#pippa my beloved

[balletfilmss]

i am positive that the first time pip wore her “talk nerdy to me” shirt after they started dating, ravi confidently leaned against a doorframe & said “hey. the mitochondria’s the powerhouse of the cell.”

[talknerdytome18]

This blog loves Pippa Fitz-Amobi and Ravi Singh!

Literally obsessed with them ❤️

[annie-isnt-0k]

pipravi my beloved...

“He smiled, put his hands on the back of her neck, fingers in her hair, and leaned in to press his forehead against hers. He’d told her before that he did it to take away half her sadness, half her headache, half her nerves before her Columbia interview. Because half less of a bad thing meant there was room for half good.”

- Holly Jackson, A Good Girl's Guide to Murder

[thekiltongrammarwriter]

so I just finished good as dead…and saw your Pippa posts…my question is…dark pip…any thoughts on her?

Well I don’t have any dark Pip thoughts at the moment I can give you a sneak peek of my upcoming (almost completed) Pippa fic at a calamity with a wasted adoring reader and a slighty frazzled Connor. I know a lot of my anons have been asking about her 🤣

You crash into me Hard and Soft (sneak peek)

Pip could feel the way her nails burned uncomfortably under the surface from the way her nails dug into the wood. Her fingers clenched hard enough she thought her knuckles would lose circulation altogether. Her jaw was tense, blue grey eyes zeroed in on you as you spoke with Connor from across the dance floor. The flashing lights of the calamity party making pip's eyes itch.

Pippa's distain for calamity parties had been apparent, even years before the Andie Bell case you knew you'd never see Pippa Fitz Amobi grace the halls of the random pupil's house. Which was why now as you peered across the dance floor to where your girlfriend sat you couldn't help but think it such an odd welcoming sight and apparently Connor thought it too.

You had gone to get some drinks with Connor, you had to practically command pip to sit down, even through her pleading eyes, even through her instructions on how to check for certain hidden items in your drinks. Connor had been the first to grab pip by the hands, his calming soft eyes sending waves of peace through Pip. She was often anxious these days, always on alert. Her nervous system jumping at even the most mundane things. Car alarms, ball point pens and rubbish bins clacking.

Pip had been your personal body guard the minute you had gotten out of the Car accompanied by Cara and Connor, your eyes wide upon seeing your girlfriend at the entrance of Edmund Pain's house “figured if my girlfriend was going into the lions den I might as well accompany you. You know, personal body guard and all” Pippa had joked, but you could see from her wild slightly glazed eyes that she hadn't been sleeping. You had considered calling it an early night and taking your girlfriend's hand and walking back to yours. Considered a nice warm shower, Pippa holding you close under the warming sheen of the shower, the cool heat flowing over both of you. A nice calm night in. You had been about too when Cara had taken your hand and dragged you inside, pip close at your heels.

"It seems you have a shadow" Connor had commented, handing you your drink, eyes peering at the girl who sat across from you. Eyes like a hawk, jaw clenched. You felt a smile fill your lips, the alcohol already filling your tongue, leaving the slightly bubbly feeling and burn on the tip of your lips. You were not going to lie, your girlfriend looked hot. With her blue eyes that were on yours, even far enough from the room. Studying you, eying your surroundings like the good dedicated girlfriend she was. You had half a mind to race over and drag her to the nearest bathroom. A flush rose across your cheeks as you imagined pulling a confused Pip into the wasted most likely minging bathroom. Could imagine pushing her against the door and kissing down her neck, feel her pulse point behind her skin. Could imagine her heavy breathing, hands woven through your curls, pulling just enough to make you whimper against her skin.

"Hey y/n you alright? You look a proper mess! Sure you don't want to switch to water now? I know Pip won't want you too wasted" Connor's voice brought you out of your lust filled brain. Your eyes turned to him, Connor and his now bleary face. You were concious enough to know when to stop, and you knew after a full cup you would surly get a headache. You could just imagine Pip giving you her I told you so' signature face. It was enough for your lips to move up. Pip always gave you the best hangover cuddles. Would pull you to her chest and cuddle you till you were fast asleep.

