of his mouth, but Regulus remains tense, alert, shoulders stiff and hands itching to curl into fists. Maybe it's because he knows Potter more than enough after all these weeks of watching his matches and interviewing him after them. Weeks of listening to him brag, and taunt, and flirt shamelessly, despite Regulus always being set on retaining some sense of professionalism.
Maybe it's because of the way he smirks at Regulus' threat, or how he raises both hands in mock surrender, the gesture lazy and insincere.
Or maybe it's the fact that they're alone in the ring, even though Regulus should've left with his crew more than half an hour ago. And the fact that Potter isn't wearing a shirt, but he seems to be allergic to them, anyway, so it's not like it fazes him at this point.
That's what he keeps telling himself, at least.
"You can certainly try," Potter says with his hands still up, and offering a tiny shrug. "I don't know if I like your chances, though."
Regulus narrows his eyes. "You don't think I can fight you?"
"I don't think you can win."
He crosses his arms over his chest as he lets out a scoff, and Potter's smirk seems to grow bigger at the sound.
"And why the fuck not?" Regulus questions.
"Because I'm a professional boxer, love," Potter explains, his voice patient, but there's a certain mocking edge in his words that makes Regulus grits his teeth. "I wouldn't be where I am if someone like you could touch me."
"Someone like me?" Regulus repeats a bit incredulously. He can already feel that one vein in his forehead starting to pop out.
James chuckles, shaking his head a little. He finally drops his arms down. "You know what I mean."
"Actually, I don't. And I'm not sure I want to."
"C'mon, love—"
"Don't call me that."
"—you don't even know how to throw a punch."
Regulus blinks at him, not sure if he's heard correctly, and then he does a double take, barely repressing a derisive snort.
"Excuse me?" he murmurs. "Of course I know how to throw a punch."
"You think you know how to throw a punch," Potter corrects him, that infuariating smile still in place. Regulus is tempted to prove him how well he can actually throw a punch just to wipe it off his face.
"I mean, obviously I can't do it like you do, you're a professional athlete, for fuck's sake—"
"Oh, love, don't worry, I'd never hold you to my standards," Potter intervenes with a laugh, eyes shining with mirth. Regulus face is beginning to heat up, and he isn't sure if it's because of anger or something else. "I'm not talking about a boxing punch. I'm talking about a proper punch."
Regulus exhales loudly, fingers twitching. "Potter."
"Yeah?"
"I know how to throw a fucking proper punch."
Potter raises an eyebrow and he lets his gaze to go up and down the length of Regulus' body, slow and intentional. Regulus has a hard time not squirming, battling against his instincts to keep his face empty, to stop his thighs from pressing together.
"I bet you don't," Potter comments, once his eyes finally find Regulus' again. Unsurprisingly, it doesn't make breathing any easier. "You're too pretty to have been getting into fights."
Regulus is unable to suppress an indignant huff, cheeks coulouring at an alarming pace while his expression twists into a scowl.
"You don't fucking know me," he seethes, jaw so clenched it's slowly becoming painful. "You've got no idea of how my life looks like, or what I've done to get where I'm at."
Potter seems unbothered by the outburst. In fact, he kind of looks a little entertained.
"Maybe so," he concedes with a tilt of his head. "But I know you'd break easy."
Regulus' heart skips a beat. "I don't—"
"Just look at you," Potter goes on, staring him up and down once again. He still sounds slightly mocking, but there's something else in his tone this time. Something darker. "So fucking gorgeous. Holding yourself like you're goddamn royalty. You're feisty, and you're sneaky, I'll give you that, but you'd fold embarrisingly fast against me, wouldn't you, love?"
Regulus gulps, throat suddenly so dry it feels like sandpaper. He tries to shake his head, but his body isn't responding, and when he opens his mouth to snap back, nothing comes out of it.
"You like to act all tough and cold and as if nothing can touch you, but if I were to lay my hands on you—"
"Potter," Regulus manages to spit out, but it sounds hoarse. Weak.
"Oh, you'd break so beautifully for me, right, love? You'd put a bit of a fight at first, because you can't help yourself, and I like that about you anyway, but you'd let go at some point."
