#lou watches house

[wickedsnack]

house solas wilson felassan you unders-- (i am forcibly dragged off-stage by a comically large cane)

[plutonious]

boytoy STOP makkng me draw geometric beasts challenge IMPOSSIBLE. day. twelve I think?

[creative-shine]

I know what buff louise means now and it's not as badly portrayed as I feared it would be LMAO

lou visually being trapped mid unification within Louise is actually a really cool idea, i get the buff thing yeah ok she worked out with Benjamin but it's passible for me. I DO wish they made her just a littleeeee but more creepy looking instead of just being buff imagine how cool of a monster design she could have had if it wasn't just buff 😔

[saturnaous]

do you understand.

[fallout-lou-begas]

i did not like scream 5 or scream 6 very much but melissa barrera is so good at getting covered in sweat and blood while wearing tight jeans and a tanktop so they're not all bad

[fortjester]

honestly, now that i've seen i twice, perry's death on fall of the house of usher has got to be one of the worst (to me!!)

[gingerwerk]

Lou hiring Donna and then locking her and josh in a room to make them talk about whatever beef they have so they can all keep working together… I think Lou’s head would’ve spun before she murdered both of them if she knew the truth behind their 7 year situationship

[savage-rhi]

Massive Attack - Teardrop (Official Video)

I get massive Death Stranding vibes from this video and from the music.

[ekho-ekho-ekho]

[thedeadthree]

— OCS AS ART MOTIFS.

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DAPPLED SUNLIGHT

you see all the beautiful things in life. you're always looking to learn and be better, especially from the world around you. thank you for believing so strongly in goodness. art reference: woodland glade by david poulter

A LONELY PERSON

though you may be quiet, your heart is full of longing. you spend much of your time with your own mind, and that may very well be a beautiful thing. art reference: automat by edward hopper

BURNING HOUSES

your heart flies wild and free. you have the mind of an artist, spilling with ideas and dreams. art reference: burning house by lois dodd

THE MOON

you're a lover, a dreamer. you gaze wistfully at the sky, seeing the infinite gorgeousness of the natural world and wishing it could translate to your real life. art reference: the starry night by vincent van gogh (because, of course, what other moon could i possibly include?)

HANDS

is your love language touch? i suppose it might not be, but i also suppose you might just like being held. you might see the art in human bodies. art reference: loneliness of night by kaye donachie

BLOOD IN RELIGIOUS DEPICTIONS

you think in violence, but not necessarily antagonism or hatred. it is more just in the physicality, the vulnerability of it all. art reference: prometheus bound by peter paul rubens

[stellaseveride]

I don't mind at all if Eddie ends up dating DIY-girl, she seems really cool and nice. I just want him to be happy and to feel comfortable around the person he's dating.

[wickedsnack]

he induced a migraine on a coma patient to test the drug of the guy who turned him in for cheating in med school, to prove it didn't work

not covered by insurance

definitely should not have a license anymore

[betweenlands]

hey, so, where-are-they-now style update on our fic threats:

the side project we were working on isn't 16 pages anymore -- it's now 19 pages long and is going to have at absolute minimum two whole entire more chapters. quite possibly even more than that, since i don't think the planned ch4 has any particularly solid fic-ending conclusion other than a generic "are we ready to do Thing, everyone?" stinger.

this is an absolute beast of a fic project at this point and, we cannot stress this enough, this is not the orbital laser. this is (or at least was supposed to be) a side project.

personally, we blame the duck.

[mayapapaya33]

(2:05:13) Is it bad that I'm actively rooting for General Rococoa and Prince Amethar to find out that Deli killed their Mom and Sister and for them to absolutely annihilate him? I don't think that's what's going to happen; (Because Amethar can't die right now so Matt prooooobably won't use him for a PC confrontation to avoid to either an egregious railroad-esque OP-Amethar OR accidentally fucking up the timeline by going OOPS Amethar is dead, I guess resurrection magic has to exist in this world now lol).

But if Deli gets killed by Amethar and or Rococoa that will be the funniest thing I've ever seen and it's 100% deserved. Lou on Lou violence! Fingers crossed!