Your movements were sluggish as you tried to speak, and it was only then that your fingers slipped from the brim of the cup and went smashing over into Connor's jumper. You gasped, holding a hand to your mouth and apologizing, moving to wipe the remains from the poor boys shirt. Your movements sluggish but your voice strong.

Connor only held up his hands, calm as always. "It's alright y/n!" He Comforted. But maybe it was because of your drunk state that made him laugh, you were cute when you were wasted. Like a little bunny almost, innocent and shy. He could see just why Pip was so protective over you, because in a way he was too. You had been a great source of comfort to him during Jamie's case. Had stood by his side, "a great big pillar of strength" Connor had quoted on the podcast, you had blushed and buried your cheeks into pip's neck as she held you. Connor had chuckled at the sight. The same Pip that had told him off multiple times for speaking or simply breathing during audio interviews had been laying loosely on the chair, mic in hand but you draped over her lap, fingers playing with her pendant necklace as you had recorded an episode. It was almost uncanny. Connor would tease you relentlessly about it. So it was safe to say Connor and you were as thick as thief's.

Connor moved to grab your sluggish hands, his fingers calmly wrapped around your wrist, his hands moving to catch your tumbling legs. His arms wrapped around you protectively, " think you've had quite enough for today why don't we go grab a nice cup of water?" Connor spoke, his voice nervous.

Your head was spinning. And not in the pleasant way.Your limbs were tired, your throat dry and you could feel the alcohol pushing in your veins. You felt sick. Thought you were going to be sick all over the floor. It was an embarrassing thought and you cursed yourself for not taking the nice day in cuddled with your girlfriend. Instead you had been selfish, dragging her out to some godforsaken party that she wasn't the faintest bit interested in. But Pip had showed up, even with all her emotional baggage of why she disliked calamity parties. She still had showed up. For you. Chilvary at its finest.

If your knees weren't weak already you were sure they would be now.

"Connor I need to find pip" you spoke, body still dizzy and lightheaded. Connor understood your words, slurry but cognitive. His arms were a thankful blessing as he held your already dead weight. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system but you spoke, making Connor freeze. *Have I ever told you how strong you are Con? I bet you could lift me up and throw me over your bed couldn't you?" You giggled, your hazy mind picturing Connor throw you. It was actually quite funny as Connor use to be a bag of bones. Cara would tease him endlessly in primary school for his weak girl arms.

But Connor had frozen, in fear because somehow during your little adventure your girlfriend had managed to go unnoticed and had snuck up behind you two. Connor would feel her disapproving stare right behind him. Imaginary daggers being thrown at his head like a target he imagined. It was obvious she had heard what you said. Because her back had straightened. Her jaw clenched, her normally anxious eyes had become wide and Connor couldn't lie utterly terrifying. Pip had become slighty terrifying after her brush with the cases and Let's be honest at her brush with death.

Connor gulped, turning to find Pippa eying him with analyzing eyes, almost as if she was trying to find something. Anything.

"Thanks for helping my girlfriend Connor" she spoke, a saccharine smile etched onto her lips. But the smile was to fake to be real, to empty. And maybe the forceful way she had spit out girlfriend had been telling enough that she had heard. Also the emphasis on My before girlfriend. Almost like she was staking her claim while also trying to remember that Connor was her dear friend and who she loved with all her heart it wasn’t easy quieting the jealousy that swelled in her chest.

At her voice you immensely caught your girlfriend's eye, too drunk to notice the way her eyes were downcast, hurt by the comment you had made. But it was quickly mended by the sly smile that filled your features as you caught her eyes. "Hi" you spoke, cheeks a mess. Pippa couldn't help but chuckle, finding you too cute. Hell you were adorable.

"Isn't my girlfriend the most hottest girl ever?" You spoke, "| like how she’s so sweet before she fu- " Connor cupped his hands over your mouth, ears red, face red, "alright I think you can take your girlfriend home now Pip" he chided practically throwing you to to your girlfriends arms.

Pippa, with her cheeks red from the comment though somewhat prideful as she pulled you into her body, arms wrapping protectively around you. Your smile wide as pip brushed her nose against yours.

