#or whatever it is raffy says

[dawnbreakersgaze]

Well I might have missed Zayne's medical rescue card AND all three of the Lingering Gaze cards, but today I got both the last lightseeker and last foreseer cards to finish off the myths 😭 and back to back even I'm so shook

So maybe I treated myself to the outfits

🎉 The gang's all here finally 🥲 🎉

[evviejo]

RAFFI MUSIKER - STAR TREK: PICARD S1E4 Absolute Candor

[synthville]

plus unfortunately for me i think r7 is done. splitsville. endpoint will be the 3rd stage of gay divorce when you can finally grab drinks and reminisce on the relationship with resigned fondness lol. just completely over in any way that matters (sorry to the silent subtleties of queerness girlies but that’s almost never done well when gay people aren’t at the helm and with this show in particular they simply refuse to address certain things as a major cop out)

anyway. what im getting from finally giving in to reviews and interviews and my own lesbian eyes is that going forward it’ll be awkward exes to renewed friendship probably shown through their seamless work dynamic. and they’ll leave things on a ‘maybe someday’ note. which, seeing as they even didn’t try in the actual present is beyond bullshit. but a mutual agreement to end things with both obviously having feelings they refuse to act upon because the writers are hateful hacks i can take.

what would be absolutely intolerable to me would be if seven has clearly moved on (with a blessing from raffi to go have starfleet sponsored spinoff adventures no less) while raffi just carries this torch forever. because fuck that. it’s one thing to have her be the one to nudge them along when they’re both in it but to have only her pining after the fact? hellish. like it’s actually deplorable to me.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗲

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff (?), kinda possessive flo (but not really), i love raffie so much

warning(s): mentions of alcohol, kinda possessive behavior, grammatical errors, unedited

word count: 1.9k

request: you can find the request here

note: IM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, nonnie, but it's finally here, also the winner of the poll. I really hope you like it, I had so much fun writing it. I feel like the ending is kinda trash, but oh well whatever. I'm not an english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You were trying to pay attention to what Raffie was saying, you really were, but you couldn't focus on her words with Florence's hot breath on your neck. 

“And then he just ghosted me,” she finished. “Can you believe he did that, Y/n?”

Hearing her calling out your name snapped you out of your thoughts. 

“I cannot believe he did that, Raffie,” you shook your head, trying to convince your best friend that you had been listening to her for the last five minutes. 

“He’s a dick,” Florence said behind you. 

You were sitting on her lap, her hands wrapped tightly around your waist, butterflies in your stomach. If it were up to you, you would be sitting next to her instead of on her, but she had made that call for you. 

In fact, ever since she had found out about your little crush on her, she became more touchy with you. And you had let her, something you shouldn't have done since it was frustrating because she only saw you as her little sister’s best friend. But you couldn’t deny her touch, after all those years of secretly yearning for it. Even though you knew she was just messing with you, you would allow it, you would allow it to mess with you even though it would just tear you apart. 

“Anyways,” Raffie continued, “a friend of his is having a party tonight, and I was wondering if you guys would come with me. As moral support?”

“Moral support? What for? He’s a douchebag, what could you possibly want with him?” you raised your brow at her. 

Raffie wasn’t the one to go after boys, boys usually went after her. So it was a surprise to hear from her that she wanted to look for the guy. 

“I just want to repay the favour,” she had a grin on her face. 

Of course, she would want revenge, that sounded more like her. 

You playfully rolled your eyes at her, “What are you up to, huh?”

“I promise I will tell you later if you come with me.”

“I don’t know, Raff. You know how I feel about parties.”

“Oh, come on,” you heard the blonde say behind you. “I’ll be there, we will have fun, we can get drunk and dance a little bit.”

“Flo, you know that I don’t like—”

“Pretty please, Y/n,” you looked at her over your shoulder, her green eyes locked on yours. “Please,” she whispered once more before leaving a sweet soft kiss on your bare shoulder. 

The simple action set your skin on fire. She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly all the feelings she would burst inside you. Some part of you thought that maybe she was taking advantage of you, but honestly you couldn’t care less as long as you had her attention. 

You gulped before speaking up, “Fine,” you smiled at her. 

She had the biggest grin you had seen on her the entire day. She was going to be the death of you and you would gladly accept that fate as long as she was part of it. 

“Yay!” Raffie cheered, reminding you that she was still in the room. “Y/n, please let me do your makeup,” she said, not waiting for an answer and running up to her room. You rolled your eyes at your best friend even though she was long gone. 

You felt the hands around your torso getting tighter, and once again you remembered exactly where you were, sitting on Florence’s lap, your back against her chest, her breath on your neck. You wanted to tell her to stop, some part of you wanted to move away from her, but you just couldn’t find the strength in you to do something about it. 

“I bet Raffie is also looking for an outfit for you,” she mumbled, she had her head buried in the crook of your neck, her breath sending shivers up your spine. “And I bet you are going to look so hot in it,” your heart skipped a beat and you felt the blood rushing up to your cheeks when she left a small wet kiss on your neck. 

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to form some coherent thoughts, but your brain was too foggy to think properly, getting drunk on her scent and closeness. You hadn’t realised your breath had gotten heavier until Florence had pointed it out. 

“You okay, love?” she whispered in your ear. “Your breathing is uneven and your heart is beating pretty fast.” 

You knew she knew exactly why your body was acting up the way it was, she was just messing with you, as she usually did.  

“I um,” you found her eyes already looking at you, your brain was struggling to find words.

“You…?” she trailed off, singling for you to continue. 

“I was just, I um—”

“Y/n, what do you think about this skirt?” Raffie cut you off walking down the stairs. You let out the breath you were holding, glad that you didn’t have to answer her big sister. “I know what you're going to say: ‘Oh, but Raffie, it’s so short. I could never’,” she said in a high pitch, resembling your voice. 

