#mims is so darling

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

What happens in the Apothecary... doesn’t stay in the Apothecary.

When the Core 4 return on the Isle, Harry is just finishing his shopping in Maddy’s Apothecary. It is only natural he decides to steal their bikes and run. It is... probably less natural that Maddy decides to join him and Gil on the ride.

I borrowed Malvina from @tiredflowercrown cos I’ve got plans for this and I think Audrey and Chad would have absolutely marvelous time babysitting Malvina Mim.

Harry stalks through the hovering shelves of Maddy’s Apothecary, idly pushing the odd item just slightly out of its proper place, and only raising the corners of his mouth in a parody of smile when darling Maddy hisses at him. 

Gil sighs as Maddy’s hisses slip into ancient curses – probably – and Harry doesn’t know what’s the fuss about, really.

He’s gonna pay.

Eventually.

Probably. Maybe.

But even so: Uma is not there to see. Uma is not there, and so Harry hardly finds it in himself to care.

He blinks away the memory of her and sweeps away a little package of poisonously coloured candy; it lands with a dull thud. (It doesn’t break and shatter, scatter all around. He isn’t suicidal enough for that, is he?)

„Oops,“ he says with approximately no regret in his voice as he grins at Maddy.

Fine, so maybe he was lying earlier, but can you blame him? There’s no one to hold him accountable for his lies. No Captain to answer to.

For that thought, another package joins the first one on the floor, and a phial disappears into his pocket. He doesn’t bother reading the label.

Gil says something that must be an apology to Maddy, who in turn points to the rules scrawled violently vivid over the grim wall.

We do not give first aid.

We do not give refunds.

Do not ask about correct doses, do not ask about opening hours.

Keep your relationship problems outside. 

Harry giggles: As if Maddy would actually throw him out, what with all the profit he’s been making her lately.  She’s a bitch, alright, but she does have a mind for business, that she does.

She screeches something that sounds suspiciously like „Go have your existential crisis somewhere else and stop sulking about your non-existing love-life in my shop,“ and Harry slips another vial into his pocket.

And he won’t be paying – that’s just what she gets for the love life comment.

Cold-hearted bitch.

Harry gives it a moment of consideration and sneaks another – different – package into his pocket. Maybe if he mixes all this stuff together, it’ll be worth a damn. Worst case scenario, it kills him, and considering his current predicament, Harry figures there are worse things.

He figures not to push his rotten luck any more and disappear the english way before Maddy notices the disappeared proviant; he turns to Gil to tell him so.

„We’re–“ he says before he notices unusual movement outside. It’s barely recognisable through the cloudy, scratched window, but Harry knows a traitor when he sees him. Not that he could mistake the red-black-white of the youngest deVil anyway, no one’s clothes shine like that on the Isle.

Disgusting, if he can say so.

He twists his features into a smirk as he finishes a different sentence than he started: „– going on a field trip!“

A heartbeat of silence, and then: „Maddy, darling, you should join us.“

„And why the fuck would I do that?“

„Also, where are we going?“ adds Gil.

Well, Harry is only too happy to explain: „Oh, why. The traitors are back. They just run by on bikes – we’re gonna nick them and we’re gonna be out in a nick of time, we’re gonna find Uma!“

„Amazing,“ deadpans Maddy, insultingly unimpressed, „Go do that and get the fuck out of my shop.“

Harry blinks as the possible scenarios shift through his mind and no, no, he can’t just jump out there and expect his Captain to do all the work. He ought to figure out some means to find her; he zeroes on Maddy. 

She’s magical, innit, she could find Uma–

She could find Uma, and therefore she must go. He tuts in response to her crude comment and raises on hand: „Oh, sunshine. We can get out. Out is Mal. And magic,“ he raises both of his hands, as if weighting the words, „Mal. Magic. Perfect revenge.“

„…I’m listening,“ allows Maddy reluctantly.

„Amazing,“ Harry states with such amount of poison it rivals some of Maddy’s substances, „Now lets hitch a ride and get the fuck out of there.“

He stalks to the exit, Gil half-a-step behind, but Maddy’s voice stops him.

„Wait.“

Great, what the fuck does that harpy want now?

„Malvina!“ she screams at the top of her lungs, „Move your bones and get up there this instant.“

A scrawny figure scurries just barely into sight and Maddy pulls her into a ray of light. The child blinks in confusion as Maddy says „We’re going out,“ with a decidedly nasty smirk.

Ah, that’s terrific. That little bloodsucker is coming along for the ride – Harry glares at the Mims and mutters curses in a language he thinks the kid doesn’t understand yet though Maddy does, and he makes sure she hears, too. 

She only smirks more as she says: „And if you complain, Hook, I’ll curse your mouth shut so bad not even your beloved Uma will be able to fix it.“

Harry sneers at her. He‘s sure Uma could fix it. She might just decide to wait for that a little bit.

And either way: „Let’s go, there’s no time to loose.“

„No time to die like today.“

„Cheers.“

[arrows-unofficial-ocs]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐌𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 + 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐕𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐝 𝐎𝐂𝐬!

(tagging a few who have consistently shown interest in my descendants ocs: @welcometotheocverse • @dancingsunflowers-ocs • @littlebvtterfly • @rose-of-oz — hope you don’t mind)

officially introducing my revamped/redesigned and new disney’s descendants villain kid ocs! some are familiar versions of old ocs, some are brand new, and others are a complete redesign of old ocs! there are three other posts like this coming — the revamped radcliffe siblings, the royals, and the non-royals! most of them take place in a parallel story to the main plot or between movies 3 and 4!

Trevor Jasper Badun • he/him • son of Jasper Badun • Ian Radcliffe (oc) ship • Joe Locke fc

The youngest of the Badun cousins, Trevor is also known as the weakest. He’s got a soft heart and as such, has never been included in any of the villain kid gangs… unless you count him and Dex Tremaine as a gang of two. A common target for those looking for an easy mark. Trevor is easily taken by a sob story. He’s very willing to stand up for those he loves but tends to let people walk all over himself. Does not mean to fall hard and fast for one of the identical Radcliffe boys… but he does. Has a tendency to gain crushes easily — previous ones include Harry Hook and Carlos De Vil.

Zelie Facilier • she/her • daughter of Dr. Facilier • Alexander Darling (oc) ship • Zendaya fc

The eldest of the Facilier siblings, Zelie has always been a bit of a loner. She preferred to keep to herself. Has a “don’t mess with me” vibes that keeps pretty much everyone except Asa Mim at bay. The least forgiving Facilier sibling. She loves Freddie, Celia and Felix but thinks that they forgive their father too much. Sarcastic AF. Low-key terrifying half the boys and some of the girls on the Isle. Low-ish self-esteem. A degree of eldest daughter syndrome. The black cat to Alexander’s golden retriever. Loves Alexander so much that it hurts and scares her. Comes to Auradon between movies 1 & 2.

Wyatt Murphy Gothel • he/him • son of Mother Gothel • Iris Hercules (oc) ship • Curran Walters fc

The eldest child of Mother Gothel, Wyatt hated her. He’d hated her ever since she’d tried to steal his youth when he was twelve. And ever since he’d heard the story of Queen Rapunzel, Wyatt had secretly hoped that the truth of it would be that she wasn’t his mother. He had no such luck though. On the Isle, Wyatt generally kept to himself or was accompanied by Percy C. McLeach and Reva Khan. In between the first and second movie, Wyatt is asked to go to Auradon Prep where he meets Rapunzel’s children… and the eventual love of his life, Iris — daughter of Hercules and Megara.

Reva Khan • she/her • daughter of Shere Khan • Percy C. McLeach (oc) ship • Charithra Chandran fc

Technically a tiger. Wears a tiger themed charmed bracelet in order to inhabit a human form. Prefers being human to being a tiger. “My father is the worst man alive and I am his favorite daughter.” Does not like her father but she is his favorite. Born December 1998. Is a triplet (as tigers most commonly have three cubs in a litter) with a younger sister (Megan Suri fc, possible background Gil ship?) and a brother (fc tbd). Has been best friends with Percy C. McLeach since she was five and his father captured her, her siblings, and her father. She’s been in love with him almost as long but cannot bring herself to admit to him. She’s heartbroken when he’s asked to go to Auradon Prep in between movies 1 & 2 and she’s not. Sneaks out in movie 3 to find Percy.

Gabriela Kronk • she/her • daughter of Kronk • Audrey Rose ship • Belissa Escobedo fc

The only child of Kronk, it’s often questioned why Gabriela and her father are on the isle. She’s too peppy and kind and sweet for the Isle. Which is probably why Elisa Sumac named herself Gabriela’s protector. She feels that she doesn’t need a protector, but she loves Elisa too much to say anything. Gabriela is also friends with almost everyone. Unlike Trevor Badun, she doesn’t let herself get taken advantage of. Gabriela goes to Auradon post-movie 3 and falls hard for Audrey… even after learning of the young woman’s past. If she’s being honest, it’s probably all the more attractive for Gabriela.

