#plush: regina

[milkandcookies-222]

Going on vacation for three weeks, so I'll be away from my stuffies for a while, but here's three new additions to my webkinz family! Meet Sobek, Regina, and Dalton 🐊💖🧂

[chisamayas]

Me. My girlfriend. And her 500 dollar simba plush

[norcissest]

Here's Commander Sasha plush prototype!! she's officially finished and still open for pre orders!! Please order off of storeenvy instead of Etsy link is below!!! 👇🏼 I absolutely love how she turned out, her cape is very soft and fluffy so it's more accurate so to the design in the show.

https://clinicofdreams.storenvy.com/products/36474943-amphibia-commander-sasha-waybright-plush

[wanderingwithstars]

[zookacestance]

I posted this on Instagram for shelfie saturday!! I love my cute collection so much.

[sincerestlove]

My Angel - Part 3

hello hello! so sorry this took a long time, but i really hope you enjoy this last part of the series! thank you so much for reading.

warnings: smut, top!regina, bottom!reader, face sitting (reader receiving), fingering (reader receiving).

18+ ONLY - MEN AND MINORS DNI.

Yawning loudly, you stretched your sore limbs, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. A dull ache thudded against your temples, thinking about earlier events. Cady being crazy.

Glancing to the left, your tired gaze took in the rumpled mess of pink sheets and pillows pushed aside haphazardly, in the place of your girlfriend. Frowning, you sat up, pushing the cool sheets off.

Did she leave?

You stood up on sore legs, pulling on one of Regina’s long tees that splayed across the back of her plush vanity chair. It fell just above the knee, the sweet scent of her perfume flooding your senses. With another glance at the empty bed, you sighed, creaking her bedroom door open and wandering down the chilly marbled staircase.

"Regina?" You called out. A quiet hum filled the silence as you rounded the corner into the living room. There the blonde sat - long legs splayed out along the cushions, a steaming mug of what you hoped was tea, resting in her hands.

The bright light of the TV fanned across her face, enhancing the bright blues of her eyes, the pink of her lips. She smiled at you - soft, teasing - puckering her lips adorably as you approached.

"Hey, pretty girl." She set the cup on the table, patting her lap. Warm hands came to rest on your thighs, her lips taking yours in a gentle kiss.

Her palms slid up, gripping your waist. Firm, but not painful. Slender fingers trailed upwards to slip beneath your shirt, her shirt, circling the skin of your abdomen with her manicured nails. She continued working her lips against yours with every ounce of affection she could muster, a familiar warmth tingling in your chest.

The pair of you pulled away after a few moments. You smiled, arms slipping around her neck. "Why are you up so early?"

She shrugged, nails scratching lightly up and down your skin. "Couldn't sleep.”

“Are you still upset about the Cady thing?”

She huffed, hands tightening the slightest bit, shoulders tensing. “I just can’t believe her. Like, creepy stalker much? I told you I didn’t like her from the jump.”

You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t deny that she was right. She was right most of the time. “Well, good thing you were there to save me, my hero.” The blonde hummed in agreement.

"I want another kiss, please."

Regina laughed, pretty white teeth sparkling. “Anything for you, pretty girl.” Her left hand gently gripped your jaw, pillowy soft lips taking yours into a bruising kiss. A quiet sigh filled the space between your bodies, fingers threading through her thick, soft hair.

Her hands snuck around your body, pulling you closer, until chests pressed flush together. Her hardened nipples poked through the thin fabric of her shirt, sending a small shiver down your spine. Dampened lips disconnected, moving down the expanse of your jaw and neck, tilted by her fingers.

A shaky exhale pushed from your lungs, whining as she bit down onto sensitive skin. "Gina.”

She chuckled, pulling away to press a kiss to your nose. "I'll keep going under one condition…" she trailed off teasingly, teeth continuing to nibble. "Make me breakfast? Please?"

Laughing lightly, you pushed her back a bit. "Really?”

The blonde hummed, running her thumb along your reddened bottom lip. "It's not my fault you're, like, the best cook."

You rolled your eyes, fingers tugging at the soft baby hairs along the back of her neck. She shivered, smiling lopsidedly.

"Of course I'll make you breakfast, silly. But first, pay up, George." Grinning at her, watching a perfectly sculpted brow rise in question.

"Pay up, huh? That's funny, I don't remember putting you in charge." She murmured, eyes darkening the slightest bit.

"Well, if you want breakfast, then you have to listen to me." Raising your chin in defiance, though both of you could tell it was all bark and no bite.

There was no chance you would, or could, ever boss her around.

"I have to listen to you. That’s cute." In a swift motion, the blonde flipped your positions. Your back hit the couch cushions, as she grinned teasingly, moving to cage your legs in between hers. Hands gently pushed your shoulders, amusement dancing across her features. "It's kinda hot when you talk back. But I call the shots, angel - you know that."

She peered down at you, eyes hungrily running down your half-naked form. She paused for a moment, just looking, then suddenly backing off, tugging you up and off the couch. Not thinking much of it, you turned in the direction of the staircase, assuming things would move to the bedroom.

Before you could take a step, Regina settled herself on the floor in front of the couch. Her back rested across the seats, arms splayed out across the cushions. A smirk played at the corners of her lips, hands reaching up to push blonde hair back and out of her face.

"Come over here and sit on my face."

A maddening blush rose to your cheeks. Without thinking, moving toward her, pausing in front of the couch. Your fingers fiddled nervously. "Don't be shy. Come here, show me how badly you need my tongue." Not wasting another moment, you settled yourself above her, thighs positioned on either side of her face.

Your hands brushed her hair back, pausing to look down at her pretty face. She was already looking up at you, dark pupils blown out, filled with adoration and desire.

"Come down here. Give me what I want." Your face flushed, resting back on your heels. Her warm hands came to rest on your hips, pulling your dampened panties to the side, dripping cunt coming into full contact with her awaiting mouth. “That’s it.”

The sensation was electrifying. Tingly pleasure shot all the way down to your toes, rushing down your spine. A loud moan filled the air, hands moving to quickly to grip the back of the couch.

Regina's touch was relentless. All lips and tongue, slipping through your folds, then moving to tease your entrance, nose bumping just right against your throbbing clit. She moaning into you, the vibrations increasing the sensitivity that was building.

Your skin flushed, from your neck all the way down to where her head was buried between your thighs.

Lips and tongue quickened. Hands gripped the couch tighter, trying to hold on to any ounce of control left. Soft lips then wrapped around your clit, sucking slowly but firmly, loud expletives tumbling out of your mouth. You could feel her smirk, sucking harder. Thighs tightening and trembling around her head.

"Fuck, Gina, I'm close." You whined desperately, eyes squeezing shut. A pleasant dizzying feeling flooded your head. The blonde gently smacked your thigh - you opened your eyes again, looking down at her, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Look at me when you come." She breathed, eyes bright and intense gazing into yours. You nodded, using every ounce of your strength not to slam your eyes shut, an all-too familiar knot twisting itself tighter deep inside your tummy. "Come on, baby. Want to taste you"

After a few more beats, seeing that look in her eyes sent you over the edge. Loud wails and cries filled the room, drowning out the soft sounds of the TV. "That's my good girl. Fuck, you taste so good."

Regina took her time, gently tonguing your folds and inner thighs, not a single drop wasted.

A short while passed, too busy relishing in the fuzziness. She tapped your legs - you whined, reluctantly moving off, wincing at the dull ache of your muscles, feeling limp and jelly-like. Soft hands pressed into your legs, massaging gently as you settled yourself back onto the cushions, eyes slipping shut. "Don’t fall asleep yet, baby. ‘M not done." She settled half beside you, half draped on your side.

Her damp mouth leaned down to nibble and kiss, sucking a bruise underneath your ear. "Be a good girl and spread your legs for me." She mumbled, voice raspy and thick with desire. You did as she asked.

Your eyes cracked open again, blinking up at her. She looked so pretty, lips wet and red, lower half of her face covered in your slick. "Take what I give you and relax, okay? This is for you." You nodded, eyes closing once again. “I don’t want you to think about anything. Just feel.”

Regina slipped two fingers inside, pausing for a moment. You exhaled shakily, legs opening a little wider. Slow, deep thrusts, fingertips brushing against your spongy walls. Stars bloomed across your eyelids and she quickened her pace. "Look at you. Taking me so well, making such a mess for me.”

You came. A lot. Her fingers buried inside you, thumb pressed against your clit, lips and tongue playing with your nipples, sucking bright purple bruises all over your skin.

Soft lips pressed kisses all across your face, anchoring you to reality. Eventually, you managed to open your eyes again.

"There she is, my angel. You okay?" You nodded - a dopey, sleepy smile on your face. She laughed, kissing you so gently, you could barely feel it. "You were so good for me. You feel good?"

All you could do was hum a quiet “Yes.”

"Good. You deserve to feel good." She kissed you again, deeper, pull you into her lap, finding a thick blanket strewn to pull over you both. You cuddled into her tall frame, finding solace in the warmth of her skin. "Go back to sleep sweet thing, I'll be right here when you wake up."

"But what about breakfast?" You questioned, resting your hand on her tummy, lazily drawing shapes.

