#simplified forms my darlings...

[keeps-ache]

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[just the lil guys below]

[devourable]

drunk cuddly darling + sober yan

vs

sober darling + drunk yan

do yans have any preference on either scenario or is it just no bueno either way

im just gonna simplify this ask down a bit. m!yanderes + f!yanderes x cuddly drunk gn darling 🫶 (no poly/non humans for the sake of my sanity)

⛪️ ;; abe is not the type to drink, never has been and never will be, even if you pressure him to drink more, so while he doesn’t exactly approve of you getting drunk either, he just cant bring himself to be mad at you. not when you’re being so sweet to him! he’s happy that you’re content to just be held by him until you fall asleep rather than get into any trouble that he’s not prepared to deal with. be ready to wake up to a scolding by him though, you could get sick if you go overboard! even if he kind of likes it when you do.

[cw dubcon] 🖥️ ;; god bless any darling who gets drunk around gene because if he can tell you’re inebriated he’s either trying to fuck you or is equally as hammered (if not more). so when you get drunk and start getting all touchy with him he sees it as an invitation to take things further. you wanted the attention, you can’t get mad at how he chooses to give it! it isn’t his fault, you just make really cute faces when you’re wasted. he’ll give you a little apology gift for your sore insides when you’re up the next day — one most likely made up of painkillers and your favorite takeout.

🪶;; it irritates sterling to no end that you got drunk. don’t you know you have an image to uphold? he’s prattling on and on about how he’s sick of your disgraceful behavior and how unbecoming it is for you to waste your time fucking up your brain, until your arms are around him and you’re snuggling up against him. then his words are all caught in his throat and hes tripping through his sentences, half heartedly trying to reprimand you still, but he eventually settles down and (begrudgingly) holds you until you’re asleep. he’ll swear to himself its only this one time; if you remember the next day and try to tease him about it he literally wont talk to you for a week.

💪 ;; valentina had already planned to simply cuddle you till you went to sleep, so the fact that you initiated it makes her elated. she likes how it feels when you squirm in her arms, too out of it to be able to do anything but what she wants. it’s like she’s handling a living doll! she carries you around like one, too, going about her day with one hand and holding you you with the other. yes, it makes doing things way more difficult and yes, the arm she carried you with will be sore for days, but it’s well worth it to her.

[cw dubcon, again] 👑 ;; althea ordered you to go to bed the moment you stumbled into her presence in your inebriated state. when you instead clung to her and insisted on cozying up instead, while it annoyed her, she took it upon herself to make sure you got to bed and couldn’t get into any trouble. but you insisted on her staying with you! and the way you tangled her body up with yours and dragged your hands across her form in a move that couldn’t have been entirely innocent (to her, at least), allie couldn’t help but help herself to your body. you practically owed it to her, anyway; and the way you whimpered and sighed for her proved that you didn’t seem to mind too much anyway.

🥩 ;; rhodes doesn’t particularly care for drunks, they’re used to them being loud and obnoxious. so they’re not exactly happy when they find you after having a bit too much to drink. they’e expecting a tedious night of making sure you don’t hurt yourself or others, so it’s a pleasant surprise when you seek them out for comfort instead. they still would prefer you being sober so you’d be able to better appreciated them taking the day off to be with you, but they’re satisfied with the time you spend with them regardless.

[scuddisher]

DRUMMING ALONG THE STONE WALLS.

An idea and a placement of a hand lead to an even longer night for you and Aegon.

RATING — MATURE & EXPLICIT (18+)

PAIRING — prince! aegon x staff! gender-neutral reader

GENRE(S) — drabble, smut

WORD COUNT — 1k

WARNINGS — mature content, takes place right before aegon is king, short-lived cuddling, & mutual-pining.

SMUT WARNINGS — sexual content, soft dom! aegon, spanking, very mild dirty talk, dry-humping, pet names used: darling & sweet thing.

RELEASE DATE — OCT 22ND 2024

AUTHOR’S NOTE — 100% commending @werejustlefttodecay for a) this concept b) aegon brainrot & c) manifesting the fixing of this blog so i can read & write again... kate ily sm

Something you found all too easy was riling up Aegon. Even in the midst of the night, his entire chamber grew cold from the winter air. Aside from the dimly lit fireplace and his bed—where his restless form laid still beside you.

Your head had found his arm, soft breaths on his skin causing chills throughout his body and visibly on his skin.

Although you simply pressed into his mattress weekly to drain him to sleep or distract him from the duties of his soon-to-be claim to the throne, the man couldn't enjoy your warmth any more than he does now.

A soft peck to his arm, and you could see his cheek bones rise with a grin. “Don't get me started again.”

His voice was a tease, tired enough to doze off any second but alert to your motions. It was easy to make him shiver, no matter the time.

You could stare at him too long as he stood before the council and people until a smirk was on his lips. Make him look down and blush at a distance from showing skin even as he trained with his sword. Felt the looks of his brother Aemond and heard his scoffs as Aegon seemed to drift off in thought at the diner table as you stood mere inches from the table and awaited service for the royal family.

But now, skin on skin. That was easy, simplified.

You rose from your resting position to place your chin on his chest, watching his eyes move from the orange, crackling fire to your gaze.

“Hmm?” An innocent response.

“Hmm?” He mocked back, eyes turning darker as his pupils dilated to better see you in the darkness of the room.

“Get you started?” You teased, pressing a kiss to his jawline. “How could I?”

Your lips were soft, leaving small patterns of wetness and warmth as you trailed down his neck. The rumbling in his chest was a vibration of want going through his body until you felt him wiggle beneath the sheets to relieve the touch of you at his lower half where only your leg touched him. His jawline became clearer as he gritted his teeth, the late of the night and soon to be early morning causing his eye sockets to darken from hardly any rest.

It only egged you on more. His tired form practically begging for you to put him to sleep. Easy. It took seconds for you to move above him, to ground yourself above his hardening length and find a comfortable rocking that had him grunting and raising his head. “How would I?”

“You always manage.” His voice was deep and groggy, hands instinctively placing themselves on your waist.

“To rile you up, my prince?” The man seemed like putty below you.

But that was all it took for him to rock up into you while simultaneously flattening his palm in the air and landing a smack to your ass. Your legs seem to widen over him as you straddled his waist, pressing into him with just as much friction as he did. You could feel the sting on your skin below your underwear, the smack hard enough to have your body shaking.

Aegon saw your reaction the second his hand made contact with your skin, the slap echoing in his chamber along the stone walls like a high-pitched drum beat. His smile was from ear to ear, watching your eyes flutter with surprise.

“Huh?” His head fell back into the pillow, white locks strayed about on the satin fabric. “That’ do something to rile you up, dear?”

You were practically speechless, the sensation still sending vibrations up your spine and into your crotch. The man beneath you was too impatient and aware now to be silent, his smart tongue like the ocean water in his mouth at the sight of your silent blush.

“Poor thing…” Aegon, not one for pet names unless they were said in lust or to belittle someone, was enjoying his late treat. “I have to be up so early.”

You could feel the waft of air before the second smack to your ass, lighter than the first but just enough force to make you grind into his cock through the thin fabrics of your underwear. Your wince didn't go unnoticed, nor did his soft moan into the dark air.

“And here you are… keeping your prince wide awake with your sinfulness.”

His lips quivered before his bottom lip was bitten by his front teeth, thin skin turning red from his force. You could see the sweat drip between his breasts down to his abs. The scent of arousal in the room thickened, and before you knew it, a slick spot was staining from your underwear into his.

“A-Aegon.” His name spewed from your lips like a swear word.

Brows furrowing, the next spank at your ass was hard enough to make you whine and hiss. “Ah!”

He had left a handprint, one perfectly felt by his hand as the heat transferred to his palm and made the lines of his hand begin to sweat. Holding the mark on your ass, you ground yourself into him, feeling him twitch and thrust up against you for more friction.

Aegon’s teeth gritted once more, his body lifting until he sat upright and his face was almost against yours.

“Prince.” Stern, wanting, his opposite hand gripped into your hip until that too seemed to bruise.

He was fighting for release, anything he could grasp at was suddenly on the table—but his clutch at your figure and unpredictable grinding up into you had you whining. As you felt his cock twitching again, felt the rush of his seed threading through the fabric of his underwear and adding to your own, the last rise of his hand made you shutter his name. “Prince Aegon!”

Except this time, it was both of his hands on the cheeks of your ass. The pressure had your thighs holding to him, pressing into him as you came and shook in his hold. His press at your ass had you falling into his frame, face finding placement at his shoulder to breathe him in.

“That's more like it, sweet thing.” He chuckled. “Maybe you'll get it right on the first try next time.”

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[writingoddess1125]

I'm not sure if you take CoD requests but I was wondering if maybe you could do headcanons for Alejandro(if you write for him) with a reader who's Cajun, has a Cajun accent, and calls him Sha(its Cajun slang for sweetheart/dear/darling)

If you don't write for Alejandro, maybe Price or Soap

Oh this is so cute!!

