#note that I do not support Viv or her works

[juniette13]

She’s taking five billion years to complete help me 😭

[knight-a3]

Hazbin Hotel Sketchbook 2: Part 9

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Spider fam

At this point, I'd done most of the main cast and started branching out, because I like doing character design. So I took a crack at the Spider Family. Notes will be under the cut.

At the very end, I was doing some 1920s flapper girl research. You only get one guess why.

Overview: So the whole family is spiders because the mob is a whole family-wide web of crime. But the more deeply involved, the more spider traits they have.

More notes under the cut

Arackniss: the heir

As the heir to the family business, Arackniss was highly involved. It's made him pretty tired and grumpy and no-nonsense. He functions on coffee, usually black because he's just after the caffeine. He's also a smoker. He's gotta have his cigarettes.

He has three sets of arms, and is unable to retract any of them. He usually has an overcoat and sticks his extra arms in pockets, which hides them pretty well. He's able to climb walls and jump well.

Design-wise, I wanted to differentiate his head shape from Angel's by slightly changing his hairstyle. And his eyebrows are actually a pair of eyes. (Jumping spiders have 4 pairs of eyes, 8 eyes total)

Angie: the wild child

Anthony had always been pretty wishy washy in his desire to participate in the family business. He enjoyed some aspects, but not others. Overall, he just enjoyed partying and shooting up (in more ways than one). Their father was Catholic and consequently pretty homophobic. Anthony's siblings knew (Molly was very supportive, Arackniss was too tired to care), but he never came out to their parents in life. It caused a significant rift in their afterlife, leading their parents to disowning him. Which Angel was fine with, he was more interested in serving himself anyway, and he eventually turned to Valentino for affection.

Angel has three sets of arms, but can retract his third set. He can jump decently, but can't climb walls. His hair is fluffier than Arackniss's because Angel cares more about his appearance and has a whole beauty routine.

Molly: the spoiled daughter. Guilty by association.

In canon, Molly is in heaven. But I think she knew what the family business was and benefited from it. She didn't participate herself(she's a spoiled daddy's girl), but didn't care that her family did bad things like murder. So I'm putting her in hell with the rest of them. Ma and Pa still spoil her.

I tried to wrap my head around the anatomy of her four legs, but just couldn't get it to work in a way that I liked. So, she also has three sets of arms, but can retract the two extras(because her involvement with the business was very hands off, at most she would do something in the business front). She can't climb walls or jump well.

Ma: the mob wife

I guess she is technically an OC. But I honestly just wanted to play with character design. She's a classic femme fatale. She has two sets of retractable legs that come out from her back. The symbolism is that she seems harmless at first, but she's deceptively dangerous. She can jump well, climb walls, and has venom. I know jumping spiders aren't venomous, but this is fictional and it works thematically.

Pops: the mob boss. Despite how he looks, he was not inspired by Waternoose from Monsters Inc. I realized that afterwards. I also didn't know until after that Viv had designed him. I've looked at it since, and am not particularly impressed. But it's pretty old at this point, and was for Zoophobia rather than Hazbin Hotel. SO...

Because he was the boss, he's the most visually transformed. Worst of the lot. He smokes cigars and is a coffee snob.

He has three sets of legs, and his mustache is made of spider fangs. His eyebrows are a pair of eyes, like Arackniss. He's got a venomous touch, sort of like Thrax from Osmosis Jones.

20s flapper fashion studies that I used the extra paper space for.

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sinsmas is a fun episode to me honestly, but the way they try to gaslight the audience into thinking that cheating is fine as long as youre doing it at the expense of your abusive partner is, regardless of how your kids feel, even supporting the idea they should just roll with it, is.. i hate it? and in stoliz's case, its not even, "stolas cheated on stella with blitz and the two made this family together out of the broken pieces left with their kids," like the humans did. (which realistically probably wouldnt work out, and only does because karen is dead and the daughters arent actual characters with agency like the majority of vivs female characters,) its, "stolas felt so unwanted his entire life because of this arranged marriage that, when his ""first ever friend"" fucked him and stole the grimorie the morning after, his immediate reaction was NOT to get him an asmodean crystal so the two could continue to fuck consensually, without hurting his daughters birthright, but to instead FORCE his ""first ever friend"" while he was literally fighting for his life into having sex once a month for usage to said birthright, that is the entire REASON he had a daughter he didnt want, willingly putting the grimorie in the hands of someone else every month 99% of the time, so he could MAKE that person FUCK HIM because he was a sad innocent uwu boi who never knew what twue wove is and that was totally all he wanted all along!" actually, im just a big dumb idiot, this is fine, and not fucked up at all. i should just turn my brain off so i can buy 69 more stoliz plushies, pins, and shirts from shark robot dot com that i can shove up my anus and shit out - the money im given by the go fund me i set up due to the following anal prolapse it causes, will go directly to viviene "dont say yes until im finished talking" mendrano's disneyland, taxidermy peacock, and kfc in japan budget! just like that queer, totally not white passing, totally not having a history of edgy bigotedness even up into 2023, totally doesnt have a rape fetish, totally not someone who has a pattern of using people and spitting them out, DESERVES to have! :D

In hindsight, I do wish the episode was mainly about IMP and them focusing on their sins. Like how Millie and Moxxie do wrath related things, Loona does gluttony with her friends, etc. Majority of the episode was just Vivziepop gaslighting the audience and the demonizing a woman who is upset she got the short end of the stick.

That first friend/circus episode was so dumb. Not only does it make Stolas and Stoliz look worse in comparison. The two never acknowledge what happened at the mansion at all except when Blitzø attempts to steal the grimoire. Stolas and Blitzø aren’t even friends like Vivziepop wants to imply and milk in the merch. Blitzø was literally Stolas’ temporary slave, forced to hang out with him then the two went their separate ways.

Yes, Anon we should definitely turn our brain off- no we should remove them completely and ignore how messy the plot is, the lack of world building in this story, how one-note and neglected the female characters are, etc. 😔 It’s all about Stoliz

[maxmagic]

LONG post featuring my opinions on this design and her concept and also Vivs character design decisions in general

This design singlehandedly made my account rise from the fucking dead because of how much opinions I have on it

TO NOTE : I LIKE Helluva Boss as a show. Is it perfect? No. Do I think it has issues from both writing and design aspects? Yes. Do I like it regardless? Also yes. You can like a show and still have criticisms of it. Also Viv has answered some criticisms about Beelzebubs design and I will talk about them too

Final warning cuz this is LONG and rambled at points

By this point we are all aware that once a new character gets revealed in Helluva or Hazbin , there's always opinions on it.

But Beelzebub truly takes the cake on how divided people are on her design. People either adore it or hate it with a blinding passion (and some just don't like it cuz they have a Viv hate boner).

I have to say I actually really like it as a stand alone design. Remove her from the story and context it's genuinely an appealing design with fun and bright colors. I personally don't mind the early 2010's sparkle dog look. It has a nostalgic charm to it and if you followed Viv for long enough you know she really likes that aesthetic. She has good colors and color placement and my main real dislike is the weird hair.

And she's animated BEAUTIFULLY !!! Real props to the animators for being able to make this design look nice in motion because god lord is it complicated. This will be a criticism later, but again, its really amazing on how they made this design look good even though we all know this must have been a real bitch to animate.

The real issue that come to me with her design is when you put her in the show and have to think about who she is, what she is, what her lore is ect.

Firstly: Her not being 'lore accurate' kinda falls flat given that none of the designs thus far have been accurate to what they're based on. Like Asmodeus has elements that tie him to his demon name counterpart (with the rooster tail and 3 faces) but they're more allusions then design inspirations. Lucifer is literally just a top hat twink and Mammon (even tho we haven't seen his full design yet) is clown/jester themed. Viv has made it clear that this version of hell isn't supported to be an accurate depiction of biblical hell. So she can really do whatever she wants with her interpretation. Her not being an insect, although disappointing since we don't really have that in the show, is only just a matter of personal taste.

HOWEVER there's still a lot of discrepancies with her design.

So she's supposed to be a Bee-Fox hybrid... Where's the bee??? Like take away the hexagon background, where is the bee part of her design? She has antenna and wings but... They don't really do much. The antenna are fine and its smart they placed at the tip of her ears, but the wings are straight up not bee wings!!! They look more like pixie wings and they're so small half the time I forgot they were there. Couldn't you have added.. idk some stripes?? she has stripes on her ears but they don't look like bee stripers more so general Viv design details. It's weird given she uses stripes so heavily in other designs yet the BEE character doesnt. Maybe add some fuzz like how bumblebees have?? Maybe trade that stupid lava lamp tail/hair if its too complex. I really don't like how she has normal hair and also a weird liquid part and liquid tail. It adds too much visual noise and just doesn't gel well wit the rest of her design. Her lava lamp stomach too just feels like needless addition of animation work for something that just doesn't add anything. Her colors ( despite being nice) kinda clash against all the other hellhounds who have a muted black/grey/red color pallate. It makes her look like an 13 year olds OC thats been edited in

Literally the only things that changed are her colors, size and eyes. In my opinion this should have been her base design because the colors and bug eyes lean into more of the bee aspect. Plus with these colors she fits more with other hellhounds.