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If it doesn't happen in the campaign, it should ABSOLUTELY happen in Fanfiction. I haven't looked yet because I don't like spoilers so I'm waiting until I'm done to look for Ravening War stuff. But if there isn't anything about Delissandro and the House of Rocks on Ao3 I will be both Shocked AND Appalled at the state of fandom lmfao. The drama and angst potentials are off the charts! Sure, shipping is great fun, but this level of murder, manipulation, and vengeance is so juicy! (And it's not like you can't throw a ship or two in there if you're so inclined, though personally I'm equally as interested in Gen).

Imagine Deli and Rococoa or Deli and Amethar or all three of them, fighting side by side during the war. They're becoming friendly acquaintances or becoming actual friends even, except deep down, Deli knows. He hides a dark secret, he killed his friend's mother, and their sister. And for what exactly? To unite the Meatlands! Yes... right, of course! Maybe Rococoa saves Deli's life and smiles at him or laughs at a joke of his and his much-shriveled conscience twinges. Amethar pats him on the back and jokes that he caught Deli with his pants down, which means they're finally true allies and Deli feels like shit, literally and metaphorically.

There are so many ways you could play it. You could go from Deli's pov and have him slowly devolve into a sort of Lady Macbeth-esque figure as the guilt eats away at him more and more with every act of kindness and friendship. Once he finally realizes the true extent of what he has done. Not just to the House of Rocks, but to the world. The Death of the Queen of Candia is what finally kicked off the continent-wide war, she is the Franz Ferdinand of Candia and I'm not sure he's fully internalized that. I think it's too big.

Or he could be unrepentant to the last, as Rococoa and Amethar find out and turn on him, he could villain monologue about the greater good and being a tool of destiny as they cave his skull in and weep at the betrayal of a friend who was never truly their friend (or was he?)

Or it could be from Amethar's pov (or Rococoa's pov, but I assume most people will pick Amethar because he's a PC played by Lou up against another PC played by Lou so that's more intriguing than an NPC who was mostly just a ghost and a memory in ACOC). And you could follow the story as Amethar and Rococoa meet Deli before a battle. They all end up fighting in the same area and fight well together.

Through various circumstances they keep being brought together. Or forced together in Deli's case. Meanwhile Deli is SUPER uncomfortable lol, but Amethar isn't the most observant guy in the world, he doesn't notice. It's from his pov after all. And we can watch the relationship unfold. Somewhat like what happened with ---SPOILERS FOR ACOC--- Calroy, but different. I do think once you have Amethar's trust, you have it, he's a pretty simple man. Rococoa is more of an unknown to me, but I do know she's smarter than Amethar (not that that's a particularly high bar, sorry Amethar). So maybe Deli saves Rococoa or Amethar because there are a lot of witnesses around and he can't conveniently let them die because that would look really really bad, and he ends up earning their trust.

However you want to do it, it is the perfect set up for a Shakespearian tragedy. The audience already knows that confrontation and doom are inevitable, yet if you play it right, like all good writers you can give the audience temporary amnesia and delusion and make them hope that everything will be ok as you show them having fun and joy and comradery together. It's like walking into the movie theater to see Titanic, even if you know what's going to happen, you still have a good time when they start dancing, and you're still screaming at them to steer the ship in a different direction or not get on the boat in the first place and you're still sad when they drown. (Or for the CR fans out there, it's like walking into EXU Calamity knowing Exandria's history and still getting attached to those characters and rooting for them because you can't help it lol).

[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　BOSTON FOR THANKSGIVING

chris sturniolo x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N goes back to Boston with Chris and his brothers for Thanksgiving.

WARNING: None.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @smileymilee

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism, copy, or "inspiration"! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

A/N²: I'm sorry if I couldn't create the whole Thanksgiving vibe correctly, we don't commemorate it on Brazil, so I don't know how it follows traditionally.

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The crisp November air bit at Y/N’s cheeks as she followed Chris up the stone walkway leading to the Sturniolo family home. The familiar house with its neatly trimmed hedges and warmly lit windows looked just as welcoming as it had last year, but this time, Y/N felt more at home. It was her second Thanksgiving with Chris and his family, and she already knew what awaited her inside: love, warmth, and a fair bit of chaos.

Chris shifted the bags he was carrying and glanced back at her.

"You ready?" He asked, a soft smile tugging at his lips.

Y/N nodded, her own smile spreading wide.

"Always."

The front door swung open by Nick before Chris could even reach for the handle. A blur of caramel fur darted out, running between the boy's legs while barking excitedly.

