#its very sad. I love my Vincent baby

[nizomnas]

Happy new year chooms!

Do you also think it's a shame that Male V is just a reflection in the window? like Johnny. like we all know that CDPR prefers female V but it's still a shame to see. Of course you can now say "hey, you're reading too much into this. Just be glad that male V is on it at all." yes.... still it has a bitter aftertaste for me.

And besides, where are the other love interests?! only Judy is in the picture!

Have a nice year 2025 !

[thecoolertails]

Now that I know you like Fred Jones a whole lot, I want to know your opinions on the rest of Mystery Inc. :D Also, what do you think of Scrappy, Flim Flam and Vincent Van Ghoul?

oh i am so glad you asked! i love all the main 5 members of mystery inc! fred's my favorite of course, but the rest aren't that far behind (infodump incoming)

velma was my favorite as a kid (i was dorky kid with glasses myself) and she's still such an icon. i probably like her the best in where are you, what's new, and zombie island/witch's ghost-- sweet, smart, and enthusiastic, rather than being more sarcastic or reserved. OH and i love how they made her semi-nonverbal in a pup named scooby-doo! she's an autistic legend just like fred

daphne's adorable, i especially love her characterization in be cool scooby-doo, she's so chaotic but is also the heart and soul of the group. i still really like her original and #girlboss characterizations as well though! i love how they ended up giving her so many different talents and interests to make up for how undefined her personality was originally, so she has so many cool hobbies like surfing and martial arts.

shaggy's great too! i think how good he is hinges heavily on the given writers grasp on comedy, but i also think he's at his best when he has some depth beyond just being comedy relief (early 00's live action and be cool are probably my favorite versions of him, followed by the gold key scooby-doo mystery comics and where are you).

and of course i love the good boy scoobert doobert himself! i prefer a more doglike scooby, rather than more recent iterations that have him act a lot more like a human, but sometimes it can be done well. i found be cool's scooby to be really funny and likable despite being more humanlike, probably because they don't have him talk a whole lot, but when he does it's usually in dry one-liners and it just kind of works.

as far as scrappy goes, im kind of in the minority in that im kind of neutral on him? i think he has a lot of potential as a part-time member of the gang (the whole concept of "scooby's baby nephew who fears no man or god and really REALLY wants to punch a ghost (and also looks up to scooby and thinks HE'S really brave)" is absolutely hilarious. that being said, i haven't seen anything with scrappy in it as an adult (not counting the 2002 movie), and as a kid i didn't prefer the shows with him in it, ESPECIALLY the ones that didn't have velma and fred (but mostly because of velma). i think i just saw that velma wasn't in those ones and saw it as a personal slight lmao, i was like really offended asdjfkdjf. i think it was a mistake for them to go all in on scrappy (and the extended doo family) like they did, where they kind of sacrificed the original gang and formula for something new, which didn't really stick for most people. scrappy saved the scooby franchise, but also almost ended up destroying it once it started to kind of revolve around him (luckily it was saved by a pup named scooby doo). but, because i refused to watch the movies and shows from the "dark era" as a kid, its kind of a literal dark era for me in that i really don't know that much about it and have seen very little. it's high up on my list of scooby media to watch though, and i might detour from mystery incorporated to look into some of that soon.

but ANYWAY lol, long story short i think scrappy has potential and doesn't deserve all the hate he gets, but as he is he's not really my favorite, and even if he was done well, i wouldn't want him to be a permanent member of the gang, because i think the chemistry between the original 5 is so good. i wouldn't be sad personally if he never returned, but it'd be nice to see him come back as long as he was done well.

i've never seen the 13 ghosts of scooby-doo, so i'm not really familiar with flim flam or vincent van ghoul! well, i saw a little bit of van ghoul in mystery incorperated, but idk how similar he is to his original counterpart. it feels like it doesn't count lol

anyway scooby-doo autism moment over, thanks for giving me an excuse to infodump about my current hyperfixation haha

[quantumstarpaths]

𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍.

— BASICS! ♡

NAME: jamie

PRONOUNS:  they/them

ZODIAC SIGN: scorpio

TAKEN OR SINGLE: single

— THREE FACTS! ♡

my kitty cat had to get his teeth cleaned yesterday and now he has a naked strip on his ankle from the anesthesia  

i love...b horror movies. like, vincent price, yk? i'm too much of a baby to actually enjoy real horror movies but i love them when they're stupid.

um! idk. im watching the mandalorian rn. its almost over. thats not a good fact. the fact is that im not good at fun facts.

— EXPERIENCE! ♡

PLATFORMS USED: umm neopets, tapatalk, various little forums, tumblr, text, discord sometimes.

PLOTTING / WINGING IT / MEMES: i love winging it and memes. i don't dislike plotting, i'm just not very good at it and it makes me feel like im not really offering anything, but i'm not completely against it.

— MUSE PREFERENCE! ♡

GENDER: mostly male. it's not really a preference so much as just that the majority of people ive written have been.

MULTI OR SINGLE MUSE: i have both. for a long time i just had single muses, but then i brought all my lower activity muses over to a single blog, and thats still low but then at least i dont have a bunch of essentially empty blogs. and i do love it i love how easy it is.

LEAST FAVOURITE FACECLAIM(S): nat.alie dor.mer JKSHDF no reason just because i was on tumblr in 2012 where every person in the world used her. also?? jen.na col.eman? for the same reason? like i dont care if you use them i just feel like theyre so popular im tired of lookin at them sdkhf

— FLUFF / ANGST / SMUT! ♡

FLUFF: i love it. i love soft shit. everythings so difficult all the time i love when characters are soft. love to write it love to think about it.

ANGST: i! i love hurt/comfort. i love. emotional angst. but! ive known people where it's...all the time. and not in a fun way. like constantly theres something wrong and it doesn't allow for anything but. focusing on that. and i hate that. i like angst, but i need it to not be every single thing, you know? like? i love making paul sad. but i also need him to be happy now and then. unless its hurt comfort. literally idc. always. any time.

SMUT:  i! its a little awkward for me, so i really prefer it to be with someone i know, but like...i kinda love it. ive gotten into it more lately just like by myself writing some oc shit but like...its fun. and i always enjoy talking about in a less writing sense too. i love talking about my characters having sex. im admitting. i dont care. even if pauls less than welcoming about it sometimes with anyone but hugh always.

Tagged by: @nebulaties Tagging: you :]! 

[the-slasher-madame]

Slashers and Geese

Can y’all tell I have no creativity when it comes to picking a title lol?? Anyways, I like geese. A lot. A whole very lot, and my brain was like “hey what would slashers do with this information?” Especially if y’all are on a walk and you point out geese and that you love them

Picks up the goose to hand it to you

Bubba Sawyer- I don’t really write for him, but I think he’d pick the goose up and cradle it to show you. I just think he’s really gentle with animals, especially ones that are your favorite. He would be kinda sad when you told him you can’t feed them bread because he’d remember all the times he fed them bread. He would be determined to do better and feed them the best of seed. His brothers will throw things at the geese (to be annoying) and he would glare at them. They do not do it again. Would cry if they acted aggressive towards him

Jason Voorhees- another one I don’t really write for, and another one that I think would just pick up the goose. However, I think he’d pick it up somewhat gently by the neck and present it to you like a gift. He would be proud of himself. He’ll learn how to properly hold one, and the geese around the camp would surprisingly learn to love him. They follow him around and are a-ok with him picking them up. He loves feeding the geese with you!!!! They’re his babies

Michael Myers- he hands it to you to be a little bitch. He is no Dr. Doolittle and he knows you probably aren’t trained to handle nature’s version of mafia enforcers. He firmly grips it by the neck and holds it too close to you for comfort, while its honking and flapping its wings and generally being unhappy about the current situation. You would beg Michael to put it back where he found it, and he just drops it. Just like plop and its back on the ground. It gives him a glare and walks away (not even nature’s mafia enforcers won’t bother him). Michael is proud of being an asshole. He will not let you feed them, he is rather protective and refuses to let you even possibly get bit. 

That was the main portion of my car thoughts, but here’s some more:

Bo Sinclair- he doesn’t understand and thinks its kinda weird. Like darlin’ its a bird?? Its not even that pretty?? Its a feathered nightmare?? (I feel like he would be reminded of Lester, and of the time Lester brought a goose home. . . Bo doesn’t like to talk about that incident). He will not like when you feed the geese, his foot starts itching in remembrance of that damned goose and what it did to him... Will watch from a distance while you feed them, and will breath easier when you stop feeding them and start to head inside. He swears they hate him for some reason

Vincent Sinclair- he thinks its adorable cause like “awww you like birds?? You like them cause you relate that’s too cute-” He’ll make you goose themed art, and help teach you to draw birds if you want. If, when the planets align, he takes a walk and finds a feather, he gives it to you. Is also reminded of Lester, and also remembers the goose incident (and begs you to never bring it up in front of Bo). Would be on high alert if you fed any, he knows second-hand they’re temperamental, and would just pick you up and carry you away if any of the geese look like they want to bite you

Thomas Hewitt- I think he’d be like Vincent in that he would bring you feathers and convince Hoyt not to kill any geese that wander onto the Hewitt farm. He would absolutely let you feed them, and wonder about raising geese (if that’s a thing?). He also thinks it’s so cute that you like geese. Will feed them with you, but probably just end up watching you (he really loves you ok-)

Brahms Heelshire- He’s terrified of geese and also somewhat angry that they exist. He doesn’t leave the manor much, and will flat out avoid windows if there are geese nearby. At the same time, if you found a nice goose (unlikely) and it didn’t try to bite/kill him, he would love them. He really does like animals, just not the aggressive ones... It goes without saying he will not feed them with you very often, but you can coax him to be comfortable enough around windows when a flock flies nearby

Pyramid Head- I think he just flat-out doesn’t know what a goose is. You try to explain it, he’s utterly confused, and you try to find a book with a goose in it. It proves harder than expected. You find a picture, and he still isn’t quite sure what it is but is like “cool, its a living animal.” I feel like Silent Hill wouldn’t have many, if any geese, but he would feed them if there were some. Would probably hold out his hand and let them bite him

Otis Driftwood- he would be a mix between Brahms and Bo. He’s terrified of them but won’t admit it, but if one tries to bite him he will screech and kill it immediately. You would yell at him and he would be like “I definitely just killed it for fun, was not scared, 0/10.” He is lying through his nasty ass teeth. You are on your own if you feed them, he wants nothing to do with them, ever. 

Pinhead- Like Pyramid Head. He vaguely remembers what they look like, but he doesn’t really care one way or the other. Angry water bird is angry water bird. However, if one bit him he’d do some hell priest magic and kill it, and would almost feel bad when you cry...almost (but he’ll try not to kill them anymore). 

Billy Lenz- my god he loves geese almost as much as you do. He relates to them, too, being as twitchy as most birds. He would tear up if they acted aggressive to him, but I feel like he’s one they either love like Jason or hate like Bo. He loves them no matter what, and he can’t really explain why (similarly to you). He will chase after them like a child, running through the flock and scattering them. He’ll collect feathers too. Will throw the seed at them

Billy and Stu- typical teenage boys, will throw harmless shit at them and giggle as the geese chase them. They’ll be nicer if you get on to them, and will give you any feathers they find. Stu will get you so much goose themed shit while Billy just laughs and says you brought this on yourself (but will appreciate the matching stuffed geese Stu got all y’all). Stu will throw the seed at the geese and end up getting chased by them, Billy will feed them and might even get to pet one (will strangle it if it hisses at him). Stu has become immune to goose bites. 

The end!! I really like geese lol, I just think they’re neat. I really just like all birds if we’re being honest, they’re kinda twitchy and I understand that. I have only fed them once, but I get very excited when I see them. I almost beat a boy I don’t like anyways when I saw him messing with some geese. . .

Enjoy my attempts!! My brain does not work in a linear fashion and I think it shows

[jimsmovieworld]

HOUSE OF WAX- 2005 ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

House of Wax has to be one of the most underrated horror movies ever and is one of my favourite slasher movies of all time.