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Alejandro with Cajun Reader

PSA - I did a lot of research so I tried 😅

• You get stationed out to the main base in Los Vaqueros, tasked to help the people there and work alongside Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

• Arriving on a helicopter you smile as you meet Alejandro smiling at you. "Welcome to Las Almas my friend- Heard great things about you"

• "Boujour! Comment ça s’plume? Alejandro no?" You say cheerfully clearly throwing off the man at the French being thrown his way- But a French he was incredibly unfamiliar with

• "Sargent (Y/L/N)? Correct?" You nod calmly, The Colonel smiking a bit- "We must leave soon then"

• "Don't be like that Cher" You say with a laugh and watch the man's face twist in mild confusion still.

• "Sha?" He repeated, you realizing quickly your mistake with a hearty laugh. "It's a term of endearment- Like Darlin'- Now, You said we had to leave No? Allons!"

• Alejandro nods and leads you off to your station, Still a bit confused over what the fuck you were saying-

• After a few weeks on base he starts to understand, realizing you are speaking a form of French mixed with English. The two of you talking quite often now as he shows you around Las Almas and the situation there.

• "They told me you are American-" Alejandro questioned as you two drove through the town.

• "I am-" You clarified with a smile. "From Louisiana" Alejandro nodded his head like he suddently got it.

• "Isn't uh it Creole? Es.. That's the American word right?" Alejandro questions, making you shake your head. "Two differen' peoples Sha-" You say as you try to explain the difference.

• This poor man is so confused- Feels like he's in school again and was just given a very hard exam that he didn't study for.

• "Creole is more City and Cajun is country" You simplified, which seemed to ease the confusion for the time being.

• The two of you become fast friends- You of course a chatter box and always wanting to learn and Alejandro always wanting to teach and see new things.

• Alejandro begins to teach you more Spanish while you teach him French-

• He likes to tease about how you talk with your hands and your passion behind your speaking. Finds it funny

• You two do have arguments at times, like an old couple do at stupid things. However rank is never pulled or acknowledged since it's always fun/personal banter

• However what truly soothed over any issues was the food- The two of you becoming quick food buddies as you'd share your guys food with each other.

• Alejandro walked straight to you on base early morning after a briefing, staring hard at you as he held a wrapped item in hand-

"...This is a La Guacamaya torta- It is one of my favorites... I added extra chicharrón" He flexes as he shows off the item. You nodding in agreement that it looked pretty damn good.

• "Not bad Not bad-" You smile, Before reaching for your own item with a grin. Pulling out a well worn Tupperware bowl-

• "Now, Had to improvise is bit- since Not many of my ingredients in this neck of the woods so I did so?' Pastalaya and found ya a le Boudin to have later"

• You say proudly showing off your lunch. Alejandro nodding also impressed- Before the two of you switch lunches and sit together to eat happily.

• It didn't take a genius for others to figure out you were buddy buddy with the Colonel- While some didn't like it, most warmed up to you and stared in your joy and willingness to expand-

• While you let anyone else know clearly they could go fuck themselves-

• However Alejandro was always your ride or die.

• The two of you shit talk for hours while eating... Half the time Not even understanding each other as you share new insults and curse words.

• He was your best friend, and you his-

[crusxs]

ANGIE BOUCHARD ── `` HEADCANNONS ﹕

kind of detailed. mainly fluff but some mild nsfw. pet names. angie x f!reader. kissing. flirting. teasing. witchcraft. hurt/comfort. jealousy. stalking. lipstick stains. drinking. gift-giving. forbidden love. ✶ headcannons - I'll be using these in my stories.

Her skin carries the gentle, inviting fragrance of soft vanilla from her body wash and lotions, while her perfume and oils evoke the delicate essence of jasmine and on some days cherry. If you get close enough, you might catch a faint hint of cigarette smoke lingering in the air around her.

When she senses that you have feelings for her, she will go to great lengths to push you away, doing everything in her power to make you dislike her, regardless of the consequences or the hurt it may cause. If you work for her, she might even fire you to create distance. She might go as far as sleeping with someone else, knowing you will witness it, all in an effort to ensure you no longer harbor any affection for her.

When she first takes a liking to you, she becomes intensely curious about every aspect of your life. She might discreetly follow you or have someone else do it for her, gathering details about your preferences and routines. Although she would never admit to this, her interest quickly turns into a deep fascination when she falls for someone. She wants to know your favorite foods, hobbies, colors, and animals—every little detail down to the brand of your clothing and the scent of your perfume. Her aim is to understand who you are and imagine what your life together could be like. For her, close isn't close enough.

Angie uses witchcraft without shame, using it for nearly any task that might be simplified by it. She would use her magic abilities to clear traffic on her ride to work. When faced with paperwork, she might use it to finish everything. In her business dealings, Angie might cast enchantments to attract new employees or secure favorable contracts with clients. She may even use her magic abilities in intimate settings, using it to gain the upper hand in the bedroom. For Angie, magic is a gift and not a curse.

Angie never uses pet names with anyone, reserving them for only the closest relationships. Once she starts using them with you, she will rarely call you by your real name unless absolutely necessary. Her preferred term of endearment is "Sweetheart," but when she's in a foul mood or feeling playful, she'll switch to "Darling." To her, using pet names is an intimate gesture, so much so that she considers it a form of infidelity if used casually with others. She never uses these names on anyone else but you. If someone else calls you "babe," "hun," or "darling," Angie will stare at them with an accusatory stare. Later, she will demand to know why they addressed you that way, insisting that you must be cheating on her. To Angie, there is no other reason for someone to use such terms with you, especially since you are with her.

She tends to move quickly in relationships, especially if you show signs of reciprocating her feelings. On the first date, she will try to become physically intimate, her heels lightly running up your legs in the restaurant teasing you. Soon after, she will likely suggest that you move in together, even if it seems premature. If you hesitate or decline, she might respond with something like, "I can't help the fact that I want you all to myself, sweetheart.”

She flirts with you nonstop, regardless of the setting or the activity. Even during a family dinner, she would place her hand on your thigh and slowly inch forward, her eyes looking at you filled with a familiar fondness. If you ask her to stop, she will look at you innocently and claim that she was only trying to give you a massage and reassure you because you seemed stressed. Whether or not you believe her words doesn't matter to her; she enjoys seeing you get worked up over everything she does.

Her primary love languages are physical touch and gift-giving. When she first develops an interest in you, she will often bring you gifts or arrange for them to be delivered anonymously, just to see the smile on your face. Despite her flirtatious nature, she struggles with expressing her feelings through words. When you have a disagreement or a tense moment, she will often resort to physical touch as a means of apologizing or even conveying her feelings. She might place her hands on yours or find other ways to touch you, using these gestures to communicate what she cannot express verbally.

It would take her a very long time to admit that she loves you due to past rejections. She would only say it after you had expressed your love for her. When you first tell her, her mouth would slightly open, and she would look at you as if you had just told her the one thing she had been waiting to hear her entire life. She would immediately reciprocate, and her affection for you would be intense for the rest of the day. The next morning, she would want to hear you say it again. Those three words have a profound emotional impact on her. Even during an argument, if you say "I love you," she would soften instantly, smile at you, and once again shower you with affection, asking you to repeat those words, again, and again.

Angie has an obvious disregard for public norms. She deliberately leaves her red lipstick marks on you just to prove she could. It would become a routine for you to carry baby wipes at all times. Whenever she catches you wiping them off, she protests and leans closer across the table, kissing you with a playful defiance. When you confront her about the indecency, she would respond with a puzzled expression, questioning who made you feel guilty. She claims she could fuck you in a crowded restaurant and erase everyones memory of it the next day if she desired.

She loves the fact that your family doesn't approve of her; if anything, it makes her want to be with you more. She does want them to know she's the best possible person for you, but the idea of your love for her being forbidden just drives her crazy. She would tease your family, be all over you, showing them she's the best for you, but also pushing them down verbally and showing them they have no say anymore.

Angie is not a frequent drinker, but when she faces hardships, she will drown her feelings in alcohol. When you argue with her or when she feels you might leave, she will drink and wallow in her feelings. She prefers red wines, but she can drink hard liquor without so much as a grimace. She enjoys drinking with you, seeing you slowly let go and relax. She likes witnessing your true emotions and how much you trust her. She keeps bottles of wine in her cabinets for special occasions, or whenever they may be needed.

Angie is definitely more attracted to the masculine side of you. She likes it when you wear sports bras, tank tops, chains, and when you offer to fix something for her. Of course, she loves it when you wear heels, makeup, and dresses, but she also enjoys seeing you when you're more relaxed. She would often tease you and try to unbutton your pants while you were fixing her car.

