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[teathattast]

for if i am not yours what am i?

[moraxussy]

You Can't Take One Without The Other

Damian Al Ghul x Twin!reader

Content Warnings: mention of the word "abuse", nothing major, and not proof read:3

Despite her seemingly cold demeanor accompanied by her unmoving stature. Talia Al Ghul is a woman—a mother that lets her hard shell peel open when it comes to what's hers—her children.

Damian Al Ghul, her prodigy, blood born assassin, but also her beloved son. So composed and calculated yet also holds a temper that it easily triggered. Trained to kill on the spot without mercy, the young boy is honed to secure any emotion that hinders his mission—the Al Ghul's mission. He was made to not let any other being get in his way, to use all means necessary as long as he's able to give expected results, preferably exceed them. Yet despite his killer instincts and apathetic front, he is a boy of value. He believes blood over all matters.  He cherishes his family to such a strong degree that he's willing to kill just to preserve and protect it. No outer force can sever his belief on this. But it doesn't stop at family. Damian adores animals and takes care of them unconditionally. It pains him to see any of those creatures hurt in any way. Which pushed him to pursue the path of veganism.

The Demon Prince, Heir to the Shadows, and Son of Assassins....

Damian Al Ghul

Damian may possess the prowess and talents meant to satisfy the legacy of Al Ghul, never forget his other biological half, his twin sister.

The youngest, Talia's sweetheart, her doll, and her precious killer. Her little girl, the same as Damian, trained to be the perfect assassin for their family's legacy and for the preservation of the world, isn't just a weapon, she is also a daughter she dearly loved with all her heart. The mother might say she doesn't pick favorites, but one might think otherwise once you see how she treats the two differently. Although tender towards both, Talia can't help but train Damian a little harsher than her heiress. If you try to argue with her about this, she would just shut you down. But deep down, all she wants to do is give her daughter the childhood her mother failed to experience while also helping her build strong walls to protect herself once their mother leaves them on their own devices to strive for independence. Of course, this doesn't make the daughter twin an ordinary girl. She also values family and cares for animals but not the same degree as her brother. Believing that animals are a resource meant for humans for which they should be treated with respect and value if one wishes to utilize its maximum potential. This contrast in stands causes quarrels between the two during moments involving any animal. Not to mention she as well possesses the  strength and capabilities that qualifies her as an excellent assassin whose efficiency in the shadows allows her to parry and counter any attack thrown to her by her foes.

The Demon Princess, Heiress to The Shadows, Daughter of Assassins, and Talia's Second Chance...

You

The Duo of the Shadows, The Successors of the Demon, The Treasure of Talia Al Ghul

Together, no enemy can stop the twins. No matter how harsh nor how inhumane the training they are put through, as long as each twin is there to root for the other, they are ready to take the abuse. In the glory of their legacy. In the name of Ra's Al Ghul's greatest aspiration.

But what will happen if a new variable is introduced to the family of demons? A man of night once again reminded of his time in the shadows. A wake up call for the Dark Knight that what happened all those years ago gave birth to consequences that he now has to bear.

Will the bat be able to handle his demons? Will a mother finally let her young fly on their own?

Notes:

Hi so this is my first time making a batman based fic. I'm still new to the community so I'm basing on just common knowledge. I really wanted to try and focus on how Damian and the reader would be in the clutches of the shadows. I'm still learning though!

[aegoniiwifey]

Anon who requested the chubbydaddy!aegon and his daughter <3 you did my request justice and way more I'm obsessed- I literally reread it like ten times I love it. Also another chubbydaddy!aegon request: Aegon getting requests to court/ wed his precious girl, and he ignores them all, ignores what the Small Council wants, etc and goes to her after a long day, letting her ride his belly, then breeding, then cumplay, and whatever your genius mind comes up with <3

Wanna Be Yours

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,944.

WARNINGS: incest, swearing, angst, breeding kink, praise kink, stomach riding, cum play, titty sucking, p in v sexual intercourse. indented parts are previous scenes.

A/N - I am so so sorry for responding so late, I took a little hiatus with tumblr and am starting to find my rhythm again. I absolutely adore this trope and your ideas. so happy you enjoyed the first piece, it was an absolute privilege to write! hope this is just what you imagined also xx

Apologies I have not reread this as I finished work and my eyes are about to shut! will proof read tomorrow ♥️

credit to my beloved BOOBIE @bnb-atnite for making this godly image of my man CHUBBY! ilysm!

"Your Grace, it is highly frowned upon by the Seven that you wed your daughter! We have given many exceptions to your ancestors for upholding their queer customs, but this- This arrangement we do not condone!"

Aegon's deep exhale as his eyes darkly snapped towards the elderly maester, was enough to silence the room with his palpable vehemence. He was beyond tired and irritated by the constant nagging of his esteemed Council, of their blatant disapproval of their King's intentions to wed his beloved... His only surviving blood, his daughter.

Throughout the war, Aegon had grown insatiably protective of you: in addition to having a special place in his heart as his eldest born, you remained the last remaining figure in his previous life, despite his mother and himself. As your grandmother silently fell into madness, in the privacy of her chambers, where she preferred to seclude herself, Aegon had no other person he soulfully cherished than you. And as he was to you, the feelings had become reciprocated. Your father loved you dearly: since becoming of age, a young, matured woman, his advances had grown more intimate and lubricious. You owed him your life, and wished nothing more than to devote yourself to him. No man could have done what he did for you...

"It is done, Maester Orwyle... I will wed my daughter in the ancient traditions of our House, if it be the last damned thing I do. I am the fucking King!" Aegon loudly asserted, slamming his pudgy hand against the solid, wooden tabletop, as his words simmered the Council into a fright.

Aegon was known for his temper, although it took a great deal for him to raise his voice: he was a stubborn man at that, also...

"My dearest, what is it? What have they done now that troubles you so, hmm?"

Aegon defeatedly relinquishes in the wooden rocking chair by the stoking fire: it’s orange-red tinged flames being the only source of light emitting in the room.

You walk up behind your father, his face stern and unmoving besides his closed eyes as his hand rubbed at his temples. Your hands find their way to his broad, thick shoulders, giving them a gentle massage as you knead the tension.

“So-So tense, my beloved. Tell me what is wrong, so that I may be of some help. Let me ease your mind, Daddy.”

Aegon’s shrugging shoulders said plentiful, as he opened his eyes once more, head turning slightly to its side so that you were in his peripheral vision.

“There is nothing to be sorted, my love. I am to wed you, and as their rightful King, it is my final word above all else. Those elderly cunts can yap all they want. I will have you.”

With his final word, a yearning flare brews between your thighs, aching for one particular thing. Your father always had a way with words, especially with you.

“Is that so?” You teasingly utter, as you straddle yourself comfortably on his lap. Your arms grip the overarching wooden frame of the chair as you swiftly lift yourself up, before plopping back down, although this time elevated by your father’s overgrown, rotund belly.

Your earliest, core memories of your father had always been admiring him at feasts and family dinners. He never denied himself a hearty meal, and his grand appetite never ceased during the war. Inevitably, as the years went by and his youth disappeared the weight remained and latched on with each mouthful. The intimate moments your attention would linger onto him, as he savoured each bite, the way he'd unashamedly lick the grease and crumbs off his chubby fingers, even off the rings that had fit him a time before... Now that he had sized up immensely, most treasures and clothes that he had worn, he had rapidly outgrown. None of his rings could go beyond the tips of his fingers, and he was in great denial about it, refusing to resize until you had convinced him otherwise. The way he had often rubbed his aching, bloated belly: swollen beneath the restricting fabric, a somewhat elevated and satisfied look strewed across his handsome, fat face as he would pat himself proudly.

"But I want Daddy all to myself. I want Daddy to fight the whole realm for me, if he has to. Can Daddy do that for me?" You utter closely into his hear, your hot breath dense against his earlobe: after hastily hiking your skirt up [wearing nothing below, as you instinctively anticipated this precise moment], you unbuttoned his top garment, only to expose his rotund, plush belly. The handful of rolls engulfing his sides, the grip-able hips that accentuated his width, streaked with raw, red stretch marks all across his love handles and lower belly. His tits were double your size, nipples sensitive under your gentle touch, even a flick of his nipple was enough to make him moan. It made you flustered, the sheer sight in evidence of your father's blatant growth... And he had no shame in admitting it.

"Of course, baby. Anything for my sweet, little princess. Daddy would burn the entire realm if he has to for you... I'll repopulate the world with my princess, if needs be."

With each of his longing words, you pressed yourself down deeper, sinking your bare cunt further against his naked belly, causing him to whimper. His pudgy hands found their way beneath your layered gown, each palm rested atop your cheeks, firmly cupping and squeezing at your flesh.

"My princess knows just what to do, to make her Daddy happy, huh? My only joy in life, is you."

Your grinding rhythmic, the pace begins to quicken with excitement, as your throbbing cunt becomes moist, the wetness stirring and oozing beneath, against the warm friction. As your cum coats his smooth fat, slowly it becomes more tolerable.

"I-I just wanna make m-my Daddy proud- D-Daddy can s-say whatever, a-and I'll do as I'm t-told-"

"Is that so?" His mimicking voice, a deep growl wretched from his throat, as his hands find their strength, shoving you deeper against his swallowing frame. He always admired how tiny you appeared in comparison to him, how fragile it made you look. He rejoiced it was a symbol of how he could protect you, that he was your shelter.

"Daddy wants to fuck Princess senseless, all night long. Fill my Princess up with my hot, hot seed until I'm certain she takes. Daddy wants Princess to swell with his child, and show her off to the realm. That the babe kicking in her belly, is all his undoing, hmm."

"A-Anything for Daddy- Just f-fuck me, Aeg-"

Although it drove Aegon wild to hear you mindlessly moan and whisper Daddy, something in particular, whenever you called him by his name, would often trigger something more insatiable in him. He could devour you in the spot, like some afternoon tea honey cake, whenever you spoke of his true name.

"Undo my pants-" Immediately without sparing a thought more, you obeyed. As Aegon's plump belly expanded over his thick, wide lap, his portly fat pad beneath had somewhat engulfed his cock. It made it difficult for him to even try to locate or masturbate himself. For now, you had both learnt tricks to overcome the obstacle, having your father lean in a certain angle, as you put in the effort to locate his fat, hard cock, plunging it deep between your walls.

As he tried to reposition himself with great difficulty, in the faint space left remaining in the seat with you atop: breathless by the end of all the moving, you managed to pluck out his cock. The sheer sight and tension beneath your gentle stroking grip, its reddened, blush tip oozing with a sheer-white, translucent reside, palpating with excitement.