A group of friend's car breaks down on the way to a football game. They stumble upon a quiet small town and try to find help. While they wait for a mechanic they explore the towns "House of Wax" where not just the house, but everything in it is made of wax.

They soon find themselves fighting for survival as the only real people in the town are the Sinclair brothers. Conjoined twins seperated at birth who will kill anyone who stumbles into there town and make them a permanent resident in the House of Wax....

Starting with the killers, they have a creepy and at points quite sad backstory. The movie opens with a glimpse at there traumatic childhood at the hands of an abusive mother.

After being seperated, Vincent was left with a horribly deformed face. Vincent is the scarier of the two with his wax face being very chilling. Both Vincent and Bo are played by Brian Van Holt who was put under heavy makeup for Vincent. Think both killers are great.

The production design for the movie is phenomenal. A good setting for a horror movie is everything and the abandoned town of Ambrose is perfection. It took ten weeks to build the entire town and everything in it. They wanted it to look like a "sleepy lost american town".

And it does. The whole town looks like its from another time. The cinema is still playing "Whatever happened to Baby Jane".

Setting looks authentically american despite being filmed entirely in Australia.

The House of Wax itself is something else.

The wax people positioned around the house always gave me the creeps.

As far as horror movies go, i think this one is legitamately scary at points. Aside from the films scary setting and killers, it has a few sequences that are done really well.

The scene where the lights go out on Wade and he is attacked by Vincent is scary as hell.

The sequence where Carly hides in the cinema among the wax mannequins is very tense.

All of this building up to an insane finale where the House of Wax melts around them like a giant candle.

In making House of Wax, practical effects were prioritized over CGI giving the movie a very real feeling. Elisha Cuthbert even agreed to use the real thing for the scene where her lips were glued together.

House of Wax has a great cast that help bring the movie to life. They feel like a real group of friends and have interesting dynamics.

Elisha Cuthbert as our resourceful and very likable final girl Carly.

Chad Michael Murray as her brother Nick, they have a strained relationship but are clearly still very close.

Jared Padelecki as Wade, Carlys boyfriend who is far too nosey for his own good and gets by far the most painful kill of the movie.

Robert Richard as Blake, although not bad, probably the least interesting in the group.

Jon Abrahams as Dalton. The one who films everything and eventually loses his head. I think Jon Abrahams is always very funny and is a good addition to this.

Last but not least is Paris Hilton as Paige....

One of the most memorable things about House of Wax was its viral marketing campaign built around Paris Hilton who was extremely famous at the time but was also experiencing backlash from parts of the public sick of seeing her or sick of her public persona.

Warner Brothers were given permission by Paris to release shirts and other advertisements that read:

"On May 6th, WATCH PARIS DIE!"

They're were also reports from various news outlets of cinema audiences cheering or clapping at her death scene.

Paris wears one of her iconic Velour tracksuits during a scene. Thats hot.

I think Paris actually did a good job and this is her best movie performance in my opinion.

Love the music in House of Wax. Miss horror movies having a rock/metal soundtrack.

"Helena" by My Chemical Romance is an excellent choice for end credits song.

House of Wax is only a very loose remake of the 1953 Vincent Price movie.

Director Jaume Collet-Serra said in an interview that it was actually more of a remake of the 1979 slasher "Tourist Trap". Warner Bros insisted on using the more recognizable name.

House of Wax didnt do well at the box office on release. Possibly related to 2005 being a crowded year for horror remakes with The Fog and The Amityville Horror being released at similar times.

House of Wax also received mainly negative reviews. It went on to make a profit after making over $40 million dollars on home video.

One of my favourite movies.

[gh0stwriting]

Can you do the slashers (manly thomas) with a reader that has Congenital insensitivity to pain (CIP), also known as congenital analgesia. If not I understand

(until i saw this ask i truly didnt know this existed, but i’ll try my best.)

(A/N Jasons is lowkey sad but i tried to make it as accurate to CIP as i could through 5-6 bullet points and mediocre writing skills)

THOMAS HEWITT

(i always start these with “well you first met by/during _____”

well he first noticed it when you had been brought to the farm with cuts littering your body, courtesy of Nubbins

but the strange part was despite how hard you kicked and screamed you didn’t show any signs of pain, and that intrigued him

when Luda Mae told him to take you to the basement he did, but he was surprisingly gentle. he found you to be a very fascinating creature, he could poke and prod at you as much as he wanted with no reaction

in the end he refused to unalive you because not only had he grown to like your presence but he didn’t see the fun in harming you if you didn’t feel it, to which his family agreed

Also Nubbins is a nuisance and has poked you with very hot/sharp things to see if you’re faking not feeling pain, even though it usually takes you feeling blood dripping to notice it in the first place smh nubbins

idk who else the slashers may entail uhhhhh

BO SINCLAIR

in a way he’s incredibly similar to the Hewitts, he doesn’t see the fun in killing if the person doesn’t react so when he landed an expertly placed slash on you and you jumped a little but didn’t scream he was disappointed

“aw cmon dollface, not even a little squeak? i know you’ve got it in you”

he keeps going, laying slash after slash over your torso and legs, but to no avail, he’s never seen someone this iron-willed, everyones usually begging for mercy by now, but not you

like Thomas he finds you interesting, but less in the test subject way and more in the “they can help bring people to Ambrose” way, seeing as you can take quite a beating before going down

you become the brothers’ right hand man, helping Vincent with his sculptures (he’s still worried you’re going to burn yourself on it one day) and helping Bo with the people-watching

BRAHMS HEELSHIRE

no matter how long you’ve been dating this man he’ll still worry about you, no matter how many times you tell him you can’t feel when you stub a toe or slam a finger in a door

every time without fail he’ll get you a bandaid and a kiss, whether its bleeding or not (theyre probably hello kitty or smth) and baby you for the rest of the day bc in his eyes you’re incredibly injured

the worst of it was when he was vibing in the walls while you made dinner and accidentally cut your hand, not noticing until the countertop was sufficiently stained and the food was mostly ruined

Brahms panicked and did his best to patch you up, thanking whatever god might be watching over you that you didn’t need severe medical attention and refused to let you near knives for a week, adding it to your personal “ouchie list” of things that have hurt you

he’s also ridiculously gentle with you seeing as half the time he doesn’t know his own strength and you can’t feel when he’s being too rough so he doesn’t accidentally want to break any of your bones, he’s a good doctor but he isn’t that good

JASON VOORHEES

big baby towards you, one time you came back from a hike around the campground with your legs torn up from the underbrush and he freaked out, thinking a counsellor had harmed you

after a while he gets semi used to it, like if you’re in the woods together and you scratch yourself on a tree, but he still tries his best to protect you, after all you are his, he won’t let any living thing harm you intentionally

when your health started to decline he was quick to notice, you couldn’t go for hikes as much and you had apparently injured your foot sometime in the near past as it had turned nasty shades of blue and purple

he knew you couldn’t make it to a doctor in your condition and he couldn’t take you himself so he hoped you’d be alright, though your condition only seemed to get worse

eventually you going out was rarer than you not going, as your body felt uncomfortably tense when you tried to move, but Jason didn’t show his worry as to keep you calm, instead cooking to the best of his abilities and making sure you’re as comfortable as possible, after all he does still love you

[slasher-trasher]

Hi!👋 could you do a female!reader who is obsessed with the sims 4 and is playing as often as she can. Or downloading more mods and cc.

I kind of wonder if the slashers would get A. Jealous of how often they played B. Try to learn how to play or C.not care at all

A/N: omg i loved the sims when i was younger, it's probaby still on my grandma's phone lol, I'm going to do headcannons, and a tiny fanfic/drabble if thats fine with you!

Warnings: mentions of d3@th, house fires mentioned

Female Reader x Slashers who are obsessed with Sims 4!

Michael Myers:

-This dude would 100% not care at all

-if anything he'd watch you from afar playing it and buying new mods etc.

-if you pushed him far enough to were he wouldn't kill you he would try and learn

-he would get too frustrated and give up.

-while you were sleeping though, he would go and kill your sims, sorry but its the truth

"Come on Michael! Play with me as one of the sims! I recently got this new mod.." he let you ramble on and just sat next to you grabbing the controller

"no wait you have to do it this way-" you tried correcting you but he just got up and left. You shrugged your shoulders and continued playing on your own, you've grown used to Michaels behaviour.

After playing for a long while you went to go to sleep. Michael snuck down and got all your sims and killed them. He showed no mercy he killed them all.

You logged back in in the morning to find them all dead....

Jason Voorhees:

-This boi would be jealous

-'why isn't she spending time with me....'

-poor boi woud sit next to you very closely to try and get your attention.

-when you invited him to play with you he'd be so happy and try his best to try and play with you.

-he'd ask his mom for help but she was mad still you were spendnig more time with "stupid video game" then her own son, eventually she'd give in,

"Come on babe lets play togther" you say inviting him over, he was happy and sat right next to you!

you handed the controller to him and he was happy like really happy .

He would definetly try and play, and would play on it 24/7, congrats you got him hooked

Freddy Krueger:

-he couldn't care less

-this dude does not care, he'd be busy killing people in there dreams,

-it does start to become an issue once you start doing it in the dream world

-he'd get jealous

-he'd be like a kid shaking you and telling you to give him attention too

"Come on baby! Pay attention to me! Not some fictional version of me!" hes shaking you left and right poking you and everything

"Hold on my sim is putting out a fire!" you said stressed out

"Who cares! There could be a real fire and you'd still be on that stupid game!"

"It's not just a stupid game Freddy!"

Bo Sinclair:

-This dude would be slightly clueless.

-he would be jealous "come on darlin' i'm better than those fake people"

-when you took offense to that he was confused, when you stormed off to your guys bedroom and made him sleep on the couch, he tried to figure it out, since his bother reccomeneded it

-you woke up to him playing on it

You woke up from your shared bed, you went down to see Bo playing Sims.

"What- why are you playing sims- YOU DIDNT KILL ANYONE DID YOU!"

"No but our sims are dating now" he winked at you "now i know why you like the game so much~"

"shut up and let me play" you say sitting down next to him

Vincent Sinclair:

-he would be sad

-if you say its your hobby then he 100% understands and lets you do you

-sometimes he'll watch you play and sketch your sims

-he'll respect you and let you play as long as you want, since hes always caught up in his art

-he sees it as a creative outlet

he watches from afar while you play your sims, while also eating breakfest. He grabs his sketchbook and starts to sketch you, knowing you'll be there from a while.

he gets closer and sit next to you, now working on sketching the sims.

You're too stressed finding out how one of them died.

Lester Sinclair:

-this dude woudl sit there and either:

-play along with you

-or just watch.

-he'd watch with just sipping on a glass of apple juice or something,

-"our sims should date"

-this dude is chill, completely chill

"sweetie no, make them breakup, and get a dog"

"what.. THE HOUSE IS ON FIRE AND THATS WHAT YOU'RE WORRIED ABOUT"

"well, yeah our sims need to date"

"THEY'RE GOING TO DIE"

Brahms Heelshire:

-nope,

-nope nope nope nope

-you're ethier saying goodbye to the game, or your life

-now you could let him play it, but then its as good as his game

-you can only play less then an 1 a day

"Nooooooo! My game" he said in his childish voice holding the controller close

"But Brahms I want to play.." you said softly

"NO!"

"Can we play together" you asked

"NOOOO!"

"Okay okay.." you walked away before his tantrum could get worse

[jeonsblackgf-writes]

ONE PLUS ONE || 2 ||

✨Summary: Trials and tribulations of Vinnie and his gf

✨pairing: Vinnie Hacker x black!OC

✨genre: agnst, just a little bit tho, but it’s fluff at the end

✨word count: 1.6k

I really like this so I may make it into a little mini series.

_________________________________________🖊

Rhey's heart dropped as she started at Vinnie with wide eyes. He only sighed and ran his hand through this curly hair. Those words that came out of his mouth put her in a bad position, and she didn't know how to react to it. She was scared.

Vinnie was her entire life and the thought of him leaving made her feel some type of way. Anytime she left the country or state to tour, he was always with her. He never missed one tour. It's hard to be away from your significant other for a certain amount of time if you were always around them before. It's like a fish without having water, she couldn't survive. With her being a huge star like Billie and Ariana Grande, it was hard to find a steady foundation in her life when Vinnie wasn't around her.

