#s: emma the dog

[apricote]

[selfshipping-madness]

Bungo Stray Dogs s/i

Name: Emma Orczy.

Age: 19

Height: 5' 3"

Birthday: 9/23

Ability: The Scarlet Pimpernel.

Ability description: Her ability allows her to become any one whe sees. She's a perfect replica. All she has to do is act the part.

Backstory: Emma had heard of the renowned Armed Detective Agency before but never thought she'd ever end up joining them. She grew up a normal kid. She moved from America to Japan when she was just a baby. She was the only child of a middle-class family. Her life was nothing special. That was until a fateful encounter with Dazai and Atsushi. Dazai tried to convince Emma to commit double suicide with him, which started a conversation between Emma and Atsushi about his weirdo of a superior, and he mentioned the Detective Agency in passing. After that, they went their separate ways. Until a week later, when Emma and Atsushi's paths crossed again during the train bombing. Emma happened to see Atsushi save Kyoka. That lit a spark in Emma. She had been trying to get into the arts with no avail. Nothing was working for her. But seeing what Atsushi did made her realize her calling. She put in her application to join the agency, passed her test, and became an official member of the Armed Detective Agency.

Personality: Emma is stubborn and sassy, always speaks her mind, is loyal, helpful, and empathetic.

Relationship status: Taken with Akutagawa.

[historyhermann]

Spy x Family Season 2 Spoiler-Filled Review

Spy x Family is an action spy comedy based on Tatsuya Endo’s manga. It is directed and written by Takahiro Harada. The first season aired in two cours / parts from April to December 2022. Kazuhiro Furuhashi directed and wrote that season. Wit Studio and CloverWorks produce this series. The latter studio is known for Akebi’s Sailor Uniform, My Dress-Up Darling, In the Heart of Kunoichi Tsubaki,…

[heaven-s-black-box]

Travels- Dominos chpt.6

Return to File - GI File - TR File - SW File - BSD File

Recovery date: March 28th, 2023

Description: Aether and Lumine take a commission in the Chasm and twelve years later Hinata Tachibana dies as a result of the unchecked activities of the Tokyo Manji gang— all it takes is one domino to tip and the world order will collapse. With three parties unknowingly playing hide and seek with the devil, can the scales be tipped by Takemichi and friends?

Notes: While the entry is corrupted I lost steam there are still partial records, and therefore the entry may yet be recovered. I found part of chapter seven, so I might be able to write more if not finish it

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6

Word count: 750

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“Atsushi-kun, are you alright?” Kunikida asked, coming up beside the young man.

“Huh,” Atsushi startled, his chin slipping off his palm and nearly hitting the rail, “oh, yes, I’m alright. Why do you ask?”

“Kyouka-chan noticed you’ve been rather spaced out since we arrived at the docks.”

“Really?”

“You walked into a sign post—” Atsushi squealed, not noticing Kyouka had come up behind him from the upper deck, “and apologized to it.”

“Kyouka-chan! Don’t do that, please.” She nodded, but Atsushi knew that it wasn’t really something she did on purpose. “But, I guess I have been a little out of it,” he laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. Kunikida and Kyouka made no move to change the subject and waited for him to continue. “It’s just, the last time we took a job outside of Yokohama all of Kanto was evaporated.”

Kyouka hopped up onto the rail, facing in towards the ship and letting her legs sway with her remaining momentum, while Kunikda leaned forward and looked off into the distance. Caught between them, Atsushi turned to look out into the water with Kunikida. The idealist looked lost in thought, and Kyouka looked like she had moved on from the topic all together— now playing with the charm on her phone and watching the crew behind them.

For a moment Atsushi felt calmer, the smell of salt and the sharp sea breeze catching his attention, like telling someone his worries had eased his stress.

“Well at least this time we know about the proverbial bomb.”

Kunikda, Atsushi, and Kyouka leaned over the rail.

“Hello!” Dazai waved from where he was leaning out of a porthole on the lower deck.

“Dazai-san,” Kyouka asked, “why are you halfway out of the porthole?”

“Ah, I was trying to slip out and got stuck. Could you please push me out?”

“One day,” Kunikida grumbled, turning round and heading towards the stairs that lead below deck. “Just one day without his tomfoolery.”

---

Takemichi laughed as Karl once again hit Chifuyu in the face with his tail as Poe chased him around the deck, Mikey right behind him, trying to retrieve the cookie he’d stolen. The raccoon was faster, however, and scampered up the roof to sit on the antenna platform and eat his snack in peace. Draken let out a tired sigh, slinging his arm around Mikey’s front and dragging him back into the cabin before he could try and fight the rodent. Poe followed close behind, apologizing profusely and saying Karl normally wasn’t like that— not that Mikey was listening, too busy struggling against Draken and making a fuss.

“Think we’ll have time for some sightseeing?” Emma asked, picking the leaves off a strawberry.

“Probably, I mean we just need to talk to the armed detective agency, right?”

“But we can’t just walk up to them and say, 'hey we know how the world is going to end, listen to us,’ can we?” Hina asked, looking up at them with her arms folded in a pillow under her chin.

“Do we even know what they look like?” A loud, muffled voice asked.

Chifuyu and Emma turned to find that Mikey and Draken had come back out; Mikey had his face stuffed. He swallowed before taking another bite of the pastry in his hand and leaning against Emma’s chair.

Everyone turned to Takemichi with raised brows.

He tensed, looking around awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

“Takemichy?” Draken pushed.

“Naoto and I couldn’t find any record of which members were there.”

“I vote we demote Takemichi as leader of this operation,” Hina huffed.

“Agreed.”

“Wha- Do you have a better plan?!”

As the group descended into argument, Poe took a peek out of the cabin; Karl had returned to his shoulder. He watched them quietly for a moment before slipping back in and taking a  seat on the couch, leaning on his knees and resting his face in his hands.

“Karlll,” the raccoon jumped from his shoulder to the table in front of him, “I know Ranpo-kun said not to say anything but they’re going to kill each other before we get to Liyue.”

Karl chittered.

“But I’m sure Ranpo-kun has a plan and I can’t be the reason it goes wrong!”

Karl tilted his head and chittered again.

“He-he wouldn’t do that, would he? Why not just tell me to tell them!”

With a look of disappointment on his face, Karl chittered in response.

“Oh… that does sound like something he would do.”

[scudslut]

em's masterlist/guidelines

fluff - 𐙚 || smut - ♱ || angst - ✾

➳ Daryl Dixon

one-shots: sins and honey flavored sweetness 𐙚 ♱ ✾ heartsease 𐙚 ♱ a summer wasting 𐙚 midnight refreshments 𐙚 a new years surprise 𐙚 ♱ lazy mornings 𐙚 stay with me 𐙚 ✾ too sweet ♱

drabbles: taste me ♱ head w/ daryl 𐙚♱ daryl’s uncut ♱ s4 daryl 𐙚 ♱ ✾

cannock chase 𐙚 the look of love 𐙚

➳ Scud Frohmeyer

one-shots: take me however you want too ♱

drabbles: cockwarming w/ scud ♱ scuds a slut (canonically) ♱

➳ My Edits

normy's bday dhl burn, burn, burn new bottega

please send requests!

About Me!

em | 21 | gemini

hi everyone! this is so long awaited (i’m legit so lazy) but finally i have a masterlist/about me!

