#thank you for asking! love to talk about dol

[veliseraptor]

hmm how about a throwback - Felix/Mildmay

answering one more and then taking a break for a bit - always love to see it, good throwback and I'm gonna say yes, particularly if we include a loose definition of "shipping" but also. if we don't

What made you ship it?

Sarah Monette made me ship it when she wrote a pair of codependent brothers damaged by trauma with a deeply dysfunctional relationship who still love each other very much, and also one of them is attracted to the other one, but possibly that's at least partly because of the relationship in his head between sex and love as inseparable from each other.

It's all her fault. I take no responsibility.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

I mean... [gestures above]. But if I have to go beyond that, I think it's probably the way that their relationship grows and develops over the course of the series in a way I feel like I seldom get to see the full arc of, particularly not played out so messily and unevenly. Things get better and worse and better and then a lot worse, and by the time I hit the end of Corambis the catharsis was very real.

But also the ways in which Felix is very mean to Mildmay as an extremely ugly expression of trauma are a lot of fun to me. And the way that Mildmay reenacts his issues with Keeper with Felix are also pretty great.

Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?

I know that if they actually fucked it would be catastrophically bad for their relationship and also undermine a lot of the ultimate development that happens at the end of the series but also a part of me is still like. They should've fucked. Just a little.

[s0upjuice]

Could you tell us more about the Cara research facility in Pmd Delivery of light? You don’t have to if that’s a spoiler!

Hello! Thank you for the ask~

While I haven't introduced the Cara Research Facility gang officially (I haven't written in a while yikes), I can talk about them a bit.

The facility is a scientific research lab founded by the Great Idalia, who was the hero that stopped Dark Matter a hundred years back or so. Aka, shes the PSMD hero!

She opened the lab in honor of her late Pikachu partner Cara (hence the name). In short, Idalia never managed to bring Cara back after dealing with Dark Matter. Because of that, she quit exploring and dedicated herself to scientific pursuits to help others. The exact kind of work she does is unknown, and largely assumed to just be her personal interests, but she also deals in pharmaceuticals.

The research facility is located in the Sand Continent, though a bit secluded, and has a great reputation for providing life-saving medicines that are given freely to locals. Her work is especially appreciated since the Sand Continent is the most isolated continent trade-wise, and imported medicines are expensive and takes a while to arrive. For this and her world-saving legacy as a hero, she's highly respected.

That being said, while she's known for being kind and gentle, she prefers keeping her distance from busy towns. Her research facility has only two assistants, Ivan and Skinner. They're unfriendly and secretive, but loyal to a fault and quite good at their jobs.

That's the Cara Research Facility in a nutshell! Thank you again for the ask, I always love talking about DOL.

[propertyofwhitney67]

For the prompt event!!! M!Whitney x F!PC with stepcest, pregnancy, and domestic stuff? not quite sure if i could ask for three prompts, so feel free to pick from those three if i listed too much!!

I also really love your writing btw :DD you were one of the first DOL blogs I followed! Keep up the great work!!

Mother knows Best

M!Whitney x F!Reader

Prompt Event: stepcest, pregnancy, domestic stuff

Words: 422

Tw: Pregnancy, stepcest/pseudocest,

Note: Oh my goodness!!! Thank you so much, omg I’m gonna cry. I can’t believe I wasn’t following you already, I’m so scatterbrained. I loved this so much that I had to do all three.

My thoughts are running wild, I can’t even focus on my book. I rubbed my pregnant stomach, my big stepbrother's baby. Whitney’s baby. I sighed deeply, I don’t regret it but it’s been hard. People talk and rumors spread.

I didn’t notice said big brother walk into the room and sit down till I felt him lay in my lap. His weight pulled me from my thoughts, his presence was comforting. I ran my fingers through his hair as he turned the tv on, “Hey.” He hummed but didn’t answer, resting his head on my stomach and changing the channel. I shook my head and smiled, going back to my book. “Love you too.” 

He rubbed my thigh lovingly and joked, “You love your big brother? How sick.”

I lightly slapped him upside the head, “You should be grateful I love you. Do you don’t want an angry pregnant woman on your hands?” He knew I was sensitive about that.

Whitney answered almost instantly, “No.” He’s seen how I can get when I’m upset or don’t get what I want. “I don’t.”

As if to emphasize my words, I felt the baby kick, hitting Whitney who was resting his head on my stomach. “They agree.”  I smiled and went back to my book, feeling the baby kick some more.

He chuckled lowly, lifting my shirt to show off my stomach and rubbing it. He all but forgot about whatever show was on the tv, focusing on the baby growing in my stomach. “I can’t wait to meet you…” I heard Whitney whisper, trying to be quiet. I smiled widely behind my book but stayed silent, enjoying listening to him talk to our baby. They would sometimes kick in response to whatever Whitney was talking about.

“Having fun?” I asked, turning a page in my book. 

He hummed happily, “I think they like me more than you.”

I rolled my eyes, putting my book down to the side. “Oh really?” I asked before crossing my arms.

“Yep.” He kissed my stomach and pulled my shirt back down. “I think she’s going to be a daddy’s girl.”

I raised a brow and crossed my arms, “Since when are they a girl? I thought we were keeping it a surprise?” We specifically agreed on it being a surprise.

Whitney sat up, smirking. “A father knows.” He explained, rubbing my thigh again.

I pursed my lips and hummed, “Uh huh, I thought a mother knows best?” 

He dropped his head and mumbled under his breath, “Fuck…”

𝘔𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

𝘒𝘰-𝘍𝘪

[throneofsapphics]

Hey! I would loovee a part two of ‘Theirs’, maybe where reader pulls away from nessian because she doesn’t trust them (especially intimately) after what happened

And they’re just in agony but realise if they act the way they did before, they might lose her forever

I’m a sucker for angst with a happy ending😅 (if you want)

theirs part two 

Nessian x f!Reader

(part one)

Summary: Everything came crashing out, the flood gates opened. “Is there a way to fix this? I felt violated, hurt, and neither of you even bothered to ask.”