Like right now the normal design feels 97% fox with just the most subtle bee elements slapped on. If it wasn't for the background, look me in the eye and tell me this design is a fox bee hybrid.

She also doesn't feel like a prince? She's dressed very casually and doesn't have nearly have enough of an imposing vibe. I didn't know she was a prince until it was said in show. I thought she was just some high rank demon performer. Its kinda disappointing given how grand, larger then life look and energy Asmodeus had. They were introduced in the same way via big song number, but Asmodeus felt like a Prince of Lust, Beelzebub felt more like a performer of Gluttony rather then a ruler.

Also why if she a hellhound in the first place? i saw somewhere on twitter that its cuz her people are hellhounds but that doesnt make sense. Lucifer isn't a human and Asmodeus isn't a succubus, so why does Bee have to be a hellhound? We know that hellhounds are the lowest ranked amongst hell natives, so how do people outside of gluttony feel about her? She is treated like royalty but is also a hellhound, the lowest demon. It causes a needless paradox that makes you question the worldbuilding of the show.

Also why are hellhounds the lowest rank in hell ? and why are they associated with gluttony of all things? I am going to be honest when I say I completely forgot they were native to gluttony because gluttony has a beehive aesthetic and like wtf do dogs have anything to do with it . Like other demons shown have themes that tie them into their respective prince or sin, but we aren't shown why hellhounds in particular are gluttony. Like it feels like a minor thing but when you present information about worldbuilding and show stuff that contradicts it, people will question it.

And why is she dating a hellhound? Or more so why is she so open about it. Like its been shown in the show that Stolas and Admodeus dating imps is a taboo thing so her being so open about her relationship with someone whose even lower then an imp. Again its going back on lore and worldbuilding being contradicted. If you're going to make rules for a show, stick to them.

I'm putting these two side by side cuz I have the same complaint about them.

How are we suppose to know this?? First the gluttony ring severally lacks any circus motifs (it has more of a bee theme then a circus one), but Bee ESPECIALLY doesn't have ANY hints at being circus themed, let alone animal trainer.

I knew that all the princes had a circus theme but from I (and from what ive seen in other comments) though she was an acrobat or like dancer of the sort. Literary nothing in her design says she is an animal trainer. And also the hippie 60s spirit is also not anywhere in the design. Just because a design choice is clear to you doesn't mean its clear to everyone else. A good design makes its points across loud and clear so everyone can understand it. This really feels like she's making it all up as people ask. She probably isn't but it really comes across that way. You cant just say something about a design that just isn't in the design or its not shown properly. This is an issue a lot of Helluva and Hazbin Hotels characters have (look up any of their trivia and you'll see how bad some designs are communicated), but with Bee its emphasized tenfold because she's suppose to represent all these different things (fox, bee, prince, party girl, animal trainer, DA sparkle dog, 60s hippie free spirit) at it just isn't conveyed or is put in such a way where you cant clearly tell what it is. It honestly feels like Viv had in mind to have a Kesha pop party girl character and just made her a prince. Shes trying to justify all these things and saying them like they're obvious when they're clearly not!

This design suffers from having too many ideas slapped on it that just don't work and actively work against each other.It makes me less excited for the future prince designs

If youve come this far good for you for sticking around to this way too long of a ramble about a probably one off character in a popular indie cartoon :D

[annab-nana]

eddie and “He's/She’s hiding behind the sofa.”

oh this with dad!eddie sounds precious

warnings: not proofread

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"he's here!" vivian squealed as she shimmied down off the chair she was using to look out the window to run to the couch. before ducking behind it, she looked at you, brown curls awry, and raised her finger to her lips, silently asking you to keep quiet about her hiding spot.

you gave her an assuring nod before going back to folding the towels you'd just dried. you heard viv's soft giggle at the same time you heard eddie's footsteps approaching the door.

"oh," he said loudly when his little girl wasn't there to greet him at the door like she always was. he glanced around the room and took note of the dining room chair pushed to the window, meaning viv was waiting for him somewhere. "oh where, oh where is my sweet princess vivian rose?"

you swore you could hear her laughter once more before it stopped. eddie was making his way toward you but halted at the sound.

"do you know where the princess is?" eddie continued theatrically while stepping forward to press a kiss to your lips in greeting.

"that i do not," you shared with him, your eyes cutting over to the couch to see if viv could see you. once you were clear, you mouthed to eddie, "she's hiding behind the sofa."

he gave you another kiss as a thank-you prior to dramatically looking around the house. he checked her bedroom, your bedroom, the bathrooms, the kitchen, the dining room, the closets, everywhere he could before waltzing into the living room.

after you had folded the last of the laundry, you walked over to lean against the doorway, watching him look behind and under everything but the couch.

"well, honey," eddie called out, falling back onto the couch in exasperation, "i think we've lost our daughter."

a little giggle sounded throughout the room, but both you and eddie pretended not to hear it.

"what should we do?" you played along after letting out a sigh.

"the only thing we can do," eddie prefaced before he stood to walk over to you and reached for the phone beside you. "call the police."

"no!" viv's little shout caused both you and eddie to turn your heads toward her. "don't call the police! i'm right here, daddy!"

eddie slammed the phone down and fell to his knees to prepare for the incoming hug from the girl running to him.

"oh, thank goodness," he spoke in faux relief. "i thought we'd lost you." he peppered kisses all over vivian's head, causing the girl to erupt in laughter.

"it's okay!" she chuckled some more, her eyes squeezed shut. "i'm right here!"

"well, now you aren't going anywhere. i can't lose my princess," eddie told her and stood with her in his arms.

you took a step away to go put up the laundry you were working on before eddie's other arm wrapped around your waist to pull you to him.

"where do you think you're going?" eddie tsked. "it's a munson girl lockdown. no one goes anywhere without me."

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[nyxhunter-9010]

Hey Hi Hello!

My names Nyx, I've been around on Tumblr for almost 6 years but you'll see this account is new. I've gone through a couple different users and accounts for various reasons, all of which personal- other than the one account I deleted completely on accident.

I'm just an artist who loves, but sometimes needs breaks from Eddsworld. After 5 years straight, it is to be expected.

I've got a bit of a tagging scheme, so it's easier to find certain things.

Nyx.pin - Pinned messages, new and old.

Nyx.txt - Text posts, these fall into all kinds of groups.

Nyx.png - My art posts, these also can be for any group.

Nyx.jpg - Posts with art and images that I've reblogged from elsewhere, once again, can be of anything.

Nyx.lnk - Posts with a link or two.

Nyx.vid - Video posts, these could be mine but it's unlikely.

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Nyx.viz - Posts about the visual novel I'm planning.

Nyx.crp - Anything Creepypasta related! This will be both art AND writing!!

Nyx.ei - Anything and everything Evolution Institution related!

Nyx.gc - Posts about Genesis Carnage, a large project I'm working on and wanna share with everyone!

Nyx.edw - Eddsworld posts, there will always be a second tag if it's an AU.

Nyx.ut - Undertale posts, AU in a second tag.

Nyx.mc - Minecraft posts, if it's fanart or for an SMP that will be mentioned in another tag.

Nyx.hs - Homestuck and Hiveswap posts.

Nyx.bb - Baldi's Basics posts, AU will always be in a second tag.

Nyx.fnaf - Five Nights At Freddy's posts, obviously. AUs and fan characters in another tag.

Nyx.hell - Anything Hazbin Hotel or Helluva Boss related. Please note that I do not like or support Viv, but I do enjoy her series.

Nyx.dnd - Dungeons and Dragons posts, I do play, but not actively.

Nyx.pm - ProjectMoon related posts, mostly Lobotomy Corporation, but potentially Library of Ruina and Limbus Company.

I'm sure more tags will be added over time, but as of now that is all of them.

Find out more about me on my Carrd!

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Gummy gummy gummy bear - @merwynsartblog

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Damn, why does the live version of “Poison” sound so much better than the original? Maybe bc it’s stripped down to focus more on the vocals rather than generic pop music? Also I think Blake sounds better when he’s just singing as himself and not trying to sound like Michael’s version of Angel. I get why that doesn’t work in terms of voice acting since he needs to sound like the character he’s playing in the show, but this version of the song still is much better to listen to imo.

I think one of the stuff with getting a new voice actor is putting your own spin on your character. Doing your own little thing can help bring a character to life while also respecting the previous VA. I think they just asked Blake to soundly like Kovach, I think his name is??? But Blake isn't Kovach, he's Blake and he's gonna sound different and because he's trying do hard to be Kovach if sounds really weird, I think. You need to respect your VA's while allowing them to do their thing if you think it's good for the character. Like how Brad Douriff and Jennifer Tilly were in the same room when they did the lines for Bride of Chucky, allowing them to improv off each other and creating a great performance from both

Some actors are good at animation, some actors are good for love action, and some are good for theatre, and you need to choose actors who can do well at that medium you're trying to do. In MLP, some actors had voices for when they talked and seperate actors for when then win. Fuck, didn't Charlie have a singing and speaking voice in the pilot??? I fail to understand why they couldn't have just made Blake Angel's singing voice and Kovach the speaking VA. But apparently Viv wanted her Broadway dream, so we're stuck with it.