"Potter," he tries again, and it sounds a bit sharper, but still too close to a whimper for Regulus' tastes.
"I'd fucking ruin you if you allowed me to, Regulus." His name makes him tremble, goosebumps breaking into his skin, and Regulus has to bite his tongue to stop an inappropriate noise from escaping. "I know you want to. You're really fucking stubborn, and you almost fooled me that first time, that's true, but one can only keep that facade for so long. I've seen how you look at me."
"And how do I look at you?"
"Like all those girls who can't ask me for an autograph without blushing, thinking of me when they have their hands between their legs," Potter responds, gaze so intense it makes Regulus want to scream. "Like your cameraman whenever I stand a bit too close to him, always shifting his body the slightest bit so his shoulder grazes mine. Like Lily whenever I'm between her thighs, and she's begging me to let her come."
Regulus almost gasps, burning with fury but also with something that has nothing to do with it.
The audacity of this man, really. Regulus hates him. Despises him, even. Him and his absurd amount of confidence that has no business being this attractive.
It's hard to pretend to be unaffacted. To pretend he doesn't feel a stab in his stomach by that last statement, by the thought of James and Lily being together, even though it's something he's known almost since the beginning. To act like he doesn't care, like he isn't fucking aching between his legs, wet and hot and desperate.
Regulus doesn't think he completely manages it.
"You're so fucking full of yourself," Regulus grinds out, digging his nails into his arms so hard he's sure to leave marks.
"And yet I'm not hearing you deny it," Potter sing-songs, still grinning widely.
"I don't like you," Regulus insists, raising his chin.
"But you want me to fuck you."
This time, a strangled sound, high-pitched and bordering on needy, manages to slip out of Regulus' mouth, and James shows teeth, that feral light that appears every time he wins a match shining in his brown eyes.
"You wish," Regulus says, trying to save whatever dignity he has left, trying to fix this stupid mistake, this amateur slip up.
"I do," Potter confirms with ease, and Regulus can't swallow properly with the knot he has stuck in between his vocal chords.
"Shut up," it's all that Regulus can get out, which is quite pathetic, but still better than nothing.
"That's still not a denial," Potter points out, satisfaction oozing of him and making Regulus see red.
"I literally can't fucking stand you. I don't think it's necessary for me to tell you that I don't want anything to do with you," Regulus snaps. "Besides, if so many people are tripping all over themselves for you, then I don't understand why you're not bothering them instead."
"Because I want you."
Regulus actually chokes after that, a gulp of air getting stuck in his throat and his heart beating madly between his ribs.
"No." He shakes his head, furiously, desperately, and takes a step back almost at the same time that Potter takes a step forward.
"Yes," the other man presses, undeterred. "I want you, Regulus."
"Potter. Shut up."
"I can make you feel so good, love. You need to stop depriving yourself."
"Potter."
"I know you've thought about it. About me. I'm sure you're thinking about it now, about how amazing I'd feel between your legs, on top of you. Inside you."
"Potter. Stop."
"I bet your underwear is fucking soaked—"
"James."
It slips, sneaking past his lips without Regulus' permission, going unnoticed until it's too late to stop it, or take it back. He has the silly urge to cover his mouth with his mouth, as if that'd be enough to erase the word, the power and implications that name holds.
The reaction is almost immediate.
James' pupils spread out, eating at his irises at a concerning pace. Regulus is so distracted looking at them, that it takes him a moment to realise James is advancing, rushing towards him like a man on a mission.
Regulus retreats, nearly falling over in his haste, doing his best to get as far away from the other man as possible. But James is faster than him, and his back ends up colliding against one of the pillars of the ring. James has his arms bracketing his head in a matter of seconds, and all of a sudden, Regulus is trapped. With absolutely nowhere to go.
"Get away from me!" Regulus exclaims, voice all wrong and wobbly, hands coming up to push at James' chest but not daring to touch.
"Say it again," James demands, completely ignoring him.
"What?"
"Say it again."
Regulus scoffs weakly. "I don't want to."
"Regulus."
"Get. The fuck. Away. From me."
"Regulus."
It shakes him to his very core, and he's helpless to the shudder that rattles his frame, to the way his eyes screw close, so very tight his vision fills up with shiny spots.