"Your wasted" Pip assessed, lips close enough for you to chase, close enough for you to taste. Your eyes were dark as they eyed Pip's dark blues. You loved moments like these. Small moments were all you could focus on was Pippa. You were drunk at a Calamity party with neon lights and music so loud it bursted your eardrum yet all you could hear, see was your Pippa. And her soft fingers which now were feeling more comfortable than Connor's. You felt warm, at home within her arms. Secure.

"I just need some water." You spoke, hiccuping.

Pippa's eyes were soft as the pad of her fingers came up to caress your cheek, sending goosebumps through you. Her eyes so caring and soft. "Let's get you home love" she cooed. Connor had thankfully volunteered to find some water. Pip had sat you down next to her, arms woven through yours but in your drunk haze state you had simply climbed on top of her and dug your nose into her neck, needing that sweet relief only pip brought.

"Your a cuddly one today love" Pippa spoke, practically glowing as you sat on her lap, eyes ablaze with a playful glint. You giggled, moving to hesitantly brush your nose against pip's feeling the cool cold contact meet your skin. Pippa's eyes fluttered as she leaned forward, her lips meeting yours in a soft single peck. But you weren't in the mood for that, so you snaked your hand to cup the back of her neck, playing with some baby hairs and pulled her lips back to you.

The rush of energy that flowed through you as you kissed pip was never dull, it was overpowering and seemed to pull you deeper down into the depths of its soul. Pippa was cautious even as you began taking control of the kiss, it was all you to be certain. Pip kissed back, she was doing that right. But there was no fire in her kisses, you could tell she was busy looking around, assessing the strangers around them to truly lose herself in you. You pulled away, eying pip's red lips which looked chapped in the neon light of the room.

You whined, your fingers clinging to Pippa's red jumper, toying with the metal clasps. Pippa noticed your less than cheery attitude, how your lips were turned ownward like a toddler who didn't get its promised toy after a shop to the market. It was cute, you were rather like a child when you were a drunk. Reverting back to your three year old self. Which was why pip had seemed to grow a rapid respect for your mother.

What's with that face now love? Your lips are far to pretty to be in a scowl" Pip spoke, fingers cupping your jaw softly. You leaned into the touch, your weight shifting as you leaned closer, pulling yourself up into pip's lap " need kisses" you uttered. "Kisses?

I gave you plenty just now? Why don't you drink some water and we can talk about kisses when we get home and your not giving anyone a free show?" Pippa spoke, laying a gentle kiss on your forehead. “Where is Connor with that water?" Pip muttered, craning her head round to look.

•End of sneak peek•

[belannaswlonkderfulworm]

was writing a bomb-ass scene of my latest fic and it was going super well until i realised i forgot a whole-ass admiral.

[achromatophoric]

At some anonymous meeting in Connecticut.

Girl 1: So why’re you here?

Girl 2: My girlfriend insisted I attend at least once. Yourself?

Girl 1: My mom.

Girl 2: Ah. Mothers.

Girl 1: *smirks* So who was yours?

Girl 2: Mine?

Girl 1: Yeah, the other reason for being here. Your dude.

Girl 2: *sighs* Ah. Right.

Girl 2: Tall. White. Traditionally handsome with a mop of tousled hair. Like a tall glass of bland water in plaid. Regretfully generic.

Girl 1: Seriously? Ugh. Same here. Like, to a T.

The two share a moment of amicable silence.

Girl 1: So uh… a girlfriend, huh?

Girl 2: Quite. She is everything I never wanted.

Girl 1: Cool cool cool. Maybe I oughta—

Newcomer: Hey Wednesday, ya ready to go?

Wednesday: Of course, mi corazón. *stands* It was acceptable speaking with you…

Girl 1: Astrid. Astrid Deetz.

Wednesday: *nods* Deetz. This is my beloved, Enid.

Enid: Howdy!

Astrid: Nice to meet you. Have a good day, I guess?

Wednesday: And a terrible day to you.

Astrid watches the pair leave as a mix of curiosity and longing crosses her face.

Astrid: *murmurs* Girls, huh? I wonder— FUCK!

Hot coffee soaks across Astrid’s sweater. She jumps to her feet as a British-accented voice pipes up.

New girl: Oh shit! I’m SO sorry! I didn’t mean to coffeelize you like that.