Angie isn't very sensitive about your relationship. No one really tries to insult either of you due to Angie's power and status in town. However, if anyone attempts to insult you in any way, they would be forced to leave town or they would simply disappear randomly. You often notice a certain glint of hatred in Angie's eyes whenever someone calls you a dyke. Even after reassuring her they didn't mean it negatively, Angie still dislikes that term being used with you. If you strongly objected to her taking action against them, she wouldn't do anything unless they repeated it.

Angie wouldn't want any music playing when you two are being intimate. She enjoys hearing you and all the sounds you make for her. However, if you insisted, she would reluctantly agree but state that you owed her. Deep down, she would be a bit hurt and worried that you were getting tired of her. She would pout for the rest of the day until she got another chance to hear you moan for her. If you asked her to do something for you, she would cross her arms and say, 'I'd rather listen to music.'

When she gets into heated scenarios, her accent tends to slip out. For instance, when you two are in bed together, her French accent becomes more pronounced, and she whispers sweet nothings in French under her breath. Oftentimes, she will teach you French when you two are in bed together. She teaches you proactive phrases and gestures, such as how to ask her to stop, how to beg her to keep going, and how to tell her where and how to touch you.

Angie is unsure about having children. She likes the idea of having a child but is unsure if she would be a good parental figure. She would prefer to have a girl instead of a boy, but regardless, she would love them both equally. In time, she would become a great mother figure.

She takes it seriously when you get sick, whether it's a common cold or something more serious. She will use her witchcraft to make a remedy that could fix it immediately. As long as you are by her side, you wouldn't be sick for long because she makes sure of it.

She likes the idea of growing old with someone she loves but doesn't like the idea of death. She doesn't want to face the reality that one day you will grow old and die. She would constantly bring up the subject of immortality to you whenever she gets the chance. She wants to live with you forever and never wants to lose you.

Angie puts a lot of thought into you. On your dates, she always does what she knows you will love and buys you things you like. If she notices you staring at a piece of candy, she will buy it for you. This goes for anything you stare at, even herself. If you want it, she will give it to you. She will not settle for anything but the best for you.

Her favorite color is red. She likes all things red, but she is not afraid to admit when something is too ugly to be in red or when red looks hideous on something.

She loves roses, but for each rose color and pigment, she has a unique definition. For instance, she would give you red roses to convey her passion and love for you. She would give you white roses as a way to apologize, and so on.

Angie would always be there for you. If she caught you crying, she would not leave you alone until you told her what happened or until she felt good about leaving you alone for a while. She would wrap her arms around you and hold you flush against her body, asking you what happened. Deep down, she would always worry that she was the cause of your tears, but she would be relieved when you corrected her. She would do anything for you. She would always protect you, and that included your feelings.

[lazywriter-artist]

Brain itches so a bit more ock stuff :3

I had to make ock a ref sheet for art fight so here’s him with his frens!!!

Plus a kinda morbid meme— (for those who may not know cream uh— cream isn’t around anymore-)

A bit of baby ock and huntsmann :3 and a little height chart for ock, will (more info below) and huntsmann

This fella here is another one of huntsmann’s “projects” William Fillsworth (affectionately nicknamed WiFi by my moots), basically when finding a Psyker huntsmann finds ‘promising’ he forgoes protocol and takes the Psyker up himself (tends to work out as he has a ‘sixth sense’ for psykers after all and rarely travels [willingly] with another inquisitor who could ‘overrule’ him or keep him from doing so) and trains them/teaches them in the way he sees fit

Cough cough COUGH

At the point he gained William to his ranks is very early on in him beginning to do this so not a lot of his psykers have made it this far (getting out of hand, found out, ect.) and before ock will is probably his longest lasting psyker up to this point, and helpful because ock has grown very attached to Will and formed a father/son sort of relationship with the father older psyker. so when Will begins to experience warp-induced headaches saying huntsmann begins to stress is an understatement. Not wanting to lose his hold now gained over ock + his longest lasting psyker his darling AdMech bf (sooon you’ll see 😈) steps in to help. Loosely servitor-izing the psyker, leaving him a barely functioning husk of a man and giving him a few extra mechanical bits and bobs. Devastated ock doesn’t give up though, still clinging to and confiding in William, knowing he’s still in there somewhere, and he does sometimes get very minimal responses from will! So he’s holding out hope (even if huntsman often uses William as threats for ock..)

Now’s that little guy I said we’d get to! This right here is huntsmann’s AdMech boyfriend and resident Gay wrongs partner in crime 🥰 they make a very lovey dovey duo who really just aren’t the best morally but it’s fiiinnneeeee :3 hunts’ nickname for him and what I call him the most (for ease) is ‘Mecha’ while his “government name” is technically ZV-186 but shush it’s fine

He’s the AdMech who servitorizes(sorta) will and does most of the upkeep to ensure Will doesn’t explode in raw warp power among other little things and cuddling with his bf. All and all a solid nasty little manbot for his nasty husband

Finally is one of my favorite little shitposty little guilty pleasure ideas for ock to lighten the load a bit and that is the lovely and hilarious fact that all of the chaos gods wanna recruit him to chaos but he’s just having none of it. nurgle and slaanesh are having the least of it, they’re just kinda low steaks not too worried about it and don’t mind wether or not they walk away with a new follower, tzeentch and Khorne however at at one another’s throat for this kid- tzeentch is pissed Khorne is stepping on his toes [psyker] while Khorne is just there bc ock has eight in his name and that’s his favorite.

Again it’s dumb and silly but hey, I love it and it gets a good chuckle outta me to imagine my skittish little guy being visited by chaos and trying to be tempted when he has literally no reason to (at most nurgle bc his dying for some familiar structure but even then doubtful)

Ignore my old Khorne design & my complicated tzeentch designs these were drawn before I settled on Khorne’s and simplified tzeentch

Ofc the icing on this stupid hc cake is emps just kinda rolls with it and blesses ock to avoid touch of chaos culling so he can just shill this little goober to chaos =w=

[breezy141]

OPENING UP - james marriott masterlist

tw/ mention of sexual assault! || as this kind of hit close to home, i thought i would write a little something that myself and many others (unfortunately) could relate to. sometimes reading/hearing something come from a comfort person can really help.

the camera appeared so daunting now that you were about to start explaining what happened to you. as much as you didn’t want to have to explain what you went through as a young teen, you felt you owed your fans and followers an explanation.

stupidly, you started distancing yourself away from every social media platform without a reason. which of course, led to people making assumptions and spreading rumours about why you were gone for so long.

the reality was, it was starting to take a deeper toll on you due to the time of year; causing you to have such a lower outlook on life, your motivation levels were horrendous.

with much talking with james, your boyfriend, you both decided it would be best to explain what’s happened so it can be done with for once and for all. he gave you some words of encouragement before leaving you alone in your shared bedroom so you felt more comfortable.

exhaling deeply, you pressed the record button and started off with a simple hello, giving a trigger warning and explaining what you would be talking about. you knew this was about to be a raw and emotional video so you apologised in advance.

then, you started. the further you went on, the more tears fell. trying your hardest, you simplified the story as much as possible so it was less to edit and less of a watch time.

once you were finished, you sobbed into your hands uncontrollably. much to your luck, james had heard and had entered the room; wrapping his arms around you. he didn’t dare say a word, not yet. he waited, and waited, he waited for how ever long it took for your sobs to dull and your tears to slow.

“i’m sorry darling” is all he said once you had burnt yourself out, you leaned into his chest. “i want the thoughts to stop, i can still feel their hands on my skin. i hate it, i hate it james” james wanted to cry with you, but he promised you and the people around him that he would be there for you, in any way shape or form.

“i know baby, i know.” he rubbed his hands up and down the side of your arm “i need you to know it wasn’t your fault, it was never your fault, and it will never be your fault” you closed your eyes and listened to his sweet words.

“wanna know a fact? every twenty eight days your skin sheds from his dead cells. that’s about thirty thousand cells every minute. which means, you are free from them. they touch is no longer on you. you are clean and you are safe”

he’s right, he’s completely right. every skin cell that that person had assaulted, is gone. it’s fallen off “thank you” you said barely above a whisper. he softly kissed your temple, and held you closer to his chest.

“did you manage to finish?” he asked with a nervous tone, you nodded your head not really in the mood to talk much.