"Breakfast later. You were my pre-breakfast-dessert." She grinned, cheekily, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Love you, Gina.” Already half-asleep.

The blonde smiled softly, her heart melting into a puddle. “Love you too, my angel."

~

i hope you enjoyed!

i’m thinking about starting to write for more people/characters - billie eilish and the arcane girlies!

please leave requests if you have any :)

[drghostwrite]

Your work is amazing!! My obsession with Regina mills is so bad and I need your help because I swear I see her as a power bottom 😫😫 AND NO ONE ELSE DOESSS. If it’s okay please could you write a Regina and reader fic where the reader is a service top? LOVE YOUUUU

Omg hehe YES!! I can so see her being a power bottom, mmm yes okay so here we go. I’ve never intentionally written this dynamic so here goes nothing, let me know whatcha think. Also thanks for the suggestion love. 😙

Pairing: Regina Mills x wife!reader

Summary: Regina’s lover brings her breakfast, a visit that turns… steamy.

******************************************************** Your heels clicked on the hard marble floors as you made you way to your wife’s office. When you got up this morning she wasn’t in bed and her car was long gone so you assumed she had gone into the office, on your way to the station your assumption had been right. So being the amazing wife you were you stopped by Granny’s picking up some pancakes and coffee and made your way to her office.

You stopped outside the door and read the bold letters, Mayor, you knocked softly hearing a very annoyed ‘come in’ from the other side. You could almost feel the eye roll from the woman behind the desk.

You slowly opened the door to see her reading over some paperwork, her elbow on the desk holding fingers pressed against her temple as her other hand held a paper and pen. She didn’t even bother to look up as she heard you enter.

“This better be important or so help me…” she started, looking as annoyed as ever.

“Well that’s no way to greet your lover, is it?” You teased as you walked towards her desk. She looked up at you surprised, her eyes raking over your body as you walked in. You were wearing all black, her favorite, a vest and pant combo, the black shirt underneath to match, your holster and badge displayed on your hip.

“Hello darling.” A smile playing at her plush red lips.

“My love.” You nodded and came around to her, bending down to kiss her soft lips, your hand softly ghosting her cheek. “I missed you this morning.”

“Well duty calls, especially when you work with idiots.”

“Hmm…” you chuckled leaning down to kiss her more passionately.

“So tell me detective, to what do I owe the visit?” She teased, grinning against your lips.

“Can’t I just bring my wife some breakfast?” You poked, kissing her again. Setting the bag and cups on the desk, taking your badge and gun off laying it to the side.

“Mm, depends on what else comes with the breakfast.” She pulled you closer by your belt loops, finally standing to meet you.

“Well whatever her majesty wants she gets…” you trailed, as she pushed her tongue into your mouth, you fought for dominance before just letting her take over.

“Rough morning?” You asked kissing her neck, her perfect red lipstick now smudged.

“Darling you have no idea…” her breath warm against your lips, as you picked her up setting her on her desk

“What can I do to help?” You said pulling back and looking into the mischievous brown orbs as she grinned back at you. She wrapped her toned legs around your waist as her well manicured fingers played with the buttons of your vest.

“I think you know…” she trailed with a smirk, running her tongue seductively along her perfectly white teeth with a smirk.

“Mm… maybe you should lock the door first, wouldn’t want anyone to catch the mayor with her thighs wrapped around my head.” Your low sultry tone gracing her ears.

“Mm…” she chuckled, “why not let everyone know who you belong to, show everyone that you’re the only person that makes me feel this good.” She raised her hand with a little purple wisp and you heard the door lock.

You chuckled, “doesn’t mean they won’t hear you…” you trailed bites and kisses down her neck as her hand tangled in your hair. She pushed your vest off, you leaned back helping her as she ripped your shirt open, buttons hitting the floor and rolling under exquisite furniture, exposing the black lace bra underneath. Black was her color but God did she love seeing it on you.

“I liked that shirt…” you whined while leaning to kiss her. Soft hands were running up your exposed sides, pulling you closer.

“I’ll buy you another one…” she smirked. In between heated kisses you reached back undoing the zipper of her top and pulling it down. Her perky breasts spilling over the exposing black lace lingerie that she wore underneath, you could see her nipples perfectly through the lace.

“Damn you’re gorgeous…” taking in her beautiful body, undoing her bra and tossing it to the side, placing open mouthed kisses down her collar bones and over her luscious breasts. You used your tongue to lightly ghost over a hardened nipple, before pulling it into your mouth, a string of saliva connecting you before moving to the other pulling the soft flesh into your mouth, your fingers moving to the other to tease. Pinching and twisting her nipple between your fingers at first softly but then harsher the pain turning to pleasure for her. The first of many erotic moans falling from her lips. You started leaving little nips, forming little red marks that would be purple by morning. Something that Regina typically didn’t mind, unless she had no way to cover them up and hide them from the office for the rest of the day.

“Y/N, dear…”

“Yes my love?”

“Behave…”

“Or what?”

“I’ll make you…” she groaned out. And you chuckled leaving another mark along her chest, she cocked an eyebrow at you seeing the defiant smirk you had on your face.

“hmm…” you chuckled against her chest and placed small kisses over the now reddened marks. You felt her hand that had been tangled in your hair reach around and grab your neck, slightly squeezing as she lifted you to meet her eyes, her bottom lip trapped under her glossy pearly white teeth, she loved when you mouthed off cause it meant she could put you in your place. One of her legs moved up and settled on the chair behind you, her red bottom stiletto clicking against the handle, you ran a hand up the smooth olive skin slowly pushing up the fabric of her lifted skirt.

“Why don’t you be a good girl and show your queen what that tongue can really do?” She whispered out in a low growl, spreading her legs even wider in front of you as she perched on her desk.

You met her hooded brown eyes and slowly bent down, pulling the chair closer, weaving your arm under her leg that was up on the chair arm, letting it rest over your shoulder while your skilled fingers lifted her skirt. You slowly ghosted your fingers over her clothed core, feeling the small spot of wetness, “so wet for me…” you said breath hot on her thighs as you nipped at her, snapping the waist band of her black lace panties against her hip before slowly sliding them off. She let out an approving moan as she watched you place open mouthed kisses up her thigh, she let her head fall back her mouth open as she chuckled to herself.

You worked your way up her inner thighs, drawing it out the best you could before you felt her hand weave through your hair, forcing your head down closer to her dripping core. You ran your tongue flat against her tasting her. Pulling your fingers through her folds and collecting her slick, looking at it glisten on your fingertips, setting up and watching her through your eyelashes you sucked on your fingers and released them with a pop. “You taste amazing…” you said as she looked into your devious eyes, biting her lip once again. The hand currently in your hair tightened demandingly as you bent down and pulled your tongue over her again, this time coming dangerously close to where she needed you most, watching her as she bit her bottom lip and then pulling her clit into your mouth. Her head fell back in pleasure with a small whine of relief that turned into a groan of pleasure as you used skilled licks and sucks to bring her closer and closer to the edge.

“You look so perfect down there between my legs, eating me out like a good girl.” lewd moans filling the room as you moaned into her sending vibrations through her core.

Thankfully no one was actually around to see how perfect you looked between her legs. Regina was sitting legs spread on her desk, upper torso exposed to the world decorated in an array of reddish purple marks as you were in front of her, her perfectly manicured hand gripped your shoulder as the other tangled in your hair, your hand held her hip steadying her. Her toned leg in her perfect designer heels over your shoulder.

You reached down using two fingers and curling them into the spongy spot that made her go wild, pumping in and out slowly adding a third. You could feel as her thighs clenched around you, her hand forcing you closer and closer, you started to feel lightheaded but you were determined to please your wife.

You felt her thighs begin to shake and her moans become more breathy and frequent as she got closer, chasing her high. You snaked a free hand up and pinched a nipple between your fingers before grabbing her entire boob in your hand. Letting one last low vibration come from your throat as you worked on her clit, you heard her let out one last soft moan working her through her orgasm. Coaxing her until she was lifting her hips away from you, overstimulated by your tongue on her clit.

You sat up and pulled her down into a kiss, feeling her soft plump lips on yours, she could taste herself still on your tongue. Thinking about the fact that she could taste herself when kissing you drove you both wild, a sign that you belonged to her and her only.

“Next time you bring me breakfast I prefer it be in bed, instead of my office…” she chuckled, finally breaking the heated silence and chuckling against your lips.

“Well maybe next time I can fuck you senseless over your desk and I won’t have to worry about going back to work.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged… you are married to the mayor after all.” She smirked, pulling at you ripped shirt, still partial tucked into your pants, pulling you closer and sliding her hands over your smooth skin exposed to her.

Before she could do anything else her desk phone rang and she picked up, “Hello?” She eyed you cautiously.

“Yes, if you don’t mind sending it over…” you eyed her mischievously and bent down to place soft kisses on her thigh before placing one bite drawing a gasp from her lips, risking her wrath for later that night. She hung up the phone and glared at you playfully.

“if I didn’t have to get back to work I would punish you right now…”

“Saved by the mayor then?” You poked sarcastically knowing what would be waiting for you later. With a wave of her hand your outfit was put back together and she was smoothing out her clothes.