Astrid: Did you just say coffeeli— *looks up*

Astrid: 😳

New girl: Yeah, uh —*nervous giggle*— gosh, please let me make this up to you? It’ll only take a few jiffies. My name’s Pippa. Exchange student. *holds out hand*

Astrid: Astrid. It’s nice to meet you, Pippa. *takes hand*

Pippa: That’s such a cool name! Nordic for “divine beauty,” yeah? I think it suits you!

Astrid: *smiles* Um. Thanks.

Both girls stand there, briefly at a loss for words. They notice neither how their hands are still clasped, nor the mischievous werewolf who is peeking from around a corner.

Wednesday: Are you quite done reveling in your success? We’ve a flight to Los Angeles to catch.

Enid: Yup! Mission accomplished. Let’s go!

Wednesday: Finally. Now then, about this Phoebe and Cecilia—

Enid: CC.

Wednesday: Fine. So about Phoebe and CC…

[beccadabeef]

The ferocious Pippa L'Vinn has Axa in a horrible hold that the blonde cannot stand! She submits as Lisa King (my beloved) waits on the sidelines to see what else Pippa has in store for her opponent.

[welldonekhushi]

Facts about Anastasia

Website used to create Anastasia's picture!

Anastasia Graham is my VAMPYR OC and I'm interested to share with you a few facts about her to understand her character more!

Anastasia's Theme:

Anastasia has been known to be an important presence for Pembroke Hospital, not because of her skills and management to have things sorted within no time, but acts as a "support" for the patients as her kindness and compassion for the sick and weary gives them a ray of hope, even in the most hopeless and darkest times of the era: The Spanish Flu Epidemic.

On the other hand, Anna too was suffering from exhaustion and feelings of overwhelm because she was witnessing the filling of patients along with seeing them die in front of her eyes. She broke down a couple of times in silence, or in private because she couldn't show her condition to her mentor, Dorothy Crane in the fear of getting scolded again.

Being a nurse, she's also the assistant for Jonathan Reid, a famous surgeon and physician who recently joined the Pembroke after "The Great War", brought in by Dr. Edgar Swansea as she guides the man throughout the premises and leads him to his new office. Surprisingly enough, Anastasia has heard about the doctor before, and always praised him for his commendable work and service for the army.

Anastasia also specializes in treatments for fatigue, pain, and similar ailments, often crafting her own medicines in a private room within the hospital. This personal workspace allows her to prepare remedies tailored to the specific needs of her patients.

The knife in her hand, as seen in the picture, was a gift from her father, a former Guard of Priwen hunter. Its silver-coated blade is a potent weapon against vampires, exploiting one of their greatest weaknesses. Anastasia always keeps this knife close at hand, ready to defend herself if she senses any danger.

Pippa Hawkins is a distant relative of Anastasia’s family, connected as a cousin. Despite the familial distance, Anastasia and Pippa share a close bond, more like sisters than cousins.

In Anastasia's story, she forms a deep bond with Dr. Jonathan Reid. Initially, they work side by side as colleagues, but before long, a profound connection grows between them. Jonathan, however, hides his true nature from her, fearing that she would end their relationship if she discovered what he truly is. Yet, despite this inner struggle, he would do anything to protect his beloved Anastasia—no matter the cost.

Here's a little art I've done on the two! Hope you like it! <3

[persephoneprice]

hi lils (trying that out as a nickname bc u said u liked it!!)

re: this post and ur reblog, i would love to hear ur thoughts on what persephone would be like mentoring mags if u have any !!!

tysm <3

ahhhhh bel!!!!! <3 how kind of you to ask!!

it’s something that randomly came into my head this morning and i haven’t been able to stop thinking about it!

in this idea, all of the same mentors are assigned the same district/gender so festus would be mentoring mags- but now you’ve got me thinking of a whole new scenario!

all of the mentors are assigned the same district but the opposite gender of who they were assigned before.

this, of course, is all the more devastating if we go with the headcanon that mags is mizzen’s sister- so that’s the one i’m going to go off of!

i have a headcanon that mizzen gave pippa a little seashell he had in his pocket as a gift. of course, she keeps that and it’s very sentimental to her.

she brings it as an offering for mags because she knows exactly who she is. not only from the name, but because mizzen had talked about her.

she’s extremely nervous meeting mags because how on earth would mags ever trust her with her life when persephone failed mizzen so badly?