On the live, yay he didn't sing the fucking 'yeah yeah yeah's'! And the piano makes it sound more somber and personal rather then the typical radio pop it was as the soundtrack!! Could imagine him singing it to himself and Fat Nuggets,, Yeah I agree with you anon this one feels better

On another note is Fat Nuggets still in the show or did they just fucking nuke him?? Is the emotional support pig still present

[buckevantommy]

totally completely fine

ok. i'm not a fan of australian tv or movies bc they're always overdramatised or too darkly themed or comedic in a way i don't gel with bc i'd rather watch american comedies (not sitcoms, they need to die a firey death). plus i've never really liked the aussie accent, i've found it weirdly unsettling hearing characters speak with aussie voices and maybe that's bc being an aussie myself and wanting to use tv and movies as an escape so having that stark reminder of my own reality means it's harder to suspend and enjoy a different one for a spell. or maybe it's the fact that i, like a great deal of non-americans, have grown up watching american tv so now any non-american accent just sits weird in my brain. 

but that's why i need to express my love for this show. 

everything from the casting (diverse faces and bodies) and the actors chemistry to the setting and set design, cinematography and soundtrack, and of course the plot and characters themselves. It's so well done. It's a heartfelt dramedy that makes you care keeps you interested in wanting to know how things progress and ultimately turn out. the various relationship dynamics are full of ups and downs and it feels real in that messy way life is. 

the premise: vivian is a young mess of an adult who lost her parents in a car crash that she was also in when she was a kid. she's the youngest of 3 siblings who were raised by their grandfather who dies and leaves viv his cliffside beach house. the twist: the house backs onto a picturesque ocean cliff where people go to commit suicide. the grandfather used to try and stop them, and now it's up to viv to try and do the same. 

intense stuff so far. but this show is hopeful, it's not super dark even though it does deal with strained relationships and mental health and suicide attempts/ideation. the characters are distinct and the way their lives entwine don't distract from their individual journeys; viv is the main character but enough screentime is given to every supporting character that they all feel like main characters in their own right which is how it should be because that's how life is. 

more good news is it's short: only 6 episodes at just under an hour each (it doesn't mince screentime) so i binged it all yesterday when i wasn't feeling great and just. wow. i haven't found anything mentioning a second season but if they did more i'd watch it - but the thing is it ends with both closure and the potential for more exploration of the characters, so it feels like a realistic open ending and works as a single season story. 

i don't know if it's available overseas because it was created by and aired here by Stan (which is like our homemade Netflix) but i hope if you guys are interested you'll find a way to watch. 

bonus thing for me: seeing this story play out in my home (settings and details) was actually grounding in a way i didn't expect. like i mentioned above, most of us grow up on american tv and maybe some uk stuff and while that's good for an escape it can actually be jarring to get back into our real world. but (with good quality programming like this show) i realise aussie productions can make it a lot easier to connect with the physical world around me (not the digital world), to not feel so alone, and to know that it's worth finding productions from your homeland and they don't hinder the escape of fiction in fact they can aid in grounding it in a believable way. 

anyway. just one aussie who doesn't really like aussie-made stuff telling folks to give this show a go because i was pleasantly surprised. 

(note: if anyone has any questions or concerns about triggering content please message me or reply to this post and i'll fill you in on stuff it does or doesn't feature)

[thebunniesgrim]

Little ways I'd characterize Millie lol

This is just for fun because Millie is my (in theory) fav character and I love her!

(This is just how I'd do it but you know. not exactly criticism but it can be taken that way i'm just clarifying because this is taged as criticism)

#long post

Ok! So like the big one!

#1

Hair!

Millie's hair in the pilot! she had a little white spot on her hair. I thought it was cute I liked it ok fine loved it!

Peek character design in my not so humble opinion

If Vivs kept her white spot and didn't elaborate in the slightest and keep the imps gendered characteristics. I think it would have quietly shown us Millie and Sally Mae's relationship. It's like a solidarity thing with her sister a little 'hey I support you' moment. Ok here walk with me

So viv said Millie has strong family ties and a sibling rivalry.

We all know Sally Mae is a trans character. What if she gets a little self conscious about her hair because her roots will be white. Sally Mae still lives on her parents farm doing farm stuff she won't be able to keep up with her very often (even more so now that Millie is gone even if we dont know who is older it would still be alot more work with less hands they even hired a barn hand so they clearly needed extra help.) So Millie to would dye her roots or a random part of her hair white so Sally wasn't the only one with white and black hair.

I think that would have been sooo cute

It would have shown her family ties. Also despite how often she and Sally Mae would/still fight or have complications Millie would still have her sisters back no matter how small the token

(I'm not trans. If this doesn't sound like nice as it sounded to me let me know I'll cut this hair part out)

But honestly Sally shouldn't feel self conscious in the slightest she's so hot

She's beauty

She's grace

She's Miss United Wrath

Ok 2!

I wish Viv or who ever is in charge of scenery or backgrounds would give us little things to show Millie's personally like they do with moxxie

for instance Moxxie and Millie's room

Moxxie gets:

A cute little alarm clock with a music note, a flyer for maybe a play or musical. Even his album is mounted on the wall

There's also this poster on Millie's side of the room it looks like a poster for musical but I could be wrong

What does Millie have?

Jack rabbit that's what.

Millie only has knives and a bent lamp (the lamp is in the above picture)

I think t would be so cash money if Millie had something. Like where her knife is in the last image could have been a picture of her family like a small foreshadowing of the character we're going to meet see. Her lamp could have been western themed. even if it was something small like a book on gun maintenance so she could help moxxie with his guns. They could have shown that the lamp was haphazardly taped on or glued together to show her resourcefulness or maybe have patches or Mitch matched fabric on the lamp shade to show she sews or fixed the lamp shade.

Even Moxxie and Millie's coffee cups in seeing stars!

Moxxie get music notes and music sheet lines

While Millie gets hearts! Just hearts!

God! I hate it here!

They had so much opportunity

For instance:

Moxxies cup has Millie's face and things he likes and Millie's cup has Moxxie's face and things she likes or just cups with things they like that don't have the faces.

Maybe even Moxxie's cup is white and pristine while Millie's cup has coffee stains and is chipped or doesn't have a handle maybe

I don't know!

Go to part two for more tumbler only has 10 picture limit >:(

I'm sorry I'm going to talk about clothes and I want to show pictures

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WARNING! WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO READ WAS MADE FOR SELFSHIP PURPOSES AND INVOLVES ME ACTING IN CHARACTER. DON'T LIKE THAT? KINDLY BLOCK ME AND SCROLL.

BLITZØ BELONGS TO VIVZIPOP. JAMES BELONGS TO ME. (I DO NOT SUPPORT VIV OR HER ACTIONS.)

ART SHOWN HERE IS BY ME.

NOTHING HERE IS IN RELATION TO CANON, QUOTES OR INCIDENTS MENTIONED AND ALL, AND IS ALL FOR MY AU.

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My Blitzy.

A note from James to Blitz.

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𓂃 Blitz.

Happy new year, my goofball. I know you'll probably hardly be able to read my handwriting... so I'll be happy to repeat this to you in person when I return to the office. For now, I hope you don't mind having this said in a note from some tacky colored envelope!

This year has been... a ride. But, Every second of it was worth it with you. We've gone through a lot. A few rough patches, and some good ones. But I love you, and I know you love me too. Even when you're angry and turn away from me in bed, you still stay close. Our tails wrapped together... I know things have been rough in that pretty brain of yours, but I'm here to tell you that it's okay. I'm not going to ramble about ways to cope or get over it, no. I'm here to tell you that it's okay to feel that way. It is normal and is a process of healing. The other day I heard you mumbling something about yourself. "Pretty as a bag of onions."

I disagree.

You're as pretty as a broken mirror. Do you know why? Because even when shattered and left to pick up those pieces yourself, you're still you. A reflection through broken pieces.

I'm willing to help you put those peices back in their frame, Blitzy. I can't fix you permanently, there will always be those chipped pieces that fell too hard and don't quite attach to the other pieces anymore.. but that's okay. Because they still fit into the frame. And even though broken, they still form a perfectly functioning mirror. Do they not? A little strange and different, but still works and doesn't take long to adjust and get used to.

I could melt and mold your pieces back together... but I do not wish to put you through that. That would be erasing you. You are not you without those pieces. But I can pick the pieces back up again and place them into the frame... and hold them there. Keep them stable. I love you for you, Blitzy. It's why I married you.

Now, when I return to the office...

Fireworks are a bit much, but for hell, I think they give the place something.. pretty to look forward too. Promise you'll watch them with me? ᥫ᭡

𓂃Sincerely, James.

Aka/ Your "Weird, blue deer boy.", (your words silly baby.)

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[jess-le-mess]

Feedist Kinktober 2024 - Day 10

Prompts: Full Moon 🌕 / Containment Breach ☢️

[Content notes: fat bi cis woman MC; trans MtF supporting character; muscular cis butch supporting character; body issues]

Going Viral

"Danaaaaa

Help meeeeeeeeeee"

The harsh light of the phone drew Dana out of the light sleep she'd drifted into.

It was 11:00 pm.

Hurriedly, Dana replied to her friend:

"Jade, where are you? Are you okay?"

The reply came another minute later:

"My asssss went viralllllllllll

And a person I know found meeeeeeeee"

Dana put the phone down for a second. Looked around. Looked at Vivian, her sleeping girlfriend, then took a breath and then texted again.