Warnings: some angst, discussions of SA/dubcon, not proofread

A/N: thank you for requesting it! sorry it took so long, this is a bit shorter and kinda went off script

The next morning, both of them acted as if nothing was wrong. Like it was another ordinary day with the events of the previous night washed clean. You couldn’t wash that fear out of your memory. Sure there was arousal present, but the entire night had not sit right with you. Still, you kept a smile on your face and kept up the pretense. Mainly because you didn’t know what else you could dol. You didn’t find your own release that night either. Maybe they didn’t know, or were trying to punish you. Either way, it didn’t matter right now. 

Cassian leaned in for a kiss as he left, he was already running late, but you turned your head, letting him leve one on your cheek. He frowned at you but didn’t time to question it as he took off. You let out a slow breath as he flew away. He hadn’t the time to question it and you planned it that way. Nesta wasn’t present either, and you know she would’ve had questions. She’d always been particularly observant. 

You tried to put up a good front, but after a week Nesta finally brought it up. 

“What’s wrong?” It was just the two of you, in the library. 

“Nothing,” you said shortly, returning your focus to your book. She snatched it from your hands, marking your page and setting it aside. 

“Talk to me.” Her words were a plea, almost begging. “You’ve barely kissed or touched either of us all week, haven’t spoken much - you’re turning into a ghost.” 

You didn’t know how to answer her, what kind of words would actually explain it. Nesta waited not-so-patiently, but she could see you were thinking and held her tongue. “That night, after Rita’s,” you spoke quietly. “Put yourself in my shoes.” 

Anything else, you might’ve burst into tears and left her to her thoughts, searching for a place you could find some peace and solace. 

You knew Nesta would speak to Cassian about it, and they’d likely try to find you after dinner - you’d taken to eating somewhere else, feigning work to do. 

Sure enough, they showed up and you ended up in one of the cozier sitting areas. 

“I thought you enjoyed it,” Nesta started. 

“My body did …” you took a few deep breaths, calming yourself. “But I didn’t feel safe.” 

“Why didn’t you say something?” Cassian countered. 

“You didn’t give me a chance,” you snapped at him. 

Nesta’s eyes widened. “I’m sorry.” Out of all things, you never expected Nesta to apologize to you. Actually, you’re not certain you’ve heard those words come out of her mouth before. “How do we fix this?” 

Everything came crashing out, the flood gates opened. “Is there a way to fix this? I felt violated, hurt, and neither of you even bothered to ask.” Your breathing grew heavy, fists clenched, a tightness in your chest.” 

“A safeword.” Nesta blurted out. 

“It’s not just about sex,” you snarled, “I was having fun. FInally introducing you to my friends, and you couldn’t wait til the Gods-damned night was over before dragging me out.” 

You left the room, any longer and you might’ve said something you would truly regret. 

It took months for them to earn your trust back. So many discussions on boundaries, and you could tel they were really trying. They asked to meet your friends again, in a different setting, and you relented. If there was any jealousy, they kept it firmly under wraps. You loved them, with all of your heart, and managed to trust again, to let them back in. 

[mothinabottle]

Hey hey I don't know if I've asked you this already (if I have I'm so sorry I have the memory of a goldfish that embodies an orange cat ^^")

But

I'm planning on making my dol pcs in the Sims4 and I was wondering if it'd be alright if I did the same with yours? I wanna have my friends dol pcs live under a roof (and see what chaos will ensure and post about it xD) once I've set my computer back up and done all the updates...there are so MANY updates ;-;

I understand if that's not alright with you though ^^

Dearest, it is more than alright! In fact, I am really flattered that you'd like to recreate them in the Sims 💙

Pls do tag me whenever these little demons do stupid shit, because I know they will.

Did a small relationship chart with the final school uniform designs to guide u a little.

Resumed description of each PC below

Hana is quite easy. She/them is obsessed with having a perfect academic record and is the most prideful person you'll ever encounter. No one can be better than her at school or she will lose her mind.

Partygoer, academic genius, socially dumb, can barely boil water and usually stresses herself to the point of fainting and bleeding. Prefers to talk things out. Smokes a lot, drinks a lot

Neat room, everything organized except from the amount of papers scattered around. Likes to show off trophies and medals. Tons of band posters. Her electric guitar is her most prized posession. Voice has an incredible range and is very powerful, thus a great singer

Hana crossdresses a lot to go out and such. Only wears female clothing at school. Extremely tall (1.95 cm). Doesn't know what to do with her life

Masculine body, fit but max ass. It's difficult to describe her, but some drawings give a hint of her body type

Kari is tricky. Really violent. Anger issues. Fights a lot. Scars on her arms which she covers wirh her clothes. Manipulative, really easy to anger. Cannot draw for shit. Prefers having short hair but is scared of being seen as less feminine.

Overdoses on pills regularly. Sexual things are a sensitive topic, but isn't above using her body to get what she wants. Really small (1.47cm). Does her best to be seen as an angel, has a meltdown if sometimes makes her realize she is less than pure.

Room looks like an elegant room of a hotel. Extremely fancy with expensive stuff, but it looks so soulless it hurts.

Really curvy body. Max tits and ass. You get what I am saying

You can make her chubby, though. She would be happier if she was chubby like when she was a child. Only thin because fear of not being seen as conventionally attractive.

May is the trickiest. Since she is "dead", most things are left up to how you want her to be.

Important stuff would be:

-Very meek,

-Loves space and anything related to it. Best subject used to be Science

-Very kind. Selfless to the point of being an imbecile.

-Loves nature and is a huge dreamer.

- Hobby is knitting and watching movies.

-Unlike the first two, she always dreamed of having a family. Doesn't matter if big or small.

That would be all to kinda build sims for them. You can DM me if you have any doubts!

Thank you for this opportunity, teademoness, dear! 💙💙

[dollya-robinprotector]

I'm absolutely in love with your characters and how you draw them! Your dedication is just soooo 🥹🥹🥹 I saw you had other OCs too except the 3 you always show here and I just love how they all have the signature flower with two antennas that's just so adorable! Please keep drawing I love you and your blog so much!!

🍊 anon

🍊 anon?? Do you perhaps know that I love Rin Len or something?? TTOTT)

jk jk, thank you for your interest 🍊 Anon I know which post you're talking about, but I can't find it now. Uhhhh so yeah I never thought I was an OC artist so I can't give you more details, I do have, but they all just stay in my mind ahaha....