“I don’t sound like that,” you gave her a death glare. 

“Yeah, you do. But whatever, just go and try this on, okay? You will look sexy,” she winked at you and handed you the clothes. 

“But Raffie the party doesn’t start until late at night,” you whined. 

“Late at night? Y/n, we have only three hours! Just go and get dressed,” she pulled you up and led you to her bedroom upstairs. “I’m going to buy some things for the party, Florence will stay with you, okay? I’ll be right back,” she blew you a kiss goodbye and closed the door behind her. 

While you were undressing yourself to try out the outfit Raffie had put together for you, you heard her saying goodbye to her sister downstairs and telling her to behave. You once again rolled your eyes at your best friend. She knew about your crush on her sister, you told her ever since you had realised that your feelings for the blonde had changed. She also knew how Florence would be around you, always touching you, flirting with you, or just staring at you. Raffie didn’t know if her sister was just playing around or actually meant all of those things, she never talked about you with her. Not that she hadn’t tried, she had, repatelly. But Florence would always shut down and change the subject. So she gave up a while ago. 

You had already put the skirt and the top Raffie had chosen for you, it was way more revealing than what you would normally wear. But you didn’t seem to mind it. You were looking at yourself in the mirror when you heard the door being opened behind you. 

“I knew you would look hot,” she stopped closer to where you were standing. “But then again, you always look hot.”

You watched her through the mirror, she had changed into a tight short black dress with some pink flowers on it. Your eyes trailed down to her legs, and you swallowed hard when you noticed how short the dress was. She noticed you were ogling her. 

“How do I look?” she smiled at you. 

“You look beautiful, Flo. You always do,” you whispered the last part, but Florence had already heard it. 

“If you don’t want to go to the party, we don’t have to, Y/n,” you watched as she got closer to you and placed her hands on your shoulder. 

“It’s okay, I want to,” you flashed her a smile. “I have a good feeling about this one.”

Which was true. You didn’t know what it was, maybe the fact that Florence was going to be there, the fact that Raffie was getting her ‘revenge’, or maybe you just felt comfortable in the clothes Raffie had picked for you, that you didn’t mind going to a stranger’s house and have a little bit of fun. 

“Well, that’s good,” she rested her chin on your shoulder, her arms wrapped around your waist, making your stomach turn. 

[...]

You were in the kitchen, trying to pour yourself a glass of water. You felt like you had already had too much alcohol, your head was spinning and the music was getting louder and louder. 

You had been dancing the whole night with Florence, and you had been right, you did have fun. But you were getting overwhelmed by all the people surrounding you.

Once you gulped down the water you felt a little bit better, and shook those feelings away. 

“Hey!”, you heard an unfamiliar voice calling behind you. 

Slowly, you turned around to see a boy standing in front of you. He appeared to be a few years older than you, and by the way he was standing you could tell he had one too many drinks as well.

“Everything’s good, I was just heading out actually,” you tried to walk away from him but he grabbed you from your wrist. 

“Hey, don’t run, we just met. I’m Dick,” he sounded nice, the soft grip on your wrist telling you he meant no harm. 

He noticed you were looking down at his hand, and quickly let go.

“Sorry,” he slurred, “You’re just really pretty,” you watched as his cheeks turned red.

“Sure,” you playfully rolled your eyes. 

“I’m serious,” he chuckled. “I didn’t catch your name, tho.”

“Oh, right, sorry. I’m Y/n.”

“Y/n,” he tried your name on his lips, liking the sound of it. 

Unbeknownst to you, a certain blonde was looking at the two of you chatting. She felt as her skin set on fire the closer he got to you and the more you would laugh at whatever he was saying. 

What could he possibly be saying that you would make you laugh so hard? Was he really that funny? There was no way he was that funny. She needed to do something about it. 

The truth was Florence also had a crush on you, as cliche as it sounded, falling for her little sister’s best friend. But how could she not when it was you who she fell for? You were just too cute, and caring, and compassionate, she felt like she might just explode by just looking at you. And she could not have you talking to some stupid, probably drunk, guy. She quickly made her way towards the two of you, determined to put an end to whatever that was.

“Oh, there you are, baby,” you heard a familiar voice saying and a familiar pair of lips kissing your left cheek. “Who’s this, love?”

“Um, this is Dick. Dick this is Florence…”

“Her girlfriend, and not just her friend who is a girl,” she winked at him. 

“What are you…?” you tried, but Dick’s voice got you off.

“Oh, shoot, I’m sorry. I just thought… I’m just going to leave,” Dick said, clearly embarrassed by the whole situation. 

“What was that about?” you snapped at her. 

“I did you a favour, Y/n. He was no good,” she simply smiled at you. 

“You don’t get to do that, Florence. Not cool.”

“Oh, come on, Y/n.”

“No, I’m serious. Don’t pull that shit on me.”

“Or what?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“Dead serious,” she said, trapping your body against the counter. 

Your heart skipped a beat by the sudden action, she was way too close. You could feel her breath on your lips. 

“Don’t you see it, Y/n?” she whispered, but loud enough for you to hear through the music. “You made me go crazy.”

“What?” 

“You're mine, Y/n. Mine,” and finally her soft warm lips met yours.