Percy C. McLeach • he/him • son of Percival C. McLeach • Reva Khan (oc) ship • Felix Mallard fc

Once a poacher, always a poacher. It was a saying that fit Percy’s father almost too well. No animal on the Isle was safe from the terror of Percival C. McLeach… and neither was Percy. His only friend for many years was Joanna the Goanna and Percy loved the egg-stealing lizard as no one was interested in befriending the son of the most notorious poacher on the Isle. Percy’s first real friend came with his father captured Shere Khan and his triplets. A disaster had occurred in which Percy befriended a daughter, Reva. Then came his friendship with Wyatt Gothel. So when Percy and Wyatt are selected to attend Auradon Prep between movies 1 &2, he’s shocked to say the least… and saddened to learn that Reva was not selected. He may or may not have been falling in love with her.

Asa Mim • he/him • son of Madam Mim • Jean Radcliffe (oc) ship • Ryan Potter fc

Shapeshifter. The second eldest of Madam Mim’s four children — has two full siblings, Kenji and Hana, and one half-sister. Also has a niece who’s in-between Kenji and Hana age wise. Bit of a loner. Enjoys being around people but didn’t vibe with like 90% of the kids on the Isle. Doesn’t really want to be evil. He has some magic too, beyond the shapeshifting but that’s usually where he uses his magic for. His shapeshifting animals are usually green the way that his mother’s were usually purple. Goes to Auradon between movies 1 and 2 and worries that he’s letting down Kenji and Hana. Opposites attract with Jean Radcliffe but that actually have a lot in common.

Elisa Sumac • she/her • daughter of Yzma • Chad Charming ship • Paris Berelc(?) fc

Gabriela Kronk’s best friend and protector. Often underestimated. Fond of magic and potions thanks to her mother. Definitely enjoys using the animal potions that Yzma avoids. Closer to Gabriela and her father than her own mother. Often watches people as she believes their actions represent their true motives. Meets Chad after movie 3. She may be demisexual but Elisa knows a good-looking man when she’s one and that Chad is. Has a bit of an “I can fix him AND make him worse” vibe. Doesn’t hesitate to call Chad out but also sees that there’s something underneath and that is what really intrigues her. Rivals/enemies to friends to lovers.

Dex Tremaine • he/him • son of Drizella Tremaine • Santiago Madrigal (oc) ship • William Gao fc

Dizzy’s younger brother by 11 months. The only boy out of six children. Drizella’s favorite child… much to his frustration. His relationships with his sisters are strained due to this. One of only two grandsons of Lady Tremaine. Trevor Badun’s best friend. Closest to his sister Dizzy. Tries and fails at being popular on the Isle. A mess. Always trying to make people laugh. Refuses to let anyone change his hair color. He likes it being black. Not necessarily invited to Auradon after movie 3 but refuses to let both Trevor and Dizzy go without him. Has proper full-on gay crisis in regards to Santiago Madrigal and that’s how he realizes he’s bi. Trevor is the first person he tells.

and these are all the villain kid ocs i currently have! some will be familiar, others won’t. like mentioned above, there will be posts with the revamped radcliffe siblings (with trevor’s boyfriend officially getting a name!), the royals, and the non-royals!

[yanoverload]

DEUS, AIKO É TÃO HSHEKEJSJSJN E O DESENHO DELA É TÃO BONITO AAAAA

Eu quero tanto cuidar dela e encher de beijos e ser 1000X melhor que o merda de seu ex marido. Posso até imaginar que esse era o plano do/a/e darling todo esse tempo, fazer o marido dela trai-la pra poder ficar com ela para si(definitivamente é isso)

Aiko merece ser tratada como uma esposa mimada que não faz nada e só recebe amor o dia inteiro❤️

(translation:

GOD AIKO IS SO HSHEKEJSJSJN AND HER ART IS SO CUTE AAAAA I want to take care of her so bad and shower her with kisses and be 1000X better than her shitty ex-husband. I can even imagine that this was darling's plan all along, to make her husband cheat on her so he could keep her for himself (that's definitely it) Aiko deserves to be treated like a spoiled wife who does nothing and only receives love all day long❤️)

I KNOW..... This might sound self centered of me but I make my ocs with ideas that make ME drool, I'm glad it makes you guys go nuts too

Aiko is my dreem woman.... I would do everything for her.. except murder, but she does that on her own.

MIM DÊ PAPAI ROUBEI ESSA IMAGEM OK

[fairytaleintheupsidedown]

→ Imagines que serão postados aqui no tumblr, não irei postar em uma ordem cronológica, e sim conforme minha criatividade permitir 🫶🏻.

→ Pedidos abertos, sim irei postar imagine de Stranger Things também. Tanto dos personagens como dos Atores, então mandem pedidos

→ Irei atualizar a lista conforme os imagines forem postados e novas ideias surgirem ou quando chegaram pedidos

→ imagines contendo "revamped" do lado, são imagines que foram editados e reescritos, sim o original foi feito por mim mesma.

Divisor feito por @/strangergraphics

What If The Way You Hold Me Is Actually What 's Holy? / Zayn Malik imagine (Postado dia 28/01)

I Wish I Didn't Love You, But I Do / Louis Tomlinson pedido. (postado dia 19/03)

Darling, I Know You're Here To Stay/ Harry Styles Imagine (postado dia 18/02)

I'm So Much More Than Just A Friend To You / Zayn Malik (postado dia 27/03)

Mr Perfectly Fine / Louis Tomlinson (revamped) (postado dia 30/03)

Still In Love With You / Niall Horan (revamped) (postado dia 09/04)

We'll Have A Son And We'll Give Him A Sister / Harry Styles (revamp)

Miss You In A Heart Beat / Niall Horan (revamped)

I Want Your Belly And That Summer Feelin' / Harry Styles

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Fourteen) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13...

MiM Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @belaballs @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TWS: drama, yelling, crying, death mention, dueling mention, gun violence mention, mentioned infidelity, and angst.

[[A/N: Drama, have you ever wanted a man to duel over you??? Well, you just might get thatttt, you'll have to see :)))!!! Also, I know I promised The Nurse next, but my one true love regency drama got in the way. I'm so sorry!!! But soon, I swear. Enjoy this, for now, ly all <3 ]]

You hadn't heard it from him. That was what had bothered you the most, really, is that you heard through someone else -the whispers of the street. They had graced your ears before he had even stepped to tell you.

Your Headmistress was frozen, words that you couldn't hear echoing through the air and it almost felt like the entire square froze. Like the world had frozen right as your heart stuttered in your chest, your ears ringing, and your hands were shaking-

"Darling? Darling-" Headmistress was all you could see -big brown eyes peering at you in a concern you felt was rather unmatched, "-hey look at me, will you? 'Can't have you fainting in the square-"

Her voice wasn't her anymore, rather, a sort of muffled noise in the back of your head. Your throat felt dry, and suddenly, it felt as though you couldn't breathe. Like your lungs were tied with a rope, and no matter how hard you tried, they would not fill. Something in your head spun and your stomach twisted -a fear that gripped you unlike anything else you'd ever been afraid of.

The words, although they seemed to be in a tone you knew to be gossip, felt so real -bouncing around your skull.

"There is to be a duel in two days' time. The Grimes heir and the man who captured the heart of his estranged wife! Just dreadful."

"A little late for such a battle, is it not?"

You didn't know the women who spoke them, all big hats and lacy dresses -any feature you could see didn't ring to be familiar. The two spoke as if it were nothing. As if he wasn't... As if that wasn't a life-

"I'd hate to be the mistress."

"Darling," you felt hands holding your arms -guiding you, "-let's return to the carriage at once, such trips can happen later-"

You couldn't even remember the purpose now, your mind a rather foggy place, and all you could really hear was the pounding of your heart in your chest. It was a heavy sort of thud that rattled your head, and your breathing could hardly catch up. Yet, the Headmistress's steps were sure and evenly tempered -quick as to not let anyone see you in such a state. There were already rumors about your family, they truly didn't need to know more.

Before you could truly blink, you were brought into the carriage -the door shutting effectively silencing your brain. The buzz of the crowd was now not overwhelming, and yet, you still felt as if the wind had flown out of your lungs. Like the ground had crumbled beneath your feet like your entire world had shifted-

"Y/N dear, please, breathe."

You blinked, swallowing, fingertips brushing against the cushioned seats -bringing yourself down. Each breath is a slow, deep inhale, and your nails push into the fabric to keep you there. To steady you, as the roar of your heart became timid in the silence -quiet.

"D-Did you know?" you asked -slowly and shaky, there was something in your throat-

"No," she answered quickly, "-no. I know I've done my misdeeds, but believe me when I say this... This is something I would've told you."

"Do you-" you started, "-do you believe there could be truth to it? Could he-"

"Stop, no. We'll get nowhere with such conspiracies," Headmistress shushed, sitting forward to open the door ever-so-slightly -speaking to the driver, you assumed, "-it's best we hear it directly from the source."

