#i will not main tag ada for reasons...

[geddy-leesbian]

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Leon S. Kennedy/Luis Serra

Characters: Leon S. Kennedy, Luis Serra, Ada Wong, Claire Redfield

Additional Tags: technically there's aeon here but it isn't endgame, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Wound Tending, Las Plagas (Resident Evil), Raccoon City (Resident Evil), Game: Resident Evil: The Darkside Chronicles, Game: Resident Evil 4 Remake (2023), Manipulation, title from Souls by Rick Springfield

Summary:

The first time Leon kisses his soulmate, it isn't how he thought it would be.

But after a few years and a few twists, he gets his fireworks…

my secret santa fic for @vizishereig :3

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tumblr live is so exhausting to mute weekly on every alt i have. it's not encouraging me to use the live service at all, it just discourages me from using the alts (and therefore the entire site as a whole) because i don't wanna deal with it over and over and over again.

[originalartblog]

I'm seeing many of you concerned over Dazai and Chuuya's capacity to touch each other without everything exploding, however, Dazai's ability nullifies any he touches instantly, so Chuuya's wouldn't have the time to do anything to him, it would just be cancelled upon contact

also: what do you mean "original ability"

concept: ADA!Chuuya, but All Men Are Equal gave him total control of his ability by stabilizing it and getting rid of his permanent singularity, so he reverted to his original power: enhancing others' abilities.

Bonus:

[xoxoavenger]

I just read all of your Thomas Shelby x reader and i fell in love with all of it 😍

I honestly don't have any idea or specific request for you but i will send you these GIF in hope that maybe they will spark something for you to write.

Now that i have pick these i kinda realize i want some more hurt comfort 😅

thank you so so much! I'm glad you love them. I really locked in for this to try and get an idea, so hopefully you like it!

Up The Duff

pairing: Tommy Shelby x Pregnant!Fem!Reader

word count: 2536

warnings: pregnancy, hurt w/ comfort :)

"Good of you to join us." Y/N said to Ada when she finally walked into the main room. She and Polly were having tea, gossiping about practically everyone in Birmingham.

"Where have you been all day?" Polly asked in a much flatter tone than Y/N had, looking into her tea as if she were preemptively reading the leaves through the liquid.

"In bed." Y/N raised her eyebrow while Polly picked up a news paper, sharing a look with Ada. Oh, Ada had been in bed alright; in bed with Y/N's cousin. But, Y/N was in bed with Ada's brother, so she couldn't really say anything.

She kept Ada's secret well, and for awhile, Ada kept Y/N's secret. That was, until the entire Shelby lot had walked in while Thomas had her bent over the desk, clawing at the wood like an animal.

It took quite some time for her to gather the courage to look any of the Shelby's in the eye.

"Couldn't sleep. Then I couldn't wake up. Then I was cold, and then I had to go for a wee." Ada was cutting herself some bread, and Y/N rolled her eyes as she over explained everything. "Then I was with this bear on a boat, but that was just a dream. Then I was hungry." Ada sat down across from Y/N, who sipped her tea and looked at Polly. "I've never seen you read the paper, Pol." Ada said as she put jam on her toast.

"The BSA are on strike. The miners are on strike. IRA are killing our boys, ten a day." Polly gave Ada a look, the younger girl simply licking the jam off her fingers.

"What?" Ada asked, looking between Y/N and Polly.

"Stand up," Polly told Ada, making Y/N raise an eyebrow once more.

"Why?" Ada asked, and Y/N tried to follow Polly's reasoning. She wasn't getting anywhere.

"Just stand up." Polly instructed. Y/N stood with Ada, going around the table to stand behind Polly as Ada wiped her hands. "Side on," Not even a moment later, Polly was grabbing Ada's breast, Y/N and Ada both letting out a gasp.

"What are you doing, Pol?" Y/N asked, walking up beside her. The older woman paid no mind to Y/N.

"Ada, how late are you?" Y/N's eyes widened. Was Ada pregnant?

Ada crossed and uncrossed her arms. "One week." Good, not too bad. Still a chance. "Five weeks." Ada said at the silence. Y/N looked a Polly, who was still looking at Ada. "Seven if you count weekends. I think it's a lack of iron." Ada tagged onto the end, and Y/N almost lost her breath. She knew Freddy and Ada had sex, but they weren't married, and she never thought this would have been the outcome. Polly sat down, and Ada sat next to her, causing Y/N to be on the outside behind them.

"What about those tablets?" Y/N asked, hoping to help.

"They didn't work, did they?" Polly asked, a sympathetic look on her face.

"No," Ada shook her head, and Y/N sighed. "I blame Y/N for my lack of notice. We're synced, and she hasn't asked for anything in two months, at least." It was quiet in the room as they all realized what Ada was saying.

"What? I just started buying my own." She lied, crossing her arms.

"No," Polly said, looking Y/N up and down. "Not both of you. Not two Shelby's." She begged, making the sign of the cross.

"I'm not a Shelby." Y/N informed Polly, as if she hadn't already known.

"You might as fuckin' well be!" She yelled out, making Y/N look around.

"I am not pregnant!" She yelled, taking a deep breath and calming herself down as Ada and Polly stared. She looked around, glad all the men were out. "I am not pregnant." She walked around the table and sat at the space across from the Shelbys.

"At least I've come to terms with it." Ada muttered, making Y/N scoff.

"We might not be pregnant. Just," She paused as she tried to think of a reason why her and Ada would be almost two months late.

"That's it," Polly hit the table, even though no one was talking.

"What's it?" Thomas asked as he walked in. Y/N's heart basically stopped beating for a moment, and she swore she was going to throw up.

"Y/N just came up with a new idea for jam." Ada covered, reaching over Polly to grab her toast. "Nothing special."

"Right." Thomas paused, turning to Y/N and nodding. She nodded back, giving a small smile to him. "I just came to pick up Y/N so she could get ready for our date tonight." Thomas walked over to Y/N, grabbing her hand and helping her up. His hand then went to the small of her back, and she smiled up at him.

"Oh, but she just agreed to go out with us." Polly feigned sadness, and Y/N raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, we were going to go to the new pub." Ada added, causing Y/N to squint. She didn't make any plans, and they had no reason to go out tonight.

"Oh?" Thomas questioned, and Y/N licked her lips.

"Uh, yeah," She wasn't sure the reason Polly and Ada wanted to go out, but she could guess that it had to do with their recent discoveries. "Sorry. I forgot we were going out." She bluffed, looking up again at Thomas. He cocked his head slightly, looking down at her.

Oh shit. He has to know.

"Right," Thomas looked at his family then, putting his free hand in his pocket. "Well, in that case, I will just be stealing her for the afternoon." He began to usher Y/N out, the two barely able to utter goodbye at Thomas' pace.

"Tommy, slow down!" Y/N said, tripping over her heels as they stepped out the door. He caught her, continuing all the way to the car. He helped her in as fast as he possibly could, practically pushing her across to the passenger side. "What was all that?" She asked as Thomas started the car.

"I think I should be asking you the same question." He responded, pulling into the street and driving down the road to her apartment.

"Why?" She asked, leaning against the door as she looked at Thomas. His side profile was something she could admire on a daily basis, and today was no exception.

"What was Polly talking about when I came in?" He cut straight to the chase, and she licked her lips as she shifted to face the windshield.

"The jam?" Y/N questioned, trying to stall.

"I'm not buying that shit." Thomas told her, glancing at her quickly before looking back at the road. "Just tell me what you were really talking about." He put a hand on her thigh, making her insides heat up. She forgot what they were talking about for a moment until Thomas hummed in question.

"It really was jam." She said innocently, nodding as if he were watching.