“I will see you later tonight my love.” You said kissing her before making your way out.

“Y/N dear?”

“yes?” You turned.

“I seem to be missing…”

“these?” You asked holding up a black lace pair of panties as your trophy, “you’ll get them back later.” You said folding them in your pocket with a smirk.

A stern but excited look crossed over her face knowing you were being a brat on purpose, “you’ll get your punishment tonight.”

“On that note…I love you.” You said with a wink and sly smirk, sliding out of her office as she called a stubborn, I love you, after you.

******************************************************** @poisonappleeater @gayestswiftie @thesamesweetie

[wishcamper]

Cassian Appreciation Week Day Two: Hair

Happy @cassianappreciationweek! Here is my first offering for Day Two: Hair. You can read it here or on ao3.

Enjoy!

My Sweetest Downfall

A Nessian re-telling of the biblical story of Samson and Delilah, set during the first war for human liberation.

CW: consensual sexual content, reference to sex trafficking

Art by Terry Strickland

Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down Yeah, we couldn't destroy a single one And the history books forgot about us And the Bible didn't mention us, not even once "Samson”, Regina Spektor

She was the most beautiful female Cassian had ever seen.

Woman, rather - the rounded edge of her ear had been what caught his eye, entranced by the freshness of her face, the self-possession of this human woman weaving through the sea of fae in the lower markets of Adriata. All visions of using his shore leave to drown himself in wine, blow all his wages at the tables, and bed as many females as possible vacated his mind the moment her blue-gray eyes met his over the heads of the crowd, the exact color of an Illyrian sunrise.

She belonged to one of the pleasure houses, as evidenced by the copper bands at her wrists and throat, likely one of the more expensive ones gives the fine silk of her gown, the glint of her golden brown hair braided about her head like a crown. He searched for days until he found the right one, coming across her at last at the Golden Thread. He wasn’t even really sure what he wanted, just to be near her, to feel the heat of her body, the thrum of mortality under her skin.

More than anything, he wanted to understand that tug in his chest, the pull that urged him to crash himself to the ground for her, even if it reduced him to rubble.

—

He was a force of nature, wild as a winter wind yet gentle as the crush of petals under bare feet, a mountain of a male whose waters ran deep and smooth.

And in spite of it all, she still had to break him.

She pushed down her guilt, her disgust at the task before her. They’d been all over each other for a week, stealing moments in hidden coves, remote beaches, even once behind a corner stall in the market when the vendor was away. Despite having paid for her, and handsomely, he seemed to want only what she gave freely of her time, her body. What he wanted lay beneath, he said, a chance to listen to the symphony of her human heart for however long she’d allow.

That same human heart condemned her, left her helpless to the forces of power and control that bound her tighter than any ropes ever could.

The stories of him in battle had spread across Prythian long before his arrival in the great Summer city, of the Illyrian foot soldier who razed armies with his deadly dance, blessed by the Mother herself. Enalius reborn, they called him, and the Lord of Spring wanted him eliminated in neutral territory if they were to have a chance at winning the war. Ten thousand gold marks they'd promised to her if she could find the source of his power.

She knew she condemned herself with this cursed bargain, much less her people, but there was no way around it. She’d never make enough with her body to free her family, to protect them from the ravages of the fae without the riches they dangled in front of her.

And so when he slipped through the lavender curtains of the Golden Thread, she hoped to hate him. Prayed he’d be despicable, possessive and brutish like the other males, head swollen large enough so just a single pinprick could deflate it. Instead, that first night he came to her plush, dark chambers she found a tenderness that stunned her and knew this would be so much more damning than she’d ever imagined.

He was willing to sacrifice everything for human freedom, he told her in the wake of their joining, dark curls clinging to his brow. The shame consumed her knowing he’d fulfill that promise, even if his martyrdom would come not on the daybright battlefield as he imagined, but rather with the breathless gasp of a knife in the night.

For the next week he worshiped her body in their beachside bungalow, ran his fingers over and under the copper cuffs as if he’d rip them off with his bare hands.

“And how would one shackle you, Lord of Bloodshed?”

“No bonds can hold me, sweetheart, save for those given by the Mother.”

He promised to smuggle her out between presses of his lips against her skin, or else to buy her freedom, to win the whole damn war by himself if that’s what it took. She only smiled and called them beautiful words, nothing less, nothing more. At night when he slept, she lay awake tracing the fresh scar cleaving his eyebrow, the lines of tattoos swirling over his chest and arms.

Make a bargain with me, he said, hazel eyes sparkling with something too painful to look at for more than a moment, like staring into the sun. Tell me what makes you so strong, she said, tell me what gives you the power of ten males, a hundred. She watched her warrior spar with his own heart, and though he denied her in the end she felt a relief in it, that they could have one more day, one more night with none to witness what bloomed save for the stars, the moonlit sea.

She’d ask him twice more, she told him, and he grinned in a way that broke something in her, something she could never repair.

In the cradle of seclusion, long-buried hurts began to emerge, the throes of pleasure giving way to tears that flowed like wine. He held her pain like a bird in his hand, stroking her jagged edges gently. Unafraid of what lay within her, the blink of her mortal life.

Why do you touch me so?, she asked, and he ran a hand up her thigh to the crook of her waist, following the path his mouth had blazed before they’d collapsed in satiety. 

She asked him the second time in the cove off the beach, the one he’d flown her to on those resplendent wings. The white sand floor glowed under turquoise water, casting his body in an unearthly light, their echoing moans giving way to laughter that ricocheted off the rock, through her chest. He told her of his days training, the foolish arrogance of his youth before it was shattered by the war. She shared a memory of stealing sweets from a shop when she was a child, the rush of her first taste of sugar, of the successful con.

“And is victory always sweet for you, siren?”

Mostly not, she told him, and a challenge sparkled in his eyes, one that made her blood go hot. She forgot for a moment why she was there, the trap at the center of the maze, and let him fly the long way home, skimming the waves with her fingertips as they chased a pod of dolphins playing in the surf.

When they returned, he disappeared for a short time while she bathed, stepping back through the leaning door frame as she was toweling off, arms laden with gifts from the market. That night she claimed her victory in all the ways she wanted to, the Lord of Bloodshed under command of his interim queen.

“Please,” she begged the Spring lord through the mirror he’d given her, the forget-me-nots in his golden hair either a cruel jest or devastating providence. “Please spare him. Take his power but do not take his life.”

The High Lord laughed in answer, and the guilt stretched her to the point of breaking, her skin a dull hide drying in the sun. “It seems the hearts of human sluts are as open as their legs.”

She knew he felt her sadness, her fear when he returned from a swim in the ocean, salt glittering on his wings like diamonds in the sunset glow. He lifted her into his arms and retreated to the bathing chamber, showed her where to touch them to bring him to his knees, to make him fall apart with her name on his lips.

Ask me, he said, ask me once more.

“No.”

“Why not? Have you given up on me, sweetheart?”

He couldn’t want everything that came with her, she told him, wouldn’t desire her if he knew the wickedness of her heart, the crumbling ruins of her soul.

“How can I prove it to you?”

Her fingers clutched at his shirtfront, begging him to stay, to run, to see the deception at her core.

“Tell me the source of your strength. Tell me what gives you the power of ten males, of a hundred. Show me your weakness and I shall show you mine.”

Her faithful lover brought his forehead down to hers, resting it lightly, drew her hand up to bury it in the soft curls at the nape of his neck.

“If my hair is cut, I lose my strength. I am as weak as any other until it grows long again.”

She grabbed a handful of it in her fist, pulling his head back sharply. But he only looked at her with that sun-bright devotion, the passages of his heart open to her to walk through as she pleased. She decided to leave a footprint there, the barest trace. Hoped it was enough for him to remember.

“I have a daughter to the south. She does not know what I am. All I do is for her.”

Something like understanding passed through him then, but she didn’t get the chance to question it for he captured her mouth with his own, sinking her down into the deep waters where only they lived, borne along by the current.

Moonlight glinted off the shears where she hovered over him hours later, praying for him to wake. To grab her wrists and throw her against the wall, or else to kiss her desperately and fly her as far as those wings could take them, past the edge of the world.

But he did not wake, and instead she cut each lock from his head, the thread in her chest ripping violently with each traitorous snip.

—

They paraded him through the temple in chains, the jeers and taunts hitting his back like a volley of arrows. The warrior god shackled like the slaves he so foolishly defended, reduced to the bastard-born nobody he feared lived at his core.

He found her at once among the crowd assembled, her beautiful face broken with agony, and even though he knew he should hate her the space where his anger lived felt hollow. The absence of her was more devastating than any of the whips that lashed at his back, the blunt blows to his chest, his legs.

His power gone, the feeble call of it sluggish in his veins, he could only watch as they brought the ropes forth. They lashed him to the great column at the center that held up the ceiling, painted with scenes of resplendent High Fae, their faces cold and cruel. He tried to tell her to go, to run, but he was too weak to speak, knew from the way she clutched the collar at her throat she’d never leave while he was still alive. He only hoped she’d be far enough away to miss the worst of it.

