#may-bel month

[hkthatgffan]

Back for one final time...

It's The #MonthOfMaybel2024

Like last year, it's a free for all where you can make whatever you want in regards to Gravity Falls' sweater wearing legend.

But we also have an additional element this year to mark 10 years since a little fandom event...

In 2014, Alex Hirsch asked fans to color in this image of Mabel and Bill, with winners winning a mystery prize!

To mark 10 years since it and the launch of The Book of Bill, your challenge for this year's event is to do exactly that; colour in this image as you choose fit!

You can learn more about the winners and prizes in this video I made back in 2020...

I've hosted this event since 2020 after the original team behind it stopped. And this time for real, it is the end!

It's been a pleasure hosting May-bel month and I hope others take on the challenge in the future. So, let's get out there and make Mabel proud!

#MonthOfMaybel

[mossswald]

Happy Month of May—bel!

[star-png]

I guess bill and Mabel went through some strange dimensions...

Original picture

[adventuremaker21]

Gravity Winx: Freedom of Fashion

A Month of May-bel one shot from my winx club/gravity falls crossover AU, featuring the chaotic yet harmonic friendship between Stella and Mabel, two of the eight members of the Winx Club

(Takes place during the first semester of year one)

“Almost done…” Mabel said as she finished straightening her desk as she then saw a photo of her two closest friends from the summer, Candy and Grenda. She hopes they’re ok. As she sees the picture, she sniffles up a bit, missing them. At that moment, a knock was on her door.

“Hey sparkles!!” Stella said from the other side. “Mind if I come in?”

“Ooh, Stella? Yea, please!” Mabel said as she lets her in. Stella then sees that Mabel’s side is peak Mabel-core, while Dipper’s side is unkept due to his nature.

“Nothing says good feelings like a well decorated room, even if you have to share it with someone who once went 2 weeks without a shower,” Stella said, remembering it. As she did, she sees Mabel sniffling. “What’s wrong? Is dipper’s dirty laundry getting you you… like how it’s getting to me.”

Mabel wiped her eyes. “No no, not that. It’s just that… I miss my friends I made over the summer.”

“Ooh, your better parts!” Stella reminded herself. “I wish they could visit, but the last time someone tried to sneak non-relatives here, they all got turned into toads for a week thanks to Griselda the Ghool.”

“And if they get turned into toads, they’ll never forgive me!” Mabel then made herself more upset. “I wish I could contact them.”

“Hey hey, cheer up Mabel,” Stella said while hugging Mabel. “You’ll see them soon.” While she was hugging her, she got an idea. “Hey Mabel!! Wanna help me with this new dress I’m putting together? I’m having a bit of a brain block and need a second opinion, and I don’t trust anyone else in this dragon-forsaken universe except you for this.”

“Wait, really? Not even your closest fashion advisors?” Mabel asked curiously.

“Nope. They don’t have the vision you clearly have,” Stella said as she patted her head. “You have heart, you got spirit, and you got more fashion pizzazz then all of them put together.”

“Then what are you waiting for, let’s do it!!” Mabel yelled happily as the two of them went into Stella’s fashion studio, or known to her roommate Bloom, their shared bedroom.

“Luckily Bloom’s out for the day trying to figure out if that Diaspro girl from the Beta Academy is worth trusting,” Stella told her younger bestie.

“You mean the rock fairy who Bloom caught kissing her crush Sky?” Mabel remembered.

“That’s the one! Anywho, she won’t be back until way later tonight, so let’s go ham!” Stella declared as she showed Mabel what she has so far. It was a long orange dress with a feathery tail behind it

“It’s got a certian… aviary theme to its delicate design,” Mabel inspected as she thought of an idea. “WE SHOULD ADD GLITTER!!”

“Of course, glitter!!” Stella exclaimed. “I knew it was missing something!! And while we’re on it, we should give it matching arm bands that look like wings!!”

“With pretty designs that make it look peacock like?” Mabel offered.

“I don’t know what a peacock is, but if it’s based off of the Solarian Eyewatcher Bird, then I am all over it!” Stella accepted as the two began their great work, with their harmonized mindsets and visions coming together to create something… unique. Something that screams the unbreakable bond between these two Winx fairies.

“We should add a smoke machine!” Mabel suggested.

“And jewels to help the feathers shine,” Stella added.

“And fans so see show that your outfit can fly in place,” Mabel also added.

“AND DRESS POCKETS SO YOU WON'T BE WEIGHED DOWN BY HANDBAGS!!” Both Mabel and Stella suggested at the same time, gasping as they truly understood one another.

“You are now my new bestie,” Stella said as she pulled Mabel into a hug.

“I thought Bloom was your bestie,” Mabel asked her.

“Ok, yea, all the winx club are my besties, but you’re my fashion bestie!! Bloom’s my magic bestie, Musa is my revenge bestie, dipper is my paranormal bestie, Flora is my potions bestie, tecna is my social media bestie, and Layla is my royal bestie!” Stella listed out without taking a breath.

“Aaawwwww, thank you!!” Mabel said as she hugged Stella again. “It actually meant alot to do this today.”

“No problem,” Stella told her as she got another idea. “And tell you what, one day when we’re not swamped with annoying homework or Trix-centric shenagans, why don’t I help you see your two summer friends and tell them the truth of what you are.”