"Right," Thomas nodded, licking his lips and clearing his throat. "And this jam, what's the idea?" He questioned, still not moving his hand.

"The idea?" Y/N repeated, trying to think of something, anything, to tell Thomas.

"Yes, that's what I said." He told her, turning onto her street.

"Of course," She looked out the window; she didn't know the first thing about jams.

"Do you even know the ingredients to make jam?" Thomas asked, causing Y/N to scoff.

"Why would I have an idea for jams if I didn't know the ingredients?" Yes, this was good. She was getting him off topic.

"That's what I'm asking." He told her, not even seeming angry as he pulled up outside her building. She hopped out and met him on the other side, letting him hold her hand and lead them into the building.

"D'you want some tea?" Y/N asked as she opened the door to her apartment.

"Ah, best not. Where did Pol say you girls were going tonight?" Thomas asked, taking his hat off as he entered her small room.

"Oh, ya know, out and about." She said, pouring some water into the kettle to heat it, even though Thomas had said he didn't want any tea. She had forgotten the lie that Polly had made up already, and it made her heart sink.

"Ah, the Garrison?" He asked, taking a cigarette out and putting it in his mouth. Y/N turned, trying not to let her eyes widen.

"Could you not smoke in here, Tommy? It's a small room." She requested, walking up and taking the cigarette out of his mouth, replacing it with her own lips. He responded in kind, hands traveling to her side.

"What's really going on?" Thomas asked as they parted, causing Y/N's brain to come back much faster than she would have liked.

"What do you mean?" She whispered against his lips, trying to distract him again. Thomas was unfortunately strong willed, and he stepped back slightly.

"Come on, love. I know you don't make jam, and I know you and Ada and Pol aren't going to a pub tonight. Why're you lying to me?" He looked genuinely upset, and Y/N took a deep breath, turning back to the kettle as it whistled. As she was pouring the water, he wrapped his arms around her, kissing her cheek and pressing his face close to hers.

"Tommy," She whispered, tears in her eyes. "Tommy, I'm late." She muttered, letting a tear fall from her eye as she put the kettle down.

"Late?" He asked, and Y/N could tell he didn't understand because he hadn't tightened his arms or moved away.

"Yes," She said, not able to explain further.

"For," Thomas led off, leaning into her more causing her to spill some of her tea on herself. She hissed as she put it down, taking a deep breath.

"Tommy," She turned to him, looking up and watching his face fall as he realized she was crying.

"You're late," He said in understanding, taking a deep breath. She nodded, more tears falling down her face.

"We're going somewhere tonight," She told him, not able to look at him. "To confirm it." She kept Ada's secret, knowing that eventually Thomas would figure it out and it wasn't her place to tell him.

"I see," Thomas let go of her and walked backward running his hands over his face as he looked out the window. He licked his lips, rubbing his hands together. "How, um, how long?" He asked, finally looking at her.

"I wasn't keeping track, but, um, probably two months. Maybe 3." Her voice got quieter as she said the last part, and Thomas just nodded, looking back out the window. He then grabbed his hat and wordlessly walked out of the apartment, leaving Y/N in shock. She fell softly to the the floor then, staying there until Ada and Polly came to pick her up.

~

Tommy wasn't sure what to do.

He was feeling a lot of emotions, and his heart hadn't stopped beating out of his chest for thirty minutes. He sat on his bed, his door locked, with his hands over his face as he tried to breathe. He didn't want to leave Y/N, but he didn't want to freak out in front of her either.

How could he be a father? He knew Y/N would be a good mother, but he wasn't so sure about himself. What if he fucked up this kid? He would never be able to live with himself. And his work wasn't the greatest; he wasn't sure if he would ever get to the point where kids would be a good option.

And God, Y/N. His sweet girl. It was his fault that she would go through this, that she would have to birth a child. Was she ready for it?

He should have stayed and talked with her, he realized suddenly. He ran down the stairs and back to his car, speeding to get to Y/N's. But by the time he had got to her apartment, banging on the door and begging her to let him in, he realized she had already left to go out with Polly and Ada. And he doubted they were going to a pub.

Shit.

~

He waited outside the door, sitting in the hallway and watching multiple people walk by before Y/N finally showed up, face free of any makeup and eyes swollen, probably from crying.

"Tommy?" He had his head down against his knees, and he jerked up at the sound of her voice. He took her in, wondering if she was angry at him for leaving, before hopping up.

"I am so, so sorry," He whispers, not sure what else to say.

"Let's go inside." She offers, unlocking the door before walking in. She'll definitely have to move in with him, because he doesn't like how there's only one lock separating her from someone that may want to hurt her in order to get to him. Just the thought makes him sick, and he locks the door as soon as he closes it. It's quiet as they both try to figure out what to say, neither of them looking at each other.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, putting his hands on his hips and then quickly crossing his arms instead.

"What?" She questions, not sure what Thomas was asking. She wasn't expecting that to come out of his mouth, especially after he stormed out.

"When you first had the idea that you were pregnant, why didn't you come to me?" He seems so hurt, so upset, and that makes Y/N even more sad. She looks away.

"I didn't know what you would do," She tells him, tears running down her face. She looks at the floor, rambling. "We're not married, and I know you're trying to build your business and I just-"

"Do you want to be?" He cut her off, stepping closer to her.

"Want to be what?" She asked, too caught up in her worries to understand what he was asking.

"Married." He told her, completely confident. She blinked at him, not sure if he was being serious or if he was drunk.

"Is that how you're asking?" She questioned, crossing her arms and smiling slightly.

"If that's what you want," Thomas told her, grabbing her left hand and getting down on one knee. "I would be honored to be your husband." Y/N took a deep breath, trying to think about her answer.

"Are you only asking me because I might be pregnant?" She muttered, tears falling fast out of her eyes. She wanted to marry Thomas, but she didn't want him to marry her just because she was pregnant. "Because you don't have to do that," She sniffles.

"I wouldn't." He tells her, shaking his head as he puts his other knee down. He pulls her in by the waist, and she lets herself be tugged toward him, her stomach reaching his face. She cards a hand through his hair, smiling slightly.

"We'll be okay." She whispers, smiling as Thomas looks up at her. He stands, wiping her tears and pulling her in for a kiss.

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover @jbrownta

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「 CUDDLING WITH BSD MEN PT 3/4 」

pairings: fyodor x reader ፥ nikolai x reader ፥ sigma x reader ፥ poe x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: curse words, I’m sorry I had to curse the doa is cracked

other parts: ada ᨒ port mafia ᨒ doa + the guild ᨒ the hunting dogs

a/n: this is the most cracked part yet

// fyodor dostoevsky ⌇˚.༄

⮑ … you are crazy for cuddling him, truly.

⮑ Our dear master manipulator, how you trust him enough to let him that close I do not know how. What confuses me even more, how did you get him to trust you? Anyways— somehow you managed it, and it’s now time for some cuddle headcanons with Fyodor.

⮑ His lap is your throne. He spends pretty much all of his time in front of his monitors, so it’s not uncommon for one of the other doa members to walk in and find you curled up on it. As long as you don’t distract him, he will allow you to stay and do as you please. Sometimes he’ll wrap an arm around your waist.

⮑ He actually doesn’t mind pda, he doesn’t see you as a weakness to himself and trusts that you’ll be taken care of and safe, if not by him then by the others. I think having an arm or hand on your waist is common with him when you two are out. He will make it clear to anyone who stares at you too long that you’re his.

⮑ He’s big spoon always, he will never give up control even with something as small as cuddling. Honestly you’re lucky he will cuddle you at all. He’s not fond of touching much. Seriously the fact you touch him without knowing his ability, you’re absolutely insane. His cuddles I feel like are cold. Oh, and if you annoy him he will kick you off his lap.