When he opens them again, a few moments later, he ends up meeting James' hungry gaze head on.
It destroys the last of his defences.
"James," he repeats in a whisper, heat coiling in his stomach at the other man's intake of breath.
"Again," James asks, almost demands, voice low and strained.
"James."
"Again." And it's a beg.
"James."
"Yeah," the other man mumbles to himself. "Yeah."
James leans forward, and Regulus feels like he's about go into cardiac arrest until James turns his head at the very last second, mouth grazing the lobe of his ear instead of his lips.
"I'll teach you," he tells him softly. Quietly.
"What?" he asks, hardly breathing and refusing to move a single muscle.
James huffs, and it's amused. "How to throw a punch."
"My brother already taught me," Regulus retorts with a roll of his eyes. "And he's better than you."
"Was better than me," James shoots back, and despite this being a topic that usually annoys him, always getting him all petty and defensive, it barely drags an irritated sigh out of him this time.
"Winning one match doesn't mean anything."
"Except that it does."
"No, it doesn't. Sirius' been unbeatable for literal years, and he's worked his arse off to get to where he is, and you'll never—"
"C'mon, love," James whines against his ear, and Regulus has to swallow a gasp. "I'll lend you some comfier clothes and I'll show you how to stand and some tricks, make sure next time I'm being too much of a prick you can shut me up nicely. Maybe you'll even break my nose."
Regulus bites his lower lip, refusing to allow the corners of his mouth to curl upwards. "That does sound good."
James chuckles, and Regulus doesn't acknowledge the way that sounds fills his chest with warmth.
"So? Okay?" James wonders.
Regulus closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. Hopes he won't come to regret this, and sends a silent apology to his brother.
He opens his eyes.
"Okay."
#been thinking about them lately#and i couldn't help myself#besides i haven't written anything in like . 5 days#i was actually going insane#anyways this is severely unedited and it's almost 3am and im fucking knackered#so im sorry if it doesn't make sense#but well i tried#and i had fun which is what matters etc#boxer james agenda
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DCA Promptober Day 16: Naughty
After day 15's, y'all can have a little treat, a little snack if you will, and by little treat I mean Moon and by little snack I mean you're kissing his flat face, read the content warning and have fun~
Content warning: Heavily suggestive themes, kissing and such, little bit of wire play, you know the drill, make smart choices and all that
Word count: 741
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Bonk.
You clench your fist slightly, but remain facing forward in your chair, eyes trained to the security camera feed.
Bonk. Jingle.
Your eye twitches, but you relent, you won't let him win. Even though he's won pretty much every other time, you won't let him have this one.
Jingle, click. Jingle, click, click, click.
He's going to have to give up eventually, right? He knows you're at work! That you have a job. Sure, it's a pretty easy one and really, requires very little of your own attention span that you could allot time for, other activities, and honestly it's been a few days and you've been lacking any form of affection so really-
Bonk. Jingle. Bonk. Jingle. Bonk.
You lightly pound your fist against the desk and turn around, tight-lipped.
"Moon," You say, eyeing him as he stares down at you, hanging upside down from that wire of his.
His eyes are crinkled with glee, "Hello, Star."
"May I help you?"
He swings back and then forward, "I think you already know the answer to that."
His faceplate almost meets your lips, but you stick your hand up just in time, "Ah ta ta ta ta, not so fast," You gently push him back, "I don't have time for this right now and you know it!"
"You're staring at a camera feed that has had the exact same level of activity for 45 minutes."
"And it could change at any time!" You throw your hands up, "I have to stay vigilant, on guard. Doing my job, so in case anything does happen, I'm well prepared for it."
Moon's face plate spins, and you cross your arms with a huff.
When a few moments pass and he doesn't speak up, you spin around again, seeing the issue as settled for the time being.
"It sounds to me that you just don't want to kiss me."
That, awakens something in you. Something angry. Annoyed. Maybe a little aroused, you will admit.
You flip around again, "Oh that does it."
Moon snickers as you take hold of his face plate, tilting it down toward you.
"You think being a nuisance, a pain, naughty, gets you what you want, huh?"
"Seems that way," He chuckles.