".....Are you gonna accept it?" She asked quietly after a moment of silence, fiddling with her fingers, something she did when she got sad or anxious. Vinnie shrugged his shoulders.

"If I accept the offer...I have to move. I'm gonna accept it. This is huge for me,"

Rhey's heart stopped, "Are you fucking kidding me Vincent? You weren't gonna take it up with me first?"

"Why would I? I can make decisions like this on my own!"

"Vinnie, I don't want to sound selfish, but your life is here, you can't just leave. I mean what does that mean for us if you end up leaving?" She asked, getting right to the point.

Vinnie knew she was right but it still hurt that she made it seem like she wasn't going to support him during his decision making.

"What do you mean I can't leave? Your my girlfriend not my mom, I expect you to at least be happy for me, but you can't even do that! I made sacrifices for you, do the same for me for once!" He argued, raising his voice in the process. 

"What sacrifices have you made for me other than the fact that you moved away from you and your friends old house which is 30 minutes away, to this fucking villa that WE BOTH picked out together! Please let me the fuck know!"

"All those times I've went on tour with you and I had everyone here with the United fucking States! That's one sacrifice! When you were sick so I had to cancel doing a video with James! That's two!"

"NOBODY TOLD YOU TO FUCKING COME WITH ME! YOU'RE THE ONE WHO ASKED! AND LETS NOT FORGET THAT I TOLD YOU NOT TO CANCEL AND YOU DID ANYWAY! THOSE WERE SACRIFICES YOU TOOK!" She screaming, pointing her acryliced index finger at him. He huffed and ran a hand through his hair.

"What's the point of us being together if you aren't gonna compromise. Addison sacrifices for Bryce all the time." He tried explaining, but all it did was make her even more confused.

"Please do not bring up that racist bitch in my household. I'm fine with all of your friends girlfriends EXCEPT her and Dixie and besides, she has the brain capacity of a fucking roach of course she's gonna compromise with him! You joined the Hype House and your mouth been getting real fucking reckless Vincent."

"Well...what are we gonna do then?" He asked quietly. He knew that if he left then it'd be over for him and his girlfriend and that's the last thing he wants but this was a huge thing for him.

Rhey closed her eyes as she tried to calm herself down. Everyone on her team knew how much she hated yelling, voice raising, or anything of that nature. It was in a rare occasion where she yelled or raised her voice angrily.

"I just want you to think about what you're doing. I don't have a home in Paris. Only LA, ATL, and NY. So how do you expect me to always come see you when my career still rapidly on go? How do you possibly expect this to work if you're gonna be living in Paris for the rest of your life—"

"Its not the rest of my life! God Rhey, even if it is the least you can do is be supportive!"

"Then HOW long is it? Do you know how Vogue deals work? Once you sign with the region, you can't permanently leave unless you visiting somewhere else. They need you at all times!"

Vinnie sighed, not knowing what to do. He loved Rhey immensely. She was the love of his life. They've been together for 8 years, and he didn't want all that to gown down the drain. No ever, but he was put between a rock and a hard place where he had to choose between his gf and being an actual model.

"I'm not trying to pry, I swear I'm not but I just want you to think about this. It seems like you really want to do it and if you do then that's fine. I will support you, if you don't then I will continue to support you. Doesn't matter to me, I just don't want you signing your entire life away halfway across the world away from your girlfriend and friends, but do what's best for you. Do whatever you want." She sighed, trying not to get emotional.

Before he could respond to what she said, she grabbed her phone and keys, and left the house in a hurry. He followed her outside and watched as she sped out of the driveway and down the street. Vinnie looked on life360 and saw that she was heading in the direction of the skate park that always went to when they wanted to talk and skate for hours.

He gets that relationships are never easy, and that it'll always be something that may or may not cause a break up. This situation just might make them or break them. He knew that being with your high school sweetheart after high school changes everything, but no one ever told him it was going to be this hard to the point where his heart aches and drops every time someone mentions them breaking up or even taking a break. There's a lot he can take, but to potentially not be with Rhey anymore was a sickening thought that he could erase from his brain.

"Ugh, Rhey why did you have to leave?" He mumbled to himself as he slipped on his shoes and grabbed his car keys. He got in the car and rode to the skate park, seeing her sitting under a tree. He was very surprised to see no paparazzi standing by taking photos and bombarding her.

Getting out the car, he grabbed two blunts and walked over to his girlfriend to sit down beside her. He gave her a blunt and lit it, then lit one for himself. She inhaled the smoke and blew it right back out after sucking it through her nose, dried tears on her face. Despite her high social status, he had never seen her so messed up over something like this.

"Do you wanna break up?" She asked, kind of catching him off guard. Vincent gave her a confused look

"What? God no! Baby you're the love of my life. I can't live without you! " He assured, pulling his girlfriend into his arms as he continued to smoke. It was almost 12 and it was completely dark outside.

"I can get you a deal out here. I've just gotta talk to the director and I can get you a 5 year contract. P-please don't leave me." She stated, her voice cracking at the end.

Vincent sighed, finishing off his blunt and throwing it away. He grabbed his girlfriend by both her cheeks with one hand to make her stare into his eyes.

"I'm not going anywhere, I promise. Do you understand?"

She nodded her head, making him show a small smile before smashing his lips into hers.

Once they pulled away, Rhey pulled out her phone to show Vinnie something. His eyes squinted at the screen and then widened once he saw what it was.

"You didn't..." He trailed off, his eyes clouded with tears. Rhey smiled through the tears running down her face and nodded her head.

Vinnie was looking at a photo on him on his skateboard, a photo she took of him. She used a picture of him as her album cover and he didn't know whether to cry or fuck her silly. He might end up doing both.

"That's what I wanted to show you when so got home. I finished the album, this may be my most personal album yet because each and every song is about you and our relationship. Guess what my last song is called." She laughed, waiting for him to respond. When he didn't have an answer, she showed him her track list and let him scroll all the way down. When she heard a small gasp, that's when she knew he had found it.

"Vinnie....the name of the song is vinnie."

Rhey smiled, but it didn't last long because Vinnie pushed her onto the ground with kisses, invading her personal space. He put more passion into the kiss as he rubbed her sides in a soothing way before reaching under her shirt to grab both her boobs, making her gasp, letting him indulge deeper into her mouth. He finally pulled away, giving her air to breathe, only to trail kisses down her neck and collar bone, sucking and kicking every crevice that she was sensitive to, not caring that anyone could come behind the large tree and see them.

He attempted to pull one of her boobs out but she quickly stopped him, not wanting to live life on the edge TOO MUCH.

"How about we finish this at home yeah?"

"Fuck yes! Let's go!"

[radioactive-synth]

random oc fact: about Olivia 'Libby' Zander:

under read more ‘cause its long

- born in 16 march 2019. parents originally from Cyprus, they moved in America before Olivia was born. has a younger sister named Helen. their mother died of an incurable disease when Olivia was 4 yrs old, Helen was 2 yrs old. Theodore, their dad, needed to raise them on his own and work to provide for them

- usually a more lonely wolf, she focused on her studies than to get out in world. during college, she went to a party held on Harvester Day (i guess) and met Ryan Hudson (7-8 yrs older than her) who back then, was a officer in the army and was charming and very kind. they had fun at the party and kept contact. she also met Michael Hudson, Ryan's brother.

- her dad, who was a very kind, but unphased man, was not so glad that her daughter started to date a soldier, or how he called him, military dog. he had a bad feeling towards Ryan, and even asked Olivia if she is sure or even should consider the other Hudson brother (he liked Michael more than Ryan). in the end, he gave up and let them marry, with the condition that Olivia keeps her last name, and any offspring they will have, all will have the last name Zander. Theodore considered that the Hudson name is too american.

- she got married when she was 24 years old, right after she graduated college

- almost 2 yrs before she had her son, Olivia has stepped in to help raise her nephew, Vincent Hudson, as his mother didnt cared at all, and Michael was away on his duty (was an army medic). taking care of Vincent made her wish to have her own child.

- she gave birth to her son, Vaughn Aleksandros Zander, when she was 26 yrs old, on 13 february 2045.

- in the first few years she has raised both boys on her own. her husband and her brother in law were away in their duty, while Vin's mother prefered to hang out with her friends than to take care of her son. when Vaughn was around 5 years old, Olivia took a job as pharmacist on night shift. she also taught both boys how to cook.

- when Vin was around 10 yrs old, his mother left the Hudson family for her boss and took Michael's car and money. he needed to go one more time in the army, then retired to take a postman job, so he can take care of his son. Olivia had expected this thing from her ex sister in law, and felt sorry for Michael. even that her husband disapproved, Olivia had helped Michael with money until he got up on his feet.

- Olivia and Michael are very close, and she stays more with him than with her own (mostly absent) husband. at some point, Michael started to have feelings for her, but never acted on her, as he waited for her first.

- continued her job as pharmacist, even taking extra shifts so she can afford books and everything Vaughn needed for his studies.

- when her nephew was drafted in the army, she was terrified for him, then faked her son's medical documents, making him unfit for drafting. she knew it was illegal and risked prison for doing this, but she couldnt let her son be drafted too.

- she had not knew anything on how her husband treated their son. she noticed that Ryan became cold and distant, but had no idea how he emotionally and physically abused Vaughn. her son didnt said anything about it as he knew that without Ryan's money they couldnt get by, but after 2 yrs when he got a job too, Vaughn said everything. in 2071, just before Ryan left again in his duty, Olivia divorced of him, and even wanted to move out of the flat with her son. a few weeks pass, and they get the news that Ryan was killed in an ambush. Olivia and Vaughn were happy to hear about and that they can keep the flat, but felt bad for Michael. a week pass, and get the news that Vin was also killed on the battlefield, which ruins them. they tried to take care of Michael, but he died of heartattack 2 weeks later. to make things way worst, Vaughn lost his job at the clinic as the army took it under their control.

- Eleanora Foster, who was dating Vaughn since his college years, had helped him with his depression, taking him out more the house. Olivia was heartbroken but continued to work. both her and her son barely could get by with money. Nora's parents worked in administration, and her father managed to get Vaughn a job as family doctor in the Medical Bay Center. in 2074, Vaughn married Nora. her family also bought them the house in Sanctuary and Codsworth.

- she wanted to get her dad and sister to her son's wedding, but they could not afford the tickets, and also her dad was sick. Olivia could not afford either to go visit them, and was heartbroken. she wished her dad and sister would finally meet Vaughn (as they moved out in Cyprus when Olivia married, so they never met Vaughn), but her son told her that as long as he has her, its all that matters.

- in the year 2077, Nora had bought tickets for Vaughn and Olivia so they can visit their family in Cyprus for christmas and new years. the tickets were never used.

- had survived during the bombs, and after being locked in her flat for 3 weeks, she finally made courage to get out. she took a gas mask, a chest combat armor and a laser pistol (the only things from Ryan that she didnt sold) and got out. she was terrified how people were killing each other or barely living. she got in Sanctuary, but found Codsworth that was malfunctioning. she tried to get to the vault, but was stopped. hoping her son and his family are safe, she went back into the house and took any remaining food and supplies. she then went back to her flat and took some things with her: a backpack, clothes, food, medical supplies and photos with her family. she knew she must find a way to survive.

- she found a group of survivors that didnt shot her on sight. with time, they all transformed in ghouls. despite the radiation that changed her body, her eyes remained the same. she lost her hair, but found a wig that she dyed in her natural hair color, and tied in the same manner her son has: ronin bun.

- they became scavengers and traders. Olivia was also a medic and helped people if needed. not many people were used to ghouls yet, so they were marginalised a lot, or in worst cases, being shot at. there were also times when Olivia had ate nothing but drank alcohol to survive.

- she only presents herself as Libby, as it was the nickname that Michael and Vin called her

- she was never interested in any other romantic relationships. years ago, she realised too late that she really felt so close to Michael. she also thinks that she is asexual, as she never felt any interest in sex.