⮑ 4/10, when he allows you in his lap and you behave you find that it’s actually quite nice. Good luck though.

// nikolai gogol ⌇˚.༄

⮑ I find you crazy for cuddling him as well but for a completely different reason.

⮑ With Fyodor you’re insane because he’s dangerous as hell, and yes Nikolai is too, but I find you crazy for cuddling him because he’s an unpredictable crazy clown. He is the definition of “never let them know your next move”. It’s never safe cuddling him. You never know when he will pull a prank—.

⮑ He will pull shit out of his cloak during cuddle sessions or pull you through. He will come up behind you, hug you, and suddenly you’re teleported to a pool full of rubber ducks. And that’s on the bright side.

⮑ All jokes aside, it scares me to say he’s actually good at cuddling. He’s very attentive, he knows how to read you. Like Dazai, his cuddles feel too secure at time. He knows when to be serious with cuddles, and when he can be unhinged. He’s pretty good at behaving according to what you can handle.

⮑ He’s very comfortable to cuddle, and he loves when you rest your head over his heart. He’s another big spoon for sure, another one who doesn’t like being out of control. Except for him it’s more that it just doesn’t feel comfortable or right. He also loves pda, and he loves messing with you in public. He could care less if people are staring.

⮑ 6/10, you better hope he’s more in an attentive mood than wanting to torment you.

// sigma ⌇˚.༄

⮑ He demands cuddles every second of every day. Give them to, him or else.

⮑ Our precious three year old. I promise you he has never been cuddled a day in his life. Like pretty much every aspect of your relationship, cuddles are a new thing that he has to learn. Once he learns though he adores it. It’s his main form of comfort. More often enough he comes home from work and collapses in your arms.

⮑ Due to how stressed out this poor boy is and how he pretty much never catches a break, he’s almost always the little spoon. It’s either a nervous breakdown or you hold him. How can you complain though he’s so precious. Plus he has pretty and soft hair to play with.

⮑ When he is the big spoon he always holds you in his arms protectively, terrified that if he lets go he will lose you. He often will place a hand over your head as he holds you. If you fall asleep in his arms he will sit there wondering how he got so lucky with you. He loves spooning you because again, you’re safe in his arms.

⮑ He loves when you visit him and sit in his lap, it makes working so much easier for him. He’s very shy with pda but if you love it he will do his best. He gets so flustered when people walk into his office and you’re in his arms, it’s actually so precious.

⮑ I could go on and on about him and his adventures of cuddling tbh.

⮑ 10/10, he’s so sweet and cute and does his absolute best for you.

// edgar allan poe ⌇˚.༄

⮑ Oh my gosh he’s so easy to fluster I can’t. And Karl?

⮑ No literally it takes nothing to make him flustered he’s so shy. 90% of the time you have to take charge when it comes to initiating physical contact. He second guesses himself and worries he might be too much. So he allows you to initiate it. Yet he panics every time. Crawl into his lap? Tomato.

⮑ Karl constantly crashes your cuddle sessions, which is probably a good thing or things might turn… nsfw. It’s actually quite cute though, Poe will be writing a book, you’ll sit in his lap, and Karl will sit in yours. Honestly you get just as much cuddles from the raccoon as you do your bf, something he gets jealous about lol.

⮑ Believe it or not he’s actually mostly big spoon. Similarly to Sigma, it comforts and reassures him to be big spoon. Though he genuinely doesn’t mind being little spoon, especially if you love being big spoon.

⮑ Your most common cuddle position, besides sitting in his lap when he writes, is either you holding him while he writes, or facing each other in bed holding each other. It’s easy to talk to each other softly and give gentle kisses.

⮑ 9/10, sometimes having to constantly initiate it can get a bit frustrating.

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Her Father's Eyes | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: former friends. Mentions of drunken one night stand, tough decisions were made.

Word Count: 1,876

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⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Mabel, sweetheart, please slow down," Y/N calls after her three-year-old daughter as she runs away from her and towards the spot where they sit by the pond.  

"Picnic! Mummy! Picnic!" The toddler cheers but comes to a halt as she notices someone in their spot. 

Noticing the familiar faces surrounded by a brood of children, she adjusts the basket and blanket in her arms and takes Mabel's hand leading her to another area of the park. "Let's go find another place to sit." 

Arriving under a tree, Y/N lets go of Mabel's and sets the picnic basket on the ground. Unfolding the blanket, she lays it out on the ground and places the blanket on it before walking over to her daughter and lifting her up to place her on the blanket. 

Y/N takes out a handful of the toys she's brought with them. Mabel has a doll and a wooden horse with her that she will not leave the house without. She sits down and arranges the toys in front of Mabel. "Here you go, my love." 

"Thank you, mummy." 

"You're welcome," she smiles lovingly at her daughter, watching her play. 

The little girl bears hardly any resemblance to her. She is convinced that Mabel looks more like her father with dark hair, button nose, pouted lips and vibrant blue eyes. Those same blue eyes were one of the reasons she was hesitant to return to Small Heath. People would know with only one look at Mabel, who she belonged too. 

"Is that really you, Y/N L/N?" 

Looking up from her daughter, Y/N saw Ada standing there, clutching Karl's hand, a stunned expression on her face. She didn't believe the lone girl among the Shelby siblings would see her from where she was. 

"Ada, it's good to see you again," she says as she rises to her feet. She's immediately drawn in for a hug. "What are you doing in Small Heath? Last I heard, you were done with this place." 

"The same goes for you. I'm back for a little visit. I thought Karl would enjoy spending time with his cousins," Ada explains. "How about you? Polly told me you moved to Norwich be closer to your sister." 

"I returned a month ago to care for my mother," she says solemnly. "She became ill with a fever." 

"How is she doing?" Ada inquires. 

"She passed away 10 days ago," she replies, sadly.  

"I'm truly sorry, Y/N. She was a wonderful lady" Ada expresses her condolences. The young woman hadn't seen Y/N's mother in a long time. 

"Look, Mummy!" Mabel's enthusiastic shout cut her conversation with Ada short. She turns to the small girl who's pointing to the duck and ducklings swimming in the pond. Mabel's favourite animal, along with horses, happens to be ducks. She is completely enamoured with them. "Duckies!" 

"They're duckies," she gasps feigning excitement as she kneels back on the blanket next to her. 

"My goodness, who is this lovely little thing?" Ada asks, kneeling down to Mabel's level. When she takes a good look at the girl who looks so much like her father, she tries to hide her surprise. 

"This is Mabel, my daughter," she introduces them. "Mabel, love, this is mummy's old friend Ada and her son Karl." 

"It's lovely to meet you, Mabel," Ada smiles and holds her hand out towards Mabel. Mabel places her much smaller hand in hers and shakes it. "Karl, why don't you play with Mabel while mummy and Y/N have a little chat," Ada instructs her son as she encourages him to sit with Mabel.  

Karl nods and sits beside Mabel as she shows him her doll and wooden horse and instructs him on how to play with them. She has no idea they are related, but she is already ordering him about. She is, after all, her father's daughter. 

"Karl is growing into a handsome young man," Y/N watches the children. She last saw him during Freddie's funeral. If she remembered correctly, Karl was about two years old at the time. A few months later, she became pregnant with Mabel. 

Glancing to Ada when she doesn't say anything, she sees that her old friend's lips are pursed, eyes slightly squinted and is thinking hard about something as she watches Mabel. 

"She is beautiful Y/N," Ada finally says, having finished pondering her thoughts. "Is her father around?" 