"Jade

What?"

"Okay so

I thought my ass looked great in these underwear I bought and like

I took a photo and put it on my anonymous Tumblr???

As you do

But like

it broke containment

and I guess my lower back tattoo was visible???

And like

I got a DM from this lady like 'Jade???'"

Jade had a tattoo on her lower back that was a small hazard symbol and said "Unfit for human consumption." She found her friend's self-deprecating humor kind of annoying sometimes, but it was cute, in a way.

"But, like, how would that person even know it was you? Surely it's not that rare of a tattoo???"

"Oh

yeah

about that?

we did hook up

like a few times

so maybe that's why."

Dana looked over at the sleeping Vivian again and sighed. Sweet Vivian, who knew to go to bed at 9:30pm and had probably zero friends who texted later than that. Oh how she wished she was curled up next to her, her girlfriend's strong arms enveloping her.

"So, like, I'm sorry your ass escaped containment but, respectfully, what is it you want me to do here, love?"

"idk dana idk

i'm deep in it"

"Okay, well, that girl. Who is she? Your boss?"

"no dana

she's a barista where i get my daily coffee and treat"

"Okay barista. So that's not bad, right? And you hooked up with her?"

"i did yeah"

"And that was that, but now she's in your DMs?"

"that is correct"

"Did she like what she saw?"

"maybe"

"So why don't you, like, ask her out on a date or whatever? I haven't been single in years, but I think that's how people do this."

"i can't"

"You can't?"

"i don't think she would want that"

"Why not?"

"i ghosted her cuz i knew she wouldn't want me for real"

Dana sighed at the phone. Vivian was starting to stir.

"Please explain?"

"she's this like little teeny tiny girl with bouncy curly hair and i'm just fat af"

Dana watched her girlfriend's eyes slowly open, that lost expression of those awakened in the middle of the night. She swore under her breath at Jade and her stupid viral behind.

"But she liked the pic, Jade. She's clearly still into you, even after ghosting. God knows why with your personality, but you are in fact hot so deal with that. Hit her up if you like her."

"What if she makes fun of meeeeee"

With a sleepy nod, Vivian took Dana's phone and flicked through the texts. She looked at Dana with a sympathetic frown before typing:

"Jade, sweetie, this is Vivian. I swear to god if you don't shut up and recognize that you're a certified smokeshow who also has a nice personality when she's not being fucking annoying and waking people up in the middle of the night because her butt got too famous I will go to your house and I will pick you up and, like, throw you in a lake. My girlfriend needs her beauty rest even though she's already the most beautiful girl in the world. Good fucking night and I hope it works out between you and the barista xoxo"

A few more minutes, and then:

"sorry viv (and dana)

night"

[wosoimagines]

Protective - Jill Roord/Reader

prompt: Continuation of Little Sister where R is still with Arsenal and dating Jill Roord and now they’re living together, but she hasn’t told Kelley who is coming to visit.

warnings: none

words: 2049

(Y/N) POV

I let out a soft groan at the knock on the door from my spot on the couch. Jill chuckled at me. I didn’t want either of us to move so I was hoping that whoever was there would just leave. I thought they had since there were no more knocks for a moment, but, of course, the person knocked again.

I huffed as I got up from the couch and my spot cuddled next to Jill. I wasn’t sure who was here or why they were here. I opened the door.

“Kelley?”

“Hey, little sis,” Kelley grinned as she pushed past me and into the apartment. Jill got up from her spot on the couch once she saw Kelley. “Love what you’ve done with the place.”

“Kelley, what are you doing?” I asked as she put her bag down and looked at Jill.

“I’m visiting,” Kelley declared as she turned to look at me. She glanced at Jill. “Isn’t this only a two bedroom apartment?”

“Yeah,” I nodded. I wasn’t sure what Kelley was trying to get at. “Why?”

“Well, where am I supposed to sleep while I’m here?” Kelley complained.

“You can stay in my room,” Jill spoke up. Kelley turned to look at the Dutch player while I furrowed my brow in confusion. “(Y/N), you could take Kelley to that pub we all like for lunch. I can stay on the couch while Kelley’s here. I can move my stuff to your closet? I know you have a ton of room.”

“Yeah, sure,” I nodded. Kelley grinned at me as I grabbed onto her wrist. “Come on.”

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Once Kelley and I got back, I was surprised to find Jill wasn’t home. But I did notice that she had dragged the air mattress out.

“I’m gonna take a nap,” Kelley said. I nodded and watched her as she headed for the guest bedroom. I noticed that there was some of Jill’s stuff in there so I assumed she put it in there.

I sent a text to Jill to figure out where she was. It didn’t take long for her to let me know that she had gone to the practice field. I left a note for Kelley that I was going out to practice and that she could text me when she woke up.

It didn’t take me long to get to the practice field. I stopped at the edge to watch as Jill was working on her shots on goal. I could tell that she was frustrated from the way they were so sloppy and barely went in.

I ran out to join her and took the ball from her. I could hear the frustrated groan from Jill as I ran behind her and stopped to look at her. Jill turned to stare at me with her hands on her hips.

“You know, you didn’t have to move your stuff into the spare bedroom,” I softly said as Jill looked away from me. “You also didn’t have to offer to sleep on the couch. We could tell my sister.”

“Well, then, why haven’t you?”

“Because we haven’t even talked about telling anyone outside of our Arsenal teammates,” I pointed out. I wasn’t even sure if her own family knew that I was dating her. “On top of that, Kelley is nosy and she can’t really keep secrets that well.”

Jill sighed before walking over toward the sideline. I watched her for a moment before I decided to  follow behind her. I waited for Jill to sit down before sitting down myself. I made sure that we were facing each other, so that I could get a better read on how Jill really felt if she didn’t tell me the full truth.

“It’s just- Her being here?” Jill asked. I furrowed my brow. “How is it going to affect us? We have a routine. I don’t want to stop doing those things with you. Our weekly date nights? In our life, I love getting to look forward to those.”

“We don’t have to stop doing them,” I assured. I rubbed the back of my neck. “Look, I’m okay if we tell Kelley. Hell, I’m okay if we tell the world. So long as I get to be with you? I don’t care who knows. And no matter who comes to visit us, we never have to stop our routine.”

“Promise?”

“I promise.”

Jill sent me a smile before darting up. I was quick to follow her as she ran for the ball. I couldn’t help but laugh as she tried to keep it away from me.

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“I wanna make sure you’re okay with telling her,” I said as I got in front of Jill so that I could lean against the door. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable if you don’t want to tell her. If you don’t want to tell anyone, we don’t have to. It’s entirely up to you.”

“I want to,” Jill softly said. “I want to be able to show people that I’m with you.”

I smiled at her before pressing a quick kiss to her lips.

“Well, then, let’s tell my sister, yes?”

I reached behind me to open the door before we walked into our apartment. I wasn’t too surprised that once we dropped our gear off in the closet, we found Kelley cooking.

“Hey, I wasn’t sure when you guys would be back. I’m making chicken parmesan,” Kelley smiled at us. She threw the pan of chicken into the oven before actually turning to us. “How was practice?”

“Well, once someone was able to start hitting their shots on goal, it was pretty good,” I nudged Jill.

“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up,” Jill rolled her eyes. “Just because I was having a bad practice day.”

“Actually, there’s something I wanna tell you,” I said as I looked at Kelley. Kelley raised a brow as she turned to do something else. “Kelley, this is serious.”

“So is dinner,” Kelley said. She motioned to all three of us. “We’re all athletes. Gotta make sure that we’re all eating healthy.”

“No, Kel-”

“Which would you prefer? Mashed or roasted potatoes? I know you’re picky about them.”

“Roasted, but that isn’t-”

“So roasted potatoes it is.”

“I’m dating your sister,” Jill blurted out. Kelley stopped what she was doing immediately. I looked over at Jill and she glanced at me before looking at Kelley. I was a bit surprised that Jill was standing tall cause Kelley was glaring at her. “I’m dating her and we aren’t going to hide it just because you’re here.”

“What do you mean you’re dating my sister?”

“Exactly what I just said,” Jill said. She wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to her. “We’ve been dating for a while now.”

“Get your arm off of my sister,” Kelley said as she pointed the knife in her hand at Jill. Jill, however, stood strong and left her arm there. “I mean it. My little sister doesn’t date. Because when she dates someone, she gets hurt. And I am not going to let anyone else hurt my little sister.”

“Kelly, put down the knife.”

“No!”

“You don’t get to make choices for me! I get that you’re my older sister and it’s your job to be protective over me, but I’m a big girl,” I huffed. I pushed Jill’s arm off my shoulder as I walked around the counter to where Kelley was. “I’m allowed to date people. Besides, if I was going to date anyone, you would want it to be Jill.”

“No, because I don’t want you to date anyone.”

“Kelley, you don’t get to make decisions for me! If you don’t like it, you can go back to the US!”

I immediately turned around and headed out of the apartment. I wasn’t too surprised when I got out onto the street and I could hear Jill calling after me. It wasn’t until Jill grabbed onto my wrist and turned me around that I stopped.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“It’s okay, (Y/N),” Jill quietly shushed me as she pulled me in for a hug. “It’s okay. You’re allowed to feel betrayed. You told your sister something huge and you wanted support.”