╰─▸ my names emma, i’m obviously in love w daryl dixon/norman reedus. i love to write and make edits — u guys should totally follow my tiktok account @mrsemmadixon or otherwise known as scudslut;)

i met norman jdkskajajs at the nyc comic con 2023, he signed the back of my phone case, i’ll actually die on a fucking hill. yes, he’s just as godly in person.

in my day to day life i work with animals 10 hours a day, they are my main passion aside from writing and whatnot, so if i post a photo of a really cute dog i met, that’s why lmao.

i have 2 cats right now, my baby lily i got last year and sophie who i’ve had since i was a kid. typically we rescue all our animals!

i deal with extreme anxiety and depression from a major accident that happened in my life a few years ago (so if i don’t respond or have trouble posting sometimes… that’s why and i really hope everyone understands.)

I love, love, love music. I play the piano and guitar, probably not very good but who cares. some of my all time favorite artists are.. and here we go on a rampage... deftones, cigsaftersex, wheezer, nirvana, mac, frank, lana, djo, catpower, the vines, dinosaur jr, labi siffre, the kills, tom odell, strokes, velvet underground, kendrick, norah jones, red hot chilies, the smiths, billy idol, the cure, no vacation, mazzy star, fleetwood, empire of the sun, pinegrove, otis redding, neil young, etta james, summer walker, motley crue, guns'n'roses, foo fighters, biggie, shady, nelly, jay-z, $uici$ide boys, gucci... and so much more, my music taste is actually bipolar.

on that note, i actually have a playlist for daryl + norman (music he reposts/i think he’d like) lmk if u want me so share them.

i’m canadian

my parents are both extreme alcoholics, so i suffer from a multitude of childhood traumas as well as current ones. we love it here!:) but id like to think i relate to daryl in some sense, if its the only comfort i get from it.

i could live off of pasta, watermelon and coffee alone

i spend my time either at my job, reading, writing, editing or spending time with some close friends.

and that’s pretty much me!:)

please feel free to ask me questions or request fics, i will absolutely love to do them! (as long as they follow guidelines) if your unsure, just message me to clarify!

My Guidelines:

absolutely no rape/SA/even slight connotations of it.

no incest.

hitting, slapping, or any extreme violence during play, is a no.

age play - i will dabble in this but nothing major where reader is barely an adult. the most i’ll do is early/mid 20’s and daryl is his canon age.

oh yes, and i will write for all norman reedus characters! if you want someone else, messsage/ask me!

gifs/dividers from @cafekitsune

© scudslut - all works are my own. please do not steal, copy, translate or modify any of my work!

[islakaliko]

— Another two ?

disclaimer: a/b/o universe, alpha john price, male omega reader, very self indulged, m!preg

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The house was full.

Kids ran down the hall like it was a racetrack. Emma was arguing with James over who got to choose the next movie, Isabella had glitter glue somehow on the dog, and little William had fallen asleep mid-snack with a juice box still tucked under his arm. Benjamin was just yelling for the sake of it, which was pretty on-brand.

Amid the chaos, the pack—Soap, Ghost, and Gaz—had retreated to the kitchen like war veterans hiding out in a bunker. Tea in hand, slightly overwhelmed, deeply amused.

And then John walked in, casually sipping his drink.

“We’ve got news.”

Soap immediately tensed. “If it’s another pet, I swear—”

“It’s not,” John said. He paused, glancing toward the living room, where (y/n) was curled up on the couch, hand resting over the soft curve of his belly. He was glowing again.

It wasn’t hard to miss the subtle bump—not with the way his shirt stretched over it now, and certainly not with how gently he kept rubbing it like instinct.

Ghost raised an eyebrow beneath his mask. “…He’s pregnant again.”

Gaz blinked. “Already?”

Soap sputtered. “Again?! Already? Mate—how many kids is that now?!”

“Luna and Mia will make nine,” John said, as casually as if he were reciting a grocery list.

Soap dropped his tea. Gaz actually swore under his breath. Ghost was absolutely silent—but the slow blink said it all.

Then came the stampede.

Oliver had heard. Of course he had. At 13, he was practically the co-parent half the time. He walked into the room with crossed arms, suspicious.

“You serious?”

John nodded once.

The younger ones trailed in behind him. Emma’s eyes were already wide. “Another baby?”

“No,” (y/n) said, smiling softly as the kids crowded around. “Two. Twins.”

A beat.

Then—

James: “Again?!”

Isabella: “Are they girls or boys?”

Benjamin: “Can I name one?”

William: “I WANT SNACKS!” (mostly unrelated, but passionate)

Oliver stared at them all, then turned to John. “Dad, you’re so lucky Papa's the patient one.”

John chuckled. “You’re not wrong.”

Soap collapsed into a chair dramatically. “You two are like rabbits. You know that, right?”

(y/n) laughed. “We… sort of knew it was a possibility.”

Gaz leaned over to gently fist-bump (y/n)’s shoulder. “You’re a saint.”

Ghost finally stepped forward, arms crossed, mask unreadable. Then, with a quiet voice, he said, “They’re going to be loved. Just like the rest of them.”

(y/n) smiled—soft and proud. “Yeah. That’s all we want.”

Later that evening, Soap was the one sitting cross-legged on the floor, reading to Benjamin. Gaz was building some chaotic Lego tower with James and Noah. Ghost stood by the window, holding a sleeping William with surprising ease.

And John?

John sat beside (y/n) on the couch, hand resting over the small swell of his belly where two new heartbeats fluttered.

“Still want a big family?” (y/n) teased gently, leaning into him.

John kissed the top of his head.

“Every loud, chaotic, incredible second of it.”

[frostedsugarcookiehearts]

✂ ┈ then i hope they slept together, (oh, the less i know the better).┈

⚲ junior year, your dorm. present day.

a snort escaped your lips. "you're not cutting your hair, dalgeish."

oh, but he was. charlie was dead set on shaving his fucking head because the basketball team had made it to state, and to hit the nail on the coffin, to dye his blond as well. a bleached buzz. because "that's what his buddies were doing" and "team spirit's important, michelangelo!"

you wrestled charlie (which was an arduous task because of how beefy he'd gotten from basketball) out of the doorway and barked, "sit down." you firmly pointed to the couch.

charlie looked around, presumably to see if anyone was about to see him crumble into pieces at two words, and then politely sat, looking up at you expectantly.

an art major with an interest in hairstyling, you were apalled at charlie's idea that he was going to chop off his beautiful, long brown locks. "you can't shave your head!" you stammer, putting your hands on his shoulders and shaking him harshly. "pleaseplease, charlie!"

he frowned. "but me and the team are gonna cut our hair short... for state..." he mumbled weakly, flashing his signature puppy dog eyes at you.

"well..." your brow furrowed as you studied charlie's expression. he had a determined look on his face, his jaw tilted upwards and his gaze unflinching. "let me cut it, then. if you have to."

charlie blinked. "really? you'd do that for me?"

"sure," you sigh, putting a hand on his back and leading him into your bathroom you shared with your roommate, emma.

he lit up like a kid on christmas. the benefits of having a best friend who had a knack for cutting hair was a good haircut every single time. and, of course, if they fucked up your hair, you could always make them regret it.

but charlie trusted you. maybe because he was fascinated by your hair. long and brunete, which he'd peel back to find the blonde and pink pieces under it, like a little surprise. often, when you two were sitting on the couch (you scribbling away in your sketchbook, him stretching his legs out after practice), he'd run his fingers through your hair.