But, one thing for sure, is that I'm a design artist, so I often give my children new clothes! Absolutely not because I never remember their original outfits or anything hahaha-

This is something I drew 4 years ago, so no DOL PCs yet, but this is pretty much every other OCs I have created! I "shrank" them and their age to make a family photo, so these are not their original forms.

Feel free to ask me questions if you're interested in any of them!

[fungus-no69]

Hi, I really love reading about your PC (Cain? The one that can fight Bailey)

Do you think you can tell us about his interactions/feelings with LI!

omg hiiii (fluttering my eyelashes kicking my legs twirling my hair) thank you so much for the ask!!! i love to talk about my pcs and ocs and stuff

Cain is a menace but he does have his favs!! He has male LIs :]

cw: Dol typical bullying, assault/fighting and attempted murder mentions in Whitney's, stalking and kidnapping in Kylar's (kidnapping in Eden's), heavily violent fantasies and death in Bailey's

Sydney!!!! Sydney was the first person he met at school who didn't try to fight him even when Cain was initially very destructive around the library- i.e. accidentally knocking over shelves, starting fights, returning books covered in mud and scratches- there were many times they bickered and such but Cain began to warm up to Sydney, trying harder to keep books clean and fighting anyone being a dick to Syd. They became very slow friends and often go to the beach together just to hang out. They do like each other but Cain wants to remain friends for the moment due to his living situation which is basically avoiding Bailey, sleeping in the wolf cave, being in and out of jail and he doesn't want his bad behaviour to rub off on Sydney or make him a target of bullying

Black Wolf Despite the rocky start, Black Wolf and Cain get along- they've reached a kind of mutual understanding and respect. Not really much to say here honestly, they'd probably play fetch together I guess.

Alex They're not close at all but again, they're respectful of each other. Alex's dogs like Cain and Alex trusts their judgement. Alex hasn't harassed Cain and for him? that's a win. Alex thinks it's funny when Cain tries to eat the birds that rest on the fence, he's still trying to figure out if Cain actually lives in a cave or not because he sure looks more and more like it by the day. Smells like it too. ...Cain has had to promise not to eat the livestock

Robin They were childhood friends. Cain would play with Robin and Robin would basically run damage control- however they've started to drift. Robin barely sees Cain at school anymore and he doesn't come home so yeah. Cain still considers Robin a friend but wishes he would stand up for himself more (and get an actual job). He can't always be there.

Whitney They HATE each other, it was a bad impression from the start but now, whenever they see each other they fucking FIGHT. It's getting to the point where it's not even funny anymore, they are actually attempting murder at times. One time Whitney gave Cain a chipped tooth and Cain broke his nose and strangled him as a response. They had to have no less than 5 students and 2 teachers to separate them. It's not a great relationship to say the least, but for some reason Whitney still antagonises Cain despite knowing the consequences.

Kylar This one's a doozy. Initially, Cain defended Kylar because he pitied him but as the stalking picked up?? Their relationship quickly went downhill. Cain got downright aggressive with him and Kylar didn't really like that. Cue hysterical Kylar kidnapping Cain and his escape. Yeah, he doesn't like that guy. Whenever Kylar approaches Cain nowadays it's either he gets ignored or punched. Cain doesn't forgive easily let alone for being kidnapped. Their relationship won't change any time soon, if at all. Bonus:

Wren They're blackjack buddies, Cain's not super good with words or tact but he knows how to play a fucking card game. Surprisingly doesn't cheat and has never lost a game. Thinks Wren is funny but also kind of a dick for stealing his clothes. May or may not have panicked and thrown him into the water at the docks.

Harper Listen, Cain's not the brightest bulb in the box- probably not even in the top 10- but he's pretty sure that's not what an actual doctor's certificate looks like (referring to the crayon drawn paper on the wall). Unimpressed.

Avery Thinks he's creepy but hasn't really had enough interactions with him to form a stronger opinion

Eden FUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOUFUCKYOU Cain doesn't like him. He got captured once, escaped pretty quick but still holds nothing but hate for Eden. Even without being tied up, Eden's always stealing his fucking prey and he's pretty sure the other guy knows Bailey.

Bailey The orphanage owner himself. Cain wants to kill him and feed him to the dogs on the street- maybe drag his lifeless corpse to his pack so that they can have a big meal for once without that stupid hunter's interference. He wants to crush his windpipe and feel bones crack under his hands- really prolong it so Bailey understands the shit Cain's gone through to get here and how much this fucking town has destroyed him as a person. No, he doesn't care about the future- because Bailey is not a person to him, but instead a leash that strangles him at every turn and Cain is selfish. He is bitter and hopeless and he knows it. Something something kicked dog with rabies.

[annabawritersdream]

Trick or treat! 👻

Hi! Thank you for the ask!

So, this is an excerpt from a gift-fic I've been working on featuring some of my OCs as well as some belonging to @lucifers-legions. This is excerpt is basically a short dialogue between my main OC Elenna "Enna" and her daughter "Finduilas" Finnie. They will both be featured in my WIP The Lady of Ithilien. Enna has already been introduced (she's the main character) and Finnie's turn will come too...eventually.

GLOSSARY (VALARIN)

Valide: Mother.

Gel (pronounced with a hard G), güzel kizim: Come, my beautiful girl.

Bağışlayın Valide: Forgive me/I am sorry, Mother.

“Valide?”

Elenna turned. “Finnie. Gel güzel kizim.”

The young lady curtsied and joined her mother on the balcony as the sun set over Dol Amroth. Elenna looked at her proudly. Finduilas, her sixth child and secondborn daughter, had always been special. Despite her young age, she was calm, poised and wise. She was beautiful, her eyes gray as stars and her hair a few shades darker than that of her father. She had become her mother’s confidante, her safe haven. She was so wise, so smart, so intuitive. She was exactly was Elenna had often been made out to be. Perhaps that was why the former lady of Ithilien had developed such a close relationship with her. Finnie was everything she had in vain tried to be. She was a daughter Elenna could be proud of. The child seemed to know her better than she had ever known herself, she seemed to understand her better than any other.

“You become more beautiful every day.”

