#peacock!blanche

[kari-go]

She's coming for your wives AND husbands

[inaconstantstateofchange]

Inquiring minds want to see your take...8 INT Tav meets Haarlep in the Boudoir.

asjdaksjdasd oh my god okay, well obviously taking massive inspiration from your og: 8 INT Tav

this got... impossibly long. don't blame me, blame the two competing peacocks.

Raphael rematerializes within the familiar walls of his bedroom, still pinching the bridge of his nose. He normally prefers to arrive at the front hall, to allow his servants to see and feel his presence in their midst, but today… He’ll grant himself an allowance, just this once. A familiar rustle of wings unfurling has him spinning around, looking for the slightest opening to lash out and satisfy even some portion of his wounded pride. He is not kept waiting long. 

Haarlep’s mockingly dulcet voice lilts out of the shadows across the room, eyes alight with glee. “How was the visit with your dear paramour, Unseelie lord?” 

Raphael raises a clawed fist in their direction, discordant notes like distant screams gathering at the tips. Haarlep leans forward with anticipation, the byplay between them familiar if not yet entirely banal. Just before he releases it, tips them over the edge into simple violence that might ease but not soothe the indignity he has suffered today – and every day since meeting that impertinent, irritating girl – a thought strikes him. He grins, slow and toothy.

Haarlep is far too accomplished a fiend to do anything so obvious as blanch, but they do blink twice in rapid succession, a clear sign of their startlement from one who knows them as well as he. It is not often that he misses a step in their masquerade. 

Letting the accrued magic dissipate entirely, Raphael raises his hands to his mouth in an expression of carefree thought, a fine and cutting edge to it that he knows the other feels. 

“Why, how delightfully cordial of you to ask after her, Haarlep. In fact, she has been doing the same, nigh incessantly!” He watches the other’s face with barely-hidden glee, tracking every visible micro-expression. 

Another blink. Confusion. Haarlep doesn’t see the game yet. And, after all, how could they? That girl is absolutely incalculable. Raphael soothes his vexation with the thought that, at least this time, he can make someone else play the victim to her unique form of nescience. 

A brief mantling of the wings. They have determined their gambit then. With a sultry movement of their arm, Haarlep gestures to themself. “But of course! Who could possibly resist such a delicacy in truth? I am glad to hear the little darling has come to her senses and reconsidered.”

Raphael lets them preen, their eyes still watchful behind their long lashes, a moment longer, then claps his hands sharply. 

“That’s settled then. I’ll be just a moment, and then the two of you can get reacquainted.” He lets some portion of his own power rise around him for just a moment. No need to put too fine a point on it. “And, Haarlep? I do expect you to give a more proper welcome to guests of the House in future.”

Haarlep looks away for that moment, a pretense at nonchalance, but Raphael trusts his message has been received. He discorporates himself with a moment’s thought, feeling a malefic cheer rising as he considers the treat in store for him. 

Haarlep remains where they stand, loath to cede more ground and mistrustful of this turn of their little brat’s whims. They cast back to their first, brief meeting with the subject of his – unwitting and unwilling – current attentions, but nothing materializes that could explain the specific turn of his disposition. She had been too insipid to intrigue, yet somehow survived her visit unscathed where countless others had not. 

Their thoughts are suspended by the familiar metaphysical crackle that heralds the rematerialization of Raphael’s preferred method of conveyance. This time, he does not arrive alone. Held stiff and distrustful within the loose circle of his arms is… her. The moment she sets her eyes on Haarlep, they go limpid and soft.

Raphael speaks, face inscrutable but voice tremulous with his mirth, “See, dear one, I told you I’d had a… crisis of conscience. You’ve worn me down with your keen moral arguments, and I’m prepared to… see sense, and let you speak to Haarlep again.”

Haarlep blinks, genuinely caught off guard for one of the first times in recent memory. What… is going on. 

The girl steps forward, turning back to give Raphael a solemn, approving look, before approaching Haarlep tentatively. It is, however, not with the understandable caution they are accustomed to from mortals, but rather underpinned by something saccharine and soppy. Their well-honed survival instincts prick at them as she opens her mouth, warning them without even a bare moment to flee that whatever comes out of it will be harrowing indeed. 

“I know, Haarlep. I know what you are.” She reached out toward them with  supplicant hands. “You aren’t stuck here. You can be free.”

Haarlep blinks once, then again. “... What.”

She elaborates, but does not in any way elucidate. “I’ve seen this before, you know. It’s not hopeless. Whatever these fey have told you, your nature does not make you one of them. You belong on the Material Plane, with others like you.”

Behind her, Raphael’s face begins to crack into a grin worthy of a true fiend. Haarlep’s distrust is growing exponentially with each passing moment. They paste on a smile and lean forward, “Others… like me. And just what would those others be, little interloper?” 

“Oh, Haarlep…” To his stark disgust, a single tear drips from one eye. Gleeful micro-vibrations emanate from Raphael, propagating a shimmering haze around him. 

She continues on, after a brief pause in which she stares at him mournfully, “A changeling, of course. I’m so sorry you’ve fallen prey to their lies, that you had to find out this way.” 

She clenches her fist, a mawkish determination filling her entire body. “I’ll find a way to free you. I promise.”

[Haarlep.exe has stopped responding.] 

On the resounding heels of the vacuum left by her pronouncement, Raphael vibrates himself into the wall of the next room over. His cackling still reaches them unimpeded.

[ochrearia]

And What Can We Do?

RAAAAHH I said I was gonna finish this stupid one-shot even if it killed me. Ough man my stomach huts so bad but the grind never stops. OCHRE WRITING A PROMPT WHERE YS ISN'T ACTIVELY INVOLVED IN IT? CRAZY

BFs in this one-shot: cs!BF (Beefer, mine), wyd!BF (Beef, Karl's), sfa!BF (Peacock, Shed's), Candy!BF (Blue, Slushgut's)

“You know, don’t you?”

Honestly, the Dinaurian coming to him to ask such a random question was the last thing Beef was expecting. He hadn’t exactly talked much to Beefer either, only small passing conversations compared to the ones he’d had with YS, Biff, or Bee. Kind of weird to think about, talking to one version of himself more than another. Nothing about this was normal anyway.

“Know… what?” Beef asked back, genuinely confused.

Beef had been more than happy to keep to himself in what had essentially become a big brother waiting room. YS wasn’t home, but that hadn’t stopped any of them from camping out at his place waiting for him to come back. It certainly didn’t stop them now. Peacock, Blue, Beefer, and him. A whole handful of BFs he’d talked to the least, probably.

Beefer pulled a face, his red eyes flicking between Peacock and Blue carefully before deciding to continue. “You know about YS. I keep seeing you stare a little too long at his back when he’s around. The others not here, they wouldn’t think anything of it. But the rest of us know better.”

Beef blanched, looking between the three. Blue and Peacock were looking almost confused back at the Dinaurian. Slightly unnerved curiosity on how he knew what he did.

“Dinaurian instinct, guys.” Beefer sighed. “The species I am now. From my world they have gone generations now disguising themselves as humans when they aren’t. Using technology to fool the eyes. I guess something about that made it into my DNA, making it so I can tell between humans and fake humans. I know the only human in this room is Beef.”

Well, that sure was a revelation. Beef hadn’t known there was more really outside of Beefer and YS. It was literally impossible to miss with the Dinaurian, and finding out YS was an angel was sheer luck of time and place. Well, Biff had been there too, but it seemed like he was way better at hiding his knowledge.

“Could’ve given a warning before outing us like that man.” Peacock complained with a raised eyebrow.

“We’re all friends here, are we not?” Beefer replied with a shrug. “I need to keep tabs on who knows and who doesn’t. It matters to me that we avoid comments about his lost wings, even by accident.”

��Beef is the only human in this room?” Blue spoke up, confused. “Wait… hold on, ignoring that for a minute, lost wings? He had wings and now he doesn’t?”