I’m sorry, he said as best he could, feeling the imprint of her body on his skin, in his bones. I’m sorry I couldn’t save us from this. I’m sorry I didn’t know until it was too late.

Hazel eyes lifted skyward, a prayer to the Mother on his dry, cracked lips. With a great heave he twisted, rammed his bound fists into the pillar he leaned against, ripping apart the world.

Stone rained down and there was screaming everywhere, thick dust pouring into his lungs and he waited for the crush, the flash of pain before it all went quiet and still. In the long tunnel of time he hoped to return as a tree somewhere in a quiet wood, to feel her sit in his shade, or else to be a clear pool she drank from, the splash of him over her face washing her clean.

And all at once he was shoved aside, a great boom echoing somewhere overhead, soft hair tickling his face, soothing his heated cheeks.

He opened his eyes to find her body splayed over him, taking the blow of the stone that would’ve been his death. A shimmer of gold disappeared into the dust engulfing the ruined temple, and he felt the pull in his chest begin to break, ever-reaching and grasping at the building darkness.

“Don’t go, sweetheart. I didn’t get enough. I want more. We should’ve had more.”

This brave human woman, his mate, her body broken and bleeding, reached a hand up and touched his face lightly, pain and love in her dawn-colored eyes.

“I’ll find you in the next world, the next life. I promise. And we will have time.”

A fierce, burning pain seared along his scalp. He heard someone shouting, felt a wave of night-dark power sweep over him before oblivion dragged him under, stealing the only thing he wanted, one last memory of her face.

But all he was left with were the spikes of an eight-pointed star on the crown of his head, the only remnant of her final words, his failures. Their future snatched away by the greed of death, the indifference of fate.

Five hundred years passed, and Cassian searched every face for hers, heart leaping at every flash of golden brown hair, every knowing grin in a crowded market. He’d almost given up the day he stepped into the Archeron manor when he saw her glaring across the room at him, when that thread in his chest yanked so violently he thought he’d been shot by an arrow, straight through. She didn’t remember him, of course, but he could’ve sworn a flicker of recognition passed through her, the past lingering in the core of their bones, woven into their skin.

And he knew in that moment, more than he’d ever known anything, that he’d rip every hair from his head for her. That no matter what war he had to win or building he had to shatter, he’d free her from the shackles of the world, from those in her heart, her mind. 

That they would have time.

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Thank you if you got this far! I'm pretty proud of this one so I hope you enjoyed aka it didn't hurt too much. Shoutout to all the other awesome creators putting out amazing work this week. There is so much more to come!

[lifeofpriya]

Boyfriend of the Year - Jack Draper imagine

[gif credit goes to @fritzes]

author's note: hellooooo! i wanted to try my hand at writing something for a tennis beloved and well, here we are! quick shoutout to @2manytabsopen for introducing me to this adorable dork and yeah, i hope y'all enjoy this as much i enjoyed writing this fic 🫶🏼

summary: a tough day from work leads to a night of love and spoiling...

As soon as you sat down on the bench at the nearest bus stop near your workplace, the dam of the tears held back all day burst open. The cool evening breeze brushed against your damp cheeks, bringing a shiver as your shoulders convulsed in silent sobs. The day had been particularly harsh, leaving you drained and defeated. The café where you worked had been busier than usual, with a never-ending stream of customers and a broken espresso machine that seemed to have a vendetta against you. Your boss had been in one of her moods, barking orders and expecting perfection as if you were a robot, not a human being with feelings. The weight of your world felt unbearable in the quiet solitude of the evening.

Jack's call had come like a beacon of light in the storm. "Hey, love," he said, his voice a warm embrace over the phone. “Wait, why are you crying, sweetheart?"

You tried to hold it together, but the words tumbled out in a jumbled mess. "It's… it's been such a day, Jack. The machine broke down, and the customers were just… unrelenting. And Regina, she was…" You didn't need to say more; Jack knew Regina's reputation for making the sunniest days feel like a downpour.

Jack's voice grew firm but gentle. "I'm on my way. Stay put. I'll be there soon." He hung up, and you felt a glimmer of hope in the pit of your stomach. You leaned your head against the cool glass of the bus shelter, watching the world blur by in streaks of light and shadow as cars passed by. The scent of freshly cut grass from a nearby lawn wafted over, mingling with the faint aroma of someone's takeout. The distant hum of the city provided a soothing white noise to your racing thoughts.

Fifteen minutes later, a sleek black car pulled up beside the bus stop. The passenger door swung open, and Jack's athletic frame filled the space, his eyes scanning the area until they found you. He stepped out, his tennis shoes thudding against the pavement, and in three long strides, he was by your side, wrapping his arms around you. His embrace was strong and comforting, like a lighthouse guiding you to safety. He smelled faintly of sweat and grass, a reminder of the hours he spent on the court that afternoon, but it was the scent of home and love that you focused on as you buried your face into his chest.

"Hey," he whispered, stroking your hair gently. "Let's get you out of here."

Jack guided you into the car, his hand never leaving your back as he settled you into the plush leather seat. The car's interior smelled faintly of his cologne, a scent that was uniquely his, and it helped to ease the tension in your body. He closed the door with a soft click and circled around to the driver's side. As he slid in beside you, he turned the key in the ignition, and the engine purr like a contented cat came to life. The car's heated seats began to warm up, and you felt the first stirrings of comfort spread through your cold body.

Jack reached over and took your hand, giving it a squeeze before shifting gears and pulling out into the evening traffic. The city lights reflected in his eyes as he focused on the road ahead, his jaw set in determination to get you home as quickly as possible. You watched the scenery pass by, the blur of buildings and people becoming a soothing panorama that seemed to match the rhythm of your slowing heartbeat. The leather seats were still warm from the day's sun, and you leaned into them, letting the comfort seep into your bones.

As the car glided through the streets, Jack began to talk, sharing the details of his own day on the tennis courts. His voice was low and soothing, the words a gentle stream that washed over you. You found yourself smiling through the tears as he recounted a particularly hilarious mishap during his training session, his laughter echoing in the car. His thumb rubbed small circles on the back of your hand, sending waves of warmth up your arm. It was a simple gesture, but it felt like a promise that everything would be okay.

The ride home was a blend of comforting silence and casual banter, Jack occasionally glancing over to check on you, his eyes filled with concern. When the car pulled up in front of your apartment building, the reality of the day's events began to creep back in, but Jack's presence was a shield against the gloom. He helped you out of the car, your legs feeling like jelly after the emotional rollercoaster of the day. The sound of your shoes on the sidewalk was the only noise that broke the serenity of the evening.

\\\

Once inside the apartment, Jack led you to the couch, his hand never leaving the small of your back. He grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table and sat down next to you, handing you a few. You took them gratefully, dabbing at your eyes and nose, feeling the warmth of his body beside you. The apartment was filled with the comforting aroma of dinner that he must have ordered while you were on the phone. It smelled like your favorite Italian place, with hints of garlic and tomato sauce.

"Jack, you didn't have to," you murmured, trying to protest, but he shushed you with a gentle kiss to the forehead.

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to," he said, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Now, tell me everything."

You sighed, the weight of the day's troubles slowly lifting as you recounted the endless list of disasters at work. The broken machine, the unreasonable customers, and the relentless pressure from your boss. Jack listened intently, his eyes never leaving yours, nodding along as if he could feel every ounce of your frustration. His empathy was palpable, a silent understanding that wrapped around you like a warm blanket.

As you spoke, he reached over and gently wiped a stray tear from your cheek with his thumb. His touch was tender, and for a moment, you forgot about the chaos of the day. "It's okay," he said, his voice a gentle reassurance. "You're safe here."

Jack stood up and walked over to the kitchen, returning with two steaming plates of pasta. He set one down in front of you, the cheese bubbling and the garlic bread crunchy on the side. The sight of food was almost comical, given your emotional state, but the comfort it represented was undeniable. "Eat," he urged, handing you a fork. "You'll feel better."

You took a bite, the warm, saucy goodness filling your mouth and stomach. The taste was heavenly, and with each chew, the tension in your shoulders lessened. You watched as Jack took a bite of his own, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he chewed thoughtfully, his eyes focused on you, made you feel like you were the only person in the world who mattered.

As you ate, Jack began to outline a plan for the rest of the evening. "We're going to have a little at-home spa night," he declared, his voice filled with excitement. "Bubble bath, face masks, the works."

You couldn't help but smile at his enthusiasm. "Jack, you don't have to do all this."

He squeezed your hand. "I know, but I want to. You deserve it after the day you've had."

Jack cleared the dinner plates away and led you to the bathroom, which had been transformed into a sanctuary of tranquility. The room was suffused with the scent of lavender and vanilla, courtesy of the candles flickering on the shelves and the bath bomb dissolving in the water. He'd drawn you a bath with bubbles that rose like a cloud around you, the water a perfect temperature that made you want to sink in and never leave.

He helped you out of your work clothes, his touch careful and loving, as if handling something fragile. You stepped into the tub, the warmth enveloping you instantly. The bubbles tickled your skin, and you couldn't help but let out a contented sigh as you sank deeper into the water.