“why don’t you have a little nap?” you were about to protest, not wanting to be left on your own “don’t worry, i’ll be with you the whole time. i won’t leave your side until you are ready, okay?” nodding in understanding, you both made your way to the bed. he helped you with getting undressed, yet he respected your boundaries and ensured he went at your pace.

you both slipped under the covers and held each other closely, not wanting to let go. “i love you, thank you for everything”

“i love you too”

[iridescentis]

for the ask game :)

001 - perfectdolls

Ooo fun!!

when I started shipping it if I did:

I wanna say a couple months ago? I think? the earliest perfectdolls reblog I did was early june and that makes sense since I got into RTC in april, so I've shipped them for roughly that long :)

my thoughts:

LOVEEEEE <333333 My darlings my favs they are WONDERFUL I could talk about them foreverrr

I think they have SUCH a fun dynamic with tons of potential like okay so Jane and Ocean, ADORE, the beauty of Ocean's character development coming from seeing the human in a lost girl with no identity and sacrificing her own motivations to give someone she never even knew the chance is poetic PERFECTION AGH <3 the love is just so complex and beautiful I could SCREAM, then we've got RTC fanon Penny and Ocean, so essentially Penny the blank canvas, which I also ADORE, I love seeing their dynamic with different Pennys since every writer has a different take on her

BUT ANOTHER THING. TELL ME LEGOLAND PENNY AND OCEAN AREN'T WONDERFUL. like you've got this girl who has ultimately done some fucked up stuff but doesn't swear, is very anxious and is trying to be a good person, and then little miss perfect over here with her high and mighty attitude THAT IS A WHOLE COMBINATION I LOVE (and will explore in my next multichap I mean what cough cough)

What makes me happy about them:

I think they have such cute potential, just from seeing how Ocean starts to soften to Jane's presence within the show but also outside of that, it's two girls who have done fucked up stuff, whether it was justified or not, finding each other and healing in a way. They have kinda similar backgrounds, and I think they would really ground each other. They just complete each other in that way, Ocean has the determination and outspokeness that Penny needs to stand up for herself and be confident, and Penny has that deep understanding and care for other people that Ocean needs (both for herself and to learn from)

What makes me sad about them:

THEY ARE SO TRAGIC. THEY ARE PEAK TRAGEDY TO ME. I WILL NEVER STOP WRITING FUCKED UP POETIC RAMBLINGS ABOUT HOW FUCKING SAD THEY ARE.

Ocean's sacrifice, letting go of Jane and in the process her only chance at life, just to let her last moments go towards something good, Jane leaving the girl who learned to care for her too late, the intrinsic separation between the two of them and life and death, two lovers who can never be together AGH IT'S SO GOOD. I think they are perfect for absolutely heartbreaking angst, cyclone accident included or not, and it will always make me weep

things done in fanfic that annoys me:

This is more of a general thing for RTC fics but it does annoy me in perfectdolls fics especially - Ocean's flaws being ignored. I totally get not wanting to delve into hard-hitting character stuff and redeeming her in a realistic, detailed way, sometimes you just wanna write some fluffy lesbians, I get that! But I do feel like some perfectdolls fics kinda butcher Ocean's character entirely to avoid having to address she's flawed or even that she's more than just a blushy mess in a romance scenario like she's always VERY outspoken and loud and energetic I just can't see her being shy, sweet and agreeable while also ignoring ALL of her faults

it's easier to gloss over her character being simplified when she's not the main one in a fic but it really bugs me when people just. get rid of the bad stuff with no explanation or even acknowledgement. and you really can't get away with that when she's half of the main ship in the fic. my only exception for this would be future AUs, like if they're in their 20s I think you're fine to move past that but still, OOC Ocean pisses me off in all shapes and forms

I think Penny is hard to write OOC because most fics don't use Legoland!Penny and thus have literally nothing to go off, so remarkably Penny characterisation doesn't ever really bother me, AS LONG AS SHE HAS CHARACTER. PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE BOTH OF THESE GIRLS A PERSONALITY.

okay I have ranted enough now 😅

things I look for in fanfic:

BACKSTORY. I FUCKING LOVE PERFECTDOLLS BACKSTORY. ALSO ANGST.

perfectdolls have great slowburn potential but sadly I do not have the patience for slowburn unless the fic is incomplete and I'm reading updates as they come out, so with oneshots and stuff I look for solid characterisation, probably post-cyclone but I'm not too fussy with that, some good build up and context, and just a lil bit of spice yk just a dash for some flavour

in a general sense, with fanfic I'm always looking for getting together, in universe, probably friends to lovers although rivals can be good, and like a maximum of 20k words

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: 

CDPLAYER 💞💓💖💕 MY LOVES. yeah if Penny is not with Ocean she is 100% with Tammy I love them DEARLY <3333

Ocean is a tricky one, I think I would be happy for her to end up with Constance, I'm not a huge blackrose shipper but I'm never mad at them as a side pairing in other fics, I would be comfortable with them together if not perfectdolls, although generally if I'm not writing perfectdolls Ocean won't end up with anyone

My happily ever after for them:

This one is hard because almost everything I have written or come up for them that has an ending always ends badly 😭 I have never written them a happy ending before oops

I think, them living together in the city in their twenties, both of them chasing their dreams, going to college together and moving in together afterwards, I think that could be cute

who is the big spoon/little spoon:

Jane x Ocean - Jane is the big spoon, Ocean is the little spoon RTC!Penny x Ocean - Penny is the big spoon, Ocean is the little spoon Legoland!Penny x Ocean - Ocean is the big spoon, Penny is the little spoon

what is their favorite non-sexual activity:

hmmm again the fact I only ever think about sad ass prompts for them is failing me 😭

this is more of genre of activities rather than a particular one but intimate non-sexual self-care is probably super important to them, like washing and brushing each others hair, doing their routines for each other, meditating together, just simple very close things to take care of each other

I think both characters can have tendency to neglect themselves and be detrimental to their own wellbeing (whether that's self neglect in pursuit of perfection or self-sabotage) and so I think taking care of each other in a sweet and healing way would be their favourite

for more generic answers I think they love doing things together, whatever it is, they love to be productive together like running errands, organising events/hang outs, volunteering (animal shelter perhaps?) and they are DEFINITELY the kind of people who love coexisting while doing their own thing, like doing homework in silence in the same room is precious to them, Penny listening to music while Ocean studies or plans whatever she's got her heart set on, and they would definitely call just to have each other on the phone even though they aren't talking

That's all I've got! This was fun :D

[nabooro]

Dé sorud! It's me again! I had two questions but they're very unrelated so I'm sending them in two asks:

First, I was wondering what sort of terms of endearment were common on Naboo (such as between couples, or between family, or to children, or more teasing names between friends) and whether there were any ways you could make a nickname from a normal name (as in, would you shorten a name/or maybe add something on the end (I believe it's called a diminutive? But I really do not know linguistics that well lol)

Séto!

Dé sorud!

Some terms of endearment:

cureecuree - sweetheart (lit. sweet-sweet)

câkeen - a way of saying "you" that kind of means "the only you"? "you, the one with meaning to me"? this is a very intimate form of address, not a pronoun

nasuka - ~darling

nacuree - honey

sukashisé - dear heart

nad folocâd - [my] beloved

conân - soulmate (would not be commonly used to address someone, but you could say [someone is your] conân)

némmél - (lit. land-star)

These can be as teasing or genuine as the speaker wants, though némmél in particular is often used in a teasing way, as is cureecuree, for... reasons.

There are two ways to go about nicknames. First, cut off the lowest vowel from their name (the order is â>o>u/a>e>i, so a/â will never get cut off, and neither will long vowels like oo, ee, or é) and then attach it to the end, and adjust sounds so the emphasis falls on that vowel and to get rid of weird or phonologically non-matching; the point is to shorten and simplify the name.

This can vary actual results heavily: Tsabin becomes Tsabni, Filla becomes Fllai, Câlude becomes Caldu, Luke becomes Elku or Ylku (instead of just Lku), Jisomb becomes Sombi, Namun becomes Namnu, Eirtama becomes Tamai, etc. Go with vibes.

The second way, for people who simply don't have the vowels to remove from their names: Just cut off the first syllables until you have something short, and maybe repeat it. Padmé might well have been Mémé as a child. Sheev... let's not find out.

Hope this helps!

[maybeimamuppet]

the pursuit of a name

hello everyone!! 

i might as well reintroduce myself here since i’ll likely get some new readers! i’m ezzy and i’m 21, i usually write for mean girls the musical but i’ve recently watched the new matilda movie and hohoooo the hyperfixation resurgence was just. WOW so anyway! here i am lol

there’ll be more information for you towards the end but i don’t want to take up too much space at the beginning. 

tw for 

mentioned/implied abuse 

and please let me know if i miss any warnings so i can add them in!!

enjoy!!

—————

“I’m back,” Matilda says as she opens and closes the door to their place. 

“Hi, darling,” Miss Honey greets. “Is Mrs. Phelps well?”

“Oh, yes,” Matilda says as she comes to join her in the kitchen. “She gave me this for you.”

“Oh,” Miss Honey says as Matilda rests a well-loved copy of An Honest Thief on the table. “I’ve been wanting to read this again.”

“I know,” Matilda says with an impish smile. “Oh, she gave me extra lemonade for you, too.” 

“How nice of her, thank you,” Miss Honey says as Matilda puts the tin thermos on the table as well. 

“What are you doing?” 

“I’m working on a few papers to finalize your adoption,” Miss Honey sighs. 

“Oh.” Matilda says. 

“Oh?” Miss Honey questions, peeking at her over the tops of her reading glasses. “Are you upset about it?” 

“Aren’t you?” Matilda asks softly. “You look stressed.” 