“I didn’t know that.” Peacock frowned. “I could tell he was an angel, angels can sense other angels. I had no idea he was Fallen.”

Beefer dragged his hands along his face in exasperation. “Well fuck. Okay. Guess you know now. It was a talking point when I came to him having an episode of body dysphoria. I think that’s what it’s called anyway. Beef, you had to have known that though right? I didn’t just run my stupid mouth?”

“No, I knew. But I didn’t want to say anything, the way I found out wasn’t really good.” Beef confirmed with a grimace. That day had been so stressful, from one breakdown to the next. “I don’t know if I should say my thoughts though. I have a really bad theory.”

“Dude you can’t headcanon real people.”

“That’s- Why is that what you thought I was doing?” Beef huffed. “See you knew he lost his wings. You clearly don’t know the manner of how he lost them.”

“What, and you do?” Beefer countered.

“If he’s Fallen, then it’s a pretty simple conclusion.” Shrugged Peacock. “The wings rot away, harmlessly. Physically harmlessly anyway. The angel has to deal with the loss for the rest of their life. I just don’t understand what the big guy did to get there.”

“Well…” Beef hesitated. Was this his place to talk about? It was only a theory, he wasn’t even sure if he was right. But the way those bumps felt, those were scars of a way more violent injury than just ‘rotting’. “I don’t think his wings rotted. I don’t think he did anything to get there.”

“How could someone as kind as YS end up Falling?” Blue wondered aloud. “Beef is probably right, he didn’t do anything. Everyone keeps talking about the things he’s done to help. He introduced me to all you guys! I don’t think there’s even a little bit of evil in his body.”

“Then how did he lose his wings then?” Peacock challenged. “And how are you so sure he didn’t Fall?”

“You’ve all gotten at least one hug from YS by now right? Have any of you actually thought to put your hands on his upper back? Well, don’t, he hates that and that’s how I found out. But like, before this conversation did any of you do that?” Beef asked.

The three shook their heads, wondering where he was going with this.

“He has bumps on his back.” Beef continued. “Scars of where his wings used to be. His over shirt is loose and wouldn’t highlight them but I felt them. Even for a moment I could tell those weren’t gentle scars. I guess I don’t know what kind of calling card would be left over after an angel’s wings rot but those bumps are violent. That was a traumatic injury. Not something painless, by how he reacted when I asked. I think… I think something ripped his wings off.”

Silence swept the room.

“...No.” Peacock decided almost desperately. “No, no that can’t be right. Angel wings are too strong for just anything to rip them out. That’s something I was told in my own world. That should be a universal thing, very few things are powerful enough to even do that.��

“Well… that’s still a chance.” Beef mumbled.

“There’s always going to be a stronger thing out there even if you think you’re at the top of the food chain.” Beefer hissed sourly. “Humans in my world, thinking they were top shit because they found a way to revive dinosaurs and make them their friends. Then the Dinaurians showed up. And then the Dinaurians were revealed to be fleeing an even bigger threat, a whole planet eater. Turned out that planet eater could be, and was, killed by a human. There’s always something, a way to defeat the ‘invulnerable’.”

“Why would anyone want to do that to him though?” Bue seemed visibly upset by this revelation. “Didn’t he already go through enough? He still hasn’t told any of us how his version of GF died, I’m guessing? Wouldn’t that have been traumatic enough? Why would someone make it exponentially worse?”

“That’s what I want to know.” Beef growled, feeling his anger flare. YS would tell him it wasn’t worth it, but he wasn’t here, and he was going to feel angry. “You didn’t see it. How badly he reacted when I asked one question. I asked what happened to him and it was like the world was fucking ending.”

“Fuck, how much has he gone through?” A loaded question, but now even Peacock was getting a bit miffed. He didn’t care about a lot, but the things he did care about he was fierce to protect. “Losing his girlfriend, not having a Pico, and now this? It’s a miracle he’s even still alive.”

Yeah, yeah it sure is. Beef thought bitterly. Too much had been accidentally revealed in the aftermath of him prodding about YS’s wing scars. Him deliriously breaking down even further to the point he’d called Biff over as backup. They’d cheered him up the best they could, all things considered. And then when he’d calmed down enough, the pure exhaustion made him blurt things neither should have heard him say. Talking about how angels were always cold when Beef had asked why he liked being warm so much.

Talking about I wanted to join her when Biff asked the last time he’d properly slept. I had a plan. Connect all these mes and then I’d be… I can’t now.

Maybe that wasn’t his story to tell. Beef had seen how devastated Biff had gotten hearing about him having a plan, never in his life had he seen the smaller one get so crushed and upset. If that had been his reaction, and how these guys were already acting with these theories… yeah, he couldn’t tell them.

“So then now what?” Blue asked, snapping Beef out of his thoughts. “He never talked about any of this. I don’t think he’d be happy about any of us knowing, but I don’t want to just pretend I’m clueless. Isn’t there something we can do to show support?”

“It sounds like the only time he actually admitted to anything was with me.” Beefer recounted. “Though even then it was indirect. He only actually said he’d lost his wings after I said it first as a theory. And I could tell it made him uncomfortable. That’s why I think making sure attention to it is avoided is probably the best bet.”

“So we’re not gonna tell him we know more than he thinks?” Peacock asked. “That seems really dishonest. If we tell him we can offer support better.”

“He doesn’t want any of us knowing to begin with!” Beef argued. “Only reason any of us know is because apparently this room is full of non-humans and I just happened to open my big fat mouth!”

“I’m still confused about the room full of non-humans thing…” Blue sheepishly said.

“How are you-? You know what, nevermind, that’s not urgent.” Beefer sighed, tail lashing. “Please, by all means tell him you know, I’m sure the distress of that conversation will be worth it. ‘Hey, you’ve been nothing but kind and caring and you do your absolute best to never hurt us, let me just hurt you real quick by telling you I know what you are and let you sit with that discomfort’.”

“Cheap shot.” Peacock countered.

“The options are pain and pain. Just pick one.” Beef grumbled with folded arms. “Either we tell him and he gets upset with us, or we don’t tell him and let him continue to deal with it alone with no direct support network.”

“Well that’s not true.” Blue insisted. “It’s not true! He has a support network, it’s us. We’re still going to be his support network even if we don’t know everything about him. He doesn’t know everything about us and still does loads to help. We can do that too!”

Blue had a point. YS wasn’t all-knowing, he’d said that several times at this point. He knows as much as he can observe, and by how much they all decided to tell him. He’s just another one of them, nothing completely different and overly special and that was okay. YS still managed to be a pillar of comfort and safety for all of them in different ways, why did they think that they couldn’t do the same? He was always so closely guarded of his problems but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be there for him.

“...Okay.” Beefer breathed finally. “Can we all agree on that at least? Just be there for him if anything happens, but we agree not to mention what we know if it’s clear that saying something would make it worse?”

“Fine.” Peacock conceded. “I don’t like the idea of hurting him by accident but I know lying can also cause that. I guess it’s just a lose-lose situation.”

“He’s obviously not ready to talk about what happened to him. We can’t force that, but we can be there for him. If anything else happens…” Beef was trying. He was always so worked up over being soft or vulnerable but YS had been slowly helping him change that. Hell, he was completely open and willing to be those things if the tall one needed it and that had been proven behind closed doors. It was still nagging at the back of his head that he was being embarrassingly protective of him around the others.

“Glad we agree then. That’s what I was aiming for by bringing this up.” Beefer admitted. “Constantly worried about him to be honest. As if I needed more things to worry about considering what the hell’s going on with me, but it’s impossible not to care about the guy.”

At least they could all agree to that statement too. 