“Yeah, well, it seems to be a recurring theme with Kelley,” I softly said as I pulled back to look at her. “Can we just go to Viv and Lisa’s or even Daan and Beth’s for a little bit.”

“Yeah, of course,” Jill nodded. She pulled me back in for another hug. “Whatever you want. Your sister isn’t the only one who gets to be protective over you.”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Jill and I had stayed with Viv and Lisa for a couple of days while we let everything cool down. The only times we had stopped by our apartment was so Jill could run in to grab our gear so that I didn’t have to see Kelley. But it was after practice one day, that I figured that Jill and I should probably go home so that I could talk with Kelley.

It was why I found myself sitting in the car with Jill staring at our apartment building.

“I could always come in with you,” Jill said as she grabbed onto my hand.

“This is something I need to do by myself,” I smiled at her. Jill gave me a soft nod before pressing a kiss to my hand. “Go hang out with the other Dutchies. I know you guys love hanging out together.”

I got out of the car and I grabbed both of our bags before I headed in. I wasn’t too surprised to see Kelley jumping up from the couch once I shut the door. I dropped the bags by the door.

“We have to talk.”

Kelley only nodded before following me to the kitchen. I grabbed a water from the fridge before offering one to Kelley. Kelley nodded and took it from me.

“(Y/N), I’m sorry. I just-”

“I know, Kelley,” I said as I sat my water down. “I’m a big girl now. Mom and Dad have accepted it. Why can’t you? You can’t protect me from everything. Hell, I need to be able to make my own choices. I need to be able to make mistakes and learn from them. So why can’t you let me?”

“Do you remember when you were in kindergarten? There was this boy named Billy,” Kelley started.

“Yes, I remember Billy. I got a black eye making sure some other boys didn’t pick on him,” I nodded. I remember it well cause Mom had been worried sick but Dad was proud of me for standing up.

“I was picking you up one day and Billy asked who I was,” Kelley softly said. “When I told him who I was, he told me that I was the reason why you stood up for him. Because you said you wanted to be a protector like me. I never wanted you to have to feel like that because that was my job. I am the one who is supposed to do the protecting.”

“You can’t stop me from living my life, Kelley,” I said. Kelley sighed as she lowered her head. “A protective sibling talk would have been one thing. But you don’t get to make decisions for me. No one gets to make decisions for me but me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean anything. You told me that I couldn’t date my girlfriend,” I shook my head. “You fought me on making a decision about my career. You didn’t even want me to move here when this was the best option for me. I want you to leave.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Kelley! Please,” I begged. “Just go home. Go home and I will see you whenever I visit.”

Kelley didn’t move. I didn’t want to snap at her, but I didn’t even want her in England anymore.

“Now, Kelley!”

Kelley hung her head as she headed to the spare room to pack her stuff up. I shook my head before heading to my own room. I didn’t want to have to watch as my sister left because I wasn’t sure if we could even fix what was broken now.

[bbgem329]

Just One Night—Epilogue

Pairings—Sebastian Stan x F!Reader

Summary

You spend an unforgettable night with Sebastian Stan. One that would completely change your life. Three years later, Sebastian shows up at your doorstep to find that you both made more than just good memories that night.

Warnings

Pure fricken fluff!! Dad!Seb.

Notes!!

Wow! This is the end. Thank you so much for reading. I’m beyond ready to close this series and focus on a few others I have in the works. Again thank you for the support and positive comments, it means soo much to me ❤️

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August 13, 2021

“They’re really small.” Sebastian whispered, index finger tracing down Viviana’s nose. He chuckled softly as the babe’s nose scrunched in response to his touch, tiny lips parting as she released a small sigh. “Theo wasn’t this small.”

(Y/N) smiled, eyes trained on Alina who also slept contently on her bare chest for so much needed skin on skin contact. “Well, Theo weighed like eight pounds and six ounces. So yeah, the girls are much smaller.”

Viviana, the bigger of the two weighed in at about six pounds and Alina only five pounds and seven ounces, just missing what would be considered a low birth weight by two ounces. They were both healthy and strong, so far each and every test had come back perfectly normal. Despite their somewhat early arrival, they were doing great. Although Alina was having a bit of trouble latching on to breastfeed, but they were working on it.

“How the hell are we going to tell them apart?” Sebastian asked, readjusting the fuzzy, pink blanket laid over Viv’s exposed body. He too was without a shirt after he’d eagerly volunteered to do skin to skin with one of the twins. “They look exactly the same.”

“I have no idea.” She giggled, pressing a kiss to the top of Alina’s head, her dainty fingers brushing gently along her back and up to the fine dark hair on top of her head. “Right now Viv is bigger but that won’t last long. We might need to have name tags on them at all times or have their clothes embroidered with their names or something, so we know who is who. At least until we find even the slightest difference.”

“Probably.” He chuckled softly, one hand reaching out to intertwine with hers, where it rested on the bed. He gazed at his youngest daughter sleeping on her chest, content little breaths and whimpers spilling from her lips and long lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks.

His baby girls were absolutely perfect.

Never in his wildest dream did he think he’d ever get the chance at a life like this, but here he sat on his thirty ninth birthday with the love of his life, holding their newborn daughters. And in just a half hour, this image would be fully complete when Theo arrived with his mother and (Y/N)’s parents to meet his baby sisters for the very first time.

And although they’re arrival was a little untimely and had disrupted his original plans for the day, he wouldn’t have changed a thing. There were no words to describe how happy and at peace he felt. Now that they were finally here, all the anxiety and worrying he’d done through her pregnancy had lessened significantly.

Of course, he was always going to worry about his children and his girl but to be able to actually see them, hold them, and touch them made everything better and his mind at ease. (Y/N) had done an amazing job at growing and nurturing the twins but he was beyond relieved that she was no longer pregnant and he could be more useful now.

He’d missed out on this part of Theo’s life so he would do everything in his power to be here for this now. He was beyond determined to be the best father that he could be to his little girls and it showed in the way he was chomping at the bit to learn and help wherever he could.

“God,” (Y/N) laughed, pulling Sebastian from his thoughts. “I endure two tough pregnancies and birth three children, only for them to come out looking just like you.” She scooted up in the bed, lying Alina on her thighs as she reswaddled the wiggling baby back in her blanket. “At least I think they might have my nose.”

“Sorry?” He chuckled, face scrunched and head tilted questionably to the side. He offered her a little shrug as he stood from the chair, “Strong genetics, I guess.” He carefully placed Viviana in her open crib, pressing a quick kiss to each of her chubby cheeks after he’d swaddled her back up.

“That’s a good thing.” She whispered as he approached the side of the bed, leaning down to steal a chaste kiss. “You have really good genetics.”

“So do you.” He grinned, pecking her lips once more before gently picking Alina up, one hand supporting her head and the other on her bottom, and placing her in the crib beside her sister.

He took a few moments to admire them. Pride washed through him as he did. He’d helped make these two beautiful babies. He still couldn’t truly believe they were actually here and that they were his. That (Y/N) had chosen him to be the father of her children.

“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He spoke up, tearing his eyes away from the slumbering bundles and to (Y/N) lying on the bed. She looked breathtaking even with the dark rings under her eyes, messy bun flopping every which way, and a huge hospital gown hanging off her frame, exposing her shoulders.

“Oh, stop.” She giggled bashfully, cheeks flaming red, “You’re just saying that. I look terrible right now.” She shook her head, biting her lip to stifle a laugh. “I’m wearing a fucking diaper right now.”

He threw his head back and hand over his mouth to muffle his laughter, a cheek aching grin splitting across his face, “What? You didn’t hear? Diapers are sexy.”

“You’re so full of shit.” She giggled, shooting him a playful glare as she tossed an extra pillow in his direction.

He caught it easily, tossing it onto the chair beside her bed.

“I had today all planned out, you know?” He smiled, squatting down to rummage through the duffle bag next to his chair.

“What do you mean?” He could feel her eyes burning into the back of his head, no doubt she was wondering what he was doing. “I thought you didn’t want to do anything at all.”

Once he found what he was looking for, he slipped it in his pocket and stood back up, wiping the sweat from his palms along his gym shorts. “See, that’s what I told you but I had this whole big day planned out.” He took slow steps towards her, watching the way her eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed in confusion. “I wanted to spend the afternoon with you and Theo, take him to the aquarium downtown.” He stopped at the edge of the bed, clasping her left hand between his own. He brought it up to his lips, pressing a few kisses to the tops of her knuckles. “Then I was gonna whisk you away for a really nice dinner, followed by a little walk through Central Park.” He bit his lip, heart racing in his chest as he slipped down onto one knee, free hand fishing the little velvet box out of his pocket.

“Sebastian.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, beautiful eyes as wide as saucers as she watched every movement with a baited breath. “What are you doing?”

“Then I was gonna get down on one knee, smack dab in the middle of the park, and ask you to marry me.” He chuckled to himself, shaking his head softly. “I know it's cheesy, right?”

“Oh my God.”