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

[vivianbernadetteaurora]

Can you Kim Kardashians, Virgo, Venus

So I wanted to extend my peace on Virgo, Venus, point in case Kim Kardashian and her idea that she is this forever Muse now let’s not lie here goes. Do you like to follow the trend and they know the train and they have to look good and they know how to just look smart and what looks Raffi They also I’ve noticed in real life, not many that close are very important to them whoever they are and whatever work of life they are in and they always gonna compliment you or say something about what you are wearing in a weird way, I think it’s because they always try for perfectionism and Virgo. You don’t need to do that you’re pretty much close to perfect anyway and it must be exhausting. I’ve got a Virgo mark so kind of get it but then It’s funny because Prince brought Kim k on stage at one of his concerts before he died, and then we all know about Kanye and rearranging her wardrobe, but I’m gonna do some post of her and Kylie and Travis and how they like to be part of a team, but we’ve came mate it could be more so can tourist in Venus doing this. Also they both got a Venus is very compatible actually the charts but there you go there’s some Virgo and Venus who show class dignity, but you can also give it edge .

[raffaelamusiker]

Raffi Musiker and Michael Burnham for the character ask

Thank you for the ask! From this ask game

Raffi!!

How I feel about this character

Oh gosh, I love her with everything I have. I love all of her good and her bad. I love that she is perfectly imperfect. She's one of the most realistic human characters I've ever seen. She is my baby and she deserves the whole universe and I love her SO MUCH. I relate to her a lot.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Well Seven, of course. I do also like thinking about pre-canon and her marraige and relationship with Jae. Honestly I'm quite open with shipping Raffi with people: B'Elanna, Emmy, Jadzia, a load of OCs ect. She just deserves to be loved by everyone. If Raffi wants to give everyone little kisses then she should be allowed!!

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Raffi and Rios are the top brOTP. Platonic soulmates to the max.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know if this is unpopular but I have seen a few comments about it: Raffi is not ooc in s3. Ignoring the abysmal 'offical' (thats putting it lightly) timeline between s2 & 3 that doesn't make sense, Raffi had been through a lot of trauma that was never addressed again in s2 (surprise surprise). Elnor died in her arms, she watched Seven get deathly injured and nearly die, she herself nearly died and her best friend stayed in the past. All of that and with what she was going through in the first half of s3 would change her, harden her, make her slip over the edge.

I do agree that the show never really knew exactly what to do with her and so we have 3 different angles of her, but its not ooc. Raffi has just been through so much trauma, especially between s1-3 and hasn't had the time to deal with it.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

For her and Seven to officially stay together lmao. No, I loved how she found a friend and supporter in Worf, I love how she's by Seven's side on the Titan Enterprise, I just wish they'd done the family stuff a bit better you know? She deserved so much more than Jae suddenly believing everything she said just because Worf had leaked her medals and such, and not having listened to her himself. (Gabe is different). It just kinda sucked and she deserves better and to be believed and listened to.

Michaeeeel!!!

How I feel about this character

I love Michael a lot. I think she's one of the best captains, an amazing friend and someone who just wants to do the right thing. She knows her flaws and works on them. She's not afraid to emote, to feel, to love. The way she loves her friends so unapologetically <3 She's truly the best.

All the people I ship romantically with this character

Michael and Book are cute, but there was this polyamory Disco post going around a while back which I loved too. Michael, just like Raffi is allowed to just kiss whoever she wants.

My non-romantic OTP for this character

Michael and Saru's friendship always brings me to tears tbh. Also Michael and Tilly's friendship. I love them being best friends so much. The way they always just hug!! and Michael and Saru doing the head touch kills me every time.

My unpopular opinion about this character

I don't know, probably that she's one of the best captains?? I know it's usually just the trek bros who say shes a mary-sue or whatever, but I think she has one of the best character arcs and character growth on any ST show. I also loved that she got such a good, peaceful ending. It's what she deserves!

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

That she got more time as captain. That Disco didn't have to end. I think she had so much more to give us and I miss her!!

[trillscienceofficer]

Best Left Raffi Musiker/Seven of Nine/B'Elanna Torres, 38.3k words, rated T

A road trip to Coppelius becomes very complicated for Raffi, once an old friend of Seven's shows up in mysterious circumstances.

She’s older now, and out of uniform, looking much worse for wear after what she just went through. But there had been a time more than twenty years prior when her face had been on every Federation newsfeed, along with the rest of the crew of the USS Voyager. “You know her?” Raffi turns to Soji, frozen in bemusement beside Emil. “I’ve never met her but yes, I know who she is,” Raffi says. “You two stay here and keep an eye on things. Seven needs to see this.”

—

Here it is, the fic I wrote in the Rare Pair Exchange 2023 for @ceruleanphoenix7, who requested a story about Raffi, Seven and B'Elanna going on adventures and getting out of tight situations together. Set post-Season 1, it has a plot (!), polyam romance, friendship, a bit of a reunion of the crew of La Sirena (Soji and Elnor play important parts), Raffi slowly figuring out whatever the hell is going on between Seven and B'Elanna, as well as what she wants for herself. Also, lots of references to DS9.

I hope you enjoy!

[hellcatinnc]

My Dreams Are Now A Reality-In Gaming!

Spoilers Ahead For Anyone Who Hasn't Played Chapter 7 of LAD

I can officially die happy!! So I have been on a hunt for years for games that have mer people in it and its just as hard if not harder to find them as it is good vampire games these days. But after the last few years seeing more vampire games or ones with vampires in it my heart still longed for mer people. I started off on Ariel as a kid and became in love with the creatures in the ocean. Myth or real its whatever you want to believe yet no game really dives into it... until now!! Infold games exceeded my expectations... I went into it for Zayne and as I started the game fell pretty hard for Rafayel. There was such a pull to him I couldn't explain it. Then when I realized he was a merman I questioned if he was like aquaman type with no tail so I waited. The snippet of the billboard with Rafayel made me believe there would be a tail but I just needed to wait. Well tonight I had the chance after all day to sit down and play yesterdays missions. I have Raffy up to level 43 in love affection which is darling stage out of 100. All I can say is thanks to infold studios/Love And Deepspace my dream has became a reality, to the point the moment I saw his tail I had tears in my eyes.