[d011zk1ll]

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SBG/school bus graveyard: tag(s) for all things sbg! Fic's, playlist, art, Brainrotting ideas

Miraculous ladybug

The ladyblog discord server: An Au where they have their powers still, but Adrienette are online friends! An on going, multi chaptered fic

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MLB twitter au!: This is basically me being silly! It is CYSAW but i thought it nice to give it it's own tag! :D 90% crack tho

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Mao and Scarabella meet their future counterparts (Complete, 5 pages, just sketched no colour)

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Two quarters and a heart down : A sbg, MLB crossover. Aiden has the black cat, and Ash the ladybug. Taylor has the fox, Ben has the turtle, Logan has the bee, tyler the peacock and maverick the butterfly :)

SBG X Epic the musical

SBG epic AU: A taylyn centred version of epic the musical, very SBG and Epic-ey. No spoilers yet (official account run by me and two others here)

[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 6, 8 février 1874, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Bréant-Castel, rue du 4 Septembre, 19. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque

Description de toilettes:

Robe de dessous en faye lilas, Jupon de mousseline blanche, garni par devant d'un volant plissé, puis disposé au-dessus du volant jusqu'à la taille en trois grands bouillonnés, séparés par une guirlande de feuilles de pommier. Manteau de cour, en même mousseline, garni d'une haute dentelle; au-dessus de celle-ci, un large ruban lilas, sur lequel sont jetées des touffes de feuilles de pommier. Corsage décolleté. En guise de basques, de grandes coques en ruban lilas, avec branches de fleurs de pommier. Mêmes fleurs sur les épaules.

Robe de satin vert paon. Jupon en tulle de même teinte, bouillonné en lignes diagonales. Tunique en même tulle noir; à droite, trois nœuds immenses, en satin et velours, avec boucle dorée au centre. Corsage décolleté avec berthe et basques à créneaux, bordés d'un câble d'or. Nœuds et boucles dorés sur chaque manche courte.

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Underdress in lilac faye, Petticoat in white muslin, trimmed in front with a pleated flounce, then arranged above the flounce up to the waist in three large swirls, separated by a garland of apple leaves. Court coat, in the same muslin, trimmed with high lace; above this, a wide lilac ribbon, over which are thrown tufts of apple leaves. Low-cut bodice. As basques, large shells in lilac ribbon, with branches of apple blossoms. Same flowers on the shoulders.

Peacock green satin dress. Tulle petticoat of the same shade, bubbled in diagonal lines. Tunic in the same black tulle; on the right, three huge knots, in satin and velvet, with a golden loop in the center. Low-cut bodice with berthe and crenellated basques, edged with a gold cable. Golden bows and buckles on each short sleeve.

[pfctipper]

1, 10, and 12 for the violence ask!!

ahh ty for asking!

1 the character everyone gets wrong

i am picky about characterisation and do often find myself being like 'he would not say that' (although that is often bc it's easy for dialogue to end up super anachronistic. people just talked differently in the 1940s) but generally i like seeing different interpretations!

however anytime people draw leckie and web parallels i'm a bit like. hmm

also i think nix can veer off really quickly into a bit of a caricature. i really like @lewis-winters' meta on his drinking. it's not remotely comparable to the military but i went to an insanely high-pressure uni that was 50% private school kids and being alcohol-dependent was just. Normal. it wasn't even interesting enough to be joked about (the other less fun option was to develop an eating disorder)

to me there's something significant in that we only really see him through dick's eyes - he didn't speak to ambrose and doesn't feature much in any of the other men's books, and in the show he almost never interacts with people independently of dick (except the scenes with the german widow) so we don't necessarily get much of a sense of how he behaved around others. so i'm not convinced i quite pinned him down in uprooted and i think the show probably got him a bit 'wrong' too

10 worst part of fanon

oh this one is hard! i don't think there's too much fanon floating around? unless you count stuff the show invented, like web/lieb haha

i have Thoughts on how stanhope nixon gets portrayed in fics (bc he's only in his forties during wwii and also the product of the same environment as nix) but even for me that is seriously niche. blanche and ann sometimes seem to get pigeonholed as the 'sassy female sidekick' too

12 the unpopular character that you actually like and why more people should like them

lt peacock! mostly bc i just feel awful for him. we all know what web thought of him but he was trying his best and the scene where all the men are saying goodbye to him and he thinks they're being sincere breaks my heart. tab described him as a 'sincere and by the book officer but not a soldier' and i think it's a really stark reminder that at any other time in history he would probably just have gone and practiced law and not had to try to be a soldier

also the actor that played him has a great jawline

[mouser26]

Miss Peach Clue on Stage 2024

So for my birthday this year my mom has agreed to go see Clue on stage with me.

But being the kind of people we are we can't just go see Clue we had to dress the parts.

Now for Christmas I got this lovely peach dress second hand from a friend, it was her mom's from back in the seventies and I was given full permission carte blanche to do with it what I wished as long as I shared pictures of the results.

And I originally joked that I would have to create a Miss Peach character.

But then it was pointed out that Miss peacock in the movie has a more champagne/peachy dress I could probably emulate with the right accessories so that was the route we were going to go.

Except in the last 2 weeks I have learned Miss Peach is actually a clue character.

She originally appeared in the VCR Clue mystery game from 1985 which my family owned.

She made her board game debut in Clue Master Detective the 1988 edition (a significant year to me)

And also appeared in the Clue FX game in 2003

Where she was a detective and her game piece look like this.

So game on guys this was officially a Miss. Peach project now

First things first I had to switch out the zipper back from this dress because while it did fit. It FIT. No mercy

So out went the zipper in went the corset

This comes complete with teeny tiny hand stitching because I was not willing to pull out a sewing machine while I was staying at someone else's house.

Also grateful I did not look up the value of this dress prior to doing this replacement it's not overly expensive but it was north of $100

in the end I did have to get replacement lacing because the one that came with the original replacement kit was far too thick and made it impossible to self lace.

Shout out to mysticcityorsets.com for having a wonderfully diverse selection of corset lacing colors at affordable prices and very fast shipping.

So that was the dress done and I had to move on to the purse which I will have to do in a secondary post because I have maxed out the pictures here.

[celestiall0tus]

Do you have a list of hero names you use for your aus? I sometimes get them confused with each other...

Well, now we do. Let's go through the lists. The structure of these are as follows: Miraculous - Holder - Superhero Name

Miraculous AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Ladybug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Bee - Chloe - Queen Bee

Spider - Zoe - Widow

Mouse - Juleka - Souris Blanche

Pig - Amelie - Nacre

Fox - Lila - Volpina

Lynx - Marc _ Sleuthlynx

Dog - Sabrina - Cheri

Rooster - Felix - Ripper

Bat - Mylene - Dread Queen

Tiger - Kim - King Tiger

Goat - Ondine - Faun

Monkey - Bridgette - Harlequin

Raven - Nathaniel - Achlys

Wolf - Alya - Louve Grise

Owl - Max - Noctua

Ox - Ivan - Iron Bull

Horse - Alix - Liberte

Rabbit - Rose - Lapine

Peacock - Nathalie - Mayura

Butterfly - Gabriel - Papillon

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Dragon - Kagami - Ryuko

Turtle - Nino - Carapace

Salvation AU:

Ladybug - Luka - Metal Bug

Black Cat - Kagami - Kuro Neko

Bee - Marinette - Bumblebee

Spider - Nathalie - Black Widow

Mouse - Alya - Muridae

Fox - Marc - Fantastic Fox

Lynx - Lila - Lincina

Dog - Nathaniel - Familiaris 

Rooster - Audrey - Eris

Bat - Felix - Hades

Tiger - Alix - Tigrix

Ant - Tomoe - Ari

Goat - Nino - Sanguine

Monkey - Kim - King Monkey

Raven - Anarka - Sorrowful

Deer - Sabrina - Fawn

Owl - Zoe - Owlet

Ox - Chloe - Crimson

Koala - Sabine - Mama Bear

White Cat - Adrien - Chat Blanc

Rabbit - Rose - Bunella

Peacock - Gabriel - Paon

Butterfly - Colt - Emperor

Snake - Juleka - Vipress

Dragon - Mylene - Draconne

Turtle - Bridgette - Aegis

Absolution AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Ladybug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Bee - Chloe - Queen Bee