"No..." she admits looking down at her hands resting in her lap, thinking of how her daughter was conceived during a drunken night of passion. "No, he's not around." 

"Does he know?" Ada continues to question her. Y/N goes to answer but Ada cuts her off before she can get a word out. "Of course he doesn't, other wise you'd be wearing his ring and using his last name. Does she have his last name?" 

Y/N nods. "Her name is Mabel Evelyn Shelby."  

"Will you tell him?" she asks. 

"When the time is right," she sighs knowing it was inevitable now that she was back in Small Heath. The whispers could already be heard. Whether Tommy heard them or not, she didn't know.  

"Are you living in your mum's house?" Ada asks, looking as though she's thinking up something. 

She looks at her suspiciously. "We are." 

"Well then, I'll drop by tomorrow and give you my address and telephone number that way you can call me and come visit when you're in London," Ada says as she stands to her feet. "I would love for Karl to get to know his cousin." 

"So would I," Y/N agrees, also standing to her feet.  

Ada draws her in for another hug. When she lets go, she turns to the children. "Karl, it's time to go, sweetheart. Say goodbye to Mabel." 

Y/N smiles when Karl mumbles a goodbye to his cousin. Mabel in return gives him a quick hug.  

"That she doesn't get from her father," Ada quips as Karl walks over to her.  

"I don't know. Tommy could be pretty affectionate when we were kids," she giggles thinking of how different Tommy was when they were growing up. 

Later that night, when Mabel had finally drifted off to sleep, Y/N kisses her daughter's head, whispering sweet dreams to her before leaving her bedroom.  

She moves into the kitchen and is about to start on the dishes when there is a knock on the door. She wipes her hands on the dish cloth and makes her way to the front door.  

Swinging the door open, she’s startled to find Tommy standing there, a cigarette hanging from his perfect lips and an unsure look in those eyes he shares with his daughter.  

“Tommy,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper but Tommy hears it. 

“I know it’s late, but can I come in,” he asks, his smooth voice sounds uncertain, which isn’t what you heard often when he speaks.  

She nods, moving out of the doorway to let him in. Once he’s inside, she closes the door and turns around to face him. She’s unable to look at him as she anxiously messes with the hem of her blouse.  

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice going from unsure, to frustrated and impatient.  

“Tell you what?” She asks, playing ignorant. 

He frowns, “Do you think I’m daft?” 

“Not at all,” she answers. Tommy had always been a smart one, even when he was being stupid.  

“Then why didn’t you fucking tell me I have a daughter?” 

“Because I knew as soon as you found out you’d have us married and playing house while you were still in love with that traitor.” 

“I didn’t love her, she was a distraction from you,” he admits. 

“That’s lovely, ain’t it?” She says sarcastically. “The boy I grew up loving, fucked a traitorous spy so he could distract himself from me.” 

“Didn’t work though, did it?” He scoffs. 

“Did you come here to argue about our past or ask about Mabel?” She questions him, her own patience wearing thin. 

“Her names Mabel?” He asks. “After your grandmother.” 

She nods remembering the woman she named her daughter after. Her grandma Mabel was the sweetest woman anyone would ever meet. She was always baking something sweet to hand out to the neighbourhood kids, crocheting blankets for expecting mothers and visiting the hospital to read to the sick children. Everybody loved her and she loved everyone. 

“What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me about her?” he asks, less heated then a minute ago. 

“I wanted to keep her safe,” she tells him, truthfully.  

“I can keep her safe.” 

“Can you though?” She questions him. “Don’t get me wrong, Tom, I am proud of how far you’ve taken the Shelby name. But as you’ve climbed the ladder, you’ve made enemies. Some of those enemies won’t hesitate to use her, a sweet and innocent little girl, against you and I couldn’t have that.” 

“I want to see her,” he quietly demands. 

“She’s asleep in bed,” she tells him. “Just don’t wake her.” She leads him to Mabel’s bedroom.  

The door creaks as she pushes it open and walks into the room ahead of him. She watches him as he stares down at the little girl curled up in her bed, clutching her doll to her chest as soft snores emanate from her.  

“She looks like you,” Tommy says softly as he looks down at the little girl with astonishment.  

Y/N let’s out a chuckle, “I think she looks like you. Wait until she opens those pretty blue eyes of hers. She’s all you, Tommy.” 

Watching his little girl sleep, brings a calmness to him and an understanding of why she did it. He would go to any lengths to protect her now knowing that she’s his, just like Y/N had gone to hers. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.” 

“I should have told you,” she starts her apology. “I’m sorry I never told you. Just know it wasn’t an easy decision and it broke my heart to do it but I had to keep her safe. You have every right to be angry with me and to hate me.” 

“Don’t leave again,” he says barely above a whisper, his eyes never moving from his daughter. “Don’t take her away again. Let me be here for her and you. Let me take care of the both of you.” 

“We’re not going anywhere, Tom,” she tells him moving to stand closer to him as she also admires there little girl. “I know you can protect her and keep her safe.” 

“And you,” he adds. “I can keep you safe and protected too.” 

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she tells him. 

“But I do,” he says before adding, “I always have. Even more so now that we’re going to be a family.” 

“So, now you want to marry me?” She quips and leads him back out of the room so they don’t wake Mabel. 

“I should have married you years ago,” he admits as they move into the kitchen, where Y/N makes them a cup of tea. 

All through the night, the two parents talk about Mabel, Y/N filling him on everything he’s missed and Tommy learning everything he can about his daughter.  

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[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-twelve

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: Apologies if this chapter is kind of boring especially making you all wait five days for an update. I was hoping it would be more exciting, but it worked out better this way for this chapter.

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"Let me help you, Y/N."

I smacked Folio's hand away as he tried to help me out his car. "I'm fine. Now that my knee's wrapped, I can walk a bit."

My protests meant nothing to him as Folio still helped me out of the car, my camera bag perched on his shoulder. I told him I could carry it but he dismissed me, saying that he can help where I need it. As if he hadn't done enough for me today. If it wasn't for Folio, I wasn't sure how things with my mom would have ended.

After Lana and I had a very lengthy discussion about putting my mom in a facility once I'm back home from tour, Folio finished cleaning up the destruction while I lay on the couch to rest my knee. Lana looked at it and she said it wasn't broken, just extremely bruised and swollen. She wrapped it up for me and told me to pop a few pills to help the pain.

"Have you talked to Noah?" Folio asked as we stepped through the back entrance of the venue.

"Not really. I told him I had a rough night last night and needed to sleep it off. He wanted to get dinner tonight," I explained while limping along next to him.

With a quick glance to my watch, I noticed it was nearing four in the afternoon and Noah sent me a few texts wondering when I was going to show up. He didn't know Folio, and I were together all day and there was a small part of me that worried he would think the worst when he found out.

"Did he explain why his phone was turned off?"

I nodded. "His phone died, and he charged it when he got to Bryan's but it was on silent so he couldn't hear me calling until he saw all the missed calls when he woke up."

Folio led me towards the main stage, knowing that the rest of the guys were there waiting to go through one final sound check before doors opened, since Folio missed it earlier. We kept our reasoning why we were late short, too much to explain over text.

"Are you going to tell him what happened?" Folio questioned as he pulled me to a stop a few feet away from the stage.

Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the rest of the guys talking amongst themselves and when they noticed us, Noah's gaze felt hot on me.

"I-I don't know," I sighed. "Maybe once I have everything sorted with my mom."

Folio gave me a warm smile and handed me my camera bag. "I still think you should have stayed home."

I gave him a light shove to his shoulder before moving my bad leg around in a circle, doing my best to keep the grimace off of my face. Yes, it hurt like fucking hell but it was better that I was here than at home with my mom.