"hey, michelangelo. ya think you could do my hair like yours?" an easy grin spread across his face as he wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulder, giving you a noogie.

you scoffed, but a smile wormed its way onto your face. "no way. you couldn't pull it off." charlie chuckled. "can you grab that chair for me?" you gesture to your desk chair, adjacent to your desk covered with ink smudges and half-finished easels.

he nodded, scooping up one of the chairs and holding it on his shoulder. "where d'ya want it?" he chirped, placing it down right in front of the sink, as you said.

"sit," you smiled, patting the chair gently as he immediately tossed himself onto the swivel chair. "okay, so, how short do you want it? i can't give you a buzzcut, though. 's morally wrong." as you chatted to him, you absentmindedly ran your hands through his hair, ruffling it up as to envision what you were about to chop off.

charlie put a finger to his chin, tapping gently. "short, but a little left on the sides and the front. can you do that, barber?"

giggling, you nodded. "mhm." your hand turned to the left, turning on the gushing noise of your kitchen sink. your fingers dipped into the dripping water, testing out the temperature. it was lukewarm, maybe on the warmer side.

you picked up a pair of kitchen scissors and started hacking away, pausing every few minutes to tilt his head or change your position. eventually, after about an hour, your masterpiece was done.

charlie lifted his head out of the sink, shaking his head like a wet dog and running his fingers through his hair to fluff it up. he glanced over his shoulder, staring at himself in the mirror. his hair framed his face now, and he looked much more clean and put together.

"wowza, michelangelo. you actually did..." he paused, his mouth moving but no words coming out. "great. thank you." he turned to you, the smile on his face as big as ever.

it reminded you of when you first met him.

divider credits @cafekitsune

athlete!charlie belongs to @slimeypaws !! go check jay out please <3 what a lovely guy

[apricote]

[turbulentscrawl]

Since the topic of body hcs and body hair hcs overall...may I ask what do you think survivors smell like? I've seen some people differ and I just wanna know your thoughts ;w;

Also, we've gotta be honest. They *will* stink at times, specially after matches. But hey that's only but natural so *shrugs*.

They definitely smell more distinct than I think we'd be used to in general, yeah. And I DON'T think most of them smell unique enough to say how they're different from others, specifically, but there are a few things to consider, if we're looking at it a little more realistically:

More regular cleanliness was becoming normal in the 1800s, when most of the survivors were from, but the actual frequency of bathing varied by class and career. Showering daily still was not common until the 1900s, though. Even without any concerns about water supply in the manor, I would imagine most of them average a full clean-up maybe twice a week? A little more for those who get into actual filth on their days off. (looking at Emma, since she digs in the dirt and spend a lot of time outside.)

Deodorent was not invented until 1888, and didn't become popular until the 1930s or so. And most early deodorents didn't come with much in the way of additional scents, rather they just killed bacteria that caused excess body odors. Most of the people in the manor would not have used this, except perhaps the latest arrivals like Frederick and Alice. Instead, before deodorant, people took steps like shaving their underarms to prevent more sweat and bad scents, and used products like perfume and talcum powder to freshen up and get rid of odors.

Fancier soaps were around in the 1800s, but were used sparingly and economically. The lower class especially would have made their own ashen lye soap to bathe and wash their clothes. (Which, if you've never smelled unscented lye soap, is not pleasant to the nose imo. It's a bit of a pungent chemical smell, mixed with the scent of whatever the soap base was, which was usually lard and olive oil.) More expensive soaps could have been made from things like almond oil, coconut oil, or goat's milk, plus herbs or extracts for something much better smelling.

There's not a ton of hard labor to do in the manor, which would keep some people from working up so much of a sweat, but there's not likely an AC there. On the plus side, I don't imagine there's too much weather fluctuation in the manor for the sake of keeping the passage of time as confusing as possible, which also means it's not getting too hot. Most of the temperature changes you experience would be on the maps. I also don't think a lot of the Hunters would sweat! Any of those who have been dead and were brought back probably don't perspire anymore, though they may have the slightest hint of something off about them.

In short...yeah there's definitely more BO than we're used to in most modern settings. Most of the people in the manor are going to smell pretty natural--which won't always be offensive to the nose, mind you, since they say the smell of someone who's right for you will smell GOOD--plus some talcum/baby power or perfume scents to 'soften the blow' a bit. (Though it wasn't really in fashion to DROWN yourself in perfume by most of these peoples' time, so I think only a few people might lay it on too thick. Mary or Vera, for instance.)

And some people probably maintain very small scent hints about their professions or lives before the manor, just to distinguish them up close. Luchino has a touch of carbolic acid on his clothes, from sterilizing tools in the lab. Norton still smells of coal and minerals, just a touch. Victor smells a bit like sun-heated dog due to walking around outside all day with Wick, and Ithaqua like snowy pine trees from his years wandering and guarding winter woods. You get the idea.

I won't say who I think smells the worst or the best because that;s just too subjective--especially since I've revealed I don't like the smell of lye which is probably what most of them would have used LOL. But I'm definitely not one to say 'let's fully suspend our disbelief and say Naib smells freshly showered and uses Old Spice 😜'.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Tokyo Revengers Masterlist:

Headcanons:

Rindou Haitani w/ a Good Girl Girlfriend (Rindou)

Izana Kurokawa w/ a Good Girl Girlfriend (Izana)

Fem Reader Trying to Flirt with Ran and Rindou Headcanons (Ran, Rindou)

Day with Mikey Headcanons (Mikey)

Tenjiku's Views on Women (Tenjiku)

Izana, Chifuyu, Haitani Brothers, and Kazutora Reacting Getting a Kiss on Their Cheek and Leaving a Lipstick Stain on Them (Izana, Chifuyu, Ran, Rindou, Kazutora)

Taiju, South, Muto & Keizo w/ a Strong, Fem! Reader Who Can Carry Them (Taiju, South, Muto, Keizo)

Oldest Siblings Club (Oldest Siblings)

Izana, Kakucho, Ran, and Rindou x Reader: Do the Huapango Dance (Izana, Kakucho, Ran, Rindou)

Rindou and Ran Haitani withS/O Who Spends Less Time with Them (Rindou, Ran)

Izana Kurokawa, Kakucho Hitto, and Shuji Hanma's Ideal Types (Izana, Kakucho, Hanma)

Izana, Ran, and Rindou w/ a Fem Reader Who They See Dance for the First Time (Izana, Ran, Rindou)

Pet Store Trio Falling for a Fem Reader Who Works Near Them (Chifuyu, Kazutora, Baji)

Mikey and Chifuyu Relationship Headcanons (Mikey, Chifuyu)

Young Baji in Love (Baji)

Ran Haitani and Izana Kurokawa with a Video Game Loving Girlfriend (Ran, Izana)

Baji with a Reader Who Takes Care of Her Siblings (Baji)

Mikey with a S/O Who is Good at Mechanical Stuff (Mikey)

Jealous Mikey Headcanons (Mikey)

Ran and Rindou Haitani Dealing with a Crazy Fan (Ran, Rindou)

Baji, Draken, and Mikey as Vampires (Baji, Draken, Mikey)

Baji, Mitsuya and Draken Helping Out a Female Reader When They Feel Uncomfortable (Baji, Mitsuya, Draken)