“But then you went into labor and that definitely wasn’t the time. I thought maybe I should wait but for what?” He asked, though she wasn’t sure she was meant to answer. Not like she could, her brain had completely melted to butter and forgotten how to function or form a thought. “For the babies to come home? For them to grow a little bigger? Or maybe another big holiday?” He shook his head, pressing another kiss to the back of her hand. “I can’t wait that long. It was hard enough hiding this thing for the past—I don’t know, two months.” He chuckled, shoulders shrugging softly, “I can’t even tell you how many times it almost just slipped out.”

“You, (Y/N) (Y/M/N) (Y/L/N), are the best decision I ever made.” He took a deep breath, eyes flashing to the ceiling as he willed himself not to cry. He couldn’t help it, not when she already had tears spilling down her cheeks and her lips were shaped into a quivering pout. “From the very first time I saw you, you took my breath away and rocked my world. I knew almost immediately you were going to mean something to me. But then life got in the way I guess or maybe it just wasn’t our time.” He offered her a watery smile, giving her hand a little squeeze as she began to cry softly, “Flash forward three years later, I came to find out that we had created something so beautiful on a night that meant so much to me. I was presented with another chance and I wasn’t going to waste it.”

“Despite how much I wish I hadn’t missed out on those three years, I truly believe that everything happens for a reason.” He continued, “One thing I do know is that I was meant to find you again and this-” He gestured between the two of them, “Me and you. We were meant to be.”

“Words can’t begin to describe how much I love you so I want to spend the rest of my life trying to show you.” Sebastian flicked open the box to reveal the most gorgeous ring she’d ever seen. It wasn’t too big, where it’d get caught on everything or rip her gloves if she ever decided to go back to work at the hospital, but it was big enough to let everyone know she was spoken for—that she was his. “I know that we’ve been going at life a little bit backwards but will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She choked out, yanking him forward once he was back on two feet. She wasted no time throwing both arms around his neck and crashing her lips into his. “Yes. I’ll marry you.” She whispered against his lips.

Sebastian drew back, pressing a few more quick pecks to her lips before he fumbled to slip the ring on her left ring finger. It fit perfectly and the sight of it resting there, where it belonged, had his heart crawling up his throat. The proposal might not have gone as planned but the outcome was just as he’d hoped for.

He would officially make her his. Give her the same last name as him and their babies. Spend the rest of his days with her by his side.

“I love you.” She smiled, cupping his face between her hands, the cool press of the ring against his cheek made butterflies erupt within his naval.

“I love you, dragul meu.” He whispered, forehead pressed against hers, lips a breath away. “I can’t wait to make you my wife.”

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“Alright, bubs.” Sebastian stopped in front of the door, squatting down so he was eye level with Theo. He placed a large hand on each of his shoulders, directing the bouncing toddler to look at him, “You have to be super quiet because your baby sisters are sleeping, alright?”

“Okay, daddy.” Theo nodded, lips in a serious pout as he brought his index finger to his lips. “Shh.”

Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward to lay a tender kiss against the boy’s forehead before straightening up, the toddler’s hand grasping his. “You ready?” He asked, turning slightly to look at the three eager grandparents behind them.

There was a collection of ‘yes’ and quick nods, all of them wearing brilliant smiles on their faces. Especially Georgeta, who, like him, missed out on these types of moments with Theo. She was ready to meet her newborn granddaughters and witness with her very own eyes, her son interacting with his new babies. This was a moment she'd dreamed of for as long as she could remember, something she wished so badly that he could have and now it was finally happening. The family he’d found had now grown.

Sebastian pushed open the door, heart beating frantically in his chest as he guided Theo into the room.

“Momma.” Theo whispered, releasing his dad’s hand to run to the side of her hospital bed. The man was quick to follow, hoisting him up onto the edge of the bed so (Y/N) didn’t have to. “Momma.”

“Hi, my love.” She cooed, a content smile spreading across her face. She took her very first baby in her arms, pressing him to her chest and running her fingers through his curls as he snuggled into her. “How are you? Did you have fun with your grandparents?”

“Good.” He mumbled against the skin of her neck, happy to be in his momma’s arms after being apart all day. Although he hadn’t understood what was going on, he’d been very worried this morning. It was evident in his reluctance to leave when his grandparents had come to pick him up. “Missed you.”

“I missed you too, baby.” (Y/N) whispered, pressing soft kisses to his chubby cheeks. She drew back after a moment, cradling his head to look him in the eye. “Theo, do you want to meet your baby sisters?”

The tot nodded, blue eyes alight and the sweetest little blush on his cheeks.

“Okay, daddy’s going to bring them over here.” (Y/N) started, stealing a glance at Sebastian who watched on from his position by the open cribs, chatting with his mom and her parents as they cooed and fussed over the sleeping babies. “But you have to be very careful, nice touches only, okay? They are very small and fragile. We have to be gentle and quiet.”

“Okay, momma.” Theo smiled, letting her guide him to sit between her parted legs, his back pressed to her chest. “Nice touches and-” He brought his index finger to his lips again, “Shh.”

“Yeah, bubs.” Sebastian piped up, strolling up to the side of the bed with Alina cradled in his large hands. “They’re sleeping and we don’t want to wake them.”

Theo’s eyes widened and his lips parted ever so slightly as his dad carefully placed the newborn in his lap, (Y/N)’s hands supporting the babe’s head and toosh. Alina wriggled a little within her blanket, pink pouty lips splitting in a big yawn but her eyes remained closed, lashes fluttering against her rosy cheeks.

“This is your baby sister, Alina.” (Y/N) said quietly, a heartwarming smile tugging at the corner of her lips as she watched Theo’s expression turn completely awestruck. “What do you think?”

“Wow.” Theo giggled delightfully, little finger lifting to touch his sister’s tiny button nose. He glanced up at (Y/N) and she gave him an encouraging smile before his gaze flickered to Sebastian as he sunk down on the edge of the bed, Viviana now cradled in the crook of his arm. “Two.”

“Yup. You have two little sisters.” Sebastian chuckled, leaning forward so that Theo could get a better look at his other sister. “This is Viviana.”

Theo lifted his hand toward the second baby, eyes full of wonder as he ran a finger down Viviana’s chubby cheek. The newborn didn’t react, sleeping heavily and soundly against her father’s chest.

“Pretty cool, huh?” He asked, running his free hand through Theo’s dark locks as his bright eyes flickered between the two sleeping babies, little fingers touching and tracing along their tiny features, studying them.

“Yeah.” Theo giggled, offering his dad a bright smile before he lent down to press the sweetest kiss to Alina’s cheek, whispering kind words and greetings to the sleeping twins, “Hi, little sisters.”

Sebastian could hear the shuffling and clicks behind him, the telltale sign that (Y/M/N) and his mother were taking hundreds of pictures of this precious moment. He lifted his eyes to meet (Y/N)’s to find she was already looking at him. He could see it in her face, the love and happiness that resided within her. It made his heart flip wildly from where it rested in his chest and he vowed to make sure she smiled like that at least once a day, for the rest of his days.

She brushed her left hand down on his cheek, the cool ring adorning her ring finger, pressed against his warm skin was a welcomed reminder that she would be by his side for the remainder of this life and forevermore. He leaned in, meeting her halfway and connecting their lips in a soft, passionate kiss.

Just one night.

That’s all it was ever supposed to be. Four years ago, when he woke the next morning to an empty bed, he was beyond disappointed and a little devastated. Because maybe, just maybe, a part of him knew that they were meant for more than just one extraordinary night.

They were meant for an extraordinary life.

Looking at her now, a diamond ring on her finger, an unspoken promise to make her his wife, the sweetest son and two beautiful baby girls in their arms.

This was it for him.

She was it for him.

For this one life and whatever lies beyond.

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things i liked about sex education season 3

so i made a post about some things i didn't like about season three, so here's some things i did like!

gonna gush about cal, viv, and jackson rq cause i love them so much

i really love cal so much they're probably my favorite character of the whole series. them as a character (laid back, stoner, skater, funny, and bold) just makes me so happy, but also the representation aspect was the best thing they've ever done. the actor who plays them is actually non binary in real life and uses they/xe pronouns. them also being black i think is super important. cal was just so loveable and always had good vibes. the most encouraging and "fuck it, do what you want, you don't have to be perfect/know everything" character. there was representation in more than one aspect for me and i just heavily related to them :) i think it should also be noted that even though there are a lot of lgbtqia+ characters in sex education, i'm pretty sure cal is the only one whose actor is part of the community irl.