“Sounds like a plan to me!” Mabel agreed as a new pact was created between these two.

“Then it’s a promise. I’ll help you see Gummy and Grettel, or my name isn't Stella Straffi,” Stella proclaimed.

“Their names are Candy and Grenda, Stella,” Mabel corrected her.

[starsoforionwrites]

Up at stupid-o-clock to race to Heathrow please M25 don't let me down

[lolana101]

hello sweets! I love your work! And if I may request Ekko and reader trying for a baby?😭❤️, only if you want! Ty!

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑

⤷ EKKO: BABY MAKING

⤷ feat. ekko (arcane league of legends)

cw: 18+ , begging, rough sex, sloppy sex, saliva, dirty talk, creampies, marking, biting

he’s pumping into you slowly, huffing softly his eyes trained onto your expression. a still wrapped condom hangs from his lips on which he promised to put on sooner, he’s only going so slow because this is the first time he’s felt your wet walls around him with no barrier.

“..fuck your so- so beautiful, so good.”

he shook out, leaning down to lick around your ear gently, a moan rising out of you. the condom sits beside your head now, it useless as he starts to pul faster, his hands sinking around your wrist and pushing up to guide your fingers between his.

his brows pinch in pleasure, his gaze trailing down to the bounce of your tits responding to the snap of his hips like a wave.

“wanna get you pregnant… badly.”

“..wha- mmnf.”

you can’t even get the words out to respond to his ridiculous statement.. question. demand? his tip is pressing too sweetly against your cervix, peppering it with his love.

“…after everything’s that’s happened. don’t we deserve to have- make something that makes us happy?”

he spoke quietly, his pace never stopping. this was a long time coming, a month ago he remembered asking you to get off birth control due to the worry of your hormones becoming poisonous… some stupid article he read.

his thumb dips between you two’s burning body’s, to softly rub on your puffy nerves as his hips snap at times to punctuate his words. he’s close, his cock twitching softly as his hips stutter slowly stopping.

“please? i’ve been thinking about this. you’d be so cute with a big bel-“

you kissed him gently, slowly rocking your body sloppily down onto him your teeth bumping against his own. it was sloppily, and you were hard to read. but the way your pussy clenched around his aching shaft, waiting for release said it all. you wanted this too.

he moans softly, grinding into you before his hips snap violently against your aching walls, his thumb rubbing your clit wanting to bring you to your orgasm. he read that’ll open up your cervix some more, maybe helping you get pregnant faster.

he’s lingers soft kisses up and down your neck, whispering sweet words of encouragement as his thumb working on your twitching clit, your thighs shaking. you were ready, he was ready. why not?

he’s hot seed spills deep inside of you, his moans sorts gasps and whispers of how warm you are, his thumb pressing against the bundle of nerves, your walls twitching as you feel your walls coat in his sticky love.

he burrows deep inside you, whispering something into your ear.

“we need to do that more do get you… pregnant.”

“i know. take me to the bath first…”

you hum, feeling him try to scoop you up with him still on his dick, he wants to make sure his love never leaves you, so a new love can grow inside of you. a love he’ll be sure to cherish.

thank you for being my first ever request yay!!! i tried to tie in the end with the first ekko fic i wrote :) i hope you enjoyed it!!

please like, follow, and i take requests for any fandom if interested !!

my most recent fic here

my past fic here

idk if you want smut of fluff, but i don’t mind both so feel free to specify!!

[nixie-writes]

Daughter of the Seven Deadly Sins

Lucifer

being the youngest of the Morningstar family was not easy. Your father, your current caretaker, was always holed up in his quarters, playing with toy ducks. He was a shell of his former self.

as his remaining daughter, you were treated like royalty, seeing as you were royalty. You had butlers, you had servants, you had the whole nine yards. However, you missed your older sister, Charlie. Your father hadn't even bothered to give you her number.

from a very young age you were coddled. You got everything you wanted, all of Hell was yours for the asking. One day Lucifer was strolling through Lu Lu World and he spotted the biggest duck plushie he'd ever seen as a prize for winning the hardest level of the game. Instead of actually playing though, he smacked some money on the table and motioned to the duck plushie and the clerk gave it to him. He knew it would be a wonderful birthday present.

life around the Morningstar manor was quite enjoyable. You got everything you wanted, you had servants and bodyguards watch your every move, it was the closest to Heaven you'd ever be.

Asmodeus

you were adopted as a baby by Oz and Fizz, and they adored you from the start. They bought you educational toys, stuffies, anything a beautiful baby girl could need.

as you grew older, you became more independent and Fizz feared you would go on a rebellious streak. Oz wasn't worried though, he knew how to put you in your place with a steady hand and proper punishment.

so the night you snuck out to one of Bee's parties and didn't come home until 3 in the morning, Oz banned you from Sinstagram and all other social media for a month, as well as a two month grounding from leaving the house to go anywhere. You thought it was unfair, and that showed Asmodeus that he was taking good care of you.

Beelzebub

your mother called you her wild card for a reason. You stayed out late, you hung out with boys you didn't know, you were a handful. Because Bee was the most unfit parent given her Sin, she got help from other demons.