persephone thinks of every possible way to approach this meeting and decides to go with being open and honest. so during their first meeting, pippa introduces herself and lays out everything that happens with mizzen.

mags’s feelings are all over the place. grief over her beloved brother, anger at his death, suspicion that persephone isn’t trustworthy, empathy at persephone’s pain…she doesn’t know which one to focus on.

persephone comes back the next day and the day after that. always with food and always being kind towards mags and her district partner.

she’s able to convince mags to do the interview. mags is older and she understands how important it may be to her survival.

over the course of several days, mags and persephone are able to create a bond. over mizzen. over wanting mags to survive.

persephone is a mess the night before the games. all she can think about is how she failed mizzen and how she’s about to fail him all over again but letting mags die too.

[felixravinstills]

i’m late but i’m still going to send this

🔥 persephone price

ask game

hmmm, what even is an unpopular pippa opinion that I have?

Okay, Lily, here it is. My unpopular opinion is that Persephone Price is as much a non-character as Felix Ravinstill. What do we know about Pippa? She's nice, pretty, and a cannibal. What does that really tell us? Next to nothing.

Theoretically speaking, we don't know if she likes Festus back, we don't know how sympathetic/empathetic she was with Mizzen, and we don't know if she knows about the cannibalism.

I do think that landing on "yes" to liking Festus, being empathetic to Mizzen, and knowing about the cannibalism is the most interesting answers and the most probable ones (which isn't controversial).

But I do think there's something to be explored with landing on "no."

Anyway, don't kill me for comparing Pippa to my beloved Felix (but we are the Persephone blog and the Felix blog so how could I resist?)! Honestly, I think that's the true sin here, but it is fun of us to have picked two mentors and just breathe so much life into them!

[sparklygraves]

I wish Hobie & Welty were my sweet fun antiquarian gay uncles & I could hide away in their shop & crash in the extra room sometimes & listen to Pippa play music & in the evening we’d have warm cozy dinners & Welty would tell us stories about his clients & Hobie would gaze at him with fond wonder & Theo & his boyfriend Boris would barrel in late but so happy & full of ridiculous funny excuses that none of us mind & then we’re all watching a movie & I feel so honored that Popchyk is sitting in my lap & Boris is pouting that his beloved fluffball loves me more than him & Theo rolls his eyes & me & Pippa laugh & Welty is asleep on Hobie’s shoulder & Hobie is shaking his head & smiling at the cozy chaos of us all ❤️

[heathtrash]

When you're working on TWW fanfic, how do you get like new inspiration or even just the motivation to keep going?

(p.s. thank you for keeping the fandom alive!!)

inspiration/ideas are something i almost never have a problem with. i come up with new scenarios for these gays almost constantly and it's everything in me to not just constantly begin new wips and crossovers and aus that have never been explored! and there's so much media to draw from with tww with all eight books, the shows, the movie, the spinoffs - idk but even like vanilla 2017 or 1998 stuff is always giving me life, maybe because i'm an insatiable multishipper with no chill and an adoration of rarepairs.

i also make sure i "read around" tww. i watch things or listen to audiobooks with a related genre or vibe, especially if i'm exploring au or want to go for a specific tone. keeping your brain active and making connections like this helps so much with inspiration and plot. it's like going on a silly little mental health walk, but instead of nature or whatever, you're opening your brain up to new possibilities. even something completely unrelated can spark something! it makes the worlds you write feel a bit richer as you're writing them.

motivation is something different, because i struggle with a lot of self-confidence in my own writing (lol, cptsd. i'm in therapy). comments on my works do really help with that. but these days people seem to feel weird about leaving comments on works that aren't like a week old??? bruh people still talk about books that are decades or centuries old. and we have some lovely people still in the fandom who are willing to read some of my work, and that is amazing to me!!

but of course, there are fics i've started that i am not sure will ever see the light of day because i feel like they're not good enough, or works that i've put up that very few people were interested in (rip to pippa university years my beloved. never escaped single digits on the kudos for 10k of fic). those embarrassments and failures hold me back so much because they confirm my own negative thoughts about my writing and make me not want to put my energy into this. i have a full plan of chapter 13 of a clock with no hands, but i keep giving myself imposter syndrome over my ability to write it well enough. idk. rationally, i know that the types of story i write are sometimes not what people want to read. i think it's important to talk about (please i am NOT fishing) because i'm sure there are many people who feel the same way. some people even look up to me as a writer?? but i cannot emphasise enough that it's a miracle that anything goes online with my mental health being how it is.