VIV IS AUTISTIC! aside from isaac i think she's the only other canonically disabled character (outside of characters like jackson, maeve, and cal who have anxiety). i really love viv so much. she's so funny and smart and she's a go-getter and knows what she wants. she will put in the work to make sure she gets what she needs done. she's business only most times, although eventually, she loosens up. idk man i just liked seeing a black girl on screen in such a prominent role. she made me feel powerful and im surprised how much they developed her character! they did neglect her a little during s3, which i think was intentional to cause some tension between her and jackson, but that fixed itself so i can't be mad at it

i have loved jackson from the beginning! our black head boy. mad that mr groff was using him for funding, but i'm glad they showed us early on that he was more than just this jock. i think season 1 was his worst season cause even though they delved into his character, i feel like he was only used to further otis and maeve's relationship. in season two i liked him because he started to open up and made a real friend. i noticed that after maeve and jackson broke up, jackson really had no one and he had just started to open up with maeve (and himself) for the first time ever. i think him being friends with viv really made the difference because they both were supportive of each other, encouraged each other, and told each other off when necessary. the black boy, black girl friendship was unmatched and i'm so glad they didn't force viv and jackson into something romantic. jackson's friendship with cal was also really cool because they instantly became tight and i think cal really helped jackson with even more self discovery. jackson's whole character is self discovery i feel, but i'm glad he finally has good people around him to help with that. it's what he deserves

some specific things i liked:

- adam and his father's character development and the fact that they really did do it on their own. they might've done it for other people, but in the end they went on the journey alone and it was for the better

- that little bit that we did learn about ruby and her life outside of being the popular mean girl. ruby deserved way better and just generally more screen time because she really is an interesting character and they started to show us who she was, but cut us off after otis broke up with her

- seeing anwar and olivia support ruby after otis dumped her

- jackson and cal's friendship and the trials of their relationship (i'll probably make a whole post about this)

- eric being able to get in touch with his roots again (even though it felt like isolation...). i just love being reminded that eric is black. he's african. we see his home life and these family dynamics that non black people would never think about, and i think it's important that they be seen.

- otis shaving his pub3 stache.........

- aimee and maureen :3 aimee and maureen were so great honestly they deserve more attention. they're so wholesome and have grown so much i feel.

- aimee and maeve's friendship

- maeve BY HERSELF. i really like maeve honestly and i think that the mave x otis stuff really drowns out her true character. she's so accomplished and has so much depth and emotion. they touch on it briefly so many times, but it always ends up coming back to otis x maeve being the center of attention. im curious as to what theyre going to do with her character if there's a season 4 since she's in america

- adam and rahim's budding friendship as well as ola and adam's friendship which i hope we get to see more of again

- adam liking the kardashians lol

[whompingweasley]

The Perfect Team

George Weasley x Reader

Brief Authors Note: Hello there! Welcome to my new (and first ever) blog! This is my first time writing a fanfic for tumblr, it is my first time writing a fanfic at all! Soooo it might not be the best but I had a blast writing it and I hope someone out there enjoys it! I wanted to create a more domestic type story with George, because I absolutely love the idea of him as a dad. I am still trying to figure out how tumblr works, and I am hoping to learn as I continue on with this blog, but for now please bear with me! Thank you so much, and enjoy!

Summary: Your husband George Weasley comes home from work to his loving wife and daughter after a long day. His wife, noticing his increased stress and sleep deprivation, offers him some much needed love and support. 

Word Count: 1.6k

“Look, mummy, look!” shouted the small, redheaded girl, flailing her tiny arms in the air as she danced to a jazzy tune coming from the record player. With her long, golden red hair and beautiful freckled face, she was the spitting image of her father, and your husband, George Weasley. 

It had been six years since the Battle of Hogwarts, and as much pain as the aftermath brought you, your friends, and your family, the years that followed were some of the happiest of your life. Shortly after the battle (and not wanting to waste any time) you married the love of your life, whom you had been with since your 5th year at Hogwarts. A year later, you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl; your daughter, Vivian Molly Weasley. Now you are the happiest you’ve ever been, living in a lovely flat in Diagon Alley, with your loving husband and the gorgeous child the two of you created.

“Wow, Vivi! Look at you!” You exclaim, pulling your eyes away from the pan on the stove containing your dinner for three. “I think you have real talent, my love.” you say, walking over to your daughter and pulling her into your embrace, kissing her cheek. “You hungry?” you ask, brushing an auburn lock from her face. She nods, causing the same lock to fall back into its original position.

“When will daddy be home?” Vivian asks, eyeing the stove, admiring the delicious dinner you have prepared for your family. 

“Should be any minute now.” 

Just as those words escaped your lips, you hear the rattling of keys, followed by the turning of the front door knob, eliciting an excited squeal from your daughter. The door opens to reveal a tall, handsome, ginger man; your man. He appears tired from a day's work at the joke shop, but over the moon excited to see his two favorite girls.

“Daddy! Daddy!” shouts Vivian, full of excitement as she dashes from across the room, and into your husband's arms.

“Hey, princess!” George bends, picking up his daughter and spinning her around. He plants rapid kisses on each of her cheeks and her head, releasing a combination of both their giggles into the air. You watch from the kitchen, admiring the love the two have for each other, and thinking to yourself “how did I get so lucky?”

George sets Vivian down, and she scurries off into the living room, mumbling something about a new toy she got earlier that day. George saw this as the perfect opportunity to greet his beautiful wife.

“Hey, mama” George pulls you in for a quick, but deep, kiss; a kiss he has given you thousands of times, yet still makes your knees weak. “How are you, darling?” he says, pulling his lips from yours, still holding you in his tight embrace.

“Alright,” you wrap your arms around his neck. “Happy that you’re home. I missed you.” You lean in for another kiss.

“I missed you too. And how was Viv today? Cause any trouble?” You and your husband look over to see your daughter, curled up on the floor, her little voice changing octaves as she imitates a conversation between two of her stuffed animals. 

“Oh, yeah. She wreaked havoc.” you say, sarcastically, eliciting a chuckle from your husband as you glance back at your daughter. “No, she was an absolute angel, as always.” You direct your  eyes to meet George’s. “And how was your day, darling?” you ask softly, caressing his cheek.

“It was good - tiring, but good. We got a massive shipment today. Gonna have to test some products over the weekend, I reckon.” You gaze into your husband's eyes. You noticed what used to be so full of life, and energy, had become more and more strained over the past few weeks. You knew work was weighing on him, however you weren’t aware of the extremity of his fatigue until just now. 

Swiping your thumbs along the dark circles under his eyes, you open your mouth to speak. “Dinner should be ready in just a minute. You must be starving.”

You and your little family sit down to enjoy supper; the most important meal in your household for it was the only meal of the day in which you could enjoy all together. Amidst the jokes, laughs, and silly stories shared by Vivian (like father, like daughter), you couldn’t help but lock eyes with George every so often. Judging by his tired eyes, loving glances and smirks, and the way he frequently brushed his leg against yours under the table, you could tell tonight was one of those nights where George needed extra love and affection. You gave him a smile, in which he returned, and reached for his hand to give it a gentle  squeeze, letting him know you were there as he tried his hardest to listen attentively to his daughter's rambles. 

“Daddy! Are you listening?” Vivian asked, playfully swatting her dad's arm. 

George quickly snapped out of the trance prompted by the beauty of his wife, and turned his attention back to his daughter. “Of course, baby. And then what happened?” 

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As the evening grew late, you found yourself curled up on the couch with your two favorite people, finishing a movie that Vivian had picked. You were tucked under your husband's left arm; your daughter curled up on the other side of him, latched onto his arm. George turned his head to check on her.

“Looks like the little one’s asleep.” George declared. You sat up to see for yourself. You, nor George, could resist Vivian when she was asleep. Aside from finding it so undeniably adorable, you both treasured the way she laid, pressed against her dad's bicep, so peaceful, so calm; strands of ginger hair spread across her forehead. You sat together, admiring your beautiful creation for a moment until George spoke again. “How did we get so lucky?”

You buried your head in the crook of his neck, and let out a loud sigh, bringing your hand up to his firm chest. Reminding yourself of what occurred at dinner, you took this as the perfect opportunity to comfort and offer support to your stressed husband.

“Georgie?” You asked into his neck.

“Yes, my love?”

“When was the last time you got a good night's sleep.” You asked, concerned. For a second, he was silent, contemplating the question as if he could not recall the last time he had a decent sleep, which furthered your concern.

“Well...I can’t seem to remember.” he confessed, letting out a small chuckle which lightly shook his whole body. “I have just been so busy with work. Y’know, coming home late, waking up early, the whole ordeal. Why? Can you tell?”

You sat up to look at him, cupping his face in your hands, contemplating an answer that wouldn’t offend him.

“It’s alright, darling, I know I look like I’ve been hit by a bus.” He said, letting out the same soft chuckle as before. You laugh into his chest. 

“Honey, I hate seeing you like this. Every night this week you’ve come home, absolutely drained. Is there anything you can do to maybe... take some time off? Or at least come home earlier a few nights a week? You work the shop from open to close. There has to be more people to take some shifts” You say, playing with his fingers.

“M’ afraid that’s the problem with running my own shop, darling.” He says, letting out a loud sigh. “It’s hard to find good employees when I really only trust myself to get the job done. And Fred-” He stops, fighting back tears. “We worked so hard for this. For the shop. I will do everything in my power to see all his dreams and ideas come to life. He deserves it. I just want to make him proud, y’know?” 

At this point, your own tears began streaming down your cheeks. You kiss George’s cheek, pressing your forehead to the side of his. “Of course. He would be so proud of you Georgie. I am so proud of you.” George leans his head down, and you catch him in your hands, pulling him into your chest and caressing his hair. “I understand. But you have to stop doing everything on your own. It’s ok to ask for help. In fact, I could help out at the shop a few days out of the week. Help take the burden off you.” 

George lets out a breathy laugh. “I would love that, actually. And I trust you more than anyone.” He said, looking up at you. 

