#let's kill the old bea

[pinkbrandt]

beauty privileged:

• blonde;

• thinner

• seductive;

• manipulative;

• charisma;

Let's kill fatbia.

goals: -10 or -15kg, die more blonde, take care of my curls and understand de seductive game and manipulation. Have Charismatic persona. Keep everything to myself.

now let's do it.

[theminecraftbee]

"Well hello there Secret Keeper!" Scar says, chipper. "It's a bea-ut-i-ful day today here on the Secret Life server, and I'm here for my daily hearts for winning! I have to say, it is gorgeous today. Really a lot easier to keep the rain away without other players, what with sleeping through the night not being a problem at all! Did you know, by the way, that sleeping and rain are connected? I didn't until recently, but by golly, they sure are! Can you imagine? The world is full of so many strange things."

The Secret Keeper, being a big dumb stone statue, doesn't reply. Scar's beginning to think it's just rude. It sure replies whenever he hits the button, which is the first step in his morning routine these days. He's gotten better at dodging damage, really, even with the nearly infinite hearts! He's just not so good at dodging skeletons and creepers and such that he shouldn't top off every day.

He hits the button. He feels his health return to him. He gets a new task: Win Secret Life.

He snorts, a little bitter, to himself as he reads it and folds it into his pocket. "You know, I don't know if I'm lucky or unlucky that you're such a moron that you don't know what winning means. Your machine is broken."

No response, again, because the Secret Keeper is, as established, a big old dumb rock. Well, whatever. Besides, if he lingers on resentment and upset for too long, it might catch up with him! He's certainly let it catch up with him before. Why, a few days after he'd won, when he really had it sink in that he was for-real alone on a server covered in lightning burn marks and blood, he had a bit of a breakdown! There was sobbing, screaming, yelling at the world, the whole works! And when no one responded then, well--

"Did I just call you a moron? I'm sorry, I didn't mean that!" Scar says. "You know how I get sometimes. The world is beautiful and warm, but sometimes it gets a little hard to breathe around here! Now, where were we... oh, right! The trading post terraforming project! Now, we hit a bit of a snag the other day, what with the wandering traders I'd caught all sort of--dying--and all that, but luckily, more of them might show up any moment, and they really are vital to making the place feel alive and breathing. So today we're taking a break from that to build up some trees!"

He waves his arms like someone is listening. He'd like to imagine someone is. Grian told him he won--just because all the ghosts are quiet now doesn't mean they aren't there! And if that was a moment of temporary insanity, well, he probably--he needs to think it's not, is the thing! He absolutely needs to think it's not.

He hums and gathers more logs. His makeshift tree farms are pretty nice, if he does say so himself. He pauses as he hears distant howling and sighs. "I guess we will also be spending today cleaning up the wolf population! I swear, I have no idea what those people were thinking making a wolf spawner. A man takes a nap for a day and then the entire server is overrun with stupid white animals! And you know, I do hate having to cull the things, but, well, you know me. I've learned how to kill pretty well, I think, and really, dogs are easier to kill than people."

He grabs a sword from his chest and sharpens it. He keeps it perfectly clean so that there isn't too much blood on it. Good thing, too; most of the blood would probably be his. He's a bit clumsy, after all. He cuts his fingers on it all the time. No matter how well he bandages up his hands, he just keeps making them bleed, drip, drip, dripping blood on every path he walks down. No matter how hard he works to clean up his massive building projects, the little splatters of blood follow him, so he's sticking to dark colors where he can.

The flowers will probably show the blood, he thinks. The flowers and trees he's building. Hopefully, the blood doesn't stand out too much. It feels wrong, in a world where there are no bodies.

He stands up. He heads in the direction of today's pack of unwanted pests. He sighs. "You know, I know your question is, well gosh, Scar! All the previous winners died. When are you going to finish it off and kill yourself? And wow, that's a pretty dark question. You should be ashamed of yourself for asking, really." He laughs. It's not funny. Who cares.

Instead, he shakes his head.

"And, well, you have to understand. I'm not done building yet! I can make my base so much nicer looking! And besides, you're still handing me hearts. If I get hurt, I can just come back and get more from you! If you want to die, you have to kill me yourself. You fucking cowards!"

No response.

He sighs. "Well, that's enough of that for today. Sorry, I'm feeling kind of morose. It's all this sunshine! Can't be good for a man. Did you know populated servers rain more often than unpopulated ones? It's true! It's because people don't sleep enough. But here I am, getting all the sleep I need. Now, time to go kill some dogs and build some trees! I can't think of a better way to spend an afternoon, can you?"

His hands hurt. He ignores it. He ignores a lot of hurt, these days. It's not like it's hard.

[simplykorra]

I think it's easy to forget just exactly what Ava went through. She was SEVEN years old and woke up in strange place, with cranky old nuns, only to find out she was paralyzed and that her mom had died. Not only that, but no other member of her family ever came for her. Nobody was looking for her, nobody wanted her and suddenly she's all alone and dealing with the loss of her mothre and her independence.

You'd think, oh well maybe she has a support system in the orphanage? Nope, they treat her like shit, like the burden she believes she is. As someone who has been in a wheelchair their whole life, let me tell you, feeling like a burden is an everyday thing. You’re not, and having people who remind you that you’re not and make you understand that you’re not is beautiful, but Ava didn’t have that. She had Sister Frances, who went out of her way to tell Ava she was worthless and I doubt anyone else there was much better.

So it's no wonder Ava was a sarcastic, snarky little shit to the nuns in the orphanage - they made her that way. Being bratty to them was the only thing she could do to feel some semblance of control.

Flash forward to Ava's death, where she was literally murdered because nobody cared and there was nowhere for her to go. Ava spent twelve years in a personal hell of being trapped in her own body, was then killed like someone taking out the garbage. Empty, alone and tossed aside.

So when she was revived by the halo, with her legs suddenly working and freedom to do whatever she wanted, of COURSE she wanted to be free.

That's the entirety of Ava's character arc - SHE WANTS TO LIVE! She hasn't been able to for so long she barely remembers how to do it.

It's not that easy, of course, the halo carries a ton of weight and Ava fights it and runs from it and resists it as much as she can, and who can blame her? She finally gets the chance to be alive, to be free and enjoy life and all these strangers (who are everywhere becuase Ava is completely alone in the world) are pushing and pulling her in every direction. She's constantly told that she doesn't deserve the halo. Doesn't deserve this chance.

Despite ALL of that, Ava's heart is strong and her passion for life overshadows all the darkness she's been dealt. She isn't just full of life, but love. She's spent years not having anyone to love her, but more than that, she's never been able to give anyone her love and I think that's very important to her. We see it so much as the show goes on. Her softness with Mother Superion when she finds her halo scar, and the way she connects with Mary, Camila being sweet to her, little things like that.

Then of course there's Bea.

Beatrice, who never sees Ava as someone that needs to be replaced, but as someone who can be taught, trained and shaped into what they need. Who sees that Ava, the human being, has value and that she's worth protecting. They connect and share and for the first time, Ava has someone who actually accepts her as a person. Not a burden or a vessel for the halo, but Ava Silva, the girl inside that's been so alone for so long.

I think that's why Ava is so bouncy with Bea, falls for her so easily, because Beatrice saw Ava's zest for life and her need for love and embraced it. Saw it as something worth fighting for, beyond the halo or duty, Beatrice liked HER. Probably the first person who felt that way since her mother was taken from her (outside of Diego, but he was so young it couldn't have been the same).

Anyway, this long winded post that probably doesn't make any sense is just my way of saying that I love Ava. I love her joy and her humor. I love that she has had so much pain dumped on her and still chooses to smile. Given the way she was treated and the power she was given, Ava could have been a villain. She could have carried a hatred for god or the world and everyone in it who forgot about her but she didn't. Instead, she found the life and love she desperately wanted and gave up everything to protect it.

[boombox-fuckboy]

Hey!!! You commented on my post about limetown haha which is why I’m here. You offered to give podcast recs! What are your favorites?? I’m looking for some new ones

I completely forgot I had this ask, excuse the delay. Here's a selection of 30 podcasts I enjoyed from a broad range of genres: hopefully at least one appeals.

Let me know if you're after something more specific.

Arden: (Investigative, Comedy) On the 25th of December, 2007, heiress and young actress Julie Capsom crashed her car into a tree and fled into a nearby forest clearing, leaving a trail that seemingly vanished into thin air, and a dismembered torso in the trunk. A decade later, Bea, the first reporter on the scene, and Brenda, a detective on the case, are hosting a true crime podcast about it, and neither is remotely impressed with what the other has to say. Arden is also a retelling of various Shakespeare plays.

Desperado: (Supernatural, Adventure, Horror Elements) In a modern world of gods and magic, three young people, all under the patronage of death dieties, embark on the same adventure for different reasons: for safety, for revenge, and to kill The Old Man in the Sky. Fantastic banter and killer action sequences.

The Far Meridian: (Magical Realism) An agoraphobic young woman wakes one day to discover her lighthouse home has travelled to somewhere entirely unfamilar. As this continues to happen day after day, she uses the opportunity to search for her missing brother. A really unique and charming piece of fiction.

Gastronaut: (Sci-Fi) Interstellar travel audio blog of a former food critic as he travels to an active warzone to get firsthand experience with unfamilar cuisine. ft. Disgruntled martian nobility, sinister businessmen, explosive mushrooms, forbidden snacks, rogue revolutionary artists, and the consequences of your actions.

Girl in Space: (Sci-Fi) The Girl In Space lives alone on a space station, doing science, making cheese, rewatching Jurassic Park, and tending to the plants, animals, and artificial sun entrusted to her. It's a little lonely, but not a bad life. Would be a shame if someone came along to ruin it.

The Goblet Wire: (Microfiction, Weird Fiction) A surreal microfiction with horror elements, taking the form of phone calls to an audio-based game in which the voice of the mysterious Dictator leads each player through fantastic and horrific world and story.