Folio saw right through it but still pulled me into a tight embrace and left a gentle kiss on top of my head. I wrapped my arms around him and let out a shaky breath, truly astonished at everything he did for me today.

"Thank you, Folio."

"Anytime." He promised.

"Are you guys doing whatever the fuck you're doing so we can get to soundcheck?" A loud voice echoed through the speakers of the venue.

Stepping away from Folio, I noticed Noah holding a microphone to his side and dark eyes watching me. I did my best to ignore the way he looked in the black tank top, the muscles of his arms flexing. Clearly seeing Folio and I together made him jealous, and this was something I didn't want or need to deal with. But as we walked closer to the stage, Noah then noticed the mark on my neck along with the scratches and as soon as he saw how I was limping, he jumped off the stage to meet me the rest of the way.

"What happened?" Noah asked with his gaze bouncing between Folio and I.

Folio nodded towards me. "I'll let her explain. I'm fine, don't worry."

Suddenly, Noah and I were alone, but I refused to meet his gaze. I didn't know what to say.

"Yeah my mom attacked me last night because she didn't remember me. I tried calling you but your phone was off so I had to call Folio."

Well, it was the truth which I'm sure Noah would appreciate.

The part of me that was apprehensive of this relationship was screaming at me to push him away because he wasn't there when I needed him.

But it was an honest mistake. He called you this morning as soon as he noticed all the missed calls.

"Angel," Noah's voice was quiet. "What happened to your knee? And your neck?"

It was hard to slip into a pair of jeans with the swelling of my knee so I was currently sporting my Bad Omens joggers. But even those couldn't the way I limped as I took a step closer to him.

"It's kind of a long story. It's why Folio and I are late," I began.

"Wait, you two were together?"

I slowly nodded. "Nothing happened like the way you're thinking, Noah."

He scoffed while stuffing his hands deep into the pockets of his pants. "What am I supposed to think? You two show up with scratches and bites on your neck. And you two were together all day while ignoring me?"

This time I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Don't you dare pull that shit. I tried calling you last night; over and over. You didn't answer. Folio did."

Okay, low blow. But I was still pretty upset.

"I already told you-."

"Your phone died, yes I know. But I didn't know who else to call, Noah. I needed help," I let out a shuddered breath.

His eyes softened. "I'm sorry, angel. I should have been there. We didn't even stay at the bar that long. I had two beers but was exhausted so we went back to Bryans. If you're worried I did something-."

"No," I immediately shot that idea down. "I trust you. But seems like you don't trust me."

Noah's face fell. "I do, angel. But can you see where I'm coming from? I see how close you and Folio are and makes me wonder what is so bad in your life that you'll tell him but not me?"

Guilt ate away at me when I realized how much my secrets affected him.

"I'm sorry. I want to tell you, I do. Last night was a rough night with my mom and I couldn't do it on my own."

"Everything alright?" Noah questioned as his hands reached for mine to pull me closer.

I winced in pain as the movement tweaked my knee. Noah jerked his hand back thinking he did something, so I waved him off.

"It's my knee. It's fucked up and really hurts," I said.

Before Noah could do anything, my phone rang from my purse and knowing it was Lana, I held up a finger to him.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Dear, how are you feeling?"

"I'm okay. The pain is pretty bad but I'll manage."

"I agree with Nicholas; you should have stayed home tonight. I'm sure Mr. Sebastian would understand."

I let out a laugh, a genuine laugh. "Why do you always insist on calling him Mr. Sebastian? You make it sound like he should be my dad's age."

At the mention of my dad, I suddenly remembered what my mom had spewed in her hysteria state. But not wanting to dwell on it right now, I cast a glance up to Noah who was watching me with a raised brow.

"Mr. Sebastian?" He questioned with his brows pulled together.

I pulled the phone away from my ear momentarily. "I'll explain later, I promise. You should get started on soundcheck."

Noah wrapped an arm around my midsection as he tipped my chin up towards him. "I'm holding you to that promise, angel."

His soft lips met mine in a quick but deep kiss, one that made my head swirl. When he pulled away, I looked at him with starry eyes and a small curve to my lips.

"You don't know how much I needed that," I admitted.

He winked before slipping away from me to head to the stage. "You know where to find me if you need more. Or something else."

I heard my name being called and remembering Lana was on the phone; I turned back to our conversation.

"I'm sorry. What did you say?"

"Your mother woke up a few hours ago with no recollection of what happened."

I exhaled. "Yeah, I figured."

"It's probably for the best."

"Hmm," I bit my lip. "Hey, Lana. Has my mom ever talked about someone named Lincoln? Or James?"

There was silence on her end for a moment, as if she was thinking it over.

"I haven't heard the name James, but your mother has talked about a Lincoln a few times. From what I gathered; they were together years ago."

"Did she mention a last name?" I pressed.

"Something Irish. I think it was Keoghan or Boyle."

I hummed, mewling over the words, and Lana could tell even through the phone that I was thinking too hard about this subject.

"Don't dwell on it, dear. It could be a story she made up in her mind."

"Yeah," I bit the inside of my cheek.

The guys started up their sound check, so I turned my back to the stage and slowly limped towards the far end of the room to hear better.

"I really appreciate you staying even with what happened last night. There's only two more weeks left on tour and when I get home, we can tour some facilities you recommended."

"Anything for you. I'll call you if anything happens."

With our goodbyes, I pocketed my phone and looked back to the stage. The guys were running through their songs in a quick pace, knowing they were short on time. As I began walking back to them, hoping to snap a few pictures, a yelp of pain erupted from my throat as my knee was practically screaming at me to stop moving.

"Y/N!"

The noise of instruments and Noah's voice halted as Folio stood up from behind his drums. "For the love of God, go sit down before you fuck up your knee even more!"

"I'm fine!" I shot back.

Folio then pointed a drum stick towards Noah. "She's your girl. Maybe she'll listen to you."

As I went to protest yet again, Noah jumped off of the stage and scooped me into his arms to carry me bridal style through backstage towards the green room.

"Noah, I can walk."

He gave me a sideway glance as if saying yeah right and once we were in the room, he gently set me down on the couch there. My camera bag was tossed onto the table in front of me, next to his laptop, and with a firm finger Noah pointed to me.

"You don't have to explain everything right now but what the hell happened to you?"

With slumped shoulders, I exhaled knowing that this conversation would happen at some point.

"My mom hit me in the knee with a bat then scratched and bit my neck," I brushed a finger over the bandage there.

Noah's body went rigid, his thoughts quickly thinking the worst, so I waved my hand around.

"It's not what you think. She-." My voice trailed off, trying to find the right words to say without giving too much away. "It's a long story, but she's sick. Folio tried to help, but she attacked him."

He ran a hand over his face and took a deep breath. "I have to get back but tonight, you and I are sitting in the back room of the bus and you're telling me everything."

Knowing there was no use in arguing, I nodded. I wanted to tell Noah everything. Folio assured me that Noah wouldn't walk away, he'd stay by my side.

"Okay," I smiled. "It's a date."

Noah leaned down to press a kiss to my lips. "What a great first date."

I raised a playful brow. "Oh, here I thought last night in the storage closet was our first date."

His eyes turned dark as a low noise came from the back of his throat. "Be good, angel."

Before he walked through the door, I called for him and pointed to his laptop. "Is it alright if I use your laptop? I need to look something up."

"Of course."

Noah shut the door with one final smile, and I tentatively reached for the laptop. Thankfully, he had no password, and I froze momentarily at the picture he had set as a background. It was one of the four guys and me at one of their annual pre-tour parties. It was only the third day of working for them and before my first tour, so I had been nervous all night. Folio talked to me throughout the night, easing my worries, along with Davis. Since I previously knew him and it was him that got me the job, I hung by him most of the night.