“I not nearly as beautiful as you, Valide.”

Elenna smiled. “Nonsense. I am old now. I may have been agreeable once, but long years have passed since then.”

“You are not yet forty and you are of Dúnadan descent which means…”

“I am an old woman.”

“I have seen your wedding portrait. You have barely changed.” She paused. “I even daresay you have not changed at all, Mother.”

“You know how I dislike unnecessary flattery.”

“Mother…”

“I am nothing but a mere mortal. A woman whose womb will soon no longer be able to produce children.”

“Mamma.”

Elenna rested her elbows on the balcony. “There was a time when I thought…when I hoped...”

She let out a sigh. “I hoped I would be more than just a wife to your father. It appears I was wrong and blinded by juvenile delusions.”

“What are you talking about, Mother?”

“You are still so very young, my child. I do not expect you to understand just yet.”

“You might as well explain it to me. Try me.”

Elenna smiled and caressed her cheek. “Though I never admitted it, I hoped that I would one day be I regarded as a brave lady. I hoped my future husband would fall in love with my intellect, not just with my potential as a broodmare.”

“What are you saying, Mother?”

“I doubt your Father ever reciprocated my feelings,” Elenna retorted with a scoff. “Whatever faint attraction he might have felt early in our marriage has undoubtedly fizzled out. We are bound before the One, which is why, I suppose, he still fulfills his obligations to me as a lawful husband, yet I am no longer as naïve as I once was. I am grateful for the early years of happiness we were given and I will cherish them until it is time for me to join my deceased loved ones beyond the Circles of the World. I bore your father children and they were entrusted to me. I should have cared for them, I should have looked after them. I should have protected them as it was expected of me.”

“Sometimes I wish you could hear your words from the perspective of those to whom you speak. I think you would then quickly realize how baseless some of your claims are. You are not old and Father loves you. You only feel worthless because you hold onto a warped perception of reality. You are so stubborn you have consciously molded your surroundings according to your personal vision of things, which can be—and often is—painfully inaccurate.”

“How do you know your father loves me? Are you certain of it?”

“Even the blind and the deaf would agree with me.”

“He sees other women from time to time, I am sure he does. He probably has a harem somewhere, he has a place where he keeps his women. He is of course entitled to take as many mistresses as it pleases him and if I was married to someone else, it would not bother me in the slightest. Yet the thought of your father lying with another…”

She gulped. “It is soul-crushing and it should not be so.”

“You love him, Mother. You truly love him.”

Finnie glanced at her. “I do not know what a…harem is, but I highly doubt Father has one.”

“Ask Selim the next time you visit your uncle Elboron. I do not wish to speak of it.”

“Is it a tradition of the Haradrim? A festival perhaps?”

“I will not speak of it.”

“It must be something having to do with women, otherwise you would not be so upset about it.”

“Finduilas.”

“Is it a place? A secret room in the back of a house where girls and women are kept captive?”

“That is enough, child.”

“I am only trying to understand, Mamma.”

“You are being uncouth and inconsiderate, which is very much unlike you.”

“Bağışlayın, Valide,” the young girl quipped with a most elegant low curtsey. “I hope you are aware that I did not mean to be disrespectful. I only wished to…”

Her voice trailed off and she gulped as she swept her hair to the side. She staggered and lost her footing, Elenna promptly holding her. “Finnie?”

“I just felt dizzy for a moment. I’m fine now. There is no need to worry. It has been happening quite a lot recently, but it usually lasts mere seconds.”

“What do you mean? Does anyone know? Have you told the healers? Is your father aware of it?”

The little girl shook her head. “You very well know how apprehensive Father gets over menial things. He’s busy and I do not wish to keep him from his duties as urgent matters require his full attention.”

“If you do not wish to bother him, then please have me call for a physician. I would be much more comfortable knowing what is going on.”

“I do not need a physician, Mother. I am fine. Occasional headaches and fainting spells are hardly something to fret over.”

“You said it has been happening frequently.”

“I may have exaggerated. As you saw, it is not that bad. It is the nightmares I am concerned of.” She sighed. “Unfortunately, those cannot be treated.”

“Nightmares?”

“They are horrible and getting worse. I am scared, Mamma.”

Elenna wrapped a hand around her shoulder and kissed her hair. “Nothing will ever happen to you as long as your father is around.”

“He is not here now. And even when he was with us, bad things happened regardless. Boromir died, Elarion died, Ellie, Aearwen…Tilly…”

Elenna flinched and glared at her daughter. How could she spew out the names of her dead siblings so casually? She had only had a moment of heartfelt hesitation at the mention of her dearest sister. Eglantine. Tilly. The only one among her children Elenna had not birthed and, ironically, the most beloved. Her ray of sunshine, the daughter she had been proud of. She and Finnie had immediately bonded and this bond had brought Elenna to favor the latter above all of her biological children except for Mírion. Mírion would always come first. He was living proof that she had not utterly failed her husband; he was proof that she was indeed capable of producing healthy, strong sons. He embodied her best qualities, which were enhanced by his Maiarin blood. He was his father’s heir, the golden child, an expert soldier, a commander of Maiar. The only individual in all of Arda who had never failed her and never would. Perfection was not contemplated within Ëa, but she was firmly convinced Mírion was the closest thing to it since the Breaking of the World. The horror she had felt seconds earlier had suddenly been replaced by elation and giddiness. Mírion; her beloved, precious boy. She could not be parted from him. She needed him, she needed to be with him. Anárion was in her thoughts as well and she would have moved mountains to protect him, but the fondness she had for her husband’s trueborn son was hardly comparable to that which she felt for him and Anárion knew it. He had graciously accepted a situation which—he was well aware of it—could not be avoided.

A new snippet for you to hopefully enjoy @saurongorthaur9, @emmanuellececchi & @evenstaredits

& thank you again @transgender-daemon-faerie for the ask!

[sotwk]

🌀 for the ask game!!

Thank you for Asking, my friend! <3

🌀Post the fic summary for a fic you haven't written/published yet. It can be hypothetical or something you really plan on releasing...

I've been a bit hesitant to share this particular plan of mine, because it's a huge project that I'm not sure I would have the time, focus, or bandwidth to complete even halfway through. But it costs nothing to dream, right? XD Dream big!