You trace a finger along the side of his faceplate, "You're about to find out."
You kiss him, hard. Right across that stupid smile of his. Then another, and another. Sharp, quick kisses that shift from his mouth to his cheek, then down again. You reach a hand up, snaking it around the end of his hat and using it to tug him more down to you.
Craning your neck, you tuck your head under the bot's chin and just behind his faceplate, allowing you access to the wires there. You open your mouth and trail your tongue along the metal of his neck. You feel a shiver erupt through his entire frame.
You didn't know he could do that.
But you're not done yet.
While in that same position, you find a wire and gently bite down. Moon freezes and you also pause. Then, his fans get a notch louder than they already were. You take it as a sign to continue.
In the meantime, his hands keep themselves occupied by sneaking under the neckline of your shirt, tracing patterns into your collarbones. Your hands keep occupied by playing with the ruffle around his neck or tapping against his shoulders.
When you're satisfied with your efforts, you pull away, staring at the dazed bot for a moment. Then, you plant a final kiss on his smile.
You swipe your thumb over your lips, "Well, did you get everything you wanted?"
He has the audacity to giggle.
"I... suppose," His faceplate spins. You think if steam could come off of him, it would be.
You lick your lips, nodding. Your face is on fire, "Good. Glad that's settled then."
"Now then, if you'll excuse me," You turn around in your chair, scootching in, "I need to get back to work."
You jump when you hear a loud thump against the wall. Turning, you see Moon's fist has slammed into the light switch. You see his other hand is gripping his wrist, in a, really quite poor, effort to stop the action. With that, he goes limp on the wire, letting out another fit of giggles and a sigh.
You turn around again, infuriated, as the lights come on.
Bonk.
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Another treat from the drafts for you all
Find the masterlist here, thanks for reading!
#this was gonna hit the queue tomorrow morning#but I then realized that it would be QUITE the wake up call#There's a John Mulaney reference in here somewhere#and Im so sorry if that just ruined this for so many of you#couldn't help myself#dcatober24#fnaf dca#dca fandom#fnaf daycare attendant#fnaf moon#dca fic#x reader
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#dragon age#dragon age veilguard#dragon age the veilguard#dragon age spoilers#dragon age the missing#the missing spoilers#varric tethras#im sorry i couldn't help myself;;#dragon age 4
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ah yes my favourite pride flags! transsexual, lesbian, austria, bisexual, and germany!
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they're a couple of misfits!!
#has this been done yet#been thinking about this For Fucking Ever im SORRY#pattern-seeking brain saw two bitchy twinks named Hermie and i couldn't help myself#anyway. themb <3#dndads#dndads s2#hermie the unworthy#normal oak#oakworthy#cosmaido draws
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need an ice pack? giggles.
#chr: kara#chr: mc#twine if#interactive fiction#if: bewitched#sneak peek#i know i said i'd post a snippet *when* the poll ends but i couldn't help myself#ill be working on the character profiles now im sorry
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Silly little drabble about @localicecreambiter's fairy four swords AU!!
Goddesses above, Blue is getting frustrated. This discussion with the local Great Fairy has gone absolutely nowhere. Every time the others try and get a straight answer out of her, she speaks in riddles and dodges their questions. Frankly, Blue is about to snap.
"Please, Miss Great Fairy, can't you just tell us where this treasure is located?" Red asks for the fifth time, visibly stressed.
The Great Fairy does a little dance and looks away.
"I told you! It is over the bridge and through the pebbles and beyond the rainbows!"
That is IT.
"Gods DAMN IT, woman! Can't you drop your shitty riddles and give us a straight answer?!" Blue snaps, shouting at the fairy.
There's a beat of silence where even Blue looks shocked at his own words. Blue goes to apologize, but before he can get the words out-
"You BRUTE! How dare you speak to a Great Fairy that way! Perhaps you'll learn a thing or two when you walk in another's shoes!"
Her hands begin to glow, but just as Green is yelling at them to get out of the way, a blast of pure fae magic hits, and Blue's vision goes dark.
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Green watches in horror as the ball of magic hits Blue, Red and Vio, none of whom managed to get out of the way in time. He shields his eyes from the spell's bright glow, then feels his jaw drop when the light, along with the Great Fairy, disappears.