anyway, enough about me! mostly i try to think primarily of the fandom and what's best for us right now. that's why i'm running the drabble exchange, which i think will be a really fun way to get little sparks of inspiration going for everyone, as well as hopefully providing a chance for new writers to dip their toe into whatever ship they like! please sign up to join in - this is the last weekend before i close sign-ups!

i'm certainly not solely responsible for keeping the fandom alive though!!! there are some incredible artists who are doing a much better job of that than me with the recent influx of art - as well as all those who are writing new fics that are providing after the slump we had with the conclusion of the 2017 series. it was really hard to recover the fandom after s3, and i know i've had a small part to play in that with the twitter group chat evolving into reviving the discord. but i couldn't have done any of that if no one else was around to join in!

(also side note - general invitation extended to anyone who wants to join the discord!)

[thepaladinstrait]

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[carewyncromwell]

"...Nautica Voyage?"

"Yeah."

"Makes sense..."

"Why, because it's cheap?"

"No, because it's long-lasting and you've been traveling. And I'm sorry, but why do you hate me so much again, exactly? Even when I'm trying to give you a compliment, you immediately assume I mean you ill for some reason."

"Brazil Olympics. Ring a bell?"

"Yes, I remember the Brazil Olympics."

"Yeah, well, do you remember staring at my sister and me without a word just because I offered you a simple handshake and then turning to your equerry and asking him if he could 'get rid of me?' Because I sure do. As well as the condescending look on your face that made it completely clear where you saw Pip and me on the social totem pole..."

"I...didn't realize you heard that."

"Yeah, well, I did. But you know what, I'm glad I did -- at least it made it clear that you're just like all the other political hacks Pip and I have been paraded in front of, ever since my old man got into office. Two-faced and insincere -- self-absorbed and superficial. Acting all smiley and such in front of the cameras just to puff yourself up and look important, rather than actually doing any real good for people, especially not people who really need help. That's why I even went to that stupid wedding of your father's in the first place, so that I could meet with your Prime Minister about the research I did toward a new green energy deal. Trust me -- if it weren't for me not wanting to sabotage that deal or ruin my Pippa's chance to make a real difference in the world, once she's graduated and can chase a position on the Supreme Court, I wouldn't be wasting two seconds with you."

"...Duly noted."

"Hn."

"...Um...look...I know this is late, but...I'm sorry. For being a prick to you. ...I know it's no excuse, but I was kind of a prick to everyone back then."

"And you're not now?"

"I'm not trying to be! You're just so...infuriating, sometimes!"

"Well, sorry for not just marching lockstep like one of your little Beefeaters in front of your palace."

"The Beefeaters guard the Tower of London, not my palace, you are thinking of the Queen's Guard -- "

"Oh really? Thank you for the correction -- I'll find that infinitely more interesting when I'm actually able to visit the Tower of London without worrying about either you or the press -- "

"Will you stop biting my head off!?"

"Pfft."

"Ugh -- anyway...as I was saying before you derailed my apology...back then, I...it was right after my mother died, and...well, the palace thought it was a brilliant idea to parade me around, for all sorts of press events. Even when my father was already making arrangements for the current Duchess of Edinburgh to take my mother's place. Perhaps even because of it. Grandfather wanted our family to look perfect from the outside, even with all the 'changes.' And as England's beloved deceased princess's only son...I made for a good 'representative' for the family. If I looked well-adjusted and coiffed and respectable, I reflected well on everyone else. Including my father."

"...The King really made you go out and schmooze like that right after your mom died?"

"Less than three months."

"Oh. ...Now I feel like I need to apologize."

"You don't have to."

"I want to. ...I'm sorry, for...not being sensitive to your situation. I know I'm not exactly good at that sort of thing -- my Pippa, Carewyn, she's much better at understanding people. ...In fact, she...even said that I probably projected some stuff onto you back then, without meaning to. Like, that you probably weren't looking down on Pip and me specifically so much as just not wanting to be around anyone at all..."