That brought you to now, the Headmistress guiding you by the arm up the stairs to the Grimes estate -her stance was one of anger, and each worker almost seemed to be widely avoiding the both of you because of it.

Her face had twisted into a rather sour frown, the wrinkles in her face more prominent than you had ever seen them - a heavy furrow resting upon her eyebrows. It was all pinched together -you could feel such frustration, and you were sure if she had not held you by the arm, you would've run in the other direction as well.

And it only pushed forward, through doors through startled faces and orders halted on their lips -you were quite sure you had seen Mr. Dixon somewhere along the mix. You weren't focused though, everything grew rather blurry as tears began to gather behind your eyes -you merely wiped them away. You couldn't give any extra thought to them. You had too much to think about, too much-

Headmistress pushed open the door to his office like it was a public ladies' room, like she had every right to be there and like it was her own. Her face had not let up a smidge, the sour look only grew more bitter by the moment -the frown pulled further down her face and her hand grasping you ever so tighter. Mr. Grimes startled for a moment, standing at his feet at the sight of you -almost like he couldn't help it.

His eyes dipped to your red cheeks, evidence of you crying, and you watched the flex of his hand -as if he wished to wipe them away himself. Something in your stomach twisted.

"Ms. Elisa, Ms. Greene-" he breathed out -something like concern hidden deep in his tone, "-a lovely surprise. If you would've let me, I would've walked the two of ya in-"

"Mr. Grimes," your Headmistress interrupted -strong and confident, unwavering, "-we have come upon some rather disparaging news. I wish to have you settle the truth of such things."

He stilled, slightly, a leak of his composure and you were certain it had gone under Headmistress's radar but it hadn't your own. You could tell such things, his eyes spoke volumes but learning his tics had been something delightful for yourself. It felt rather distant now.

Your mouth opened before you could rationalize it, "Headmistress? May I... May I speak with him alone?"

She paused, brown eyes turning to you -flickering over your figure, "If you wish to, of course, dear, but-"

"I wish to," you answered, frankly, the sniffle of your nose rather loud in such a thick layer of tension, "-I believe I shall ask him such things on my own."

"If you insist," Headmistress frowned slightly, before squeezing your arm once -comforting, and stepping aside, "-I'll be by the door."

She spoke only to you, rather cold to the man in the room, but you knew of her reasons. She was always stubborn in such things, especially with things considering you or your sisters. You, briefly, wondered how long it would take her to forgive such faults.

Mr. Grimes spoke first, a sort of desperate plea hanging out in the empty air, "Ms. Greene-"

You sniffled, wiping at the bottom of your eye -hoping to clear up what you had shed, "Mr. Grimes, I believe you know why I'm here."

There was a long silence then, as he merely looked over you and you saw his hand fidget over his handkerchief for a split second before falling to his side once more. He looked at though he itched to approach you then, to care for you. You truly weren't sure how to feel.

"I do," he responded -finally.

"Then," you cleared your throat from the biting back of a sob, "-you must know of what I'm asking."

"I do..."

"Tell me," you started, slow and you could already feel the tears build up again, "-Tell me if it's true."

He spoke, a low, tired tone, "Ms. Greene, I never intended-"

"Do you not wish me to believe it?" you questioned, the silence in the room a thick layer of tension draped over the air -it almost felt choking.

He faltered, "Ms. Greene..."

"Then, tell me it isn't true. Tell me that it's all made up and I shall believe you-" you spoke in a rising sort of pitch before it all fell once more -desperation edging along your words, "-But... I believe you cannot tell me such a thing is a lie."

Mr. Grimes remained silent then, eyes rather downcast and despite his standing, he still felt sunk in. Hiding, ashamed. Like he had known this was the outcome.

And... perhaps he did.

Something in your chest snapped, despite asking, you hadn't expected the answer, "It's true, isn't it?"

"He spoke to me soon after ya left my estate," he spoke, a sort of desperate sort of tone -explaining, "-wouldn't leave until I spoke to him."

"He challenged you."

"He wasn't..." he sighed, a deep sort of heavy one, "-I could tell he wasn't of a right mind. I should've refused to speak to 'im-"

"What of the children?" you spoke, it all sounded sort of hollow now, "-what of... What of me, if you... if you-"

"Ms. Greene," he hummed, carefully, slowly, "-I hadn't... I didn't believe anyone had heard him. I didn't- I hadn't answered, he wasn't of the right mind. And then-"

"Someone heard you," you spoke, gathering the path on your own, "-and you were proposed again."

"Yes," he continued -defeated, almost, "-and a man propositioned to a duel would be a fool to refuse."

"You would be an alive fool," you spoke, now close to him -hands itching to reach out, to feel him beneath your fingertips, warm, breathing, "-alive."

"Y/N, please."

"Don't," you relented, "-don't speak as if you don't have a choice. You do."

"It is a matter of honor," Mr. Grimes continued -heavy with purpose, "-and I won't 'ave my name dragged through the dirt by someone who I used to trust the most."

"You wished to marry me," your voice broke -something in you grieving, "-how am I to marry a dead man?"

"Y/N, I wish to marry you, presently. This does not change-"

"No, I-" you cleared your throat, stepping back a measured few steps -clearing your throat, "-I cannot be promised to a man who may be dead in a few days' time. You must understand my worry."

"'Course, I do," he answered, moving forward the steps you took back staying within your space, "-I... I cannot imagine."

"And yet," you responded -broken and angry, "-you instill such an experience on me. On your children?"

"Ms. Greene-"

"I just wish to understand," you hummed -something forlorn in your tone, "-but I'm not certain I ever will."

"It's not-" he started, before breaking off, "-I did not think of it 'at way, but you... I can't-"

"I love you," you echoed, "-and if I... It's too short, I wish to have it much longer."

"You will," Mr. Grimes spoke -desperately, "-you will."

"It's one thing to say and another to know, Mr. Grimes."

"Y/N-"

"No, I-" you cleared your throat -straightening slightly, and dabbing at your eyes, "-I have things to attend to."

"Please, don't leave on such a note-"

"Mr. Grimes," you spoke lightly -tears gathering behind your eyes, "-I love you, truly beyond belief. Stay alive."

"Y/N..."

"Please, I-" you breathed out -voice shaking, "-I can't... I can't stay here any longer."

Mr. Grimes opened his mouth, but you couldn't listen, not then. Mind running a mile a minute, your brain seemed to fuzz along the edges. You swore you were getting dizzy-

You merely curtsied and headed out of the office. You heard him, calling to you, but you refused to turn back -something in you ripped open and vulnerable, you needed to go home. And perhaps such a thought was selfish, leaving such a man begging for you to speak.

But, you couldn't. Not now. The weight of a bullet heavy on your brain, you couldn't look him in the eye with the possibility it might be the last time-

The last time, it bounced around your head and didn't stop. Even when the Headmistress rushed to your side -keeping up with your footsteps, even on the carriage ride home, even in your bedroom that night -staring upon the dark vast ceiling. Maggie was just beside you -comfortably asleep; you, on the other hand, tugged the blanket tighter around yourself.

Hoping for dreams of a berry basket and blue eyes, in a much simpler world. Just you and him in a market stall. Where had such thoughts gone?

[imagines-1directioner]

I’m here for you - with Liam Payne

Situação: marido!amoroso!Liam Payne x Leitora

Contagem de palavras: 1070

Sinopse: Quando S/N entende que o relógio da vida está acelerando, Liam se torna fundamental para acalmar a garota com seu jeito fofo e romântico.

N/A: Trouxe problemas da vida real para causar por aqui rsrsrsrs. Eu escrevo muito sobre vivências/sentimentos meus, e dessa vez escrevi um imagine leve mas com questões necessárias que acho interessante termos noção e entendermos que nossos sentimentos, assim como tudo na vida, precisa ir devagar. Esse ano tô reflexiva KKKKKKK Espero que gostem e me digam o que acharam! Ansiosa para saber a opinião de vocês, tanto sobre a leitura quanto sobre o tema! beijuuuuss

curte e reblogue o post para me ajudar 🫶

Já era fim de tarde quando resolvi preparar um chá de camomila. Precisava de algo bem leve e que de fato me acalmasse depois da bomba que recebi logo de manhã. Outra amiga do grupinho estava grávida. A vida está passando, voando para ser mais exata, e eu não havia me decidido qual seria a minha vontade quando o assunto é filhos. A situação em si me apavora. Muitas perguntas em minha cabeça, muitos medos, anseios, desejos… um tormento! E quando a ansiedade se instaura em mim, nem se eu quisesse muito conseguiria esconder.

- Fazendo jus ao chá da tarde inglês, darling? - sou tirada de meus pensamentos quando ouço a voz e sinto um corpo aproximar-se do meu.

- Uhum. - respondo sem muito ânimo, com os olhos centralizados na chaleira de vidro em ebulição. Lindíssima por sinal.

- Ixi, que que foi, hein? Tá tensa. - ele me conhecia bem, e pela postura fechada com braços cruzados era suficiente para entender que tinha algo de errado comigo.