"Trevor!" Y/N squealed, dropping her own bags instantly. She knelt on the porch, arms open wide as the family dog launched himself into her embrace. His tail wagged furiously, and Y/N giggled as he licked her face with enthusiasm.

Chris stood above them, shaking his head with an amused chuckle.

"Guess I know where I stand." He teased, adjusting the straps of the duffel bags on his shoulders before bending slightly and taking her dropped bags, throwing it over his free arm.

Y/N grinned up at him, scratching behind Trevor’s ears.

"You know you’re second to Trevor." She quipped before pressing a kiss to the dog’s head, inhaling his comforting Dog Shampoo scent.

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Mary Lou appeared in the doorway, wiping her hands on a kitchen towel.

"There’s my crew!" She exclaimed, her face lighting up at the sight of her boys. She rushed forward, pulling each of them into tight hugs.

"Hi, Mom." Matt said, his voice muffled by her embrace.

"Missed you, Ma." Nick added, smiling fondly as she kissed his cheek lovingly.

When Mary Lou turned to Y/N, her expression softened even more.

"Oh, my sweet girl!" She said, pulling her up and into a hug so warm and tight, it could melt the chill of a Boston winter.

Y/N’s heart swelled.

"I missed you so much." She murmured, squeezing her back.

Mary Lou pulled back just enough to cup Y/N’s face, her eyes bright with affection.

"Missed you too, honey. How’s everything? You’ll have to catch me up on all the details."

"I have so much to tell you." Y/N replied eagerly, already feeling herself slip into the comfort of their mother-daughter dynamic.

"Well, come on then!" Mary Lou laughed, tugging Y/N’s hand and leading her toward the kitchen without so much as a glance back at the boys or their luggage.

Chris watched them go, shaking his head in mock disbelief.

"Every time." He muttered, stepping inside with the bags still slung over his shoulders.

Nick snickered.

"We’re chopped liver the moment Y/N shows up."

"Facts." Matt added, grabbing his duffel and heading toward the living room.

As they piled the bags near the staircase, footsteps creaked from upstairs. Jimmy appeared at the top of the stairs, adjusting his glasses as he surveyed the scene.

"Hey, boys!" He called, his voice booming with warmth.

"Hey, Dad!" They chorused, looking up at him.

Jimmy descended the steps, grinning. But when he noticed the absence of Y/N, his grin widened knowingly.

"Let me guess, your mother already stole Y/N, didn’t she?"

Chris laughed, tossing a jacket over the banister.

"Yep. She didn’t even give us a chance to finish saying hi."

Jimmy chuckled, clapping a hand on Chris’s shoulder.

"Sounds about right. That girl’s practically her daughter at this point."

"Don’t we know it." Matt said, rolling his eyes playfully.

In the kitchen, Y/N perched on a stool at the island, recounting stories to Mary Lou as Trevor curled up at her feet. The smell of freshly baked pies filled the air, and the warmth of the room seemed to wrap around Y/N like a blanket.

Mary Lou hung on her every word, her eyes sparkling.

"You’re such a delight." She said, reaching out to squeeze Y/N’s hand. "I hope you know how much we love having you here."

Y/N smiled, her heart full.

"I love being here."

The sound of Jimmy entering the kitchen snapped them back to reality, his steps light but deliberate, making a beeline for Mary Lou, planting a quick kiss on the top of her head.

"Hey, hon." He greeted warmly before turning his attention to Y/N. "And there’s our star guest." He said with a broad smile, extending his arms for a hug.

"Hi, Jimmy!" Y/N replied, returning his embrace with the same warmth she always felt from him. "How's that cabin going?" She asked, remembering the small cabin that Jimmy mentioned during their last 'family call' - how Chris liked to call it, one that he'd been building himself.

"It's finally getting somewhere." He smiled proudly, receiving a gaze full of joy and love from Mary Lou.

"Oh! I just remembered that we need to make a quick trip to the supermarket." She folded her towel, looking up at Jimmy. "I thought we had everything, but we’re out of thyme, and I need more butter for the turkey."

The oldest nodded, already heading toward the door.

"I’ll grab the keys."

"Y/N, you okay holding down the fort?" Mary Lou asked, her voice tinged with both apology and trust.

"Of course." Y/N replied immediately, rolling up the sleeves of her green Harry Potter sweater. "I’ve got this."

Mary Lou smiled, her affection evident.

"Thank you. I'll be back in no time."