Mouse - Juleka - Whisper

Fox - Lila - Volpina

Rooster - Nathaniel- Scorned

Raven - Marc - Mourn

Deer - Alya- Fawn

Wolf - Alix- Fera

Ox - Ondine - Ira

Rabbit - Rose - Bunelle

Butterfly - Nathalie - Papillon

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Turtle - Nino - Carapace

Paradise AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Hope

Black Cat - Felix - Cat Noir

Spider - Felix - Araneae

Bee - Chloe - Ambrosia

Spider - Zoe - Widow

Black Cat - Zoe - Sith

Mouse - Nathalie - Dragnet

Fox - Bridgette - Void

Dog - Sabrina - Agape

Rooster - Juleka - Wrath

Pig - Alix - Circe

Bat - Rose - Dread

Tiger - Nino - Aurora

Goat - Luka - Sin

Wolf - Alya - Huntress

Rabbit - Mylene - Luna

Peacock - Amelie - Erinona

Butterfly - Emilie - Echidna

Snake - Adrien - Aspik

Dragon - Kagami - Delphyne

Turtle - Gabriel - Alexiares

Cow - Kim - Siegfried

Swan - Ondine - Odette

Separate Worlds AU:

Ladybug - Marinette - Lady Beetle

Mouse - Alya - Gold Mouse (Biker) Cream (Reporter)

Fox - Nathalie - Vixen

Dog - Felix - Flairmidable

Raven - Luka - Nevermore

Owl - Alix - Snow Owl

Goat - Nino - The GOAT

Peacock - Juleka - Ghoul

Butterfly - Adrien - Iris

Snake - TBA

Dragon - Rose - Cinder

Turtle - Mylene - Chelone

All That Remained AU:

Ladybug - Marc - Scarlet Lord

Black Cat - Felix - Cath Palug

Bee - Sabrina - Aviator

Mouse - Juleka - White Mouse

Fox - Lila - Volpina

Dog - Chloe - Lady

Rooster - Ivan - Talon

Bat - Tomoe - Koumori

Tiger - Adrien - Tigre Rose

Goat - Nino - Ibex

Monkey - Kim - King Monkey

Wolf - Alya - Louve Grise

Owl - Max - Glauca

Ox - Kagami - Senketsu

Horse - Alix - Chevalier

Rabbit - Rose - Bunella

Peacock - Emilie - Hera

Butterfly - Nathalie - Faerie

Snake - Luka - Viperion

Dragon - Mylene - Drakon

Turtle - Socequline - Warden

Cicada - Marinette - Cicada

Chameleon - Nathaniel - Changeling

Swan - Zoe - Valkyrie

Cow - Ondine - Scarlet Cow

Dolphin - Amelie - Amphitrite

Amaranthine AU:

Ladybug - Chloe - Carmine

Owl - Chloe - Minerva

Black Cat - Zoe - Midnight

Dove - Zoe - Atropos

Butterfly - Adrien - Adonis

Snake - Luka - Atropa/ Juleka - Belladona

Mouse - Luka - Atropa

Dragon - Marinette (Nimue) Longg (Guenevere) Marinette and Longg (Mordred)

Fox - Alya - Rena

Siren's Song AU:

Ladybug - Kagami - Lady Beetle

Black Cat - Ivan - Razor

Peacock - Ondine - Siren

Bee - Mylene - Honey Bee

Fox - Luka - Maestro

Butterfly - Marinette - Iridescent

Raven - Adrien - Scourge

Dragon - Zoe - Wyvern

Bat - Juleka - Banshee

Swan - Rose - Venus

Turtle - Chloe - Mariana

Pig - Felix - Aetolian

Mouse - Nino - Director

Owl - Sabrina - Seeker

Robin - Lila - Pettirosso

Shark - Alix - Megalodon

Seal - Alya - Oblivion

Dog - Marc - Eros

Dolphin - Aurore - Sea Breeze

Koala - Nathaniel - Belphegor

Lynx - Colt - Lyncus

Rabbit - Amelie - Artemis

Horse - Emilie - Eleutheria

Ant - Max - Formica

Chameleon - Tomoe - Grandeur

Cow - Gabriel - Hou Yi

Spider - Nathalie - Neith

Dove - Sabine - Chang'e

Tiger - Socqueline - Tiger Lily

Bear - Kim - Otso

Bloody Bug Au:

Ladybug - Alix - Bloody Bug

Black Cat - Adrien - Chat Noir

Ox - Adrien - Tarueau

Bee - Alya - Bomb Bee

Pig - Sabrina - Porcelet

Dog - Rose - Pom Pom

Rooster - Chloe - Gallic Chick

Tiger - Marinette - Lady Tigress

Goat - Marinette - Faun

Black Cat - Juleka - Death Noire

Horse - Felix - Llameri

Rabbit - Luka - Harlequin

Peacock - Nathalie - Mayura

Butterfly - Gabriel - Hawkmoth

Dragon - Mylene - Hydra

Turtle - Nino - Carpace

Snake - Marc - Ouroboros

Mouse - Max - Apollo

Ox - Kim - Minotaur

Monkey - Juleka - Badb

Fox - Nathaniel - Fennec

Tiger - Ivan - Crimson Tiger

Court of Miracles AU

Ladybug - Marinette

Black Cat - Felix

Bee - Chloe

Spider - Manon

Mouse - Jessica

Pig - Chris

Fox - Lila

Lynx - Nora

Dog - Sabrina

Rooster - Aurore

Bat - Nino

Tiger - Fei Wu

Ant - Penny

Goat - Jagged Stone and Luka

Monkey - Bridgette

Raven - Delmar

Wolf - Alya

Owl - Max

Ox - Ivan

Koala - Kagami

Horse - Ali

Rabbit - Rose

Peacock - Adrien

Butterfly - Zoe

Snake - Juleka

Dragon - Mylene

Turtle - Socqueline

Chameleon - Nathaniel

Cicada - Marc

Swan - Ondine

Cow - Kim

Robin - Aeon

Dove - Mireille

Dolphin - Nathalie

Seal - Veronique

Shark - Jalil

Bear - Alix

Baku - Wayhem

Wendigo -

Pixie -

[rankingthehousewives]

Eight years later, or, "I'm not getting older; I'm just getting bolder."

Hi divas,

It's been the better part of a decade since I first posted this list, and a lot has changed: for me, for Bravo, and not least for the various superestrellas herein. I'm forced to fess up to some clunker opinions (Stacey Forsey is not a better Housewife than Vicki Gunvalson; Teresa Giudice is [heartbreakingly, devastatingly] not actually in love with her brother), and a few overall sea changes in the way I conceptualize the show and Bravo in general.

First of all, I underestimated the delight of the Housewives blog/news cycle, which has only refined as an apparatus since the posting of this list. A key component in being a Bravolebrity is one's ability to titillate with delightfully brain-bending headlines (Teresa Giudice 'can’t relate' to Jen Shah’s prison sentencing: 'I would never do something like that.') and to shock and delight with one's antics, public snipes, absurd feuds, and assorted felonies. When I first compiled this list, it was after my first watch of each of series, and I didn't understand that a good chunk of the captivating material occurs offscreen, as a thrilling little adrenaline hit during an otherwise mundane day. If I had to make a list like this again, I'd take that into much more rigorous account.

But I wouldn't make a list like this again, because fundamentally... I really like all of these women now, at least as highly edited TV characters! Shock twist: they're all now tied in my heart! I see them all as rich and necessary players in the show's milieu, and I honestly think that my individual moral judgments of them are totally irrelevant—and, in fact, I think the show works best approached as non-judgmentally as possible. I respect that each viewer will have their own individual lines in the sand as to what is and isn't Too Far, informed by their own personalities and experiences, and I can't ask for carte blanche approval of these problematic women and their problematic ways. But for me, I have genuinely come to appreciate Kyle Richards and Jeana Keough and THE Mary Schmidt Amons, and of course I still love Phaedra and Tamra and Sheree and all of the other beautiful Botoxed gladiators who have taken to the Coliseum (and The Traitors season two) for our collective entertainment.