- after a few decades, Olivia split from her group as they were not aggreing that she was giving out free supplies. she was on her own for a few weeks, until she found Nix, a grieving mongrel mother who lost her cubs and was injured. she seen the scattered dead puppies and the crying mongrel and took care of her. Olivia knew what Nix feels, and the dog decided to stay with her. since then, Nix was her only friend.

- they travelled across America, doing trades, helping out, Olivia also teaching medical stuff to other people, helping children. she also helped new mothers delivering babies, installing new trading routes, and settling down arguments between groups of people.

- she became an excelent sniper, and she and Nix worked efficient in team

- she always had her family in her thoughts, and especially her son and nephew, and talked about them proudly. at some point, she thought that even Vin was her son, but remembered she gave birth once, and was 3 yrs difference between the boys.

- she also met my other ocs: my Vault Dweller, Nonè Smith, Chosen One Clovers Smith, Tamir (when she was 10 yrs old) and Gabriella Abbey, my Lone Wanderer.

- she also met mayor MacCready, after he nearly shot Nix. Olivia was more impressed by the kid than upset, and decided that she can help them out. she gave them supplies, helped them out, and all she wanted was to trade stories. despite MacCready's constant insults, they were good friends. he never forgot her kindness.

- around 2288, she hears stories about General Zander and how he saved the Commonwealth. she got interested to see who has her last name. she had no hope that it was her son, but one of the descendants.

- first arrived in Goodneighor and met Daisy, and got info on where to find General Zander

- reunited with her son in Sanctuary, and also met Oliver, her grandson, before being introduced to the Sanctuary family. also reunited with MacCready, and was so happy to see him ending up well and with his son Duncan

- she finally retires and becomes the mama and grandma she missed so much. in present, she moved into Vaughn's old house, which she decorated it. she takes care of the kids, spends time with her son and her new family. she loves Nick and Hancock and sees how good are for his son. she also organize their wedding.

- usually a very cheerful person, she has a certain sad look in her eyes at times. yet if she is asked if she is ok, she will smile and say that she is ok.

- shocks her son by drinking alcohol and smoking and even swearing, as she never done these things pre war. but overall, Vaughn still sees her as the mom he knew.

[carnelianns]

Guess who’s back, back again. Hiya hun! Could you do a scenario where Arthur, Leo and Theo find out MC is a sensitive crybaby? Like most of the time MC is a cool calm and collected but there are just some days where the smallest comment will make her burst into hysteric sobs. Anyway please and thank you hun😊

aaa i love ur requests (≧◡≦) ♡

Leonardo da Vinci

Many times has Leonardo fallen asleep whilst working on a new invention, head resting languidly on his arms in the midst of the scattered papers and machineries on his desk. 

Many times has he also awoken to said papers and machineries neatly set aside, a warm, pink blanket now resting on his broad shoulders and a pillow nestled in between his face and the hard wood of the desk.

His thoughts have drifted long and wide in his journey to figure out who his mysterious benefactor is, but Sebastian’s confirmation only leaves him, well, awed, for lack of better terms.

Because never did he expect for it to be you. It’s not a question of kindness, more of warmth — what can he expect from someone so cool and composed, after all? It’s frightening, actually; how you remind him so much of a certain poised friend he happens to have.

Which brings his mind racing when he hears your soft sniffles, or feels the slight drip of your tears on his back as you lay the familiar blanket on him. Why were you crying? Is it an impostor? Did something happen? Arthur cause you trouble again?

His thoughts are thwarted when you brush stray strands of his hair out of his face, still sniffling as you say, “Why do you overwork yourself so often, Leo?”

… What. “Cara mia.. Are you crying… because I fell asleep?”

Try as he might, he couldn’t stop himself from lifting him up and out of his small act, incredulous look turning into a wide grin at your surprised look, and the way you make no move to wipe the still-flowing tears.

“Yeah.”

Your reply is simple, Leonardo struggling to pick between laughing out loud or gaping at you. 

So he decides to do both. With his mouth wide open, he laughs, messily ruffling your hair. 

“You’re adorable, bambina, but it’s fine.” His large, calloused hands move from your hair down to your eyes, wiping away the salty tears flowing down your face. “A little overworking won’t kill me.” Far from it. 

Shaking your head defiantly, Leonardo’s eyes widen when you pull away, crossing your arms with a slight pout that only seems to surprise him more. 

“Don’t do it again.”

His mouth is agape for a while, before he scoffs slightly, “Heh. You drive a hard bargain.”

When his eyes catch the slight tremble in your bottom lip and the tears gathering at the corner of your eyes, Leonardo is quick to straighten.

Clearing his throat, he nods, “I won’t do it again.”

It’s silent for a moment before you give him one last sniffle, nod, then proceed to walk away, leaving a very confused Leonardo alone in his library. 

The dim lights of the room only do wonders to outline the slowly growing amusement on his face, if the smirk he’s sporting doesn’t get the point across. An intriguing little thing you are, really. 

Arthur Conan Doyle

“Awh, is my wee, little baby sad? Is she going to cry, now?” 

You sniffle, “Yeah.”

And Arthur was then faced with a sobbing mess of a girl he didn’t even think could cry. Ever-observant is he, though he failed to have noticed how sensitive you actually are, all until he’s witnessing it first hand.

Sure, he’s been faced with a handful of weeping patients, or some blubbering, past flings who thought they could have something more, but never really an Ice Queen like yourself breaking down because of his mere teasing.

“C-Christ,” he mumbles under his breath before crossing the distance between the two of you, hesitantly placing his hand on your shoulder.

When you make no move, he continues, stammering slightly, “I’m so, so sorry, love. Do you, uh, want a hug? Or – or do you want to.. slap me? I’m fine with that as well. We’re good acquaintances; the female hand and I, y’know..?”

He’s then met with a light slap to his face — more of a tap, really. Arthur isn’t expecting for your arms to find purchase around his waist immediately after, leaving him as stiff as a scarecrow when they do. 

When the more logical part of his brain — the one that isn’t going haywire at the current events — finally kicks in, he’s wrapping an arm around your waist, his other hand softly caressing your head as he whispers nothing but sweet apologies into your ear.

Your name gently makes its way out of his lips, in a way you’re sure will be stuck in the back of your head.

“I apologise, I truly do, love. For the teasing, and for calling you a baby, and for, uh, everything else. Please forgive me?”

You pull away after a while, ignoring the lack of warmth in your body as you avert your gaze, hastily wiping away the remnants of your breakdown.

“No snitching, Arthur.”

He smirks, seemingly reverting back to normal as he pinches your cheeks like one does a child’s. “Of course not, darling.”

Arthur won’t admit that the image of you crying haunts him, or that he’s now awfully more cautious with his teasing jabs at you. 

Theodorus van Gogh

Theo woke up this morning to prepare for a journey to scout a place for Vincent’s newest exhibition — certainly not to witness you transform into a blubbering mess he has to clean up. 

In hindsight, he does admit the comment he threw your way was a bit harsher than usual — can’t help it, he’s stressed — but never did he expect you to actually burst out crying. 

Stiffness seizing his limbs, he awkwardly clears his throat, having thought three minutes is far too long a time to still be staring at you.

“Hon—” Stopping to recalculate his words, he nods slightly at himself, “Uh, girl…”

You look up at him, quieting down, his cerulean orbs meeting your puffy eyes. Okay. Now what the fuck do I do. 

“I’m sorry.. for calling you a troublesome shit goblin..?” 

You blink for a moment, inhaling. Then burst out into an even louder, blubbering mess that only has Theo wide-eyed and jaw slacked, distraughtly running his fingers through already-messy locks. 

Not once has he seen a crack in your unperturbed armour, and to see you like this, well — he feels horrible, if the regret coursing through his veins is anything to go by. 

“Hondje,” he lifts your chin up with his knuckle, moving both hands to cup your tear-stricken face. Wiping the tears away with long, lithe fingers, Theo looks straight into your eyes, “I’m sorry, okay? I hate seeing you like this, so… Stop crying? Please?”

The genuine concern in those bright eyes causes you to reduce your sobs to sniffles, the both of you staying in that exact position until you finally calm down, nodding in an attempt to ask him to let go. 

Theo’s hands linger on your surprisingly warm face for a few more moments before he retracts them, an awkward silence filling the room.

“... Don’t tell anyone what you saw today, Theo,” you utter, though he finds it hard to take your red nose and even redder eyes seriously. 

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and midway to snarking out another comment when he sees your fidgeting stance. 

Softening, he sighs, messing with his blowsy locks once more. “Of course not. Just leave already, yeah?”

He half-heartedly shoos you away, eyes following your leaving form all the way out of the living room. 

“... Kindje,” he mumbles to himself, proceeding to walk in the opposite direction of the one you left in. A complete and utter baby.

[ikevamp-annalyne]

Hi ! It’s me again 😋 hope you had a wonderful day !! I was wondering if I could get some reactions from Leo, le Comte, Vincent, Arthur to an MC that has small chest and she’s insecure about it ? Like, she’s not an AA but like a B cup ? 😂 I have seen sooo many jokes in anime about girls not having “oppai” and its really frustrating, thanks !! 💖💖💖

Hey there!!! ｡(*^▽^*)ゞ My day is just starting, and I hope yours goes well as well!!! ^^ Thanks for requesting again! It makes me so happy!!! And here goes nothing:

Leonardo:

Leonardo is the typical man who doesn't really care about looks. He is all about personality and this is what gives beauty to people, in his opinion. He thinks that if someone is good, they will be beautiful. Your small chest is then a non-existent problem for him.

However, the day he realises you are painfully insecure about your chest, it pains him. You are the most beautiful to him so he is very sad to hear about that. He will then proceed to make you feel beautiful, and will do anything to prove that your chest is a biiiiig advantage.

Typical example: while making love, he will tell you how much he loves to be so close to your face because he can kiss you while being inside of you, he will tell you that your chest is way much more sensitive than big ones, he will play so much with them you will start to think he has a chest kink *cough*ain'tittruethough*cough*

But because he cannot erase the insecurity, he will buy you lots of clothes putting your chest as a real advantage: beautiful corsage with loads of lace, dresses emphasising your chest... Anything to make you love yourself just like he loves you.

Last but not the least, he will start drawing and painting you so that you can admire how pretty you are. And he will beat the crap out of anyone who dares to comment on your size. Even if it's just a joke -legend says he scared the poop out of a village boy who compared your size to his fiancee's one, but no one knows what he did...-

Comte:

It would take a good while for Comte to realise you have a chest insecurity. After all, he looks at you from a spectrum of love. He would realise it when you keep staring at your chest while trying on a brand new dress he has bought you. When asking what is wrong, you would tell him your chest looks even flatter than usual...

Since he is so understanding, he would just try to comfort you: "Ma chérie, your chest is perfect as it is. You shouldn't be so insecure about it. You look perfect just the way you are." He will then proceed to pat your head and caress some locks of your hair.

You are still feeling insecure but hearing him say that you look perfect is a great feeling. But it doesn't help on the long-term. So Comte will find ways to compensate your flat chest by choosing the right clothes and right colours. This way, when looking at your reflection, you will feel better and feel pretty as you are.

He will do it in a very subtle manner: bringing new clothes for you, emphasising on how this colour highlights your features, complimenting your choice of clothes by saying the shape truly brings out your beauty... You don't even realise he does this to help with your insecurity. But it does wonders and little by little, you feel better in your own body.

Needless to say that, when you two get together, he will always tell you how beautiful you are and how he doesn't want anything to change because it is just perfect the way it is. Mama Comte is doting on you, isn't he?

Vincent:

Baby angel is so clueless that he doesn't realise you are insecure about your chest. He finds you beautiful, so he doesn't see what could be the problem. It's Theo who opens his eyes. Because you absolutely refused to swim with him and kept on crossing your arms on your chest.

He truly doesn't understand but he tries to comfort you by always telling you how beautiful you are, painting amazing pictures of you, being sure to never leave a spot of your skin untouched by his fingers. He doesn't know how to tackle this issue so he just does his best by being overly lovely.

However, when he realises you still have this insecurity, he feels so sad! So he decided to confide in you what are his own physical insecurities. So when you tell him you love him and find him so unbelievably attractive, he tells you he feels the exact same way as you. You then understand that he knows about your chest insecurity.