"Don't keep Daddy waiting, Princess. I need to feel your walls take my cock. Make you so fucking full of me, I'll make you a human waterfall."

The raw feeling of his cock between your inner walls, clenching to adjust to its girthy, solid size: although it could no longer delve as deep as it used to, the friction of his fat pad against your clit, and the pressure of his mass against your lower stomach, made it invigorating nonetheless.

"Th-That's it, Princess. S-So tight for me. All fucking mine, and the w-whole world will know it-"

"Y-Yes, Daddy-"

"If I need to fuck you with the eyes of the Court watching, I will."

As means to muffle your moans and loud pleas for Aegon, bashfully mindful of the servants and Kingsguard stationed beyond the inches of the door outside, your mouth latched onto Aegon's porky tits.

Suckling at his tender flesh, as your tongue licked at his nipple, causing him to wince and growl in eager approval, one hand left your ass cheek, gripping close your bucking hips, and found its way snaking behind your back, before pulling at your loose hair.

Tightly tugging at the free strands, mottling between his pudgy fingers, he once more, gave gentle encouragement, shoving your face down deeper against his tubby chest.

"F-Fuck Y/N. S-So impressed by Daddy, huh, Princess? You keep going at this rate, I'll be making my own damn milk for you and the babes."

Noticing the glistening residue of your cum spilled across his rolls and paunchy stomach, his other hand cleaned the mess up over with his bare hand. Before hungrily licking off your wetness with his tongue, licking his hand clean free.

"Delicious."

With his heavy, dense weight keeping him pinned down against the chair, he made no effort to thrust himself inside as he once jovially could. Alternatively, the chair swayed with his potent motions, as he would subtly buck his ample hips forward into your frame.

"My sweet, beautiful girl is gonna cum already. I can feel you swallow my cock whole, your walls suffocating my cock. Take me, princess, take it all-"

With the finish of his words, signalling his epitome, Aegon shot his hot, fresh seed into you: warmly coating your inner walls, as your own wetness gushed over his eager, hard cock. Catching a minute to regain your breaths and thoughtless mind, you lifted yourself off, and instantly the mess began to pool across your inner thighs.

Almost on cue or from impressive instinct, Aegon began to scoop at your inner thighs, sensitive from his touch, its abrupt presence startled you.

"Did I not teach you about letting things go to waste, baby? Never let this out. This is as precious as Valyrian steel. I ought to keep you plugged up with my cock..."

The tips of his fat fingers tease at the entrance of your folds, softly tracing over your stained, painful walls: impressed with your sudden shiver and moan, his deep chuckle left you feeling reminiscent of your first time. How nervous you felt, inexperienced against your father's wit.

"I-I want this to take. I want to have as many babes as the Gods see fit with you, Aeg... I want to swell healthily with child, and give you the heir you want... As many as you desire-"

As one fo your hands remained nestled against his chest, tracing soft, random lines against the crevices of his rolls: the other travelled its way to his face, pushing aside a random strand of hair, away from his handsome, fuller face.

"I want our sons to be the spitting image of their father, and our daughter's kind like their grandmother... Will Daddy fuck me day and night, to make my wish come true, hmm?"

"Of course..."

credit for dividers - @/valeskafics

[merakiui]

Omg Cupid Parasite!! That's one of my favourite otome games because of how funny and unhinged it can be. If you do get around to playing it please tell us about your experience as much as possible(lol).

I love, love your writing Mera!! I am lowkey obsessed with your blog and the way you manage to come up with so many ideas and execute them so nicely. I'm very curious to know how what your journey was to becoming a writer. What pieces of fiction inspired you to start writing? Do you have any favourite novels? Also, do you think you'd ever want to publish your own novels someday? If so, what genre would you most want to delve into? Hope I'm not bombarding you with questions😭😭

You can count on it, anon!!! (˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧ I will gladly share the full experience once I buy and play through it. >w< Meraki Game Review!!!!!

AAAAA thank youuuuUUUU!!!! T^T <3 I'm so happy you enjoy my writing and blog!!!!!!! Also,,, thank you for being curious about my writing journey!! :D you're not bombarding me with questions at all!! I love to ramble about writing hehe.

✧ what pieces of fiction inspired you to start writing?

A lot of fantasy and adventure novels! I used to read those genres obsessively when I was little. The first story I ever wrote was an adventure plot for a school assignment. It was 17 pages and even illustrated by yours truly lol. The page limit was 1-2, but eight-year-old Meraki couldn't tell a story in such short page length! I remember I used a piano bench as my table and I didn't stop writing and drawing until I was finished. I would snack on cucumber slices during the process. Even though it's such a random memory, I cherish it dearly because it was the first time I realized I was genuinely passionate about storytelling.

Anime/manga was also another big inspiration! In my early teenage years, I loved shows like Assassination Classroom, Black Butler, Watamote, Owari no Seraph, Pandora Hearts, Danganronpa, HETALIA. Omg,,,, what an era that was.........

Reading yan oc stories also inspired me to write yandere fics!! Before writing yan fandom, I wrote a lot of yandere ocs. They are my most beloveds. I adore my ocs. ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

✧ do you have any favorite novels?

I do! I love the Red Eye series. It's a collection of various horror novels. I read them a lot in my early teenage years. They're all wonderfully written. So much atmosphere in each one! I really enjoy YA literature, especially YA horror. There are plenty of other novels (lots of horror classics), but I can't seem to recall all of them at the moment. ;;;; orz too many to keep up with...

✧ do you think you'd ever want to publish novels someday?

YES. OTL it's been my dream ever since I was little. I've always wanted to publish a novel.

✧ what genre would you delve into?

Definitely horror/thriller! I'd also like to write a fantasy/adventure series. I have plenty of novel plots/concepts and wips, so there is definitely plenty of material to work with.

[edsbacktattoo]

hi lets show some love for our mutuals. tag your favorite mutuals and tell them why you love them

oooh bet u thought i forgot about u anon. i didn’t. i’ve been here. scheming and plotting. and i am soooo full of love to give. hold onto your hats

i’m putting the gushing under a cut because this post is getting too long haha whoopsie

@tisziny my darling beloved and dearly cherished friend. one of the first people to reach out to me and i am eternally grateful for their wonderful heart and friendship. my sweetest cheese! 🧀 an incredibly skilled writer and artist who i sincerely admire <3 not enough words to describe my love for them tbh

@skysofrey kaitlin my beautiful and cherished friend and wife. we were cut of the same cloth and then separated at birth but we defied to odds and joined forces anyway! so insightful and kind and sweet and hilarious and overall wonderful (and also sooooo pretty have u guys seen my wife she’s sooooo pretty wtf) 🖤💜❤️

@blackbeardskneebrace miles blackbeardskneebrace the absolute marvel that you are <3 so incredibly nice and extraordinarily talented! every time they post art it adds 100000 years to my lifespan and puts tears in my eyes. genuinely astounding

@blakbonnet despite the angst and antagonising me for Ed’s beard, i will always love Meow with my whole chest. and she can do it all!!! she writes, makes art, makes gifs! she’s even funny and smart and hot and NICE! save some for the rest of us babe come on <3

@gentlebeard ohhhh my sweet wonderful Ella (now with a new and improved url!) so incredibly kind and friendly! always willing for a hot makeout session in the bathroom and will gladly kill someone to defend your honour (i’ve seen her do it). makes edits that make you laugh and then WHABAM!! another that makes you feel like your lungs are being pulled out. love you ella <3

@snake-snack-stede we all know that olivia is the funniest mfer on this whole idiot website. it’s literally not even a contest. but did you guys know she’s also extraordinarily talented? she makes art and animates and makes edits that are gorgeous to look at. also i’m in love with her. she’s the sweetest candy apple at the fair and i’m a snot-nosed kid with an appetite.

@flightoftheconnie sex on legs. i become hot and flustered and feint when i think of her. makes me blush and giggle and kick my feet and she’s funny and smart and hot enough to be in a gallery but she’s here with us instead. give her kisses or die by my sword

@bizarrelittlemew we may not talk often but goodness gracious do i adore you 🥹 my god you’re hilarious and you make some of the most gorgeous gifs ive ever put my gay little eyes on. and yet another blessing to the world of ofmd fanfic <3

@saltpepperbeard JODI!!!!!! if jodi has a billion fans i’m one of them. if she has 100 fans i’m one of them. if Jodi has 0 fans then i’m dead. literally so sweet and kind and enthusiastic and an absolute treasure. and my GOODNESS can she write!! her work feels like a warm hug (just like her!)

@sherlockig literally too hot to be on the hellsite with us but we are so blessed to have her. an absolute TREASURE to this fandom and to anyone who knows her. the amount of lockscreens i’ve got that are just alexz screengrabs is absolutely insane. thank you for all your work i love you forever

@dickfuckk josh — a living breathing legend. any time you need a file? a link? an image? josh has got your back. one of the funniest people i’ve ever interacted with. also makes edits devastating enough to kill a man <3

@xoxoemynn Em my wonderful Cherub From Heaven!!! pure charm and grace, and one of the most enthusiastic and delightful people i’ve ever had the pleasure of knowing. such an accomplished and skilled writer as well!

@vampirebutterflies my #1 date to the observatory and my partner in crime <33 so effortlessly funny and kind and has the best taste in music ever. every single song they’ve sent me has been an absolute banger and has been put in the frequent rotation (huge shoutout to Vacations)

@bunnyandthejets my dear and darling friend Bunny who is so incredibly kind and sweet. has been so vocally supportive and enthusiastic since we met and i’m so grateful to have her friendship and support. she’s also made me cackle like an insane person on enough occasions to be criminal.

@wearfinethingsalltoowell don’t let the angst fool you, Joy is actually wonderful and a ray of sunshine <3 i’m convinced she just enjoys causing us pain for fun. she’s creative and wonderful and the World’s Number One Olu Enjoyer (and therefore objectively correct)

@sassygwaine is one of those unabashedly kind souls who simply oozes love into everything they do and create. so genuine and resilient and smart!!! writes like an absolute dream too

@chocolatepot a complete sweetheart who was one of my first friends in this fandom, and who has been consistently friendly and supportive ever since. unwaveringly kind and nice. also her writing. oh my god. 😭 a huge inspiration to silly little me

@jellybeanium124 nina is so effortlessly hilarious. she’s had me giggling and twirling my hair on numerous occasions. she’s also full to the brim with good and correct takes. (also a Button’s truther and the world needs more of those.)

@awkward-fallen-angel heather is just soooo lovely!! another one of the people that’s been here since the very early days and i’m always so grateful for her insight and enthusiasm and the sheer joy she puts into everything.