Hello From The Hallowoods: (Horror, Supernatural) A dramatic entity beyond your comprehension visits your nightmares to tell stories of the people (in varying degrees of human and alive) that inhabit the strange, deadly, and beautiful Hallowoods, as they find meaning and sometimes eachother.

Hi Nay: (Supernatural Horror) A year after moving to Toronto, sound designer Mari finds herself drawn into helping people around the city with various horrific supernatural encounters due to her babaylan (shaman) family background. It quickly becomes apparent that there's something much more sinister and complicated happening in the background.

Inco: (Microfiction, Sci-Fi) A perpetually exausted interstellar information trader and her peppy AI find a mysterious (read: bratty) boy floating in space and are inadventently pulled into a world political intrigue.

Inn Between: (Fantasy) Ever curious about what the D&D characters get up to at the tavern between sessions? A generally lighter-hearted (with some exceptions) with richly-written and always-growing characters. A really interesting format, too: a lot of the adventure appears in the "next time" and "last time" segments which makes it all flow really nicely. Not a tabletop podcast.

Janus Descending: (Sci-Fi, Horror, Tragedy) A xenoarcheologist and a xenopaleontologist are sent to a study a dead city on a distant world. Nobody likes what they find there. A unique format, with one set of logs presented first to last, and the other last to first. I'd recommend listening to the supercut for this one.

The Kingmaker Histories: (Steampunk, Weird Fiction, Adventure, Fantasy Elements) In the Valorian Socialist Republic 1911, on her 25th birthday, tailor's apprentice Colette experienced the worst headache of her life. As a result, she fleed from town with a human artificer and a fae chef - both now smugglers - pursued by an utterly furious flesh-crafter. I'm not sure I'm selling how good this podcast is but it's very good.

Life With Althaar: (Sci-Fi, Comedy) A human repairman moves to a space station on the edge of human territory that is perpetually on the edge of self-destruction, and ends up with a less-than-ideal last-minute roomate. Althaar is polite, friendly, deeply interested in human culture, and eager to be friends. Unfortunately he belongs to a species that sends humans into a visceral panic at a glance.

Lost Terminal: (Sci-Fi, Hopepunk) Seth is a very lonely AI living on a satellite. His crew were left stranded aboard with no hope of return, and it's been longer than he can count since then. The Earth below him has changed dramatically, and with only a few other AI down there to talk to, he's very lonely. But! He has a plan to make some new friends.

Love and Luck: (Romance, Slice-of-Life and Urban Fantasy Elements) Voice messages cataloguing two young men falling in love and opening a queer dry bar together.

Midnight Radio: (Light Supernatural, Romance) Sybil McIntyre, host of the ever-popular 1950's nightly radio hour, begins exchanging letters with an old fan who has reluctantly returned to visit Sybil's beloved town.

Midst: (Weird Fiction, Western, Sci-Fi and Fantasy Elements) The old-western planetoid islet of Midst floats, rotating steadily, in a sea of reality-warping darkness. Down in the town of Stationary Hill, things are in movement, and vistors from the light above are about to bring unanticipated change. ft a monocycle-riding monster-hunter, radio-famous airship paladins, deadly mica, the universe's peppiest cultist, good dogs, and a really strange businessman.

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity, and Mortality: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Urban Fantasy and Horror Elements) A friendly AI tour guide leads you on a tour of the Mistholme Museum, explaining the strange and often alternatural story behind each item.

Monstrous Agonies: (Supernatural, Relationship Advice) An interpersonal advice show for supernatural entities and other people living liminally in the modern world.

Night Shift: (Urban Fantasy, Investigative) Set in a modern world with the addition of magic, which manifests in small inherited skills/traits, can warp people in horrific ways, or can be manipulated with the right science (and intense work) to induce superpowers. Sebastian Fenn is a barista at Night Shift Coffee, but since things are slow he's decided to start a podcast to talk about various mysteries, crimes and conspiracies around the city, and of course finds himself deeper in them than he'd intended.

The Pasithea Powder: (Sci-Fi, Thriller Elements? I think?) The last major interplanetary war was full of atrocities, but none more infamous then the creation of Pasithea Powder, a memory altering drug which was used to horrible effect and landed it's entire team of creators in prison. So when decorated war hero Captain Sophie Green sees one of them wandering free, worlds away from his prison, she gets in touch with a very old, estranged friend: one Dr. Jane Gonzalez, who's behind bars for the very same reason.

SCP: Find Us Alive: (Weird Fiction, Supernatural, Horror and Slice-of-Life elements) You don't need to know anything about SCP to enjoy this. A research team gets trapped in an underground research facility when the complex collapses and the building is dragged into a pocket dimension. The tear it was designed to study begins creating tiny copies of itself, generating strange entities the team needs to deal with. And as if that wasn't enough, the entire situation physically resets itself every 30 days. And yet, this is genuinely also an office comedy.

Second Star to the Left: (Sci-Fi) Audio logs of a scout sent to explore and establish early infastructure new world, and the communications with the minder in charge of keeping her alive.

Seen and Not Heard: (Slice-of-Life, Drama) Seen and Not Heard follows Bet, who's still adjusting to life a year after a bout of severe illness, and the resulting hearing loss it caused. It's about the ways we make connection, and food, and art, and different kinds of grief.

The Silt Verses: (Horror) In a modern world where gods are abundant, frequently both commercialised and restricted, two devotees of an outlawed river god go on a pilgrimage.

SINKHOLE: (Sci-Fi, Weird Fiction) Forum posts from a data restoration community in a near future where the human brain is its own computer and one city hosts a massive void.

Starfall: (Fantasy) Seeking to escape her mysterious past and find some purpose, a young swordswoman joins a travelling actor's troupe. This new life is unfamilar and sometimes stressful, but she's taken under the wing of stagehand Fel, who's determined to help her feel welcome as she experiences the figurative and literal magic of the theatre for the first time.

The Tower: (Weird Fiction) A low-key, meditative podcasy about a young woman who decides to climb a seemingly endless tower. Gorgeous sound design.

The Vesta Clinic: (Sci-Fi) New GP Dr. Fae Underwood, with the expert transcription skills of resident AI Sec, writes up patient reports on human and alien patients of The Vesta Clinic, a medical clinic on the edge of human space. Really comfy and creative.

Victoriocity: (Steampunk, Mystery) Set in the steam-powered Victorian city of Even Greater London, an aspiring journalist and a tired detective find themselves working together to solve a strange murder. I say Victorian but as queen Victoria is now an extensive grandiocity of cyborg components following seven only-kind-of-successful assassinations, you may need to adjust expectations a little.

[beesmygod]

I had a dream last night about being late to my scheduled swimming pool wrestling match with a grifter influencer who had her own swimming pool wrestling school, and you were one of the people calling me on my phone to check where I was. I was tearfully explaining to you that I forgot where the venue was, and you were like "oh there's this website I use called The Eyes that lets you cross-reference your location" and then you started explaining how to use this apparently super niche and old website that requires a bunch of setup, and I'm just on the phone like bea I respect you so much I don't fucking have time for this

its killing me that i was "in character" in this dream. bro you're still using google? you gotta get on microsoft search n fuck 97! okay so first, install gentoo

[rwby-encrusted-blog]

Extended Families Shorts

Neon: Hey-Hey Ci-Ci!

Chai: Neon! How's my Favorite Faunus Cousin Doing?

Neon: She's doing pretty Good! How's the new heart?

Chai: Beating to the beat of the Drums! And yours will be too when I give you ...

Chai: *patting his pockets* Give you ...

808: *Carrying a pair of paper slips in her mouth* Mrrow?

Chai: Oh! thanks a ton 808!

Neon: Are those-

Chai: Tickets to Bunk Bed Junction's Concert this Weekend!

Neon: I- how- When did you-

Chai: Well, Miss Vandeley was pretty hyped about me getting her out of Kale's whole "Mind Control" Schtick, so she gave me a pretty rocking Sign-On bon-AH!

Neon: *Hugging Chai with all her might* THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!

Chai: *Strained* Not a problem! Now please put me down I can't breathe-

~~~~~

Beatrix: So looks like the little Farm kid finally put his hiking boots on!

Oscar: Auntie Bea? What- How did you find me?

Beatrix: A little birdy told me where to find you! and I figured visiting old stomping grounds isn't too bad sometimes! What have you been up to?

Oscar: Oh ... You know ... This, that, and the other thing?

Beatrix: Really now? You make the trek from Mistral to Beacon for no reason in Particular?

Oscar: ... Yes.

Beatrix: ...

Beatrix: Well that's great! you finally got that Wanderlust! I thought I'd be the only one in the family to make new tracks! Tell me everything You've seen, and heard, and done on your travels!

Oscar: Only if-

Beatrix: *Hands Oscar a bottle of Honey*

Oscar: Okay, so the first time I killed a Grimm ...

~~~~~

Blacksmith: You two wish to see the world?

Princess: A few, Here and there- Just a chance to be "Normal" after the all of that "Echo" and "Construct" and "Forever Killing each other" business.

TLQ: Yeah, Nasty Business that.

Blacksmith: Very well then. Quiet, You'll need to shaped into something more fitting of the world of Remnant, and you'll need to call each other by more conventional Names. Is that alright?

TLQ: I'm okay with it. It'll be new. Different.

Princess: *Flirting* And you Love "different" Don't you?

TLQ: I should say I do~ *The Look*

Princess: *Cupping his cheek* Hmm~ I'm going to miss that Beak of yours~ Hopefully your tongue-

Blacksmith: OKAY THEN! Let's workshop some Ideas on Names and a new look -Clothes for you, Princess, and a new Everything for Quiet.

Princess: *Annoyed* Very well Then.

TLQ: Alright. I'm game. You could've waited a moment more, though.

Blacksmith: I very well Couldn't.