“No, darling, no,” Miss Honey says immediately. “The forms have been… a challenge, just because we have no way of getting in touch with your biological parents. Some information I need, I can’t get. But there’s ways around the lot of that for circumstances like ours.”

“Oh.” Matilda says again. “What information?”

“Nothing I think you’d know, brilliant as you are,” Miss Honey sighs, removing her glasses and leaving them to hang by the chain around her neck. “Oh, but your middle name, what is that?” 

“I haven’t got one,” Matilda says quietly. “My parents said I was lucky I got a name at all.” 

Miss Honey sighs and gently tips up Matilda’s chin. “They were lucky that they got a Matilda.” 

Matilda gives her a small grin, but there’s a sadness behind it that makes Miss Honey frown. 

“We have the opportunity to change your name when your adoption goes through. Would you like to?” 

“I’m not sure,” Matilda says. “I… I am Matilda. I like my name.”

“We don’t have to change your first name if you don’t want to. Matilda is a perfectly suitable and lovely name for you,” Miss Honey says. “But if you’d like to pick a middle name for yourself, we could do that.” 

Matilda mulls this over. “Can I think about it?”

“Of course,” Miss Honey says comfortingly. “Take all the time you need. A name is a big decision.” 

Matilda nods. “I’m going to go put these in my bedroom.”

“Alright,” Miss Honey says as Matilda stands and grabs her large stack of new books. “Oh, that reminds me!”

Matilda pauses on the staircase and turns to see her. 

“We still need to decorate. Would you like to head to the shops today and see what we can find?” 

Matilda’s face splits into a wide smile and she nods eagerly. Miss Honey grins back and motions her up the stairs. Matilda heads up a few more before she pauses again. “Miss Honey?”

“Yes?” 

“Will I be a Honey too?” Matilda asks. “When I’m adopted?” 

“If… if you’d like to be,” Miss Honey says, trying to hide her excitement. “Is that what you’d want?” 

Matilda nods. “Matilda Honey sounds much nicer than Matilda Wormwood.” 

“Then you’ll be Matilda Honey,” Miss Honey confirms. Matilda smiles again and rushes up the stairs. 

—-

“What sort of theme do you think you’d like your room to have?” Miss Honey asks as they peruse the aisles of the home decor shop. 

“I don’t know,” Matilda says softly, holding her hand as she looks at all the different options. Dinosaurs, flowers, the circus, dogs, different cartoon characters… it’s overwhelming.

“That’s alright,” Miss Honey says comfortingly. “We can take our time with it. How about we start with a color, to simplify things? Do you have a favorite color, Matilda?” 

“Blue,” Matilda responds. “Would a blue bedroom be too terribly depressing?” 

“I don’t think so,” Miss Honey replies. “Blue is a very relaxing color, I think that would be a fine color to paint your room.”

“Do you like blue, Miss Honey?” Matilda asks, looking up at her. 

“I do,” Miss Honey says. “I think it’s a wonderful color. So many lovely things are blue.” 

“Like the sky,” Matilda says. 

“And bluebells,” Miss Honey says. 

“And the sea.”

“And your eyes,” Miss Honey says, gently tapping the end of Matilda’s nose. Matilda blinks in shock before she giggles faintly. “Let’s go pick some paint.” 

Matilda follows her to the paint aisle and looks around at all the different swatch cards. Miss Honey picks a few blue ones and starts perusing the different shade names. 

“These colors have very strange names,” Matilda says as she grabs a few too. 

“They do, don’t they?” Miss Honey chuckles. “Look here, this one’s called Lost at Sea.” 

Matilda giggles as she holds up one of the cards. “I’ve got one called English Channel.”

Miss Honey chuckles as she reads the one Matilda holds up. “How funny. It’s a lovely shade, though.” 

“It is,” Matilda agrees with a nod. “But I like this one.” 

“Light Sky,” Miss Honey reads through the glasses perched on the tip of her nose. “It’s quite peaceful.”

“Yes,” Matilda says. “Whenever I got overwhelmed before I could do my telekinesis, I used to imagine myself floating in the sky with the clouds. On a hot air balloon, or something. And I was so high up nothing could bother me anymore.” 

“That sounds lovely,” Miss Honey murmurs softly. “Would you like to do that in your room? We could paint the walls this color if you’d like, and add clouds.”

“Could we?” 

Miss Honey crouches down to her eye level. “We can do whatever we’d like.” 

Matilda beams and tackles her in a hug. Miss Honey squeezes her close and gently strokes through the soft ends of Matilda’s hair. They stay that way for a moment, both of them relishing in having someone dear they can hold close, before Miss Honey grabs the swatch card and heads to find someone to mix it up for them. Matilda follows, tightly holding her hand. 

—-

They start painting the next day. They were both quite exhausted after their shopping day, but Matilda is so eager to get started that Miss Honey can’t find it in herself to push it back any further. 

They don some tattered old things of Miss Honey’s that can stand to get covered in paint. Matilda giggles when she sees her in the ill-fitting and informal sweatshirt and jeans. Miss Honey laughs right back seeing Matilda swimming in an old button-down blouse with holes in the elbows and some shorts tied to fit around her waist. 

“Miss Honey?” Matilda asks as she takes a small brush to outline the electrical outlets. 

“Yes, Matilda?” Miss Honey replies as she rolls the blue over a section of the first wall. 

“What’s your middle name?” 

“My middle name is Faith,” Miss Honey says. “My father said that it took so much faith for he and my mother to have me that they hardly even had to think about it.” 

“Jennifer Faith Honey,” Matilda recites to herself. “It’s pretty.”

“Thank you,” Miss Honey says. 

“Is it very common to take someone else’s middle name?” Matilda asks as she outlines the light switch. 

“Not very common, I would think,” Miss Honey says. 

“Oh,” Matilda replies. Miss Honey smiles sadly. 

“Were you hoping to share a name?” 

“Not really,” Matilda shrugs. “I’m just looking for inspiration.” 

“I think you’ll know when you find the proper one for you,” Miss Honey says, finishing the first wall. 

“Matilda Faith sounds nice, but I don’t think it’s right for me,” Matilda replies. 

“And that’s perfectly alright. We’ll get your name sorted out whenever you find the right one for you,” Miss Honey says. She takes a step back to admire her work. “What do you think?”

“It’s brilliant,” Matilda says, unable to keep a smile off her face. 

“Good,” Miss Honey says, panting a bit for breath. “Hard work, isn’t it?” 

Matilda rests her brush on the tray and nods, coming to hug her. “Thank you.” 

“Of course, my little firefly,” Miss Honey murmurs, kissing the top of her head. “You’ve got paint in your hair.” 

“You smell of it.” 

“I think we’ll both need a bath after we finish here,” Miss Honey chuckles. 

They continue chatting as they paint the other three walls. Matilda eventually finishes all her outlets and joins in using the rollers. With the both of them working it goes much more quickly, though Matilda can only reach about three quarters of the way up the wall with hers and has to leave Miss Honey to do the rest. 

By the time they finish the last, the first wall has dried. Miss Honey cracks open the can of white paint they purchased and takes a sponge. Matilda watches curiously as she dabs it in seemingly random spots on the wall in front of her, until she pulls back and reveals a quaint little cloud. 

“What do you think?” 

“It’s fantastic,” Matilda beams. Miss Honey smiles back and holds out the sponge. 

“Why don’t you do a few?” 

Matilda takes the sponge from her hand and dips it into the paint. She picks a spot on the wall and stares at it, unmoving.

“Matilda?” 

“What if I ruin it?” Matilda asks worriedly. Miss Honey gently rests a hand on her shoulder and leans in to look from Matilda’s eye level. 

“Have you ever seen a perfect cloud?” she asks softly. Matilda thinks before she shakes her head. “Then how could you ruin it?” 

She gently slides her hand down Matilda’s arm and guides the sponge to the wall. Once it’s squished against the surface and the first splotch of white is there, Matilda’s fear dissipates the slightest bit. She pulls it away and dabs it around in a few more spots before she takes a step back to see what she’s done. 

A delightful, fluffy looking cloud sits before her. 

“Beautiful,” Miss Honey says. “Do a few more.” 

“What are you going to do?” Matilda asks. Her eyes widen as Miss Honey suddenly pulls out several tiny pots of various colored paints. 

“Skies with just clouds are boring, don’t you think?” 

Matilda smiles and nods. Miss Honey grabs a step stool and heads to the corner of the wall closest to Matilda’s window. 

Matilda sponges on another cloud as Miss Honey outlines a hot air balloon in a rainbow of colors. 

Miss Honey is beautiful when she’s concentrating on something. Matilda likes watching her read, or cook, or clean, or do paperwork. Anything, really. Her eyes aren’t angry the way her parents’ used to be. They simply look… excited. Welcoming to whatever this project she’s working on might bring her. 