@stedebonnets i mean this so sincerely and with my whole heart: Ara is one of the nicest and most loving people I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. an absolute angel who drops in to consistently check on her friends and spread love and joy. we need more Ara’s in the world. also has one of the most beautiful ofmd tattoos i’ve ever seen <3

if you haven’t been included in this list, please know that i love you so so so dearly and that i genuinely am just a little bit stupid (on account of the short term memory issues lol). if you’re feeling left out, send me a message and i’ll say something sooo niceys about you 🥹 i love you all. thank you for being here. <3

[jasonisaacs]

oh i’ve just finished veilguard

no spoilers but oh god…….. i absolutely loved this game…. completely and utterly adored every single second. took me two weeks to finish it but i savoured every moment and even deliberately took my time, not fast travelling or sprinting everywhere because i just wanted to stay in that world for as long as possible.

i loved it so much, i had so much fun and laughed/cried my way through it. i loved the combat and gameplay (i played as a mage but it was really fun, i’m glad that was my first choice!! i am looking forward to seeing what the warrior and rogue combat is like :3) i loved seeing all the new areas of thedas, i loved all the references to the other games + even the books/comics!! the music was beautiful and the story was incredible, the end of this game made me feel like i was shot in the chest honest to god…. it was insane!! i was sobbing and weeping during the credits….

and the characters are so amazing oh god i loved them all so much but lucanis……. OH LUCANIS!!!!!!!! MY BELOVED!!!!!!! new fave just dropped!!!! he’s been on my mind constantly since i started playing, i knew from the trailer that he was going to be my fave but i genuinely didn’t realise i’d love him so dearly.

i really do want to romance the others, especially emmrich but i truly don’t think it’ll be possible for me to romance anyone other than lucanis like……. oh he was made for me…

anyway……. i guess you can say i liked it alskdkdkd ohhhhhhh i love dragon age so much, i can’t wait to replay it over and over 🥺💖 this was my first ever experience playing this game and oh i will never forget it. i will cherish this moment

[aethercodeevol]

APPRECIATION MAIL INCOMING!! ♡ — to all the admins behind the l&ds rp blogs, from an anon who appreciates them dearly <3.

thank you for your hard work beloved admins!! please make sure to drink enough water, eat healthy & take care of yourselves! and please don't stress yourself out over the amount of asks you guys get, you are always free to take a break whenever you like, and take your time to reply to them! you aren't obligated to rp with everybody, I'm sure you guys know that. thank you so so much for building this little l&ds rp community! it's been so much fun around here, you guys have been doing awesome! always remember that all the people interacting with you guys love you all very dearly and wish the best for you all! good luck & keep going our lovely admins! thank you for everything!! <3

- 🕸️

(I'll be copying this to the other admins!)

🤍 Oh, gods I am so SO late to replying to this (my apologies) but this is an absolutely lovely message and I'm so grateful my posts bring anyone any semblance of joy or entertainment.

I'm so thankful for this little community we've made!

I know my replies may be scarce at times, life is busy but I see you, I hear you and I appreciate every single one of you.

I want to also extend my thanks and adoration to the other admins of Linkon Playground.

Every single one of you has brought so much light, laughter, joy and warmth to my life. I love words but I fall short on expressing how deeply I care for you with them and all I can offer is a heartfelt; I love, cherish and adore you wholly.

I look forward to more adventures with both my members of Linkon Playground and you all who interact with me

Much love,

- ADMIN 🤍

[dmagedgoods]

I'm gonna turn the question back on you - top 5 video game characters? 😄

Aaaa oh no, they all are terrible to different degrees. 😂 I feel I should mention that place 8. would be Regill (Wotr), place 7. Billie Lurk (Dishonored) and place 6. Vivienne (Dragon Age). 5. The Architect - Dragon Age Awakening. Former High Priest of Urthemiel, Tevinter Magister, now Darkspawn with a consciousness. He's well-spoken with a (to me) highly intriguing voice/way of talking, intelligent, ambitious in a twisted way, and his whole history extremely fascinating.

4. Higgs - Death Stranding. A complete disaster of a man. Probably the worst character I ever adored. Terrorist with a god complex; likes pizza and licking people. He's confident, his charisma stat through the roof, sarcastic with a dark sense of humor, meticulous, ruthless and without any moral boundaries.

3. Sylens - Horizon. Oh dear, oh god, I fell for his eloquence first and for all the rest the very moment we actually get to see him. He's intellectual, highly intelligent, manipulative, and reckless in his pursuit of knowledge he deems more important than anything else. He cherishes logic and views emotions as obstacles to overcome, therefore he can appear a bit callous at times. I adore him.

2. Daud - Dishonored. My former place 1 and now as ever dearly beloved by me. A grumpy assassin with many regrets, a very dry sense of humor, an amazing voice that gives me chills, and a gang of murder children he adopted trained. He is strict, disciplined and for a long time a ruthless killer until he begins to view things differently.

I thought Daud would never be pushed from his place at the top of the list with my video game faves, but one guy managed: 1. Daeran - Pathfinder: Wrath of the Righteous. His charm, his sassiness, his dark and sometimes even tasteless humor, his intelligence, the things he enjoys, his voice, his eloquence and way of talking, how easily he sees through people, his potential to become so much worse or so much better, his vulnerability, his hidden loyalty, his loneliness ..., he spoke to everything I love. Best character in the history of blorbos. 100/10. The one.

[happybirthdaycano]

Twelve Cherished Aspects of Our Connection and Shared Experiences

1. I am profoundly drawn to Cano's serene and uplifting aura. His tranquil demeanor radiates positivity, not only enriching my spirit but also enhancing the atmosphere around us.

2. Every facet of Cano captivates me—from his charming spectacles to his passion for literature, his playful nature, his unwavering dedication to his studies, his devoutness in prayer, and his affection for cats. I find myself missing your feline companions dearly.

3. I delight in the endearing nickname Cano has crafted for me—'cacu,' which beautifully signifies both elegance and charm. It resonates with a sweetness that feels distinctly feminine, and I cherish hearing it spoken.

4. I appreciate how Cano consistently takes the initiative in our interactions, whether it’s greeting me first in the morning or inviting me to partake in activities like watching shows or playing games. This proactive approach allows me to embrace my more delicate side, as I find comfort in being guided by a strong, masculine presence.

5. Our morning routine of enjoying my favorite cartoon, SpongeBob SquarePants, brings a delightful structure to my day. It infuses my mornings with joy and sets a cheerful tone for everything that follows.

6. I relish our shared moments playing Wordbox and Brawlbotz. The laughter we share and the inside jokes we create during these games make our time together all the more special.

7. Hearing Cano's voice—whether in conversation or song—fills me with warmth. I urge him not to despise his own voice; we have vowed to embrace self-love, after all.

8. I adore when you spontaneously share updates about your day without me having to prompt you. Your thoughtful messages at designated times make me feel valued and remind me of my significance in your life.

9. I find immense comfort in the way you stand up for me when faced with adversity. I still recall that moment when someone referred to me as 'Indon'; your defense was incredibly attractive.

10. I cherish the insights you provide about the books you read; they add layers to your already captivating personality, showcasing your intelligence and depth.

11. I love how you introduce me to your beloved cats, sharing delightful anecdotes about their quirks and personalities. The random pictures of cats you encounter are equally charming and brighten my day.

12. Most importantly, I treasure every moment spent with you—whether we are chatting, watching shows, playing games, or engaging in deep discussions. Each shared experience strengthens the bond we have created and fills my heart with joy.

[kaus-quietis]

“Flowers blooming inside of me – – in places I didn’t know were still alive” thank you, dear Kat, for requesting (y)our beloved Dazai @pompompurin1028​

[monebula-art]

Small take, while I don’t really mind romantic shadowpeach— I actually base the relationship dynamic in my Au on this concept of platonic soulmates I saw in a Chinese drama I watched a while back called Word of Honor!

There are three famous and enlightened musicians, two of which were actually married and they considered their third partner their soulmate but in a bond-mate sort of way. And I personally headcanon Wukong as aroace?

This dude absolutely adores reading cheesy romance dramas, and the concept is nice but he doesn’t really get fluttery feelings like that. He loves deeply, but it’s not romantic or sexual. He just wants to be with them and be close with them.

So in my Jade Memories AU, eventually, Bai Yin and Macaque are married, and Wukong is both of their dearly beloved best friend who lives with them. And I just think that’s neat. The two of them would do anything for Wukong (Though Macaque with a bit more complaining) Wukong is always game for giving one or the other some advice if they need it, and would fight any demon anywhere for his soulmates. And they just have this really sweet and peaceful dynamic where they live on a mountain, relax and drink and tell stories and train MK and his friends. There are many peaceful and cuddly nap piles. They deserve them ok. Yes sometimes the kiddos join the nap piles after a long day of training. Bai Yin has 8 tails by the time they get to main timeline, (she hides anywhere from 3 to 7 because 8 is a lot and gets in the way sometimes, there’s really no need to be flexing that much power at a given time unless it’s for use of pillows, and pettily— to look younger~)

MK basically gets another training Mentor in Bai Yin, and Macaque still teaches in the same gray-moral way but is a bit less of an ass, it’s mostly direct combat and form. Wukong’s form of training is very classic kung-fu mastery.

And Bai Yin’s training is all practical training. With a little harsh nature.

‘You’re gonna learn how to live on a mountain’

“Oh cool! We going camping?’

‘…Something like that~’

Leads him to the top of a mountain, Spends three whole days teaching him the basics of what’s poisonous, making him watch as they hunt, dropping a pearl or two of naturalist wisdom, reinforcing his other trainings to trust his instincts, listen, focus to surroundings etc. Taking him over all the land across the mountain and then basically says.

“Ok! You have 24 hours to get to the bottom of the mountain without dying~ also I am going to be hunting you for sport the whole way down so there’s that~ Good luck little ducking~!💗’

It was Wukong who Yin admitted to when she realized she still had feelings for Macaque after all these years. Actually he’d already figured it out and called her out on it gently one night while they were drinking. She broke down because she didn’t know what to do with all her feelings. She was so angry, and hurt, and worried, and still cared so much about it that it hurt. She didn’t know if it was right or ok to love him after everything that happened. She didn’t know if it was alright to forgive him. Or if she ever fully could. Or if she could ever stop feeling hurt. And Wukong told her that she didn’t have to do it if she didn’t really want to, that she could love him— and still be angry that he hurt her. And he said it with such a sad expression and tone to his voice that she knew he understood. Even if it wasn’t in exactly the same way. He knew.