I think part of what's brought me to this conclusion is that in the current era of BravoCon and celebrity superfans and Peacock exclusives, the social media discourse has gotten increasingly tense, heated, and even abusive—between fans and other fans, certainly, but also between fans and the talent. People frequently direct really cruel messages to the Housewives and other Bravolebrities without thinking of the impacts of those sorts of messages, individually and en masse. I think a ranked list like this one, with its favourites at the tops and least favourites at the bottom, isn't a great format for communicating the nuance of these programs at their best, and for expressing my appreciation for these many strong, interesting, entertaining women who love vaginal rejuvenation and axe-throwing. Basically, I think we're too quick to judge, and I think I judged too quickly.

I still get really sweet messages from readers about this list (please forgive me if I haven't answered yours!), so I won't strip it from the web, even though I disown a lot of the opinions underpinning it. If you're reading this in 2024, or later, just know that I almost universally wish I were kinder and more thoughtful in my appraisals. And, hey, thanks again for reading.

If you're interested in keeping up with me eight years later, I write, produce, and host a podcast with my friend, Josie, called Bittersweet Infamy. We cover infamous non-fiction stories, including an excruciatingly in-depth dive into the Salahis' white house crash with lots of bizarre celebrity cameos, from Shaq to Sugar Kiper to Bai Ling. Three and a half years in, we're revving up for our 100th episode, so we'd love the well wishes.

If that's not your vibe, then please continue to enjoy the weird and wonderful worlds of Bravo—and please, by all means, make it nice.

xoxo

t.

P.S. RHOSLC kicks ass.

P.P.S. Luann is still my favourite.

[badger-bah]

Into The Spiderverse Green Lynx OCtive Pack

KEEP IN MIND HEADMATES MAY NOT FORM EXACTLY AS DETAILED IN THE HEADMATE PACKS, AND THAT IS OKAY!

Name: Ace, Kiwi, Moss, Blanche, Bailey, Octave, Juno

Age: 19-24

Birthday: September 2nd

Pronouns: he/him, they/them, it/its, cry/cryp, ze/zir, zap/zap, spike/spikes

Gender: transmasc, invisiboy, genderqueer, gnc, neurogender, xenogender, malewifething, spiderderic, candyspideric, gothiclolitagender, frigispinnic, friguboyfleck, nivacío, alpinegender, hypneiravereus

Orientation: lesboy, lesbian, queerplatonic, demiromantic, mirratract

Other Labels: apricot, alderfangtula, teladen, peacock

Species: human, spiderperson

Roles: absorber, frostling

Front Triggers: cold weather, caramel food, spiders, source/sourcemates, extreme emotion (pos or neg)

Source (if applicable): Into The Spiderverse (oc)

Personality: relaxed, compassionate, emotional, stubborn

Style: gothic lolita, dark coquette, grunge, cutecore

Likes: sylvanian families, bittersweet flavors, fruit, alternative fashion, spiders, mushrooms, spiked accessories, being comfortable, medical dramas, going to the park

Favorites: dulce de leche (food), green and yellow (color), stars (shape), boba milk tea (drink), winter (season), chinchilla (animal)

Dislikes: pressure, sweating, PDA, masking, wool clothing, blood-sucking bugs

Typing Quirk: uses italics, replaces w with two v's, doubles any use of s

Other Info/Quirks: based on the green lynx spider! zap is the spiderperson of Chile. they're generally neutral on the whole superhero thing, though sometimes they feel inadequate about it.

Faceclaim: img 1, img 2, img 3

[kari-go]

Oh they look so much better

[thevampiricnihal]

I am surprised that Isabella’s racist assertion that Heathcliff looks like the local fortune-teller’s son

(“The cowardly children crept nearer also, Isabella lisping “Frightful thing! Put him in the cellar, papa. He’s exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant. Isn’t he, Edgar?”)

is taken here as a hint that Heathcliff really is the local fortune-teller’s son.

You would think that this is not Wuthering Heights but Kate Chopin’s “Desiree’s Baby”.

I find this to be an interesting reading and would be open to a fanfic with this premise, but I think the line’s intention is more “garden-variety racism” than “secret parentage conspiracy”.

There really are readings as varied as there are readers, especially with this book.

Edit:

In “Desiree’s Baby” too:

“The baby, half naked, lay asleep upon her own great mahogany bed, that was like a sumptuous throne, with its satin-lined half-canopy. One of La Blanche’s little quadroon boys—half naked too— stood fanning the child slowly with a fan of peacock feathers. Désirée’s eyes had been fixed absently and sadly upon the baby, while she was striving to penetrate the threatening mist that she felt closing about her. She looked from her child to the boy who stood beside him, and back again; over and over. “Ah!” It was a cry that she could not help; which she was not conscious of having uttered.” (italics mine)

We first think that this line is about Desiree’s baby being a quarter Black like “La Blanche’s little quadroon boy”, and indeed that’s the case. But I think if we closely read the short story we can also theorize that Desiree’s baby and La Blanche’s son are siblings, I think it is implied that Desiree’s husband is sleeping with his slave La Blanche:

“And the way he cries,” went on Désirée, “is deafening. Armand heard him the other day as far away as La Blanche’s cabin.” (italics mine)

Why is Desiree’s husband at La Blanche’s cabin? I think he is the father of her child.

This theory that Heathcliff looks like “the fortune-teller’s son” because they are siblings and not just because they are of the same ethnicity reminded me of this line and this implication in this short story.

I wrote my undergraduate thesis about “Desiree’s Baby” and I think the fans of discussing Heathcliff and the “Heathcliff Earnshaw” theory should read more American fiction on race. They play with these ideas even more than Wuthering Heights.

[the-cult-of-russo]

Such a Softer Sin (Part 24)

Pairing: Billy Russo x Reader

Warnings: I’m not specifically tagging this one, if you’ve seen the show, nothing will shock you. Smut will happen eventually so minors DNI, thanks.

A/N: I can’t believe there’s only four chapters left lmao Thank you to everyone still reading this story, I love you all!

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You felt that excited that you thought you might start bouncing off the walls as you strode through the medical facility. Baby Orion was finally big and healthy enough to come home and you couldn't wait. As you walked into the room he’d been staying in, you saw him finally out of his incubator and in his mothers arms. Leanna gave you a bright smile when you walked in and you beamed at her.

“Do you want to hold him?” she asked as she looked at you and you blanched.

“Oh… oh, no. I don't want to drop him or something,” you muttered with a shake of your head and she burst out laughing at you.

“You won’t drop him. Besides, you need to get your practice in,” she smirked at you and you snorted bashfully, regretting telling her that you’d decided you wanted to try for a baby with Billy. She walked over to you, Orion in her arms, and she held him out to you. You tried to mimic your arms how she had as she placed him in your arms, adjusting them a little as she murmured for you to make sure you supported his head. All you could do was stare down at him, eyes wide as you marveled at him. You’d never held a baby in your life and his sweet little eyes blinked up at you as his feet kicked around. He was so small but he filled you with such joy that you felt you might burst. You briefly thought of Kos and how he’d have loved to have held the pack's first pup, how much it had meant to him. You pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came, trying to focus on the little boy in your arms. After holding him for a while, you handed him back, still worried you’d wind up dropping him on his head. After Leanna got everything ready, you walked back to the pack house with her where everybody was waiting. Damon had stayed back at the pack house to make sure everything was ready for the baby, frantic as he’d been running around to make sure he hadn’t forgotten something. It felt like an ambush as you walked in, everyone rushing over, cooing over the baby and gushing at how handsome he was. His dad was the first to hold him, tearful as he held him tight. You moved to sit on the sofa, a wide smile on your face as you watched how happy your old pack was, welcoming the baby, all taking turns in holding him before he was placed back into his mother’s arms. 

The door opened and you looked over, surprised to see Billy and Frank walk in.