- Nada não.

- Até parece. - Liam bufou fraco e deu a volta, ficando frente a frente a mim. - O que aconteceu? - fecho o olho esquerdo e chacoalho a cabeça como se dissesse “deixa quieto”, mas ele ignorou. - Brigou com alguém?

- Não.

- Brigaram com você? - o moreno consegue arrancar uma risadinha minha e novamente eu nego. - Por que você tá assim, criatura?

- Tô triste.

- Triste?

- E com medo. - resmungo, desviando o olhar para o chão.

- E tá assim por quê? - devagarzinho sinto suas mãos levantarem minha cabeça a fim de que olhasse para ele, para então acariciar minhas bochechas com o polegar.

- Casey está grávida.

- Mais uma?

- Exatamente! - talvez o meu receio também fosse o dele.

- Uau.. - a chaleira começa a apitar e logo desligo a boca do fogão.

- Tá tudo acontecendo tão rápido, tão depressa que eu não consigo acompanhar.

- Você quer engravidar também?

- Não! - falo em um tom mais alto enquanto pego a minha xícara favorita de chá, diretamente da Disneylândia, coleção da Bela e a Fera. Foi quando vejo a louça lúdica, colorida e fofa que minha ficha cai, a expressão muda e a fala volta atrás. - Quer dizer, eu quero.. mas não sei ainda se realmente quero. Aí, tudo muito confuso. - escuto Liam rir e ele vem até mim, envolvendo-me em um abraço apertado.

- A gente pode tentar, se você quiser.

- Esse é o ponto! - ele me solta e volto a preparar meu chá, colocando as ervas e água quente na xícara para infusionar. - Eu não sei se estou pronta.

- Não acho que as pessoas saibam que estão prontas para serem pais.

- Muitas delas planejam os filhos, Liam. - o silêncio significava a falta de argumentos. - Ao mesmo tempo que eu quero, eu não quero.

- E por que isso te chateia? É algo tão comum.

- Porque todo mundo que eu conheço está criando uma família. E eu tô aqui! - esbravejo e o moreno me encara com a sobrancelha arqueada.

- Amor, você está se comparando de novo. - tento esquivar da realidade tomando o primeiro gole da bebida após coá-la. - Você me pediu para te avisar quando isso acontecesse.

- Eu sei! - digo brava. - Mas é impossível não se comparar quando o mundo insiste em seguir certas fases da vida. Eu me sinto empacada em situações assim.

- Quem disse que é uma regra ter filhos para ser uma família?

- O mundo. - ele dá um sorriso como se eu tivesse dito uma bobagem e nega.

- Para com isso. Tá tudo bem você não querer ter filhos.

- Meus pais esperam netos, Liam.

- Claro, porque eles foram criados dessa forma, é inevitável. Mas e você? Você espera ser mãe? - fiquei pensativa novamente, coçando a cabeça em silêncio até sentir um nó na garganta. - Não encha esses olhinhos de lágrimas que eu não aguento. - seus braços envolvem-me novamente e ao seu toque eu desmorono ali mesmo.

- É muita pressão, amor.

- Eu sei, meu bem. Sinto muito por isso. - as mãos grandes afagam meu cabelo de forma carinhosa.

- Eu queria ser mãe, até entender que tudo muda quando isso acontece. E eu odeio mudança!

- Mas você sabe que é necessário.

- Para de ser clichê!

- Desculpe.. - a vozinha baixa me fez rir um pouco.

- Apesar disso tudo, deve ser tão gostoso ter um bebezinho só seu para cuidar, dar carinho, sentir esse amor diferente.

- Deve mesmo.. - o suspiro dela após a fala deixou-me ainda mais receosa sobre tudo. Eu não seria a responsável por destruir o sonho do meu marido.

- Você quer ter uma família, não quer? - ainda colada nele, olho para cima com o queixo apoiado em seu peitoral para que conseguisse enxergar sua face.

- Minha família é você, querida. - Liam deixa um selinho calmo em meus lábios. - Com filhos ou sem. - ficamos um momento em silêncio enquanto ele limpava meu rosto molhado com os polegares e colocava mechas do meu cabelo atrás da orelha. - Sinto que essa escolha pesa mais para você do que para mim, entende? - eu assinto. - Não posso te obrigar a ser mãe, isso não cabe a mim. Você é quem “sofrerá”. Eu sou o coadjuvante nisso tudo. - embora a ansiedade ainda fizesse parte de mim, um certo alivio invadiu-me ao perceber que escolhi o cara certo para ser a minha família.

- Eu te amo, sabia?

- Você é muito doidinha. - Payne solta uma risada e me beija.

- Viu..

- Hum..

- Você já me disse que gostaria de ser pai.

- Sim. Mas já tive a mesma crise que você.

- E o que você fez?

- Alguém muito sábia uma vez me disse que o melhor remédio para as crises é o dom da espera. - ele estava falando de mim e claro, eu sorri, enxugando as novas lágrimas que caíram, agora de emoção. É, eu estava na TPM. - É difícil, extremamente difícil. Mas com o tempo tudo vai fica mais claro. - ele me acalma. - Não precisa decidir agora como vai ser o seu futuro só porque as pessoas que te cercam decidiram os delas. A vida não é uma competição, benzinho.

- E se quando eu achar que agora é a hora de engravidar não dar mais tempo?

- Você está muito acelerada. Acalme-se antes de tudo, respire fundo e só então você terá discernimento para escolher qual rumo tomar.

- Essa espera me agoniza.

- Mas eu tô aqui para minimizar está angústia, seja do jeitinho que for. Nunca vou sair do seu lado. - de fato o cara perfeito!

- Eu te amo mesmo, sabia?

- Eu também, babe.. amo profundamente!

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[hannahhook7744]

Do you think the BDA members would keep a journal and/or a diary?

Ace McCard of Wonderland:

By choice? No.

By force via school assignment that he never bothers to touch after the fact? Yes.

Avalon Mim-Knightley of the Isle:

Yes.

But it's mostly full of everything she knows about the Mims and her imagining what her relationship with each and every member would be pre-meeting them.

She burns it after Maddy accidentally reads it.

Bill Cook of Wonderland:

Yes, but it's a handmade cook book with notes that tell just a little too bit about his life.

Chester Chatty of Wonderland:

Yes.

But absolutely nobody other than Ace and Red can read it because he writes in it upside down (messily) and in code, and half of the words are doodled over or smudged.

Chloe Charming of Cinderellasburg:

Yes.

She started keeping one after Chad did because she was itty bitty and wanted to be like her big brother (who mellowed out as an adult but at the time she didn't know what he was like to others in highschool). Anyway, she ended up enjoying it and now looks back at other old journals to see what she was like.

Though unlike the others she's very aware that others could potentially read it because Audrey told her about how others read and wrote in hers.

So she doesn't write anything too incriminating in there.

But she does very much write musings on Red, like you suggested in your own post and (before Red noticed her), she wrote about how jealous she was of Ace because she wanted Red to look at her like that.

(And after Red noticed her and Ace came back no longer having any romantic interest in Red, she painted over those pages so that absolutely no one could find out what she used to think of Ace).

Danny Stuart-Darling of Darling Coast:

Yes.

It has little doodles of Neverland, fairies, pirates, etc in it too (he also hides it in his wall).

Dee Tweedle of Wonderland:

Yes.

Though no one can really read it besides Twee because most of the words are smudged and there are splashes of ink/paint everywhere because she usually writes very fast due to her energy.

She writes in it no matter the emotion she's feeling even with her sharing her emotions with others.

Dora Dormington of Wonderland:

Yes but she usually ends up destroying the pages she writes in so that Twee (when she's working for the Queen of Hearts because not much other choice) and the Queen of Hearts can't ever read what she writes.

Mainly because she knows it'll probably be considered treason.

Eddie Balthazar:

A personal one?

No because he has absolutely no energy for that between going to school, taking care of his parents and the cats, his detective work, and all the various jobs he does to survive.

A shared one he and the BDA have as a 'bonding exercise' yes but he doesn't write in it often.

Edith Athanasiou of the Isle:

No, she thinks it's stupid.

Elle Athanasiou of Tirulia:

Yes, because it helps her keep a good hold on her temper/emotions.

She started keeping one as soon as she learned how to write because her therapist that her parents got for her after she was adopted suggested it.

Everlee D'Aquire of the Isle:

Yes, but absolutely no one wants to read it because of how scary some of the things she writes are.

(Her friends all learned the hard way not to read other people's journal, from her)?

Glauco White of Charmington:

No.

He doesn't really like touching paper more than he has to after the Evil Queen turned him into a tree.

Hadie Athanasiou of the Underworld:

He used to but he stopped because he kept accidentally burning it to ash when he got too upset/angry (like Lava Girl in 'The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl').

Harry Badun:

Both personal and shared, yes, because in his words 'detectives need dairies for improvement' and 'team bonding'.

Hermie Bing:

Yes.

She uses colorful ink and doodles all kinds of clowns, animals, and tricks in it and in the group's shared journal.