Jack knelt beside the tub, his hand holding yours. "Just relax," he murmured, his eyes filled with so much love it was almost tangible. “I’ll go grab the face masks. You’re going to pamper yourself until you’re all smiles again, okay?"

You nodded, watching as he left the room. The sound of his footsteps grew faint before returning with a soft patter. He set a tray on the floor beside the tub, laden with face masks, a glass of sparkling water, and a chocolate bar. You couldn't help but laugh at the sight of it all. "Jack, you're too much," you said, but the joy in your voice was undeniable.

He handed you a face mask and grinned. "No such thing as too much pampering after a day like today." He sat down on the edge of the tub, his knees bent, and carefully applied the mask to your face. His touch was gentle, his fingers lingering on your skin, making sure it was applied evenly. You felt the coolness of the mask begin to warm, tingling slightly as it worked its magic.

Jack leaned back against the wall, his arms around his bent legs, watching you with a soft smile. "You know," he said, "I've had my fair share of bad days on the court. The kind where nothing seems to go right, and you just want to throw your racket against the ground."

You chuckled through the face mask, the sound muffled but genuine. "It's not quite the same, but I get it."

Jack nodded, his eyes never leaving yours. "It's all about the comeback, though. You'll have a better day tomorrow. And if you don't, well, we'll just have to do this again." He squeezed your hand reassuringly.

The minutes ticked by as you soaked in the warmth, feeling the tension in your muscles melt away. The flickering candles cast a soft glow over the room, making the bubbles dance in the light. The sound of the water lapping gently against the sides of the tub was hypnotic, lulling you into a state of relaxation.

Jack leaned over and kissed your forehead. "You look like you're already feeling better," he said, his voice filled with hope.

You managed a small smile. "Thanks to you."

Jack stood up and handed you the glass of sparkling water. "Drink up," he said. "It's important to stay hydrated, especially after a crying marathon." He winked, and you couldn't help but laugh a little. The bubbles popped around you as you took a sip, the cold liquid feeling refreshing against your dry throat.

\\\

After a while, he helped you out of the tub, wrapping you in a plush bathrobe that smelled like fresh laundry, and handed you one of his hoodies and sweatpants before he briefly left the bathroom to give you privacy as you changed. You carefully removed the face mask and discarded it. When you emerged from the bathroom, you found Jack had set up a cozy space on the bed with fluffy pillows and blankets. The TV was playing a favorite sitcom on low volume, providing a gentle background of laughter and familiarity.

He sat beside you, unfurling a face mask for himself. "Solidarity," he said with a grin, placing it over his features. The sight of him in a pink, glittery mask made you laugh out loud, despite the lingering sadness. It was a welcome release of tension.

You settled into the bed, the plushness of the pillows cradling your weary body. The soft fabric of the hoodie was heaven against your skin, and the warmth of the blankets enveloped you like a cocoon. As the sitcom played, you both lay there, the sound of your breathing synced in a comforting rhythm. The TV's glow painted the room with soft, shifting colors, and the laugh track grew fainter as your eyes grew heavier.

Jack reached over and took your hand again, his fingers lacing through yours. His touch was grounding, a reminder that you weren't alone. "Better?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, the weight of the day's troubles slowly lifting. "Much better," you murmured, your voice thick with emotion. The warmth of his hand was a lifeline, pulling you back to the present.

Jack leaned over and gently kissed your cheek. "Good," he said, his smile visible even through the face mask. "Now, let's get to the serious part of the evening." He grabbed the chocolate bar from the tray and broke off a piece, holding it to your lips. You took a bite, the sweetness spreading over your tongue, the sugar rush bringing a spark of energy to your drained body.

You laid there, side by side, munching on chocolate and watching the sitcom, the laughter from the TV mixing with Jack's occasional snort of amusement. His hand remained in yours, his thumb making lazy circles that sent bolts of comfort through you. The scent of the candles and the clean, fresh smell of the bubble bath clung to the air, creating a cocoon of peace that seemed to push the rest of the world away.

As the show went on, you found yourself dozing off, the rhythmic sound of Jack's breathing and the softness of the pillow beneath your head lulling you into a much-needed nap. When you woke up, the TV had been turned off, and the room was bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp. Jack was gone, but the warmth from his side of the bed remained, like a memory of his presence.

You rolled over to find him sitting at the small desk, scribbling something on a notepad. The sight of his focused expression made you smile. "What are you doing?" you asked, your voice still thick with sleep.

Jack looked up, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Just writing down some thoughts," he said, tapping the pad with his pen. "Ideas for your birthday surprise."

Your heart fluttered at the mention of your birthday, which was just a week away. Jack had been planning something special, but he had been tight-lipped about the details. "Jack, you really don't have to—"

"Shh," he said, holding up a finger. "It's a surprise. But trust me, you're going to love it."

You watched him for a moment longer, his concentration unbroken, before letting out a content sigh and snuggling deeper into the blankets. The warmth of the room was like a cocoon, the scent of the candles lingering gently in the air. Your eyes grew heavy again, and you closed them, feeling the last remnants of the day's stress begin to dissipate.

[no-phrogs-in-hats]

Between the Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

Regina Mills x Fem!Reader

Prologue: I’m Having Wet Dreams About my Boss

Soft kisses could be felt down your neck as the snug feeling of a corset hugged your waist. The voice in the hazy vision was familiar–too familiar.

“God, you are just a little slut for me aren’t you?” the voice groaned.

You took a deep, shaking breath. “Yes…” You gasped as teeth bit down on your neck harshly–a warning. “Yes, your majesty. I am…I’m your little slut.”

“Make me cum and perhaps I’ll reward you–if you beg enough. Now, get on the bed.”

And with that, you were pushed forcefully onto a plush mattress. 

The image flashed and suddenly you were on a ship. You could feel the swaying of the vessel under your feet as it pulled into a harbor, the smell of the sea, and the sight of a palace just a carriage ride away. Sailors were bustling around you, tying lengths of rope, dropping anchors, and you watched beside…your parents? 

Your estranged brother, Eric, you recognized. But your parents, they were always a hazy memory. You could still remember your mother’s laugh and the way you would stand on your father’s feet as he held you up and walked. Your childhood seemed so far away–so unreachable. 

But what were these visions plaguing you, and why did they feel more like memories rather than dreams?

[cheesysoup-arlo]

4th of July hangout with the gang

*everyone at Regina’s house*

Cady: THIS IS AWESOME *eating a hotdog*

Janis: *feet in the pool, eating a bag of chips and a hotdog*

Regina: my mom said we can go on the roof and watch fireworks if you guys want

Karen: omg I love your roof

Regina: just please stay away from the edge this time

Gretchen: oh my gosh yeah Karen almost fell off last year

Karen: *remembers then giggles* oh yeah

Aaron: *grilling more hotdogs and hamburgers*

Damian: Gretchen did you hear about *gossiping*

Gretchen: *listening intently*

Janis: cads, you gonna be ok with the fireworks? They’re pretty loud

Cady: oh um I think I’ll be ok

Janis: alright but remember you can always go sit inside if it gets to much

Cady: *nods* I brought my headphones just in case like you told me

Regina: who’s spending the night? I have room for all of you but I like a headcount

*everyone raises their hands*

Regina: D you can take the downstairs guest room, Aaron you can take the pull out bed in the living room, Karen and Gretch you can take the upstairs guest room, Cads you can stay with me and Janis in my room of course

Cady: *ketchup on her face* okie dokie *thumbs up*

Janis: *hugs Cady from behind*

Cady: hi *giggles*

Janis: hey, wanna go back in the pool?

Cady: ooo yes please

*cady and Janis go back in the pool, Damian and Gretchen continue to gossip, Aaron is eating and listening to Karen talk about random things, and Regina is just watching it all*

*this sun begins to set, Regina cleans up a little*

Aaron: should we start heading up to the roof?

Regina: yeah can you help everyone get up there? It’s through the attic

Aaron: yeah of course

*Aaron, Gretchen, Karen, and Damian head up to the roof*

Regina: Cady baby, you gonna be ok?

Cady: *mouth full of chips* mhm

Janis: I’m gonna stay inside, take some videos for me

Regina: of course babe, I know you don’t like the noise, kiss?

Janis: *smiles and kisses Regina* you’re so soft sometimes

Regina: oh shut up *blushing lightly*

Cady: I wanna kiss too please

Janis: aw come here honey *kiss*

Cady: *smiles* I love you

Janis: I love you too, and Regina

Regina: I love you both now let’s head to the roof baby

*regina and Cady get on the roof with the rest of the group while Janis gets out her headphones and her weighted blanket in Regina’s room*

*janis changes into one of Cady’s hoodies and Regina’s sweatpants, sits quietly, eating chips, watching her comfort movie, and sketching*

*the fireworks start*

Cady: *small yelp* woah

Regina: you ok baby? *concerned, wraps her arms around Cady*

Cady: *nods* mhm is it all going to be that loud?

Regina: yeah, do you want me to get your noise canceling headphones? do you wanna go inside?