“We’ve come to see the newest member of the pack,” Billy grinned as Frank made a beeline for Leanna and the baby.

“Can I hold him?” Frank asked with a smile and Leanna looked shocked but nodded eagerly. She handed him to Frank who held him like a pro and it suddenly hit you, remembering that he once had kids. You wondered if he wanted more kids, if it would be possible with Karen or not. 

“Look at him, you did a good job, mom,” he smirked over at Leanna who flushed furiously. He walked over to Billy then who had been hovering, handing the baby to him. It struck you the ease that Billy held the baby, no hesitation like you had as he smiled down at the little boy in his arms. Leanna looked tearful at the sight of the King holding her baby.

“You’re gonna grow up to be big and strong, just like your daddy, huh?" Billy beamed down at him and Damon stood up taller at the complement, looking like a proud peacock and you snorted softly. You were in awe of Billy, watching him with the baby and how soft he could be sometimes. 

“Quit hoggin’ the baby, Bill,” Frank grinned playfully and Billy looked startled for a moment before he gave Leanna a sheepish grin and handed him back. 

“Thank you, Your Majesty, for meeting with us,” she murmured.

“Don’t need to thank me, you’re family,” he smiled warmly and her answering smile was blinding. You gave Leanna a quick hug before leaving with Billy and Frank, Frank saying he was going off to find Karen and leaving you alone with Billy. 

“You were pretty cute with the baby,” you remarked wryly and Billy snorted bashfully, lowering his head. 

“Shut up,” he huffed and you grinned in amusement. It only made you want a baby with him even more seeing him with Orion. You knew he’d be an amazing father, so much love to give a child he wanted so desperately and you hated the worry you held that you might not be able to give that to him. 

Later that day, you found yourself sitting in the waiting room of the medical facility. You were told you wouldn't have to wait long, perks of being the Queen and all, but you were nervous as you sat there. You’d outright lied to Billy, telling him you were going back to spend more time with Orion and you didn't like it. You’d just felt anxious to tell him, already feeling guilty about everything and you didn't want to bother him. You were told you could be seen and you walked to the room they showed you, surprised to see Curtis in there waiting for you.

“Your Majesty, what can I do for you?” he asked playfully and you blinked dumbly at him. You didn't really expect Curtis to be the one to see you and it was a little awkward given his friendship with Billy. While he was Gamma in the pack, he also had medical knowledge from his time working his way up the ranks in the Royal pack. He’d been a field medic for the warriors. You shifted on your feet, the urge to flee the room overwhelming and he looked at you patiently. 

“Whatever you say will stay between us. Patient doctor confidentiality,” he smiled warmly, sensing your nerves. 

“I uh… I’ve never had a heat before and I’m a little worried about it and how it might affect me long term,” you admitted awkwardly and he nodded, looking thoughtful. 

“Have you spoken to Billy about this?” he asked you and you nodded.

“I have but he doesn't know I’m here right now. I didn’t want to worry him,” you replied and he nodded again. 

“I’m not sure if it was to do with the lack of connection with my wolf or not,” you shrugged.

“It could be, it seems plausible. You lost your connection with your wolf when you were a child so it would explain why you never had one,” he mused.

“I know I could wait to see if it happens now I’m connected again, but honestly, I’m just getting really anxious about it all and I know it’s just gonna eat at me. Is there anything you could do?” you asked him warily.

“There's a medication we could try that can induce heat. With you never having a heat before, there's a chance it might not work. It could take a few doses for it to really kick in so I’ll give you one pill today and you can come back tomorrow,” he said as he went over to a cabinet and started rifling around you. It felt some relief at least for being able to try something but you didn't have much hope after he told you it might not work. He came back and handed you a pill and you held it tightly. 

“The pill might make you a little tired so just take it easy. Come by tomorrow so I can check you over and we can give you another one. We’ll keep going until it works but after a week, if you’ve still not been in heat, then we’ll reassess and look at our options,” he smiled kindly and you nodded.

“Thank you,” you murmured.

“It’s what I’m here for,” he smiled ruefully and you smiled at him before you left. 

When you got back to the bedroom, Billy wasn’t there. You walked into the bathroom, glaring at the pill in your hand. You wondered if you should just wait but you didn't want to wait. You didn't know how long you’d be waiting for and if your body was broken then you’d be waiting for nothing. At least this way it would get the ball rolling and if it never worked then you could look at what else you could do instead of wasting time. You popped the pill in your mouth, leaning over to the faucet as you drank some of the water to wash it down. You walked back into the bedroom and sat on the bed, hoping you’d feel it start to work and you were disappointed after half an hour when you felt no different. You weren't sure why you’d gotten your hopes up when Curtis had told you it most likely wouldn't work this time anyway. You just hoped one of the doses would. You heaved a sigh, getting ready for bed before you sat under the covers, leaning against the headboard. It wasn't too long after when Billy walked in and he gave you a smile. 

“I missed you,” he murmured as he undressed and you smiled at him.

“I missed you too,” you replied. He got in bed, sitting next to you as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

“How was Orion?” he asked softly and you felt the guilt hit you full force. He moved his arm from you, moving to look at you with narrowed eyes, clearly picking up the guilt from you. You raked your teeth over your lower lip, giving him a sheepish look.

“I uh… I didn’t go to see Orion,” you admitted, shame lacing your tone. His eyes stayed narrowed, looking at you warily.

“Where did you go?” he asked carefully and you looked away. 

“I went to see Curtis… and he gave me a pill for the heat and I have to go back tomorrow,” you explained. Billy was quiet and when you looked at him, he was frowning at you.

“Why didn't you just tell me?” he asked, sounding a little hurt and it smacked you in the face.

“I didn't want to bother you and I already feel bad about all of this. I know how much you want a baby and the idea that I can’t give you that…” you trailed off with a deep frown and Billy gripped your jaw, turning you to face him. 

“I told you that you don’t need to feel bad about that,” he muttered sadly. 

“I know but I can’t help it,” you admitted. He sighed, leaning over and kissing your forehead sweetly before moving to look you in the eyes. 

“I’ll go with you tomorrow. And you’ll need to be comfortable in your heat so you need to take it easy while you're on the medication,” he murmured and you nodded at him, relieved he wasn't too mad that you’d lied to him. You didn't like it one bit and you were glad you told him now. He shifted to lay down, opening his arms for you and you moved to snuggle into him, head lay on his chest. His hand came to your hair, stroking it soothingly and you hoped at some point this week the medication would kick in. You were a little nervous about the heat if you were honest. It looked like hell, but you had Billy and you knew it was a lot easier to go through with your mate to help you through it. 

When you woke up the next morning, your entire body felt heavy and you groaned, rolling over to find the bed empty. You knew Billy was no doubt busy. You felt a little clammy and hot and you pressed your hand to your face, feeling your skin hot to touch. You sighed with a frown as your entire body started to ache fiercely and then you cried out when it felt like someone lit you on fire. It suddenly hit you then, you were in heat. The urge to mate smacked into you full force and you whined, wolf growling restlessly in your mind. It was clawing at you, making you feel more desperate than you’d ever felt in your life. You felt the tug to Billy like a magnet, needing your mate and you felt like you might die if you didn't have him. You tried to get up but you were in too much pain, feeling far too hot and uncomfortable. You tried to send him a mindlink, unsure if it even worked or was coherent with the way your mind felt fuzzy. You squirmed on the bed, half in pain and half in need as you frowned. It barely took a minute before the door burst open and Billy rushed inside. The door slammed shut and you blinked lazily at him, brow glistening as you whined pathetically. His eyes were dark and you saw his nostrils flare as he caught your scent, a growl rumbling in his throat. You remembered how his scent had affected you during his rut and you could only imagine yours was doing the same to him right now. 

“Billy,” his name tumbled off your lips in a mix of a whine and a moan and he started tearing at his clothes like they’d offended him, frantic and wanting with the scent of your heat surrounding him. He climbed onto the bed, dark eyes wild and desperate but he stilled his hasty motions when he looked down at you frowning and whimpering a little. He blinked rapidly, as if to try and clear the haze taking over his brain. 