He told her that she could take her time coming around with Macaque again, it’s not like they were goin anywhere being immortal and all. They had never been together in the past, but he’d known Bai Yin had feelings for Macaque for a long time. Immortals love deeply and love for a long time. Forgetting those they cherish and hold dear is no easy task. Both the love and the pain lingers for a long long time. So Wukong understands.

He still thinks BaiYin is too good for a jerk like Macaque, and he’s right. But Yin appreciates his support and getting angry on her behalf. He’s her begrudged wingman and sparring buddy.

Macaque starts to discover his feelings for Yin pretty quickly. He’d been so lonely for so long and when he finally started letting go of his resentment at getting rejected and realized he’d unfairly wanted something from Wukong that he couldn’t give him, or anyone—and that’s his own jealous desires had alienated the love that Wukong was giving him, he starts to find a little peace of mind and works through his inner conflict. And it was surprisingly easy to feel comfortable around Bai Yin once they got past the initial awkwardness of the last time they saw eachother…

He starts falling into a really comfortable routine and pattern of banter that he often sorta forgets himself and Yin does too even though she’s trying really hard to keep up some boundaries between them. It’s kinda awkward in the beginning.

Even the Kids notice something is up and MK points out to Mei one day after an almost flirt between Yin and Macaque that Yin derails and makes awkward and he’s like ‘Y’ever notice how stuff just gets weird with them sometimes??’

And Mei’s like ‘Yeah, they act like exes’ and he’s like ‘GAAAAAAASP’

Runs to Monkey king and is like ‘DID MISS YIN AND MACAQUE USED TO DATE?!’ And Wukong just sorta blinks at him cuz that’s the last question he ever expected to get from his student and he’s just like ‘Uhhh, not exactly. It’s complicated.’

Anyway I’ve been rambling too long so I’ll stop here.~ may talk about the specific history and development between Macaque and Wukong at a later date. Just wanted to make the distinction that I do see them as closely bonded platonic(and for a brief part of their history one-sided/unrequited) and not really as romantic. ~

Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

[divinolenta]

love letter; childe

you have received a letter from childe! will you read it or discard it?

trigger warning for brief mentions of blood 

additional notes: the last letter of my event! thank you to everyone who requested <3 i listened to “after dark” by mr. kitty while writing this so i would recommend listening to the song!

word count: 483

my beloved lea,

you look absolutely angelic right now, lit up by the rosy glow of dawn. unfortunately, by the time you wake up, i’ll have departed already. i’m sorry, sweetheart, i’d love to sleep in with you but i have to attend to something urgent. i assure you, i’ll return by the time the sun begins to descend.

i despise leaving you so often to wake up alone, facing the emptiness of our bed but i promise you i will make it up to you. even if i am rarely with you, always remember that i cherish you dearly, and i would eagerly battle the archons themselves if they even utter a word of disapproval of our love as i only wish to spend eternity with you.

i’m sure you are aware with how hard the tsaritsa is to please, what with all the abrupt and frequent missions. perhaps it is delusional of me, but i yearn to escape from the exhausting and brutal demands of the fatui, to you and a realm of iridescent waters, where sunlight dances and reflects a mosaic of colours on every surface that it encounters

with you, i am simply human. i am not the eleventh harbinger of the fatui nor the loyal subject of the tsaritsa, bound to always obey her word. there are no expectations that i must exceed, and i can abandon all formalities and adopt a life of simplicity and tranquility. perhaps then, i can live without meaningless bloodshed.

although you never complain when i appear at your doorstep at ungodly times, the unfeigned worry and distress on your face is enough to dissolve my guilt when i disturb your sleep, repeatedly seeking you for your comfort. i can only begin to imagine how i have besmirched your reputation and how unhappy you truly are with me, even if you disguise it.

call me selfish, greedy or self-indulgent but i do not want to share you with anyone. you are my personal angel, salvation for the measly sinner i am. from the very start, i could never ascend to celestia, no matter how desperate i am or how many charitable acts i do. nothing will cleanse me of the blood on my hands or conceal the fact that i am practically drenched in the liquid that used to flow through veins and arteries, and once provided life to someone. yet miraculously, you convince me of the opposite, that i am deserving of someone as divine as you.

i adore you so much i fear that even spending eternity will not be able to satiate my hunger for your love and that it will only devour me whole. i do not believe in second chances, but if i was given another chance to love someone else, i would still pick you.

i will be back soon. please wait for me, darling.

love,

childe

[jonahlovescoffee]

“good morning, sunshine” | J.M.

part one of the better together series

a/n: jonah’s latest instagram story with wes just hits different (*¯︶¯*) i mean have you heard his morning voice?! like damn i want it to be the first thing i hear when i wake up everyday :’( thanks to @chilling-seavey for sending the story into my dm early in the morning, it has been stuck in my head all day and i can’t focus on doing anything else >:(

summary: your daughter was far too enthusiastic in the morning.

word count: 1390

warnings: jonah being cute with kid, fluff overload, one occurrence of the f word, suggestive themes in the end.

“Daddy, mommy, wake up!” A cheerful 3-year-old child with shoulder-length brown hair and mesmerizing hazel eyes swung the door to your room open and rushed in, her teddy bear held tightly to her chest with an arm, her small feet thudding against the floor in an inconsistent rhythm as she ran towards the bed you shared with Jonah.

You immediately placed your phone aside on the nightstand upon the arrival of your enthusiastic daughter. You had already woken up moments ago but were reluctant to leave Jonah’s arms that were wrapped tightly around your body. No matter how many times you had woken up in this position with him, you’d never get tired of the way he protectively held you in his arms even as he slept, the sound of his soft snores and the comforting warmth that his body radiated.

“Morning, sweetie,” your lips broke into a smile when she stood on her tippy toes near the edge of the bed to kiss your cheek. She then proceeded to join both of you on the bed, squeezing her way between you two and making herself comfortable by purposely stretching her limbs out here and there so that you’d offer her more space. Her rough movements made Jonah stir from his peaceful slumber, rubbing his eyes as he grumbled under his breath about how much he needed more sleep.

As soon as he saw his daughter though, his initial moody expression brightened up instantly, his frown replaced by a broad grin and his eyes filled with nothing but all the love in the world. “Good morning, sunshine,” he said softly in his raspy morning voice, giving her a kiss on her head before asking, “what’s gotten you so excited this morning?”

“You have no idea what I dreamed about last night!” She exclaimed and clapped her hands excitedly.

“Oh? Lemme guess, did you dream about me?” You joked, booping her nose with your pointer finger, earning a small giggle from her.

“Yes, mommy, you were a princess in my dream! Can you believe that?” Her answer came as a shock to you since you weren’t expecting her dream to include anyone else besides Disney princesses and magical creatures. She continued to narrate the events of her dreams, her eyes sparkling with joy as she told you about herself being a fairy that could make pretty goens for anyone with just a swing of her wand. “You were so pretty in the dress that I made for you that a prince fell in love with you and you both lived happily ever after!” She stared dreamily into the air as she recalled the ending of her dream.

“Was I the knight in shining armor in your dream, little one?” Jonah asked but she shook her head which made his face fall in mock disappointment and his lips formed a little pout. She patted his arms as if to comfort him so when she opened her mouth to speak again, you both had expected her to say something comforting to cheer him up.

But she, apparently, had other plans in mind.

“The prince was too handsome to be you, daddy,” she said innocently, his eyes widening in shock as he fully processed the words that left his beloved daughter’s mouth. You put a hand over your mouth in attempt to smother your laughter but failing terribly once your daughter turned to you and asked you cluelessly if she had said anything wrong because Jonah had turned to the opposite side so that his back was facing her, not only offended by the fact that his own daughter technically called him ugly, but also the fact that his girlfriend married a stupid prince in her dream.

“Daddy, are you mad at me?” She asked, tugging on his shirt but receiving no answers from him in return.

“Daddy just needs some hugs and kisses,” you whispered into her ear once your laughter died down. “So why don’t we go give him some?” You asked, in which she responded with a nod before climbing to his side of the bed, throwing her arms over him and hugging him tight like a koala. Jonah tried his best to not give in to her clinginess or the adorable puppy dog-eyes that she was giving him, but he failed miserably the moment you joined in the hug from behind and both of you started to pepper his face with kisses simultaneously.

He finally caved in, bursting into a fit of laughter as the ticklish sensation on his face soon became too much for him to handle. “Stop,” he said breathlessly through his laughter, shifting his body so he was now laying flat on his back, pulling both of you close by his arms, one of you laying on each side. The happiness that he felt right then and there was so immense that it was impossible for him to put into words. Fooling around and having fun with two of his favorite girls in the entire universe were few of the many moments in his life he would cherish forever.

“So you’re not mad at me anymore?” Your daughter asked in fear of being unforgiven by her father whom she loved so dearly.

“Don’t be silly—you know it’s impossible for me to stay mad at you, my little ball of sunshine,” he patted her head gently and she heaved a sigh of relief at his words. “Since today is a weekend, why don’t we go get some ice cream and a fairy costume too in honor your amazing dream?” She perked up right away at his suggestion. “What do you think?”

“It depends if the fairy costume comes with a fairy wand. If it does, then yes it’s a great plan!”

“Even if it doesn’t, I’m going to buy you one anyways,” Jonah said matter-of-factly. You smiled to yourself as you watched the cute interaction between your boyfriend and your child.

“But you must buy mommy a pretty dress too!” Your little girl requested and of course, what she says always goes because Jonah never had the heart to say no to her. Plus, he would kill to see you in a new dress, although it’d probably end up on the bedroom floor right after you put it on.

“Yes, yes, sweetheart,” he kissed her once again before letting her hop down the bed. “So go brush your teeth now and we’ll have breakfast at home before we leave.”

“Thanks daddy, you’re the best!” With that, she ran out of the room before reappearing at the door again shortly. “Oh, and daddy?”

“Hmm?” Jonah looked at her with a raised brow.

“You are the most handsome person in the world, even more handsome than the prince in my dreams.”

She scurried away before Jonah could react. Let’s just say the smile didn’t leave his face for the rest of the day, even when his little ball of sunshine threw a huge temper tantrum and knocked over her entire platter of food on purpose during their dinner in a fancy restaurant.

Bonus:

“You spoil her too much, love,” you said to him after you put your little devil to sleep. You joined him on the living room couch to watch a movie before bed, snuggling into him.

He merely smiled. “I think I spoil you quite a lot too, dear,” he commented, lacing his fingers through yours, his gaze fixated onto the tv.