Her hair is unkempt today, since they’ve been working so hard. Matilda observes the frizzy strands framing her face, illuminated from behind by the afternoon sun streaming in through the window. She looks like the angels in all those paintings in the books about art Matilda has read. Matilda doesn’t believe in angels in the biblical sense, but if there ever was a real one, it would be Miss Honey.

The silence between them is peaceful as they continue working on the accent wall. Matilda’s old house was always loud; whether due to her parents shouting at each other or just the ever-on television. It’s quiet, here, but in a comforting sort of way. Miss Honey doesn’t feel a need to speak all the time. Matilda appreciates that. 

Miss Honey starts humming a tune to herself as she works. She sings and hums a lot. Her voice is soft, and sweet. She almost never notices she’s doing it. Matilda often just sits and listens to the comforting, dulcet tones of her voice. She doesn’t dare mention the humming or the singing to Miss Honey’s face, lest she become self conscious and stop it altogether. 

Their home is quiet, but not silent. And Matilda is perfectly happy with that. 

-

The sun is beginning to set by the time they finish with their respective tasks. Miss Honey has painted the most beautiful hot air balloon Matilda could’ve possibly imagined, with stripes in every color of the rainbow holding up the little basket. 

“I think we need one last finishing touch,” Miss Honey says as they admire their handiwork from the other side of the room, hands resting pensively on their chins. 

“Finishing touch?” 

Miss Honey grabs the yellow paint and pours some into an empty tray. Matilda approaches in confusion, which only grows when Miss Honey sticks her hands into it. 

“Miss Honey!” 

“I think…” Miss Honey says pensively, looking at every little place on the wall. She reaches up high and places one hand on the wall. “Here.” 

“What are you doing?” Matilda giggles. Miss Honey lines up her other hand against the first handprint so it’s facing the other way and repeats the motion. 

“Come on,” Miss Honey coaxes, motioning to the paint with a smile. Matilda hesitates for a second before sticking her little hands into the gloopy yellow paint. Miss Honey comes up behind her and hoists her into the air. “Put one handprint there.” 

Matilda does, lining up her hand so it’s perpendicular to Miss Honey’s handprints and squishing it against the wall. She squeals slightly as the paint oozes and gets between her fingers. 

“And there,” Miss Honey coaches. Matilda puts handprints everywhere Miss Honey points to, and smiles as she’s rested gently back on the ground. 

“The sun,” she says when she sees what their handprints have made. 

“I think that’s the best sun I’ve ever made,” Miss Honey says proudly. 

“Our thumbprints made a love heart,” Matilda giggles, standing on her tippy toes to show the part where their thumbs overlapped. “There.” 

“I think that’s fitting,” Miss Honey says quietly. Matilda smiles up at her. Miss Honey smiles back. “Now, I think it’s time we leave this to dry and go wash up for dinner.” 

Matilda nods. Impishly, when Miss Honey turns, she presses a still-yellow hand against her backside. Miss Honey yelps and whirls around. 

“Oh, you little gremlin!” she says. Unlike all the previous times Matilda has heard those words, there’s not a hint of malice behind it. She squeals as Miss Honey lunges for her and leaves a print on her shoulder. Matilda grabs a brush and some of the unused paint in other colors and swipes some over her sleeve. 

Miss Honey grabs some purple and swipes some onto Matilda’s nose. Matilda gasps, going a bit cross-eyed as she stares at her purple nose. Miss Honey bites her lip as she tries in vain to hold back a laugh, like she herself can’t believe she just did that. 

It turns to a shriek as Matilda suddenly charges, armed with some green that she swipes all over Miss Honey’s jeans. Miss Honey retaliates by grabbing her and spinning her around in a circle, leaving Matilda laughing harder than she thinks she’s ever laughed in her life and completely unable to do anything other than sink to the plastic-covered ground in exhaustion when she lets her go.

Miss Honey laughs as she lies next to her, staring up at the as-yet undecorated ceiling. “Oh, you make me laugh, Matilda.” 

“You make me laugh too, Miss Honey,” Matilda says quietly. Unthinkingly, she reaches for and squeezes her hand. Miss Honey squeezes her back. 

—————-

“Mrs. Phelps?” Matilda asks the next week during one of her daily visits to the book bus. 

“Yes, Matilda?” Mrs. Phelps replies, her turbaned head popping out from behind a shelf.

“What’s your name?” 

“My name?”

“I’ve only ever known you as Mrs. Phelps. What’s your first name, your middle name?” Matilda asks. 

“Why do you want to know so suddenly?” Mrs. Phelps asks, sitting in her chair and pouring a glass of lemonade. 

“I just think a person’s name is a good thing to know,” Matilda explains. Mrs. Phelps doesn’t seem to notice her dodging the question. 

“My first name is Praveena,” she says. “And my middle name is Dawn.” 

“Praveena Dawn Phelps,” Matilda says. Mrs. Phelps nods. “I like your names.”

“Thank you. I like yours too,” Mrs. Phelps replies. Matilda sips thoughtfully at her lemonade. 

“Do you have any books about names?”

“I must, somewhere” Mrs. Phelps tuts. “Remind me to organize my sections.” 

“I remind you every time I visit, Mrs. Phelps.”

“You do,” Mrs. Phelps acknowledges. “Fat lot of good it does, eh?”

“Miss Honey and I could help you do it sometime,” Matilda says as they both scan the shelves for anything to do with names. “She’s been wanting to visit you more.”

“Has she?” Mrs. Phelps says, a bit louder than she needs to since she’s a slight distance away. “She’s always welcome.” 

“I’ll let her know. We’ll clear a day,” Matilda says. 

“Ah! Here we are,” Mrs. Phelps calls. Matilda rushes over as she pulls out a small stack of dust-covered baby naming books. “I’ll keep an eye out for others, but this should be enough to get you started.”

“Oh, yes, this is perfect!” Matilda says. “May I borrow these?”

“Of course, Matilda,” Mrs. Phelps says. “What are you up to? Trying to name a character in a story of yours?”

“You could say that,” Matilda replies softly, staring at the books in her hands. “Thank you Mrs. Phelps! I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“By the windmill!” Mrs. Phelps calls as she goes rushing out the door. 

“Windmill!” Matilda yells to acknowledge she heard. Mrs. Phelps shakes her head affectionately and starts packing up for the day. 

—————

“Your new room is brilliant,” Lavender says upon seeing it for the first time. It’s come a good ways since the painting of the walls. Every day they add a little something. Matilda has a proper, massive, cozy bed with fluffy white sheets and pillows and blankets like a cloud. 

She has a huge bookshelf, large enough to practically take up the whole wall. Miss Honey has been taking her to bookstores as well as her visits to Mrs. Phelps at the library, so it’s filling up quite quickly. She has her own desk for schoolwork and a place to read. And Miss Honey even put together a special reading nook in the corner, with a plush carpet and rainbow-colored cushions to sit on, and a tulle rainbow curtain hanging from the ceiling like a tent. It’s everything a little girl could want from a bedroom. “Thank you.”

“What are you reading this time?” Lavender asks around a mouthful of bubblegum, lying on her stomach on Matilda’s new bed. 

“A book of baby names,” Matilda replies. 

“Baby names? What baby?” Lavender asks. She gasps suddenly. “Is Miss Honey-”

“No, she’s not,” Matilda interrupts. “I’m trying to pick my middle name.”

“You don’t have one?”

“No,” Matilda replies. “And I can’t find one for myself, either.” 

“My mum says picking my middle names was harder than my first,” Lavender agrees. 

“What’s yours?” 

“I’ve got three,” Lavender replies.

“Three?!” Matilda asks in shock. 

“My whole family kind of does. In the Philippines a lot of people have got two first names, and their mum’s old last name usually becomes a middle name,” Lavender says. “My parents gave me two first names and two middle names. But I count the second first one as a middle one.”

“That’s lucky,” Matilda says. “What are they?”

“My first name is Lavender-Maria,” Lavender says. “And my middle names are Elizabeth and Santos.”

“Lavender-Maria Elizabeth Santos Torres,” Matilda says. 

“In the flesh,” Lavender says with a nod. 

“How did your mother pick your middle name? The Elizabeth one, I mean?” Matilda asks, closing her book and gently putting it aside. 

“I dunno,” Lavender says with a small shrug. “She said she thought about names she’d seen and that she liked. In stories, and stuff. And she picked one from that. But she picked my brother’s because his middle name is our dad’s dad’s dad’s name.” 

“Stories…” Matilda mumbles to herself. She shifts so she’s lying flat on her back, looking up at her ceiling. Miss Honey hung twinkly lights all over it that look like stars when the lights are off. The lights aren’t on right now, since it’s daytime, but they’re one of Matilda’s favorite bits of her new bedroom. “What do you think my middle name should be?” 

“Lavender?” she suggests with a chortle. 

“I wouldn’t want to steal your name,” Matilda replies in complete seriousness. “But it is a lovely name.” 

“What are some of your favorite book characters? Just pick one of them,” Lavender says. 

“Ophelia,” Matilda says. She wrinkles her nose. “Matilda Ophelia sounds like a medical condition.” 