“Are you in pain?” he asked, concern lacing his tone even though it was rough and low.

“Yes… please, I need you,” you cried and he watched you with a worried frown before he started to carefully remove your sleep tunic. He pressed his weight against you and it was soothing, bringing you comfort like he was soothing the burning everywhere his smooth skin touched yours.

“Please, Billy. Make it stop, please, I need you,” you whined pitifully and he shushed you softly.

“I’ll take care of you, don’t worry,” he murmured, looking into your eyes for a moment before he pushed into you. You let out a moan of relief, clinging to his shoulders. He was being too slow, too gentle and you arched back at him, trying to get him to speed up in your desperation. 

“Y/N… Sweetheart, slow down, it's okay,” he tried to soothe, gripping your jaw and making your hazy eyes look at him. You frowned deeply, shaking your head with a frustrated whine.

“I don't want slow, I need it harder… faster,” you begged and it was like something snapped in him, like he gave into the carnal urges that were gripping him tightly surrounded by your scent. He started going at you desperately and you moaned loudly, the heat clawing at your skin starting to lessen as your body got what it needed. You were soaked and he was gliding in and out of you easily, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room with both of your moans. Your fingernails bit into the skin of his back, arching up at him at a frenzied pace as you needed more from him.

“Harder,” you pleaded, making him groan as he obliged and the headboard started smacking into the wall. You felt like you were descending into insanity, so desperate to get your release, to get his release inside of you. His lips crashed to yours and the kiss was all tongues and teeth, needy and sloppy as he rut into you like an animal. His hands were all over you, putting out the fire wherever he touched and you relished in it with high pitched moans. They got higher, louder and more frequent as you felt it rushing over you and you cried out, shattering around him as your body trembled under his. He moaned desperately, fucking into you hard and fast for a moment longer before he gasped, mouth hung open as he filled you up with his release and made your wolf purr. You were both breathless and he kept his body pressed against yours as you came down from your high. You started to feel a little calmer, like the frenzied haze started to lift but you knew it was far from over. You might never have been in heat yourself but you’d seen others go through it and you knew it could last a few days. He peppered your skin with kisses and you closed your eyes, soaking in the affection. 

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, moving to look at you with nothing but concern shining behind his eyes. You nodded, unable to speak right now and he looked at you for a moment longer before he placed a chaste kiss to your lips and pulled out of you. You whined at the loss instantly.

“I just need to go and cancel everythin’ I’ve got scheduled for the next few days, alright? I’ll get some food brought up for us too. I’ll be quick,” he murmured. You nodded again and he gave you another sweet kiss before he got off the bed, quickly dressing himself.

“Stay in the room, I won’t be long,” he warned and he got yet another nod in reply. You knew why he didn't want you to leave and you weren't stupid. It wasn't a great idea for any wolf in heat to just wander around and affect others with their scent. He slipped out of the room and you lay there, trying to clutch onto the calm you felt while it lasted and waited for him to come back.

You ended up falling asleep and you were unsure how much time had passed when you woke up feeling on fire again. You could hear Billy moving around in the bathroom and you managed to stand on shaky legs, wandering to the bathroom and opening the door. Billy looked like he’d just had a shower, a towel around his waist as he turned quickly. You saw how your scent affected him, how his eyes almost rolled to the back of his head, how his cock sprang to attention at a moment's notice. He stared at you, eyes dark and so full of need it made you ache. You took a few steps back and he followed obediently like he was enchanted by you. When you got back to the bedroom, you turned, walking over to the bed before you crawled onto it, getting on all fours and lowering your top half, presenting yourself to him. He let out a long drawn out groan and you felt the bed dip behind you, sighing in relief as you felt his hands smooth up your thighs before they palmed your ass cheeks. One of his hands drifted between your legs where you knew you were soaked for him and his fingers started to tease your clit, making you moan as you pressed your head into the bed. You rubbed yourself against his fingers, needy and wanton and he moaned, moving his fingers from you and making you whine. Your disappointment was short lived when he was pushing inside of you and you both moaned. He grabbed your hips, going at you so hard that the bed was jostling and you gasped, pushing back at him. One of his hands slowly trailed up your back, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake and as he reached your hair, he took a handful of it, pulling you up by it and you let out a needy whine. Your back was now pressed to his front, the angle making you take him in deeper and you felt blissful, your head lolling about and leaning against his. The hand in your hair went to your throat, wrapping around it as the other hand started rubbing your clit, playing you like a fiddle as you writhed and moaned. 

“You like that, sweetheart?” he purred in your ear as he fucked up into you.

“Yes,” you moaned, rolling your hips against him and effectively rubbing yourself on his hand at the same time. The pleasure you felt quelled the raging inferno you felt inside of you and you couldn't get enough of it. 

“My sweet girl,” he moaned and you mewled, lost to the pleasure he was giving you.

“You feel so good wrapped around me like this. All wet and warm, just for me,” he growled and your mouth fell open in a silent moan, his dirty words wrapping around you like silk. 

“All for you, only you,” you uttered deliriously and he moaned, the hand on your throat tightening a little and he rut up into you faster, making you bounce on his cock. 

“You want me to fill you up, sweetheart? Want all my cum?” he asked roughly and you barely noticed you were chanting his name like a fervent prayer as you nodded eagerly. A keening moan left your lips as your climax washed over you, your body shaking in his hold as he growled, easing you through it and chasing his own. He let out a guttural moan as he filled you up with his release, thrusting into you lazily a few more times before he stilled and your body was lax against his. He was panting in your ear, his hands on you the only thing keeping you up. He carefully pulled out of you, easing you to lay down and you felt exhausted. He lay down with you, pulling the covers over you both before he scooped you into his arms, holding you close. You wrapped yourself around him like a snake, desperate for skin to skin contact as you pressed your face into his chest. 

“I love you,” he murmured softly, his hand in your hair. 

“I love you too,” you mumbled into his chest, tiredly as you clutched hold of him. You didn't want him to let you go, wanted to be as close as possible to him. You really hoped the heat would end soon, it was torture and you didn't think you’d cope having to endure this for days on end. While the pleasure wasn’t a bad thing, the burning and aching made you feel weak and you didn't like how out of control you felt to your body's whims. 

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Reverse Bang 2023 Masterpost (part 1)

Death by a Thousand Cuts

After Nathalie’s health began to deteriorate due to the use of the miraculous. She found herself stuck in another dimension…

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The King's Guard

The Kingdom of Lapia is strong and unshakable, just like its monarch. But under the surface, King Gabriel is consumed with grief. He masks it well, but this cold demeanor distances him from his son, leaving it Captain Nathalie’s job to bring them back together. Having known the king since childhood, this should’ve been an easy task for the captain of the royal guard. But will the growing threat of the Akumas -a magic-wielding group they’d both cut ties with- make it impossible? Or could this be what reunites the royal family, and, perhaps, reveal buried feelings? Though surely in this society, a knight could never love her king.

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Of Crisp Days and Crispier Cakes

Gabriel wants to not be sick. Adrien wants to make a cake. Nathalie wants a chill birthday. Maybe they can help each other. Maybe it’ll be a disaster.

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Painful Circumstances

As Nathalie’s illness caused by the broken peacock miraculous becomes worse, Gabriel realizes the lengths he is willing to go to for her and just how much she means to him. “It all began with a cough. It was barely a tickle at the back of her throat, one that could go mostly ignored as Nathalie went about her daily life. She didn’t think too much about it at first, believing that in a few days, it would pass. However, when it didn’t and instead only got worse, she still tried to ignore it. She had been doing so well lately, only having the occasional coughing fit. She was even able to walk about the Agreste manor with relative ease, although the robotic back and leg support Gabriel gave her definitely helped with that. But as the days turned into weeks, Nathalie couldn’t ignore the cough any longer. It was persistent, wracking her body with each hacking spasm. She tried to hide it from those around her, not wanting to worry Gabriel or Adrien, but eventually, it became too much for even her to bear.”