“Really? Because it doesn’t seem like it.” You watched him place the tv remote on the coffee table before turning his attention towards you.

“Hmmm....why don’t,” he leant in closer so his lips was near to your ear. His breath alone sent shivers up your spine and when he continued speaking, you swore you forgot how to breathe. “Why don’t you put on the pretty little dress that I bought you today if you wish see how much I can spoil you.”

Finally, here’s the exact sentence you were waiting for.

“Who says that I’m not wearing it now?” You took off the hoodie and kicked off the shorts that you were wearing, to reveal the golden silk nightgown underneath that was so short that it barely covered your butt yet it accentuated all your curves perfectly.

“Fucking hell, baby,” was the last thing he said before pinning you down onto the couch.

[rhodochrosite-love]

WOW everyone who commented on my Wirt birthday post are amazing!

Here’s the au I’ve been working on where it started off as just a Ford Pines self insert, but turned into very interesting idea!

Stanley is kicked out and Ford goes to Backupsmore, while Penny stays in Jersey to help pay off her childhood home’s mortgage. All in the early 1970s.

Ford is awarded a doctorate 3 years ahead of schedule, and prepares to move to Gravity Falls, Oregon in 1973.

In the same instant, Ford gets a call from his parents and after he tells them he’s moving to the northwest, they inform him of Penny living with them. Shocked, Ford is conflicted. Should he go to his sweetheart? He couldn’t imagine what could’ve happened that made her stay in his parents home… After consulting with Fiddleford, he quickly travelled back to Jersey to confront Penny.

Penny explains that she couldn’t take care of the house like she thought she could, what with her book-keeping job as well as her secretary position AND the pressure from it all really weighing her down. She couldn’t help her home anymore so she turned to the only people she knew left in Glass Shard-- Filbrick and Caryn Pines. She had been pulling her weight with buying food, despite Caryn’s pleas to rest whenever she could and her job offers.

Ford listened and took her side. He said he was moving out West to Oregon and had wanted her to come with him. He missed her dearly and could clearly see she needed to get away-- Jersey is no place for a princess.

She accepts in a heartbeat at the thought of living out there, alone with her sweetheart amongst the wood.

1972-1979 Penny and Ford start a life of adventure in Gravity Falls up in their cabin in the woods, catalouging new anomalies every day! After such a hard time, Penny adores the relaxing atmosphere and spending time with her boyfriend after 3(ish) years.

C. 1976 Penny can’t help but begin to think about the future with Ford, and tries to decide whether or not they should marry. In her heart she knows she wants to, but in her mind she feels as though Ford wouldn’t be as on board for whatever reason. After speaking with Susan (Lazy Susan) and Lana (Wendy’s mom), her newfound friends, she decides she has to speak with Ford!

After being avoided most of the day by her beloved (due to him being very distracted by the mystery of the Hide-Behind, and eventually their unavoidable run-in with it. emotional scenes with Penny’s annoyed tone) At the end of the day, Ford admits over dinner that he was avoiding her for the whole day due to his nervousness. After being asked why, he tells her that… “I’ve been fascinated by anomalies my whole life-- the Hide-Behind, the Gnomes, the Eyebats, that UFO theory I’ve still got stuck in my head--” “Stanford, please.” “--Even I, as normal as I may seem, my six fingers made me who I am today! … But… “ Ford reaches in his coat’s pocket, and pulls something from it and places it on the dinner table. “You, Penelope Wright, have been the one thing that’s done both for me-- Fascinated me, baffled me, cherished me, twirled me ‘round and ‘round again ‘til I was dizzy with delight.” “Ford, what’re ya sayin’?” “Penny, dearest... “ He reveals the item, it being a ring with the sweetest red gem in its center shaped like a rounded heart. Penny sniffled, “The apple… Stanford, you’re such a prince!” Before he could utter those four simple words, Penny kissed him breathless. When she pulled away, he was flushed from his ears to his nose and asked her then, whispered against her lips. She said yes, and then many times that night.

C. 1977 Bill realizes his plan is being challenged by this engagment! He had never thought of Penny to be a true problem until now, what with the now foretold probability of the wedding and children as a distraction! Bill makes a deal with Lana to guide Ford to the cave in which Bill was scribed by the natives in exchange for a long life. Ford summons Bill and to no avail, nothing happens until Ford falls asleep.

It was then Ford dreams about Bill and begins to work with him to open his dimension to study the weirdness of Gravity Falls and beyond.

With the new development in the mysteries, the wedding is delayed and Ford and Penny become very busy in their new findings with Bill’s help.

C. 1978 Fiddleford McGucket is employed as the head engineer in building the Portal to the other dimension. Upon hearing the news of Stanford’s engagment, he hoorah’d and congradulated his old roommate.

C. 1978-1979 The portal has been built, as well as the bunker and the second level of the basement. Fiddleford begins to despise his creation and begs Ford not to follow through with his plans and instead publish his findings and settle down properly with Penny. Ford declines and they move to test the portal the next day, Jan 18th 1979.

Jan 19th 1979. Fiddleford gets sucked into the portal, but then gets rescued by Penny and quits the whole she-bang.

Jan 20th, 1979. Bill sees that he has to manipulate Penny, too. She’d been taking Fidds’ side, and since she’s very close with Ford, it’s necessary. He enters her dreams and states that if she make a deal with him, he can make him see reality again. To Penny’s knowledge, Ford’s been driven to madness with his paranoia and struggles to see the light. Bill says that he can fix everything. If he ensconced a baby in Penny’s womb, one that’s both her’s and Ford’s completely, he will see the light again. In return, she has to take a hike. She makes the deal, and he ultimately sends her away. Confused, she cries. But when Bill explains that he basically makes her pregnant with a baby of a man that ‘doesn’t love her anymore’, and literally told her to ‘take a hike’. Embarrassed and humiliated, she flees into town and stays there, leaving Bill to torment Ford to his isoceles heart’s delight.

Sometime in October, before the 22nd, 1979. Penny gives birth to little Walter in Sacred Hirsch Community Hospital. At this point in time, Ford has been thrown into the portal by accident and Stanley has taken his place, in the process of making money for the new Murder Hut.

1980. Penny interrogates this new so-called Mr. Mystery, thinking he’s Ford. She rips at him, accusing him of neglecting her and hurting her. A lot of anger comes out, as well as sadness and despair and raw misery when she says that he no longer cared about her, and she doubted he ever had in the first place. When Stan pulls her to the side and finally looks her in the face clearly (before he was frantically looking around the room, his hut full of customers), he recognizes her faintly as Penelope Wright, the girl Sixer was in kahoots with back in Jersey. He sees her and the now crying baby she’s holding and connects the dots, and is flabbergasted that he’s an uncle! Well, he was already an uncle but that was for Shermie! Penny argues that it was a mistake. Little Walter was the making of a demon named Bill Cipher, and she never should have trusted him. Stan then takes her down to the basement and shows her what he’s done.

1981. Penny gets a job as a waitress at Greasy’s Diner with a little help from Lazy Susan.

1982. Penny needs to start fresh. Despite the fact that she’s got a job and is living with Stanley with a 3 year old Wirt (despite being named Walter, his first word was an attempt at ‘squirt’, which was a nickname given to him by Stanley. Everyone simply calls him Wirt now), she misses all the adventure from when she had Ford. Realizing she’s missing Ford, that son of a bitch that fell into a hole so deep he couldn’t climb out, she needs to get away. She saves up money from her Greasy’s job and now the Mystery Shack (unofficially hired. Stan just says that she’s always rearranging and flipping stuff over and it happens to look nice so he gives her some funds. She’s tried to refuse the money before, but he intensly insisted that she take it.) and moves to Arizona. Teary goodbyes are made and she hugs Stan the tightest of all, telling him to keep in touch.

1983-1994. Walter ��Wirt” Wright is living in Arizona with his mother, Penelope Wright.

C. 1985. Greg Universe visits town and performs a live gig and seduces Penny. After a couple of succesful dates, they end up having unprotected sex. Not long after, he leaves town for another gig in Delmarva, doing gigs along the way. She ends up falling pregnant and struggles to comprehend the consequences.

C. 1986. Gregory Wright is born.

C. 1994. Halloween night, Wirt and Greg experience an adventure in The Unknown.

1999. Mason and Mabel Pines are born from Randy Pines and Kathy Pines

(2003. Steven Universe is born from Gregory “Universe” DeMayo and Pink “Rose Quartz” Diamond. Everything that happens with Steven is seperate from Dipper, Mabel, Wirt, and Greg.)

Update - Summer 2012. Penny takes a vacation to Gravity Falls and visits the Mystery Shack. She marvels at Dipper and Mabel and exclaims their cuteness. Mabel likes her when she’s given a butterscotch, but Dipper can’t help but question her motives. She seems awfully close with Stan and gets along well with everyone! Is she hiding something?

All is well until Dipper catches Penny trying to steal Journal #3, and he fights with her over it in his bedroom. Penny falls down and cracks something, making her scream. Stan rushes upstairs and takes Penny away, giving Dipper a nasty stinkeye. He tries to argue that she was trying to take his Journal, and Stan reacts by taking it himself.

Stan and Penny argue in the basement, saying that Dipper should have the Journal back. Stan tries to argue that he shouldn’t, but gives in. After making photocopies, Penny gives it back to Dipper. At first Dipper is skeptical, but awes when she tears up in front of him about it.

“Wow… You really care about the author, don’t you?” “Yeah, we were close…” She sits down beside him, opening the Journal to the Gnomes. “I remember the first time we saw the gnomes together… They tried to take me as queen!” “No way! They took Mabel as queen two weeks ago!” DIpper interjected, to which Penny laughed. “That explains this, then!” She pointed her crooked finger to the words; “Weakness: LEAFBLOWERS!” They both laughed.

At the end of it all, Dipper trusted Penny infineitly more. He was also more curious, as she knew the author. She wouldn’t give him a straight answer, however. Just saying he reminded her of her own son, Walter.

Penny stays in Gravity Falls until the Twins’ Birthday is over and they’re heading off to California.

August 22-25 2012. Weirdmageddon takes place. Penny serves as a scavenger and is found by McGucket and taken back to the Mystery Shack to be protected. She joins in the fight to defeat Bill Cipher, and when everyone’s in the Fearamid, it’s the first time Penny’s seen Stanford in nearly 33 years. He begins by saying hello, and saying he missed her. Before he can say anything further, she hugs him tightly, saying that he can apologize later. He prepares to retort, but when seeing Fidds’ face in response, he quietly hushes and hugs her back.