Cady: headphones please *fidgeting a little*

Regina: ok I’m gonna text J to bring them

-Reggie- hey J can you bring cads headphones up

-J babe- 👍

Janis: *goes to the attic* here *hands Regina Cady’s headphones and comfort weighted lion plush*

Regina: thank you babe *half smiles, quickly going to the slightly panicked Cady*

Cady: *face lights up seeing the plush* Leo! *grabs the lion* thanks

Regina: *puts the headphones on Cady, kissing her forehead and holding her hand*

Cady: *more calmed down, enjoying the colors of the fireworks with out the overstimulation of the noise*

Regina: *recording the fireworks and a little bit of Cady and the group*

*as the fireworks come to an end for the most part, everyone decides to head back inside*

*they all exchange good nights and hugs*

Regina: *opens the door to her room*

Janis: *takes off her headphones* all done?

Regina: *nods*

Janis: *looks over at a very sleepy cady* hi

Cady: *waves* hi

Regina: we’re gonna get changed

Cady: then cuddle?

Regina: yeah baby then cuddle *chuckles lightly*

Janis: I’ll put on a movie for us

Cady: can it be a kids movie?

Janis: lion king?

Cady: *gasps excitedly* yes please

Regina: *laughs a little* get changed out of those outside clothes so we can lay down dork

*Cady and Regina get changed into pajamas, Regina wears a silk pajama set, Cady wears an over sized lion king t-shirt she keeps at Regina’s and some shorts*

*puts on the movie*

Cady: *happy stims* lion king lion king lion king *hugs her lion plush*

Janis: *eating sour gummy worms*

Regina: j babe I don’t like when you eat in my bed

Janis: but the fireworks are scary and I wanna sit with my girlfriends while I eat my gummies *pout*

Regina: ugh fine whatever just share them at least

Janis: yay *shares the gummy worms*

*the three of them enjoy the large bag of sour gummy worms and Lion King, Cady is the first to fall asleep*

Janis: pssst I thinks cads is asleep

Regina: mhm we should go to sleep too

Janis: *yawns* ok

Regina: good night babe

Janis: night night *yawns*

A/N: this writing style was the only way I could motivate myself to write and this took longer than I wanted to write especially given how short it is but I hope you enjoy and I’m really trying to get back into writing lol

[thats-my-passion-right-there]

Also we could have made it SO MUCH GAYER?!?

I finally saw the mean girls musical (the movie one) I have so many fucking thoughts oh my god

[yamirexic]

masterlist

band imagines:

chlorine (ville valo x depressed reader)

ivy (gerard way x reader) (smut)

marvel imagines:

lifeguard!bucky x reader: motel 6

twomp hc's:

you're argos's friend

you're in a poly relationship with mr plant and argos

you're mr plant's friend

argos on halloweenie

mr plant and argos on kill mas (xmas)

pov: argos has a headache

travelling with argos 'twa' (twomp):

episode 1: berlin

episode 2: tokyo

episode 3: madrid

poems:

sinister

skin and bone

emotion

luci

becky, regina or scarlett

playlists:

argos twomp playlist

violent (or not) songs of the day

ghoul songs of the day

monster high playlists #1 (feat. drac and frank)

monster high playlists #2 (feat. claws and ghouls)

monster high playlists #3 (feat. tora and boogeyman)

spell your username

scum love

spell your first name with songs from the artist you bought your last album from

splatoon 2 off the hook playlists

5 stages of grief (feat. Leftovers, Amy Winehouse and Måneskin)

anti christmas "kill mas"

songs of the day (sotd) #1

sotd #2

sarah lynn's debut album

sarah lynn's 2nd album

other posts:

birthday post

him doodles

hey, ur a real person?

commander west plush post

are you OK bro?

pick one. that's your new roommate

what's one technical device that dominated your childhood?

ville valo birthday post

cbf rule random post

100 followers

all I want for christmas is this!!!

kill mas school post

a hard take on todays music (pop and tiktok)

dyeing my hair cherry red

5 things that I'm grateful for

why I follow a cartoon fan blog xD

random facts

happy birthday Kurt Cobain!

200 followers!!!

dyed hair problems

hazbin hotel alastor, charlie, luci meme

first time using blinkies cafe

mcr song challenge:

day 1

day 2

day 3

day 4

day 5

day 6

day 7

day 8

day 9

day 10

day 11

day 12

day 13

day 14

day 15

day 16

day 17

day 18

day 19 & 20

day 21

day 22 & 23

day 24

day 25 & 26

day 27 & 28

day 29 & 30

music & sick of suburbia:

first sick of suburbia post on the official blog

solo raw demos #1

solo raw demos #2

I'm shocked

babydoll dress ep

with a twist of lemon (nirvana clip turned into a song)

new tracks on SC and Voloco

SoundCloud band account

tj_beastboy W1NNER rock cover

the spring break tapes

looking for band members (for diminished princess)

niffty song: bad boys

kids

[twinkleallnight]

False Truth-2

Book: TRR AU

Pairings: Drake x Riley, Drake x Olivia, Liam x Riley .

Word count:3075

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry.

Rating: Mature

Warning: mental health, mention of death.

Catch up here for chapter 1

A/N: Thanks a ton @lizzybeth1986 for holding my hand and bringing this to reality. This is a mini series of 6 chapters loosely weaved around themes for the days of drake-walker-appreciation week.

Prompt: Day2: Throwback @drake-walker-appreciation week

3 months ago……

Sirens blared through the roads as one ambulance after another zipped through the Capitol city of Cordonia. Olivia was  frantically driving her SUV, accelerating at a deadly speed towards the ruckus in the city. She wanted to reach the hospital, right now! The usually composed Duchess could not digest the blow of the phone call that she received an hour ago.

'The Crown Prince's convoy has been  attacked while heading to the palace from the airport. The prince and his chief of guards were reported injured. They have been rushed to the hospital.  Conditions currently unstable.'  

She had almost dropped her phone but her training had kicked in and she had rushed to the garage without waiting for any assistance. 

After driving for almost an hour, she hit the brakes, her vehicle screeching to a halt in the parking lot of the City hospital. 

She dashed to the ER but froze at the chaos she witnessed. There were shrieks and shrills, screams and shouts, wounded and attendings, cries and tears, pain and panic, all together overwhelming her senses. 

She tried to peer through the plethora of people in search of her husband, her friend….. maybe even a receptionist who could guide her. 

She caught hold of the nearest person in the hospital uniform. 

"Excuse me, I am looking for my husband, Drake Walker." 

The person filled her in quickly, "Ma'am, there was an attack on a whole convoy, we have thirteen injured and two deaths. I would suggest you to please connect with the front desk over there." 

She felt a chill run down her spine. 'Two deaths' her mind reverberated the words. With heavy steps, she crossed the distance to reach the desk. Her lips parted but her voice was choked. 'Two deaths?' she was questioning herself. Was she prepared for the worst? NO.NEVER! Her thoughts screamed back at her. 

She cleared her throat loudly enough to crush down her fears and to gain attention. She asked the relevant details. Thankfully, this time she was guided well till the entrance gates of ICU where Liam and Drake were being treated. 

Constantine and Regina were already seated there. They were holding each other's hands in silent prayers, waiting  to receive the news of the well being of their son. Olivia greeted them both with a downcast face and stood in a corner. They gave her a meek smile.

Moments passed to make minutes and minutes passed into hours. Nothing moved, except for the shuffling of  security around the royals. Savannah slipped in next to her sometime in between. But there was no effort to break the silence. Worried eyes met anxious ones, then shied away to hide their fear. 

After what seemed like ages, the glass doors slid open. The doctors stepped in the waiting area to let everyone know that things were under control. But, it was going to be a long road to recovery. 

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Present day ……

The ivorine winged-back chair looked tempting with plush cushions. Olivia lowered herself into the softness of the upholstery. Her hands rested naturally on the arms of the chair. She let her head relax back while her long porcelain legs pointed out. She closed her eyes and stretched out with a moan. 

"Feels better?" 

She wasn't ready for any intrusion yet. But that was the whole reason to visit this place. Her heart was stalling the process of greeting the person in front of her, but she knew time was precious. She opened her eyes with quite an unwillingness. She adjusted herself to prop up on the chair with modesty. "How I wish!" 

Her interviewer sat down on a sofa across the spacious room. She didn't understand why they needed such a big room when the conversation could have very well been conducted in a small office across a desk. Her eyes traversed the gap between them, creeping over the fine carpets, hopping across the center table, revolving around the coffee mug to land on the clipboard they held. The click of their pen demanded her attention back to the present. Now. Here. 

"It didn't go well?" The stream of questions started. 

She shook her head in defeat. Her eyes trained low on the rug, lest her audience could see the tears floating over her emerald orbs. 

"What did he say?" 

She swallowed thickly before replying, "It was as if he didn't care. As if he had not even read the letter." 

"Are you sure he read the letter?" 

" It was lying open on his table. No one else visited the room. So, yes, he did read it." 

"But he refused to acknowledge it?" 

"He stomped away as soon as I went into his room." 

"Did he call you or did you go on your own?"

" He was talking to someone again." 

"On the phone?" 

"No, his phone was on the stand." 

"So, whom do you think he was talking to?" 