Chifuyu Matsuno Turning into a Dog (Chifuyu)

Chifuyu, Draken, and Baji with a S/O Who is Obsessed with “Love and Deepspace” (Chifuyu, Draken, Baji)

Fics:

Trust in Some (Mitsuya)

Don’t Worry (Chifuyu)

Save You (Kazutora)

I’d Do Anything Just to Be Able to Hold Your Hand (Emma x Draken)

Gang Girl (Rindou)

Nothing to Worry About (Mikey)

All You Wanted (Mikey)

The Only Thing That Mattered (Chifuyu)

No More Monopoly (Baji, Platonic Chifuyu, Platonic Ryusei)

Your Own Little Shōjo (Baji)

Fifteen Minutes (Baji)

Never Hurt You (Hanma)

I'll Find You (Mikey)

At Least They Liked You (Mikey)

Bang (Kazutora)

Romeo and Juliet (Mikey)

Stay Away (Mikey)

Polka Dot Wrapping Paper (Chifuyu)

[mrsevans90]

Puppy Love

Captain Syverson x OFC Emma Miller Part 18

Summary: Austin Syverson has returned to Texas after retiring from the military and starts his own contracting business. Syverson is used to being alone and thinks he prefers it that way. While at work he stumbles upon an injured and abused puppy. When he meets the new veterinarian in town, Emma Miller, he is immediately smitten with her. It turns out Emma has some baggage of her own. Will they be able to make it work? Or is it just a case of fleeting puppy love?

Pairing: Henry Cavill as Captain Austin Syverson x OFC Emma Miller 

Warnings: FLUFFY LOVE!!! MAJOR SMUT, Sex outdoors, public sex, fingering, squirting, P in V intercourse, innuendos, language, romantic love making.

MINORS DNI! Must be 18+

I do not authorize any copying/pasting, stealing of my work, or using my words as your own. 

This story is not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

A/N: I am an imperfect person who makes mistakes. All that I ask is to please be kind and if you enjoy it then please comment and REPOST! I appreciate any love, comments, and reposts more than you could know. Thank you for reading!

Part 17

As usual, I wake up well before any alarm I’ve set has the opportunity to start ringing but today I lay in bed. I’m keyed up, feeling similar to how I did in the army before a big mission. I hate that her side of the bed is empty, but Emma’s mother insisted that we sleep separately the night before our wedding. All of the women were at the hotel together, so I couldn’t even sneak in as she was sharing a room with her best friend.

Our wedding. It’s finally here.

Emma didn’t want to wait too long, and between Nana and Diana, the wedding planning became a full event that those two spent every waking hour on. Emma had input and veto rights, but with her busy job she couldn’t devote a ton of time to small details so she let my grandmother and her mother do the heavy lifting.

“All that matters at the end of the day is that I become Mrs. Austin Syverson. Everything else is just details. I’ll definitely have to reign them in at some point though.” Emma told me the next day in bed in Jamaica after we got engaged. We were discussing what she wanted and she said she was happy to have Nana and Diana help plan. She just wanted something classic and outdoors. She of course wanted to choose her dress and she wanted the dogs to be involved somehow. We laid there that night in bed talking about our future and Emma’s smile was just radiant. I lie in bed knowing I won’t get back to sleep before my mind jumps to my second favorite memory of the Jamaica trip, the first being her accepting my proposal.

**Flashback**

The morning after our engagement, I wake up and see Emma still naked and wrapped in the luxurious sheets. Her hair a mess and her lips slightly parted as she sleeps soundly. Her left hand draped delicately over her sheet covered breast catches the light peeking behind the curtains and illuminates the diamonds on her ring. I smile to myself before tossing on some boxers and making myself a cup of coffee from the coffee maker that they provided in the suite. I quietly kiss Emma’s ring, then her forehead before making my way to the balcony to drink my coffee. I sit outside for a while enjoying the view and replaying Emma’s reaction to my proposal in my head when I hear the French doors to the balcony crack open. I turn to see Emma wrapped in nothing but the white bed sheet, her hair still curled from last night but now slightly mussed from sleep as she squints into the brightness of the sun. She gives me the sexiest, sleepy smile and walks further on the balcony closing the doors behind her. Instead of sitting on one of the many chairs available, Emma makes her way directly to my lap and climbs up.

“Morning, Sugar. Sleep good?”

“Mmm.. very good. How about you?”

“I always sleep best with your naked body wrapped up against me, Darlin’.”

She leans in and presses a gentle kiss against my lips. 

“We’re getting married, Sy.”

“We sure are, Sugar. You excited?”

“The most excited. I can’t wait to be your wife.” She smiles and I feel the blood rush to my cock.

“Mm! I like the sound of that. My little wife.” I smirk at her and waggle my eyebrows.

“There’s something wrong though.”

“What’s that, Darlin?” 

“We haven’t completed our mission.” She whispers sultrily and drops the sheet from under her arms to expose her perfect breasts which immediately causes me to groan and reach for them.

“Well, we can’t have that now, can we? As mission leader and your captain, we need to rectify this problem immediately.” I grunt and thrust my erection against her still covered core before grabbing the back of her neck and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. 

“Now, you gotta stay quiet unless you want us to get caught, ya understand?” I grunt in her ear and she nods.

“Words.”

“Yes, Captain. I understand.” She breathes and I rip the sheet as tactically as I can from her, exposing her naked body to the outdoors. I lift her gently to remove my boxers and kick them off of my ankles before setting her back down in my lap and grinding against her. Emma’s nipples are hard and she grabs my jaw and kisses me heatedly as she grinds herself against me. My hands reach down and grab each ass cheek harshly as I slide my cock through her folds, collecting her arousal which is readily available.

“You’re fucking soaked, Sugar. You like the thought of being caught out here naked?” 

“Ah! Yes.” She all but moans when my tip bumps against her clit. 

“Naughty girl. Anyone could look up and see your perfect body riding against mine right now.”

“Mmmmhmm.” She mewls as her juices actually drip down onto my lap. I like this new kink I’ve discovered about my bride.

With one hand grasping her tit, I take the other and shove a finger inside her core, quickly followed by a second causing her to moan louder than I had expected. 

“Quiet now, Darlin’. I don’t need everyone watching my girl’s perfect body fall apart.” I smirk as I swat her ass and watch her back arch as she starts fucking herself on my fingers. Fuck, she’s so wet and warm. The sun behind her illuminates her tanned skin as she rides my fingers and I’m hard as a rock.

“Aus…I’m” is all she’s able to say before she’s squirting her climax down on to me. Her eyes are clamped shut with her hands gripping my shoulders as she arches her back and moans so sexily while I continue pumping my fingers into her to help her ride it out. I bite my lip and even have to force myself to keep my eyes open as this view is something I want to replay over and over in my mind, while also trying to keep from blowing my load without ever being touched. I pride myself on my stamina, but this ethereal woman makes me feel like a teen going through puberty. Precum is leaking steadily out of my erection and I’m taking deep breaths to keep myself from coming just from the sight in front of me. Fuck porn, this image is spank bank material for the rest of my life. Emma’s eyes reopen and she leans forward planting a dirty, wet kiss on me before lifting up, positioning herself, and sliding down on my cock. We groan together because she is so wet that even though she’s extremely tight I slide in easily. Emma doesn’t even take time to adjust before she lifts up and starts riding me. I plant my hands on her hips to help her and start sucking her nipples in my mouth as she tugs at the short strands of hair that have grown out on my head. 