[birgittesilverbae]

i love the idea of babea au beatrice ghosting into ava’s room at the orphanage, taking in the posters on her walls and the stack of old books on her shelf, yellowed things even the libraries didn’t want anymore. ava tracking her as she stands there in the doorway & bea wondering who would possibly want to kill this girl.

(thinking of herself in the alleyway. the cold wet pieces the police would have found her reduced to if not for mary. arrested by the thought of lilith capturing that needle, of mary’s whipcrack motions in the moonlight falling on blood)

ava’s little ‘i couldn’t stand her’ and bea huffing out a real laugh, thinking the halo ought to rebel against it. snuff it out like an injury, because she feels as if the laugh cracks her open. that it lets out a little light. bea thinking, this child needs all the light i can give her.

assuring ava that they’ll make certain only good people are stationed here (some former ocs sisters, bea thinks, who know what it is to have nightmares, to feel like spare parts. ripping away from the thought because shannon)

ava nodding and ‘cool, cool.’ a thoughtful look, bea raising an eyebrow to invite it out. ava like ‘what i really want is someone to read to me. i know some places have the money to get audiobooks and stuff, but not here. do you, uh, like reading?’

bea, whose hands are accustomed to blood, to metal, looking down at her feet. ‘i did. i do.’

and so it begins, softly, with bea back at mary’s apartment looking through her old bookshelves. bea with the hood of her hoodie pulled up, stumping around in the library for books ava’s asked about, others bea just thinks she might like. ava falling in love with bea angling the page towards a slant of sunlight, in her civilian clothes, old star wars tees and shorts or slacks, looking so young. reading to ava but also getting her a phone and loading it with accessibility features so she can ask it to read to her when she can’t fall asleep. ava falling for bea’s voice, the way she grows braver over time and does voices, accents, drawing on her training for undercover assignments. she’s oddly good at this.

bea falling for ava over spun stories, soft light and old clothes and ava sending her voice texts at night so she wakes up and pulls on her boots and listens to ava say ‘good morning bea’ over and over and over again

yeah you're right and also is it possible to go one day without you hitting me over the head with a steel chair asking for a friend

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Grove

Three evenings with Beatrice, a half-drow war cleric of Selune, and Zevlor in the Emerald Grove. NSFW for the last section. SFW for the first two.

When the human called the very handsome tiefling a foulblood, Beatrice Wildheart knew what she was going to do.

I punched that little bastard in the face!

When the same extremely handsome tiefling introduced himself as Zevlor, Beatrice knew what was going to do.

Not my usual silent pining that always leads to heartbreak.

Not this time.

When she, Gale, Wyll, and Shadowheart returned to Zevlor and Tilses informing them that the ugly nasty bitch wanted the refugees gone, she not only offered her support in taking care of the goblins but also asked him to find her along the shore later.

And now it is “later” and where is he?

Beatrice was standing ankle-deep in the cool water, her armor discarded. She had traded one of the druids for a tank top and a pair of knee-length trousers that sort of mostly kind of fits? Whatever, better than rags.

“Greetings, Lady Beatrice Wildheart.”

A deep, gentle voice rumbled, causing Beatrice to turn around. Shit. Does word travel this fast?! Fucking hells. “Zevlor, who—”

To her surprise, he chuckled. “Word travels fast.” Of course. “Though I must beg your pardon, my lady, for not showing proper respect to a woman of your standing.”

Lady of Silver, spare me.

She shook her head, hands resting on her wide, soft hips. “Please, I like it better when I’m just Beatrice. Or Bea, my friends call me that.”

Zevlor smiled. “Am I a friend already?”

Her brown eyes widened.

Wait.

Is he flirting with me?

Should I try to flirt with him?

“I hope so!” Giggling nervously, she carefully walked out of the water, stepping back onto shore. “I mean, I did volunteer to kill goblins for you, so that must mean something.” Heat rose in her freckled cheeks as she sat down on a large rock, heart beating in her chest. Don’t fuck this up. Be bold and brave. Let the Moonmaiden guide me.

“It’s kind what you’re offering to do for my people,” he sat next to her, shoulders sagging. Selune’s tears, when was the last time he had a good night’s rest? “But why do you want to speak to me? Is there something I can help you with?”

Be brave.

Be brave.

Don’t be weird.

Moonmaiden, guide me.

Smiling softly, she turned to face him. “I want to spend some time with you. That’s all.” Maybe he won’t notice me blushing?

He did not respond to her immediately, brow furrowed. “Surely there are others more worthy of your time? More deserving?” He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. As if the weight of everything on him is too much to bear. Moonmaiden, give me the strength and wisdom to help him. He is not alone. Not anymore. “I’m well past my prime, Bea. My faith was shattered. I’m an old, broken paladin who was forced to leave his home. Surely, there are others whose company is preferable to mine?” He now looked at her, infernal eyes ablaze. The most beautiful eyes…on the most handsome face…

She reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

“You’re worthy of my time, Zevlor. I want…” Oh wait, maybe I can try not to come too strong but still be helpful! “Would you like to hear about Baldur’s Gate? I’m from there, and assuming you’ve never been—”

The tiefling finally returned her smile. Aww, he looks a bit happier. Moonmaiden, give me some charisma to charm him…or something. “Correct, my dear. I would like that very much.”

For the next hour, she told him nearly everything she knew about the city, its inhabitants, and tradition. The Gate is home. It’s a bit shit but it’s home. When she began to explain the noble houses, he shifted the conversation to her---her family (obviously explained that I was adopted), friends (lots of them all over Faerun), her profession (I felt the call to protect and serve Selune by smiting the enemies of light), and then…

“There must be a special someone waiting for you back in the Gate.”

A statement.

Not a question.

As if it’s fact.

Oh dear.

She shook her vigorously. “No, no. It’s been a…saga of sorts trying to find a match for me.” Beatrice then added quickly, “A love match, I need to emphasize. Mum would never support anything less.” And Da, gods rest him. “But it’s complicated.”

Zevlor blinked. “I-I…why, if I may ask?”

You have got to be kidding.

A bitter laugh escaped her. “I’m the large half-drow daughter of a dwarven countess. That is, quite literally, the problem.” She squeezed her eyes shut, her shoulders tensing. “It’s been made very clear that I’m not what anyone wants for a partner or wife or anything romantic really.” Mum cannot raise my dowry enough. I’m just…undesirable. But maybe not to him? A girl can hope, right?

“I will not deny that there are prejudices against drow, which certainly play a role in your situation. However,” he’s grabbing my hand?!?!? “I find you to be beautiful, brave, kindhearted, and of excellent character.” With his other hand, he tilted her chin slightly so he could admire her, lightly tracing her jaw with a finger. “There should be dozens, if not hundreds, of suitors vying for your hand. If I were a few decades younger,” Zevlor smiled sadly, now caressing her blushing cheek. “I would be as well.”

“Please don’t say that.” Da always said to listen to my heart because it would never lead me astray. Heart says… “I like you. A lot. I think you’re all those things too. I…I hope we can have time together like this again soon. We’re heading back out tomorrow, but we’ll be around to trade and rest and…” Beatrice trailed off, her brown eyes watching his thumb gently touch her bottom lip. “Zevlor?” she whispered.

For the first time since meeting him, the paladin genuinely smiled. “Waking gods,” he cupped face and leaned so that his forehead met hers. “I’d given up on them sending me an angel, but here you are.” He can’t just say things like that and not expect me to get misty eyed. “Are you certain? I’m no prize—”

Beatrice released an annoyed huff before kissing him. The kiss did not last long but to her, served its purpose. “I don’t mind.” She said sweetly before giving one another peck. “Are you certain?”

His hands landed on her waist, squeezing gently as if I’m made of glass. Zevlor, I’m not… “Though I don’t feel deserving of your affection, I would be a fool to refuse it. A fool to deny it. I am certain, my darling.” When his lips next captured hers, the kiss was far more intense. Clawed fingers danced under the hem of her top but stayed at her thick waist. “I am very certain.”

So certain that when Beatrice’s party returned a day and a half later, he brought a bouquet of wildflowers he picked for her at our spot.

That little hidden place along the shore at the grove. It’s our spot now.

***

“May I tell you something?” Beatrice whispered, sitting in our spot with Zevlor the night after she recruited Karlach to her party. They sat side by side on a large stone, bare feet in the cool water. Her head was resting against his, and he snaked an arm around her broad shoulders.

“You can tell me anything, darling. What troubles you?”

Gods, where to start?

No.

Focus.

“I told you I felt like I was called to serving My Lady, but I’m not like most clerics you’ve met I bet.” She chuckled softly and reached for his free hand. “I’m not one to proselytize. I prefer using a great sword to attack and protect instead of healing. My temple would send me to besieged enclaves and villages, and I’d…well, get rid of their problems.” Beatrice wrinkled her nose and giggled. “It was a good time. I was doing a lot of good.” Then. “Then Da got sick, I came home, it was terminal, three years later he’s gone, and I…” Squeezing his hand, tears down her freckled, pale ash face. “The Moonmaiden told me to be a light in the darkness, but I feel like I…I’m not doing enough.”

Zevlor shifted, turning to face her and taking both her hands in his. “You,” he carefully lifted one hand, placed a kiss on her knuckles, and repeated the gesture with her other hand. “Are far too hard on yourself.” They both shared a small laugh with him rubbing his rough thumbs over her hands. “While I’m not entirely impartial,” There’s that lovely little teasing smile I adore. “I’ve no doubt that there are many in this grove, as well as those in your temple, who would say you’re doing wonderfully.” She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with an all too brief kiss. “I’ve never met anyone whose soul burns as brightly as yours, my dear---that is all you. Not Selune. You.” Follow my heart. It will never lead me astray. “So please, my beautiful Bea, be kind to yourself.”

But I’ve never been kind to myself, have I?