I would love to write an actual long fic (almost a novel?) that details the entire history of Thranduil, his family, and the Woodland Realm, in a style similar to "Fire and Blood" (an ASOIAF novel) or dare I say The Silmarillion.

It would be called "Sons of the Woodland King: The Untold Histories of the Royal House of Eryn Galen", and it would be written by Celuwen Calatùliel. She is my OC, and the twin sister of Feren. As the devoted personal secretary to Elvenking Thranduil for many centuries, Celuwen writes her account based on stories told by members of the royal family themselves, particularly Thranduil, Maereth, and Arvellas. Talk about access to reliable sources!

SotWK Fancast: Felicity Jones as Celuwen

The history is in the SotWK AU of course, but it would span from the time of Thranduil's birth in Doriath until his sailing to the Undying Lands. It would also include the full background histories of Elvenqueen Maereth and Princess Itarildë (Crown Prince Mirion's wife/widow), both of whom are from Noldorin descent, so it would touch on the stories of Maglor and Glorfindel, as well as many other ancestors, both canon and OC! The tales would speak of the beauty and majesty of the "Golden Age" of Eryn Galen, the realm's tragic and slow decline into Mirkwood, and the courage of the Silvans as they fought to protect their lands against Dol Guldur and the Necromancer.

It would be a LOT! Again, I'm not sure I would be able to write it all, but it's just a matter of getting down all my headcanons and notes into an organized, cohesive form. I suppose I can try to chip away at it a little at a time! 👀😅

It's nice to talk about these headcanons separately, though, so I absolutely welcome all asks about my ideas/concepts!

[sashiavi]

I'd like to request 🥑, 🎨 and 🐝 for the ask game you posted uwu have a great day :3

Hehe thank you for participating~ gosh I had to gather a lot of links hehe (sorry for all the tags mloves)

🥑 ⇢ you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?

~Spirit..my wifey.. you'd help me hide a body... right?

~Kai, I did it for you and now you owe me 😩 I need an alibi

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

~Genuinely any and all of azuneekun's works but especially their Shane- ohhh mannn I am... I'm a simp

~Same with nicoleknives, their Shane? He lives rent free in my head and I always swoon whenever I have the pleasure if seeing their art.

~My love neetily always has the prettiest art ♡ her March drawing is to die for~ and all the wonderful sdv, dol and oc art my eyes have been blessed with~

🐝 ⇢ tag your biggest supporter(s) and say one nice thing about them

~As for readers, it's always a treat to see @letmesleepforeverpls and @skelitea pop up in my notifications ♡ thank you for all the notes you bless me with :3 I appreciate y'all sm ♡♡

~ @madsw9 you've been around practically since day 1 reading my silly lil fics, I'm so happy to call you my friend ♡ you're the best and I appreciate your existence in my life bby 👉👈

~ @neetily and @deepestnightcolor I'm still sometimes shocked that I have the privilege to call you guys my friends- you're both so inspirational and wonderful to talk to ♡ mwahmwahmwhh kisses ilysm

~ @the-massive-simp, Kai m'love, also here from my earlier days~ thank you for chatting with me and reading my lil things :3 I hope we get to talk more! Hehe

[digenerate-trash]

(I keep thinking about yandere Bailey vs the teachers. Probably OOC because neither yan Bailey nor yan Sirris would be this straightforward, but I won’t get better at writing subterfuge if I don’t try writing subterfuge.)

Sirris opened the door to the science classroom and waved Bailey inside. “Good evening, Bailey. Would you remind me which of the orphans in your care you called this conference about?” He sat down at his desk and offered the opposite chair to Bailey.

Bailey sat down on the opposite side of Sirris’s desk. “You have a kid of your own. An initiate at the temple, right?”

To his credit, Sirris didn’t flinch, “I thought we were here to talk about one of your charges, not mine. What are you implying?”

“It would be a shame if the little one learned the truth about you. You covered your tracks well, but not well enough. People who are willing to talk,” Bailey placed a sheet of paper with names and photos on the desk.

Sirris looked at it and smiled, “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. But it certainly would be easy to pay someone to say whatever nonsense you want with all of the money you take each week.”

Bailey knew that Sirris was bluffing. He saw Sirris’s shoulder tense when Sirris looked at that paper. But Bailey didn’t want to put time into this when he had a much easier way to break Sirris. He’d been polite and Sirris hadn’t yielded. It was time to go for the jugular. “From Danube Street to Wolf Street. Stays at the temple from 6 am to 7 am. Then Wolf Street to Oxford Street. School from 7 am to 4:40 pm. Oxford Street back to the temple on Wolf Street. Stays there from 4:40 pm to 11 pm, except on Fridays, then it’s Oxford Street to Elk Street from 4 pm to 8 pm and Elk Street to the temple on Wolf Street from 8 pm to 11 pm.”

”What?” Oh, Bailey loved how Sirris’s face blanched further with every word out of Bailey’s mouth.

“Why, I would have thought that you could recognize your own child’s schedule. Especially since it’s shockingly consistent,” Bailey said with fake politeness. Truly it had been ridiculously easy for his henchmen to learn Sydney’s schedule. The temple initiate even took the same route each day. “Why, it would be so easy for someone to memorize the routine and just take ‘em off the street. Maybe someone wouldn’t even need to take. That idiot would probably walk right into a van if asked. Did you never teach your only child about stranger danger? Honestly you��re incredibly lucky that nothing has happened. Robbery. Kidnapping. Assault. Murder. I’ve heard that those chastity devices the temple hands out-”

“Enough!” Sirris cut Bailey off, “What the hell do you want?”

“I want you keep your filthy hands off of what’s mine. They don’t even need to transfer to another class. Just never lay a finger on them again. You don’t touch mine and I won’t touch yours.”

“Deal, Sirris spat out.

“I’m glad we could come to an agreement,” Bailey stood back up and walked to the door. Before closing the door, he added one last threat, “And Sirris, if go back on your word, I will know.”

(Much thanks to the dol wiki on miraheze for Sydney’s schedule. Sydney didn’t fall asleep at the temple at all while being monitored by Bailey’s goons. Good job, Sydney.)