August 28 2012. Ford apologizes for how he acted and what he had done to her, like he always should have. She tells him about their son Wirt and he’s shocked. She tells him the deal she made and how she moved out of the state. After that conversation he hugs her tight and says she never should have gone through that. If he were a better man back then, she wouldn’t have had to make a deal to have a baby.

The same day, Mabel secretly arranges a wedding for her Grunkle Ford and new ‘Grauntie Penny’. Stan is on the sidelines for the whole occassion, but finally takes his brothers side as the Best Man. Mabel is the flower girl and Dipper bares the rings, while Susan is her maid of honor. Stanford promises to protect and cherish her for as long as he lives. Penny promises to care for him and heal him when the times arise. They smooch after some crazy heartfelt vows, thus they are married.

October 15 2012. Penny and Ford celebrate Wirt’s 33rd birthday. Wirt still isn’t used to his dad but comes around when he sees just how quizzical he is. They’re so alike it’s crazy!

November 2012. Penny joins Stan and Ford on the Stan ‘O War II.

(just to keep track-- in 2020 Wirt is 41, Dip and Mabs are 21, Greg is 34, and Steven is 17)

Mans that’s what I have! I’d love to hear anything from y’all about this!

[ajokeformur-ray]

From oldest to newest ~ Erika answers asks ~

hailmary-yramliah said: Wait I’m really tripping out. I realized you were following me on Tumblr and I didn’t even know?!?!?!? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR FICS LIKE WTF IM SO SLOW BUT THANK YOU YOURE LIKE ACTUALLY AMAZING AND ME STANNING YOU RN MAKES ME EMBARRASSED BUT I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT YOU ARE SO TALENTED!!! Ahhhhh I love your Arthur/Joker fics XD 

Thank you so so much!!! <33333 This means so much to me! <3333 I hope you continue to enjoy the works that I work so hard on x

Anonymous said:Ngl I feel like it’s wrong to like Arthur & read fics about him only bc my sis thinks it’s weird af. Our interests are complete opposite & finds mine very weird and it kinda makes me sad. I wish she loved the movie as much as me & understood my “obsessions” as she calls them. Anyways, love your fics sm! You’ve gotten me into this fandom so quickly and I love it! 💕

Your sister sounds just like my, and others’, family. They don’t understand because the film wasn’t for them. It was for people like us who see Arthur and who understand him. If you find enjoyment in something, darling, most especially if it’s fictional (though very realistic), then there’s no shame in indulging in it. Thank you very much, that means a lot! <3

insfirebunny said: Ok As you might see rn I make myself comfortable in your blog. Hope you don't mind. I enjoy every single one story of yours. You write so beautifully that it's magical. Take care of yourself, sunshine ☀

I don’t mind at all, I’m flattered, thank you so, so much! <33333 take care of yourself too!!!!

Anonymous said: Would you rather date Arthur or Joker??

To me, Arthur never went insane and ‘became’ Joker. He’s not the insane one; the world is mad. So I would date Arthur and I would love him and protect him and help him (everything I write about is everything I would do for him; the things I write for others are very self-indulgent lmao I have no shame) and if, in his own time, he grew into himself (Joker), then I would still love and support him just the same. I don’t think he went mad - I think he just dropped everything holding him down, holding him back, and said “fuck the world”. And honestly? That’s a big fucking mood.

Anonymous said: Okay speaking of the multiverse theory, what is your view on it regarding fictional characters. I personally believe that not only do they exist, but with the right skills you could connect with them in some way.

Since I was a child, for as long as I could remember, I’ve had this super vivid made up, carefully crafted world inside my head with all my most loved characters. I have spent my life inside my head daydreaming. I’ve never needed real life friends because I have my imagination and though I tried to make friends. I tried so hard but I never got anywhere because I was a freak, I was this and that etc. etc. (I was bullied for like 15 years lmao fuck ‘em) and so I stayed inside my head and didn’t bother trying to cross that invisible glass wall between me and everyone else. I’m 22 and I still haven’t bothered to try; it’s cosy here so I’ll stay inside my head where I can make others happy with my daydreams. But I digress - I like to think that our loves know that we love them. Every thought, every tear, every daydream, every squeal, every pillow we’ve squeezed wanting to be them, every imagine, everything we have done or do because of them, for them, they know. They see it; they feel it. I like to believe that Arthur Fleck knows how deeply he is loved and cherished he is by all of us and more than that - he loves us all just as fiercely, and he’s so, so proud of all of us. (Also lowkey I know it’s your skin shifting due to temperature changes etc. but you know when you think you feel a hand on your shoulder or fingers in your hair when you’re like half asleep and just dozing??? Or when you have a dream of him? That’s Arthur reaching out to us in the only way he can to say he knows, he sees and he loves us too.)

Anonymous said: I LOVE YOUR WRITING SO MUCH! Like it’s crazy how good you write

Thank you so, so much!!! <3333333 I work .v. hard (one piece can take up to three hours, though the longest I’ve ever spent on a piece (Coming Home To You) was six hours. I still say that is the best thing I’ve ever written, so that means a lot! <3

Anonymous said: I love Joker from our dearly beloved 2019 Joker movie as well as Joker from The Dark Night. I can't choose which I love more so why not both! At the same time! ifyouknowwhatimsaying 👀👀👀

Sksksksksksk I believe @gothamslittlejester can help you out here lmao she’s written for poly!readerxJokerxJoker so go check out her works; they’re phenomenal! <3

Anonymous said: There's a tornado warning in my area. We NEVER get tornado warnings, like ever, so I'm kind of scared.

Ohmygoodness please stay safe, darling!!! I’ve never experienced any kind of natural phenomena like that so I can’t imagine how scary that must be! I hope everything turned out well x

Anonymous said: I read what happened to you at work and deeply sorry. I’m sure you are more than aware of this but their reaction is a reflection of themselves than of you. You have the full power to enjoy and like what you please. Also, it is okay to bite back when it is needed. It may be hard to, but sometimes it’s healthy to stand up for yourself at times. Of course it is easier said than done. Remember you’re a goddess! Take back your power ✨

Thank you so, so much!!!! I’m not really all that affected by what happened anymore; it was only a week ago but already I’ve reached that nice part of apathy where you still care but you’re like, aa fuck it, I don’t wanna be hurt by it anymore. Standing up for myself is very hard; I’m a lot like Arthur in that respect: I put my head down, bite my tongue and take it because I hate confrontation. I hate it so much so I’d rather stay quiet. My parents told me I need to be a bit less Arthur and a bit more Joker; maybe in time that bite will come to me xp thank you honey! Your words mean a lot; I’m always here if you ever wanna talk about anything!!!

Anonymous said: I just read what you said about your coworkers. Honestly that's so horrible and I hope you're feeling better soon. ♡ I feel you so much, things like that happened to me all the time while I was still in school. But please, don't hate yourself. You have such a beautiful mind, you have talent & creativity most of them couldn't even dream of. It's not your fault that they can't see how beautiful being an introvert & a daydreamer can be. You're wonderful the way you are. ♡ ( @buried-in-windy-meadows )

I’m so sorry that you had to experience that, too, it’s an awful feeling when you try to be yourself and people are mean. I hope you know that they are no reflection on you, as the previous anon says - it’s all on them! Thank you so much; your words mean a lot <3 I’ve always been this way, for as long as I can remember I’ve lived inside my head, so I see no reason to change; I’m happy in, not necessarily myself, but my imagination and my creativity is my favourite part of myself (even when I’m at war with the rest of me, I can find solace in my imagination and I’m very lucky to have that) and I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Anonymous said: I’m pretty sure you’re on the opposite side of the world from me so I just wanted to let you know your words and your attitude are making someone on the other side of the planet smile. We are all so lucky to have you and to have this movie to connect us. It makes me feel really human 🧡

This film is without a doubt the best thing that’s ever happened to me - we’ve all found a home, a place to go to vent and to write and to support each other and it’s so beautiful how such a tragic, grisly and dark film has brought light to so many of us. Arthur would adore it, I know he would. Thank you, darling, this means a lot to me! Please know I’m always here for you should you ever need anything or just wanna drop a line! <3

rafaelina-casillas said:Aw, I'm so so sorry that happened to you! People can be so nasty - especially to those who never deserved it! I hope you're feeling a lot better now! I can only say that in my country (where Halloween is not a tradition but more and more people are celebrating it) I saw at least 5 or 6 people in less than an hour who were doing the same makeup as you - and no one tried to mock them. I guess you had the worst luck with your colleagues but try to not mind them. They don't deserve your nerves! 💖

Exactly! I didn’t go out with my makeup, I just stayed home and enjoyed my private and personal display of love for Joker - I’m sure he’d have been flattered! And I dared to open up to my colleagues; it’s a mistake I won’t make twice, that’s for sure. Thank you, you’re always so kind to me and it means a lot - will have to DM you soon!

insfirebunny said: You look so cute and your writing is a pure gold. Stay strong

Thank you so, so much, you’re too kind!!! Take care of yourself, love! <3

Anonymous said: binge watching Batman: The Animated Series this weekend. Mark Hamil’s joker is amazing tbh

I’ll have to check that out; see if it’s on Netflix or Youtube. I hope you had a wonderful weekend! <3

theclownsqueen said: Hi! Im a new page, i love your page so much and your work is amazing! Sorry just thought I'd drop by. :)

Yeeeees ohmygoodness I gotta reply to your DM; I’ve got so many lmao <3333 thank you so much, you’re far too kind, I hope you continue to enjoy my works; I’m always here if you need anything x

Anonymous said: I relate to Arthur so bad. I’ve always been a loner and really shy, plus I’ve been helping out my mother a lot with financial problems. Once I saw the movie in theaters I just fell in love with it and it really brings me joy to read your fics. I just wish I wouldn’t get labeled a weirdo or freak for openly expressing that I like Arthur. Just makes me feel ashamed for liking something which sucks.

Thank you, darling - I’m glad my works can bring you joy; that’s really all I want to do with my writing is to help people in the moments they most need it. Even if all I manage to do is make your lips quirk upwards, that means I’ve done what I set out to do! I’m sorry you’re having such a rough time of it and I hope things start to look up for you soon! <3 The people who should feel ashamed are the ones labelling you for expressing yourself; truly, they’re the punchline of the joke Arthur was laughing at during the end of the film. Don’t let them take your sun from you, love - that means they’re winning. Please know I’m always here for you; don’t be afraid to drop me a line! <3

Anonymous said: I love your writing!

Thanks, honey! That means a lot <3

Anonymous said: Any tips for fic writers out there? Love your work btw!