You find it just so cute; you don't know what to do with yourself! You end up taking the lead, making love with him and comforting him about his insecurities while promising to work on yours.

Now, everytime that you both see hints of insecurity into each other's eyes, you proceed on reassuring the other and on making them feel loved and perfect. Wholesome, you said. Yes indeed.

Arthur:

Let's be clear here: Arthur does look at physical appearances at first. But your chest has never ever bothered him. He think it just compliments well your figure. But since he is very aware of how women work -and because he is damn Sherlock-clever boy-, he kinda guess early on you are insecure about your chest.

However, he is AWKWARD boy. You know, the one saying: "Luv, your chest is perfect. I like it small anyway. And big chest is a pain to pleasure even though you can grope them easily... And your chest compliments your curves! I am not shocked by it at all." It makes you feel even more bad. So you get upset and ignore him. "You could have just told me I look fine!"

He hates himself for this. He is a dumb author, forgive him. So in order to apologise, he asks you to come to his room: he needs to give you something to apologise. Probably asked Theo to tell you he was waiting for you. So you go and oh God, you find...

... Arthur fucking Conan Doyle laying naked on the bed with a big "I AM SORRY, LUV" board -I let you guess where is the board-. Then, he kneels before you -lemme remind you he is NAKED- and he just tells you he is the worst, that his insecurity is actually being dumb, that he loves no matter how you look. You want to tease him a bit more so you play the pouty game.

But he looks so sad and weak that you give in and throw yourself at him. You both fall on the bed and you cover him in kisses. "I will embrace your stupidity just like you embrace my small chest." He laughs so hard he has tears gathering on his eyes.

It was a tad difficult to write because I wouldn't even know how to tackle this |д꒪ͧ)… But I hope you like it :;(∩´﹏`∩);:

[camiddletonxox]

Eagerness and Gentility - Chapter 5 - The Morning After

Synopsis - Lady Charity of Edgewater is the daughter of Earl Vincent and Countess Maria and is slowly learning her place as the heiress to the Edgewater. As she comes of age, her father wants her to explore life and consider courting. When she starts to court the broody Mr Sinclaire, the person she grew up with, the Earl and his mother hope the young heiress is on her way to finding a husband, but will they stand back or will they not be able to help themselves and meddle in her life? And will Ernest be the man Charity expects after a life of devotion and affection at her fathers hands? And what happens when people try to split them up? Can they make it through?

Pairing - Ernest Sinclaire x Charity Middleton (Desire and Decorum)

Series - Eagaerness and Gentility AU - Series Masterlist

Rating - General

Taglist - @drakewalkerfantasy @ao719 @princess-geek @polishchoicesfan @binny1985 @desireepow-1986 @adriansbiss @i-bloody-love-drake-walker @desireepow-1986 @hatescapsicum @itscassandral @gardeningourmet @thequeenofcronuts @kaavyaethanramsey @imonlybibecauseofethanramsey @regencylady1810 @waitingforalana @dailydoseofchoices @storyofmychoices @sanchita012 @ramseysno1rookie @sushiharrington @akshara16 @choicesficwriterscreations

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Summary - The morning after the kiss, Charity is confused and Maria is concerned about her daughter

Word Count - 1469

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It was the morning after the dinner and the morning after she had kissed Ernest and Charity was full of emotions, she had this tingling excitement to find out what the kiss meant to Ernest but there was also this dread in her stomach, what if to him it was a mistake? She had tossed and turned all night, it had been such a emotional night and she was just wanting to talk to her father over it all. She needed to get someone else’s input, she needed someone to rationalise what had happened. What was this feeling she felt, was she deeply in love with Ernest Sinclaire? Was love this aching dizziness that she felt? The strange feeling she had in her stomach, it was overwhelming.

“Charity, my dear, are you ok in there?” Dominique called for her granddaughter, it wasn’t a while till breakfast but Charity had usually made her way downstairs by now and she was usually so excited to have breakfast. To start her day right. Charity jumped slightly, she hadn’t expected to be interrupted. She jumped, her heart was thumping in her chest.

“Ummm, I’m ok- sorry I’m just a bit tired” she spoke and the Dowager Countess chuckled, her granddaughter had a huge night last night.

“Don’t worry, my dear, I just wanted to know if you were ok. Father was wondering” Dominique spoke and Charity felt her heart explode, was she ok? She had no idea. Her grandmother sighed to herself, a smile threatening to come out. “Just come out and have some breakfast when you’re ready my dear, you have a horse ride this afternoon with your father” Her grandmother left her and Charity was irritated with herself, she never ever ever forgot about her rides out with her father, they were her favourite things. She got dressed into a delicate dark blue dress, with a shawl. She would change into something more suitable. She walked out her room, she walked down the stairs, she was floating, she had a smile on her face. The staff noticed it, she may feel so confused but on the outside, she looked as if the best thing ever had happened to her. She looked as beautiful as usual with that gorgeous glow to her.

Maria and Vincent were talking in Vincent’s study before breakfast, Maria was pleasantly surprised by the events of the previous night, she was so thrilled for her daughter but she was weary.

“I don’t know if I should be overprotective, she’s 18 Vincent” Maria fussed as she watched her husband read through the estate books, Vincent hadn’t stopped grinning. He was so keen for his daughter to find love and if she could find it with a man like Ernest Sinclaire.

“It’s Ernest, Maria. Not some stuck up, sex driven noble man who wants Charity for Edgewater, and if they were to fall in love, he is a man who would be suitable to allow her to inherit Edgewater” Vincent spoke as he stood up but Maria frowns.

“Back to my original point, Vincent, shes not even 20!” Maria argued and Vincent sighed, they were both so protective of their daughter, their only child but Maria feared they were pushing something on their daughter that she wasn’t ready for. She knew Vincent was even more protective then she was but for this situation, their daughter falling in love, he was slightly more calm.

“Maria, we have discussed this may times with her and between ourselves, we will not force her to do something she wishes not to. I just want her to be happy” Vincent assures his wife and she sighs.

“Shes our baby, our everything” Maria responds, and her husband presses his lips to hers.

“I know, I will talk to her on our ride later, and I am sure she will talk to you if she needs it” Vincent assures and the Earl and Countess walk through their house to where the rest of the family are preparing to eat breakfast. Vincent smiled to his daughter, she had her wavy hair flowing over her shoulders and looked like she was glowing almost.

“Good morning Father, Mama” She beams and kisses her mothers cheek then she kissed her fathers and hugged him, it may not be good to show affection to a parent in-front of others but with how close the two were, he really did not mind and the Foredale’s were used to it, they had a very special bond.

“Good morning, my darling. I trust you slept well” Maria says softly and Charity nodded but looked as if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. Maria gave her husband a look

“Father, can we play cards today? So when the Sinclaire’s come again I can play with Ernest and know what I am dong” Harry asked and the earl looked at his son.

“Of course but after dinner, my boy. I have to do the accounts later and I am going to go on a ride with your sister as well today” The earl says and harry nodded.

The family were silent for a few seconds before the Earl cleared his throat. Charity was glowing but her parents and grandmother could see the weight of the world on her shoulders. Love was a hard thing, the Earl and Countess knew that above anyone. But seeing the confusion being in love on their daughters face was hard, they just wanted to help her.

“Last night was a pleasant night” Dominique spoke up and Maria nodded as she chewed on her egg before she turned to her mother in law.

“Yes, I was shocked by the behaviour displayed by Felicity however, I don’t understand what she has against our daughter” Maria admits as she looked to her husband and he sighed agreeing.

“I think she could be jealous, as Charity will one day be the lady of Edgewater, its her birthright” Vincent guesses and Charity blushed, she knew the conversation her and her parents had so many times, she was to marry a man of status to get her birthright, she was a woman after all,

“I understand that Vincent, but Charity has never ever been rude to her, she is a polite young woman, she has not a rude bone in her because we raised her to be polite” Maria replies sipping her tea.

“Charity, you have been awfully quiet my dear, are you alright” Her father gently rubbed her arm as he asked her. The attention was on her now. She blushed and looked down, her leg moving back and forth slightly under the table, whatever happened between her and Ernest had her puzzled.

“I am sorry father, I just am tired” Charity admitted Her father rubbed her arm softly. He knew what her thoughts were at the moment, he remembered the experience he had as a young man, when he fell for Maria. The way his heart hurt when he thought about Maria and the way she took over his every thought.

“We don’t have to go for a ride today, we can do it another day” Vincent offers and Charity shook her head. She needed to talk to her father about her feelings and admit she kissed Ernest. She needed to be away from Edgewater, away from the gardens where the kiss happened so she shook her head.

“No, I want to. I need to ride Princess Callie, I miss riding her” Charity said, too quickly and her mother shot her father the look. This is what Maria feared the most, the sadness for their daughter, the constant sickness that came with being truly in love for the first time.

After breakfast, Charity went to read before she prepared for her ride with her father and Maria and Vincent returned to their chambers.

“I told you, she is beyond confused, she is hurting” Maria says and her husband sighed.

“I know, Maria, I know. But I will talk to her, we will help her. As her parents. As her mother and father” Vincent argued as he sat on the bed.

“You need to talk to her, assure her this is naturally and ask her what she wants to do” Maria insisted, she shook her head, her husband nodded in agreement, he walked to his wife.

“Of course I will talk to her. Shes my little girl. I want to help her”

Over at Ledford park, Ernest was less nervous about the night before, instead he realised the night before must have been destiny. And he wanted to love her the way she deserved. He loved Charity and he wanted to show her he did. He went out on his horse for some fresh air, to think of ways to woo her.

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The Godfather Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone Proves a Little Less is Infinitely More

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This Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone analysis contains spoilers.

The ending will be discussed at length. If you haven’t seen it, I’ll make you an offer you can’t refuse. Find the film, watch it with fresh eyes, then come back and celebrate The Death of Michael Corleone.

“The power to absolve debt is greater than the power of forgiveness,” Michael Corleone observes in the revelatory new opening of Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone. He may well be speaking for Francis Ford Coppola. The Godfather Part III concluded the family saga, made a profit for Paramount Pictures, and garnered seven Oscar nominations in its time, but Coppola has never been forgiven for it. The 1990 film has such an undeserved reputation, it almost feels like there was a vendetta against it. Having seen the new cut several times, the director can finally be absolved of sins he never committed.

Coppola’s finale has been bashed for its structure. Critics said he was just going through the motions and the arc of the first two films, and doing it much too slowly. However, the filmmaker was making one long film, and this is the conclusion. It references the other two films because the reality which forms this family history is well known. It is canon, the arcs are similar because each film dissembles William Shakespeare’s King Lear. The Godfather, Part III also has the balls to wear its opera cape up front, and it’s a Sicilian one. But does it move as slow as critics accused? We get an ear bite in the first quarter, a helicopter mass execution, and enough intrigue for three Hitchcock films.

The Godfather, Coda is not much different than The Godfather Part III. Coppola only cut five minutes from the 162 minutes of the original. But like a good haircut, it makes a difference, even though I think he took too much off the top. The streamlining speeds it up and makes it feel more tragic. Michael’s regrets are palpable, the dangers he and his family face are recognizable. It’s the same movie but tighter. The Godfather and The Godfather Part II are perfect films, like Casablanca or Citizen Kane, not a single scene is less than flawlessly framed, acted, and situated. The third one is a little sloppy. It happens. Martin Scorsese’s Mean Streets is sloppy and works perfectly because of it. To this writer, Mean Streets packs more of an emotional punch than Goodfellas, which is also cinematic perfection from setup to cut. The Godfather III is rough around the edges.

Coppola loves the editing room as much as any wine vineyard. He recut Apocalypse Now Redux, and added scenes which may not have been imperative, but are wholly welcome. Coppola filled in the storyline to The Cotton Club for his reworking. When The Godfather trilogy was recut and re-released as a seven-hour chronological saga, it was like hearing the Beatles’ White Album with discarded tracks included. Scenes which landed on the cutting room floor were put back in. The Godfather, Coda takes scenes out. We get less of Eli Wallach’s Machiavellian cannoli-lover Don Altobello, which is a shame because his performance has grown on me since my initial viewing. Coppola also cuts Talia Shire’s Connie Corleone when she goes full-on Lucretia Borgia, ordering an execution in a chapel.