Not when some of the trainee war clerics called me a fat, useless drow.

Not when I’ve been politely and less than politely rejected by potential suitors.

Not when Da got sick and I couldn’t save him…

Not when Lewson got murdered by bloody Zhents.

Not when I got abducted.

Not when…

As he pulled her into a tender embrace, she felt herself practically melting into him. “Shh, quiet your mind. Stay right here with me, darling.” That’s his tail wrapping around my waist. He is so sweet. “Don’t let the weight of your own high expectations crush you. Don’t let it dim your light.”

“I’ll try, but you must promise me something in return.” When she heard him hum in assent, she smiled. “Be kinder to yourself too. You’re doing the best you can out of a frankly awful situation, Zevlor.” And that’s putting it mildly. She leaned back and cupped his face in her hands. “You deserve happiness. We deserve happiness. Don’t we?”

That night he did not answer her.

But I’m confident he will. We do deserve happiness, Zev. We do.

***

“A pity for us you have promised your body to Zevlor.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened as Lae’zel continued to speak about trophies? Bodies? Lips?????

“—I intend to, myself. Wyll looks particularly promising.”

And that’s my cue to get the fuck out of this conversation.

She giggled nervously, wished Lae’zel a good evening, and then she nearly knocked him over as she walked away from the gith.

“Oh, Bea! How nice to see you.” He winked adorably as he sipped wine I’m assuming. Not that I drink… “Are you enjoying yourself this evening?”

“Yes,” mostly. That interaction with Lae’zel was something else. Her fingers brushed against his free hand, and she took a step closer. “And you?”

“With you, I couldn’t be happier.” A knowing smile tugged on his lips as he sipped his wine. “Once things die down, my dear, shall we meet in the Secluded Chamber? It’s more…private than our usual place.”

More private so we can…maybe…perhaps…

FUCK?!?!?

Wait no, Zevlor doesn’t fuck. He makes love.

And no, I didn’t read that in a romance novel.

I read it in several romance novels.

Feeling her cheeks burn in a mix of desire and anticipation, she nodded quickly. “Sounds perfect. I, um, I can slip away soon.” The only person I want to talk to for the rest of the night is you. Only you.

A low hum escaped him as he led her towards the edge of the party. “Meet me in fifteen minutes.” Zevlor murmured, bringing her hand to his lips. Sharing one last longing so much longing look, he turned and departed the camp.

Luckily for Beatrice, fifteen minutes went by fast. Got a pep talk from Karlach who told me to “fuck his brains out” and “pull his damn tail” while also showing him “who the real Hellrider is.” Quick little wash because no one wants a stinky lady in bed, right? And it’s not like I have my favorite perfume in the middle of nowhere.

When she arrived at the Secluded Chamber, she nearly gasped at the sight of Zevlor. In all their meetings along the shore, he was always in his armor, refusing to remove it even when she was always wearing something comfortable.

But now…

He looks so yummy.

He greeted her wearing a cream tunic, dark brown breeches that show off his legs MOONMAIDEN TAKE ME, and worn but still nice shoes. “Dearest,” he began with a tender smile. “I hope it wasn’t too difficult for you to leave. After all, everyone wanted a word the hero of the hour.” Gods that wink again. “That she would grace me with her presence…I’m an incredibly fortunate man.”

“The feeling’s mutual.” She swayed her hips as she walked to him, warmth blossoming within her. One look from him, and I feel desired. For the first time in my life, I feel desired. And I… Standing in front of him but having no idea what to do, she wrapped long arms around his neck and kissed him. “I want…” Beatrice whispered, her brown eyes meeting his infernal ones. Just say it. Say it. There’s no shame in wanting this. In wanting him. “Can we…” Spit. It. Out. She squeezed her eyes shut in frustration. “Sorry, I’m nervous. It’s my first time.” WHY DID YOU SAY THAT, BEA? WHY? HE KNOWS.

“We don’t have to be intimate tonight if you’re this nervous—”

Her eyes widened as she quickly reassured him. “No. No. I…I…” Breathe. “You may not like what you see.”

It was at this moment Beatrice saw his expression shift from concern to molten. Hot. Smoldering. Moonmaiden preserve me. “If you allow it, my lady,” his already gravelly voice was much lower. “I will show you just how much I like what I see.”

She knew that too often she thought too much.

Not this time.

Barely a second passed when she released a breathy “yes please,” and his hands found their way to her ample behind, cupping and squeezing. His lips crashed into hers, and he moaned in her mouth. “Zev…”

That earned her another moan. “Been too long…since a lover called me that…” Her hands roamed to his narrow waist and slowly, carefully went under his shirt. Gods, he feels incredible. Muscle. Warm skin. Ridges. Bumps. Scars. I love them. I love them all. I want to— “You make me feel young again.”

No.

Beatrice slipped out of his grasp, giggling. “I’ll make you a deal, Zev. You don’t talk about how you’re old and I won’t say I’m ugly.”

And to really put this matter to rest…

“Darling, I…” His eyes widened as what he was going to say died on his lips. “I…”

She threw off her shirt, tossing it near a chair? We can sort it later. Fighting the urge to cover her breasts, she instead focused on untying the laces on her trousers. “What’s the matter, love? Cat got your tongue?” She hoped her teasing tone would distract him (and me) from the hammering of her heart. He likes this. I think? I hope?

As she stepped out of her smalls and pants, Zevlor continued to watch her, unmoving except for his wagging tail. He…does like how I look? “You are enchanting. Stunning. So beautiful.” In two strides he reached her and led her to a pair of bedrolls on a stone slab. Aw, he lit candles too. That’s so sweet. “Now, be a dear and lie down.”

HE JUST PINCHED MY BUTT?!?!?

Something between a surprise yelp and a giggle escaped her as she scrambled onto bedrolls not at all gracefully.

“What a sweet, eager little thing you are.” He cooed, kicking off his shoes.

Beatrice snorted as her head hit a somewhat soft pillow. “I’m not little, love.” Leaning to prop herself up on her elbows, she watched, slack jawed as Zevlor discarded his shirt (yummy) and trousers (NO SMALLS?!?! HE JUST…WALKS AROUND LIKE THAT?!?!). She panted at the sight of him and his incredibly hard, ridged cock, swallowing thickly.

His eyes twinkled as he crawled to her. “What’s the matter, Bea?” With his breathtakingly handsome face inches from hers, weight on his strong forearms, he teased, “Cock got your tongue?” The resulting squeak from her as she wrapped her long arms around his neck made him chuckle. “Don’t play innocent with me, my angel. I saw you gawking. Leering. Staring.” With each word, his lips touched hers.

Into one of the kisses, she smiled wide, her hands threading through his hair and loosened it. “Admiring is the word I prefer to use. Admiring my beautiful paladin and his very large cock.” I can tease too, love. “Zev, ah, want you…” Beatrice moaned, rolling her soft hips. Want you. Need you. Now.

“Patience, dearest. Want this to last, and more importantly,” he pressed several kisses down her jaw to her neck and then settled with his mouth above one of her breasts. “Worship you.” Moonmaiden take me. He licked and suckled her with abandon, his own hips grinding against her. This is already better than anything I could’ve imagined. Already so good, and we’re not even—

She inhaled sharply when she felt the rough pad of one of his fingers touch the curls at the apex of her thick thighs. “Oh gods…”

“You are so lovely,” the older tiefling panted, lifting his head from one breast before eyeing the other. Oh dear, that’s his tail around my leg. Selune save me. “Everything about you…you are perfect. Simply perfect.” His tongue circled the nipple on her opposite breast while her hands found the base of his horns. “Do whatever you wish, pulchra. Love me however you please. I would know…all of you…” After he lavished her other breast, he trailed kisses down her belly (Moonmaiden, was it my imagination or was he kneading me like dough? If so, that was amazing and he needs to do it more often) and then rose on his knees between her legs. “May I taste you, my love?” His hands rested on her soft thighs, and she could not help but smile at the look of adoration in his eyes.

She did, however, raise an eyebrow. “Pulchra?” It’s Infernal. Not sure about the meaning though.

Zevlor’s cheeks reddened. “It’s Infernal for ‘beautiful woman’ but for a gentleman of my vintage it means ‘mistress.’”

Okay, now I’m even more confused. “Mistress?”

He cleared his throat. “Well, I cannot call you uxor. We are not married.”

OH.

“Pulchra it is then, and…yes. Please. Do wha—” Instead of finishing her thought, Zevlor dove into her, easily lifting her legs over his shoulders and tasting her as he promised. “Oh gods please…please…”

“There are no gods here, pulchra. Only me.” He grunted, continuing his ministrations. The feel of his horns against me as he’s eating me out…there are no words.

Beatrice did not know how much time had passed when he stopped and adjusted himself. “Zev?” she panted, letting go of his horns. Turns out I really love fucking his face.

Responding only with a smirk, he lowered his head and began to lick her swollen bud.

WHAT IS THAT?!?!

She immediately tensed, and Zevlor squeezed her thighs. “Easy, pulchra. That’s just my tail. Come…tail first then my cock…”

Oh. Oh wow. This is happening.

The only coherent reply she could manage was moaning his name along with “please” and “more.” As she quickly reached her peak, she felt his nails digging in her thighs slightly, which only made her more aroused. “Zev…please…want to…want…”

Then something inside her snapped, and she fell apart on his tongue. Small gasps escaped her, her ample chest heaving.

“That’s it, my darling…such a good girl…” Moonmaiden take me. With a grunt, he crawled over her and lined his achingly hard member towards her entrance. “We’ll go slow, pulchra. I won’t hurt you.”

“Show him who the real Hellrider is, soldier.”

Beatrice’s eyes widened as she touched his shoulders. “Can I be on top? If that’s okay?”

He exhaled sharply, nodding and laying on his back. “Of course. Why wouldn’t it be?” Zevlor watched as she less than elegantly straddled him. “Careful, sweetheart. Don’t want you falling over.”