Jace Badun:

Yes but only when he's pissed off or writing in the group's shared journal.

Katy Pillar of Wonderland:

Yes and it's rather boring.

It also smells like smoke.

Khalil Hunterson of the Isle:

Nope.

He's not really interested in them.

Lada Haggins of the Isle:

Tried to do one but got bored half way through.

Lazarus Stromboli of the Isle:

Yes, but it's more of a dream journal than a regular journal/diary.

Maddox Hatter of Wonderland:

Yes.

It smells like tea and is mainly filled with ideas for inventions and rambles about Red's recklessness and his fears for her safety.

Miriam Monroe of the Isle:

Yes.

It's filled with rants about her mom, ideas about how her brother might be like as a person, and theories on who her dad might be, and absolutely nothing else.

Panos Imp-Coachmen of the Isle:

Yes but if you read it, it will give you anxiety because it's filled with his anxious ramblings.

Paro Imp-Athanasiou of the Isle:

Yes.

Panos accidentally read it once and had nightmares for months because it's mainly filled with Paro's fascination over the pain he can't feel and doodles of graphic horror movie scenes.

Red Hearts of Wonderland:

Yes.

It's filled with rants about everything she hates regarding Wonderland and her parents and her feelings for Ace (back when she had them) that turned into feelings for Chloe.

You can pin point the exact moment she realized she was into girls (Chloe specifically) in the diary.

Reza Vizer of Agrabah:

Twee Tweedle of Wonderland:

Yes.

He writes both a personal journal that is filled with all the random ideas he has, things he wants to learn about, and past traumatic experiences and takes part in the team bonding exercise that is having a team journal.

Shan Deja of the Isle:

Yes but it's only filled with descriptions of fights she and the other have been in.

Yes.

It helps her keep her emotions in check, which when she was working for the Queen of Hearts she definitely needed (especially with Red frustrating her like she did, even though it wasn't really either of their faults).

Zuri Crocuta of the Isle:

Yzla Sorcerer of Enchania:

Yes.

She writes in both the team journal and a personal one.

In her personal journals she complains about Zevon's antics, how they drive her mother crazy, how much she hates her grandmother and her aunt, how much she misses Lil Yaz, how worried she is for Zim and Zam, and how complicated her feelings regarding her father (Cedric)'s work are.

Not really.

She didn't really learn how to write until she got to Auradon because her mom couldn't teach her how to do it with her hands, and none of her team mates or mentors thought to teach her since she didn't go to school.

[zmarylou]

the chronicles of carter; baby, you're all that I want when you're lyin' here in my arms I'm findin' it hard to believe we're in heaven. ((FLASHBACK))

@silencehq

Nunca era fácil se despedir de Carter, principalmente quando o semideus tentava convencer Mary a ir em menos missões. Embora ela entendesse a preocupação de seu amado, ela não podia virar as costas a seu pai ou ao peso que ser filha dele carregava. Como provaria ser digna de tal bênção se não se voluntariasse prontamente para toda e qualquer missão? Independente de quão perigosa ou longa, a ruiva sempre estava pronta para o desafio e voltava com mais uma honra para o chalé número 1.

A cada despedida, Carter a segurava por mais tempo, tentando, com um olhar intenso e preocupado, fazer com que ela reconsiderasse. Ele sabia que a determinação de Mary era inabalável, mas o medo de perdê-la era constante. Mary, por sua vez, sentia um nó no estômago ao deixar Carter para trás, sabendo que ele sempre estaria esperando por ela, torcendo pelo seu retorno seguro. Naquela noite em especial seus olhos pareciam mais atormentados, a Beckett se deitou na cama do namorado lhe fitando com um pequeno sorriso nos lábios.

"Você sabe que eu sempre volto, eu vou tomar cuidado carinho, você sabe que... parte meu coração te ver assim." mordeu o lábio inferior levemente sabia que ele estava tentando esconder o que sentia, mais ver-lo tão cabisbaixo quase lhe fazia repensar se de fato gostaria de ir.

"- Eu sei, eu sei, eu não to tentando te convencer a ficar eu prometo eu só..." o suspiro cansado escapou dos lábios de Cárter, ele caminhou até a cama repousando sua mão sob o rosto da ruiva. "Você é tudo que conheço, que tenho e que amo Mary, não espere de mim conseguir fingir que a cada segundo que você estiver lá eu vou estar... aqui, eu não posso te proteger daqui, ou te pedir pra ficar, eu sei que não é justo, sei que você faz por seu pai, por seu chalé, mas eu não consigo evitar de pensar que..." a voz do semideus era rouca, continha uma certa hesitação.

"Você não precisa se preocupar, eu vou sempre voltar, nada vai acontecer, você sabe que eu sei lutar muito bem, você me ensinou metade do que sei, eu vou tomar cuidado e vai ficar tudo bem." Mary disse com o intuito de acalmar o coração do outro, Cárter entretanto parecia mais consumido ainda por seus pensamentos.

"-Até quando Mary? Quantas vezes você acha que você vai voltar? Quantas vezes você já não voltou caindo aos pedaços, quando você vai conseguir dizer ok, eu fiz o suficiente e não sei, eu nem sei o que eu to querendo dizer, eu só preciso mais uma vez lhe pedir... implorar, por favor, não me ponha na posição de precisar viver sem você." ela assentiu prontamente, dividia do sentimento que ele falava visto que o conhecia por basicamente toda sua vida.

Mary se sentou na cama e segurou as mãos gélidas de seu namorado, beijando carinhosamente as mesmas tentando lhe dar algum conforto. "Eu prometo que vou voltar carinho, você não vai precisar viver sem mim, eu to aqui." encostou a testa na do outro, perto o bastante para sentir a respiração dele, o amava com cada fibra de seu corpo e sem ele sequer sabia se poderia sobreviver, o conheceu durante seu quarto ano no acampamento e desde aquele dia Cárter havia se tornado como o oxigênio para a Beckett.

"- I love you baby, and i know it might not look like right now but i am so so proud of you, I am sorry." respondeu finalmente um pouco menos tenso roçando os lábios contra o da filha de Zeus.

"I love you so much more, and you don't need to be sorry, if you only knew how much I love you, you'd be sure I will come back, I know it darling." os lábios macios de Mary-Lou selaram-se ao de Cárter. "Hold me before I go?" pediu e viu o outro assentir quase de imediato sentindo a quentura do corpo alheio lhe esquentar; não existia qualquer criatura nos céus, terra ou submundo capaz de lhe manter afastada dele.

[sillyachillean]

Quick intro post!!

Hii! I'm Spence, 23 year old trans guy from the uk. I thought l'd give this a go, I run a nsft blog here too which will be tagged below but I do enjoy indulging in more wholesome posting on occasion.

This blog is inclusive to all mim/minb/nblm folks or anyone who is masc identifying and loves masc identifying people. As I am trans myself some posts will be catered towards trans relationships where others will simply be past aimed :)

This blog will not include anything inherently sexual however I would ask anyone be over 16 at least, I am 22 however so if you are under 18 and/or your age is not in your bio I will not return any attempts at interaction

Cis men can interact however please be respectful of any trans centred posts I make/share or you will be blocked, this blog is a safe place.

Also please be aware I have my darling boyfriend @pinkdollyboy and I am only interested in them so while I will respond to dms please do not come into my DMs expecting anything more than friendly conversation.

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[sagesolsticewrites]

updated poll! 🥳

Thank y’all so so much for your feedback, it’s a huge help to me and i truly appreciate it! If you have any questions or want to know more about these fics/what I’m writing, just ask! I love talking to y’all 💕

(more info about these fics under the cut!)

1.) Glen “Superset” fic: based on this title idea my dear friend Mims @mariposa-mila sent in for my 1 Year Blogaversary Celebration earlier this year!

2.) Returning to my Elvis roots with a Elvis x Dixie two-parter based on some of my favorite Taylor Swift songs (with many hugs to Shawni @austin-butlers-gf for yelling with me about Elvis and the Blue Moon Boys and Taylor ily bestie 💕)

3.) A Steve Harrington x Reader fic based on Taylor Swift’s song Suburban Legends (yes, it’s angsty 👀😈)

4.) if you’d like to see something else, feel free to send me a request! I also have a collection of prompt lists in my pinned post if you’d like some inspo ☺️

[panthera-tigris-venenata]

4. “Do you…well…I mean…I could give you a massage?”

Harry x Uma

Not the exact quote, but the spirit is here. Just some Harry/Uma moments, it’s good for the soul.

Maeve Mim is an OC of @tiredflowercrown which I borrowed (along with the Overgrowth as a whole), beacuse it’s funnier if the Mims keep doing things like this on purpose. Like, Maddy would also write a contract in a dead language, but, not on purpose exactly? She thinks it’s a perfectly normal language to use.

Also, I could have dragged this out longer, but then the semblance of a plot would be lost. Maybe I’ll write a bonus scene or something, who knows.