I mean after seeing those pictures he is so beautiful I can't take my eyes off of him... and knowing he is a merman makes him even more dreamy... he is that fantasy merman I always hoped for...I normally never spend alot of money in games but I will go bankrupt for him. It sounds stupid but mer people are never done in games and its even hard still for movies and tv shows and I feel like thats what makes them a dime a dozen but also the rarest gem and I am so happy I found this game.

[rafent]

[ 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐦 ]

“ y'know, raffy-taffy, it's almost annoying how good you are at pretending to be useless. ”

fogado's faux-annoyed tone belies clear joy, face painted with freshly-spattered blood from some no-name he's pinned under his knife. he's not even bothering to watch where his knife is going---it's like a surprise, however he ends up killing this person. fogado can treat the body like meat if he pleases---it won't matter in the end.

this job is better than anything he had going for him before. he's right hand to an entity whose power he can't even begin to comprehend, and the amount of blood that spills is enough to keep the party going for years and years and years. fogado keeps up the stream by sort of throwing himself at whoever looks at rafal even a bit weirdly. sure, rafal could dust them with the flick of a finger, but fogado likes to show his devotion to the guy that lets him go wild beast on whatever.

such has happened to the newly-corrupted that still lies beneath fogado---in fact, fogado is simply so pleased with himself that he's considering sticking his winding blade back into the body. would it kill them again? probably. would rafal get mad at him? who knows!

but fogado thinks better of it. after all, they're trying to amass an army for a reason. even if this one life was more than worthless, it wouldn't do to start culling their numbers just because. it wasn't like they could even bleed anyways. so instead he hops off, giving the reanimation a rough kick in the head as it tries to stand up.

“ khaha~! stupid thing, stupid thing, ” sings fogado, jumping around with arms raised and bloody knife spinning between his fingers. “ thinkin' he had a shot... ”

but suddenly he's in rafal's face for no other reason other than he just fucking feels like it. “ but i'd ne~ver let anyone touch you, ” he hums now, almost grandstanding. “ not even with a little bitty fingernail---'cuz i'd cut the whole hand off~! ” he makes a show of almost hacking his own hand off. “ the whole right hand, 'cuz i'm your right-hand man and stuff~! hahahaha~!! ”

sweeping a foot out and upwards, fogado tumbles to the ground in a heap of laughter and blood. the ring of his mirth is a horrible sound, but it quiets soon---he simply has more he must say to the master whom he serves.

“ ahhh, what fun. you'll call on me whenever you need me, right? ” he rolls to a sitting position, looking up at rafal keenly. “ i'm your loyal murder doggy, so feel free to point me at whoever's throat you wanna see ripped out, o~kaaaay~? ”

— 𝐢. sender has killed someone who threatened the receiver

The undead Prince of Solm retained a crown in this only; being the cream of Rafal's rotten crop. His cold eyes watched the other's gratuitous display, a reanimated soldier squatted upon by the young man. Preferring to kill neatly in order to leave the body and brain intact, even Fell Dragons did not squander time or play with corpses afterward to such a degree. With his unique attitude, Fogado showed to the world another brand of cruelty entirely, even if to Rafal that cruelty mattered little. It mattered a thousand times more that he was efficient.

"Do not place the newly born Corrupted under duress. Also; if you will dare to utter my true name then you will say it right." He admonished the nickname, nostrils flaring and brows hauled low, but an '-or else' never came. Despite his insulted demeanor, there were no elaborated consequences to committing offenses against him, no caveats to undisciplined language.

Fogado was useful, after all. Fogado was dead, after all. Brandishing threats against his Corrupted was no different from jeopardizing a doll with strings he could cut at will. It was meaningless, venting frustrations upon lesser creatures dependent on his magic to stand, and to Rafal they were all mostly the same. Mostly, and not totally, if only because some were more advantageous than others. His gaze traveled to Fogado again, preparing to dispense an order, and stopped short at the distance, then the collapse onto the floor. Then the laughter.

". . . . . . ."

His silence was a vast blanket, amused and disgusted and tolerating all in one. Peering down the bevel of his nose, the Fell Heir pursed his mouth into a deeper frown at the metaphor. Dogs? Stinking and slobbering creatures far withdrawn from being his first choice. "I do not require your protection, Fogado, but I do require your talents. And if you are done larking around, then I will generously fulfill your wish. Let us get into the thick of your next assignment. There is work to be done."

Master and dog; lord and knight; no matter how, they played the farce. For the joyful Fogado who enjoyed it, or perhaps for lonely, lonely "Nil" who knew no other way - the tender dragon who had always possessed his Four Winds close at hand following the end of the war. On the flip side of his false identity - a double life of a double life - some semblance of normalcy yet remained. Even if he was bereft three knights, at least when he gazed upon Fogado there was still one.

[tea-earl-grey]

pink!

from this ask game

🩷 Pink: Do you find a certain character (or characters) easy to write? More difficult -- and if so, do you avoid writing that character (or those characters) when possible?

Easy Characters:

One of the only characters who I've never struggled with writing is Irving Braxiatel from the Doctor Who EU. He has every single marking of being a Difficult character to write – his timeline is convoluted and contradictory to the point where the actual writers have just kind of given up, he is constantly 1000 steps ahead of other characters and eternally prepping for The Long Game, he's super pompous, he never says what he means, and he constantly references high art that I don't have the background to fully understand. But for whatever reason despite all that, I've always found him easy to write (even back to when I was 14) because I think once you understand how his inner world differs from his outer world and how his dialogue is always a performance rather than an expression of himself then it just clicks into place. It got to the point that when I was writing And They Became Monsters (the fall of great men) that I had to consciously remember not to write in Brax's voice while I was working on other things.