In this picture, it was a group shot of everyone on the crew and the Bad Omens guys. For some odd batch of luck, I got put next to Noah, and it was when he still had his long hair; it being held back by a clip. This was also before the tension between us started so he had an arm around my shoulder while my hand was around his back.

It was the first time I saw this picture so a small gasp fell from my lips when I noticed Noah wasn't looking at the camera; his eyes were on me, who was oblivious to the whole thing, and a fond smile on his face.

Clearly, his feelings for me went as far back as that night.

With my own fond smile, I clicked on the internet browser and typed two words into the search bar.

[aikeo]

Soukoku argues like a married couple and ive seen a bunch of people write about hiw their secretly married and just no one knows but imagine sskk are the ones secretly married.

Its not a secret perse but it was just by signing papers and legally so no wedding (yet). The only reason no one knows is cuz thwy still act the same with eachother and instead of rings they have like metal dog tags with cute messages like "just the two of us?" And "Do we need anyone else?" And then eachothers names or something i guess. They get the other one's quote.

They keep them on under everything. Cuz atsushi keeps losing limbs so thats why a ring was a no go and akutagawa likes to keep it safe under rashoumon.

No one has any clue (except gin and kyouka whose big bro radars have been tweekin lately. and ofcourse Ranpo, nothing gets past him).

Only reason ADA found out was because Atsushi asked Fukuzawa for a day off to celebrate his 1 year anniversary which he congradgulated him on and dismissed him for the day. only to confusedly charge into the main office room to ask why they didnt tell him Atsushi was married to which everyone kinda went "wtf!?" And Ranpo snickered in the background.

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Do you ship it?

very good picture

reason under the cut!

They met when Ranpo was 14 and Oda 15 when Oda was about to be interrogated about a murder that he was the main suspect of, before he was interrogated, Ranpo arrived and revealed that the man who was putting the blame on Oda ws the culprit, then Oda killed the man and escaped (he got arrested afterwards)

They met for the second time when Oda was 23 and Ranpo 22, they bumped into each other and Ranpo said he was the greatest detective and said that if Oda went where he was going he was going to die, Oda already knew this and continued to follow his path

In BEAST they don't even share the same panel, but they both work at the ADA

I don't know how they appeared in my mind, but since then they have a special place in my heart

extra: They could've interacted more in Bungo Stray Dogs BEAST since they both work at the ADA there, but in regular bsd they interact twice

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[astralspen]

I have brought to you headcanons for Chuuya, Atsushi, and Dazai!

WARNING: These headcanons are about eating disorders and unhealthy relationships with food in general. I am not a professional and have not had any ED's myself, so these headcanons are based solely off of my research and conversations I've had with loved ones who have experienced them. Please seek professional help if you struggle with any eating disorders and proceed with caution.

EDIT: added all the tags I forgot

1. Atsushi has Binge Eating Disorder. Since the orphanage restricted his food so much, he eats uncontrollably a lot and tends to starve himself a bit in between binges. Kyouka knows and tries to help Atsushi, but I don't actually think a lot of the ada members know. Atsushi hides it well and Kyouka respects Atsushis wishes to keep it under wraps. Dazai probably thinks something is up but isn't sure, and Ranpo probably knows about it, but neither say anything to avoid making Atsushi uncomfortable or nervous. Atsushi doesn't really eat in front of people either. The only exception is snacking when he gets super bad hunger panes (I'm talking not going days with eating little to nothing, usually that happens because of mission). Even then he will only binge or really eat in general until he's alone.

2. Chuuya used to have ARFID (Avoidant/Restrictive Food Intake Disorder). Because of him living in the slums until he was 15, he got used to ignoring hunger panes and limiting how much he was eating because of a lack of food, so when he was accepted into the Port Mafia, he brought those habits with him, and would only eat a certain amount at specific times, usually when he was alone. He probably only ate certain foods like bread, canned products, mostly things that wouldn't expire or would provide a lot of energy without eating much. Koyou, Dazai, and the Flags all helped him work through it so he doesn't have it by the time Canon rolls around and is careful about maintaining a good relationship with food for their sakes. Koyou also checks in on him whenever they meet up.

3. Not really ED related and I've seen this one a lot, but Dazai has days where he has a food aversion because of his depression. The thought of or seeing food makes him sick, or sometimes it's just days where he doesn't feel hungry at all. The days range from being able to eat if its his canned crab, to only drinking a glass or two of whiskey if anything (I imagine that whiskey is a kind of comfort drink to him because of the days where he drank at bar lupin with oda and ango), to refusing to eat and drink anything, whether it's his safe/comfort food or drink or not. Kunikida knows this and it's the main reason he checks in on Dazai to see if he's eaten. I don't think Kunikida is entirely aware of his safe food and drink, though, so if it's one of those days, Kunikida will just take a lot of time gently urging Dazai to eat something. Ranpo also probably knows about it and will sometimes throw a piece of candy Dazais way on those days. The combined efforts usually convince Dazai to eat a bit of canned crab, though it's always alone. Chuuya also knows and will get on Dazai about not eating. He'll also prep some canned crab and keeps a bottle of whiskey at his place just in case. Sure they're not healthy at all but it's better than nothing. The food aversion days were more frequent and worse back when he was still in the PM, and he's gotten better with them now. Though they do still happen every now and then of course.

[elderberries-and-honey]

Hello! As I explained in this post here, I am discontinuing the prequel series for a number of reasons. The main one simply being I lost the muse for it.

I do want to make it clear that reading the prequel isn't totally necessary to understand what's going on. However, there are some important pieces of information that I wanted to be able to explain and provide insight on and I'll be doing that in a summary.

If you're a new reader who's finding this later down the road, or you missed those posts, you can still view them under this tag here but they will be removed from the main story.

This summary is taken directly from my "cliffnotes" so to speak but it is implied that after this scene, this is all the information that Winifred provided to Lawrence on their boat ride from Ireland to Wales.

Without further ado, here it is in all it's unfinished glory below the cut.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 (𝐚 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬)

Winter, 1867

⋆ ˚｡ We are introduced to Winifred's mother, Alice Bloomsburg, who is out at a Christmas festival in London with her governess, Beatrice Brown, whom she considers a friend but also annoying chaperone.

⋆ ˚｡ Later in the evening, we see that Alice and Beatrice have missed their train back to Westminster and take shelter from the snow storm inside a pub. Here, Alice meets a man who introduces himself as Victor Calhoun, who is to become Winifred's father.

Spring, 1868

⋆ ˚｡ A few months have passed since the festival and it's implied that Alice & Victor are still seeing each other in secret. While helping her comb through her hair, Alice visibly has something on her mind and Beatrice mentions not having seen her at breakfast.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice makes a comment about feeling as though she has no say over her life or what is to become of it, to which Beatrice delivers the line, "seldom is life fair for women anywhere".

⋆ ˚｡ Alice, her mother, Ada, and Beatrice are off at a fitting for Alice's debutante ball. During the fitting, Ada makes a comment about Alice's weight & this causes Alice to make a snide comment to the seamstress about her mother not caring about her or her feelings. When Ada dismisses everyone except Alice and now in private, she clues her in on the fact that she knows what she's been up to behind her back and her family will not tolerate such a scandal. Ada instructs Alice to "get rid of it", implying she knows that Alice is pregnant.

Summer, 1868

⋆ ˚｡ Alice has since run away from home to live her life with Victor. We see that Victor has his own estate but overtime, it's implied that he is close to financial ruin after a few risky business investments and if he continues to lose money, he will live a life of poverty by the end of the decade.