Satan taught you respect, Belphegor taught you patience, etc. The other sins helped raise you, while giving Bee the room she needed to show herself as an active mother in your life.

don't worry, Vortex wasn't left out of the picture. He was much more stern to you than Bee was. He was willing to punish you, he didn't care about whatever tantrum you threw. But you loved him, he was strong and steady and had a firm hand in guiding you in the right direction.

Belphegor

Bel is usually just nodding off, either from her narcolepsy or because she was coming down off something. So you essentially did whatever the hell you wanted.

you lived a carefree life. You hung out with the wrong crowds, did the wrong things, etc. Like your mother you experimented with party drugs but you passed out and woke up in an empty parlor room. This was when you learned that drugs may be a bad idea.

it took a hard lesson to straighten you out. You snaked your way up to Satan late one night and tried to seduce him. Being an adult you could do that sort of thing. Instead of laying it on you he used his fear factor to shake out a little of your hubris. Sort of like the show Scared Straight.

Leviathan

like your mother, you were a two headed being. As such, you were the most popular kid in high school. Everyone wanted to be your friend, the nerds were helping with your homework and schoolwork, etc. However, you were the sort of girl to only hang out with the other Sins' daughters.

your mother always taught you to walk with purpose, how to have the girls begging for tips to be more like you, how to have boys clawing each other to get a chance to ask you out, though the answer was usually, if not always, a resounding no.

you were one of the most behaved daughters. No one had to worry about you coming home on time or who you were hanging out with. You were the model child, and the other daughters were, well, envious of this.

Mammon

you kept his accent but not much else. Mammon is a money hungry, gorging, sadistic asshole who expects his employees to be the commercial brand of fuckable. You were glad Glitz and Glam replaced Fizzarolli, he didn't seem happy doing the clown business anymore.

you were old enough to fend for yourself so he sent you off on your own. His robot Fizzarollies had practically raised you in his stead, so you had no issue making distance between yourself and him.

you had the top independent streak of the daughters. The others, both younger and older, looked up to you in respect for your lack of a father figure, and some wanted you to help them become independent like you.

Satan

you were a daddy's girl for sure. At only a human age of 6, you were innocent and sweet, the exact opposite of Satan. Despite that, he rocked a "#1 Dad" shirt when he had you with him in public. He didn't want any sick deviant thinking they could steal away with you and survive.

the other Sins and their daughters adored you, and how kind and sweet you are. Satan's therapist suggested he take a lesson from you and try to be more sweet, but it just wasn't in his blood. He was a Sin for God's sake, and he was the law, he couldn't coddle those who broke demon law.

regardless of that, he coddled you and made you sweeter than blueberry pie. You had horns like his but those of a female imp, of which he adored. He'd often hold your hand or carry you places. He was very protective of you and if you so much as tripped and scraped your knee he'd be screaming for paramedics.

though he knew you would develop a rebellious streak when you got older, he trusted that he raised you well enough to know what you should and shouldn't do, and he could only hope the best for you.

[avocado-writing]

Please if I may request either short fix or HCs for reader patching up both Logan and Wade after they've come back from a fight?

for you, bel? anything.

The smell of antiseptic cuts through the usually cosy air of the kitchen, sharp and chemical. Logan remains unmoving, a statue of a man, except for his eyes - they follow you round as you work. 

“Hold still,” you say, as if he’d do anything different. He doesn’t even twitch as you press the cotton swab to the gash on his cheek. You can see it begin to heal up, flesh knitting back together like yarn. 

“You don’t have to do this,” he says, eventually. Heavily. Like he’s some sort of burden for you to tend to rather than a partner for you to love. 

“Mmm, I know,” you reply, waiting for the wound to finally close and sealing it with a kiss; tasting the bite of rubbing alcohol there. “But I like taking care of you. And you were grouchy last time you got an infection.”

He opens his mouth to try and find a retort to that but, of course, you’re right. You’re always right and this is a fact he must come to terms with. 

Satisfied at his compliance, you lean over to kiss him. 

“I’m gonna touch you with it.”

“Fucking don’t, Wade.”

“He wants to be your friend, and you’re so callous and heartless as to reject him?”

He’s tormenting you. Tormenting you with his tiny regrowing hand. You take its horrid little wrist and push him away, holding back a shudder as you feel it physically regrowing in your grasp. 

“I swear on my fucking life, I’ll take the other one if you don’t stop.”

He goes to argue, but there’s a dangerous glint in your eye that suggests you might just do it, so instead he sits there and sulks. 

You know why he’s being like this, though: it’s because he’s bored. He would be. It’s no fun sitting here as you pull shards of glass out from the meat of his thigh, but if you don’t there’s a chance his skin will heal over them. Last time that happened he accidentally stabbed you with it mid-fuck, and he was nonstop apologising for a month. 

So, really, this is for the best. To try and sate him you reach over and press a kiss against his lips. He pauses for a second before cupping the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. 

“Thanks for not using the little hand,” you say, when you finally break apart. 

“He’s still upset,” Wade replies, but he’s smiling now. 

“Mmmm, he’ll survive, I’m sure.”

[allastoredeer]

It's kind of funny to think that when Lucifer points out to Charlie that they have the same blood, it's clear that Lucifer has golden blood due to being an Angel, while in battle we see that Charlie actually has red blood, probably due to being the daughter of the first human/sinner woman, which ironically makes her even closer to Alastor just on a visual level.