“I think you’ve realized by now that sometimes I’m not the most graceful person.” She chuckled, settling over his swollen length. With his hands firmly on her wide hips, she began to slowly lower herself. Fuck me, he’s thick. A lot thicker than he looks. Hells. “Zev…”

Whatever he was saying though, she could not understand.

Infernal.

Holy fuck.

Moaning as she took him inch by torturous but glorious inch, laughed breathlessly. “What’d you say?”

“Ah, so fucking tight, pulchra. Queen of my heart, have me…all of me…I am yours for as long as—ah, oh waking gods!” Zevlor gasped when her pelvis met his.

He’s got ridges on his…and on his?!?? YES!

Rocking her hips, she rode him with abandon.

I feel alive…

And beautiful…

Because of my paladin…

She threw her head back as she reached her second peak, her hands gripping his harder than I do the Everburn Blade. “I love you! I fucking love you! I love you, Zev!” Panting, Beatrice’s broad shoulders slumped as he thrusted inside her, his hips stuttering.

“Pulchra…my angel…I-I…I love you, my darling…”

Moonmaiden take me, that groan from him!

Zevlor let out an oomph when she collapsed onto his chest, his strong arms wrapping around her. One clawed hand rested on her back while the other cradled the back of her head. “Bea? Are you alright?” He whispered, gently caressing her.

“Yeah.” She sighed and then muttered a spell to clean them. Gods, even soft, he’s huge. “You? Was I okay?”

As she rolled off him, he chuckled. “Okay? My dear, the way you were riding me,” he placed a kiss in her black-red curls when she curled against his side. “I’d say you’re the Hellrider, not me.”

YES! YES! YES! MISSION ACCOMPLISHED! I DID IT, KARLACH!

She traced the ridges on his chest and giggled. “Gods, you’re too much, love.” Laying in his arms and feeling sleep take her, shit, I should tell him I meant it. Just in case. “When I said I love you before, I meant it. I love you, and I…I don’t want this to be a one-time thing. And I know that there’s still much ahead, for both of us, but I want this. I want you. That is, if you even want—”

He squeezed the pillowy part of her upper arm. “Are we still not mentioning my age?” Zevlor teased. Oh for fuck’s sake. You. Are. Not. Old. “I do want you, pulchra.” He heaved a sigh. “Protecting my people must come first. That’s been my priority---my mission---for most of my life.” This sounds decidedly not good. He once again squeezed her arm and reached for her hand on his chest, bringing it to his lips. “But we deserve happiness, do we not? After everything that’s happened…everything that is still to come…we deserve happiness, and I firmly believe I’ve found it with you.” I’m gonna cry. I’m gonna cry so much. “I love you too, dearest.” He raised her hand to his lips again and placed another tender kiss on her knuckles. “Gods willing, we make it to Baldur’s Gate hale and whole.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as she prayed silently.

Moonmaiden, I have served as your righteous fury. I have cut down the enemies of light. I have protected many.

I beg of you, Lady of Silver, keep him safe.

Keep them all safe.

[possibilistfanfiction]

nightmare for the one word prompts

[a little sad but mostly very silly, butch bea universe]

//

'i really don't have to go today,' beatrice says, kissing your forehead before settling down next to you on the couch. you know she means it: beatrice means everything she says, first of all, and you have grown — despite your brain's best efforts to steer you otherwise — to trust her when she offers care. you take her in: her fresh haircut that she gets done every month now, usually neatly parted on the top, messy from sleep; her tender wrists; the soft skin of her thighs; the soft sweater you bought her last christmas, sleeves pulled down over her hands, which are always cold.

you sigh. you had had nightmares — more than one, which is rare this many years later, after the worst of it — and woken up with scars that you don't think about too often, or at least with too much pain or sorrow anymore, aching all over your body. your legs had been pins and needles — worse, you've discovered, than feeling nothing some days — and your spine had ached, the halo feeling your sorrow, sharing in it. beatrice had skipped her typical surf session this morning, partially because she'd woken up with you both times last night, and partially because she's worried. she doesn't try to hide it anymore, her concern written all over her gentle face, in her sweet eyes, her soft hands. you find it nestled along all the small things she did for you in the past two hours: bringing you pain meds along with an easy breakfast of scrambled eggs and your favorite rosemary sourdough toast, doing a few snuffles with korra's morning unkibble so she's calm and ready to work today for whatever you need, helping you, after your glum nod, transfer from bed to your chair. you twist the wedding band around on your finger, focus on the few freckles that sit on the tops of her hands because of her time in the sun. your life is real, you remind yourself. your time on the other side, every endless day you spent in hell, was worth it for this, for beatrice quietly and patiently sitting next to you, soft and always becoming more herself; for your family visiting at the end of the week, camila begging to go to universal studios, lilith grumbling but giving in; for the respect people owe you now, and ready give; for your dog and your bar and the edibles you share with beatrice some nights, easy with laughter, and the farofa you feel confident in making for dinner when your friends come over, a warm offering.

'no,' you decide on, firmly, and you know beatrice will trust you. 'we should go. it'll be fun.'

'it will be fun,' she says, the same gleam in her eye you remember from years ago when she was ready to "maim or kill" (lilith's words) anyone who was in the way of her and the mission, especially once you became involved.

'you remember this is, like, your weekly tennis match for fun, right?'

'of course, ava.'

the way she cracks her knuckles tells you that the for fun is lost on her for the most part. it's endlessly amusing to you, though, and quite harmless — although maybe not to her opponent's pride — so you don't bother to argue any further. 'okay, well, i think angela and ruth wanted to have lunch anyway today after their jazzercise class, so we can watch you play.'

'no catcalling.'

you pout. 'you're my wife.'

'not from you, not from ruth or angela.'

'they're old, bea. let them have some fun.'

'at my expense? no thank you. i need to focus while i compete.'

she's already sitting up straighter, eyes lively. she's playing david today, you think, if you remember the club's "adult intermediate to advanced tennis league" rotation correctly. he's a decent player, and their head to head record is relatively even. he's also a bit of an asshole, and a venture capitalist, so it stands to reason beatrice despises him.

'fine.' you squeeze her hand. 'but can you change your shirt between sets?'

'ava.'

'gratuitously towel off or something at least.'

'ava.'

'whatever,' you say. 'i'm wearing a bikini. at least ruth and angela will appreciate it.'

'oh, i'll appreciate it,' she says, and then laughs softly and leans over to kiss you.

/

everything about beatrice, you decided years ago, is endearing. can she kill a man in, like, one second using just her hand? yes, sure, but you've seen her very skillfully practice her forms every morning for years, barring injury, and frown when anything is off, even by a breath. most people find her precision in all things kind of terrifying, but you've learned that some of it is a trauma response — from her childhood, from being a soldier, from losing you — and some of it is really just how she is. her books sorted exactly how she wants them — by genre, subgenre, and then author's last name — on the bookshelf; the meticulously labeled spices in your pantry, always in both their language of origin and english; her surfboards waxed perfectly and neatly stored in the small shed in your yard. everything about her precision is endearing because you understand her and you love her, and maybe the most endearing, or at least you think some days, is the way she treats rec league club tennis.

no matter how many times you've jokingly reminded her that your club isn't wimbeldon, she likes to wear all white little outfits; men's shorts and, your favorite, a neat polo. in the summer, she favors tanks, which you are not complaining about. she has three racquets and a very impressive bag like all the pros carry onto the court, special towels, pristine sneakers, and, when you're most amused, a wristband she very sincerely wipes her sweaty forehead on. since you'd met she'd loved watching tennis, and she'd taught you — as patiently as she has always taught you anything — the rules, her favorite players (not that it was, like, hard to think serena williams was the best athlete ever), common terms to know. you'd gone out with her a few times to the courts and she'd shown you proper form; you'd found out, eventually from her, that her dream as a little kid was to be a tennis pro, which was so charming and a little unexpected. you had thought she would've wanted to be some kind of scientist, maybe a really good lawyer, but her brother had dug out some pictures of little beatrice in her tennis getup, her expression so, so serious for a nine year old, and you'd fallen in love all over again.

she listens to her "pump-up music" — a lot of pop, surprisingly — as she drives you both to the club, focused already in her tennis outfit, complete with a quarterzip warmup top and everything. you're endlessly amused by her, in a way that most people are too intimidated to be, and you think it's good for her, to feel human, to not be taken so seriously when she should get to just enjoy things. your pain meds are helping by the time you get to the club, the pins and needles down your legs leveling out, the halo shaking off some of its deep sorrow, the memories of torture and abject aloneness that sometimes show up in your dreams. today is bright and sunny, the bluest sky, and your friends wave to you once you get out to the tables near the tennis courts. beatrice says a quick hello and then bustles off to start her very precise warm up routine, and you all wait until she's out of earshot to share a fond laugh.

'david today?'

'i swear she was rewatching coco and iga's last match yesterday to prepare.'

ruth pats your hand and angela orders a charcuterie for the table, gets prosecco for ruth and herself and — they both know you well enough by now that your chair usually means you've had to take medication, which you don't mix with alcohol — a cranberry soda for you, your favorite.

david shows up a few minutes later as you're gossiping, angela gasping at ruth's latest escapades with her new boyfriend while you laugh delightedly. he's the kind of muscular dude that likes to run along the beach shirtless because he thinks it's impressive but really it just looks ridiculous, the kind of dude that would give unwanted pointers in the gym. you don't have a disdain for him like beatrice does, because he's never done anything abhorrent to you personally, but when you see her steely gaze as he goes to his bench on the court, you get it. and, also, it's hot, so, like, you shoot a quick thanks to david and his douchey backwards cap for that.