Laying on the ground unconscious are three, tiny fairies in even tinier tunics and hats.
He and Shadow immediately drop to their knees, carefully poking at the little forms on the floor.
"Vivi? Love, can you hear me?" Shadow says worriedly, scooping Vio into one hand and gently prodding at Vio with a finger. A soft groan is heard, and then Vio's eyes are fluttering open, the other two following soon after.
"What... what happened?" Vio asks, trying to stand but failing as a strange weight on his back makes him lose his balance. He turns his head and is met with the sight of golden, semi-transparent fairy wings emerging from his shoulder blades. He scrambles to his feet- his tiny, tiny feet, now that he's looking properly- and realizes that Blue and Red are coming to the same realization.
"Oh my gosh, are we FAIRIES??" Red exclaims delightedly, twisting around to get a good look at his wings which are a shimmering white with pale blue accents.
Blue looks slightly mortified, watching his strawberry pink wings flutter reflexively on his back, speechless.
Vio just sighs.
It's going to be a long day.
#I HOPE THIS IS OKAY I WROTE THIS IN 10 MINUTES LOL#im certain this probably doesnt match your vision but i did my best 😭#four swords#vio link#shadow link#blue link#red link#green link#vidow#sorry i couldn't help myself their gay loserness has infected me down to my bones#take a shot for every time i say the word “fairy” in this you'll die
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maybe they should've done a second take on the chapter name
#and why is priest seto serving ka hunt? 🤨#im sorry i couldn't help myself#ygo manga liveblog#yugioh#ygo#manga#out of context#priest seto#pharaoh atem
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@animelover4157
Here's their prompt!
I have always had an idea where Colin’s biggest threat for grabbing Penelope’s attention isn’t a suitor or Eloise.
No no no.
Colin’s biggest threat and nuisance is that he consistently have to fight a big ass dog (like a mastiff, cane corso, Saint Bernard, etc) that Penelope somehow convinced her mom to keep while in the countryside and is the very definition of a Velcro dog. It growls at any potential suitor that shows an interest in Penelope (it’s the reason why She doesn’t have suitors but Penelope is not aware of that).
For Colin, it does something worse. In the rare chance, that it is not next to Penelope, it will purposely move itself right next to/on top of Penelope so Colin cannot sit anywhere near her while it stares him down. This causes to Colin and the dog to race and wrestle one another to get to Penelope’s side with Colin losing 80% of the time and him glaring it down. Penelope thinks that they are playing and are getting along but is completely oblivious of the actual situation.
Tiny woman with a big ass dog. Classic.
Here's what I'm thinking.
So the Featheringtons were out in Ireland to visit Portia's brother, Mr. Finn Carroll, and his family. During their family visit one of the cousins introduced Penelope to the puppies their dog recently had. One of those puppies became attached to Penelope.
"Aw Portia look at that Penelope made a friend!" Finn said as he slid up next to his big sister.
"No," Portia immediately said.
Finn fully looked at Portia. "No?"
"No," Portia repeated. "Finn, I do not need a dog in my house."
"Oh, come on, Porshie!" Finn said, pulling out his puppy eyes and the childhood nickname. Tricks with a proven track record for him on getting what he wanted from his sister. "Let my niece have a puppy! You're already taking away her title as baby of the family!"
Portia sighed, rubbing her pregnant belly. "Finn, I am not dumb. We were both raised with an Irish Wolfhound. That dog will most likely get bigger than Penelope, and they're made for hunting large prey!"
"Yes, but you also know they make great companions!" Finn argued. "And doesn't Penelope need a friend?"
Portia will later blame her pregnancy brain, but when the Featheringtons went home, they brought a new puppy named Artemis with them.
Well, much like the goddess she was named after Artemis was a girl's dog and hated most men. She tolerated a few like the male staff, and she tolerated Lord Featherington on a good day. But most of the time, she stayed by Penelope's side.
"It is like she is sewn to your side," Felicity commented once as Artemis laid across both her and Penelope's laps.
Penelope laughs. "She just loves me."
Artemis barked in agreement.