Uma is sitting  at her desk, numbly staring at the page before her. Trade agreement with Overgrowth or something. Gods forbid the Mims use any combination of languages known to humankind and/or currently in use. Uma is tempted to just burn the whole fucking page just to show them what she thinks of that attitude.

However, the Overgrowth controls the medicine market. Bloody bitches, the lot of them. And unfortunately, Uma cannot afford to leave her infirmary undersupplied

So she sighs, mentally cursing Maeve Mim and every single one of her cousins/sisters/ whatever they are – spawn of demons, anyway. She glares at the dictionary that refuses to magically show her the correct translation and rolls her shoulders back. Ow. Blame the never-ending shifts in her mother’s restaurant and the scuttles on the deck, the Serpent Prep when she bothers to attend– Just about everything, really.

„What’s it, Uma?“ Harry asks from where he’s seated over his own paper, watch assignments for the crew for the week, if she remembers correctly. Though he might have picked up something else, she has no idea how much time she’s wasted trying to translate this stupid treaty.

„Maeve is being a bloody bitch again, that’s what it is,“ she says.

„Oh,“ Harry answers, putting aside the paper and grabbing his hook, leaning forward a bit. „I can kill her for you,“ he offers.

She does her best to give him a stern look, pretty sure she’s failing at that. But can you blame a girl for not being at the top of her game when a boy offers to kill for her?

„We’re not even sure the Mim granddaughters are mortal, Harry,“ she says instead. She very much doubts that. Just as she doubts the existence of Mim daughters for that. Not that she’s too eager to know how the fuck these harpies spawned or what. 

„I could find out.“

She laughs at that. He certainly would like to try that, she is sure.

„The Overgrowth controls the medicine and drugs, Harry. Better leave them be. And if Maeve dies, who knows who would step up as a leader?“

„Maddy, probably.“ He has leaned back again, though he’s still playing with his hook absentmindedly.

„You wanna bet on it? With the Overgrowth and the Mims? They could put forth the mangy kid of theirs, just to fuck with us,“ she wishes she was joking entirely.

„Pff,“ Harry snorts, „I’m pretty sure that kid has rabies or something.“

„You thought CJ had rabies for at least half a year, Harry.“

„In my defence, darling,“ he drawls, „She kept biting us every time Ettie as much as suggested she should take a bath.“

Uma laughs at that, because what else could she do? Harry smiles at her amusement, still playing with the tip of his weapon.

She shrugs, intending for the gesture to stop the conversation; however, the movement sends an uncomfortable wave of pain through her shoulders and she can’t hold back the grimace.

Harry’s smile immediately drops. „You okay?“ he questions.

„I’m fine,“ she lies easily, even though he’ll see right through it.

And really, he just keeps staring at her with the forget-me-not eyes of his, and she can see the near-apocalyptic scenarios forming behind them.

So she gives in, almost as easily as she lied moments earlier, and she sighs: „I’m okay,“ she states again, „My shoulders hurt a bit, but I’m not injured. And,“ she adds with a glare at the dictionary, „Maeve insists on giving me a tension headache.“

If she can blame anything on the Mim bitch, she will gladly do so.

„You sure I can’t kill her?“ Harry sighs overdramatically and, no, she is not having this conversation again. She glares at him.

„Fine, then,“ he resigns, „Let me help you with the translation.“

She could, yes. But she would just end up going over it herself anyway, to make sure it’s all correct; she makes a face at the thought, curling her lip in displeasure. He must see it, too.

„You’re too much of a perfectionist, Uma,“ he informs her, as if she cared, „Just let me help you.“

„You helped already,“  she states instead, „Got me the book, didn’t you?“

He did, from Facilier’s Arachneum, the only semi-functional library on the Isle. She’s pretty sure bribes to the Faciliers were included – or maybe bribes to CJ, to keep the Faciliers occupied.

„But–“

„No but.“

He deflates from his argument, letting the Hook fall into his lap, and falls silent.

Uma peruses the pause to very usefully glare at the dictionary and rolls her shoulders back again.

The silence doesn’t even last long enough for her to actually pick up the work again.

„I could give you a massage,“ Harry says out of nowhere.

„What?“

„I could give you a massage, Uma,“ he repeats and gestures to her with the hook, „To help you with your shoulders, at least. You could even still work on the treaty, if you want to,“ he adds after a bit of a pause.

Uma thinks about it a bit: A massage sounds nice, actually. „Yeah,“ she agrees, „Go for it.“

He stands up.

„Alright. Take off your jacket, then Captain.“

She leans forward, shrugging off the leather.

„Would be best if you took off your shirt, too,“ he adds with a small smirk.

She protests at that: „Hey now, Hook! You’re just trying to get me naked!“

He shrugs, smirking even more. „Depends. Is it working, Captain?“

Instead of an answer, she throws the jacket at his face. He catches it, unbothered, and throws it carelessly on the bed.

„I’m so not stripping for you, Hook,“ she grumbles.

„Yet.“

And, you see, she really regrets having nothing else that she could conveniently throw at him without much damage or too much work lost. She settles for attempting to glare holes right through his brain.

He stares back for a heartbeat before surrendering and averting his eyes. „Sorry, Captain,“ he apologises quite easily, looking at her again, „May I?“ he gestures around, asking for a permission to continue.

„Yes,“ she huffs, though she’s only pretending the annoyance already, „Get on with it. And give me your hook.“

He moves behind her, already holding out the loop of the hook for her to take when he asks, why does she want it?

„I want something to hold,“ she answers, „And if I hold these fucking papers, I’ll tear them apart.“

„So you just want my hook to play with it.“ he turns the weapon around, the metal glinting over her skin.

„Yeah. I like it. Give it to me.“

„You like it,“ he repeats with a hint of disbelief.

„It’s nice,“ she shrugs, „Calming.“

He withdraws the weapon away, raising it to her eye level.

„This,“ he says, twirling it just so that it would catch the light, „Is a lethal weapon. You know that, darling, right?“

She does know that.

However, she said what she said, and she’s not taking it back.

She stares at him with her best rendition of innocent doe eyes.

Predictably, it doesn’t take long for him to give in: He sighs for the show and smiles so bright it almost makes Uma smile too.

„You’re one of a kind, Uma–“ he says and she can almost hear the sentence echoing around, cut short before he can finish it. She doesn’t linger on that too long, as he lifts the hook to carefully caress her cheek with its curve. Now she smiles.

She shots up her hand to meet the weapon and her rings cling on the metal.

Once she holds the weapon securely, he lets go of it: „Here you go, my dear.“

And then his hands are on her shoulders.

[neopronouns-in-action]

Requests not used yet:

Nat/Zahl/Quoz/Real/Complexself

Fey/dem/deir/(deirs)/demself

In progress:

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Neopronouns used so far:

ze/hir/(hirs)/hirself

vi/vir/vis/virself

card/cards/cardself

it/its/itself

ae/aer/(aers)/aerself

lu/luna/lunas/lunaself

de/dim/dis/dimself

zey/zem/zeir/(zeirs)/zemself

x/xself (secondary)

ne/rix/riv/rixelf (background)

sy/rup/rups/syrupself

mae/mer/mims/merself

zae/zaem/zaer/zaemself (secondary)

te/ter/ter/(ters)/terself

zae/zaem/zaer/zaemself (secondary)

ith/kir/kirs/kirself

kit/kitten/kittens/kittenself

ivy/ivys/ivyself

cy/cyb/cybryk

li/liself (background)

aix/(aed)/arix/aiv/aixelf

deq/dir/dira/diraself

they/them/their/themself (secondary)

ae/ryn/rynself

ze/zem/zel/zemself

ni/nir/niys/nirself

izi/(ito)/av/avi/(ka)/fiself

ky/shal/shalk/shalself

mys (background)

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an/droid/androidself

che/chim/chis/chimself, (primary)

xi/xir/xirself, (primary)

thi/hil/(hilz)/hilself (secondary)

xe/xim/xis/ximself

ze/zim/zis/zimself (secondary)

li/lia/lias/liaself (secondary)