The Godfather Part III is the purest of the saga’s films in terms of cinematic input. The first film was a masterful adaptation of Mario Puzo’s book. The second one also drew heavily from the book. By the third, the motion picture saga was on its own. Part III was also the first of the films which didn’t have the Godfather himself, Vito Corleone, in it. Marlon Brando’s performance is more than iconic; it is Americana itself. Robert De Niro bridges generations as the young Vito in The Godfather Part II. Al Pacino’s Michael is the only godfather here.

“The Pope, the Holy Father, on this very day has blessed Michael Corleone. You think you know better than the Pope?”

The original cut of The Godfather Part III opens on the flooded Corleone compound in Lake Tahoe and dissolves to Old St. Patrick’s Cathedral in Lower Manhattan’s Little Italy. The Godfather, Coda opens with a low-angle establishing shot of the exterior of St. Patrick’s Cathedral. It looks like a relic of another time. It is surrounded by the cold steel and glass of modern architecture. The midtown cathedral represents old money.

The first scene is a meeting between Michael Corleone and head of the Vatican Bank, Archbishop Gilday (Donal Donnelly). The Vatican is selling controlling shares in real estate conglomerate Internazionale Immobiliare to the Corleone family. These details don’t come out until 30 minutes into The Godfather Part III. By now putting the Vatican meeting at the beginning, followed by the Vito Corleone Foundation celebration, it fits better into the structure of The Godfather, and gives the proper weight to the deals with the Holy Roman Church.

The scene also reestablishes the Corleones as a family of great wealth. They have so much money they can bail out the Vatican. We don’t know how they made that money; we get very little detail about the years between The Godfather Part II and the late 1970s, when The Godfather, Coda is set.

We assume the Corleones had nothing to do with heroin, probably sidestepped any involvement in the Kennedy assassination, and stuck with the traditional vices, which could be best maneuvered into real power. We can imagine a Hoffa scenario because of their union involvement, but we get little indications of business beyond the chase for legitimacy. With this deal, Michael will be one of the wealthiest men in the world.

Moving the meeting also casts the archbishop in the same role that the funeral director played in the opening scene of The Godfather. The priest’s favor becomes his regret, but in a way that inverts the structure of the original film. The funeral director came to Don Corleone seeking justice after chasing the American dream, believing in it with all his soul as much as he believed in holy Mary, mother of God.

Archbishop Gilday’s impossible dream is to turn that around, to siphon the American success of the Corleone family back to Italy, after skimming his part, of course. Michael is awarded the Order of St. Sebastian from the Catholic Church after the charity run by his daughter Mary (Sofia Coppola) donates $100 million to the institution. Immobiliare is the other side of the coin, and it is a beautiful flip.

The move also fits the film closer to the original 1972 classic, positioning the Vito Corleone Foundation ceremony as the wedding scene, and introducing us to the players, and the ones who don’t play well with others. Joe Mantegna plays Joey Zasa, who is a stand-in for the John Gotti ascendancy, running Don Corleone’s old territory now that the family has moved up. Eli Wallach ties us into the family behind the family. Vincent Mancini is the bastard son of Sonny Corleone and his mistress Lucy. Actor Andy Garcia clearly enjoys this part. He turns into James Caan a few times.

Sofia Coppola’s performance has been called flat, amateurish, and not in the same universe as the rest of the film. Mary is an important part. For most of the audience, she is the most recognizable character as far as an entry into the world of the underworld. Sofia did it because her father needed her, and quickly. Winona Ryder’s unexpected bout of physical exhaustion didn’t fit with Paramount’s time schedule, and the studio’s replacement options didn’t fit the age of the character.

Coppola’s 18-year-old daughter, Sofia, still had baby fat on her face. She’d made appearances in Rumble Fish and Peggy Sue Got Married, and was used to working with her father, even though she was not an actor. European filmmakers cast non-actors all the time; they bring a real quality to roles. Lenny Montana, who played Luca Brasi in The Godfather, was a former wrestler who came to the set as the bodyguard of a ranking Colombo family member. Martin Scorsese’s mother Catherine makes an appearance in The Godfather Part III. Sofia is playing herself, a college freshman who wants to help her father.

This makes the gnocchi scene feel almost uncomfortably incestuous. Mary is Vincent’s first cousin, and we can see in the way they look at each other; it’s wrong even though it feels so right. Sofia is natural in her scenes, not emotive. She is the tourist the audience needs to circumnavigate the treacherous waters. Mary is the civilian who becomes the collateral damage of the Corleone family life. She takes the bullet intended for her father, Don Michael Corleone. Sofia did the same for her father, becoming the scapegoat for a job she took to get his movie in on time.

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Mary’s death scene has been called the worst in the history of motion pictures. It never was, and as presented in the recut, it’s entirely, emotionally effective. It’s not Bette Davis in Dark Victory, and even though it happens on the stone steps of a church, it isn’t James Cagney’s death scene in The Roaring Twenties. It isn’t meant to be. It is sad. The death itself is one of the most underplayed in film, but the music gives it the tragedy to match Michael’s reaction.

It is hard to resist the pull of the music when considering how much of a worthy ending this cut is to The Godfather saga. The themes are the trilogy’s blood and wine. Composer Nino Rota tells us when to celebrate and how to mourn. We relive Michael’s lost love Appollonia more through our ear’s memory than we do from the faded black and white photograph in the old Sicilian villa. And his reunion with Kay evokes the post-war era they met in. The music ties the film together so beautifully that this time around it feels like the skin of the original, rather than its clothes.

By the end of the film, the emperor has no clothes. Michael thinks he can break a glass ceiling through legitimate business but admits “The higher I go, the crookeder it becomes.” Senators and presidents have men killed. The church is no different. Legitimacy is an illusion. Coppola saw The Godfather Part III as an epilogue. Paramount wanted to grow a franchise. Coppola had to be persuaded to make a sequel to the first film. Paramount wanted Coca-Cola instead of wine. And they treated The Godfather Part III like the Fredo of Godfather movies.

Fredo is all over this film. How he died is the first question Mary asks Vincent. It’s the last rite in Michael’s confession to the Vatican priest who will become Pope, a scene which contains one of the funniest exchanges in the film. Michael tells Cardinal Lamberto (Raf Vallone) a list of his sins would take up too much time. The first cut may have been the deepest, but the final cut in The Godfather, Coda is the most ironic. Coppola adds the subtitle, in quotations, apart from the puppeteer logo of the films and book, and then takes exactly that promise away.

The final scene cut from The Death of Michael Corleone is the death of Michael Corleone.

The Godfather Part III ends as Michael is sitting alone outside a villa in Sicily. All family debts have been settled, but he has no family left. He is wearing dark glasses, slumps in his chair, loses his grip on the orange in his lap, and falls dead to the ground. Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone ends, not only with him still alive, but wishing him Cent’anni, telling the audience it means “for long life” and reminding viewers “a Sicilian never forgets.”

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The phrase actually translates to 100 years. Imagine how many Godfather sequels could be made in that time. Michael is left alive, alone. Atonement is beyond him. He loses his family just as he is on the precipice of finally being able to give them what they need. But the coda to Mario Puzo’s The Godfather, Coda: The Death of Michael Corleone is an allegory to what Paramount wanted, more life. Yes, Al Pacino’s Don Michael Corleone spent all this time waiting for them to pull him back in.

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IkeVam Headcanons: Singing to MC/MC singing to them

ITS FRIDAY, TIME FOR FLOOF!!!! Enjoy some scenarios of the boyos either serenading you or you serenading them uwu~

Napo: MC singing to them

You walk into his room and he’s dead to the world, completely asleep and unresponsive. Your usual routine of waking him up is stopped as you look at his sleeping face.

You decide to sit next to him instead of ripping the covers off him as you normally do. You stroke his hair and he will subconsciously turn his head to kiss your hand, his sleep habit eliciting a giggle from you.

You then suddenly remember a French nursery rhyme from his action and begin to sing softly as you gaze down at him.

“♫ Entrez dans la danse, voyez comme on danse. Sautez, dansez, embrassez qui vous voudrez. ♫”

“Snrk!”

You feel the bed shake beneath you from his laughter as he cracks open one eye to meet your own astonished gaze.

“Embrassez qui vous voudrez…” He repeats the words back to you, “‘Kiss whoever you want’. I quite like the sound of that.”

“Wah?!”

There’s nothing you can do to stop him reaching out to pull you under the covers with him, nor can you stop him from pressing a sweet yet firm kiss upon your lips, the kiss lingering as he parts before you pull him back for more.

A wonderful way to wake up, indeed.

Mozart: Singing to MC

It’s hard to ignore the way the beautiful piano melody filling the air abruptly crashes down...especially since it’s happened four times now. You knock tentatively on the music room door and step in quietly, eyeing Mozart with his fists clenched resting on the piano keys.

“Are you alright, Mozart?”

He sighs. Heavily. “If I was alright, I wouldn’t be abusing my piano, would I?”

His eyes immediately widen as he turns to look at you before he sheepishly averts his gaze. “Sorry, I shouldn’t chastise you when it’s clear you’re only trying to help.”

You only smile at his sweet gesture. He shuffles over on his piano bench so you have room to sit beside him.

“Maybe it would help if you hum the melody out loud. Some things magically align to make sense if you just hear it from yourself.”

“___...I’ve been listening to it repeatedly as I’ve been playing it.”

“Oh, just humour me, will you?”

He looks at you as if you have two heads, but complies. Closing his eyes, he hums the very same measure his fingers brought to life moments before. You can only gaze at him with awe, his voice light yet concise with each note; as expected of the perfectionist virtuoso. 

You don’t even register the silence when he stops humming, only coming to when he softly pinches your cheek. The awestruck look on your face is quickly replaced with red-cheeked embarrassment, to which Mozart grins cheekily at.

“Don’t make such a cute face when I’m trying to concentrate. You’ll only make me think of another symphony that’s all too easy to compose...and from my favourite instrument too.”

He gets a slap for that one, even with the beatific smile on his face.

Leonardo: MC singing to them

On a calm night, you knock on Leonardo’s door, a bottle of Rouge in hand. You step inside at his prompting and after manoeuvring through the minefield that is his bedroom floor, you sit on his bed and wait. 

 He’s on the floor at his bedside, fiddling with some new contraption while he hums, the sound flowing and decadent like a caramel river. Only the sounds of metallic clinking and his low humming filled the room. 

“You have such a nice voice, Leonardo.”

He immediately re-emerges into reality at your voice, turning to meet your eye. 

“Never really thought about it. But if you like it, cara mia, that’s all that matters.”

You smile at his words until you see that familiar glint in his twilight eyes; the eyes of a man planning something. 

“Why don’t you sing for me?”

“M-me? But, I’m not that good at it.”

“I never said to sing well. Just thought it’d be nice to hear your singing voice since you’re always hearing mine.”

He stands only to sit next to you on the bed, taking the bottle of Rouge from your hand and replacing it with his, his thumb tracing the contours of your knuckles. 

That gentle encouragement and his charming gaze have you yielding to his request, as you also often do. You decide to play it safe and simply hum his melody back to him, your pitch higher and less natural as it flows, but still you sing. 

 As you finish, you meet his eyes with a hint of apprehension only to find a warm gaze and a happy smile. He squeezes your hand. 

“How you make everything so beautiful is one thing I will never know.” He grins, his other hand lifting to stroke your cheek, “But, I can’t deny your singing beneath the sheets is much more rapturous.”

 “Leonardo!!”

Arthur: Singing to MC

It’ll be after a roll in the hay (because of COURSE, it’s Arthur we’re talking about here). You’re laying in bed, roused from sleep by him stroking your hair but not alluding to the fact that you’re awake.

(Here it comes…)

He tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and begins to sing.

“♫ Rock-a-bye baby, on the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will rock. ♫”

His voice is soft, an edge of hoarseness lingering on the ends of his words. But the pure affection laced throughout his serenade will warm you through all over again.