/

things go just about as you'd expected: beatrice plays with the amount of passion you'd see in a wimbeldon final, and angela and ruth relentlessly whistle and cheer and boo. the charcuterie has a new truffle havarti you're all in love with, and the bottle of prosecco gets split happily while you watch. it's a fairly even match — david hits harder than beatrice but is slower and definitely stupider — and she wins the first set 6 games to 4. she gets mad at him for serving too slowly, and they briefly have an argument over whether or not one of his backhands was in. it's all deeply ridiculous for an afternoon at in an amateur club league, but beatrice and her overhand serves get you every single time.

she's down a break in the second set when she hits a drop shot that has david falling over his own feet, and you know it's over then. the second bea realizes someone is truly out of sorts, in any scenario, she's already won.

they shake hands after the match is over, beatrice taking the second set much quicker than the first, and then she makes her way over to your table and sits, very satisfied, in the chair next to you, a towel around her neck.

'my champion,' you say, and she rolls her eyes, accepting the congratulatory beer angela had already ordered for her as the last game was winding down with a thankful nod.

'great match, beatrice,' ruth says, half-sincere, half-teasing, but beatrice smiles anyway. sometimes, things are not good; sometimes, on the worst days, even now, even still, even with all this love, you still remember what it was like to suffer alone — without feeling, with too much feeling — for so much of your life. but beatrice slips into her quarterzip next to you and you smell sweat and laundry detergent and the pomade she puts in her hair, you feel the sun warming along your back and you hear the small group of children starting their lesson, laughing brightly. beatrice holds your hand and you'll nap later; you'll order takeout from your favorite thai place and watch the sunset on your patio; you'll fall asleep in her arms. you'll wake up and do it all over again — the loneliness, the pain, the longing — just for this.

[stoically]

“Besides, your still a nun. Aren’t you?”

This line comes when Father Vincent attempts to join Beatrice and Ava in the van and Beatrice says no. Ava says she doesn’t trust him either but it’s better for their mission that he comes. Then she drops this line before reminding Beatrice that forgive is kind of her job. 

Proof that Ava’s salty over Beatrice turning down her ‘let’s run away’ plan. 

This season starts with Ava rearing to fight Adriel. She wants to get (back) into it. When one of Adriel’s cultists says she can’t run away from his light she shoves the guy so hard he goes flying. In public. That scene’s set up to show that Ava has changed. She’s no longer the irreverent civilian she was. She’s the Warrior Nun. In action not just in halo. So much so that she almost blows herself up when their initial plan to put the crown on Adriel fails. 

It’s not just Beatrice’s faith that was shaken by that fight. It was also Ava’s. She fell back into the old pattern of survival that she knew. Slightly different, though, because she wanted Bea to run with her. Which brings us to Beatrice’s faith (which is her business, as a nun). This whole season Beatrice’s character arc is figuring out how to be herself (how to live) without relying on the expectations of perfection in a role. Beatrice knows how to be perfect in a role. She’s way less certain how to be herself (and have that be enough for others and herself).

Except when they finally did return to the role that Beatrice can excel at, she fails. Epically. She (thinks she) gets her friend killed by her actions. Worse, the friend who was a trainee under her (Camila), who she was supposed to be looking out for. Along with Yasmine, who was not a Sister Warrior and Beatrice would assume she was also supposed to look out for. And she actively stopped the action that (might) have stopped Adriel. She failed so hard at being a Sister Warrior it was practically treason (in her mind). 

It wasn’t until that moment where her mission as a Sister Warrior was exactly opposite her feelings for Ava. With no time to think, Beatrice chose Ava. When she does have time to think, she regrets it. Not because she regrets saving Ava. Ava brings this up. Ava very pointedly says if Beatrice did what she ‘should’ have done to rescue Camila and Yasmine and the world, Ava would be dead. Beatrice ignores this. Doesn’t even go there. What Beatrice regrets is not being good enough to both do what she should have done (save everyone) and what she wanted to do (save Ava). This calls back to Bea’s first scene this season  and Ava saying “you know, you don’t have to be so perfect all the time”. In this moment, Beatrice’s greatest crisis of faith is between that part of her that hoped Ava was right and that part of her that feared Ava was wrong. Beatrice has no idea how to reconcile those parts. Other than doing what she’s always done, throw herself harder into the role given to her. No matter what it costs her. 

After the whole mind bending Crown of Thorns experience Ava appears a whole lot calmer about what she decided (did she though??). She approaches Beatrice in the van and makes a (kinda awkward) joke. “You look like you could Aikido someone into submission”. Only to get shot down with Beatrice’s “don’t test me then.”

Of course, Ava then proceeds to test Beatrice by saying Father Vincent (y’know, the guy who betrayed her and who directly killed one of Beatrice’s best friends and was tangentially responsible for the death of two others as well as releasing Adriel, that guy) was coming with them on their last ditch effort to save the world. NBD I guess. Beatrice immediately says no. Says she doesn’t trust him. Offers all the logical, mission centric reasons why this should not be allowed. Ava out logics her mission centric reasoning. Then proves she’s still salty (as much as she loves her nun wife) by practically saying “you want to be a nun? Then be a nun.” Very ‘you made your bed, now sleep in it.’ 

Ava very much wants to help Beatrice’s journey to loving herself, to being herself. And not just for the potential sexy times rewards. She thinks Beatrice is awesome and beautiful and wants Beatrice to think that too. She sometimes also gets very frustrated at how Beatrice hides behind duty to such a hypocritical degree (eg: becoming the boss after a month but Ava’s not allowed to blow their cover, being jealous of guys Ava talks to and calling it protection, pretending like she wouldn’t make the same call to save Ava). 

Which I think is why the scene where Ava’s dying after defeating Adriel is so important. Ava tells Beatrice to take the halo. Beatrice says no. Lilith offers a way to save Ava that means Earth looses the halo. Beatrice says yes. Beatrice has time to think (at least more than a split second reaction). She still chooses Ava. Living isn’t about Beatrice not fighting, it’s about Beatrice being true to herself. And the first step Beatrice took to that was choosing Ava.

[hood-ex]

As someone who has been catching up on comics. I noticed a pattern with Nightwing. Every time the author changes the supporting cast gets dumped. We had the run offs and greyer Blockbuster. They don’t exist by the Ric arc even though they could be people to step up in Nightwing’s absence or grab power. Ric arc had a cast of cops and friends and Bea. Never heard from the cops again despite them being potential informants. The difference with Tom Taylor is that he’s the only one who uses old characters but he mutates them. Not sure if that’s worse but I hate the cast dumping. I fully expect never to see Bea, and the sister again. If the Sister stays someone will kills her off. Huh Taylor had a small supporting cast compared to others.

Yeah that's been a reoccurring problem with Nightwing and is one of the complaints fans have about it.

OH SHIT. Hold on. I'm sorry but this conversation just triggered something in my brain. So Guppy was in prison, right? Omg was he in the prison that Heartless liberated? Is Guppy free??

Wait let me double check... Heartless liberated Bludhaven Private Prison... and Guppy went to Bludhaven Maximum Security Prison... ugh. Damn. Different prisons.

Anyway, if they had kept Bea's normal civilian origin, I would've loved her as an informant of sorts for Nightwing since she could overhear convos at the bar and also see who certain individuals came in with. So yeah it would suck to see Bea just disappear after this, but at the same time, I don't know if I vibe with her sticking around as a pirate queen.

Melinda on the other hand, she can go. TT literally just set her up as the mayor as a way to make it easy for Dick to take down the baddies of the city. That's her purpose. Just easy gateway/easy access to certain information and such. TT hasn't bothered doing anything else with her, really. The sibling thing was just to give Dick an easy way to befriend the mayor. That's it.

But yeah, it'll be interesting to see which cast members the next writer pulls. Or who knows, maybe they'll rely more heavily on the Titans.

[bratshaws]

through the hourglass 384. brb x oc

a/n: as mentioned before,I'll take my break once i finish the fic :,) it wont take long. thank you for staying <3 (comments and reblogs are super welcome and encouraged!)

pairing: plus size!oc x rooster

warnings: just some suggestive stuff uwu

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He was frowning because of course he was.

They got to the hotel and he lied on the bed immediately,sure, the flight was…not great and his back was screaming in pain. It was a long ass flight, and he was somewhat glad they had four hours before his reunion.

Maybe he should just sleep.

“Baby?’ Bea calls from the bathroom,folding her clothes on her arm, “Everything okay?”

He sighs again, running his hands up and down his face, eyes locked on the blank ceiling as he tries to calm himself, “I am getting old.”

Beatrice blinks, “What? What are you talking about?”

“My back is just…killing me.”

She blinks again, then furrows her brows, tossing her folded clothes aside so she could walk over to him, “Hey,” she coos gently, slowly climbing on his lap - glad that he immediately cupped her hips - “What’s wrong? Are you really hurt?”

He tsks quietly, “...no.” he frowns more, “I think I’m finally…” and a shaky inhale, “Getting more nervous about this. About the reunion.”

Beatrice's heart sank at Rooster's words, her concern deepening as she looked into his troubled eyes. She gently caressed his cheek, her touch tender as she tried to reassure him.

"Hey," she whispered softly, her voice filled with love and understanding, "It's okay to feel nervous. This reunion means a lot to you, and it's natural to have some jitters."

Rooster nodded, his jaw clenched as he struggled to contain his emotions. "I know," he murmured, his voice strained, "...What if I don't…what if…I don’t know, what if it’s just a mistake to be here?"

Beatrice's heart ached at the fear in Rooster's voice, her own insecurities bubbling to the surface. She took his hands in hers, squeezing them gently as she looked into his eyes with a small smile.

"You are amazing," she said firmly, her voice with conviction, "And anyone who can't see that doesn't deserve you, not even a glance. You've accomplished so much, Rooster, and you have nothing to prove to anyone."

Rooster's eyes softened at Beatrice's words, feeling a sense of warmth wash over him as he looked at her. "Thank you," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude, "You always know how to calm me down."