Lavender laughs harder than is probably appropriate. “Yeah.” 

“Sherlock Holmes,” Matilda says.

“He’s a boy.” 

“Yeah,” Matilda sighs. “Casy?” 

“Casy’s not bad,” Lavender says. 

“It still just… doesn’t feel like me,” Matilda grumbles. “How about… Josephine? Miss Honey’s been reading me Little Women before bed this week. She says Jo reminds her of me.”

“Matilda Josephine is just a mouthful,” Lavender says, blunt as always. Matilda nods with a sad sigh. Lavender clocks it, because she sits up and rests a friendly hand on Matilda’s shoulder. “You’ll think of something. You think of everything.” 

Matilda giggles at that. “Thanks, Lavender.” 

“What are best friends for?” Lavender says. 

—————

It takes another month of thinking, and another four name books Mrs. Phelps orders specially for her. Matilda spends practically all of her free time poring over what her middle name should be. She’s had a few that sound nice, but none of them have quite given her that… aha moment. That just right feeling, like the kind you get when a story has the perfect ending. 

She’s about to call off the hunt for a middle name altogether and stick to just being plain Matilda, when something Lavender said comes back to her. 

“But she picked my brother’s because his middle name is our dad’s dad’s dad’s name.”

A family name. 

Matilda never met her own grandparents. They never visited or called. She wonders if her parents even bothered to tell them she existed or not. She doesn’t know their names, or what they look like. Neither of her parents have siblings, so there’s no aunts or uncles to pick from either. She most definitely isn’t interested in naming herself after her parents.

She doesn’t have any family names to pick from. 

She fidgets sadly with a loose thread on Miss Honey’s duvet, thinking about everything and nothing at the same time. Miss Honey is working on something for the school at her big wooden desk against the wall. Matilda listens to the sound of her pen scritching quietly across the paper in perfect, even strokes. 

Miss Honey says all the time that Matilda doesn’t have to ask for hugs when she needs one. And Matilda needs one now. 

She stands and pads over to the desk, wrapping her small arms around Miss Honey’s shoulders and resting her chin to peek over the left one. 

“Hello, darling,” Miss Honey says, resting a warm hand against Matilda’s cheek. 

“Hello,” Matilda replies quietly. 

“You alright?” Miss Honey asks. Matilda nods, so Miss Honey gives her a gentle pat and returns to her work. 

Matilda’s eyes wander over the desk. Everything stays in roughly the same place on Miss Honey’s desk. A snow globe that had been a gift from one of her students, a paperweight in the shape of a swan from another. Matilda’s eyes suddenly lock onto the photos of Miss Honey’s parents. 

“Miss Honey?”

“Yes, Matilda?” the woman replies. 

“What was your mother’s name?” Matilda asks quietly. The story that eventually led them both here told Matilda that her father’s name was Magnus, but Matilda never learned Miss Honey’s mother’s name. 

“My mother?” Miss Honey asks. Matilda can feel her smile as she reaches for the photograph. Mrs. Honey was a very beautiful woman. She gave Miss Honey her eyes, and she had dimples too. Matilda never met her, but even looking at the picture just fills her with a sense of love. “Her name was Katherine. But everyone called her Kate.” 

“Kate,” Matilda says. “Would… do you… do you think she’d mind if that became my middle name?” 

Miss Honey turns her chair around and gently takes Matilda’s little hands into her own warm ones, squeezing her palms. 

“I think she would be so honored,” she says. “That a little girl as amazing as you would want to be named after her.” 

“Really?” Matilda asks. Miss Honey has tears brimming in her eyes as she nods. 

“Really. From everything my father told me about her… she would have loved you so much, Matilda. You two would’ve been the best of friends,” she says, her voice trembling the slightest bit. 

“She sounds like I would’ve loved her too,” Matilda says, drying Miss Honey’s tears with little fingers. “As long as she liked to read.” 

“Where do you think I got it from?” Miss Honey asks with a chuckle, pulling Matilda into her lap. Matilda rests against her shoulder as they both look at the photo one more time. 

“Matilda Kate Honey,” Matilda says, more to herself than anything else. The words just feel… right, in her mouth. In her mind. She’s a Honey. And her middle name is Kate. Just like her grandmother. She does have a family name after all. “I love you, Miss Honey.” 

“I love you too, Matilda Kate.”

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thank you for reading!!

now to the boring stuff lol

i post on wednesdays!! not every single one, but when i do post things it will be on a wednesday so if you’d like to see more from me that is the day to keep an eye out! 

please feel free to leave requests, whether for these two or not and i will do what i can to make them happen :) 

i am, unfortunately for everyone involved, american, so i apologize for any inaccuracies in their britishness or for any differences in british systems and american systems that i’m not aware of. please bear with me!! 

with the exception of lavender (and likely a few other more ‘background’ characters) i’m going to do my best to leave them as physically vague as possible. for stories like these i think it’s more important that you as the reader be able to imagine whoever you want as these characters; whether that’s yourself, your favorite actor, or something else :) 

going along with that i did as much research as i could about how filipino people handle names but i am not filipino so i apologize sincerely again if anything with lavender wasn’t accurate.

i’m on wattpad and ao3 at the same handle so please feel free to pop in and say hello there if you’d like to!

i think that’s everything!! thank you so much for reading!! i hope you enjoyed and that you have a lovely day! 

[pen-papers]

got super upset but managed to cool down from it. But here's the chain reaction simplified:

Noticed I had almost 444 videos on my channel ➡️get excited because it's a unique number and look up any pokemon connected to it ➡️ it's Gabite! Perfect segway into me doing Garchomp line➡️ Realize that line is really something detailed and dark environment wise but I want to switch it up➡️ (Wip of that below)

instead decide I will draw them all outside at night with stars because thats nice and not super dark➡️ downside/ will take longer and not fit in my time queue ➡️decide to look for another pokemon with at least the number 44 in the dex of a pokemon either not already done or in a evo line i could do ➡️ TRAPINCH! a darling also a dragon fits well in my theme ➡️ I get to sketching but also flygon's form is...not working with me? (wip below)

➡️ program crashes on me mid drawing and recording :D

➡️decides that now is a good break time from doing so many big 3 evo lines at once. Will come back to them at a healthier and calmer time. Is a little sad.

Then I remembered I can still technically meet the 444 with my total number of pokemon drawn in my journal later on.

SO alls well that end well? c:

[emerxshiu]

Spoilers for The Midnight Soirée on ao3

link to the series: RosenRot Au (i hope the link works, i dunno how they work here on tumblr) by Analytical_Cochineal (ao3) here is their tumblr too

I finally decided to draw fanart for my favourite fanfic and kirby au (its actually my second attempt, fucked up the first one and left it unfinished) so here it is!

there isnt an official yin-yarn gijinka on the art references fic, and i was too lazy to create one for him so uh...yeah.

based on SaturdayLemon's comment on chapter 5.

i thought it'd be funny to have him in the shinji pose, it was a pain drawing this, i dunno what was more difficult, the chair or kirby himself in that pose

i kinda tried to like, merge my style a bit with the reference(? if thats understandable, dunno sorry im shit at explaining but i'll try my best, ok so, i wanted to keep the facial features, because my artstyle tends to be kinda simplified, especially in the face so it usually doesnt have much diversity in head form and stuff (im kinda trying to work on that), i think saying that i tried to adapt it to style would be more accurate? not sure, but if i try drawing this goober again i'll try ti adapt it better, because he kinda looks...off? to me

love'd bad end nights, i tend to ocasionally check ao3 to see if theres anything new in the tags i lurk on, gasped when i saw another entry on the RosenRot AU

the only way that i had to describe it after finishing chap.1 was

"its written by a human yet it is so beyond my human comprehension i literally didnt understand anything at all yet i understood everything at the same time and i love it" i dunno its weird to put what i felt into words. i think kirby has a terrible time is so accurate, so much so i'd say its an understatement and terrible doesnt make it justice to what the silly goes trough

originally this were gonna be two drawings, this the first, and another one of fluff dissapointed, but uh, i fucked up the second one and i couldnt salvage it. so he died i guess, i was thinking about end of chap3 and beggining of chap4, basically "were going to be wed my darling fian- what do you mean by what."

also my first attempt was chap5 fluff, but i fucked up and it was followed by one of the weirdest intereactions i've ever had (it was 2am and i hadent gotten a good sleep in some days and i was watching a video talking about those "kid channels" that are definitly not for kids and weird (censored ofc) stuff appeared and i literally said "do u see this shit fluff" y'know the spider-man meme? yeah that one, and there's more but im going off the rails)

dead attempt of the chair thing

i think imma cut it here, i have so much more to rant about (i rlly love this au) but i'll save it for another post of this

Jambuhbye :3 !

[arcadekitten]

Hi again! Sorry if this is a loaded question/has been answered before, but how do you come up with the ideas for your games, and how do you flesh them out into full-on stories? Also, do you have any writing tips? Especially ones concerning visual novel/RPG writing.