Another thing I love about that song is that Lucifer stresses that he will support her, but always focusing on material things and the use of his power. While Alastor, the manipulative bastard who knows everyone's weaknesses, brings out all the bonds and emotional support he's given Charlie just by being there from the beginning, how they've become friends, how he makes her laugh with his jokes, he even hugs Niffty, and all that "corny" stuff is what Charlie really appreciates, but she has no interest in material things.

Ooooh! Good point about the blood! In that aspect, she could be more closely affiliated with sinners than Lucifer or the hellborn.

Also, that's what I REALLY love about Alastor and Lucifer's song, because your right! Lucifer is focusing on all the things he can get her. Material items. Which is exactly where he went wrong.

Charlie is the princess of Hell, I'm pretty sure she has no problem buying anything. Lucifer may be able to snap things into existence, but that's not what Charlie wants. It's not what she needs.

Alastor, on the other hand, is observant as fuck. He was with the Hazbin crew for only a week before he pegged Charlie's daddy issues.

It is also very interesting that in this photo Lucifer is in the spotlight with his back turned to Charlie, and Charlie's body language is so hurt and closed off, she's literally on the brink of tears. I'm just saying, I don't think we give Charlie's feelings about her and Lucifer's relationship more credit. We tend to focus more on Lucifer's emotions and that is such a shame because LOOK at her. Charlie is not okay.

Charlie wants connection, support, and community. She wants someone to be proud of her. She wants someone who is reliable and involved.

And Alastor knows that and, when you think about it, he HAS done that.

Look at Charlie's face when he tells her he's happy to "fulfill all her bizarre request."

Requests. Not just poofing items into existence.

We've already seen examples of Alastor being involved with the hotel and doing things that Vaggie and Charlie ask him to do, such as taking the egg bois with him, sitting in on Charlie's exercise's, making a commercial, building a new wall, dealing with clogs--and I imagine he's done a lot more over the 6 months that he's been there.

(Also, not to go off topic but Alastor's back arch oh my god??????)

Look at her face when Alastor say's that she's an "impressive young lady" and that they're all "very proud of her."

He didn't even need to say "I'm proud of her," it was "we're proud of her."

It makes me wonder when the last time Charlie heard those words. Did Lucifer and Lilith ever tell her they were proud of her? I looked through the episode transcripts, and there wasn't a single time Lucifer said "I'm proud of you", even after they rekindled their relationship.

I think it's something Charlie has wanted to hear for a VERY long, and hearing it from Alastor (who's as close to a father figure as she's had, I guess), I can't imagine how much that meant to her.

Also note Charlie's face when Lucifer interrupts them to request he meet her other friends.

Charlie wants emotional connection. She doesn't want Lucifer to come in and fix all her problems, she just needs a little help. She wants his support. She invited him to the hotel so she could show him what she was working on and how much things have improved.

And let's be honest here, Lucifer went to the hotel for purely selfish reasons.

He didn't go to listen to Charlie's pitch or even consider helping with it. He already said no about setting up a meeting with Heaven and he went into the hotel already believing it wouldn't work, with no intention of keeping an open mind.

He missed Charlie and went there only to see her, which isn't altogether bad! He missed his daughter. That's fine. But by all accounts it was a selfish decision that he made purely for himself. It was to benefit him, not her.

And I think, on some level, Charlie expected that.

So when Alastor swoops in saying all the right words, knowing exactly what Charlie wants (because he's been paying attention), knowing that she doesn't need material items but emotional connection, you know, I can't blame her for looking the way she did, and I'm not surprised it sent Lucifer head-first into a whirlpool of insecurity.

Lucifer went wrong by trying to "buy" (for lack of better term) his way back into Charlie's good graces. I don't think he meant for it to come off like that, but the whole basis of his "i'm a better dad than Alastor" argument is "look at all the things I can get for you," "look at all the ways you can benefit from my status" and "we're blood-related."

Whereas Alastor's was "here's all the things I've done to help and support you," "look at the times I've been reliable" and "you've already made a found family here, you don't need a biological one."

I'm sorry, but going by the song? Yeah, Alastor kind of beat Lucifer in the dad category.

Doesn't mean he's an actual, loving, and supportive father figure to Charlie LMAO, but by all accounts, he's checked the boxes.

[rabbitindemun]

I was supposed to do one sketch a day for the whole month, but GGHHAH- I was blocked.. and I couldn't draw much of anything the entire time but MAY-BEL IS NOT OVER YET at least not on my country's time Such an amazing and lovable character deserves so SSOOO much, but at least this is better than nothing love and hugsss to everybody MABEL'S SUPREMACY WOOOOO-

[hkthatgffan]

I really hope someone takes over and hosts The month of May-bel this year. As much as I would love to host it again, I just no longer have the same free time I did then to do it :'(

Let's not forget this month

Credit thatgffan on Instagram spread the word of may-bel

[hkthatgffan]

The Month of May-bel 2024 has officially ended. I wanna thank all the artists, fanfic writers and more who participated this year.

This time, the response was amazing. We had so many people on here and on Tumblr contribute. It was amazing to see this 10 year old image from an event Alex held long ago be redone. You all did an amazing job.