I'm bursting with love over this???? You liked my yan series so much your writing your own stuff for it?????

I love this I'm absoloutly cryin

Please God. I love this stuff so much. Still feel free to give me yan suggestions and all that kinda stuff. I love you anon!!

[yaki-dol]

AUURGH i js found ur acc off the dol tag and UR PC IS SO SO CUTE!!!! i love mayu sm do u have any info on her?? js curious!!! it’s so rare to find dol ppl hehe so i’m excited to see her ^_^

Aaaaaa i'm going to cry, thank you so so much ! 🥹✨✨✨ I'm so happy that you find her cute ! 🫶💜

I'm currently working on a proper presentation for Mayu, but since it's ask so nicely, here's some wholesome facts about her !

Her favorite colour is pink, but she loves pastel colours in general mixed with white or black clothings

She loves to read romance books and can spend hours looking for a new one to read when she is not working

Her LI is Whitney

Overall, she is a very sweet (a bit chaotic) girl who enjoy cute stuffs and pastries, like offer her some dessert and you're her friend now (so be prepared to be added to her collection of picture)

Aaaand done ! ✨ Thank you again for your request, i'm so happy to talk about Mayu more ! 🫶💜

[s0upjuice]

Could you tell us more about the association Ponkan works for? Or is that a spoiler?

Thank you again for the ask! Always love talking about DOL.

Special Agent Ponkan, the little nugget below, works for the PMDverse equivalent of Interpol (currently unnammed lol), dedicated to bringing the biggest and baddest crimes to justice. Local police forces can ask for their help or they can carry out independent missions as their intelligence department sees fit.

Ponkan specializes in criminal arrests, so she's the force the 'coppers' send to apprehend already identified criminals. She's pretty smart on her own, but her speciality is her sheer strength and stamina (if you've played with Ogerpon competitively, you know this little ogre packs a punch).

Currently, in the DOL story, this Interpol is investigating the string of crimes caused by a famous gang led by the wicked Babyface, who is the baddest loan shark of the Sand Continent. His lackeys had been selling poisoned mochis to small towns to brainwash its residents, leaving the town looted and in shambles by the end. Why they're doing this isn't exactly known, but Interpol suspects it may have something to do with bringing back Dark Matter by spreading negativity once more. Other crimes are also being investigated with a similar hypothesis.

For now, Babyface's three enforcers, Pretty Boy, Wise Guy, and Big Fella have been caught and sent to the maximum security penitentiary where only the most heinous criminals end up: The Alabaster Citadel, located at the very tip of the Mist Continent. They'll undergo interrogation and maybe we'll be a little closer to figure out what's going on.

A bonus for you: the Alabaster Citadel is run by its Master Warden, Rimes. He'll show up in the story eventually.

Thanks again for asking, have a great weekend~

[meowburgerz]

INTRO POST !!!!!!!!

HI!!! IM RAYE OR PLUM OR WOLFY OR BOB!!! i have alot of names. :] im 20, i use they/them and i like to draw weird stuff !!! this blog is for my art, which is mostly dol, with hints of btd and other such games. i am veeeeery fixated on Bailey the Caretaker from DoL. he is a very important character to me and i get nitpicky when others don't characterize him right LOL! i like to think im pretty friendly, so feel free to interact!!

my dol pc is called Bobby! you can learn about her here!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS GET HARDBLOCKED. I AM NOT KIDDING, I CHECK EVERY NEW FOLLOWER I GET.

art: #bob squatley original content 🔥

ramblings/doodles: #bob schuff 🐌

asks: #bob squatley asks 🦭

writing: #bob stories 🐮

pcs/ocs: #bobby!!! 🦐 #kaede!!! 🐲

pc x bailey: #boby baly 🐢

bailey burger chronicles: #bailey burger 🍔

READ MORE BEFORE FOLLOWING!!!

BLOG MAY INCLUDE SENSITIVE TOPICS: NONCON/DUBCON/CNC, POWER IMBALANCE, UNHEALTHY RELATIONSHIPS, INCEST/PSEUDOINCEST, AGE GAP (CHARACTERS ARE 18 OR OVER) I DO NOT CONDONE ANY OF THIS OUTSIDE OF FICTION.

i dont give a shit about antis or proshippers. do what you want i dont CAREEEE all i ask is you tag SPECIFICALLY brother/sister incest. thanks!

MINORS ABSOLUTELY DO NOT FUCKING INTERACT. THIS BLOG IS FOR PEOPLE 18 AND OVER. YOU WILL BE BLOCKED FOR YOUR AND MY OWN GOOD!!!

youre welcome to ask about bobby and bailey!! i love talking abt them. i call them bobailey

youre also welcome to ship bobby with yer own characters! i love talkin about bobby. even if she is enamoured with bailey, she has potential for other partners :3c

i have a chronic illness so if you do dm or send an ask please be aware it may take me a while to respond! i have to rest alot!

thank you for reading !!!

[redstringraven]

For the TMNT Ask Game!

Could you do #21, #29, and #33?

heck yeah, i can! <:D and thank you!!!

TMNT's 40th anniversary ask game!

21.) what is your favorite story arc?

i'm admittedly a major sucker for the turtles in space arc in s2 because i love triceratons--and especially traximus--if i haven't made that obvious already. i remember losing my mind as a teen when i saw a triceraton for the first time while that arc was airing, because it felt so specifically tailored to ME. i was a massive dinosaur kid, i borrowed dinosaur books from the library constantly, so now you're telling me we have talking dinosaur aliens??? i don't CARE if they're the bad guys, they're SO COOL??? did the writers do this FOR ME??? (they didn't). anyone who knows me also knows i have a tendency to latch onto secondary/minor characters (stares at the 10+ years i've spent writing for dol fma:brotherhood), so when traximus was introduced? bye. this is my favorite ally; the rest of you are great and all but i'm letting my bias win. remains true a decade later. triceratons aside, i also really appreciate it for just... opening up the world a lot more. it made it very, VERY clear that a lot more was out there than just new york. i like that.