Dy (first person pronoun, background)

neo/neos/neoself

tal/lyn/talyn (background)

ne/rix/riv/rixelf

heart/hearts/heartself

clo/loc/(locs)/clockself

ri/riv/rivs/riverself (secondary)

ey/vem/veir/(veirs)/veirself

su/[na]/uvu/lo/(ka)/zeda

hea/ler/(lers)/lerself (background)

xiy/rik/ix/sirav

hea/ler/(lers)/lerself

he/her (background)

fe/ir

they/them/their/themselves

ve/vei/veir/veirself

ivo/na/te/mehtiv

sie/sir/siris

meh/uto/utosir

an/dro/gyn/oid

xe/xir/xiv/xirix

li/lia/lias/liaself

fae/faer/faerself

rhe/rhek/rhel/rhellis

Hero/heros/heroself

ama/ranth/amarris

ki/kir/kirris

fir/nix/firris

mie/mym/myr/mirs/mirself

nae/nym/nyr/nymself

ghoul/ghouls/ghoulself

rot/rots/rotself

ŝi/ŝia/ (background)

de/ad/ath/adself

vamp/pyr/pyrs/vampself (background)

ghost/ghosts/ghostself (incidental)

bat/bats/batself (incidental)

thorn,thorns,thornself (incidental)

tech/techno/techs/techself (incidental)

ser/sera/raph/seraphim

pearl/pearls/pearlself

qua/tre/treself

joker/jokers/jokerself

cat/cats/catself

hy/hym/hys/hymself

pley/plem/pleir/plemself

shy/shyr/shyrs/shyrself

ty/tyr/tyrself

ay/li/yen/alienself

bek/birk/biakcu

vel/virl/vialcu

Ze/zer/zero/zeroself

ne/nim/nis/nimself

da/dar/darl/darkling

phi/phim/phis/phirself

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ne/nim/nis/nimself

he’er/him’mer/his’ser/him’mer-self

null/nulls (secondary)

thon/thons/thonself (secondary)

wi/vyr/vyrn/vyrself

skull/skulls/skullself

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hie/hin/hiz/hinself

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zo/zol/zov/zolself

drae/drem/draer/dremself

tei/tev/telk/tevself

ty/tyl/tyr/tylself

ex/exi/exil/exiself

rot/rots/rotself

shay

rhe/rhem/rheir/rhemself

sun/sun/sunself

lae/laer/laerself

ero/ilas/danajei

ido/eis/eiself

zal/az/azself

ae/ryn/(ryns)/rynself

sia/lia/lis/liaself

zig/zag/zog/(zogs)/zagself,

that one/that one’s/that one’s own,

ae/aeth/aetherself

shade/shades/shadeself

fin/fins/finself

rat/rats/ratself

kal/vir/vil/(val)/kalixir

rhi/rhim/rhir/rhimself

zim/zur/zimself

zim/zur/zam/zurak

xal/xalv/xallix/xalexir

nova/novas/novaself

grey/greys/greyself

she/shim/sher/shimself

faal/fala/faell/faelen/falself

zae/zaen/zaez/zaenself

dae/daes/daeself

za

av/afo/afi/afozasi

en/eta/ake/etazasi

cel/cele/cels/(celes)/celestialf

kui/kuip/kuiper/(kuipers)/kuiperself

dae/daem/daems/daemself

asp/asps/aspself

aster/asters/asterself

xet/xev/xel/xevself

moon/moons/moonself

ast/aster/asters/(asteroid)/asteroth

ke/keter/keters/(keteroid)/keteroth

xey/xem/xeir/(xeirs)/xemself

eth/eths/ethself

ey/em/eir/(eirs)/eirself

nox/nol/nor/(nors)/nolself

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mu/oz/ozself

xa/vo/co/(noh)/xavoconoh

[mostly-marvel-musings]

song anon here 😁

songs I think fit well with Where do we go from here part 2: Nervos de aço (perfect for part 1 as well), Na primeira manhã (Alceu Valença), As canções que você fez pra mim (Maria Bethânia), Costumes (Maria Bethânia), Sem ferrolho e sem tramela (Flávio José), Fera ferida (Maria Bethânia), A festa (Milton Nascimento, this guy's voice is perfect istg), Olhos nos olhos (Maria Bethânia or Chico Buarque - there's a YouTube video of them singing this one together, the image and audio quality isn't the best, but it's so so worth checking out! Chico's face when she sings "tantos homens me amaram bem mais e melhor que você"/"many men loved me much more and much better than you did" is everything!!!!!), Todo amor que houver nessa vida (Cazuza), Quero você (Maria Bethânia), Eu só quero um xodó (Gilberto Gil), Até que durou (Péricles. works perfectly for part 1. I recommend y'all check out the video of a youtuber called GoonyGoogles reacting to this song, his reactions are amazing haha).

also, a song I was listening to earlier today and realized it fits very well with Love me back to life: Réu confesso (Tim Maia)

hope y'all enjoy these songs 🥰😘

Ah there you are!!

This is fabulous. Thank you so so much for these recommends, my darling 🤍 I’m so grateful to have such wonderful folks here. These songs are truly amazing.

The Stark Squad appreciates you a lot!!

[rewh0re]

HIHI HANA ML HRUUU <33 your reblog made my day!! i love seeing you in my notifs mwahh (come to the dark side !!! live laugh love satoru)

MY SWEET DARLING BABY MIMS MIMI SWEETIE LUVVVVVVVV <33333 honestly I'm good but they kinda postponed my exam date so now my exams get over on 4th 🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡🤡 I LOVE SEEING U IN MY NOTIFS BAR ILYSM imy bbg and yes we all love satoru suguru (I don't discriminate)

[itsgrimeytime]

Magnolia in May (Part Twenty Seven) || Rick Grimes (TWD) x Greene!f!reader Regency AU

Parts 1-20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26...

Taglist: @loliakeoghan23 @curlycarley @queenie32 @mgparker

rick grimes taglist: @golden-hoax @mgparker

AVAILABLE ON AO3

Inspiration (in honor of Speak Now Taylor's Version): Enchanted by Taylor Swift.

Summary: Your town was small, not the smallest you knew, but anyone of high fortune was the gossip of the week. Predictably, Richard Grimes was a thing of whispers -rumors of a search for marriage among the grassy hills. You weren't one to buy into town gossip, but something about him... just seemed a little too intriguing.

TW: none.

[[A/N: Live for this gif, it's the epitome of mim! Rick, except Judith is a bit older. Thanks for reading !!! ]]

The buzz of the street was comforting, a bit like the bickering of your home dinners -Headmistress speaking, Maggie biting back, and Beth and Father merely watching on. It was much of the same, just on a wider scale -words being said but you didn't listen not as though you were at home.

The stalls were busy and the street even busier, and it felt like Alexandria.

"You're Ms. Greene," someone spoke, you turned to listen, "-Mr. Grimes's courting you!"

That day at the ball, he'd asked you to stand by him -at the center of it all. All the eyes on you had been unnerving, but being by his side was important -he'd requested you.

In his concern, he must've forgotten the gossiping.

"I am," you hummed, moving along the space with certainty.

"Are you of great fortune?" The woman asked, not quite young but not quite old, "-Or perhaps you're pursuing him for-"

"I'm pursuing him to pursue him," you interrupted, turning to face her with a seriousness in your tone, "-nothing else."

Her lips pursed, dark brown hair framed her face and blue eyes staring rather intriguingly -like you were a sort of wonder.

"You say such a thing so firmly," she spoke, tilting her head, "-Do you truly believe it?"

"I much more than believe it, madam," you echoed, a bit distant -this battle was one you had won before, "-I live it."

She didn't follow you after such a thing was said, but the whispers that followed you only carried. Each crowd formed around you as if you were infectious -swerving and eyes downcast.

Oftentimes you missed old Alexandria, like the day you met Mr. Grimes where you could exist in harmony -no one of note. But you supposed now that you were here, you couldn't wish to be back there. He meant far too much to you to wish before him.

Far too much.

At the thought, something in your chest warmed, and you found something claws up your throat -you turned back to the woman, the crowd really.

"I love him-"

It wasn't an explanation, not really, and sure, they didn't need to know such things. But something in you wished to say it, to get it out -to tell people I love him and he loves me. He wishes to marry me-

"-if you must know."

The rest of the day went by rather uneventfully, no one chose to speak to you out of turn -only whispers followed behind you like a gust of wind. But by then, you didn't truly care.

You hadn't thought about the papers, not then anyway, but looking back on such a confrontation -you probably should have.

"Look at this darling," Headmistress motioned the paper to you, "'I love him,' says the lady of such elite courtship. Further comments to Mr. Grimes were made but he merely smiled at such words. The ring of a proposal is upon our ears, certainly, it will be the wedding of the century."

You peered over the paper, "The front page, it's certainly not worth such importance-"

"I beg to differ, my dear," Headmistress hummed, setting the paper in front of your Father without much other thought, "-Mr. Grimes being off the market is sure to be news."

"Very true," your Father echoed, "-upon his visit to Alexandria, all that could be talked about was of him being a bachelor. Your courting is bound to make the papers."

"Yes, okay," you started, "-but my own words? Truly, they must be inconsequential-"

"Not in this case," your Headmistress shook her head, absentmindedly adjusting the pin of your hair -it was falling from the day's work, "-you neatly confirmed the seriousness of such a courting. That's news-"

"Yes, but-" you spoke, curious, "-How are they not to assume I am not longing after the man?"

"Well, because he clarified," Beth spoke, looking over Father's shoulder, "Upon further pursuance, Mr. Grimes said, rather happily, 'I love her.' Silencing the rumors of a rather morbid affair for the public eye, he gave us no further comment."

"Where?" you jumped up from your seat -gathered by your Father's side, "-Did he truly-"

And there it was, written in ink -a confession to farther than even Alexandria, he'd done it. He told the whole town that such affections were mutual, that was- That was-

"Darling, why are you crying?" she echoed, still fidgeting with your hair -she decidedly smoothed it down, "-You certainly knew such affections before, haven't you?"