⋆ ˚｡ Victor begins working "away from home" a lot and Alice overhears a conversation late at night from the servants quarters discussing if "she" (meaning Alice) suspects he's seeing other women behind her back. One of them implies that his only interest in her was monetary and was not out of love at all. 

⋆ ˚｡ While in bed one night, after thinking about what she overheard, Alice asks Victor why he hasn't proposed yet to which Victor says he's waiting 'for the right time'. Unsatisfied with his answer, she begins following him in secret when he's away from home, and she finds out that he has been committing acts of infidelity behind her back.

Winter, 1869

⋆ ˚｡ Alice makes her way back to the Bloomsburg Estate where she finds her mother has gone out for the evening. Instead, she encounters her father, Herbert, her brother, Tommy, and Beatrice. They inform her that even though it's against their wishes they can't allow her to come back home. Alice is in shambles, devastated and very pregnant by this point (about a month away from her due date).

⋆ ˚｡ Beatrice tells Alice to travel to BLANK, an English countryside village, and find her old classmate Mrs. Antilly who she promises will take care of her during the birthing process.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice finds Mrs. Antilly who hides her away in an old barn where Alice gives birth to Winifred on February 13th, 1869.

⋆ ˚｡ After Winifred is born, Alice takes her newborn baby and moves into a workhouse in Whitechapel. It's here that we see her abandon the last name Bloomsburg, instead giving the last name, Monet.

Autumn, 1877

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred is now eight years old and she and Alice are still living in the workhouse. Alice is gone for long hours out of the day working while Winifred helps out in the kitchen with the other children. It's clear the other children don't take to Winifred very kindly and she is a 'misfit' of sorts. At least until she meets her best friend, Millie Thomas.

⋆ ˚｡ We follow Alice to work. She is dressed in quite provocative clothing indicating she has become a prostitute in order to be able to provide for herself and her daughter. We see that a frequent customer has figured out Alice's real identity and blackmails her with the information. Forced to protect herself and her daughter, she must leave Winifred at the workhouse and go live with the man.

⋆ ˚｡ Alice informs Winifred that she must leave her but not without a proper goodbye. She gifts her a kitten, Honey, who quickly becomes Winifred's companion and matching necklaces. She promises that even if she can't write back that she will read every letter Winifred sends.

Summer, 1882

⋆ ˚｡ Now at thirteen, Winifred has taken to working in the hot kitchen full-time, and has dreams of becoming a published author one day. Despite how "mature" she is for her age, Millie's mother looks after as much as she can and Millie & Winifred are still thick as thieves.

Winter, 1885

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred and Millie are lounging around the workhouse one day, discussing what they want for their future and if they think they'll ever get married someday. Winifred tells Millie she isn't sure she ever wants to and she and Millie exchange dialogue about how strange it would be to even kiss a boy much less marry one.

⋆ ˚｡ A little timid, Millie asks Winifred if they should practice kissing with each other so that they'll be ready if they change their minds. The girls exchange an innocent kiss on the hardwood floor of the workhouse and giggle afterwards. However, the kiss means something very different to Millie than it does to Winifred.

Spring, 1889

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred has now moved into her own apartment in a less poverty stricken part of London. She seems to be doing quite well and has even gotten a second cat to celebrate who she named Thistle.

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred and Lawrence meet at a local tailor's shop and the two seem smitten by each other immediately. They begin writing each other letters back and forth and soon, Lawrence asks her on a proper date.

⋆ ˚｡ Millie is helping Winifred get ready for her date with Lawrence, brushing her hair and helping her tie her corset. While she reaches the last hole in the corset, Millie leans forward and kisses Winifred's neck, to which Winifred tells her to stop. Millie, uncomfortable and embarrassed, apologizes and says she's always loved Winifred. Winifred tries to explain gently that she doesn't feel the same way and that if Lawrence asked for her hand in marriage she would say yes.

⋆ ˚｡ Heartbroken, ashamed and a mix of other emotions, Millie tells her she's dumb for thinking a man will fix all her problems and her mother would be ashamed. Extremely hurt, Winifred commands that Millie leave and both girls are seen crying.

Autumn, 1890

⋆ ˚｡ While promenading around the park, Lawrence gets down on one knee and asks Winifred to marry him to which Winifred happily replies, yes, of course.

⋆ ˚｡ Winifred writes a letter to her mother and Millie explaining that she's leaving. It's implied that the letter she writes to her mother is the letter that begins our legacy here.

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how do relationship particles work?

anon asked: Okay question! How do you use "Kun" in a sentence? I was watching bsd in sub..so Japanese, and for example dazai calls kunikida "kunikida-kun" and I thought maybe since kunikida was dazai senior in the work environment he had to be formal? And since he calls ranpo "ranpo-san" it's also a formal thing, but he also calls Atsushi "Atsushi-kun" periodically...so what's the use of the word? Because kunikida doesn't use it for dazai, but Atsushi does?? I tried googling it but it still makes no sense to me!

so my specialty is korean, because that's what i studied, but fortunately most of the politeness rules between these two languages are the same!

when you're speaking to someone, it's important to keep the social hierarchy in mind. there are two main factors to consider with your work colleagues: age and seniority. you're right that it's strange at a glance for dazai to tag -kun onto the end of kunikida's name, because he is senior within the context of the ADA.

in a Korean workplace, for example, you would neverrrr call him 'kunikida', it would always be 'kunikida-nim'. I'm a little unsure if this rule still applies in a Japanese context, but!! there is a very good reason dazai does this!!

for one, kunikida IS younger than him (by like, a month, but still) and two, despite his higher status, they're partners, and so are essentially on equal footing out in the field.

adding -kun, -chan or -san to the end of someone's name isn't just a way to show your respect and status in regards to them. it's also a way to detail your relationship with them! if dazai were to add -san to the end of kunikida's name, he would essentially be bowing down to him. adding -kun instead still allows for a margin of respect, but it makes them seem closer, and kunikida slightly less important.

there's a chance that dazai does this purely to piss kunikida off- it makes sense, character-wise. however, by showing that their relationship is closer and less typical, dazai is telling everyone who's listening that they're MORE than just work-buddies. they're at least friends who spend time several days a week together, outside of work!

dazai also does this with chuuya. he could call him chuuya-san (which he does, but only behind his back) or even chuuya-kun (despite the fact that chuuya is older, this sometimes happens), but he doesn't! he only refers to him as 'chuuya' which, as I explained, is the least-polite option. it indicates not only that dazai is a little shit, but also that he and chuuya are really close!

I hope this helps!!