As the front door closed behind them, Y/N found herself alone in the kitchen. The comforting sounds of laughter and basketball from the living room filtered through as she turned her attention to the stove.

She moved with ease, stirring sauces, seasoning vegetables, and now chopping fresh herbs for the stuffing. Her movements were precise, her mind immersed in the rhythm of cooking.

"Hey, chef extraordinaire." Chris’s voice broke through the quiet.

Y/N glanced up briefly, spotting him leaning against the doorframe, his grin wide and teasing.

"Need something?" She asked, arching a brow before turning back to her task.

"Yeah." He said simply, stepping into the room. "You."

Before she could respond, she felt his long arms slide around her waist, his warmth enveloping her as he pressed gently against her back. His fingers interlocked over her stomach, and his lips brushed against her cheek in a lingering kiss.

"Chris." She murmured, her voice soft with a mix of exasperation and fondness. "I’m trying to cook."

"I know." He whispered against her ear, his voice low and velvety. His lips trailed a slow path along her jaw and down to her neck, leaving a series of soft kisses in their wake.

Y/N’s breath hitched slightly, her hands stilling on the cutting board.

"You’re impossible." She said, her tone betraying her amusement.

"I’m thankful for you." He murmured, completely ignoring her comment, his lips brushing against her shoulder. "So, so thankful."

Her heart melted at his words, and she turned her head slightly, her cheeks flushed, but her smile unrestrained.

"You’re ridiculous." She said softly.

"And yet, you love me." He replied with a grin, resting his chin on her shoulder.

"I really do." She whispered back, leaning her head against his shoulder and closing her eyes, enjoying his gentle touch and soft perfume.

Their moment was interrupted by the slam of the front door and Mary Lou’s cheerful voice.

"We’re back!"

The sound of grocery bags being set down and Jimmy’s voice joining the mix signaled their return. Moments later, Mary Lou bustled into the kitchen, her sharp eyes landing immediately on Chris.

"Christopher Owen." She scolded, her tone firm but playful as she placed her hands on her hips. "What are you doing? Let that poor girl work!"

Chris straightened but didn’t release Y/N, grinning like a mischievous child caught in the act.

"I’m just showing her some love, Ma. There's nothing wrong with that."

Mary Lou swatted him lightly on the back of the head.

"Out! Go join your brothers in the living room and let her focus."

Y/N laughed, her cheeks still warm.

"It’s okay, Mary Lou. He wasn’t bothering me too much."

Mary Lou shook her head with a fond smile.

"Don’t defend him, sweetheart. He’ll take advantage of it."

"He totally will!" Nick's voice yelled from the living room, causing laughter to escape Y/N's mouth.

Chris sighed, finally letting go, stepping back with his hands raised in surrender.

"Fine, fine. But for the record, I’m still thankful for you."

He winked at Y/N as he left the kitchen, his retreat punctuated by his brothers’ teasing from the living room.

Mary Lou sighed, her affection for her son shining through even her exasperation.

"That boy." She muttered before turning to Y/N with a warm smile. "You’re a saint for putting up with him, you know."

Y/N paused, her knife hovering over the herbs before glancing toward the door where Chris had disappeared. A soft smile spread across her face, one filled with pure affection.

"I don’t think of it as 'putting up with him,'." She said, her voice warm and sincere. "Loving Chris is the easiest thing I’ve ever done. I'm very thankful for him."

Mary Lou’s expression softened, her eyes glistening just slightly.

"Oh, sweetheart." She said, reaching out to squeeze Y/N’s hand. "He’s lucky to have you. We all are."

Y/N smiled bashfully, her cheeks flushing as she returned to her task, but her heart felt lighter than ever.

[hannibals-favourite-meal]

Hi 👋🏻 Lou!! Congratulations 🎊🎉 on 6k!!

So how about Arranged Marriage w/ Simon?

Again congrats to 6k 🙃💛🦡

.⋆｡Give 'Em Hell｡⋆.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x plus size reader

Your parents think you need to get married and settle down, so they called in a favour. A big military man of a husband might do you some good just not in the way they think

Warnings: arranged marriage, sort of sugar baby/daddy relationship, misogynist parents, future revenge, mention of hook-ups WC: 986

6k Follower Celebration Bingo

Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

You often wondered about the true scope of your family’s stupidity. Sure, there were moments in your childhood where you had the vivid thought that no one could be as ignorant and blatantly idiotic as your parents were but somehow, they had absolutely hit rock bottom of moronic decisions.