“After that show, I’m not going to last as long, sweetness.” I tell her and she leans down to kiss me again.

“You’re so fucking hot, Austin. I can’t wait for you to fill me with your babies and make me a mama.” She says with the most seductive smirk as she flips her hair to the side and I growl at her dirty talk. Fuck, she’s giving me a breeding kink that I never used to have.

“Fucking hell, babygirl. You want me to fill you up again?” I grunt and she nods. Without a word, I lift her off of me and bend her towards the balcony railing. Thank God we are on the 4th floor and it’s still early so lots of people are still at breakfast and not out yet. 

“Hands on the railing.” I grunt in her ear and she pushes her perfect ass out. I spread her cheeks and grope her before spearing her back on my cock and fucking her, hard. I reach under her and grab onto her breasts that are bouncing from my arduous thrusting and pick up my speed. The thrill of being caught is exhilarating and I swear, Emma’s arousal is dripping down her thighs.

“My sweet, naughty girl.” I growl as I grab onto her shoulder and wrap her hair around my wrist to continue pounding into her. Emma’s sweet breathless mewls show me that she’s close but trying to remain quiet for me. I reach down and thumb her clit and feel her pussy flutter around me helplessly.

“Cum on my cock, Sugar. Let me feel you.” I grunt and moments later she shatters apart, gripping the railing to keep herself from collapsing as I also find my release and spurt my hot cum inside her walls. I grunt probably too loudly but, in my euphoria, I don’t care anymore as I fantasize about getting her pregnant right now. We rest for a moment before I pick up the discarded sheet, wrapping Emma up and pulling her back down into my lap. I do a quick glance and don’t see anyone gawking and staring so I think our tryst was successfully completed.

*RING! *RING! *RING!

The alarm suddenly lets out a shrill ring, startling me from my pornographic flashback and once again I am alone in our bed, but now with an erection that I want nothing more to take care of but I force myself to wait until tonight. I shut the offending alarm off before wiping my hand down my face, stretching and heading toward the bathroom to brush my teeth. I decide to send Emma a picture of myself smiling with the dogs and a text.

Sy: <attachment>

Happy wedding day, Sugar. I sure can’t wait to see you today. I love you.

Emma quickly returns the text with a picture of her in silk button up pajamas and messy hair and I wish I could touch her.

Future Mrs. Syverson: <attachment>

Happy Wedding Day, Baby!! I can’t wait to see you and become your wife. I love you so so much! Check in your dress shoes for a present from me! ❤️

I head back upstairs to my closet and take my shoes from the shoe rack to see a small gift box tucked into my left shoe. I open it to reveal a really nice Bulova watch with a note. 

I find myself smiling at her words as I slide my new watch on my wrist. I have to admit, it looks really good. I quickly send her a text back.

Sy: Sugar, you got me the nicest gift I could have gotten. Thank you, Darlin’, I love it. Nana should be there with your gift shortly. Hope you like it. I love you.

I knew Nana would be on her way within the hour and had promised to deliver the earrings that my mom had left to me before she passed away. They were pretty little diamond drop earrings that had a pearl at the base. She wore them on her wedding day as a gift from Nana and PawPaw and she said even though her marriage didn’t work, they represented the love of her family. I sent them along with a note for Emma.

After a cup of coffee, Walter shows up and we head over to a diner for a late breakfast. He’s my only groomsmen, as Emma only wanted one bridesmaid, choosing her best friend Cassie from Alabama who I’d met several times when they video called each other. She was an extremely nice girl, redheaded and somewhat shy compared to Emma but I was happy that she came down yesterday and they got to spend the day together doing girly things in preparation for the wedding today. 

“So, how you feelin’ today man? Nervous?”

“Nah, I’m excited. I would have taken her to the courthouse months ago but I wanted her to have the wedding she’s always dreamed of.” 

“I’m glad you found her. She’s a really great girl and God knows how she puts up with your stubborn ass.” Walt jokes but I have to agree. 

“She’s one of a kind, that’s for sure.” 

“I thought you’d have the wedding at Nana and PawPaw’s ranch.”

“That was initially the idea but her mother and Nana convinced her there wasn’t enough room. Emma found the big field near first Baptist down there on main, and loved the idea of getting married in front of that massive oak tree so that was what it changed too.”

“Anything we need to do to help set up?”

“Nah, I already tried that. Nana hired the ranch hands to help out for the day. She said, and I quote, ‘Your only job is to arrive clean, in your suit, and on time. I don’t need you messing up our vision.’”

Walt laughed so loud he startled other customers as I shook my head at my Nana’s antics.

“Well, want to head back to the house and watch a game with a beer before we need to get ready? 

“Absolutely.”

We head out to my truck and head back to my house.

“Emma tells me I’ll like her friend, Cassie a lot.” Walter says subtly.

Oh Emma, trying to set up her best friend and Walt because she wants everyone happy and in love. Matchmaking even on her wedding day.

“I’m sure you will.” I smirk at Walt who tries to act uninterested.

“All I know is that she’s a pretty redhead, who seems a bit shy. She is a graphic designer but I can’t remember where she works. Her and Em have been friends since preteens.”

“Good to know.” Walt nods continuing with his indifferent bluff.

About two hours later, I got a call from Nana saying that Emma loved the earrings and couldn’t stop crying while reading my letter. She already had the earrings on and was excited to wear them with her wedding gown. I felt proud that she appreciated the gift and it made me feel like mama was here with us in spirit. I’m confident that she and Emma would get on like peas in a pod.

My brother, Mark and his family came from Tennessee and would be staying at Nana and PawPaw’s house. I was happy when they came to visit and I got to meet the newest addition to our family, my 3-month-old nephew, Liam. Lucy their daughter would be our flower girl today and was an absolute ball of energy chasing Mills throughout the house. It was really enjoyable getting to catch up with them since we hadn’t been around each other in a while.

Several hours pass and I’m in my dress uniform headed over to the Baptist church with Walt. The girls were getting ready there, thanks to Nana’s membership, so that they could remain unseen before the ceremony. Everything looked incredible, and I had to hand it to the ladies that Emma would love it. Rows and rows of white chairs lined perfectly facing a flowered archway in front of the massive oak tree that had twinkling lights hanging from it. I had to take a deep breath as I saw Emma had framed my favorite portrait of my mom, and had the frame sitting in the front seat of rows of chairs. Effectively ensuring that I knew my mother’s presence was there with me. Seeing the set up made me more excited than ever to see my girl walking down the aisle towards me.

Finally, it was time. I stood at the end of the makeshift aisle with the officiant and Walter as many family and friends that I knew, and several from Emma’s hometown that I didn’t know sat in the chairs facing me. Walt had Aika on the leash with him as Cassie had Mills on the leash with her. Emma had been adamant about training him to behave for him to be at the ceremony. We all chuckled as Lucy threw flowers on the ground, and dumped the remaining flowers from her basket directly in front of the officiant before scuttling over to sit with Mark. The music switched to a romantic piano tune as the officiant called for the audience to rise and I watched as Emma emerged on her father’s arm. She was absolutely stunning in a tight-fitting white gown that hugged her figure perfectly. Her hair in delicate curls with white roses tucked in it, while holding a large bouquet of matching flowers. My favorite shy smile was across her face as she walked closer towards me down the aisle. I have never seen anything so beautiful in my life. I slightly shake my head as I can’t believe this beautiful, perfect woman was going to be mine forever.