There’s so much I could tell you but honestly, rules and guidelines don’t matter. Just have fun with it. Write what you wanna write in the way you wanna write it, when you wanna write it, and if anyone doesn’t like it, then who cares? Do it for you, even if you’re fulfilling requests for other people. Step back when you gotta, don’t be afraid to turn down writing requests if you don’t gel with them or you just don’t wanna or you’re not comfy with it, and really just have fun. If you have fun with the work you put in, then it’ll shine through and people’ll love it!

writings-of-a-gen-z said: hey love hope everythings going okay for you and the world isnt being too mean x

You’re too good to me, you always are. Thanks, love, and the same for you <3 sending hugs and love!

jibanyyan submitted:

I love your writing so so so so much you don’t even know it! I get excited each time I get notified that you posted again and I even take my time to read them in uni!!!

Just know that I love your blog and you can always reach out to me if you need someone to talk to even though we don’t know each other!

Much love goes out to you love xx

Thank you so, so much omgggggg you’re always so kind and supportive and it’s???? amazing ???? Please know the same for you; I’m almost always online when I’m not at work (even when I’m studying I have tumblr open in case people need me lmao) so I’ll reply .p. quickly! <3333 thank you so much omgggg sending you loads of love and hugs, I hope you’re well!

harlyquln said: when do you plan on opening requests again? 🥵

I’m not sure yet, love, but because I love to put myself under pressure lmao because nothing will make you work like an impending deadline, shall we say the beginning of December? That gives me just under 3 weeks to write almost 40 requests and honestly, that seems reasonable (ish). <3

Anonymous said: your comfort fics are always so beautiful 💕 i’ve never felt like i was actually IN an imagine before i read one of yours. you’re honestly one of my fav authors

Omggggg thank youuuuuu~ comfort fics are my favourite thing to write so that means so much! <3

kat-o-combs said: Good morning sunshine ☺️ I hope your day is going well. You deserve happiness, comfort, and contentment 💕 love ya!

Omgggg you’re always so good to me wtfffff <3333 thank youuu I hope the same for you too; you deserve all the best things in life! Love you too x

Anonymous said: Hope you're gonna feel better! I've discovered your blog... a week ago, I think, and your stories have helped me more than you'll ever know. I find a lot of comfort and support to keep me going when I read your stories and I'm so thankful for your blog. :)

Anonymous said: Hope you're gonna feel better! I've discovered your blog... a week ago, I think, and your stories have helped me more than you'll ever know. I find a lot of comfort and support to keep me going when I read your stories and I'm so thankful for your blog. :)

Helping people with my writing is a literal dream so thank you for telling me this! When I write the softer comfort imagines, they’re very emotionally draining and I have to dig deep to write them so usually I come away feeling old wounds and pretty tired in myself; I take care of myself in the ways I know helps (funnily enough, writing is both the issue and the solution) and I come back out on top. Thank you very much for telling me this, I’m glad I’m able to help you! <3

Anonymous said: Awww I hope you feel better soon!!

I do, darling, thank you so much x

Anonymous said: Sneaking up to nuzzle Arthur, then blowing a raspberry on his neck and watching him grin and shy away with a giggle.

Yeeeees~ lmaooooo it’s what he deserves!!!!!! <33333

Anonymous said: I saw joker for the second time and I think I've finally accepted in myself what you had a while ago. Arthur feels like home, he feels like comfort. When he would be dancing or just even smile I felt like I was there and I felt like everything was okay. I've fallen in love with a fictional character, but I can accept that. Because escaping with him brings me so much joy and love, I cant imagine being without it

Neither can I, nonnie. I’ve felt love for characters before but never like this. Never. I never wanna be without him or without this community again. We found a home in Arthur Fleck and fuck he’d love that so much. I’m glad he’s able to to bring you joy and love, it’s all he’d want for you and he’d be so proud of you!!! <3

Anonymous said: I had a dream about arthur last night???? Like I got into a car crash and he came and got me and brought me home and cuddled me and gave me kisses and honestly the dream was super scattered but so nice wow

That sounds like such a lovely dream omg loving Arthur and being loved right back??? Where do we sign up?? <3

Anonymous said: wish i could make Arthur a flower crown right now god damn

A) he’d look so fucking cute and B) he’d wear it around the apartment all the time omgggggg ~ he’d never wear it outside bc he’s scared it’ll get lost or stolen or broken but at home he’d cherish it so much and he’d look adorable ohhhh~ ;33333

Anonymous said: Hey, Ily and all though I'm not the biggest fan of Joker fics I just want you to know I still support and care for you

Thank you honey, this means a lot!!!! If this isn’t your scene, you’re welcome to unfollow, I won’t be mad or anything at all. Thank you for your continued support if you decide to stay, though, it means so much x

rebs-doom said:reminder that u r my fave person bye

Come here and let me love you, you precious, beautiful soul. I love you so much.

Anonymous said: What do you get when you cross a sad, touch-starved man with a blog that cherishes him and treats him well? I'll tell you what you get, you get what you fucking deserve. *smooch*

Can you imagine:

“Hey, Arthur?”

Arthur made a soft noise of acknowledgement from where he was sleepily cuddled into your side.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“Mm,” He chuckled, “What?” He blearily opened his eyes to gaze at you fondly.

*You tell him this joke but swap ‘blog’ for ‘person’ and kiss him before he can react*

And see how fast he gives you what you deserve ;) ;)

(high key it’d become a way for you to say ‘i love you’ without saying it. Like, “you’re always so good to me” // “it’s what you deserve”) <333 sweet boi deserves the world.

Anonymous said: Can I just say how much of a blessing you are to the Arthur Fleck/Joker fandom!

Istg I’m drowning in all this love omggggg you’re far too kind to me I’m just a simple girl pouring out her love for Arthur/Joker into her blog because it’s got nowhere else to go <333333333 thank you so much!!! <3333

Anonymous said: I feel so sad for Arthur; he pretty much had the world against him from day one. I could only imagine some of the stuff he'd gone through when he was small. I just see baby Arthur lying in a filthy crib, crying for his mother's comfort or from hunger, and Penny just not even noticing it or caring.

I know :( it’s so tragic and dark and there are thousands of Arthur Flecks in real life who are unseen and defeated and broken down but they can’t get help but they’re trying and they work so hard and they just. Keep. Going. I left the cinema each time crying really hard and got home and cried some more for Arthur and for all the people, including myself, who watched the film and saw pieces of themselves in Arthur. When I think of Penny, I find it oddly funny that she always called him ‘Happy’ when he was anything but and it was only until she died that he became what she always thought he was. It’s beautifully ironic, in a strange way.

Okay, so uh... I gotta not let asks build up like that again lmao this took me two hours wowowowow <3333 I’m aiming to get some writing done today, there’s three or four pieces I’ve started and not finished so I’ll work on those. Thanks, loves, you have no idea how much you all mean to me! <3

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Sunsets & Whiskey Kisses: Chapter Eighteen.

Note: Everything that is spoken by the officiant and Jack and Ryleigh in the wedding ceremony was found on two wedding script sites. Please come for me just because I don’t know what’s said at weddings. Please also note that there are quite possibly a lot of grammatical errors in this as it is very late and my eyes are tired. I have re written this chapter so many times and I feel like everything wrote in this still sucks but nevertheless, I really hope that you enjoy this. 

Just a heads up, if weddings make you cry, you may want to have some tissues with you just incase you need them.

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My dearest daughter,

Today is your wedding day and I'm so excited to see you in your dress. I'm excited to walk you down the aisle and give you away to the man of your dreams. 

As I write this letter, you are in the living room playing with your Lego and insisting that your mother help you. It's melting my heart. You really are the most adorable 3 year old a man could ever hope to be blessed with. 

I can't wait to see what my grandkids are going to be like. I hope that they are as strong, independent and beautiful, just like you are, my precious daughter.

My hope for you is that no matter what life throws at you, you come to know just how strong you can be. I want you to know that if you ever need us, your mother and I are always here for you. As are your aunt Anna and uncle Gabriel. We all love you so much. 

So my darling girl, as we walk down the aisle, I want you to know that you can lean on me if you need to.

I love you, my sweet Ryleigh Jay.

Love always, Dad.

Ryleigh read this as the tears rolled down her cheeks. "Where did you find this?" Ryleigh asked as her mother stood before her. "It was in a small box on his side of the closet and when I saw your name on it, I figured that you'd like it today." Grace explained and Ryleigh hugged her tight. "I really wish that he was here right now. I need him and I need one of his hugs." Ryleigh said as Grace broke the hug. "He is right here you with you my darling. So are Anna and Gabriel and I know for a fact that they are all smiling down on you and Jack today. They are so proud of you and so am I." Grace said and Ryleigh cried some more. The women hugged again and stayed like that until Dakota came in to tell Ryleigh that it was time to get into her dress. 

Dakota helped her friend into the dress and when it was secured on her body, Ryleigh looked into the full length mirror. "You look beautiful Ryles." Dakota said softly as she helped Ryleigh smooth out her dress. "You think he'll like it?" The bride asked and Dakota smiled. "I think he's going to weep when he sees you." Dakota replied with a chuckle. Ryleigh smiled as well. "You there mom?" Ryleigh called in question. "Yes and your uncle Peter's with me." Grace replied. Ryleigh looked at Dakota and Dakota nodded in reassurance. 

The bride walked out and Grace let out a choked sob. "Oh my baby. You look so beautiful and so grown up." Grace said as she walked away. Ryleigh smiled. "How do I look uncle Pete?" Ryleigh asked. Peter wiped at his eyes and hugged her. "Your father would be so proud of you and In fact, he would sobbing louder than your mother." He joked, making Ryleigh laughed. "I'm sorry you're stuck with getting married at the boat house instead of the lake house. I know how important it was to you." Peter said as he broke the hug. "I was angry but I'm not now. It's where our parents got married and in a way, I feel closer to them." Ryleigh shrugged. Grace smiled and Dakota helped to calm the mother down. "Ok, it's time." Dakota said and Grace nodded before wishing her daughter well. Grace then went to Jack as she would be doubling as mother of the groom. 

"I'll see you down there." Dakota said as she walked downstairs. "Ready pumpkin?" Peter asked and Ryleigh nodded. "As I'll ever be." She breathed out as she tried to calm her nerves. "Just remember that he's with you and so am I." Peter said. "That means a lot." Ryleigh said as they walked downstairs and to where her and Jack were saying 'I do'. "Seeing your face helps." Ryleigh joked. "Did you just ask me to do this because your father and I are identical twins?" He teased. "You are the closest thing I have to him and because there is no one in this world that I trust more than you to step into his spot." Ryleigh replied. Peter smiled at his niece. Before they knew it, Ryleigh and Peter stood in place as they watched as Chase and Dakota walk down the aisle. "I'm right here Ryleigh." Peter whispered as he saw the nerves etched in her eyes. She nodded and they walked down the aisle. 