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oh yeah, now that it's closed, here's the post i wanted to make about that rt rebrand poll i made last week. this will be pretty long and kinda rambly, so feel free to just blacklist the "long post" tag :)

so like, i made the poll because of 2 main reasons: 1. because of a mix of comments i saw on other sites from people who also didn't know what color it was supposed to be, and 2. because of myself confidently believing it was some shade of orange until i switched from looking at it from my laptop screen to my phone screen.

it being a godawful shade of red/red-orange was mentioned in the article itself, which is why my question was phrased "what color do you guys think it is?" since either red or orange is both technically correct. going more into the specifics of the poll numbers:

tumblr doesn't show the specific number of people who voted for any given poll option by default, just the percentage, so i went digging and followed this tutorial to get the raw data using firefox's inspect tool. the final results are, with 934 votes total, red at 551 votes (59%), orange at 303 votes (~32.4%), and other/a secret third thing at 80 votes (~8.6%).

red winning wasn't a surprise, really, but i was pleasantly surprised at how many people didn't have a definite answer or switched between answers like i did. i can't exactly pin down why that is, but if i had to wager some guesses...

the color scheme has a high chance of being a callback to rooster teeth's Popular Web Series Red Versus Blue™:

and with a want/need for rt to rebrand, the idea of keeping the color scheme while also making it modern and pop out is really cool, but its execution is uh...

i couldn't fit everyone's tags, but you get the gist. it fucking sucks, man.

as @god-of-arts-and-crafts has pointed out:

orange and blue are complementary colors, with them being opposite each other on a color wheel except the people who made the rebrand chose a deeper shade of blue??? they couldn't even get that right, oh my fucking god, so while its technical color is red-orange, it can be overwhelmingly orange when paired with a similarly bright shade of blue, which is what's causing many people eyestrain. hell, the first time i looked at the picture when the news dropped, it literally gave me a headache lol

finally, as i've said in the tags of a different post about this eyesore, this is an accessibility nightmare. with the worst color combination possible, the colors used for the new font and logo are definitely not ada-compliant. there are free sites out there to test images for general accessibility issues. contrastchecker is what i use sometimes, and below is what i got using red-orange as the background and blue as the foreground, and vice versa:

(both versions had the same ratio and color difference lmao)

the americans with disabilities act recommends that the contrast ratio be 7 at the lowest, but should ideally be higher than that, if possible. this is objectively and subjectively a very bad corporate rebrand, and i really, really want rt to break their "no jokes on april 1st because that's our anniversary" rule this year. if for nothing else, then just so that people who haven't read the variety article and/or the reactions on social media aren't jumpscared once the new intros/endcards/whatever else start rolling in.

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Thank you very much for the great Valenfield gifs.

I visit the tag every day looking for new Valenfield content and it's quite bothersome finding new stuff that aren't even remotely Valenfield related...

So, I just want you to know that I truly appreciate your content. Its is really good. Thank you.

Thank you so much for the kind words!!!💖🥹💖 You made my day over here! Yeah that's one of the main reasons I wanted to start contributing content to the Valenfield tag. I'm not much of an artist and I don't have much time for writing fics so I decided to take on making gifs. So far I'm having fun with that. There are some frustrating moments with Tumblr's size limit and sometimes when I go back to edit some gifs, I might see a glitch in there and then I have to re-record new footage without the glitching, *shakes fist*! But I love making them so far and learning new things, so I get over that frustration pretty quickly and get right back to it! Can't promise you there will be content in there everyday, but I will try to have something in there when I can for you guys! Right now I just happen to be on a roll and I'm certainly going to take advantage of that! Fan content can mostly depend on whatever current title is out, RE4 Remake being that current title right now, we see upticks in Leon, Ada, Ashley, Luis, Krauser, ships etc... So maybe if we do get a future title with our fave duo down the line, we'll see an uptick in content! In the meantime, I will continue to do my part as well as some others from time to time that share their artwork, fics, headcanons etc.. Thank you again for the lovely feedback and I certainly thank you and all others here for following this blog. I am mega grateful for you guys! 🩵💚

[haru-sen]

Delayed WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @theemptyislost

Through the Gates of Horn and Oak:

For some reason, one beyond Zevlor’s ken, you really liked that vicious little quasit. Gale hesitantly agreed to let you borrow Shovel – as he needed Us to monitor the area while he laid down anti-monstrosity glyphs. The wizard was not so much reluctant to share his familiar as he was concerned that you did not have a proper bond to command it.

You kept feeding it jerky and it watched you with those shiny black insectoid eyes, its smile downright devious as it danced around you in a gleeful circle.

The intellect devourer was upsetting on its own, but ultimately it seemed to have a disarmingly friendly temperament. The abyssal fiend, however, was not so easy-going. In fact, its proclivities toward violence really concerned him. Perhaps his infernal bias was showing: devils were bad, but demons were worse.

Rite of Conquest:

“Oh, you do know the basics, True Soul,” the drow woman said, watching you craft some healing potions– Araj Oblodra if she was to be believed. “And you treat your ingredients well.” Despite the complimentary words, she looked bored.

You did not know much about the doomed House Oblodra, but the last scion did not seem like the healing sort.

“I have...other projects to work on. But our forces always need recovery agents. So if you wish to take over production, so I can focus on more important tasks, that would be useful.”

You nodded, glad for a job that let you sit while you worked. Here on the main floor there were traders, soldiers, servants, and all sorts bustling around and speaking freely. You simply got to work, refining components and listening to people talk, your tadpole spreading its awareness.

“I wouldn’t trust this one with supplies. If she can’t fuck it or betray it, she’ll just poison it.” The voice was familiar, laden with scorn.

You glanced up from the table, to see Marcus watching you with narrowed eyes, one hand on his weapon. He still wore is Flaming Fist armor, his long hair neatly groomed, his hand on his weapon.

“Do you need healing, saer?” you asked politely, like you had no idea why he was upset.

“Are you stupid?” Marcus sneered.

“I’m completing my tasks in the service of the Absolute,” you said voice calm, well-aware of the eyes on you. You were unarmed, but you readied yourself to dodge that damned great club. “Is there something you need?”

He drew himself up, glowering down at you. “That foulblood fucked you into compliance, did he? Good. You should get on your knees and beg my forgiveness.”

Tagging @ada-melodies, @lolliputian But no pressure!

[sapphire-weapon]

Hey, same ship anon and you summarised my feelings about Ada quite well! I'm very new to the franchise (and I first met her in original RE4) and just adored her. I saw so much exciting potential for this character and then the more I dived into it, I just became really disappointed!

It feels to me like they write absolutely nothing for her, other than to make Leon slightly more interesting and it's come across as lazy and misogynistic to me. Even her tumblr tag is completely saturated with him... It's why I really don't like the ship, because god she could just be so much MORE than "sexy cameo for the main guy".

Also yes, the Leon story wouldn't be severely impacted without her either. I would love for a separate Ada story altogether! Thanks so much for sharing your opinion with me! Have a lovely weekend.

Fingers crossed that RE4make's Separate Ways gives us the Ada story we've always needed.

The thing I like about Ashley, since you did ask earlier, is that she never tries to be anything other than what she is. Part of that is just because she's only ever been in the one title, but like. Some of the characters in RE feel confused just in concept.

Steve Burnside is probably the best example of this, where I have no idea what the fuck the idea behind him was ever actually supposed to be. He's a prisoner except it's only because of his dad and he can dual weild Lugers despite being a total dipshit who's only like 17 and he's in love with Claire because ??? And then he gets infected and Wesker steals his corpse and DID CAPCOM HAVE A PLAN AT ALL WHEN THEY STARTED WRITING CODE VERONICA

Ashley is just Ashley, and she never tries to be anything or anyone else.

And I really like the idea of Ashley being a grounding sense of normalcy for someone like Leon, who has the most complicated and miserable life of any of the main cast. And I love that he, in return, breaks her out of her privileged rich girl bubble and she's actually able to experience being treated like an actual person for once and know that her achievements are her own.

There's a potential there for the two of them to actually enrich each other as characters, because their relationship in canon is only just beginning and leaves the door open for more.

The issue with Leon and Ada is that, while they did also have the potential to enrich each other, that story between them ended pretty decisively at the end of RE2. But for some reason, it still tries to hang around, even though there's nothing more that the two of them can gain from each other. So they're just... aimlessly hanging on to each other in a way that does nothing to benefit either of them and makes the entire narrative shittier as a result.

I could go into more about Leon and Ashley's dynamic and all of the things I love about them, but since we were specifically talking about character roles in terms of the utilization of them in canon, I did just want to touch on that one point real fast.