I say each year this is the final year of the event I'm hosting and then end up not. But who knows what 2025 will hold. I don't really have plans to keep this account even running into 2025 this much, so we'll see.

But if this is it, thank you for letting me have the chance to host this event for now 5 years. From my GF Amino days to now on here. You all are amazing.

Thank you again, everyone <3

Mabel Pines Forever!

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[xxnashiraxx]

Snippet Sunday 🩸

I have been so busy these past couple of weeks and have not had a chance to post on a Wednesday, but making up for that today!

Thank you for all the tags over this past week, guys! Especially to @obsessedwhyyes @vividiana (I SAW YOU POST YOUR FIC, I'M ON THAT) @deadly-diminuendo @heylittleriotact @andromedaancunin @emmg -I hope I got everyone! 🖤

Here is a little snippet from Chapter 18 of With Stars to Fill My Dream! I'm a few words shy of 10k and I'm still not done 😬 Very close though! I still intend to post the chapter this coming Saturday, so I'm just juggling the ending since it was supposed to cut off at a certain event, but if I add that this chapter may turn into 15k and I don't think anyone needs a 15k chapter lol, so 19 will have my big cool secret that I'm excited to write!

Anyway! Here is just a bit from the creche! 🖤

A bump to her back shakes her out of the rapid devouring of self-hatred spreading into every cell in her body, stumbling and almost collapsing onto the ground below. “Watch it,” Astarion hisses, pressing up more firmly against her once her knees steady. “What are you-” “Draw your blade, we’re being surrounded.” “What blade? I have a goddamn knife, in case you haven’t noticed,” “It’ll be close combat soon enough,” He bites back bitterly. With cruel acknowledgement, she realizes he’s right, and she holds her dagger defensively, the feel of Astarion mimicking her stance as they lean on each other for support sending waves of confidence and dizzying uncertainty sparking through her veins. The pair of them really aren’t suited to this kind of punishing rhythm- the dance they weave teetering in and out of their favor with each blow and evasion. Constantly shuffling feet, ducking, and bending lend a kind of bizarre grace to each cohesive attack. He stabs, she parries. He parries, she stabs. A month ago, she’d been shaking in her boots at the prospect of some stranger following her through a dimly lit alley or confronting her for money. Now? She’s slashing her dagger and catching a chunk of githyanki ear in the cheek, sputtering and spitting the metallic liquid from her mouth onto the ground below. “Here, you need something,” Ofelia tosses over her shoulder, knowing he’ll hear her over the loud grunts of a woman who constantly swings her spear- as if she’d be lucky enough to land a successful hit on their cunning rogue. Ofelia presses the hilt of her dagger between gritted teeth before deftly swinging her lute to the front. It takes her but a moment to recall the spell, and the blink of an eye to choose something appropriate. Whether by her estimations or the surrounding enemies, she isn’t sure. Quick digits splay over the neck of the instrument with a prowess stemming from years of habitual repetition. The tune she defaults to when lost in thought—its weeping melody and slapping of skin to wood—floods her brain with familiarity. Like an old friend, it caresses her ears with a comfort long and lost. Emboldened by the teal magic that sinks into his pale skin, Astarion makes short work of the soldier before him with only the loud tearing of sinew and tissue being ripped from bone to indicate her termination. Ofelia turns to him, blood covering his face to paint his gaunt features in a shadowy mockery of the one she knows best. Polluting her thoughts of him, he does nothing but stare. If she’d been of clearer mind she would have paid more attention to the Inquisitor out of his periphery, elbows thrust backward as he lines his blade up with Astarion’s abdomen. “No!” She juts her hip out to knock him off balance, lute lowered in a measly attempt to block the blow. Aged wood and rusting strings do not, a proper shield, make.

If you're wondering what Ofelia strummed, yes it's the guitar solo from Bulls in the Bronx 🤙🏻

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[loverwebs]

The Perfect Pair

Pairing: Bella Ramsey x Costar!Reader

Synopsis: After playing Ellie and Riley, you and Bella answer the internet's most asked questions.

Word count: around 1,100

Part Two

Just like any other highly anticipated series, The Last of Us press tour consisted of traveling and interviews. The entire experience being incredibly glamorous and exciting for the cast.

On one of the last few days leading up to the premiere, Bella and Y/n were paired up to answer the internet's most asked questions.

Despite her role for the show being limited, Y/n continued filming in Canada for a movie after wrapping as Riley, which gave her and Bella the opportunity to spend even more time together since Bella didn't finish until a few months later.

The duo would often visit each other's sets and had countless sleepovers, constantly posting the other during their time together.

That being said, they already knew what the internet thought of them. It didn't change anything, though.

They knew they were close.

A little too close.

"Unlike the other boards, this one has questions for both of you." Bella's assistant explained towards the end of the interview, handing the last board to them. "Whenever you two are ready."

Bella cleared their throat before peering at the board in their hands, "Are Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n..." She looked at the camera through squinted eyes before proceeding.

"...still friends?" Y/n finished off once the sticker was peeled.

"Phew," Bella pretended to wipe sweat from their forehead, meanwhile Y/n dramatically placed a hand over her heart to show relief.

They knew what the question was implying.

"This may come as a surprise to you all, but we actually aren't," Bella deadpanned.

"It's true," Y/n chimed, picking at her nails in an attempt to seem uninterested, "I'm being paid to be here."