29.) what is one headcanon that you have?

ooh, i've kind of been wanting to talk about this one 'publicly' (talked about it with jenn @plantdonutwrites in the past), but since i tend to be kind of on the shy side i usually get worried that i'll be annoying and chicken out of posting about it. >xD i'll use this as my excuse; thank you for enabling me. headcanon(s) on cursing/swearing! because for why! mikey self-proclaimed "good boy, UNLIKE RAPH". does not do a cuss. this is a headcanon shared with jenn since she writes for mikey in our rps. i do sometimes write him thinking cusses, though. such as "The damn thing could go invisible. Even if he had Donnie’s goggles on him, there’d be no body heat to track." in Pretend That I Never Left. might also internally monologue that he 'pissed something off' but won't verbally say it in those words. leo has sworn off cursing but definitely still curses sometimes. very much in line with his 1 and splinter's parenting, he considers cursing 'bad' and ergo doesn't partake in it... when he can help it. he usually has a strong mental filter running, but in times of high stress or high emotion, the filter will drop and he'll say "shit" instead of "shell" or exclaim "fuck!" without thinking. he also tends to drop the filter when alone with raph, because he knows raph won't judge him or think ill of him. also important to note he doesn't think lesser of raph for swearing; it's more of a self-monitoring/self-discipline... thing. if that makes sense. and raph knows this. they're chill. don does curse, but mostly uses it for comedic shock-value, casual moments, or as a bonding method with raph. don won't use curses in high stress or emotion moments like leo, he more does it in casual settings like playing video games or if dropping a swear will make a remark funnier because the swear was unexpected. his cursing is much more playful/humorous, or maybe kind of a way he 'bonds' with raph, like when they watch football together. i feel like he might also do it more around raph because it helps raph feel less like 'the bad kid'. since leo tends to hide or smother any cursing he does and kind of acts regretful afterward, and mikey just doesn't. raph cursing is regular vocabulary. attempts to censor himself around master splinter as a gesture of respect, but isn't always successful. fuck you.

33.) what is your favorite thing you've made for TMNT?

... kind of a toss up between Pretend That I Never Left and my enneagram series. not only did i work very, very hard on both things, but they were both contributions specifically focused on my interests. for the former: combining tmnt'03 with the world of horizon: zero dawn; and for the latter, analyzing the boys through the lens of the enneagram. PtINL gave me something to focus on during a really stressful time, and the enneagram is one of my favorite tools. i dunno. i put a lot of hours into both of those things, a lot of love, and i still enjoy looking back on them after all the time that's passed (even if it's not THAT much time). these two projects make me really happy. i'm proud of them. and i'm glad i took the time to let them exist, whether anyone else engages with them or not. i'm also very happy with how liáfsini is turning out, which is the realm that my OCs gwyn, ash and darach are from. i'm slowly fleshing it out, but seeing it become something real with a grounded culture, history, magic system, and ecosystem has been very exciting and satisfying. i'm really proud of it!!

[fluentmoviequoter]

Pretty Boy

Requested Here by @d34drapunzel ! I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Victor Vale x fem!EO!reader

Summary: You think Victor Vale is an angel, and after a night of breaking his promises, he shows you that you're right.

Warnings: angst, depictions of torture, hurt/comfort, fluffy(ish) at the end

Word Count: 2.1k+ words

Amazing Art from Pinterest (I love this so much!! even though it's Vic and Eli, I'm using it.)

As Victor looks at you now, curled on the couch behind Sydney, braiding her hair while Dol nuzzles his head against your shoulder, he can barely remember what you were like when he found you.

You were the last name on Eli and Snell’s list, an EO who didn’t know you were being hunted but still terrified by the changes you were going through. When Sydney and Victor found you after Snell took Eli away, you were sitting in a dark closet, curled in on yourself in a poor attempt to protect yourself and others. When he opened the door, you first thought he was an angel, too pretty to be human.

Victor took pity, or something like it, on you as he knelt before you and whispered a promise.

“I’ll help you, but you have to trust me.”

You haven’t looked back since then, taking his hand and trusting him with your life. As you grew more comfortable around him, Sydney, and Mitch, you opened up, able to talk to them about practically everything. Your willingness to show your emotions and to show affection is something that Victor doesn’t understand, especially considering everything you’ve been through. But his inability to understand is the very thing that hinders him from realizing you treat him differently than Sydney. She gets soft touches and braided hair, but he gets firm, unyielding reassurances and kind smiles.

“Are you okay?” you ask Victor, pulling him from his memories.

“Yeah,” he answers, moving his eyes away from you. “Just thinking about something.”

“Shocking,” you and Sydney say simultaneously.

You smile at Victor, and he nearly forgets that he was supposed to be focusing.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

Victor finds the man he’s been searching for. It’s been weeks since he heard about the EO who can influence people and use every drop of willpower they have against them. It’s an intriguing power, Victor thinks, but he has a stronger will than most.

“You shouldn’t go alone,” you tell him, walking to his side.

He glances over when your arm presses against his but doesn’t move. “I can take him.”

As you shake your head, you argue, “What happens after he latches onto your willpower, Vic? What if there’s more to it?”

“I can handle it,” Victor repeats.

“You shouldn’t have to do it alone.”

“It’s not safe.”

“Then why are you going alone?” you ask, exasperated at the same argument night after night. You know Vic is trying to protect you, Mitch, and Sydney; that protectiveness doesn’t mean he has to become self-destructive or completely unwilling to listen to reason.

“I made a promise and I plan to keep it,” Victor says.

“Why can’t you understand that we argue because we care about you?” you whisper. “We don’t want to get in the way, but none of us can lose you, Vic. You can’t keep your promise if you don’t come back.”

Victor looks into your eyes, his resolve wavering each time you blink.

“Sunrise. I’ll be back by sunrise. Keep an eye on them,” he says, turning away from you.

“What am I going to do with you, pretty boy?” you whisper, watching the door close and lock behind Victor.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

“You’re strong,” the man says, turning toward Victor and falling into step with him, like a practiced dance as they circle one another, the fight predator on predator. “Not many people have a will like yours.”

“Thanks for noticing,” Victor deadpans. “Tell me what I need to know, and I’ll let you go.”

“Pretty sure that’s a lie.”

Victor raises a hand, prepared to fight if he has to. 

“Tell me this though,” the man says, stopping across from Victor. “Who’s the girl holding your willpower together? Someone you need to get home to?”