"I did, I do," you gasped out between your breaths -smiling, "-I just can't believe he'd say such things for the whole town to know like he's-"

"Proud of you," Maggie finished, ducking in from upstairs, "-which he very well ought to be."

"Maggie-"

"No, she's right," agreed your Father, matching your eyes, "-He's very well lucky to court you, my darling daughter. Through it all, you still find love in your heart for him, and he's very well earned that."

"Oh, Father," you smiled, wiping at your tears and pulling him into a hug -hands wrapped around his shoulders, "-don't make me cry more-"

You supposed the next time you went out, you should've expected it.

"Ms. Greene," his voice echoed over the crowd, and you spun in place to catch him, "-lovely to see you, out and about."

Mr. Grimes was grinning, the kind of grin that had a sparkle in his eye -playful. In his arms was Judith -dressed wonderfully for such a simple occasion, and Carl was tightly to his side -still overdressed, but suited it lovely.

"You say that as though I'm not out every morning."

"You are?" He hummed, "-I should join you more often. Speakin' of, may we? Join you?"

"I'd love the company," you smiled at each one of them, lingering on Mr. Grimes if only a moment.

"Certainly you would," he echoed, biting down a grin.

Ah, you noted, that's what this is about.

"Yes, and tell me," you began, looking at him -suspiciously, "-What exactly are you out here for? Grocery?"

"I simply love the company."

"You are ridiculous, you know that?" You laughed, out loud -improperly but it was with him, so you thought it alright.

He shook his head, following you through the shops and stalls -you lingered by the chocolates only a spare moment. But of course, he noticed such longing looks -he always did.

"Sir," he spoke, and you nearly startled in place, "-may I receive some of those strawberries?"

"Certainly, sir," the man spoke with high respect, only meeting his eye.

"What do you need those for, Mr. Grimes?" You quirked, basket neatly rested in the crooked of your arm, "-Not dinner, I suppose."

"For you," he stated, matter-of-factly -extending out the bag to your basket and squarely dropping them into it.

"Mr. Grimes," you relented, "-I cannot accept-"

"A gift," he smiled, "-We are courting, are we not? Accept a gift on my behalf."

"You certainly cannot gift me everything I long for," you echoed out, fingers lingering on the little packet -you had always wished to try one.

"I can," he hummed, "-and will, if you allow me."

"Only a little."

Mr. Grimes laughed at that, loud and boisterous, and something in your chest warmed that such a noise came at your expense. It was almost as if every shop turned to you, unexpectedly, looking more than they already had.

You began to gather the groceries for the house, sticking by every stall neatly and avoiding when Mr. Grimes wished to pay. You had the funds, and you could buy them, so you would.

"Let me get somethin'," he started, sighing -a little exhausted you could tell.

It was just then, that you rounded in front of Mrs. Sweets's shop -new dresses, beautiful dresses lining the windows. You always loved this part of the trip, eyes dashing along the stitching, the color, everything. Your dreams of seeing such things on your skin were just that, dreams.

You stalled in place, stopping as you always did, looking through the windows and Mr. Grimes continued, not noticing the stop. Until a few moments later, he rejoined you -tight by your side, eyes dancing along your face as you looked on.

"You like to-"

"Look at the dresses," you finished, they each were beautiful, but something in your mind lingered on one from weeks prior -lavender with lacy finishes, and detailing you could never imagine to own.

"They are rather beautiful," he conceded.

You started, a little dreamy, "One week, I saw such a stunning gown," you sighed, "-lavender with a bit of lace at the ends of the sleeves. It was far more beautiful than anything I believe I ever owned."

"And?"

"And what?" You laughed, "-I could never buy such a dress, the detailing costs much more than you can imagine. Plus, I know each dress is one of a kind here, and it is far gone."

You reached out to touch the glass, as if it was still there and you could feel it between your fingertips.

"A woman much better suited found the same beauty in it I did, I assume."

Mr. Grimes was rather silent.

"Now come on," you hummed, undeterred, "-I've got run by Wheatley's for some dairy."

He merely followed behind, silently playing with Judith as you roamed around what was left -stalls and shops, Mr. Grimes kept reaching out to pay. You kept beating him to it.

Every time you lingered on something, however, he'd have it within his fingers in a snap -you'd ended up with a new lavender ribbon (it reminded you of the dress), a pair of shoes, and the chocolate strawberries. You allowed him only those three, despite your heart aching for many different things -you did not wish him to spoil you.

Perhaps, one day but not now.

Perhaps, when he married you-

You stuttered in your step for a spare moment, and the thought split into your head -when? Would he do such a thing soon? You knew he planned it-

"Everythin' alright?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed and head tilted down to speak to you over the buzz of the stalls.

"Yes," you hummed, softened at such a tone, "-I am well, just thinking."

"Anythin' you want to talk about?"

You smiled, reassuring, "It's nothing, Mr. Grimes, I promise. Just thoughts of no note."

He pursed his lips as to ask more, but someone interrupted him.

"Ms. Greene!" A voice echoed, not one you knew -a man who seemed to speak to you with intention, "-You are in the courtship with Mr. Grimes-"

He spoke it as though you didn't already know.

"Did you have anything of note to say?"

"To say to who?" You questioned, Mr. Grimes still tightly by your side, but at the moment the crowd seemed to block them off.

"The town of Alexandria," he clarified, "-Courting such a man, you must have lots to say. Perhaps, to say to those who don't get such pleasantries."

"Are you asking me to brag sir?"

"Certainly not," he hummed, "-just wishing to know more details. Has such courting been elite? Does he spend much fortune on you?"

"You must certainly know not to ask that of a lady, sir," you started, a little stiffened at such questions.

"I was born to ask questions, miss," he spoke, "-With the courtship of Mr. Grimes, you'd think-"

"Excuse me," Mr. Grimes spoke, gently, pushing through to join your side clearly.

"You'd think what?" You asked, genuinely, "-That my privacy is disregarded upon the courting of a man?"

"Well, a man like Mr. Grimes-"

That was when he stepped forward, Judith and Carl by his side -his hand intertwined with his son's and Judith within his other arm, "A man like me?"

"Mr. Grimes," he tensed, and something in you soured -he took him seriously, "-lovely day, is it not?"

"Are you not listening to Ms. Greene?" He questioned, rather intently, "-I believe her privacy being questioned is her own issue, yet you don't listen to her?"

"Well, sir," he laughed, a little nervously, "-She's a lady-"

"My lady," Mr. Grimes corrected, "-I ask you to respect that, respect her, certainly."

"I understand," he echoed out, "-I apologize-"

"Not to me," Mr. Grimes spoke, tightly, "-To her, speak to her."

The man, still nameless, turned to you, "I apologize for being so intrusive, miss, I request you forgive me."

"Thank you," you spoke, strictly, still not quite settled. Mr Grimes brushed his arm against yours -sleeve upon sleeve, and something in you calmed slightly.

You wished you could hold onto his arm, but both were quite preoccupied.

It wasn't long after that Judith fell asleep, blond curls snug against her father's shoulder and eyes squeezed shut. You found it rather sweet, keeping such an image safely in your chest.

Your eyes lingered over the three of them, they stood a few steps ahead. You realized it then, such a thing as today was a rather family affair.

The group waltzing along the stalls, together, you playing with Judith, quietly speaking to Carl and playfully bickering with Mr. Grimes -it was as though you belonged. Like you were on an outing with your family-

Something in your heart shifted.

Maybe you were. The thought settled along your shoulders, and you began smiling -watching the three of them step forward, all wandering along the stalls. You grinned, you liked this little family, liked being a part of it.

You wanted to be a part of it-

And just then, Mr. Grimes turned around, blue eyes fluttering across your face, "You comin'?"

"Of course," you whispered out -stepping forward to join his side, "-Of course."

Perhaps, you already were.

[cecexwrites]

so I am still very very slowly chipping away at my updated masterlist but I got a lot of the descendants stuff at least sorted. so here is a lovely little preview

Descendants - Young/Royal/Misfit -- Mollie Mim -- Henry Hook -- Blake Le Bete -- Cassim Ababwa -- Sterling White -- Chandler Charming - Once Upon a Dream -- Darling Pan - Red Riding Hood -- Scarlett Edon - The Beast -- Piper Piedman - Truly Wicked -- Gigi Gothel - Wasting Time with Rabbits -- Gal Legume -- Cedrick Facilier -- Quinn Queen -- Winter White -- Aleksander Westergaard -- Vasilia Westergaard -- Oonagh the Orange Fairy - Throne of Ice -- Adalie La Bete - In Deeper Waters -- Chloe Charming - Neon Gods -- Ismene Frollo - Charming -- Eramis Huntsman -- Grace Grump -- Ulrich Oceana - A Game of Malice --TBD

If anyone wanted to- ya know- ask about them... that'd be super cool.

No, but for real, it'd be cool to get some asks, keep my brain in the game.