All rights and credits go to the owner of these photos

As we joined hands and repeated our vows after the officiant, I never took my eyes off of Emma. She is easily the most radiant and incredible person, I’ve ever known. After exchanging our rings, the officiant pronounced us husband and wife. As the crowd clapped and cheered, I wrapped my arms around Emma and dipped her backwards in a passionate but appropriate kiss. Emma smiled ecstatically at me as I stood her back up before grabbing her bouquet. We gave a quick hug to her parents and my grandparents before heading down the aisle as husband and wife. As we walked back down the aisle together, our loved ones cheered for us as the photographer snapped hundreds of photos. I was more than grateful for a moment to ourselves inside the church as I scooped Emma up bridal style and carried her to a room together for a moment alone. 

“Holy shit, Sugar.” I said as I stared at her body in this gown.

“Baby! We’re in a church! No cursing!” She scolded me playfully.

“Well, you’re sinful in that dress, Darlin’. Let me have a good look at you.” I motion for her to spin for me and she does so. I grunt at her before pulling her back into my arms and letting my hands roam her perfect form.

“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life, baby girl.” I tell her honestly and smile when her cheeks tint with blush.

“We need to go take pictures.” She says against my mouth as I pull her in for a kiss.

“Mm.. They can wait a minute. I just need a minute with my wife.” I tell her as I press another kiss to her lips.

“Anything you want, husband.” She smirks.

“You’re going to regret saying that, Sugar.” I tell her while arching my brow, not caring that we are in a church as I imply what I’m after.

“Save it for tonight, big boy. We have a wedding to get back too. I’ll make it worth your while tonight, baby.” She promises and I grunt before I adjust myself in my pants. Don’t need that showing up in all of the pictures. I pull her in for another kiss before there is a knock at the door from the photographer ready to do her job. I pout but Emma just smirks and grabs my hand before pulling me out of the room where Walt and Cassie are already waiting on us with knowing smirks.

After what feels like an hour worth of pictures of us and with our families, we head to the field which has been completely converted into a wedding reception. There is a DJ set up and tables with people already eating food. I’m starved so when Nana calls us to a table with food, Emma and I dig in. 

Throughout the night, I’m surprised to see several acquaintances from the army in attendance. Turns out, Nana put Walt’s detective skills to work on tracking down any remaining army buddies and sure enough, they showed. I was proud to show Emma off to them and she loved getting to meet people from my past who couldn’t believe I settled down. Before I knew it, they were telling jokes about some of the nonsense that we all did out in the desert when we were bored between missions and Emma was absolutely captivated with each story. Before the night ended, I was dancing, yes, dancing with Emma before we left for our hotel. This woman could convince me to do just about anything with those doe eyes. I smirk at Walt who has been dancing with Cassie for several songs. Emma, as usual, was right and they seem to be hitting things off. Nana and PawPaw had just left and took the dogs with them as we were going to leave for our honeymoon tomorrow. I look at Emma who has her head resting against my chest and smile.

“Have you had a good time, Sugar?”

“Mmm, the best wedding ever. I’m so excited to be your wife. What about you?”

“It’s been perfect darlin’. I can’t believe so many of my army buddies showed.”

“I can. It’s obvious how much they all admire and respect you, baby. We should make a point to reach out more.” I just grunt in response. Everyone is so spread out now, it would be difficult to see them often. Emma cuts my train of thought with her next sentence.

“I have a little surprise for you.” Emma says while biting her lip.

“What’s that, Sugar?” Emma stretches up on her tip toes to reach the bottom of my ear.

“I stopped taking my birth control a week ago.” She whispers before looking up at me with those beautiful crystal blue eyes and a smirk that runs straight to my manhood.

“Oh yeah? Ready for me to make you a mama?” I ask her quietly.

“Yes, honey. Let’s try for a baby.” She smiles and before I can even think I’m smashing my lips to hers.

“Can we go to the honeymoon suite yet?” I ask when she pulls away from the heated kiss to take a breath, reminding me that we have an audience.

“After the bouquet and garter toss, we can leave. Shall we?”

“Fuck yes!” I murmur before she tells Diana that we are ready to go. Diana gathers all of the single women together and Emma tosses her bouquet into the crowd that is easily caught by Cassie and I smirk at Walt who just smacks my shoulder with a grunt.

Emma sits in a chair and I get down on my good knee and slide myself under her dress to go after her garter. Fuck, she’s wearing the sexiest white bridal lingerie and it makes me even more eager to get her out of here. I pull the garter off with my teeth to the cheers of the crowd before purposefully flinging it directly into Walt’s head with a chuckle. I’ve always had perfect aim and he rewards me with his signature scowl. 

Thankfully, not too much later Emma and I are headed through the crowd of people showering us with flower petals as we get in the vintage car we rented to take us to the hotel. Emma wanted us to enjoy ourselves without having to worry about driving so I was happy to get to kiss on her the entire ride to the hotel.

Emma squealed as I scooped her up bridal style and carried her through the lobby to the elevators and up to our suite for the night. We’d be leaving tomorrow afternoon to catch our flight for our honeymoon but I was determined to make every minute of this night count. I could finally make love to my wife, and so that’s what we did… All. Night. Long.

Part 19

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A/N: Thank you for being patient with me while it took me a bit longer to get this chapter out! This isn't the last chapter of the series, but I feel like this story is starting to come to an end which gives me withdrawals lol. I hope you all enjoyed their wedding!

[chirp-a-chirp]

The Itch: The Gift that Keeps on Giving

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Synopsis: Emma knits a sweater for her consort, but it’s REALLY itchy. How do the consorts react to wearing the sweater? Enjoy the cursed Gil photo and crack post 😆

Consorts: Jin, Rio, Clavis, Chevalier, Silvio, Gilbert, Leon

…

Jin

Does Jin REALLY need an excuse to strip?

“Hey, if you want to see me in the buff sweetheart, why didn’t you say so?” Jin whips the sweater straight off.

“JIN WE’RE IN THE PALACE GARDENS!” Emma’s eyes widen as Jin tosses the sweater on the ground. She barely notices the red welts underneath his tanned muscles.

“Not for long we’re not.” Jin grins, carrying Emma princess style as he walks towards his room.

Later that night (much later), Jin goes to retrieve the sweater from the gardens but can’t find it. Rumor has it that the stray dogs from Jin’s route made a reappearance and ran off with the sweater*

*Seriously, read chapter 9 of Jin’s route. A dog steals his clothes. Among the funniest scenes in ikemen EVER.

Rio

You will not be able to pry this sweater away from Rio. EVER. “My Mistress made this just for me! Each itch is like a scratchy hug!”

But there’s a problem. Rio won’t take it off. It’s been two weeks and he’s STILL wearing it. And the sweater’s starting to smell.

Sariel stages an intervention, forcing Rio to wash it. “No problem boss-man!” Rio bathes…while wearing the sweater.

Nokto comes up with another solution—Emma knitting Rio more sweaters.

Congrats Emma. You are now knitting Rio clothes for the rest of your life.

Clavis

Clavis is so happy to have a tangible sign of Emma’s love. SO HAPPY. Doesn’t want to take it off.