Beatrice smiled tenderly at Rooster, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. "That's what I'm here for," she whispered, her voice filled with love, "You know that.”

He smiles, twirling a strand of brown hair in his finger, letting it go,watching as it bounced back into shape, “...I know.” he whispers “...I shouldn’t be nervous.”

“But it’s okay that you are.”

“I’ve been nervous since I got invited,Bea.” he whispers, looking at her necklace instead of her face ‘...I want to deal with this for myself, but I’m also worried this will be worse than I expect it to be.”

Beatrice listened attentively to Rooster's words, her heart aching for him as he struggled with his nerves. She reached out to gently lift his chin, guiding his gaze to meet hers with a soft smile.

"It's understandable," she said gently,, "Facing the past can be daunting, especially when it's tied to memories that aren't all pleasant…”

He exhales quietly, rubbing her sides up and down, then arching his brows, “...how did you feel before you got to your reunion?”

“Like death.”

Rooster lifts his head up “That bad?”

Beatrice chuckled softly at Rooster's surprised expression, shaking her head with a playful grin. "Maybe not that bad," she admitted, "But pretty close. I was nervous, anxious, and a little scared, to be honest."

Rooster's brow furrowed in concern as he listened to Beatrice's words, his fingers stilling on her sides. "Really?" he asked softly, "...I mean,I knew you were nervous…you told me so,honey. But…”

Beatrice smiled wistfully, her eyes reflecting memories of her own struggles with insecurity. "I may have seemed calm on the outside," she explained, "But on the inside, I was a bundle of nerves. I worried about how people would perceive me, if I would measure up to their expectations…"

Rooster's his fingers gently traced circles on her back in a soothing gesture. "You always measure up and then some," he murmured, "You're the most incredible person I know."

Beatrice's cheeks flushed at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice filled with gratitude, "But even so, I still had my doubts. It's hard not to when you're faced with your past."

Rooster nodded in understanding, his heart going out to Beatrice as he listened to her share her feelings. "Yeah," he murmured, "It's like…no matter how much you've grown and changed, there's always that fear that you'll revert back to who you used to be."

Beatrice nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with understanding. "Exactly," she replied softly, "But you know what helped me? Knowing that I had you by my side, every step of the way. Just like you have me now."

He smirks softly, “...I was deployed,babe…”

Beatrice smiled softly at Rooster's remark, her eyes sparkling with affection as she looks down. "I know," she replied with a chuckle, "But you were still with me in spirit. And your love meant everything to me, even from halfway across the world."

Rooster's smirk softened into a tender smile as he gazed at Beatrice, feeling a swell of love in his chest. "I'm glad," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity, "Because I'll always be here for you, no matter where I am."

Beatrice's heart fluttered at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth wash over her. "I know," she whispered, reaching out to squeeze his hand, "And I'll always be here for you too, no matter what."

They sat together in companionable silence, the weight of their shared experiences hanging in the air between them.  Rooster leaned in to press a tender kiss to Beatrice's forehead, his touch gentle and reassuring. "We'll get through this together," he murmured, his voice filled with determination, "Just like we always do."

Beatrice smiled up at Rooster, feeling a sense of peace settle over her. "Yeah," she agreed softly, "Together."

He brings her to lie on his chest, rising and falling, as one of his hands cups the back of her head, “...I’m a bit better.’

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, you are the balm I need.” he smirks, kissing her temple while still rubbing her head, “Cheesy?”

She wrinkles her nose while rubbing his chin with the back of her hand, “I love when you are cheesy.” she whispers, “It’s how I fell in love with you…and how you kept looking at me.”

“Hmmm…” he hums as she sits on his lap, his hands rubbing against her thick thighs, feeling the fabric of her jeans scrape his palms before he sighs, “Well…you are great to look at.” he says, oh he was feeling much better. Much. “And…I loved seeing you,walking around.” the reunion was completely forgotten as he played with the bottom of her shirt, “Wearing those jeans - not so different from this one,either.”

"You always know how to make me feel special," she murmured, her voice soft and filled with affection. "And I loved seeing you in your uniform, too. You looked so handsome.You're like a magnet for attention."

He smirks, “You made me have the nicest dreams even then.”

Beatrice blushed at Rooster's words, feeling a rush of warmth flood her cheeks. "Stop it," she protested playfully, swatting his arm with a grin, "You're making me blush."

Rooster chuckled at Beatrice's reaction, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "It's true," he insisted, "You have this aura about you, Bea. I was just a little moth, flapping around your light and fuck i wanted to burn in you." he coos, sliding his hand under her shirt, “...we still got time,right?”

Beatrice's cheeks flushed even deeper at Rooster's bold words, feeling a surge of desire coursing through her veins. She leaned into his touch, her body responding instinctively to his closeness.

"We do," she replied softly, her voice barely above a whisper, "Plenty of time."

Rooster grinned at Beatrice's response, his eyes darkening with desire as he trailed kisses along her jawline. "Good," he murmured huskily, his breath warm against her skin, "Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon."

Beatrice's heart raced at Rooster's words, feeling a wave of heat pooling in her core. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer as she deepened their kiss, their bodies melting together.

They lost themselves in each other, their hands roaming freely as they explored every inch of each other's skin. Eventually, they pulled apart, their chests heaving as they struggled to catch their breath. Rooster pressed his forehead against Beatrice's, his eyes burning with intensity as he whispered, "I love you, Beatrice."

"I love you too, Rooster," she whispers “I–” she squeaks, rolling them around to pin her on the bed.

“Hmmm,i'm thinking.” he purses his lips, kissing her neck as his hands drag her shirt upwards, showing more of her soft stomach, “What I should do to you first.”

Beatrice giggled softly at Rooster's demeanor, feeling a rush of excitement coursing through her veins. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him closer as she looked into his eyes with a grin.

"Surprise me," she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation, "I'm all yours."

Rooster's grin widened at Beatrice's response, feeling a surge of desire coursing through him. He leaned in to capture her lips in a passionate kiss, his hands roaming freely as he explored every curve of her body.

Beatrice gasped softly as Rooster's lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake. Her fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer as she arched her back, offering herself to him completely.

Rooster grinned against her skin, his hands sliding under her shirt to caress the soft skin of her stomach. He peppered her with kisses, his lips trailing lower and lower as he worshipped every inch of her body.

Beatrice moaned softly, her head spinning with pleasure as Rooster's touch sent waves of ecstasy coursing through her veins. She surrendered herself to him completely, lost in the intensity of their passion. “Fuck…Roos…”

Rooster's hands roamed lower,unbuttoning her jeans, his touch igniting a fire within her as he teased her with feather-light caresses. She writhed beneath him, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she begged for more.

He didn’t even remove her clothes, he just slid his hand inside her panties and gently rubbed her mound. He smiles, pushing himself upwards enough to keep his eyes on her expressions. She was flushed and beautiful and looking at him through her lashes “Fuck you are so beautiful and wet,I just want to–”

“Brad! HEY MAN! YOU THERE?”

They freeze immediately, slowly turning their heads to the door. Beatrice blinked, whimpering a bit when Rooster removed his hand from inside of her, licking his fingers clean while glaring at the door, “Roos,” oh no, “Brad,wait,” he stood up with a vengeance, if there was something you don’t do, was messing with their alone time.

“Man! Come on! It’s me John!” Rooster growls “I got the gang here!”

Rooster's expression darkened, his irritation evident as he glanced back at Beatrice. She could see the frustration in his eyes, "John," Rooster muttered under his breath, his tone laced with annoyance. He turned to Beatrice with a resigned sigh, "I'll go deal with him. You stay here."

Beatrice nodded in understanding, her heart sinking as she watched as he quickly straightened his clothes and headed towards the door, his jaw clenched in frustration.

Rooster swung the door open, his irritation evident as he came face to face with John and some? Of their old friends. They greeted him with smiles and cheers, oblivious to Rooster's annoyance as they crowded into the room. Beatrice squeaked, quickly fixing herself and rolling off the bed.

"Hey, man!" John exclaimed, clapping Rooster on the back, "Long time no see! We were just passing through and thought we'd stop by to say hi."

Rooster forced a smile, his patience wearing thin as he tried to navigate the sudden influx of visitors. "Yeah, great to see you guys," he replied tersely, "But we were in the middle of something."

John raised an eyebrow, “Huh? Come on man! It’ll be like old times! And won’t it be fun to hang out before the reunion?”

Rooster's smile faltered at John's words, his annoyance growing with each passing moment. He glanced back at Beatrice, his eyes apologetic as he tried to convey his frustration without saying a word. Beatrice gave him a sympathetic look, understanding his irritation all too well. 

"John, it's really not a good time," hhe interjected "We were in the middle of something important. Maybe we can catch up another time? At the reunion?"

“What? Is the missus locking you up already?” it was a joke…but Rooster did not like it when people talked about Beatrice. He was taller, stronger, bigger than those guys were - also were they really his friends? He could barely see them as before. 

Rooster's grip on the door handle tightened, his patience wearing thin as he struggled to maintain his composure. "That's enough, John," he said through gritted teeth, "Beatrice and I have a private life, and I'd appreciate it if you respected that."

John's smile faltered at Rooster's stern tone, sensing the tension in the air. He glanced back at the other guys, exchanging nervous glances as they realized they might have crossed a line. "Hey, sorry man," John apologized, "We didn't mean to intrude. We'll catch up with you later, okay?"

Rooster nodded curtly, his expression tense as he watched the group of friends shuffle out of the room. Once they were gone, he let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair as he turned back to Beatrice.

"I'm sorry, babe," he said softly, his voice filled with regret, "I didn't mean for that to happen. I should have been more assertive."

Beatrice shook her head, reaching out to take Rooster's hand in hers. "It's okay," she reassured him, "You did your best. And besides, it's not your fault they showed up unannounced."

Rooster sighed, feeling a sense of guilt wash over him. "Ugh….I’m going to hate this reunion,aren’t I?”