"Your sister is right about that. I mean, about me looking down on you: I wasn't. I just had never seen anyone ballsy enough to come to a formal event in a tee before, even if it was under a suit jacket."

"It was for the Olympic games! Pip had really wanted one as a souvenir, but our old man didn't think it was 'proper attire' for a First Daughter to wear -- so I bought it for her and wore it myself. Plus Mum thought it might show the Brazilians how excited I was to be there."

"Were you?"

"Of course! Brazil was gorgeous! I mean, sure, I didn't get to see as much as I wanted, with the Secret Service breathing down my neck, but the people, the music, the food, the culture -- just...everything -- it was amazing."

"...Hm. Yes, it is."

[marvol0]

OUTSIDER (7) || Rabastan Lestrange WTM

Series Synopsis: When the truth comes out about the future inside the walls of Hogwarts, on the first night back in 1977, what will happen for those involved with the chaos that ensued?

Secrets outed, Lies revealed and true intentions determined.

Pairing: Rabastan Lestrange x Fem!Regulus Black

Notes: Short chapter :)

Everybody had once again settled down in their seats, Regulus was back between her boyfriend and son, her best friends sat at her feet. Some people had brought snacks and drinks back to where they were sitting to enjoy while watching the movies.

The screen once again filled the hall with light.

6th January 1980.

A group of three men were shown, black eyebags beneath their eye sockets. The men were older versions of Rabastan, Evan and Barty, they were stood, heads bowed slightly, at the back of a group of people.

The same people from when Regulus was given her mission.

Regulus burrowed into her boyfriends side, hands carding through the hair of the two boys sat at her feet.

"We have been betrayed by one closest to us." The voice of the Dark Lord Voldemort started, he somehow looked even less human than one week before. The skin on his face hugged his cheek bones, lips now flushed with a periwinkle tone, eyes a grotesque red colour that reflected the blood he had spilled.

"Regulus Black not only failed her mission to assassinate the Potter and Longbottom families, no, she also informed them of said mission and as result the two blood traitorous families have gone into hiding." He informed the group, earning some silent sounds of outrage in response.

The three men looked down, the people around them thinking it was an act of shame for their association with the youngest Black, only Rab, Evan and Barty would know it was a show of pain, after three days of their beloved friend and partner in crime had been missing they knew she would not be returning.

The, hardly-human, male continued. "I have seen to her punishment myself, as of the thirty-first of December Regulus Black is dead." He said maliciously.

"Lier!"

"No you didn't!"

Were some of the reactions from the halls mass, the followers of said Dark Lord were in outrage that the man they followed, looked up to even, had blatantly lied to their faces.

The scene changed once again.

A beautiful manor was shown, white brick walls graying with age had vines of ivy covering them, pointy turrets made up of black slates sat proudly upon the mansion looking out on the surrounding gardens, which housed a dozen regal, roaming, platinum peacocks. The breathtaking house had fences of bushes, shaped to perfection, lining the wide walkway which led to a tall, polished gate.

Those from the Malloy family sat up straighter than before, proud of all the awed faces of those around them.

"You really do have a wonderful home Abraxas" Commented Delilah Selwyn to her old classmate.

"Thank you Delilah but I must give the praise to my wife, Lysistrata is the one who takes the most care of the grounds." Lord Malfoy replied, Lys smiling before pecking her husband on the cheek.

The scene followed a beautiful owl to one of the many black framed windows, it perched on the window ledge before tapping its beak lightly on the glass. A house elf unlocked it before taking the mail from the owls clawed foot, feeding it an owl treat.

"Pip is thanking you, Axl." Pip, the elf, said before the bird shook its feathers and took off once more, Pippa left with a pop landing in the sitting room in front of a three month pregnant Narcissa Malfoy.

Squeeling, Clarity Selwyn (soon to be Greengrass) turned to her best friend, squeezing her tightly, gushing over how beautiful she looked and how she 'must be the godmother of your son!'

Narcissa nodded hugging her back, happy to see her best friend so exited for her.

"Mistress Narcissa, Pip has the Daily Prophet  for you as well as some letters." The young elf handed them to the woman who was sat on one of the green leather couches, cup and saucer placed on the wooden end table.