Hello hello!!

Honestly most of my ideas stem from my characters!! Typically it starts with me having characters I really care about and them formulating stories around them. I often think about major events I would want to happen in these stories and then how they might string together to form a competent beginning, middle, and end. You might have to let go of a few of those ideas along the way, but having some "darling ideas" to pick and choose from and swap out is always good!

For example, Crowscare. I always had Ryo who was a little scarecrow child. From there I started experimenting with the idea of living in an autumnal town and having some sort of connection to crows, being a scarecrow himself. He only has a Dad, would he want a mom like his friends have? Would this mom character be good or bad? What events could happen depending on what I choose? So on, so forth, etc etc....That's a really simplified explanation, but I hope it makes sense!

As for writing tips, hmm...Something I do is often write myself brief character descriptions before getting into the skeleton of my stories. It helps me keep track of the characters motivations and wants and how that will influence the direction of the story. It's good to try and keep your characters internally consistent, and if their personality causes conflict that's probably a good thing rather than a bad thing! Might just mean you gotta get a bit creative with how you're going to get to the ending you want!

[neerons]

You said that Kazuomi’s ultimate vacation is part of the main story but it’s under special stories? I guess you mean it’s essential to be read? What special stories of MK are a must read? Because they have a lot of LC ones and well it will take a long time for me to get through them all because of money. I guess what I want to say is that I want to prioritize the must read ones only for practicality sake. So which stories are these?

Hi!

My bad, I got mistaken and thought that it was a main story considering it did mention some important things related to the previous MS, and I genuinely thought it was time for a new MS for him. I should have doubled checked beforehand though sorry sorry!

I don't know what the next MS will be about, but I wouldn't say Ultimate Vacation is essential to read to understand what will happen in the next season, although it's definitely better if you do get to read it. You wouldn't miss out on important lore details particularly, but more on the characters' development in their relationship.

A lot of MK's special stories are linked to the MS and in this case, I guess you could say that altogether, they all form the MS. It's kind of hard to pinpoint exactly which special stories are to prioritize due to that, but I'd say that the special stories aren't required to understand the MS, so they're not really a must-read.

To simplify, main stories are required to understand special stories, but special stories aren't required to understand main stories. If you're looking to catch up to the main story only, you don't have to buy the special stories yet, you could even read them for free if they're LC and buy hearts later.

I also have to mention that I have been reading all stories from the moment they were released, so I have read a lot of them maybe 1 or 2 years ago, or even more. I don't remember everything that happens in them, so I can only help you with the ones where I remember what happens for the most part.

If you want to know the ones I think are more important to learn a bit more about him or about the development of the relationship, I recommend the following:

Salacious Christmas Kisses

Imitation Marriage

Crazed Kisses for My Darling

Ultimate Vacation

Not at all linked to any of the main stories but these ones are important to know more about their past back in college (you can choose to only read and buy hearts to use on Kazuomi's PoV and therefore will learn more about him):

Episode Zero: The Legendary Rebels Meet 1 & 2

Again, these special stories are definitely not required and won't bring you amazing plot twists, but they're awesome to read. Think of them more as bonuses to the MS.

If you ever need help with the amount of hearts you'll need for the stories, I'm sure you can find a few love choice guides out there, or I could help you and make them if you ever need it

Thank you for the ask, and happy reading to you ❤

[chorusfm]

Taylor Swift – 1989

Can it really be your “first documented, official pop album” if you’ve already released three of the biggest pop albums in recent memory? 10 years ago this weekend, Taylor Swift delivered the answer to that question, and the answer was a decisive, resounding “Yes.” From the vantage point of 2024, it’s almost difficult to remember any version of Taylor Swift that wasn’t a world-conquering, stadium-tour-dominating pop star. The past two years of Taylormania have so thoroughly dwarfed any other pop star achievement in my lifetime that it’s even a little difficult to think back to pre-COVID times, when it seemed like the Taylor Swift machine was maybe starting to run out of gas. As mid-decade lists pour out from every music publication out there, I expect plenty of debates about what was the quote-unquote “best song” or “best album” of the decade. When it comes to discussing the artist of the decade so far, though, there is simply no debate: it’s Taylor, then it’s 93 million miles, and then it’s everyone else. But it wasn’t always that way, and in the Taylor Swift story, it’s album number five, 2014’s 1989, that serves as arguably the most important inflection point between phase one Taylor and the force of nature we know today. Per the narrative, Taylor Swift before 2014 was a country star who had crossed over to pop music success but never fully left her Nashville roots behind. 1989, in being her “first documented, official pop album” – the weird phrasing she used to describe the LP when she officially announced it in August 2014 – was the album that made the crossover complete, and solidified Taylor’s status as the world’s biggest musical star in the process. The thing with narratives is that they’re often predicated on half-truths. Real life is messy, full of all sorts of jagged edges and unclean lines. The stories we tell about our lives often sand away those edges to simplify the act of retelling. Such is also the case with artists and the stories they tell about their art, and it’s certainly true about Taylor Swift, someone who had absolutely made pop albums long before 2014. Let’s review: Taylor arrives, at least as a recording artist, in 2006 with her self-titled LP. No arguments from me that this debut album is clearly a country record. The same is probably true about 2008’s Fearless, even though it achieved the kind of crossover that no country album in my lifetime up to that point had achieved. There had been massive, massive country acts in the ‘90s, of course: Garth Brooks and Billy Ray Cyrus and Shania Twain and Faith Hill and the Dixie Chicks. All those artists sold tons of albums, and most of them scored massive hits. Faith Hill even had the top-charting song of 1999, besting Santana and Rob Thomas and “Smooth.” With Fearless, though, Taylor felt more embraced by the pop mainstream than any of country’s ‘90s titans, especially as songs like “You Belong with Me” and “Love Story” broke down every genre barrier out there. Fearless was also an awards show darling in extremely notable ways, whether Taylor was beating out Beyonce at the MTV Video Music Awards (much to the chagrin of a certain rapper) or winning her first of four (and counting) Album of the Year Grammys. So, that’s one true-blue country album, and one album that rode the pop-country divide so cleverly that it brokered a new kind of peace between pop listeners and country listeners. The widespread embrace of Fearless set the stage for two albums that arguably have more pop in their DNA than country. 2010’s Speak Now throws Nashville a couple bones, in the form of songs like “Mean,” “Back to December,” and the b-side “Ours.” But it’s also got pure pop moments like “The Story of Us” and “Sparks Fly,” and big rock songs like “Haunted” and “Better Than Revenge.” It was also the first Taylor album to sell a million copies in a week, a mark previously only achieved by one country album: Garth Brooks’ Double Live from 1998. 2012’s Red is even more blatantly “not country,” and that’s… https://chorus.fm/reviews/taylor-swift-1989-2/

[ohhffuucckk]

WAIT maybe they think ALL kink is sexual roleplay???? And so nonsexual roleplay is just roleplay?? Oh honey. Oh darling. No. Kink is not roleplay. It can include roleplay, but kink as a whole is not roleplay. I will *literally* fuck my partner while they sleep because somniphilia, the kink of having sex while sleeping (simplified for baby), is a literal sexual act they want to occur to them. That's right buddy, without warning or consent. That's also part of it. And they cum to it too. And they ask me to do it again sometime.

But we can get weirder, inanimate object kinks lack any and all roleplaying features. Sometimes people just like humping physical balloons until they literally pop, or genuinely drinking and swallowing actual excreted human urine and fecal matter, or the FAMOUS foot fetish- speaks for itself. No hyperbole or exaggeration or imagination or representation. Just action.

Nonsexual Kink my ass, sex doesn't even HAVE to include genetalia or climaxing. It's still sexual! Honey if you're obsessed with wearing collars and being owned while walking on all fours and barking and being praised for being a Good Little Puppy then that's a form of sexual play- not because you're being sexualized by others who think it's hot, but because those actions are done as a form of intimacy and power dynamics. You're getting satisfaction out of it.

Who am I kidding, nobody who's a virgin is ready to hear that you can commit sexual play without ever stimulating the genitals or other erogenous zones. Okay maybe this will work...

Finding out something you didn't really think was weird *is in fact weird* can be hard. But shut your mouth, for your own sake. If you aren't ready to admit it's sexual, explore it privately. Learn more about the community before you make a fool out of yourself. Have fun with the incognito tab. Go on FetLife, read The Bottoming Book or The Topping Book. Observe before you act, like a normal person.

And finally, if it's not kink then it's an interest or an aesthetic. Maybe you just like dressing up in lolita fashion- it doesn't have to be a kink. But if it's not a kink, stay off our fucking lawn and get our word out of your mouth. Happy pride, faggots, I'm going to go have gay Intox rapesex with my subby little victim and then snuggle with some salty snacks and OG Avatar: The Last Airbender.

This website seriously needs to stop talking about sex because you people are obviously not having any. You don’t know what you’re talking about.