Also for Doctor Who characters, shout out to Liv Chenka for always having dialogue that never takes any effort and is always snappy and fun even if I only published one of my fics with her.

As far as Star Trek characters go, I honestly find Janeway fairly easy to write despite not finishing a fic with her because she has that nice duality I like between her inner world and outer world. She presents herself with total confidence and self assurance (totally unlike me but it's still fun to write) while internally suffering from self doubt and depression knowing that she can never express her insecurities. It's such a good place for a character to be in fanfic when you can actually explore how they perceive themself/how others perceive them.

I've also only written a tiny bit of Picard's dialogue (and not from his perspective) but his way of speaking was very easy to find after absorbing So Much Star Trek because of how consistently he's written.

Hard Characters:

There are a fair few characters that I've been intimidated to try to write – notably any character that uses a dialect that I'm not super familiar with because an incorrectly written dialect can immediately tank any good characterization. It's also probably why I avoid writing for contemporary characters in general.

As far as characters I've Actually Written for – the Doctor (from Doctor Who not Voyager) is really difficult for me to write and especially from their POV. I don't think I can even recall a fanfic or official media where I've thought that the Doctor's POV was written spot on. I also found writing Bernice Summerfield difficult but I think that was more because of her role in the fic I was writing and not her character.

On the Star Trek side of things – it took me awhile and a few rewatches to find Raffi's voice but I feel decent about writing her now after realizing how many of her actions and way of carrying herself is a result of her insecurities. Lately I've been struggling with writing Elnor which is why the next chapter of my fic is taking so long (sorry!) because I'm just so unused to writing characters who say exactly what they feel and are experiencing major life changes. In every other thing I've written, characters are constantly using double-speak and refusing to communicate so Elnor is just a completely different type of character to tackle.

[yandere-fics]

which of your ocs is forcing reader to wear lingerie around the house?

would they even have a preference for a certain style?

Miriel would in a she thinks you're so pretty, please wear it you'd look so pretty way. She has no preference, she just likes putting you in pretty clothes.

Eliza might if you bring home cat or puppy lingerie, then she'd constantly beg you to put it on.

Kassien doesn't want you to be cold so only on warm days or as a punishment. She likes pinks and frills. Light colors too.

Nikki only makes you wear comfortable clothing for napping.

Nora wouldn't make you but she prefers things that have loops for bondage.

Runa is into classic cat girl stuff, bunny girl stuff, and then puppy girl stuff. She'll also take cow lingerie if that's your thing. Just really any type of animal lingerie gets her drooling.

Sawyer might if you bought a bunch of pieces. She's more into the lingerie then a see through widows robe over it.

Theanna does but only in her chambers, she likes maid lingerie no shocker.

Elisha wouldn't, she prefers you completely bare.

Pauline might once you finally have your own place but only for days when she needs extra stress relief because the'res a big meeting or the previous day was hard. She likes whatever you like, as long as you let her gift it to you.

Raffie would not force it if you say no but there may be days when she's dressing you in her estate(no maids because only she deserves to serve you.) and the outfit is just lingerie. She likes reds.

Abigail would especially after your marriage, she loves bridal lingerie.

Veronia is into her weird dragon thing so of course she would love to have the fair princess she "captured" in pretty lingerie or perhaps she's your pet dragon who you've forced into bed with you and you have leather lingerie, either way she's down for it.

Ainsley finds it gets in the way of the experiment but will make you wear it in the tower when the experiment is over or there's not one planned that day.

Skye likes it all and no she's not bold enough.

Sophie would call you before she returns and ask you to put it on for her. She likes ones that are very delicate and feminine so she can rip them off.

Darla likes light colors and once you have your own house and are married yes.

Ellie would want you to but won't force it as long as you let her take your clothes off for marking sessions, otherwise you lose clothes privileges and must only wear the lingerie, it's okay she'll buy a heater and blankets. She likes whatever goes with the current roleplay.

[littlexscarletxwitch]

omg!! i have a request! i loveeee mutual pining. so is there anyway you could do something along the lines of the whole “have you seen the way she looks at you? you’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you” and a jealous love confession from r??

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, mutual pining, sexual tension (?), kinda friends to lovers, allusions to sex but sfw

warning(s): mentions of consuming alcohol, smoking (?), grammatical errors, not proofread.

word count: 1.7k

note: I'm back bitchez. Sorry I haven't been posting, I've been lacking inspiration. I apologise in advance if this isn't the good. I hope you like it, nonnie. Let me know if you want a part 2 for what happened next. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you enjoy! <3

requests are open! + check my rules here <3

part 1 | part 2

Your eye twitched as you watched him pull Florence closer to his body. 

She looked so comfortable in his arms, as if she was meant to be there. You felt sick at the sight, wanting more than anything for her to be in your arms, you breathing in her scent, her hand on your thigh trailing small circles, and her burning touch against your skin. 

“Y/n, are you listening?”

Toby snapped you out of your thoughts, forcing you to look away from them. 

“I’m sorry, I was just–”

“Drooling at my sister? Yeah, I’ve noticed.”

“Shut up,” you smacked his arm, afraid Florence would hear the two of you talking. 

But it was almost impossible for you to hear Toby through the loud music, so you figured it would be even harder for her to hear you two. Not that it mattered anyway, she was too engrossed by that idiot.

“Why don’t you tell her?” Toby took a sip from his cup.

“Tell her what?” you tried to play dumb, but he knew you pretty well, you couldn’t fool him. 

“Tell her that you are madly in love with her.”

“I’m not,” you scoffed. 