"Me too. I despise her so much," Bella grinned.

"Yeah right," Y/n nudged her, preparing to peel off another question from the board. "This one says... How did Y/n and Bella meet?"

"We met a few weeks before filming this little project called The Last of Us," Y/n started. "Maybe you've heard of it. It's not really well known or anything."

"It's remarkably underrated," Bella added with humor.

"Absolutely," Y/n gave an amused smile. "Best day of my life, though. I was so nervous."

"Were you really?" Bella raised a brow, "Because I remember it a bit differently."

"Oh my God," Y/n groaned, turning to face the camera. "You see, I kind of talked Bella's ear off the whole time."

"Kind of? Darling, I couldn't get a word in the entire night." Bella giggled.

"I'm sorry!" Y/n whined. "I just thought you were really cute. I talk way too much when I'm around cute people." 

"Then you must still think I'm cute," Bella teased her. "Because you always go on and on when we're together."

"Moving on!" Y/n sighed. "God, you're so annoying."

"You love it," Bella shook with laughter.

"Hold still!" Y/n laughed as well. "Bels, I can't read them if you're moving! Okay... This one says—oh wow. Y/n L/n and Bella Ramsey kiss."

"My goodness," Bella bursted out in giggles once again.

"That's not even a question," Y/n gave the camera a look whilst fanning the brunette, attempting to calm him down. "Someone needs to get fired for that."

"I'm assuming they meant to ask if our characters kissed on the show." Bella glanced at the crew members skeptically.

"This interview will come out after the episode airs," someone assured them.

"Oh! In that case, we did kiss, yes," stated Bella.

"Our characters did." Y/n clarified, smiling at her friend.

"Well, we kissed. But for the show, of course."

"Completely professional."

"Though we had to do it quite a few times." Bella added.

"Because someone kept 'forgetting' their lines. Definitely not on purpose," Y/n teased them.

"Wow! Way to throw me under the bus there," she pretended to be offended. "I see how it is, L/n."

"Just saying," Y/n shrugged smugly, fingers tugging off another strip.

"Did Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n play The Last of Us?" Bella read. "Not really…I mean, prior to filming we were told not to play it, but Y/n/n and I tried to get through some of it recently."

"We didn't get very far though. Even on the easiest mode, it just never ends well." Y/n grimaced.

"Yeah, it's tough." Bella agreed. "Neither of us are gamers, so we wind up eating snacks and playing a film instead."

"Which is way less stressful!"

"Is Skipper Y/n L/n's or Bella Ramsey's dog?" Y/n said, struggling to flick away the sticker from her fingers.

Bella immediately noticed and tried helping her, but it ended up getting stuck on both of them, which earned him a small giggle from the girl.

"Despite what Y/n says, Skipper is my kid." Bella announced, successfully placing the long sticker on their chair.

"But she likes me more. I birthed her," Y/n joked.

"I won't lie—she does like to cuddle Y/n/n quite a lot. I think she gets that from me."

"She definitely gets that from you. I like when all three of us cuddle, though." Y/n smiled at the fond memories, "Anyway, I'll settle for the title of being her second mom."

"That works," Bella chuckled. "We'll co-parent her."

"Bella Ramsey and Y/n L/n laying on each other," Bella read through a heavy laugh. "Again, not a question."

"There's a thing called needing body heat, people!" Y/n said defensively.

"Right! Because Canada is incredibly cold. If you were filming in our conditions, you'd do the same." Bella spoke, hiding their face behind the board.

"Yeah, we had to stay warm somehow." Y/n added, her face heating up from the embarrassment of this topic coming up.

"Are we done now?" Bella peaked, "I feel like we've revealed a lot in this ten minute video," they joked.

"Right?!"

"I think that's it," one of the assistants said, laughing along with the team behind the camera. "And we're already shooting, so you can just give us an outro and we'll wrap this up."

"That concludes our Wired Autocomplete Interview!" Bella yelled at the same time Y/n chanted, "Thanks for watching!"

They shared a laugh, then looked back at the camera before continuing, "Make sure to check out The Last of Us." Y/n said when Bella rested their head on her shoulder.

"It's streaming right now on HBO Max," they pointed out.

"Now, if you'll excuse us, we're gonna go make out!" Y/n joked, running away from the camera-frame with Bella, hand in hand.

Part Two

[crispy-kiss]

Today's yap: Commedia dell'arte & Gay subtext; Why is Közi dressed as the Pierrot in Verte Aile?

I've talked about this on Twitter a few months ago but since it is now banned to me i'll post my thoughts here as well. Hear me out.

First of all, let's just summarize the plot: Gackt and Judith are a happy couple who live with the nobleman Kami, Judith's brother Yu~ki and Mana, a maid/prostitute. Everything was fine until Gackt dreamed that a misfortune would befall them. Worried, he and Judith go to visit a fortune teller who, after a blood pact, warns them that they are cursed and Judith will die. Gackt gets depressed and spends his days at the bar lamenting the inevitable. When Judith finally dies, Gackt is left with the regret of not having enjoyed the time he still had with her.

There is also a subplot involving the hooded man and the book that leads to Gekka no Yasoukyoku PV, but that's not the focus right now.