Unlike with Rio, Sariel doesn’t stage an intervention. Because Clavis invents a soothing gel so he can wear the sweater. But he has to apply so much of it that there’s a trail of gloopy gel throughout the palace—perfect for Sariel to track Clavis’s movements.

Clavis learns to knit to support Emma. He knits a purple scarf with the phrase “#1 Accomplice” on it in gold script.

Unfortunately, Clavis’s C’s look like S’s and most of his letters are illegible. So “#1 Accomplice” looks more like “#1 Ass” with a bunch of squiggly lines next to it.

When Emma wears Clavis’s scarf, at least once a day she hears a variant of “I thought Clavis was a leg man?”

Chevalier

Emma and Chevalier have been reading a series of popular romance books. The heroine knits a sweater for beloved and Emma is inspired.

For a week, Emma spends what time she WOULD have been reading with Chev knitting his sweater. She then enters his private library, sweater in hand, and sees Chev sitting, staring contemplatively in his lap. “I made you this swea—“

“I am not wearing that.” Chevalier’s eyes flicker to Emma. “My eyes itch by merely looking at it.”

“Oh, I’m sorry I’ll—“ Emma’s words are cut off as Chevalier places her in his lap. He reaches towards a corner table and picks up the same book they were last reading. Emma notices a bookmark within the novel. “You waited for me to resume reading?” Chevalier nods. “Of course simpleton.”

When Chevalier and Emma finish the book series, Chevalier places the book series and the sweater in a glass display case in his library.

Silvio

Emma knits matching blue and cream colored sweaters. It isn’t cold often in Benoite, so she wants Silvio to wear it when she’s wearing hers as often as he can.

Silvio…has opinions on this. “WHA? YOU GOTTA BE JOKING! I can buy ya ALL the sweaters instead of wearing this thing!” Silvio scratches his arms furiously through the sleeves.

“But I incorporated the seashells from our anniversary in them…” Emma looks mildly dejected. She’d crushed some of the shells into a powder to make the sweaters look like a beach scene.

“THATS why my back is scraped up?! Cause of damn barnacles?!”

Emma’s face turns red. “Well I’m sorry!”

Silvio’s face turns a brighter shade of red. “Hey, don’t get mad at ME! Wait, wait stop ya crying! I’m wearing it, I’m wearing it!”

Gilbert

Emma knits a GIANT oversized sweater for Gilbert. It’s big enough to fit two people to hide sweets in it. And it has a giant pocket on the front to hold even MORE sweets.

Big mistake Emma.

Gilbert now insists on having Emma wear the sweater WITH him in it. That’s why she made it so big, right?

And Emma of course has to bake all those cookies for Gilbert. While wearing the sweater (and Gilbert).

“I hope you bake quickly little rabbit. I’m quite hungry.” Gilbert bites Emma’s neck.

Which produces more red marks on Emma—the itchy sweater or Gilbert?

Leon

Leon really appreciates the love that went into its creation. He wears it with more pride when he learns the wool was procured from a Rhodolite shop. Gushes to EVERYONE about Emma’s knitting skills if given a chance.

But secretly, the man suffers. His shoulders twitch with tiny little itches. Surely it’s the tag that’s itchy, right? (No Leon, there’s no tag with the sweater.) Or maybe it’s his cloak that’s making him itch? (No Leon, you left your cloak at the palace to show off the sweater…).

Emma notices Leon looking uncomfortable. The man denies it, not wanting Emma to feel guilty. The MOMENT Emma leaves his sight though, Leon is scratching like THIS:

Emma realizes Leon’s suffering when she sees his neck is red. “Ok, that’s it! I’m taking this sweater off you now!”

“Oh? Well, if you wanna strip me THAT badly, that’s fine by me.” Leon smirks.

[thepratandtheidiot]

🍿 movie knights 2025 official list ⚔️

[town crier voice] HEAR YE, HEAR YE!

so the deal was originally 52 films, but y'all are great at suggestions and i have apparently missed A LOT of cinema over the years!! hence we're listing an even (and extremely optimistic) 100 titles under the cut, in no apparent order.

what: our noble quest, to watch at least one film every week

when: every friday, i'll post the upcoming week's film(s) and a ✨ lazy review ✨ of the previous week! will also update this post with links once watched

who: me (lars), sometimes theo, anyone else who wants to yap about movies or schedule a watch-along!

and so, without further ado...

in 2025, we're watching:

In Bruges (2008) Wuthering Heights (2011) Gladiator (2000) * The Great Muppet Caper (1981) Silence of the Lambs (1991) The Godfather (1972) Brokeback Mountain (2005) Parasite (2019) Citizen Kane (1941) Reservoir Dogs (1992) There Will Be Blood (2007) 2001: A Space Odyssey (1968) The Dictator (1940) Monty Python’s Life of Brian (1979) Blazing Saddles (1974) Trainspotting (1996) The Thomas Crown Affair (1968) * Beetlejuice (1988) * Pulp Fiction (1994) Django Unchained (2012) American Psycho (2000) Blackklansman (2018) The Italian Job (1969) ✅ Far From the Madding Crowd (2015) Train to Busan (2016) Challengers (2024) The Cabinet of Doctor Caligari (1920) The Passenger (2023) The Pelican Brief (1993) * Fire Island (2022) * Bodies Bodies Bodies (2022) * A Man For All Seasons (1966) * That Funny Feeling (1965) * Cloud Atlas (2012) * Tigers Are Not Afraid (2017) * Impetigore (2019) * Rope (1948) * Ladyhawke (1985) The Big Sleep (1946) Bringing Up Baby (1938) The Outrun (2024) Moonlight (2016) The Dark Crystal (1982) * My Own Private Idaho (1991) Annihilation (2018) * Pride (2014) Ready or Not (2019) Smilla’s Sense of Snow (1997) * Pather Panchali (1955) Emma (2018) Mona Lisa Smile (2003) * I Saw the TV Glow (2024) The Thin Man (1934) The Secret of Roan Inish (1994) Velvet Goldmine (1998) * Labyrinth (1986) * Victor/Victoria (1982) * Conclave (2024) ✅ Ravenous (1999) The Thing (1982) Planet of the Apes (1968) Topper (1937) Psycho (1960) The Lion in Winter (1968) Some Like It Hot (1959) Picnic at Hanging Rock (1975) Monkey Man (2024) The Lighthouse (2019) * Nosferatu (2024) * ✅ Prey (2022) Seven Samurai (1954) * ✅ Death on the Nile (1978) ✅ The Shining (1980) Maurice (1987) Space Sweepers (2021) Wings (1927) Flesh and the Devil (1926) Sherlock Jr. (1924) Goodfellas (1990) And Then We Danced (2019) Portrait of a Lady on Fire (2019) * Interstellar (2014) * 3:10 to Yuma (2007) Rebecca (1940) I’m No Angel (1933) The Court Jester (1955) Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead (1990) Bill (2015) Kes (1969) My Beautiful Laundrette (1985) The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert (1994) * The Wedding Banquet (1993) At the Circus (1939) The Old Dark House (1932) The Others (2001) Lisa Frankenstein (2024) The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) * ✅ The Martian (2015) * Amsterdam (2022) * God's Own Country (2017)

[emilsgrippers]

I love how when it comes down to like

Which GEN1 characters are the reboot characters parents

It’s always Gidgette being Emma’s parents and i love it I love it so much I’m glad we’re all on the same wave length

Can i share some Gidgette parent/fanily HC? Thank you

-They’re young parents. Not TEEN parents..but really early twenties. Bridgette’s one year younger^_^

-bridgette was actually so so so sick so sore so exhausted she couldn’t even see Emma when they got home—even tho Emma slept in a tiny crib by their bed. It broke Bridgette’s heart not being to get up and hold her baby for so long

-but then she got better and Geoff came home to find tiny Emma asleep in Bridgette’s arms.