“Oh, come on. I’ve seen the way you look at her. The eyes, chico. They never lie.”

“Don’t give me that Scarface shit, you twat.”

“Who is a twat?” Raffie’s voice made you jump. 

“Toby.”

“Y/n.”

The both of you replied at the same time, causing Raffie to chuckled and rolled her eyes at the both of you. 

“Yeah, you both are.”

“This twat here,” Toby pointed at you, “doesn't want to tell Florence how she feels.”

“Oh, yeah. She is a twat.”

“Raffie,” you knitted your brows.

“He’s right, you know. Why can’t you just tell her?”

“Just look at her,” you nodded in Florence's direction. She was laughing at whatever that idiot had said. “She clearly likes him. Plus, we’ve been friends forever. I can’t just ruin our friendship. I won’t. I would rather have her as a friend than not have her at all in my life.”

Raffie looked at his brother. The both of them were so done with you and Florence’s bullshit. You two were so dense, always going to either Toby or Raffie to mumble nonstop about each other: “Florence is just so breathtaking,” you would say. “Y/n, she’s mesmerising. She makes my knees go weak, Raffie,” Florence would tell her. “Her laugh is just like a melody to my ears,” Toby would roll his eyes at you. “She makes me so nervous, but I also feel so at ease next to her,” Florence would tell her brother.

They could see the whole thing crystal clear. She liked you, you liked her, simple as that. They never understood how you missed Florence’s hints towards you, or the way she would touch you, or how her eyes would lit up the second you came into the room. But then again, Florence never noticed how you would laugh at her lame dad jokes, or how you would always need to be close to her, or the fact that you would always come up with stupid excuses just to be with her.

Florence felt your burning gaze on her frame, finding your eyes in an instant. She smiled at you, as she would always do just to see your cheeks turning red. But all she received was a tight smile and next thing she knew you were walking away from Raffie and Toby. She could tell something was bothering you. Of course she could tell, she spent every minute of her day watching over your every movement and reaction. She knew when you were sad, angry, happy, scared, worried. And she could tell something was upsetting you. 

“Hey, where are you going?” Chad, the dude she met just minutes ago, asked. 

Chad wasn’t bad, he was just a little too drunk. Florence was too kind to turn him away, but she really had no interest in him. 

“Listen, Chad. I had a good time,” he was so boring, “but I have to go, yeah?”

“Oh.” 

“You know, that brunette over there has been looking at you the entire night. Why don’t you go and say hi?”

“Really?” Chad looked confused. 

“Yeah, just go, buddy. Have fun and don’t do anything you shouldn't be doing,” Florence said before getting closer to where her siblings were. 

“It’s just, you know how dense they–”

“Hey, you!” Raffie cut Toby off. 

“Hey, what happened to Y/n?” she ignored what the two of them were talking about earlier. Right now, she was more interested in knowing what had happened to you. 

“Oh, you know, she just…” Raffie trailed off, looking at her brother for help.

Toby could almost see Raffie’s brain trying to find the right words to say. If he had been a little more sober, his brain would probably be doing the same. But he was a little tipsy, and his brain wasn’t working properly. 

“You know what, fuck it. Florence,” he grabbed her sister by her shoulder, “you need to go find Y/n, and tell her how you feel.”

“You know I can’t do that, she would–”

“No, just listen to me. I’m done with this bullshit. She loves you, okay?”

“Toby,” she tried to say but Toby once again cut her off.

“No, hear me out. Have you seen the way she looks at you? No, of course not, you’re clueless, for god’s sake,” he answered himself. “They way she looks at you, she just,” his intoxicated brain was struggling to find the right words. “This girl is utterly in love with you. You’d think you’re the one who put the stars in the sky with how much love she has for you, Flo.”

Florence didn’t know what to say.

“She’s been watching you the whole night with that dude. She thought you liked him, and she just couldn't take any longer watching you with him. So, you go after her and tell her how you feel, okay?”

Florence could only nod at them, still too stunned to actually speak. Her brain was going so fast thinking the right words to confess her feelings to you. But first she needed to find you. 

She knew you were upset, upset because of her but that didn’t matter right now. And when you would get upset you would always go out to have a smoke. She walked out of the pub, looked to her right then to her left. And that was when she saw you. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed breathing out the smoke. 

She carefully approached you, as if she were to be too loud you would run away from her. 

“Mind sharing?” 

Your eyes opened at the sound of her voice, your heart rate increasing. You passed the cigarette to her, your fingertips brushing against her skin. You watched as she breathed in, her chest puffing up causing butterflies in your stomach. 

“What happened to the guy you were talking to?” you suddenly remembered why you were upset. 

Florence noticed the slight anger in your voice. Was it also jealousy maybe? 

“What about him?” she was now messing with you, wanting to see if you were actually jealous. 

“I just thought you two were getting along,” you shrugged. 

“We were,” your heart shrunk at her words. “Why did you walk out, Y/n?” you noticed she got closer to you, which made you more nervous. 

Florence was also nervous, about you being that close to her, about her heart beating so fast, but she couldn’t let you see that. Not if she wanted to tease you a little bit.

You grabbed the cigarette and brought it up to your lips. 

“I just needed some space,” you breathed out the smoke. 

“Bullshit.”

She took a step closer to you, her feet touching yours.

“I just…”

“It’s okay, you can tell me,” she whispered. 

You could feel her hot breath on your lips. 

“I didn’t want to watch.”

“Watch what exactly?” she knew what you were talking about, but she wanted to hear you say it.

Your eyes moved down to her lips and quickly moved up to find her eyes. 

“I didn’t want to watch you with him. I didn’t want to watch him touching you, is that what you wanna hear? That I couldn’t even watch him looking at you. That you made me go fucking crazy,” 

“And what are you going to do about it?” her lips were so close to yours. If you were to move you would be kissing her. 