Jack stood with his back to the door as he tried to calm himself down. When the music started playing, he turned to face her and as soon as he did, he wept just like Dakota said he would. Ryleigh's smile grew when she saw how well Jack had cleaned up. He had shaved and sported a navy tux. His eyes screamed love and kindness and Ryleigh felt her heart slam against her ribcage. Peter and Ryleigh reached Jack and he handed his niece off to her almost husband. "Hi baby." Ryleigh whispered before Jack kissed her hand. The couple then turned their attention to the officiant before them. 

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, and to cherish the words which shall unite Ryleigh and Jackson." The officiant started. "Marriage is the promise between two people who love each other, and who trust in that love, who honour each other as individuals, and who chose to spend the rest of their lives together." The officiant continued. Jack and Ryleigh looked at each other and beamed. "This ceremony will not create a relationship that does not already exist between you. It is a symbol of how far you've come these past few years. It is a symbol of the promises you will make to each other to continue growing stronger as individuals and as partners. No matter what challenges you face, you now face them together, and no matter how much you succeed, you now succeed together. The love between you joins you now as one." The officiant said as everyone listened. "Ryleigh and Jackson, please join hands, look at one another now and remember this moment in time." The officiant concluded.

The officiant looked at Jack. "Jackson, do you take Ryleigh to be your wife?" The older man asked and Jack smiled. "I do." Jack said and the officiant turned his attention to Ryleigh. "Ryleigh, do you take Jackson to be your husband?" The older man asked again. Ryleigh returned Jack's smile. "I do." She replied as she felt the flutters erupt in her bell at the mention of Jack being her husband. Jack felt the same at the though Ryleigh as his wife. 

"Ryleigh, Please take Jackson's hand and repeat after me." The man spoke and Ryleigh nodded and did as she was told. "Jackson, I take you as you are, loving who you are. I promise from this day forward to be grateful for our love and our life. To be generous with my time, my energy and my affection. To be patient with you and with myself. To fill our life with adventure and our home with laughter. To encourage you to grow as an individual and to love you completely. This I pledge to you." Ryleigh spoke. Jack then repeated the words through his stray tears. 

"Please present the rings." The officiant spoke. Chase and Dakota handed Jack and Ryleigh the rings and the officiant spoke again. "Your wedding ring is a symbol of your promise to one another. The ring, an unbroken. never-ending circle, is a symbol of committed, unending love." The older man spoke with a small smile playing at his lips. "Jackson, as you place this ring on Ryleigh's finger, repeat these words after me." The man spoke again. "This ring symbolizes my love for you and the commitments we made today." Jack spoke as he slid the ring on Ryleigh's finger. Ryleigh repeated the same words and slid the ring on Jack's finger. She looked at him in awe of how handsome and sexy he looked. 

"Jackson and Ryleigh, you have come here today of your own free will and in the presence of family and friends, have declared your love and commitment to each other. You have given and received a ring as a symbol of your promises. By the power of your love and commitment to each other, and by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The officiant said as he looked between the pair. "Jackson, you may now kiss your bride." The older man said and Jack did. He kissed Ryleigh good. "Congratulations. Friends and family, I now present to you, Mr. and Mrs. Mason." The officiant concluded. The couple joined hands and walked back up the aisle with face splitting smiles.

"Holy fuck. Did we really just do that?" Ryleigh asked and Jack nodded. "We sure did." He said as he kissed her deeply. "I love you Roo." Jack said when he broke the kiss. "I love you too duckie." Ryleigh replied. 

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"How does it feel to be married?" Peter asked as he handed Ryleigh a beer. "It feels good. All I can say is that we could have the reception outside ad still have the BBQ style food we wanted." Ryleigh joked. "I'm glad we could have reception outside as well. It's the most perfect weather for a wedding." He said as Kate, Grace and Dakota walked up to them. "Well, how do you feel?" Dakota asked in a teasing tone. "Today has been the best. I married my best friend." Ryleigh replied as she looked over at Chase and her husband. "I think I'm going to take a walk. Excuse me." Ryleigh said as she walked off. Jack saw this and he too excused himself. 

"You ok baby?" He questioned as he found his wife down by the semi frozen water. "I should be asking you that." Ryleigh admitted with a sad smile. Jack knew that look all too well. "Look at me." Jack said and Ryleigh continued to watch the water. "Do you remember that day we stood in this spot and promised each other that we would forget the night we slept together?" Ryleigh questioned and Jack gave her a small smile. "Of course I remember. We ended up sleeping together again and then you told me that you were pregnant." He replied. "You asked me to marry you. Said you wanted to the honourable thing." Ryleigh responded. "Then you miscarried the baby right?" Jack wondered and Ryleigh nodded. "It was a boy you know. I named him Ethan." Ryleigh admitted and Jack wrapped her in a hug. "That was our only chance to have a baby and he slipped through my fingers." Ryleigh mumbled as she buried her face in his chest. "Why are you telling me this now?" Jack asked and Ryleigh looked up at him. "I miscarried him on May 30th." She said and Jack's heart broke even more so but then he smiled. "I know for a fact that he is with his grandparents and they are taking care of him. We will have a baby Ryleigh and when we do, it will be so worth the wait. Adopted or surrogate, it doesn't matter because if it means we get to raise a baby together, I'm here for you." Jack explained and Ryleigh smiled and kissed him. "What did I do to deserve you?" The woman asked and Jack shrugged with a boyish grin. "Let's go back and we can dance the night away, drink and eat." Jack said and they walked back hand in hand.

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By the time that the father daughter dance rolled around, the stars twinkled against the black sky. The men had removed their jackets and had their sleeves rolled up to their elbows and their waistcoats were open. The thing that caught Ryleigh's attention was how Jack's hair was now slightly dishevelled and his bow tie hung loose around his neck. He looked good enough to eat. 

"Ready kiddo?" Peter asked as he walked toward his niece. She nodded and they walked to the dancefloor. As the music started, an old home video of Ryleigh and David started to play. Ryleigh was three years old and stood on her father's feet as he swayed with her to the music. Ryleigh's bright smile tugged at her little lips as she looked up at her father. David smiled down at her and mouthed 'I love you' to her. In the same way Ryleigh danced with her father in the video, she danced with Peter. Except she was much taller and she wasn't standing on his feet. Watching them dance was like watching David and Ryleigh. It made Grace tear up at the sight. She really wished that her husband and two friends were here for this moment. 

Note: The song above is what Ryleigh and her uncle dance to.

When the dance was done. People were invited to dance on the dance floor again. Ryleigh walked over to Jack and kissed him softly. "I had no idea you were going to use that video." Jack said and Ryleigh shrugged with a smile. "I wanted him here and I wasn't missing out on my father daughter dance." Ryleigh explained and Jack chuckled. "Well my beautiful bride, what do you say to water?" Jack asked and Ryleigh nodded. "First one to admit they're drunk looses?" She teased and Jack shook his head. "I would but I have a surprise for you later and I need to be sober for it and so do you." He explained and Ryleigh quirked her brow at him. "I'm not saying anything." He said as he walked off. "Would you like to dance?" Calvin asked his granddaughter. "I'd love to grandpa." The woman said as she got up to dance with him.

Many dances later, the night was starting to wind down. A few guests were still around. Jack and Ryleigh were on the dance floor swaying to the music that played. Jack occasionally twirled his wife and she would smile at him when she was back in his strong arms. The feeling of a new chapter settled into their bones and it made them giddy with happiness and joy. "Thank you for marrying me." Jack whispered as he held Ryleigh close. "Thank you for asking me to marry you." She replied back with a soft chuckle before giving him a small kiss. "God I can't wait to get you back to our suite, tear that dress off you, bend you over and fuck you so hard, you look too innocent in that dress when I know how much of a good little slut you can be for me and what that pretty little mouth of yours can do." Jack whispered into her ear as he held her close once again. Ryleigh moaned and smashed her lips to his in a heated kiss. "Get a room you two." Dakota shouted as feigned a grimace. Jack and Ryleigh broke apart and laughed with embarrassment. "Want to take a walk?" Jack asked and Ryleigh nodded. The couple left the boat house giggling.

"Why are we going to the Lake house. I though mom said she had closed it?" Ryleigh asked when she was led toward the said house. Jack just looked at her. "I thought maybe we could sit on the porch swing for a few minutes. I have something for you." Jack said as they got closer. Ryleigh rolled her eyes but smiled. "Fine but I really do just want to fuck you already." Ryleigh whined. Jack sat down on the swing and Ryleigh sat next to him. "What did you want to give me?" The woman asked. Jack reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a smallish box and handed it to his wife. She looked at him with slight confusion. "Just open it." He said as he watched her. "Is this supposed to mean something?" Ryleigh asked as she held up a key. Jack smiled and nodded. "Welcome home Ryleigh." He said and she looked at him. "What?" She asked quietly. "I changed the address on the invitations." Jack admitted and Ryleigh started to smile. "Why?" She asked. "Chase, Dakota, your mother and I have been getting this house ready for us to move into." He replied and Ryleigh teared up. "I bought the Lake house." Jack admitted and Ryleigh threw her arms around him and held him tightly. Jack knew how much this house meant to her and he wanted to surprise her. "What about the farm?" She asked as she broke the hug. "I'll still help but I gave it to Dakota and Chase." He said and Ryleigh started laughing. "Seriously?" She asked and he kissed her cheek. 

"Want to go in and have a look inside?" He asked and she nodded. Ryleigh unlocked the door and before she step foot inside, Jack picked her up and carried her through the door. "Love you." She breathed out tenderly. Jack kissed her as passionately as he could with her in his arms. "Take me to bed Mr. Mason." Ryleigh mumbled against his lips. "Anything for you Mrs. Mason." He whispered back. "Wait." She said loudly with amusement as her eyes landed on a framed photo. Jack noticed where her eyes had landed. The man rolled his eyes and Ryleigh laughed. "Did you do that?" Ryleigh asked and Jack shook his head. "That has Dakota written all over it." He replied as he went to take it down. "No, just leave it. It can be a reminder of where we really started and where we ended up." Ryleigh said and the couple walked up to the very same room they first slept together. What was once Ryleigh's room was now theirs. Oh yeah, things that belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Mason had a nice ring to it.

Note: This is supposed to be the framed photo that Dakota hung on the entry way wall.

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