At her full-grown height, Artemis was about the size of a small pony and was taller than any lord Penelope had ever seen if she stood on her hind legs. Artemis faithfully sticks by Penelope's side despite Portia's groans of dog hair in Penelope's dresses. Penelope only giggles when Artemis's response is to fully lay on her.
Artemis loves her life with Penelope and would only really change one thing. One tiny annoyance in her life.
That damn Colin Bridgerton. He's trying to take Penelope away from her! And he doesn't leave when she growls at him like the other men! He even growled back at her once!
The fool tries to race her too on the rare times she is not in her rightful place by Penelope's side. Why the fool thinks he'll win against her, she'll never know.
Today just so happened to be one of those days. Artemis was out in the park with her family. She was playing with Felicity and Penelope. The two girls throwing a ball attached to a string and having Artemis chase after it.
Artemis sniffed the air and stopped. She smelled Bridgertons. Looking around she spotted the family. Now the Bridgertons themselves weren't a bad thing, a few in particular she could do without and one wished was never around.
Well, it looks like today won't be the day Artemis's wish comes true. Just as she spots Colin Bridgerton he spots her as well. They stare at each other for a moment before both take off towards Penelope.
Artemis stared smugly at the Bridgerton as she once again claimed her prize of being next to her favorite human. Her head resting in Penelope's lap as Penelope pets her.
"One of these days Artemis I'm gonna beat you," Colin swore.
Penelope giggled. "It's so nice for you to play with Artemis Colin. I'm sure she loves racing with you."
Artemis turned her stare onto Penelope, headbutting her in the red head's torso. Playing? Absolutely not Penelope. Can't you see he's trying to steal you?
"You are coming to my family's country party? Colin asked Penelope.
Artemis stares back at Colin. Why hasn't he left yet? He's lost the race.
"Yes," Penelope replied.
Artemis huffed, leaning herself fully on Penelope. Going to Aubrey Hall meant a long carriage ride, AND Colin being around every waking moment. He was worse in the countryside where he had Penelope and Artemis trapped in his family home. Well at least Penelope won't be going to that bad smelling place she goes to ever few nights. Artemis hates when Penelope comes home smelling like that. To the point she almost considered getting Colin to go look for Penelope one night when the rest of the family. If only Penelope didn't lave her in charge of Felicity.
On the trip to Aubrey Hall, Artemis lay on the floor of the carriage by her family's feet. The rock of the carriage lulling her to sleep. At least with this trip, Artemis will have more space to run around temporarily before returning to London for another few months.
Another family was arriving as Artemis' own family were getting out of the carriage.
"Oh Portia!" The mother of the other family greeted Portia.
"Hello Mary," Portia said.
The older women started talking, meanwhile Penelope struck up a conversation with the older daughter.
"How are your first impressions of Aubrey Hall Kate?" Penelope asked.
Oh Artemis has heard of Kate. She likes Kate for how frustrated she makes Anthony. It's funny to watch when Artemis is visiting the Bridgertons with Penelope.
"H-hello."
Artemis looked around before feeling the wet nose of another dog boop against her leg.
Looking down, Artemis saw the smallest dog in her life. Was it a dog? It smelled like one, but how is a dog this small?
The smaller dog stared at Artemis. "I'm Newton! Newton Sharma!"
Oh this is Kate's dog.
"Artemis Featherington," Artemis said. Bowing her head a little so she wasn't towering over the smaller dog.
Newton began to tap his two front feet. Was he nervous? Artemis laid down to be at a more even eye level with him. "Perhaps this will be better to talk?"
Newton lets out a little yelp, one of excitement and moves closer. "Yes! Have you been here before?"
Artemis nods. "Many times. How are you dealing with your interloping Bridgerton?"
"You mean the Viscount?" Newton asked. Newton moved his head a little. "Well, I did knock him into the Thames the other day."
Artemis barked out a laugh. "I'll have to remember that the next time Colin races me near it."
Newton's feet did a few quick taps. Did he have to go? Artemis wondered if she should ask him if he needs privacy.
Before she could Artemis caught a movement out of the corner of her eye.
Artemis let out a whine. Oh great Colin has made his appearance and he has that mischief making smirk of his directed at her.
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