"Thank you, Pip." She replied, the elf leaving the room with a quiet pop, the woman looked down at the days headline, brows furrowing and alarm swirling in her grey eyes.

The scene moved to show the newspaper.

[jackiesarch]

— OCS AS HISTORICAL ROMANCE HERO ARCHETYPES

i’m not sorry about this one actually. drag these men through the mud. destroy them, even. call them out.

tagged by @corvosattano to just that. thank you macy. thank you for also innately knowing what they were gonna get.

tagging @unholymilf @florbelles @confidentandgood @nightbloodbix @marivenah @indorilnerevarine @chuckhansen @queennymeria @adelaidedrubman @shallow-gravy @inafieldofdaisies @risingsh0t @roofgeese @loriane-elmuerto @cptcassian and anyone else who wants to take a stab!

— THE RAKE

Oh, the rake. "Rake" is a broad term, and a lot of heroes can BE rakes, there's a certain iconic vibe to a Rake Classic. A rake FUCKS. And not in an annoying way. Like, a rake would slip out of your bed, kiss you gently, and say "I'm so glad we shared this time together" in a way that suggests you'll never see him again, but you'll still say thank you. A rake doesn't want to settle down, but he deeply appreciates women. He may say things like "I actually think women do have rights. Hell, perhaps they should even vote" because he's like... not a feminist, but a big believer in the power of pussy. He doesn't HATE love, it's just not for him. Until it is. Rakes can often fence, do a gentlemanly boxing, and perhaps duel, but they are *not* your first choice in a fight. They are probably beloved at the local brothels, both because they fuck so good and because they spend all their money there. A rake may be titled; however, he may also be a second son (womp womp). It's vERY possible that a rake has mommy issues. Give him time, and he will confide in you. Probably while telling you that is why... he cannot love. The rake may not be good at a lot of things that aren't sex. This might be his secondary crisis, and his arc might involve "Rake Gets Job?" Rake recs: "Nine Rules to Break When Romancing a Rake" by Sarah MacLean, "The Duke and the Lady in Red" by Lorraine Heath, "The Lady Gets Lucky" by Joanna Shupe, "A Rake's Guide to Seduction" by Caroline Linden, "Indigo" by Beverly Jenkins

— THE TORTURED HERO

Look—he just doesn't wanna talk about it. The tortured hero has a dark past, which probably involves his childhood, may involve one or both of his parents dying (or: a dead wife), and will be withheld from you for at least the first half of the book. He fucks like an absolute demon (usually to make you forget about the questions you asked regarding his scars; it's effective), he may have nightmares where he says what you think is his old lover's name so you steam about it for 20-50 pages and he's like "no, that's my childhood dog, which I had to eat when food became scarce", maybe his dad didn't love him, and he is more likely to be self made than some other heroes. Though he may also be a duke whose actions had consequences. There's a *distinct* possibility that he's mentally unwell, but everyone needs love. Your one big issue is that he... may not think he's worthy of touching you with his filthy hands. Somehow, you must overcome this. Tortured recs: "My Darling Duke" by Stacy Reid, "Dreaming of You" by Lisa Kleypas, "A Lady for a Duke" by Alexis Hall, "Pippa and the Prince of Secrets" by Grace Callaway, "Duke of Midnight" by Elizabeth Hoyt, "The Duke I Tempted" by Scarlett Peckham, "A Rogue by Any Other Name" by Sarah MacLean

— THE GOOD GUY

Isn't that great for you? The good guy isn't a NICE guy. He doesn't expect sexual favors because he's nice to you; and he's so charming, he can probably get laid elsewhere. He may have a tragic backstory and a fatal flaw, but that's not going to get him down. He doesn't play at alpha male bullshit, and he may not be a duke, or a lord, or the owner of the world's first department store. But he's a Solid Guy. He will love, honor, and obey, and he will NOT! Do a nonsense. He will, however, eat pussy. He's a good guy. Good guy recs: "Unclaimed" by Courtney Milan, "Scandal in Spring" by Lisa Kleypas, "My Fake Rake" by Eva Leigh, "Unmasked by the Marquess" by Cat Sebastian