“What the fuck do you mean I’m getting married?” Your mother gasped.

“Watch your tone young lady, that is no way to speak to your parents.” She scolded as your father’s expression hardened. There was no question that your parents were ‘traditional’ believing that women were less than their male counterparts in every way but while they had constantly lectured you on those beliefs, they hadn’t gone so far as to inflict them upon you, until now at least. They even helped you and encouraged you through college!

“You’ve been running wild long enough, it’s time for you to do your duty,” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, “We’ve let you chase your silly little dreams but you’re getting older and your clock is ticking.” Your father clicked his tongue and reached for the tumbler of expensive bourbon on the table beside his recliner.

“We’ve picked out a good man!” Your mother chirped from her place on the expensive love seat next to your father, “He’s highly decorated in the military, he can give you a good life.”

“I don’t give a shit about that! I’m not marrying anybody! Period!” You snarled. Anger curled in your gut, turning your tone sour.

Your father’s glass slammed down onto the wood, making your mother flinch. “You will marry him or I will make your life a living hell. I make one call and no one will want to hire you, not even as a fucking garbage collector. You know the connections I have. Suck it up and be a responsible adult for once.” 

——————

“I don’t want a husband.” The man across from you made a sound that you thought might have been a laugh. Simon, as you had learned from your parents, was a Lieutenant in a special ops task force. Never married, no family to speak of and copious amounts of money, your mother had gleefully added as she literally dragged you into the official-looking building where you would be meeting your future spouse.

He was by all means, an intimidating man. Almost 6 and a half feet tall and wearing a stupid balaclava with a skull on it, he looked more fitting being in a slasher movie than in a conference room negotiating marriage stipulations. His bulky, tattooed arms were crossed over his chest, somehow making him seem even bigger to you, as he leaned back in his chair.

“I don’t want a wife.” Your eyebrows furrowed at that. 

“Then why are you here?” 

His massive shoulders rolled back as his head tilted, cracking his neck. “Same as you— orders.” You hummed under your breath and forced your gaze away from his tanned arms and up to his eyes. He was obviously a quiet man but in no way did that intimidate you. He seemed more pissed off at your father who had so rudely guided (shoved) you into the room than he did at you.

You cleared your throat. “I won’t fuck you.” This time, his laugh was more discernible. His broad chest rumbled with the sound.

“‘M not expecting you to, not unless you beg,” you made a face at him but Simon continued, “I get deployed most of the time, I’d just like someone to take care of the house and spend my money.”

“So I would be your sugar baby.” He shrugged.

“If that’s what ya wanna call it. Do what cha want, I don’t care. We just need to show up to official events together.” 

You planted your elbows on the table between you and stared into his brown eyes. Simon didn’t waver. “So you wouldn’t have an issue with me getting a job?”

“None.” He answered quickly.

“Going back to school?”

“I’d happily pay for it.” You raised an eyebrow before a devious smirk crossed your lips.

“Get a lover?” His eyes blazed while he mirrored your position, the swivel chair beneath him groaning with his mass as he leaned forwards, planting his massive palms onto the table.

“I’d like to see you try.” Against your will, heat raced through your body, setting your nerves alight with the thrum of arousal.  Simon’s mask shifted and you imagined that he was smirking at you. 

You tamped down the feeling of wetness between your soft thighs, forcing yourself to remember exactly why you were in this situation in the first place. “You’re a lot different than I was expecting.”

He huffed. “So are you. Thought I was getting stuck with some bratty trust fund baby who’s never even set foot in a thrift store.”

“I thought you were gonna be a crusty old man who wanted me to put out so he could feel better about his broken dick and receding hairline.” Silence settled between you before suddenly, you both broke into peels of laughter, an oppressive weight suddenly lifted from the room. 

You were relieved; Simon seemed at least like a decent human being if nothing else and it appeared that you could continue living your life, although without the occasional hook up here and there. But considering how handsome you presumed your almost husband to be, maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing.

“I guess we both got lucky didn’t we?” You wiped the tears from your eyes.

“Or just benefitting from the sheer incompetence of the people that thought this was a good idea.” You rolled your eyes at him.

“So, should we do this then?” You asked. Simon rose from his seat and offered you his hand, which you didn’t hesitate to take. As he pulled you to your feet, he uttered:

“Let’s give ‘em hell.”

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