You see, the Pierrot is originally a Commedia dell'arte character. It was an improvised form of theater, the shows took place on improvised stages and carts, the actors using whatever they could find around. The plot of the plays usually revolved around stories of lovers who could not stay together or master-servant relationships. the actors wore masks to play their characters, which were usually the same regardless of the story. Here are the three most relevant ones: Arlecchino, Colombina and Pierrot.

The most popular script involving them is simple: Pierrot is in love with Colombina and writes letters to her in secret, as he doesn't have the courage to confess his feelings. Then he gets his heart broken when Colombina gets with Allerchinno, who is more charismatic and flirtatious. Basically a love triangle.

Now, what does this have to do with Verte Aile?The thing is that there is also a love triangle, although more subtle. Gackt, Judith and Kami, I wouldn't say Kami is in love with Judith though, but with Gackt.

Notice that while Kami's character is in the spotlight, he's always looking at the couple, especially at Gackt. His expression is not one of joy though, he looks upset. And just like Pierrot, he does nothing but watch.

back to Közi, in his pantomime play is interesting to note how the soundtrack gives us clues about the characters' feelings. The scene begins with Közi performing a cheerful song, we have a close-up on each of the characters watching the performance and then... when the camera stops on Kami, he is gazing at Gackt and the music becomes melancholic.

Közi then simulates crying in his performance and cut his wrist, which Kami also did soon after that.

Also, Közi was wearing a mask that he took off just before he cut himself. Kami is the only character to appear wearing masks after this (Bel Air PV.) The mask may symbolize the feelings he was hiding the whole time.

I believe Közi's Pierrot symbolizes Kami's feelings for Gackt. seems very plausible to me, since it's not the first time Malice Mizer includes queer elements and Gackt participated in the script writing. If you know him you know he includes BL in his works quite often.

If you don't like this theory, you can also just say that Kami was in love with Judith. But I honestly don't see him paying any special attention to her during the movie. So it's up to you! Maybe I'll write more another day. ^3^

[jamespotterismydaddy]

Attitude Adjustment

cregan x reader smut

TW: smut, brat taming, cockwarming, madhandling, rough sex, degrading

word count: 1,894

A/N: for bel hehe

It has been two months since you and Cregan were wed but the marriage is not a happy one. You were betrothed for political reasons, as is the fate of most royalty, but you never grew comfortable in the North. It felt confining and dragons were not made to thrive in the cold.

You are currently at a feast in celebration of his sister, uncle or whoever’s nameday it was. You couldn’t care less. It is a lovely excuse to get drunk and piss off your husband.

He looks at you with discontent from where he sits at the table as you dance with some lord. You dance with many lords at celebrations but never with him, and you always have this expression of boredom on your face when he asks. The dress you wear shows off your cleavage nicely and is in a deep Targaryen red, he wants to burn that dress. It isn’t the cut of the gown that bothers him, but the way that the drunken lord is looking at what it reveals. Perhaps he is feeling extra jealous tonight or perhaps this lord is getting closer than the other ones do. He watches the both of you as you dance, his eyes drawn to the image like a moth to a flame. 

You can feel his eyes burning into the back of your head. You don’t even care to be around lord whatever (he is proving to be a bit more handsy than you would like to put up with) but you do enjoy making Cregan mad.

The issue arises when the lord’s hands begin to wander with intent. His fingertips should be at your waist but they have fallen to your hips. You may be tipsy but you’re not stupid, you can feel how they’re about to go lower.

Cregan can see how his hands move as well. He can see how you try and shift them to an appropriate place and how you’re starting to look uncomfortable. He can feel himself burn with anger and jealousy as the man’s hands travel lower.

“It’s all right, your husband need not know.” The lord whispers in your ear and you can smell the alcohol on his breath.

“Excuse me?” You push away from him but his hand lingers on your waist, trying to keep you close.

Cregan tries not to slam his hands down on the table as he stands. He makes his way over to the both of you swiftly and puts a not so friendly hand on the lord’s shoulder.

“I suggest you get your fucking hands off my wife before I gut you like a pig.” He speaks calmly, almost like it is a suggestion, but the hand that lies on the pommel of his sword says otherwise.

“I-I… uh.” It isn’t long before the lord stumbles away and you find that you are clinging to your husband’s side.

“Are you alright?” He looks at you sincerely, you don’t miss the flash of hurt in his eyes when you step away from him.

“I’m fine.” You grab a goblet of wine from a passing servant and down it. You go to move but you stumble, causing Cregan to grab your arm to steady you.

“Let me assist you back to your chambers.”

“No, I wanna dance.” Your words are slightly slurred, you may be drunker than you originally thought.

“You can dance more another day.” He begins to lead you by your waist and manages to just get you out of the great hall. “Let's  get you to bed.”

“Hmm…” You look up, thoughtfully and he can’t imagine that you’re thinking anything good. “You’re gonna have to catch me first!” You say excitedly as you take off down the hall in the opposite direction of your chambers.

“Y/N!” He calls after you as you sprint away from him. “Come back here this instant!” You never found yourself being an obedient wife.

By the Gods. How is she so fucking fast? He thinks to himself.

You giggle like a little girl as you run, holding up your skirts so that you don’t trip but you know he is gaining on you. So, you do what anyone would in such a situation, you pull off your shoe and whip it at him before taking off once more.