-they had a big goofy golden retriever(not Geoff) before they had Emma, so she grew up around dogs because Bridgette and Geoff were not getting rid of their beloved dog. The dog quickly found out Emma was just a little thing that was NOT leaving, so it just loved her as much as a dog could

-neither Bridgette or Geoff would try and rush emma to her first word/s. One day Geoff was playing peekaboo with tiny Emma—as you do with small kids—by lifting a large towel in front of himself and dropping it, and then Bridgette joined the mix. Geoff and bridge thought it’d be funny if she disappeared one of these times. So one two three—

-Bridgette dropped the towel and lept behind a wall, and Geoff was just giggling because tiny Emma was just. confused. and finally she just ‘mama?’ Bridgette flew back around that corner so fast and that became Emma’s first and favorite word. Even Geoff was ‘mama’ for a long time

-they go to the beach every week even when Emma was teeny tiny, but with older (6ish) Emma, she finally started wanting to surf so they got her a little surfboard and tried to teach her to the best of their abilities…but Emma never really committed to it. She only properly learned when she was 11 because bridge & Geoff made it look so SO fun. They’re a bunch of pro surfers

k bye ily guys

[dark-frosted-heart]

Crown’s S Class Mission - Roger Barel (Bitter End)

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Roger: Hold up. Not gonna let you kill my cute student. Now then, it’s time for Instructor Roger’s fun and exciting punishment.

Master of the estate: Oliver, shut that guy up!

Instructor Oliver: The one who needs to shut up is you.

Oliver grabbed the man and pinned him to the floor.

Master of the estate: *cough* Wha-what are you doing!

Instructor Oliver: I can’t lie to myself anymore. That’s all.

Roger: Capture everyone involved.

--

What awaited was an unimaginable scene.

Roger used rigorous muscle training to punish those involved.

When they were no longer able to stand, they were handed over to the police.

Kate: The Beauty Muscle Club has pretty much dissolved.

Roger: That’s good. And all the hospitalized women will be compensated.

Kate: While money won’t fix their situation…I hope it’ll help, even if just a little.

Oliver the instructor also came forward as one of the accomplices.

After atoning for his crimes, he planned on running his own sports gym.

He wanted to establish a place for women to work out together.

???: Um, excuse me…

Kate: Emilia…

Emilia’s wise gaze caught mine when I turned around. 

(...If she overheard us, she knows that she got deceived, doesn't she?)

(...What can I say to her—)

Emilia: Um, thank you so much!

Kate: Huh?

Emilia winked and smiled.

Emilia: I’ve faced a series of disappointments, but I can’t let that get me down.

Her strength revealed how much she had gone through in her life.

Kate: …I’ve also faced a series of disappointments. I could only think about how useless and pathetic I was. But I can’t stay depressed.

Emilia: I agree. I’ll see you around. Take care of yourself, Kate.

While I waved goodbye to Emilia, I noticed Roger’s gaze on me.

Kate: What is it?

Roger: Nothing. Just thinking about how you’re growing into a fine woman.

Kate: D-don’t praise me out of the blue. Besides, it’s not like you raised…

Roger: Yeah, yeah. Anyway, as a reward for growing up well, I’m taking you out somewhere nice.

--

Roger took me to a restaurant by Big Ben.

Roger: Been coming here ever since Ellis told me about it. Basically, everything here’s pretty good.

(...Roger brought me to such a nice restaurant)

Alarms bells started going off in my head.

Kate: …Are you’re going to make me do something again?

Roger: What do you take me for?

Roger stifled back a laugh and stared straight at me.

Roger: Don’t worry. There’s nothing behind the reward today.

Emma: …Reward?

Roger: I saw how hard you’ve been working…Good job.

(Ah…)

Hearing those words, it was clear that he brought me here as a reward.

Kate: Thank you…But, I don’t deserve it. I got too emotional to make rational decisions.

Roger: I suppose that’s true. But I would’ve slapped that guy myself if you didn’t. He deserved it. Getting angry for the sake of others is admirable.

Kate: …

Roger: Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: You’re strong enough.

(What do I do…I’m going to cry)

Roger’s carrot and stick method always disturbed my heart.

If he did this on purpose, then he’s pretty evil.

Roger: Oh it’s here. The roast beef here’s delicious. Here.

The simple look on Roger’s face when he looked at the meat blew my sentiments away.

Kate: Hehe…It really does look delicious…

Roger: … Hey, Kate.

Kate: Yes?

Roger: Being strong doesn’t mean doing things alone. Being able to rely on someone’s also a strength. So you can rely on me.

After saying that, Roger took a huge bite out of the meat.

Roger: Mmm, yum. Come on, it’s getting cold.

Kate: O-okay. Mmm…Wow, it’s really good! It’s so juicy and tender. It’s amazing.

Roger: …o_o Hahaha! You’re as restless as ever. Remember to chew. My family’s corgi used to eat so fast that they’d choke. They look just like you.

Kate: There you go again comparing me to a dog!

Roger: All that barking’s the same too.

Kate: Ugh…

We argued like usual, but my heart felt warmer.

Roger’s words made me feel really happy…and I kept arguing with him so that he wouldn’t notice.

--

Some time later, I joined Jude and Ellis on another mission.

Ellis: Kate, you’ve been moving pretty smoothly.

Kate: Thank you. I’ve been doing strength training.

Jude: Ya still lookin’ pretty soft.

Kate: I-I’m planning on gaining muscle!

Ellis: Good luck, I’ll be cheering you on.

Ellis smiled and put his lips close to my ear.

Kate: Ellis…?

Ellis: Kate, Roger’s going to be in the lounge tonight.

Kate: Huh?

Ellis: You want to report your hard work and get praised, don’t you?

Ellis smiled gently at my surprise.

(I didn’t say that…)

Ellis: Or do you want to go out to dinner?

Kate: I’m heading back. I…have things to do in the castle.

I wonder how Roger will react when I tell him how I did today.

I definitely didn’t want him to know that I was walking a little faster than usual.

[literary-illuminati]

Third Quarter of 2024 Book Reviews

July

33. Rose/House by Arkady Martine 34. Children of Memory by Adrian Tchaikovsky 35. To Say Nothing Of The Dog by Connie Willis 36. Life Does Not Allow Us To Meet by He Xi 37. Montress, Volume Six: The Vow by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda 38. Play It As It Lays by Joan Didion

August

39. Inglorious Empire: What the British Did To India by Shashi Tharoor 40. Dead Silence by S. A. Barnes 41. Japan 1941: Countdown to Infamy by Eri Hotta 42. The Golden Enclaves by Naomi Novik 43. Witch King by Martha Wells

September

44. The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon 45. Monstress, Vol. 7: Devourer by Marjorie Liu and Sana Takeda 46. Lone Women by Victor LaValle 47. City of Last Chances by Adrian Tchaikovsky 48. My Heart is a Chainsaw by Stephen Graham Jones

You can also seem them all on my Goodreads