“♫ When the bough breaks, the cradle will fall. And down will come baby, cradle and all. ♫”

“...But don’t you worry, my darling ___. I’ll always catch you if you fall. I will always be there…”

You consider revealing that you’re awake - like you’ve done the other handful of times he has sung to you - but this is a secret best kept that way, you ultimately decide.

You snuggle against his tender caress, a blissful smile on your lips, almost certain that his expression mirrors your own.

Vincent: Singing to MC

You’re in the garden, simply enjoying the sunshine and the fresh air. You’ve been feeling homesick all day and hoped a garden stroll would remedy it, but to no avail.

As you sigh, you hear a bright, pure voice call your name. You turn your head to see Vincent walking towards you, his face beaming with a smile. 

“There you are, ___. I was looking for you.”

“You were? What for?”

His smile turns sheepish as he reaches out to caress your cheek. “Everyone has been saying that you look rather sad today. Now I see that they’re right.”

Your eyes widen but you can’t find your words to deny him, too lost in the swirling blue of his eyes. Vincent steps closer to press his brow to yours. 

“Is there anything I can do to help, ___? Anything at all?”

You wrack your brain for a moment before you sigh and you lean your head down to nestle against his collarbone. 

“...Sing for me?”

You feel embarrassed by your childish request, unable to admit that you’re missing home. You feel his laugh before you hear it; its sound holding no judgment, only love. Without a word, he wraps an arm around your waist, the other moving from your face to comb his fingers through your hair. 

“♫ Hmm hmmmm hm hmmm, hmm hmmmm hm-hm hmmmm~ ♫”

He hums a delicate melody, like a flower unfurling its flowers as dawn rises, the lack of words no deterrent to its beauty. He moves to press a kiss to your hair as he hums, the vibrations from his lips only stopping to let his kiss be audible before he begins again. 

Your hands on his chest clench his shirt in their grip and you close your eyes, letting both Vincent’s warmth and his soothing melody chase away your anxiety.

Theo: MC singing to them

You sit by the fountain, enjoying the peace and quiet before oddly heavy footsteps draw your attention. You quirk an eyebrow at Theo’s lethargic form moving towards you, your confusion only heightened as he sits next to you and immediately seeks your shoulder to rest his head upon, all without a word.

“Theo? Are you alright?”

“In all honesty, I’ve been better.” His voice is loose, less harsh than its usual biting tone. You rest your hand atop his own and squeeze it and Theo sighs in response.

“Hey, hondje.”

“Yes?”

“Get rid of this splitting headache for me, will you? I don’t care how, just...do it.”

As demanding as ever yet oddly docile, you can’t help but accept. After a moment of thought, you thread your fingers through his own and begin to hum. It isn’t any particular song, it’s just whatever springs to mind; the melody forming as you make it.

After who knows how long, you shift your head to look at Theo, your lips fighting back a grin at his sleeping face, his eyebrows scrunched yet his face oddly innocent.

“Welterusten, Theo.” You whisper as you lean your head against his own and close your eyes, his even breaths pulling you into an accompanying daylight slumber.

Dazai: Singing to MC

As the wind blows its soft gales, you hang the bedsheets on the line, the crisp scent of its cleanliness whipping into your nostrils. You’re too focused to notice the pair of eyes watching you intently, and the accompanying warm smile on his lips.

You hear him before you see him, a breezy harmony hummed softly, the wind carrying his sweet symphony to your ears. Surrounded by sheets, all that guides you is the sweet sound of his hummed melody.

The sheets flutter with the wind and you catch a glimpse of his feet on the other side of the sheet. But as you duck under the sheet, he’s nowhere to be found.

“Ah!”

His arms loop around your middle from behind, his head cradling itself comfortably in the crook of your neck and his lips press against your ear as he continues to hum, the sweet vibrations flowing into you and making you shiver.

“♫ Hm hmmm hm hmm, hmmmm hm hmm hm-hm hmmm~ ♫”

You reach up to cup his cheek, a smile playing on your lips. “Are you enjoying yourself there?”

“Why, very much so, Toshiko-san. Seeing you sparked some much-needed inspiration; so much so, that I couldn’t help but sing.”

You giggle at his words, your smile widening as he presses his lips reservedly against your cheek in a brief kiss, and you cherish the way his arms wrap further around you as the sheets surrounding you block out anyone who would dare see you.

Isaac: Singing to MC

Thunder booms loudly overhead and you toss and turn in bed despite your best attempts to ignore it. Too uneasy to even feign sleep, you open your eyes to stare at Isaac hunched over his desk with only the soft lowlight of a nearby candle as his light source.

Another crack of thunder causes you to whimper in silent fear and any hopes you had that he didn’t hear you are dashed as he turns to face you, an eyebrow cocked.

“Are you alright, ___?”

“Mm, y-yeah! Perfectly fine! Don’t mind m-AH!”

Your eyes shut on impulse with your shriek. You pull the covers over your head to hide your burning face, slightly ashamed of your fear of the storm outside. You hear Isaac’s soft sigh before you hear the creaking of the wooden chair and then the feeling of the bed sinking as he sits beside you.

He doesn’t say a word, the only sound being the rain berating the roof. Then, he very tentatively places his hand on your leg over the covers and very awkwardly clears his throat.

“♫ I see the moon, the moon sees me. God bless the moon, and God bless me. ♫”

You still, taken aback by the almost vulnerable quality in his soft, shaky voice. Whilst far from perfect, you can hear the effort behind his breathy singing.

When the thunder booms again and your body tenses, you feel his hand squeeze your leg.

“♫ I know an angel watches over me. God bless my angel, and God bless me. ♫”

You gasp, the sounds of the thunder suddenly distant and muted. When you dare to peek out from behind the covers, you meet Isaac’s eye.

The both of you immediately turn your gazes away, but his hand remains on your leg and you can’t fight back the happy, embarrassed smile on your lips.

Sleep comes much easier with Isaac’s sweet voice and comforting presence guarding you.

Jean: MC singing to them

You’re on your way to the mansion’s library after having been in town, a light spring in your step and a tune humming sweetly from your lips, the same one you heard the children singing.

“♫ Au clair de la lune, on n'y voit qu'un peu. On chercha la plume, on chercha du feu. ♫”

(In the light of the moon, you can barely see anything. Someone looked for a pen, someone looked for a flame.)

“Mademoiselle?”

“Ah, Jean! Bonjour.”

He eyes you quizzically, his amethyst eye focused solely on you, the action making you shrink back subconsciously.

“That song…”

“Do you know it? I heard the children singing it when I was in town. I guess it got stuck in my head.”

He shakes his head. “No. It is much ahead of my time.” But then he pauses. “Are there...more lyrics?”

“Yes, there is! I’m on the final part now.”

Despite your efforts, your voice shakes as you sing, a result of performance anxiety coupled with Jean’s never-wavering gaze.

“♫ En cherchant d'la sorte, je ne sais ce qu'on trouva. Mais je sais que la porte, sur eux se ferma. ♫”

You don’t catch the subtle hitch of his breath or the imperceptible widening of his eye, but you do catch the way his cheeks flare up with heat. Before you can ask, he turns away to hide from your eyes.

“Children sing that?” He mutters softly, “Those are rather...indecent lyrics for small children.”

(In all of that looking, I don’t know what was found. But I do know that those two shut the door behind them.)

Shakespeare: MC singing to them

Shakespeare did not originally plan on visiting the mansion today, but he knew better than to ignore a direct request from Le Comte. 

As he walks leisurely through the halls, his feet still as he nears the dining room, the door slightly ajar. He stands by the door frame and peeks through the gap to see what treasures the room holds.

You’re setting the table, a spring in your step as you place the extra plate down with a smile. You hum a genial tune, devoid of melancholy or tragedy; all whilst being completely unaware of the mismatched eyes watching you through the door with silent interest.

(Ah, the fair lady knoweth of my staying for dinner. I cannot help but wonder, doest she smile so sweetly for me? If it be true, verily that maketh me joyous.)

He leans back against the wall, his eyes on the ceiling as he takes in your performance. Whilst flawed, Shakespeare cannot help but find it beautiful and he seems almost unaware of the smile on his lips, it’s expression border lining serene. 

He stays outside the dining room for as long as he is able before he leaves, ready to apologise to Le Comte for his tardiness. But he doth not regret his decision and your simple melody teeming with goodwill replays in his head.

Even after dinner and as he returns to his home in the city, he finds himself humming that very same tune, his voice doing the melody no justice compared to your own, he thinks to himself.

Le Comte: Singing to MC

You knock on Le Comte’s door and enter when he invites you in. Greeting you with his usual warm smile, you offer one in kind. 

“___. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I was hoping to ask you something, Comte.”

“Bien sûr. Anything for you.”

You smile at his ineffable kindness. “Do you know of any nursery rhymes from older times? I promised the children in town to teach them some new songs, but I don’t think I can risk teaching them anything that hasn’t been made yet.”

His eyes seem to gleam at the kindness of your request and he reaches towards you to sweep your hand up in a way too suave to be called gentlemanly. 

“It would be my pleasure to serenade you, ma chérie. But I ask for one thing in exchange.”

“Wh-what?” You chide yourself for being too distracted by the warmth of his hand to articulate a proper response. His smile simply widens. 

“That you sing for me songs from your time. While I may have heard them, I imagine hearing them from you will be infinitely more lovely.”

You curl your lips into your mouth in embarrassment, a healthy blush dusting your cheeks. With a chuckle, Comte begins to sing, the song’s tempo and melody foreign to you but gorgeous all the same. His voice is as warm and enveloping as his speaking voice, but a rough quality on the lower notes adds a certain gruffness that is attractive in its own right. 

As he finishes, he prompts you to sing. The afternoon is spent with you both singing the songs of your times to each other, still standing hand in hand. 

Sebastian: MC singing to them

Another day of maintaining the mansion’s cleanliness. Sebastian makes his way back to the kitchen to check on your progress of polishing the silverware. 

He goes to walk into the kitchen but stops dead in the doorway at the sight before him. 

Your back is to him as you polish the last of the spoons to perfection, lost in your own little world as you sing in an upbeat tone. Sebastian recognises the beat but cannot pinpoint where he knows it - is it a modern song lost within the depths of his mind? Or maybe a song he heard in passing whilst running errands in the city?

He could not say but he can’t help but grin watching you, your hips swaying slightly as you move to your own beat. 

His grin only widens and a mischievous twinkle lights up his grey eyes. He stepped quietly out of the room and retraces his steps further back down the hall where he was rearranging the flower vases, making sure he can still hear your singing. 

Picking up a vase, he sets it back down on the pedestal with some vigour and listens carefully. Sure enough, you immediately stop singing and he can’t help the grin splitting his lips. 

(I have a feeling I was not meant to hear that. But what one doesn’t know doesn’t hurt them...and I quite like the idea of knowing something about you that no one else does.)

He returns to the kitchen and you greet him with a smile, yourself completely unaware of the little secret Sebastian has tucked away into a special corner of his heart. 

[crimson-snowfall]

Ikemen Vampire: Language of Flowers - Vlad

Flower: Peach/Peach Blossom

Meaning/Symbolism: Your qualities, like your charms, are unequalled (Peach) / I am your captive (Peach Blossom)

Word Count: 1108

Vlad eyed you with curiosity as you peacefully slept on his lap. As per your request, he had taken you to the field of roses he often spoke fondly of, and your reaction upon taking in the iconic view made it worth his while.

After carefully removing the thorns from the rose he had been working on ever since you fell asleep, he leisurely tucked it behind your ear, a little smile forming on his lips as he did so.

How did things come to this, Vlad genuinely wondered. In all the centuries he’s lived, never once has he met a human who is resistant to a pureblood’s thrall, so having you around had been rather stimulating. It made him a little sad thinking that you would eventually return to your time, for he has grown to care about you as an object of his interest and would rather refrain from sabotaging your return once again, because he’d rather not lose you to the void of space-time.

What Vlad had not been expecting though, was that you would actually come to him. He didn’t knew when you started to develop feelings for him– and at first he simply accepted because he thought it would be a rather entertaining way to torment Comte who was evidently opposed to the idea of you staying with him.