He narrowly avoids the shoe that was soaring towards his face, dodging it just in time. You may have slowed him down but you also pissed him off.

“You little brat.” Cregan curses under his breath as he catches up with you.

You squeal as you feel his big hands around your waist. “Nooo!” You squirm in his grasp.

“Fine. If this is how you want to act…” Before you know it, you are being hauled over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.

“Cregan, put me down!” You pound your fists against his back as he begins to walk to your chambers.

“You’d best stop that before I make you regret it.” He warns and you huff, letting yourself go limp over his shoulder.

When you get to your chambers, he sets you down on your feet and you stumble again as the blood rushes your head.

“You shouldn’t get so drunk all the time. It gets gossip going around about our marriage.” Cregan scolds you and you glare back at him.

“Like it isn’t all true.”

“It doesn’t matter what's true. Perception matters and it is being perceived that you will dance with any man at any event as long as it isn’t your husband.”

“That is because I will.” You know you sound like a child but you’re also a little drunk so you cut yourself some slack. This doesn’t help the fact that he’s finished with your behaviour.

“You’re just a spoiled little princess, aren’t you?” He steps closer to you and his eyes darken. You say nothing as the heat rises to your cheeks.

“What?” You manage to squeak out like a little mouse.

“I said you’re a spoiled brat.” He brings his finger to your chin and tilts it up so you have to look him in the eyes. “Perhaps it’s my fault… perhaps I don’t fuck you well enough?”

“I-I…” You don’t know how to react. He has never spoken to you in such a way before.

“That must be it. I’m far too gentle with you. Don’t worry, baby, i'm gonna turn you into a good little wife.” His tone feels far too kind for the words he is speaking. “Is that what you want?” You nod in response.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, husband.” And with that, his mouth is on yours.

He slams you hard against the wall and you can almost taste the aggression on his lips. He kisses you feverishly as your hands fall to his hair, gripping his curls. His hands roam your body, groping every part of you roughly as if there is fire running through his veins. He pinches your thigh and grins wolfishly against your lips as you gasp, giving him the opportunity to force his tongue into your mouth. He can feel your soft little hands pawing at his tunic as you try and lift it up. He breaks the kiss long enough to pull it off and his lips go to attack your neck. He nips and sucks on it and he hears your little whines of ‘ah ah ah’ as you practically fall apart in his hands. He turns you around and pushes you against the wall once more as he works at the ties of your dress.

“This is what you wanted, huh? Wanted your husband to treat you like a common whore.” You whimper in response.

He quickly manages to get the dress off your body and wastes no time with the corset, choosing to rip it off with his bare hands. This leaves you in only your chemise.

“On the fucking bed.” He demands of you but you just stand there, trying to process everything that is happening.

Cregan rolls his eyes and simply grabs your waist, lifting you as if you are lighter than a feather before laying you on the bed.

“Sorry.” You mumble timidly.

“It’s okay, my sweet wife. Just gotta show you who’s in charge.”

He doesn’t take your chemise off, instead hiking it up as much as he can so it’s bunched up above your chest.

“Oh.” You gasp as he kisses your soft tits, leaving marks all over.

“Get your small clothes off.” He says as he sits up and unbuckles his belt.

You make quick work of pulling off your underwear as he pulls his breeches down just enough to release his hard length and if it’s possible, you blush harder. You realise that you have never actually seen it before, usually closing your eyes as you perform your duty. You didn’t know how long and thick it was.

He easily pries open your thighs to look at your soaked cunt. “What a wet little cunny. I won’t even need to prepare you.” He teases and you pout.

“You’re mean.” He laughs at your words.

“Oh i’ll show you mean.”

With that, he slams himself into you all at once. He is more than brutal as he thrusts in and out of you animalistically.

“Not so bratty now, are you? You just needed your husband to fuck that attitude out of you.” He smirks at your face which is screwed up in pleasure. “Say it. Say you needed this.” He demands.

“I j-just… needed my hus-band to… fuck me.” You stutter out, not able to speak properly each time Cregan’s hips slam against yours.

“Good girl.” He praises and he takes both of your legs, throwing them over his shoulders. You didn’t know it was even possible for him to hit you deeper and you moan loudly at how good the new angle feels. You feel his fingers fall to your pearl, rolling it between his fingers as he completely splits you open on his cock.

“Oh, Cregan!” You moan out his name as you feel the head of his dick hitting your cervix, you never knew it could feel this good.

“You like that? Are you gonna cum for me, princess?” He slams his hips against yours harder.

“Yeah…” You breathe out.

“Beg me for permission.” He says as he rolls your pearl between his fingers harder.

“Please, husband. Please, please.” You whine and he laughs at you again.

“Go on, my sweet wife.” With his permission and how he pinches down on your pearl, you feel that coil of pleasure that was winding in your tummy snap. You whisper his name like a mantra as he fucks you through your high before letting his hips come to a staggering stop and filling you to the brim with his seed. You both catch your breath for a moment before he rolls over, taking you with him so that you’re lying on his stomach and his cock is nestled nicely inside of you.

“You did so well, baby.” He draws gentle circles on your back. “Did I hurt you too much?” He asks, a tender look in his eyes.

“No… I liked it.” You find yourself getting flustered and you hide your face in his neck.

Perhaps this marriage won’t be so bad.

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