Olivia turned her head to the side and let out a sigh. "It was her." She swallowed over the lump in her throat. "He called out her name, again and again and laughed like a maniac. It scared the hell out of me." 

"What else did u hear him say?" 

"I knocked on the door only when I heard his laughter and her name in his voice. I don't know what conspired between them, before that." 

"Between whom? Are you saying you believe there is a woman named Riley in Drake's life?" 

Olivia leapt ahead in her chair with a snarl. "What do you expect me to say?" 

"Whatever is coming to your mind. What you feel is the truth." A calm reply came. 

Olivia stomped her foot on the rug and stood up. " The truth is, I am losing him. Every passing day." She said through her clenched teeth. "He is living in a delusion."

She got up and went behind the chair to create a safe barricade between them as she faced her interrogator. She wasn't sure she could control her actions. She clutched the back of the chair hard and lashed out, "The truth is that damn accident snatched away everything from me. I lost my friend, my love...my husband, my peace of mind...my happiness. Everything! All I am left to do is, struggle day and night. I have to remind the only man in my life…. Of who he is and who I am."

She paused but her chest was heaving with the burden. She was puffing out hot air to calm herself. She dug her nails deeper into the leather. "This isn't helping Dr June!"

"Olivia, we have discussed this earlier too, there is no magic wand that I  can use and get you the results. It is a slow process and it needs a lot of patience, especially from your end." 

Olivia hung her head in despair. She had no other option. She had tried every possible measure to get Drake out of his dreamland. Dr June , psychiatrist and behavioral psychologist was her last resort after much research. She had helped relieve Drake from the nightmares that had followed after the accident. Drake was on the recovery path, though with a memory loss. Olivia knew better, so she composed herself and came back to take her seat. 

"Thank you." Dr June nodded. "Now, can you tell me any special moments that you had spent together? Just the two of you. A moment that you think may have a deep impact on Drake's mind. Some place that he may still remember is related to you?" 

"Lythikan rites." Olivia blurted out without a second thought. 

"What rites?" Dr June asked, confused.

"It's an old, obsolete tradition from my province, which has been illegal for half a century. The Lythikan Rite of Union. An unmarried couple traverses the icy peaks of the Alps and on the dawn of the thirtieth day, they are wed, their officiant being survival itself." 

"Interesting…" Dr June encouraged her to continue. 

"I was always fascinated with it. Two years ago, when we decided to get married, Drake decided to do it for me."

She spoke as if in a trance, reminiscing those moments. "The very next day that we started our journey, I was in a mess. I was frustrated to not have my lady in waiting to manage my tousled hair.

When he saw me struggling, he unfeignedly took my comb from my hands. He walked me to a small rock nearby and sat down on the rock, his legs firm on the ground. He then pulled me closer, my back flush with his chest and made me settle against him. He started releasing the knots in my hair. He gently raked his fingers through my tangles. He then delicately brushed it smooth." 

Her gaze shifted to Dr June. "Do you know, I have never felt so much loved ever. He made me feel special. My world had zeroed down on him at that moment." 

Olivia had a smile dancing on her lips, her eyes transfixed into a dtstant space, as she spoke again. "I had never seen him so jovial before. He was humming. Drake Walker was humming a song!... for me!...while he neatly interweaved my tresses into a braid. He then cupped my face and said, 'I like them this way, so that, I can drown into the oceans of your green eyes. Olivia Vanderwal Nevrakis, I love you more than my life. I don't want to say till death do us apart because I can never forget you even if this body fades away.' 

Olivia suddenly paused looking puzzled at Dr June . "He was never supposed to forget me, doctor. What went wrong?" Her pain broke out through her words. 

"We will find it out soon and correct it, Olivia."  She reassured her. " Until then remember what he did for you back then. He took good care of you."

 Olivia nodded in agreement, dwelling into the past. "It was cold for him, snowy, harsh, yet I had him, all the time, beside me.…..holding my hand." 

She peered through the lone window to her left. Her eyes were dreamy, looking far away across the greens of the landscape outside. Her voice was soft and low. "Our hearts felt exhilarated. Our bodies shared the warmth. Our minds had an adrenaline rush." 

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"It was cold…." Drake started narrating. "Snowy, harsh but it didn't matter to me. Riley was beside me……holding my hand. She said she felt exhilarated. And the warmth she felt with me would pull her through. She felt the adrenaline rush, she said." 

Dr June listened calmly. This was another session where Drake was imagining Riley, she was sure now. His description matched what Olivia had narrated earlier. Dr June had to be careful. 

Getting Drake into the sessions had been difficult enough. 

"Why am I here?" He would ask every time. 

"You met with an accident. You have a memory loss and I have been appointed by your kin, as your doctor." She would remind him of every appointment. 

"Oh!" He would look around disoriented and then just settle down for his family's sake.

Dr June knew one thing for sure, Drake would go to any extent for his family. But wasn't it the same for Olivia too? She was somehow washed away from his memory after the accident. And an unknown identity Riley had taken her place. 

The question was, who was Riley? Where did she come from? No one had ever heard of her. 

What Dr June had gathered from Drake was that Riley was a brunette as against his red-haired wife. She had honey brown eyes unlike Olivia's green eyes. She was dusky but Olivia was pale as a pearl. She was merely five feet as against Olivia's taller stature. Everything about Riley was in stark contrast to Olivia. 

Was Drake attracted to a different person altogether and was he done with Olivia? 

"I don't understand it." Olivia had repeated it umpteen times and Dr June always had tried to explain. 

" No one does, Olivia. We claim a lot in medicine, still, for the most part, the brain remains an unknown frontier. The human mind is a very complex area. Neuroscientists don't yet fully understand how information is processed by the brain of a worm that has few hundred neurons, let alone by the brain of a human that has 100 billion neurons. You never know where and how it gets jumbled up into a thick heavy ball that's impossible to untangle." 

Olivia stared at her in dismay. Dr June held her hand to show her support and give her some strength. "All we can do is TRY." 

And so they kept trying.

"Where is Riley from?" Dr June planned to test the waters in today's session, asking Drake the details of his imaginary girlfriend. 

 "New york." He answered casually. His thoughts seemed very well sorted. 

She further asked, "Where did you meet her?" 

"At a bar." That didn't give much detail. She anyway noted his answer. 

"How long have you known each other?" 

"Almost a year now." This was a surprise for her. Olivia did not even know and Drake claimed to know Riley for a year now. 

"Where does she stay?" 

"Here, with me." 

Dead end. She again hit a wall in her investigation. But today she had planned to dig deeper. So she continued, "Is she here with you today?"

"Yes, I requested her to wait outside." 

"Please bring her in." 

Drake got up promptly and opened the door to call her in. He came back a bit worried. "She is not there. Do you mind if I look around and get her?" 

"Sure. I will see you in ten minutes."

Drake wandered around the place for sometime while,in a neighboring room, Dr June filled in Olivia with the new information that she had. 

"New york?" Olivia tried to assimilate the newly received details. 

Dr June nodded. "Past one year." 

Olivia looked wide eyed. She started pacing the room.

Dr June asked, "Any accomplice who can throw some light on what his itinerary was like? Whom he met? Which places did he visit?" 

Olivia stopped and turned to Dr June. "He never visited New York. Past two years Drake has been busy managing the role of head of security guards here in Cordonia." 

"Hmm." Dr June pondered. They both stood in silence in their grappling mess. A knock on the door startled Olivia. She scurried behind the door before it opened.

Drake peeped in. "Dr June, I found Riley. She was in the gardens. I just came to inform you that we will be waiting for you in your counseling room."

"Sure, I will be there in a minute." Dr June forced a smile. 

Drake left. Dr June shifted her gaze to the left of the open door. Olivia had hid herself there and now she stood there stunned.  Riley was here. Again.   

Dr June took a deep breath and stepped ahead. She patted Olivia's shoulder in reassurance.  

"What are you going to do now?" Olivia questioned with teary eyes.

"Let's see. Maybe burst his bubble." 

As much as she wanted Drake to come back to reality, she didn't want to see him hurt and in pain. "He has been through a lot, Dr June. Is there no easy way?" 

"We are trying our best." She asserted and moved on. 

When Dr June entered her counseling room, Drake was alone sitting in his chair. She could judge his anxiety by his continuously shaking left leg. 

"Is Riley not joining us?" Dr June asked. 

"She started feeling dizzy and wanted some rest, so I sent her home. Maybe you can meet her later?" 

"Sure. Can I ask you something?" 

"Yes, please." 

"Sometime ago you mentioned your trip to the Alps. Do you remember any special moment you spent with Riley there that she really loved?" 

Drake smiled,"I hunted for her, I practiced making s'mores for her. "

"Something you still do for her and she misses?" 

Dr June observed the change in his demeanor. He was deep in his thoughts, his eyes had focused on the bouquet of red roses that brightened one of the dull corners of the room. 

"Her hair, they were always so bunched up. She still loves it when I comb and brush them for her." He was captivated when he uttered, " Her thick red mane! I just love them.. but i love them weaved into a braid. It shows her bright green eyes so clearly, you can drown in them." He smiled shaking his head.  

"You mean Olivia's hair." 