You brought the cigarette to your lips one more time, breathing in and then breathing out the smoke on her parted lips. You watched as she breathed in and then out the smoke. Even though your brain was clouded with a bit of alcohol and her intoxicating scent, you then realised that she was teasing you. That she wanted you to react like this. So you did what you hoped she wanted you to do. 

Your lips found hers, putting the both of you out of your misery. You could taste the cigarette in her mouth and the vodka she had earlier. A moan escaped from your lips when you felt her teeth biting into your bottom lip. Your hand went to find her hair, slightly pulling it, causing a whimper to fall out of her mouth, but was muffled by your lips. You were so lost on her lips, and her body against yours that you didn’t notice two figures coming your way. 

“Fucking finally!” Toby shouted, causing the two of you to pull back from each other. 

“Get a room, you two!” Raffie joked. 

“Shut up,” Florence and you said at the same time, which made the four of you chuckle. 

“Are you guys ready to go home?” Toby asked. 

Florence pecked your lips one more time and said, “Hell yeah!” a grin was plastered on her face. 

“Oh, gross. I know that look,” Raffie complained. 

“What look?” Florence played dumb, she knew exactly what her sister was talking about. 

“Just don’t be too loud, okay? I have to wake up early tomorrow.”

“I can’t make any promises,” she said, making her way to the car, pulling you inside with her. 

“We should drop them in a hotel or something,” Toby mumbled. 

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[optimistredsox]

1 Apr, BOS @ OAK, 9-0, win

Oakland makes me sad. Instead of investing in the team and improving a storied franchise they're being dragged through the mud in anticipation of moving to Las Vegas. It's heartbreaking.

That being said, it's important to really beat up on bad teams because there are a lot of good teams out there that can beat us up. There's not a lot to say with a 9-0 win against a team that seems terrible on purpose, but there are some things that still require pointing out. The brighter sides among the bright sides.

Mea culpa as one of those hand-wringers about the state of the Sox rotation. I think the optimist in me was of the mind that there was certainly potential there but everything had to be going right. Well, we're one time through the rotation and everything is going right.

Tanner Houck went six, struck out 10, allowed three hits and didn't walk anyone. Oh, and as you can see from the score, he didn't allow any runs either.

Chase Anderson went three to finish up, giving up one hit and striking out three. He's also credited with a save? Is that a new thing? I thought a save only happened if the run differential was three or fewer runs? I'm going to have to look that up. I probably should've looked it up before writing this but whatever.

Jarren Duran, knowing that fear is the mind killer, shrugged off his slow start and went three-for-five, knocking in a run, scoring twice and stealing three bases. His hair is still properly terrible, sporting what I can only describe as a frosted-tip mohawk/mullet (he looks like he fell off the back of an Australian pickup), but his hair can be whatever if he keeps raking and running.

Tristan Casas, also off to a slow start, got a couple of hits and knocked in a run.

The lineup made shit happen even without hits. Raffy was hitless, still scored a run. Ceddanne Rafaela? He didn't have a hit and racked up two RBIs. Masataka Yoshida? Scored twice and a RBI with no hits. The Sox are walking and running and making things happen. It's cool!

We won!

We've got a winning record again!

[overseer-picard]

OH THAT WAS SPICY

Thoughts on Picard S03 EO6 "The Bounty"

Highlights:

Something is fishy with Jack's Irumodic syndrome diagnosis.

Geordi looked and sounded fantastic.

The ships THE SHIPS (starships, but also relationships).

The babies of our babies being clever and heroic together. Chef's kiss.

Geordi being a protective, good dad.

Shaw fawning over Geordi and then "Yeah, it's been a weird week." Actually laughed out loud there.

Look, I am not a crier. But man, when they interspliced the flashback (which looked AMAZING) of the first time we met Data, with the music, I felt a tear and I smiled without realizing I was smiling. And the way they've brought Data back is fresh, and interesting, and pretty damn cool. He better stick around, if anything, to piss off Mr. Brent- I don't want to play Data and I've killed him twice now how many times must we do this- Spiner. I love how they made Picard the audience here "I've had to watch him die twice now." Yeah dude, we were there. And it sucked a butt.

Riker and Worf banter.

Seven and Jack with the Voyager moment. Beautiful. When Seven and Raffi get back together, there's going to be something about "being seen".

Jack starting to respect and connect with Picard.

Geordi helping with the cloaking device.

STARFLEET KEEPS CORPSES??? Creepy. I love it. Picard's actual body being the weapon is a GREAT twist because it truly was unexpected but was also foreshadowed the moment Vadic greeted Picard in episode 2 with "in the synthetic flesh." It also explains why Vadic isn't actually chasing Picard, just Jack. She needs actual DNA for some reason. I still hate that Picard is a synth because it was just so stupidly introduced in season one, but I'm grateful they're actually making it build the story in meaningful ways now and it's making me soften my irritaiton.

Okay, these writers have proven consistently now that they can skillfully hide plot details that payoff in meaningful ways later.

Alton Soong said "Evolution is not an act of preservation. It's addition." And then we have NuData who is the conglomeration (a form of addition) of all the Soong things, a Soong smoothie, if you will. Plus Beverly pointing out that the changelings are in a state of evolution and are seeking out Jack.

Aaaand, while typing this, I just figured out why Jack's irumodic syndrome isn't sitting right with me. They purposefully rephrased things to be in line with these themes of evolution rather than a devastating diagnosis. Beverly thinking he was gifted as a kid, seeing things not there, multiple references to the brain being overactive, pushing outside its confines. Whatever genes Wesley (he's going to show up this season, I feel it in my bones) got that made him a traveler, Jack has those AND has Picard's "defect" that isn't a defect, but rather, the next step in human evolution.