“I know. I think we’d make a great team.” He smirks, then lets out a very pronounced yawn against your chest. “For now, though, you must get some rest. I want you to go get ready for bed. I will handle the munchkin.” You carefully climb out of George's embrace, and scoop your daughter up. The movement wakes her from her deep sleep. She brings her little hands to her eyes to wipe the sleep away. 

“Mummy?” She asks through squinted eyes.

“Shh, it’s ok baby. It’s time for bed, ok?” You kiss her forehead. George slowly gets up from the warmth of the couch to kiss his little girl goodnight.

He pulls her away from you to give her a tight squeeze. “Goodnight daddy.” Vivian says reaching for him, with a hint of grogginess in her voice. 

“Goodnight my beautiful girl. I’ll see you in the morning, yeah? I love you.” Viv mumbled back what sounded like an “I love you too”, although it was muffled out by her burying her face back into her mom's shoulder. As you headed for your daughter's room, you turned back to George, mouthing an “I will be right in” as he headed for the room you two shared, looking back at his better half with the uttermost content. 

[wlw-lovestruck-fiction]

Hi! Long time lurker, big fan of this blog. Can I request either a headcannon or a fic of Viv Tang?

Basically, it goes like this, it's an AU of some sort, where Viv and the Poppy leave MC. MC tried to hate them and forget them especially Viv, but couldn't do it. So out of spite and care, MC creates a whole organisation that revolves around protecting Viv and the others. (Making sure their heists go well, the police/government never finding them, making sure that their old enemies never get to them etc.) They've been doing this in private, but Viv and the others catch on, and that thought bothers them. Enough to make them distracted in their latest heist.

Their heist went down in shambles, leaving MC's crew to step in and made sure they're safe, leaving MC's mark to take the blame.

They were confused ofc, but MC's crew was just giddy and happy that they get to meet their leader's old crew.

Basically, they meet MC, MC makes them make it up to her.

And we know how in the original Viv route, we try really hard to pry her open and get her to trust us, well Viv does the same, trying to get MC to forgive her. And just angst ending with fluff please?

Lots of Love <3

This will contain both HC and story parts.

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·         After Vivienne leaves MC poisoned in Paris, of course she’s pissed.

·         A talk with Jace (and some stress painting) later, MC feels like she has a pretty good grasp of Vivienne’s decision

“She was scared,” she muses, idly playing with one of her brushes, a thoughtful frown on her face as her mind wanders to the other members. “And they were… willing to give her a way out, I guess? Pretty messed up, considering they got me in this whole thing to begin with…”

Thing is, they hadn’t left her without something. Zoe had made sure MC could return to her normal life ‘after you lay low for a bit, probably two months’, advice left in a letter alongside some cash. Enough to buy a few plane tickets around the world. First class.

Even after their most recent decision, MC could recall how careful and welcoming everyone had been. Vivienne was always a mystery, of course, lingering at the edge while MC got to know Jett and Zoe in the Art Club they had formed, or as MC debated with Remy and Leon about a movie they had been watching. With Nikolai, it was mostly challenges Nikolai loved to issue and MC was too proud to deny. But she was always there, in the background. She had become a rather comforting presence, as MC had formed bonds with everyone.

“This was not the best course of action, but they took it anyway.” Vivienne’s choice had been driven by emotion, raw panic, but MC just couldn’t wrap her mind around Nikolai or Zoe, both logical to the bone, supporting it. “There must have been something else, there.”

·         With the anger slowly cooling off, MC thought she could almost begin to understand their reasons. The Poppy isn’t the sort of group to taint their hands with blood, not unless it’s absolute necessary.

·         Celine had pushed everyone, even if the heist ended on a positive note.

·         ‘I believe you have a place with us’, Nikolai had said. MC remembered the heist and how everything could have gone wrong.

·         Their talent and quick-thinking are the only reason they got out of that situation relatively unharmed.

·         No doubt the rest of their heists carried the same danger.

·         MC thought of Celine, gun aiming at her chest, eyes glinting in Vivienne’s direction and made a split-second decision.

·         There was no way, no way at all, that she was going to let anything happen to them.

…

·         When Vivienne had first noticed the sudden lack of danger in their heists, she was instantly suspicious.

·         She couldn’t afford to brush anything off in her line of work.

·         Zoe finds the source in no time.

·         To say they were confused as an understatement.

“I thought she was back in New York?”

“I don’t understand, why would she choose this?”

“We’re hardly so incompetent as to need a guard.”

“How long has this been happening?”

“Couple months, so maybe they started operating around March?” Zoe throws them a withering look so they’ll shut up, and lets out a long sigh once they do. “Point is, we’ve gained a new stalker, even if it’s her. She got a whole organization going, she’s pretty dedicated.”

“Of course she is, it’s why we choose her in the first place.”

“Technically, Vivienne did.”

“Well, yeah. Still, this is insane. So little time, and yet…”

“MC was always a fighter,” Vivienne says, quietly. “It’s certainly an… interesting choice…”

“She seems to have very good intel,” Zoe continues, eyes glued to her laptop’s screen. “Too good. She knows our every movement.”

“Which means she will be lurking around this heist.” Nikolai drums his fingers against his armchair, a frown firmly in place. “That might be a problem.”

“She’s been doing this for months, but we’ve never caught a glimpse of her. It’s safe to say she won’t approach us, right?”

“We probably shouldn’t, either. Not for now. We need more info on this organization of hers.”

“We’ll proceed as planned.”

·         Except nothing goes as planned.

·         Jett’s bombs don’t go off when they should, providing no distraction and thus no way of escape for Vivienne and Nikolai.

·         No safe way, at any rate.

·         The guards get suspicious of their malfunctioning equipment remarkably quick, moving to search the place.

·         Remy gets found out first, though he stalls as much as he can.

·         It’s enough time for Leon and Nikolai to think for a way out, though Remy is still with the guards.

·         The bombs go off at that moment, and Vivienne is trapped.

·         It’s at that moment that MC’s crew intervene.

·         The guards are the most important issue, and so most of her crew go handle it.

·         MC takes care of Vivienne personally.

“Well, that went great.” MC says, flashing Vivienne a cheeky smile when she finds her. Vivienne looks up at her with wide eyes, brown eyes glinting under the light of the room.

“How did you…”

“Questions later, darling. Can you walk?”

Vivienne blinks, taking a deep breath. The motion helps her get rid of most of her surprise. She knows she doesn’t have time to lose, so she accepts MC hand and follows her out. The trip is quiet, of course. Vivienne keeps a carefully neutral expression on, eyes flickering from the woman in front of her to the rest of their escape route.

It’s hard, trying to compare this woman with the one she had kissed all those months ago. She remembers how her hands grasped at her robe, passionate, truthful, those sweet words MC had muttered against Vivienne’s mouth, before the poison had taken effect.

MC had said she would never hurt Vivienne. Vivienne had poisoned her, afraid she would hurt MC.

It didn’t feel like she could hurt the woman before her, though, standing tall and strong and confident, a leader, someone made out of stone. For a moment, Vivienne had the impression poison wouldn’t even work on her anymore.

·         MC had changed. It was as clear as the water glimmering outside the organization’s HQ.

·         She wasn’t the same bubbly, hopeful girl Vivienne had taken around Paris, teaching everything she could about thievery.

·         She wasn’t the same passionate, proud artist she had been, brush in hand, smiling in wonder and then frowning in concentration when she tried to capture something beautiful. Somehow, most of the time, the subject of her painting was Vivienne herself.

·         She was steely, snarky, commanding the room with her very presence. All eyes followed her as she went, speaking clear orders for the crew to follow.

·         In the beginning, they had stuck to the Gilded Poppy like glue, curious. No doubt they were trying to see why MC cared about them so much to go through this kind of trouble.

·         One look from MC was enough to get them to disperse.

·         This change… everything it entailed… Vivienne wanted to know more.

“So, how did it feel?” MC had asked her as soon as they got a moment alone. Vivienne shot her a glance, trying to decipher something in her expression.

“How did what feel?”

“Thinking you could force me out of this. You got me in this life.”

“I gave you a way out.”

“But I told you, didn’t I? I wanted this, and you…”

“I’ve lived all my life like this. I didn’t want you to face-”

“Well, maybe you shouldn’t have chosen me, then. Ever think of this little thing called consequences?”

Isadora flashes through her mind, quick, too quick. It leaves a trail of golden hair in the back on her mind, all too real when she closes her eyes. Vivienne presses her lips together, forces herself to focus.

“This organization…”

“Don’t let it get to your head, darling. It’s not you I’m worried about.”

“…The others, then.”

“Yes. Quid pro quo, and all that. I’ll see what I can ask in return later.”

“We didn’t ask you to intervene.”

“You didn’t ask before poisoning me, either. I feel like doing drastic things without asking for permission are common place around here.”

“That doesn’t even-”

“Ah, ah, ah. Did I save your lives, yes or no?”

Jett had said, before they got released from the medical ward, that the plan failing was entirely his fault, after getting too distracted thinking about MC to get his usual formulas right. Vivienne didn’t doubt him – Jett was, after all, very dedicated to his craft. A mistake was unthinkable, unless something of this magnitude managed to get to him.

He felt guilty and weirded out, probably, she thinks bitterly, despite everything being my fault, as per usual.

“…you did.”

The smile that stretches over MC’s face is almost predatory, brown eyes glinting with satisfaction. “That’s what I like to hear.”