"No, I said Riley's." He looked at her suddenly with a jerk. 

"But you said red hair?" 

"No I did not! " He protested. 

"You just now  said 'her thick red mane." 

He stared at the doctor while she warmly looked at him and continued, "her thick red Mane, bright green eyes. 

Drake gave her a confused look. She tried to explain. 

 " It was Olivia with you, Drake. Always. All this time. Riley is… she is someone in your subconscious mind, playing games with your conscience. She is a figment of your imagination." 

Drake shook his head violently. 

" No, no, no!  That can't be." And he got up from his chair. "You are lying. You are all lying. You are trying to kill her. I won't let you. I will protect her. I promised, I will…" He ran out of the door. 

Olivia rushed in as soon as he left. "What happened, Dr June? Why was he running away like that? " 

Dr June replied, still staring at the door where he left from, a few moments ago. "He thinks Riley is in some danger. He wants to protect her, he said he promised he would." She then looked at Olivia. "Do you know whom he made promises as a chief of guard? To protect someone or to save someone?" 

Olivia pondered, " As a chief of guard he was answerable only to the king." She peeped out of the door and asked, "Do you think he can be left alone in this situation? I feel I should go after him. He may need me. " 

"Sure. We will meet later. Go." Dr June waved. Olivia turned around to leave, when Dr June called her. "And one more thing,Olivia…" 

"What is it?" Olivia looked back. 

"Somewhere deep inside, he still remembers you." 

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[vyrewolf]

I want to buy merch of regina george but everything thats out there is a millennial-core vectorized silhouette with a horrifically cringe quote like NO i want a little regina george plush or an acrylic keychain PLEASE

[steelfyre]

𓏲ּ  ֶָ  𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑠𝒕𝒗  ⁝         anya taylor joy,  26,  demi woman,  she / they.    announcing  the  arrival  of  alicent  of  house  lannister,  the  lady  of  lannisport.  whispers  among  the  court  name  them  to  be  both  shrewd  and  venomous  in  disposition,  and  those  closest  to  them  speak  to  their  interests  in  gossiping.  if  we  bards  could  compose  a  song  for  them,  it  might  tell  stories  of  a vision in silks of red and gold , sunlight caught in her hair , casting a long glance in the mirror before departing - not a hair out of place nor expense spared ; the smallest lioness lounging on a plush cushion but ears follow every noise and fangs hide behind saccharine smiles ; an unworn wedding gown locked away and collecting dust , a black dress and veil worn on the day instead ; your girlhood stood withered by reality - with your own hand , you bury it so a new flower grows , one in possession of thorns and a hunger for power.  the  seven  whisper  to  their  most  devout  queen  as  she  sleeps,  making  her  question  where  their  loyalties  truly  lie.  are  they  right  to  whisper?  for  their  loyalties  truly  lie  with  the lannisters.

basic information.

official name: alicent lannister. nickname: ali. noble title: lady of lannisport. date of birth: june 12th. age: twenty-six. birthplace: lannisport , the westerlands. home: lannisport. nationality: westerosi. gender: demi woman. pronouns: she / they. orientation: bisexual , biromantic. monikers: the jewel of the west / westerlands , little lioness. languages: the common tongue , fluent. knows some high valyrian. accent: a refined westerlander accent , sweet and smooth.

physical information.

faceclaim: anya taylor joy. ethnicity: andal. hair: blonde. eyes: emerald green. height: five foot , two inches. build: slender and lean. scent: tba. dominant hand: right. allergies: none. scars: none. distinguishing features: the traditional lannister look of golden tresses framing vivid , green eyes. her impeccable, fashionable attire. clothing style: tba.

personality.

positive: shrewd ,  magnetic ,  sociable , confident ,  clever , polished. negative: venomous ,  manipulative ,  haughty , materialistic , judgmental , selfish , devious. label: the mean girl, the it girl, the ice queen. mbti: estj - the executive. enneagram: 3w2 , the enchanter. element: fire. star sign: gemini. temperament: sanguine. moral alignment: neutral evil. character inspirations: regina george , miranda priestly , margaery tyrell. deadly sin: pride. heavenly virtue : patience. godly parent: hera.

drives.

hobbies: gossiping , gemstone and jewelry collecting , dancing , meddling in people's lives. religion: the faith of the seven. alliance: the lannisters , those of lannisport above all else. personal goals: to wed a powerful liege and one day become master of whispers. would they choose family or power?: power , for herself and then for her family.

family ties.

mother: ruling lady cerenna lannister. relationship: tba. father: lady cerenna's second husband, deceased. relationship: tba. brother: lord jaime lannister. relationship: tba. sibling: lord/lady/liege utp lannister. relationship: tba. cousins: house lannister of casterly rock. relationship: tba.

history.

the final child of lannisport entered the world screaming as if she was already demanding all of her parents attention. a trait that never faded. it was of little issue; alicent grew up never wanting for anything. the wealth of lannisport, not as great as their cousins but still worthy of awe, granted her all she desired from the best dresses to the finest jewels. in spite of being the youngest of the pride, expectations were no less high, only growing when lady cerenna saw much of herself in her youngest child. many would comment on how similar mother and daughter look but the similarities extended to temperament as well.

alicent quickly became their mother's shadow, following the ruling lady wherever she went. they did adore their father; he was who inspired her love for gemstones, a passion she never lost over the years, but her mother was who she wanted to emulate. as she grew, she did her best to mold herself into a daughter that her mother would be proud of, an aspiration the ruling lady encouraged, employing the same tutors and septas the family had for alicent's older siblings and also permitting alicent to accompany her on her travels, including to king's landing where court utterly charmed the lioness.

bliss was all they knew until her father fell ill. alicent's voice could be heard echoing through lannisport, demanding that the maesters save him or find someone who could but it was all in vain. their father passed. their mother appeared unaffected, and alicent tried mirroring her, leading to her coping with her grief in fragments and all alone.

her taste for gossip and whispers grew as she did. gathering them was surprisingly simple. on the surface, she looked like a perfect, dutiful lady but on the inside there was indeed something rotten about the lady of lannisport. joy was found in meddling, not always with good intentions, in the affairs of others. they'd whisper to their maids and have them spread rumors against those who upset them while smiling in their face, and she'd secretly listen to conversations or present herself as a confidant to garner more information. her actions garnered them an ever growing collection of gossip, treasured as much as her troves of jewels.

once upon a time, alicent did possess a softer side. they dreamed of a love like the songs and a spouse who would cherish and protect her. once upon a time, she believed she'd found that. she'd had many suitors, many desiring a piece of lannister wealth, but all paled in comparison to one man. he was charming, brave, and strong - everything her heart desired. from their very first meeting, the two had eyes only for each other and their courtship was one worthy of its own songs. the happiest day of alicent's life was the day he asked for her hand. it was to be eclipsed by the happiness of their wedding day.

the celebration was as grand as one would expect from the lannisters. before vows were even exchanged there was a large hunt. they bid their beloved farewell and good luck with a kiss; he returned to them covered in blood - a hunting accident. for alicent, lost in bliss, had forgotten that life was no song. the maesters rushed to save the young lord, and alicent didn't leave his beside. the wedding day came and went. the wound began healing only for a fever to take over. the song played familiar notes. it didn't how much she prayed; he passed with a week, alicent holding his hand when he drew his last breath.

a new coldness descended upon the lady of lannisport. externally, they remained constant: charming, sweet, and sociable. the perfect lady. the jewel of the westerlands. internally, however, her heart was encased in ice. thorns grew from their wounds. they swore they'd never allow such weakness to overtake them again. alicent knew that one day she would be expected to wed again, and she would for it was her duty, but any remaining longing for a great love was buried. when she wed, it would only be to increase her power - an outlook that soon shaped her entirely but remained carefully hidden.

headcanons.

very much charming and the image of a perfect lady on the outside but rotten to the core on the side. alicent's courtisies are polished, their smiles bright, and they know what words they need to say in each conversation, and despite often not meaning them, can speak them as if they are true.

but in truth, they look down on most people and are extremely judgmental. their kindness is nothing more than surface level. the minute a person doesn't benefit or please her anymore, she'll find a way to drop them from her circle, and if someone crosses her, she won't let it slide without retribution - ruining one's reputation via rumors is her favorite method of revenge.

can and will deliver the sharpest barbs with a smile. often views others inability to contain their hostilities, despite her attempts at bringing them about, as a sign of their inferiority.

extremely materialistic without any shame. alicent loves dressing up in the finest clothes and jewels their money can buy. they're known for their good style.

they also enjoy giving fashion advice ( and advice in general ) to others. whether she's sincere or not depends on the person.

also extremely spoiled. her mother and her still has a very positive relationship, and lady cerenna dotes on her youngest child, ensuring that almost everything alicent wants is obtained - but only for as long as they continue not disappointing the family.

has ruined other's reputations before and will do it again.

she becomes anxious when those she loves are out of her sight for long periods of time, particularly if they're off doing something dangerous. those she cares for being wounded/sick also makes her very agitated and enhances her demanding nature.

still wears the locket aren gave her as a betrothal present and keeps his portrait with her wherever she goes.