AND, on top of this, we have the Borg threads. Beverly listening to Picard's logs from Best of Both Worlds in episode one (which, suggests she might know things she hasn't shared yet). The virus she uses as a code word. Shaw saying Locutus was the only Borg with a name. And now, Picard's Borg laden body being stolen. Tack on the mention of new ships being connected in A COLLECTIVE, we've got ourselves a fascinating pickle developing

Whatever the Changelings (and invited guests) are up to, it's going to involve the Borg and specifically, Locutus. And Jack.

When I saw the first trailer for this season, I sighed the sigh of a hopeless cynic, not interested in watching a cliche revenge plot.

I am so glad I was deeply wrong.

[momentary-ecstasy]

Prompt: Seven finally manages to surprise Raffi who always just seems to know.

Raffi knew about her latest promotion before most of her superiors did. She knew about the jewelry Seven got her for their anniversary before it was wrapped. Raffi knew about the surprise birthday party Seven, Gabe, and Pel had planned for a month using secure channels.

Seven had taken it as a challenge to surprise Raffi every chance she got. She found it was the little things that were easiest to surprise Raffi with. She would kiss her sleeping night-owl girlfriend in the early morning and say she was going for a run, but instead she would take a transporter to Paris and get her favorite pastries for breakfast.

But she wanted to do something big. She wanted to get something big over on Raffi just once. 

And Seven decided that keeping it just to herself and planning minimally was how to do it. She waited for Raffi to have a lunch date with Elnor to set everything up. It didn’t take much persuasion as word had gotten out of their exploits with the Changelings on the Titan and Seven found the small amount of celebrity to be both exhausting and useful.

Like asking a security guard to perhaps be somewhere else in half an hour.

“Where are we going?” Raffi asked, holding onto Seven’s arm as she walked with her eyes closed, fully closed to play along with whatever Seven was up to.

“Where do you think we are?” Seven asked, stopping Raffi in an elevator that she hoped Raffi wouldn’t feel moving.

Raffi was hesitant to guess because it seemed like Seven had gone through a lot of work to surprise her and she didn’t think telling her that undercover training involved learning how to track ones whereabouts while blinded and hearing obstructed. “Probably still in Los Angeles.” 

“It’s okay if you know where we are,” Seven smiled, her hands on Raffi’s waist as she guided her onto the floor they were destined for. 

“The building where the former tallest building in Los Angeles was located,” Raffi answered. “Built by the company who went on to create the Class II igniter for what would eventually be Starfleet transport shuttles.”

“Okay,” Seven stopped Raffi from walking and stood behind her, putting her arms around Raffi’s waist. “So you know where we are. And too much about municipal construction. But,” she was suddenly nervous that what she did was stupid and too much or stupid and not enough. However they were already there so she said, “open your eyes.”

A small alcove with a large window overlooking the rebuilt Los Angeles had been set with four tea candles, two on the metal outline of the window, one on the stairs leading down, and the last on the floor near the window to the side, giving the space a soft glow that felt like somewhere safe and private. Two chairs that appeared to have been stolen from the lobby were angled so that they were nearly facing each other but partially looking out the window and a bottle of wine sat between them. 

Raffi was a bit confused by the setup, but smiled regardless, “This is great, honey.”

Seven watched Raffi approach the area with a sly grin because the surprise hadn’t even happened yet. She took the wine key out of her pocket and followed Raffi. 

They opened the wine and sat down. 

“No glasses huh?” Raffi asked after taking a sip from the bottle, after sitting down.

“The only thing I brought was the wine,” Seven sat down opposite her. “Can’t plan much if I want to surprise you. Especially with other people.”

Raffi leaned back in her chair, “To be fair, Gabe has been the worst liar since he could talk and Elnor…” She chuckled, “He’s working on it.” She offered the wine bottle to Seven. “Pel is pretty good though.” 

“Also your entire life has been about spotting lies from the most prolific liars in the galaxy.” Sdeven added before taking a sip of the wine. 

“Yeah that too,” Raffi relaxed a bit and kicked one of her feet up onto the frame of Seven’s chair, carefully not to touch her with her boot.

Seven noticed that Raffi hadn’t asked what all of this was for and knew she probably wouldn’t. Raffi was always very easy going when it came to dates and drinking wine in waiting room chairs in the restricted part of a building would do just fine for her.

It wasn’t really now or never, but it felt like it to Seven. She had intricately planned throwing this whole thing together so that they could have a discussion and as soon as there was a lull in the conversation, she finally spit it out, “I want to talk about getting married.”

And maybe for the second or third time in her life, Rafaela Musiker was speechless. 

Seven smiled. There it was. She had managed to surprise Raffi and it was a big one. “If you want to. You haven’t brought it up in a serious way for a while and I’m not even sure you want to again, but I want to talk about it.”

Raffi’s mouth started moving, but sounds didn’t start coming out immediately. Then intelligible sounds didn’t started coming out until a second later. “Uh, yeah okay. Yeah. Yes. Uh, that’s- that’s something to talk about it.”

Seven handed her back the wine and Raffi took it, but seemed to forget she had it and just rested the bottom of it on her leg. She finally managed to pull together words and asked, “What brought this on?”

Seven shrugged. “If things continue as planned, we’ll be together until we’re old or one of us mouths off to the wrong Nausicaan.” It was only partially a joke. Then Seven leaned forward and became serious, “I’d like to call you my wife until then.”

Tears spring to Raffi’s eyes. She nodded and sniffled. She saw Seven's smile that was equal parts adoring and nervous. “Okay.” She swallowed and smiled, “Let’s talk about it.”