Vlad welcomed you with open arms with the intention of establishing ownership over the object of his interest, but even after turning you into a vampire, you remained immune to his powers. Vlad also thought that turning you into a vampire may not be the wisest decision he’s made in centuries, for in the very instance he had known the taste of your blood, he felt himself spiraling into the depths of his greatest addiction. You had him addicted so bad to the point that it’s almost shameless for a pureblood vampire, who in the vampire society are supposed to be exemplars of restraint.

Indeed, in his needless attempts to control you, he had been the one who had fallen under you.

To begin with, it’s not like Vlad needed to bind you– you willingly belonged to him. It didn’t even matter if his feelings towards you weren’t that of love, just him allowing you to be there for him was enough for you. There’s simply no end to how much think the world of him, and you found perfection even in his imperfections-- you’re absolutely smitten. In your eyes, no one can possibly ever hope to compare to Vlad, and you are devoted to him in every sense you could think of, so his desperation to have you under his spell came off as particularly strange to you.

Unbeknownst to you, Vlad has indeed fallen for you not long ago, but the pureblood has yet to completely come into terms with the fact that he had actually fallen in love. So he masquerades it under the guise of wanting to subjugate you simply for his entertainment, when in reality he would probably end the world should he succeed… because then your love for him wouldn’t feel as genuine as it is now.

When your eyelids finally fluttered open, you found yourself under Vlad’s loving gaze– a look that honestly suited him better than the look of a fallen angel hell-bent on delivering his definition of a peaceful world, but you didn’t mind because that’s also one of his charms. 

“Had a nice nap?”

“Yes, my lor-”

“I believe I have told you not to call me that when it’s just the two of us,” Vlad promptly reminded you, caressing your cheeks. Your skin flushed under his touch.

“Vlad…” His name escaped your lips in a soft whisper.

The pureblood smirked in approval, before pulling you up to straddle on his lap. You feel like you could lose yourself forever in the tenderness of his gaze that’s reserved for you alone. You dared cup his cheeks with your hands and press a kiss on his lips, which he returned just as gently, before pulling you down with him as he laid on the field of roses.

“I have a question for you,” Vlad spoke as he reached out beside him to take another rose, snapping the stem into a more manageable length before his fingers began their work on removing the thorns.

“What is it?”

Without meeting your curious gaze, the question came out of his lips. “Just why do you adore me so, dragă mea?”

You weren’t expecting him to ask that of all questions he could’ve possibly asked that moment, so it took you a while to collect your thoughts. “There are a lot of reasons, Vlad. But if you’ll ask me how did I first come to admire you… maybe it’s because I wanted to see the future you want for this world.”

Your response caught him off guard, causing his fingers to slip, a fresh cut now running along its tip. Your pupils dilated as you were assaulted by the sweet, intoxicating scent of your beloved’s blood.

“You don’t think it’s a horrible thing to do?”

“N-no. Not at all. The future I c-came from was already heading t-towards the dystopia y-you spoke of.”

A devious smile graced Vlad’s handsome features as he listened to your voice falter, that he intentionally pricked another finger with the thorns. “But the other purebloods believe it’s best not to interfere.”

Your fangs started to ache for him. “I-I think… it’s a n-noble thing to w-want to take a-action on thi— n-no, y-you mustn’t!” You watched in horror as Vlad pricked a third finger, before letting go of the rose at your sudden interjection. He offered you his now bloodied fingers, a smug grin on his face.

“I mustn’t what? Tell me, dragă mea.” But it’s too late and the act has been done, and now you’re lustfully sucking on his fingers, eyes clouded with desire as the mischievous act fueled your arousal. With his free hand, he tugged on the collar of his shirt, exposing your favorite spot where his neck meets his shoulders.

You greedily accepted this invitation and in no time your fangs were embedded in that sweet spot, eliciting deep groans of pleasure from Vlad. In the frenzied evening that ensued, Vlad carved into your body the unparalleled zenith of what it meant to be his dearly beloved, and in those moments, you just knew.

No matter what comes out of the future Vlad had coveted for this world, you’ll never regret a single thing about captivating his heart, and you’ll gladly burn with him should the worst ever happens.

“Dragă mea” means “my darling” in Romanian (yea that’s where the historical Vlad came from) and yea... I think it’s a pureblood thing to call their beloved “my darling” kek

In case you’re wondering why Vlad gets two flowers...I was actually bamboozled that they’d include Peach on that list when it’s not actually a flower wow such fake news bruh it says Language of Flowers not Language of Fruits... or maybe I’m just a dumdum and there’s actually a Peach flower and it ain’t the same thing as Peach Blossom... oh well but then it fits so yea might as well

This concludes the Ikemen Vampire - Language of Flowers series and if you’re wondering why there isn’t any for Charles and Faust, let’s just say that I wrote Vlad’s on the last minute because I love him and this one wasn’t actually planned... so yea think of it as a bonus. Even if I wanted to write one for the other two I just really don’t know them that much and my interest ain’t just there yet... but since both of them are February babies I may consider writing one for them next year for their birthdays :3

More on this series:  [[Napoleon]] [[Mozart]] [[Leonardo]] [[Arthur]] [[Vincent]]  [[Theodorus]] [[Isaac]] [[Dazai]] [[Jean]] [[William]] [[Comte de Saint Germain]] [[Sebastian]] 

[stardew-imagines-me]

That was quite fast, I hope this settles down. But I do like to ask something last minute, so here it goes! Can I ask something for Alex, or someone else if you prefer. Maybe him finally feeling like he is nothing like his father, and seeing his s/o and his kid(s) as proof of his realization? Hope you take it easy! :D

This is really long but jiodwoiehdiowe I loved this prompt so much!!

It took a long time to get to this point; Alex being able to watch his family run around the farm, dodging large spurts of water that whipped from the hose that you had grasped between your hands, yelling loudly at your children who clutched at their sides laughing. Teenagers, children. Sometimes he’d lay awake at night just thinking about the events of his life, thinking about how much further he had gotten than his father ever did.

He’s had these realizations many times before, but each one different from the last. His first was when you two had just gotten back from a long day of tending to the animals, pulling crops and catching fish in preparations of expanding your home. Alex hadn’t questioned the idea, even if he did, it was your home after all and he was just grateful you let him live with you - he knew you’d scorn him lightly and pout if you knew he still had thoughts like these.

Confidence, something he knows all too well and yet, still lacks the correct amount. Confidence you slowly helped him build in himself, the right kind.

That night, you had flung yourself over his side on the bed, freshly showered and dripping. He laughed and tried pushing you off of him when you would shove your sopping wet hair into the back of his neck - truth be told, it was something so small and domestic that left Alex aching for more affection, more love to receive and give.

Eventually, you settle down next to him, his arm wrapped around the side of your waist and pulling half of your body under his so you two could shield the cold of nightfall. He was nodding off to sleep when you suddenly blurted only thing that had been on your mind for months.

“Let’s have kids,”

You swore you’ve never seen Alex so panicked and shocked before, and it took everything inside of you to not flinch when he reeled back from your touch. It hurt, was there some misconceptions? Maybe this really was all too sudden..

“What..?” He asked quietly. You knew not to take it personally, but you couldn’t mask the disappoint you felt. 

“I.. Alex, I want to have kids with you,”

He looked somewhat troubled as you two laid there, staring at each other. “Sorry, this is so sudden - I wasn’t sure.. I didn’t… I’m sorry. It’s just, I see you around Vincent and Jas and you always look so happy, and since we’ve been married for nearly two years now, that, god I don’t know,” You’re rambling tirelessly, averting your eyes as you sit up and face him.

“Are we not ready?” He hates how sad you look, he never wants to make you sad but honestly, he’s terrified right now. He sighs and brings himself up as well, resting a hand on your thigh and looking up at you with as much vulnerability as he can.

“It’s not that we aren’t ready, I really do love children, I always have. And I love you,” His hand clenches slightly as he thinks about his words, “But I don’t know if I’ll be able to be a good dad. Mine was never around, he left when I was young, you know this, and what if -” He’s cringing at his own words.

It’s odd seeing someone so strong, so beautiful shrink into themselves. You wish you could kiss it away, you wish you could tell him he doesn’t have to explain but he does need this, it’s something that’s hard for him to talk about on his own.

“I want so badly to have children, I want to see you holding our kids and I want to complain about how hard it is to raise them. I want to teach my daughter how to play gridball and my son how to read.. I can’t promise you I won’t be like him though, I can’t even promise myself,”

Together you cried and talked about the future, reassuring that everything would be alright and he would never be like his father. Going to bed well past midnight was worth it since you watched the worry dissipate in his eyes. This wouldn’t be the first talk, and you were ready for that. It’s a long road towards healing, the least you could do was whisper gently and circle your thumb against his cheek as he fell asleep beside you.

-

The second time was when he held his daughter tight against his chest after a long night of laying down, getting up, feeding, rocking, laying down and repeating. It had gotten to the point where you got up against your better judgment and helped him put your daughter to sleep. Alex was sat in the nursery’s chair, just staring down at his precious daughter in his arms when he finally looked up when you had cupped the side of his face and kissed his temple.

“She loves you so much,” you mumble tiredly against his head. He realizes he’s crying when you wipe off the bottom of his chin with your sleeve. He does his best to muffle the exhausted, overwhelmed sob that starts to rip and tear roughly against his chest. He’s so in love with his tiny family, that was one thing his father didn’t learn.

“Oh, my baby,” you soothed softly, letting him cry quietly while your daughter slept in his arms. Maybe he might be a good dad someday, he was already doing better than his own, but that hadn’t stomped all the fear time in its entirety.

“Let’s have another,” You watched in hushed laughter as Alex cried harder, letting out wet laughter and lazy nods. His tiny family was going to grow at this rate if they had more nights like these.

-

One after another, days passed swiftly and he found himself caught in the events of every day life. His little daughter became a big sister in no time, a baby brother of her own to care after and soon to be a baby girl to follow right after him. You had a good laugh with Eveyln and George as Alex looked absolutely beat at the talk of a fourth child. Perhaps that would be a good pillow talk topic, but right now as your three children played in the yard with Sam’s kids, he was satisfied with where he was in the present.

His insecurities seemed to be put on the back burner as he helped his eldest daughter put on her backpack for the start of preschool and helped both his other kids into their highchairs for a quick breakfast. When they did reappear out of the blue, they were stomped back down when his baby boy would call his “daddy” over just so he could help him draw pictures. The pride he felt hearing his children call him daddy was immense and endless.

His confidence as a father grew with his children. His youngest daughter was co-president of book club in their 5th grade class with Elliot’s son and although he himself wasn’t the best at reading, he would always help her learn new words or phrases.

His eldest daughter was loud and energetic, taking after himself in every way possible. He beamed when she would explain how her coach scouted her out for the high school gridball team, explaining how she would most certainly be one of the most gifted in her team. He might’ve cried a bit that night when you had cuddled up next to him. 

“She said I was the best dad,”

His son made him just as proud as his daughters. He was very interested in art, and best friend’s with Leah’s daughter who was another gifted child in their middle school. He had watched his little boy scribble trees onto blue craft paper grow into (still) his little boy who had won art competitions with his paintings at such a young age. His children were one of the things that kept him working, moving and experiencing.

-

“Thank you,” Alex whispered against your bare neck, ignoring the dripping water from your hair that drenched the collar of his shirt. Ironic considering this was the exact situation that got you two into this in the first place.

“Hmm? For what?” You ask, turning around from under him and wrapping your arms around his neck. 

“Thank you for granting me three beautiful children and keeping me strong,” It was a short sentence, only lasting so many words but the meaning behind each and every one of them was sincere. It took years to get here, but he was finally able to admit that he would never end up like his father. 

“I love you so much,” He whispered against your lips and kissed you passionately. It took years, but he found love that he never expected and a life that he never experienced himself when he was younger - a life that he used to be scared of.

It took a long time, but he’s no longer afraid; he’s proud of you, of your children and how far he made it even when his father doubted every fiber of his being. Maybe, just maybe, he had always known he would be more of a man than his father ever had been.