She frowns softly “...probably,honey…probably.”

[kiwiana-writes]

for the AU fun facts game? Secret relationship taken to the next level: sercretly married AU

You have come to the RIGHT PLACE my friend because I once wrote fake divorce for another fandom lmfao

ONE: It's 2024, and nobody knows they're engaged.

Every milestone they've had as a couple has been splashed about for public consumption, dissected in thinkpieces and turned into quirky 'Times FirstPrince was just like every other early 20s relationship: a thread' social media posts. This is theirs, and they want to keep it that way for a while.

Just for a while.

TWO: The thing is. The thing is.

Technically, Henry is still in the process of giving up the title and removing himself from the line of succession. Everyone knows it's happening, and everyone and their dog has an opinion about it (David, Henry is fairly certain, feels quite positively about the whole thing); but the machinations of government are slow, and as it stands right now, Henry is still legally an HRH and fourth in line to the throne.

And as such, he can't marry without the sovereign's permission.

Ironically, the only punishment for doing so would be his (and his future children's) removal from the line of succession, the very thing he's in the process of doing anyway. It seems like it should be a win-win. But he's sure that once the media get wind of the engagement, the UK media narrative will focus even more strongly on how Henry's abandonment is That Evil (Brown) American's Fault, and he'll do everything in his power to protect Alex from as much of the blowback as they possibly can.

So they'll wait to tell everyone until Henry is no longer HRH Prince Henry George Edward James Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, but instead just Henry Fox, fiancé of Alex Claremont-Diaz.

THREE: They really don't mean to let it get as far as they do. They intend to tell Alex's family at Thanksgiving, but Oscar and Ellen start sniping at each other earlier than they usually do, and it kills the whole mood. Then Mary dies, and no family news can be announced during the mourning period unless absolutely unavoidable—and Henry doesn't want to burden his mum with news she can't share. Horrible old bigot or not, Mary was still her mother, and now Catherine is Queen Catherine I. She's got enough to deal with.

They'll try again in 2025.

FOUR: Bea announces she's pregnant at the end of January, and the rings go back in the drawer. She'd never ask them to delay announcing just because they know it will shift focus entirely, and that's exactly why Henry wants to.

"She took such a media beating for years," he tells Alex, his head resting on Alex's stomach, Alex's fingers running through his hair. "She deserves to enjoy all the positivity instead. But Christ, I want to be married to you."

Alex's hand stills for a moment. "I mean... we've kept secrets from the media before."

FIVE: Eleven weeks. They last eleven weeks before people start figuring it out, and Henry's fairly certain that's only because Nora is too busy with her job to piece it all together.

June nearly kills them when she finds out.

[Send me a potential AU and I’ll tell you five fun facts that would happen in a story.]

[tmntstorycomp]

TMNT Story Comp Ultimate Midround Hightime Hell Tournament Round Four

Lets meet the competitors!

Twin-Sync Donnie from Twin-Sync (More Than Your Think) (Belongs to @little-banjo-frog )

Bro is way to busy being depressed and trying to build interdimensional travel to be a magical girl, if given the opportunity he would simply slam the door on whoever offered it to him.

Beatrice Helena from Body Horror Baby (Belongs to @bambiraptorx )

if Bea was old enough to understand what they were getting into, they would be so grumpy about the cutesy clothing they'd quit on the spot. She was fine with it as a toddler but not as a tween/teen lol she's too busy being in her emo phase

Hypno-Potamus from Manhattan: Fargo AU (Year 4) (Belongs to @jxstacey )

This version of Hypno would NOT even be magical girl material. One, his magician skills aren’t even that good. He’s only been in the show business for about 3 weeks at the time the season takes place and is more focused on trying not to get killed by two gangs in a war. He would definitely not be a magical girl

[togetherhearted]

LOP OC/SELF INSERT

If you'd like you can feel free to make her interact with your ocs or other characters.

Have headcanons/questions about her? Feel free to share them!

Bea [Beatrice]

Human - 25+ years old.

Occupation: Hotel Krat's maid.

Bea's a Krat citizen living near the hotel. Since she was closer to it she found a refuge there.

To repay Antonia of her kindness she decided to work there as a maid.

PERSONALITY AND RELATIONSHIP UNDER THE READMORE

Bea's your average neighbour young woman. Got taught how to cook,clean,saw,how to be a proper wife. Never talks unless requested.

She has a strong nurturing soul. As she was the oldest of her cousins and the oldest of her friends it is quite normal for her to act like a big sister.

If stressed swears without filters;going too far to curse even the gods and saints themselves. Overall she's pretty chill.

Not a great fighter but can use his grandfather's gun.

Bea has a romantic soul and she's keen to fall in love twice a day even. Right now she may had her eyes on a certain butler.

RELATIONSHIPS

She used to have a lover but got killed during the first puppet frenzy. It still pains her but she's moving on at her own pace.

She doesn't seem to trust the new "additions" to the hotel yet;she's slowly opening up to them though.

ANTONIA AND POLENDINA-

Bea's grateful to miss Antonia for letting her in without hesitation when Krat fell. Antonia reminds her of her grandma so Bea grew fond of the woman;to the point of taking care of her if she requests it.

Bea has a slight crush on Polendina but she's aware he can never feel the same. She's content with being a one-side thing. Finds him trustworthy.

EUGENIE-

She was wary of her at first but Eugenie gained her trust when she upgraded Bea's granddad's gun. Now they can have normal conversation without Bea looking at her suspiciously.

PINOCCHIO-

It was love at first sight with the puppet. His innocent look and gentle face reminded her of her younger cousin so she instantly acted like a big sister to him. She beames when Pino seems to want to spend time with her. She takes care of his clothes and weapons.

SOPHIA AND GEPPETTO-

She's still not sure what to think about them. She's extremely suspicious but she blames her attachement towards Pinocchio.

LORENZINI VENIGNI-

Hates to admit but his mere presence makes her head spin and heart throb in the good way.Of course,she's still suspicious of him but never acts rude.

She may or may not have a thing for his voice and accent.

[hypnotized-kittens]

favorite ships and ur headcanons for them? :3

Of course beautiful ✨🤭(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

I should never trought that someone whould ever ask me for a ship , but well whatever Let's goOOoO

•Chad♥️Bryce

-ok first of all I want to say that the both of them really complement each other in some way , I mean , Chad it's Definitely the kind of lover who is willing to kill and die for his bf ; while Bryce is calm enough to understand and possibly accept someone so dramatic and insecure like Chad ( and Being capable of doing whatever it takes for him ) . Chad it's aware of the problems with money of Bryce so he always tries to help him with something 's : like the money :D . They have a secret relationship because they are scared that the other students whould bully them for that , or even their own clique ( mostly because I have the hc that the preps have grew up in homophobic families and they don't know how they Will react ) . Chad's dog doesn't really like Bryce so when He approaches Chad, Chester starts barking as if he was satan himself . Once he almost bites his nutz . He ended up bitting Chad nutz instead . It hurtalot babsbbsjssjjsjsjsjsjsnxlwjfvbfjdkdjd.

•Derby♥️Jhonny ( Dirtmoney )

AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH , I love and feel ankward everytime I see this ship and their content, it's just prettyy and aoaoaiksoa

-they arlready felt a tention everytime they saw each other , so slowly but surely they fall in a crazy yet stupidly hot love . Everytime someone else aproaches to one of them , the other comes from begind the nowere and hugs from begind or kisses the neck with a " no maam , look for another " face . Derby often just goes and surround His arms over Jhonny's chest , He gets easily blushed with that and the preppie débil knows it ;⁠) . They have to meet in secret cuz ✨ SocIaL STatUs ✨. Derby still feels something strange about being with Jhonny (gay from the closet moment), but he doesn't give it that much importance. Jhonny, on the other hand, is surprised that his worst enemy was even More faithful than Lola, he's a bit closed off with affection to look like "the king of Bullworth," but sometimes he just can't help but blush too much around him.

•Beatrice♥️Dan

-Just happened, don't look at me like that . The " social ankward and LET'S FUCKING GOOOO " couple . Beatrice arlready had a crush on Dan when he was a nerd . He didn't notice after he became a jock . Dan truly treated her different in comparison with other nerds. Every time Beatrice does something clumsy to Dan, he has a fit because of so much tenderness, even though it doesn't show that much. Dynamic duo: they have each other's back. Once a greaser started bothering Beatrice too much, Dan spawned out of nowhere and hit him in the balls so hard that it literally made him scream like he was being killed. They often receive disapproval from their peers but they don't give a shit . For some strange reason Mandy no longer harasses Bea like before (⁠✿⁠☉⁠｡⁠☉⁠). And even stranger, the nerds are even nicer to Dan than before (well, everyone except Earnest).

•Gord♥️ Vanceeee

-I love it I love it please be eternal my dear god's . Hair and clothes combo , chaotic neutral bf's . Chances are, their friends and other students have seen them kiss or get too affectionate at some point, but most of them doesn't surprise or even cared very much because they saw it come in some point ( the first time was just "oh u are dating ? Cool now let me go back to my ordinary life" thing ) . Fruity in equallity , but Gord it's the blushingboys Maschine n° 9000 for Excellence . Vance has to stand on tiptoe to kiss Gord , It's small but tremendous. Gord definitely punched an old karen in the face just for a discount jacket as a gift for Vance. His greaser boyfriend had to defend him and end up saying: " Babe I love you and all that but you gotta admit even I have limits " . ( Ok he whould never say that but whatever ) .

EXTRA : •Melody♥️Pedro

- Don't cancel me please , I just think they look very cute together . Like , the happiest kid with the child with possible anxiety couple that makes drawnings , talk about bees and Make flower crowns that they find out there. Simply adorable (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♡

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( I should Make clear this are not REALLY my true ships and I just enter on panic ? Maybe I should do this sh1t again)