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La Nuit Blanche Sur Paris

During the White Night in Paris, the city is filled with art and the Agreste family will take the opportunity to analyze the past year and plan for the future. Together.

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The Ice Queen and the Tailor

When a simple tailor loses his beloved fiancée in an unnatural frost, only the mysterious Ice Queen can help resurrect her. But the cost to the tailor-and the Ice Queen-may be far higher than either of them realize.

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Mayura Blanc

Nathalie decides to have a discussion with Gabriel about his actions as Shadow Moth, leading to a series of events that cascade into a new villain, one more powerful than any other: Mayura Blanc. Hawk Moth and Chat Noir are sent by Bunnix into a world that has been ravaged by a destruction that neither of them understand, but slowly start to comprehend as they travel the wasteland.

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The Monster Inside Us

What if Gabriel’s cataclysmed arm reawakened broken magic inside Nathalie from her time with the peacock miraculous? Now they’re both running on stolen time as their curses feed off each other. With the damage spreading through Gabriel’s body and Nathalie’s transformation into a Mayura-like creature, will they find a way to save each another?

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A Wavering Conviction

As Gabriel gets closer to accomplishing his goal of bringing Emilie back to life, he begins to have second thoughts. Being Monarch is no longer as appealing to Gabriel as it once was, no matter how much power he has. Instead of denying these feelings, Gabriel instead wants to face them. With the help of Nathalie and the pig miraculous, Gabriel goes on a mission to uncover his true feelings and the reason behind them.

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On Ice

Gabriel wants to go ice skating for the first time after his wife’s death. but he doesn’t want to go alone, so he comes up with an impractical yet effective solution and needs Nathalie’s help.

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As We Fall

A crazed supervillain running around Paris? It’s the new general experience. But dreaming of falling to her death, and with her boss of all people? That’s a little further from normal than Nathalie likes.

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After Irritation Do Us Start

It was the most difficult decision of his life, but Gabriel did it. He let go of Hawk Moth. He moved on from Emilie. Now, all he wants is to enjoy life with his son and new wife. Unfortunately, a certain nephew of his seems to be determined to unearth what Gabriel needs to remain buried.

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three minutes till dawn

Outside, the evening sky glowed with the yellow light of the full moon, spilling over a canvas of black. The light illuminated the room through the skylight above the goddess’ head. It looked as if it were a spotlight made just for her. Or: Devotion was the only thing Gabriel had. Until it wasn’t.

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The Time Between Us

Nathalie Sancoeur never thought she would find two magical jewels while exploring an abandoned Tibetan temple with her boss, Gabriel Agreste, now imagine her surprise when she also got to see fragments of her future and the people in it. Will she want to change what she saw or will she accept her miraculously tragic fate?

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Something Borrowed, Something Blue

Nathalie doesn’t understand how it’s come to this. Technically she knows the entire sequence of events; how she’d been stuck as Mayura and then caught by the heroes. It’s just the part in which she’d ended up marrying Gabriel Agreste still makes no sense.

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Osiris Was Heralded by the Stars (You Were Raised by Them)

Nathalie Sancoeur— a long suffering artefact hunter turned talent agent— has always taken her career very seriously. Gabriel Agreste, on the other hand (a has-been singer with an odd penchant for fashion), relies almost entirely on the drive of other people to begin aspiring for greatness— leaving his few genuine prospects out to dry. This, surprisingly, is a very good combination. (In an emergency, at least— it’s not like she had any other choice.)

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A Melancholic Masquerade

Stuck at one of the parties of Paris’ most exclusive club as Gabriel’s…something Nathalie Sancouer is doing her best to get through the night despite the people, the gossip, and worst of all her own feelings.

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Is She The Reason?

The wealthy and popular Gabriel Agreste is struggling with his project for the upcoming art competition at his university. He knows the perfect person to help him, Nathalie Sancoeur, an artist whose work he admires. Gabriel wants her assistance, but there’s an issue; Nathalie can’t stand him.

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Tell us about a WIP of your choice, then!! 😁

Nice, carte blanche! ;)

I'll go for The Subjects of Songs. It's inspired by one of the prompts for lotrweek (although I doubt it will be done in time) and features the lords of Gondor before the siege of Minas Tirith discussing their impressions of how the battle will go and whether they think they will survive. I really enjoyed coming up with personalities for the lords and dynamics between them so even if I don't post it, it's lots of fun to work on. I actually found it rather freeing working with name-only characters since I'm not constantly worrying about keeping them in character and it was interesting packing in some dramatic irony given that The Return of the King tells us which of them do die in the battle.

“Thin-skinned as a frog,” Duinhir scoffed. Hirluin’s head snapped about, his hair fanning out in a dazzling display that was not at all dissimilar to a strutting peacock. “I beg your pardon, Lord Duinhir.” “You heard me the first time,” growled Duinhir. “This is war, not the parade ground. They don’t give out brightly coloured prizes for showing up and looking pretty.” “That’s all very well for you to say,” Hirluin snapped, eyes bright. “They were certainly cheering your name very loudly! Duinhir and his five hundred archers! Oh, they were very pleased to see you!” “I and my men have been fighting for Gondor all our lives, prettyboy! They deserve every cheer they got, and more!” Duinhir had not risen yet, but Dervorin noticed how his grip had increased on the table, ready to launch himself to his full height and full volume. “Oh, how you have suffered!” Hirluin exclaimed. “Hiding away in your mountain stronghold, sending out your men to shoot down the enemy from afar! The bow is a very apt weapon for the men of Morthond, so far removed from true combat that they must reach to draw forth blood!”

WIP game

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La Mode illustrée, no. 51, 17 décembre 1882, Paris. Toilettes de Mme Delaunay, rue Godot de Mauroy, 49. Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Description de toilettes (Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney):

Robe de soirée. Jupe en satin bleu paon uni, disposée en plis perpendiculaires devant, en pouf derrière. Tunique en gaze de soie même or, garnie de dentelles de Valenciennes. Corsage décolleté en satin bleu paon, broché à grandes fleurs nuance or, orné devant de nœuds de ces deux couleurs. Le corsage est fait à pointe devant, à pans derrière. Sous la pointe se trouve une large dentelle de Valenciennes un peu froncée. Autour de l'encolure se trouve une même dentelle coquillée, mélangée de roses thé. Bouquet de mêmes roses suspendu à droite sous la pointe du corsage.

Evening dress. Plain peacock blue satin skirt, arranged in perpendicular pleats in front, pouf behind. Tunic in gold silk gauze, trimmed with Valenciennes lace. Low-cut bodice in peacock blue satin, brocaded with large gold-tone flowers, adorned in front with bows in these two colors. The bodice is pointed in front, with sides behind. Under the tip is a wide, slightly gathered Valenciennes lace. Around the neckline is the same shell lace, mixed with tea roses. Bouquet of the same roses hanging on the right under the point of the bodice.

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Toilette de dîner. Robe en satin uni bleu ciel, coupée de plis perpendiculaires faits en satin noisette nuancé. Tunique en satin bleu ciel uni, garnie de dentelle blanche. Corsage décolleté, à basques plissées, fait en satin bleu et noisette, broché à grands bouquets de boutons de roses. L'encolure de ce corsage est garnie d'une ruche de dentelle et d'une fraise Médicis en dentelle. Manches s'arrêtant au-dessus du coudé. Nœud de ruban bleu sur l'épaule.

Dinner ensemble. Plain sky blue satin dress, cut with perpendicular pleats made of shaded hazelnut satin. Plain sky blue satin tunic, trimmed with white lace. Low-cut bodice, with pleated basques, made of blue and hazelnut satin, brocaded with large bouquets of rosebuds. The neckline of this bodice is trimmed with a lace ruffle and a lace Medici ruff. Sleeves stopping above the elbow. Blue ribbon bow on the shoulder.