Freezing, Victor wonders if it’s you he’s talking about. The split-second distraction is enough time and creates enough of a gap that the EO enters Victor’s mind, bending his willpower to use against him.

“This, this is where it gets fun,” he whispers in Victor’s ear as he falls to the floor.

Victor’s mind goes dark, and an image of you smiling at him is the last thing he sees.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

Unable to sleep, you sit on the couch and stare at the door. The sun has gone down, but sunrise is still hours away, and each minute seems an hour long.

Dol trods out of Sydney’s room, shaking his head sleepily as he crawls onto the couch beside you, setting his head in your lap. He sighs as you begin petting his head and down his neck, momentarily drawing your mind away from Victor.

“Why does he do this, bud?” you ask Dol. “He has to know that we care about him as more than a protector.”

Dol huffs like he’s laughing at you, and you smile. “Yeah, I know. But I’ll show him every minute for the rest of my life if I have to.”

✯✯✯✯✯ 

Victor blinks his eyes open slowly, growing used to the darkness surrounding him.

“Vic!” Sydney yells.

“Victor,” you call, much quieter.

He looks around, trying to determine where your voices are coming from and what you’re doing there.

“She’ll die before you find her,” someone says. “Slowly, painfully. You’re breaking your promises.”

Victor stumbles as he rises, walking into the dark until a bright light turns on in the distance. He sees you standing under it and slows as someone joins you. Breaking into a run as he sees the silhouette of a gun aimed at your stomach, your scream drowns out all other noise before the light turns off again.

“Sydney!” Victor yells.

“You said you wouldn’t let them hurt me,” she whimpers somewhere in the dark.

“Sydney,” Victor repeats quietly.

He closes his eyes, attempting to locate you or Sydney by hearing since he can’t trust his eyes in the darkness.

“You’re too late. They’re gone.”

Victor clenches his jaw, walking into the darkness again.

“You said,” your voice says, interrupted by a wet cough, “you could help me. I trusted you.”

Something wraps around Victor’s arms, winding around his chest tightly before he’s pulled back against something cold and hard. Steel bars, he realizes.

“Sit back and enjoy the show.”

Victor wants to look away, to close his eyes and think of anything else, but you and Sydney appear in front of him, bound and covered in blood before Mitch is pushed down in front of you. All his promises are being broken, and Victor feels the unfamiliar pressure of tears in his eyes as the night goes on.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

“Mitch?” you whisper, knocking on his door. He groans as he wakes, and you say, “I’m leaving. Victor went to find the EO and he’s not back yet. I’m worried.”

“He can handle himself,” Mitch mumbles.

“But he didn’t know what he was up against. I’m really worried.”

Your voice wobbles at the end, and Mitch sits up and turns on a light. He sees your bottom lip pulled tightly between your teeth as your fingers pick at your pants, clear signs you are more worried than ever.

“Want me to come with you?” he offers.

“No, I need you to stay with Syd. Vic said he’d be back by sunrise but something’s wrong.”

Mitch nods, knowing better than to question your feelings when Victor is involved.

“Be careful,” he says. “Call if you need anything.”

“I will. Thanks, Mitch.”

You get one of Victor’s jackets, trusting it to hide you as well as he does and set out to find your pretty angel before it’s too late.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

Victor’s face is wet with tears, and his breaths are ragged as his nightmare continues: you, Mitch, and Sydney have been threatened and hurt nonstop since he was restrained against the bars. Unsure how much more he can take, Victor lets his eyes close, flinching as you scream before sobbing, his name the only break in your cries.

“Well, that was fun,” the EO says.

Victor cracks his eyes open, surprised to be back where he started. Standing across from the EO, Victor’s face is still teary and red. Disoriented from the sudden change, Victor looks around for you and Sydney but finds nothing. His breaths are even, and he’s eerily silent before he lunges toward the EO, pinning him to the floor.

Something flickers in his mind, and Victor finds himself on the floor, unable to move as the EO clicks his tongue.

“I guess it’s your turn to see how she felt,” he threatens.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

You wander through the narrow alleyways, tapping your fingers against your thighs as you look for any sign of Victor. A pained scream just a few blocks away is all you need to start running.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

Victor regains control of his willpower, turning the pain dial as high as it will go as he kicks the man away from him. His mind wavers between what’s really around him and the screams of you and Sydney. The idea of someone hurting either of you to get to him causes his emotions to remain in the unstable area between fear, heartbreak, and anger, so he decides to take all of them out on the writhing EO beside him.

Victor kneels over the man, unyielding even as fresh blood from his continued hits mixes with his own.

“I will never break my promises,” he growls.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

“Vic?” you call, standing in a darkened doorway.

Stepping inside, you see a bruised and bloodied man fall backward, catch himself on his hands, and slink away into the darkness. His breathing sounds labored, and you only know of one person who can or would inflict that level of pain.

Someone is crying inside, and you follow a sliver of light, wondering if Victor was ambushed.

Whatever you expected, however, was nowhere near what you really find.

Victor is on the floor, covered in blood and sobbing, and you don’t hesitate to rush to his side.

✯✯✯✯✯ 

After Victor’s hits slow, his emotions weighing him down and making it hard to move, the EO crawls away, and Victor makes no move to follow him. With no idea about what was real and what wasn’t and the unwelcome invasion of his mind, Victor lets himself succumb to his emotions, something he has never done before.

He doesn’t hear you enter but knows who you are when your hands raise to his face.

As you kneel beside him, you cup his bloody face, looking over his injuries and the blood that clearly isn’t his.

“My pretty boy,” you whisper. “What did they do to you?”

“Are you okay?” he asks, his voice rough.

“I’m fine, Vic. You’re not.”

Victor nods, leaning closer to you and trusting you to hold him up. You swallow as you welcome him into your embrace, fearing that he will never be the same again. His slow, emotional answers are the complete opposite of the Victor Vale you know, and it’s both terrifying and weirdly attractive to see him like this. You like having his total trust, having him open and vulnerable at your touch, but the rest of it is hard to see. The blood and the complete personality change is something you weren’t afraid of but should have been.

“Where’s Sydney?” he asks.

“With Mitch. We’re all okay, I promise.”

“They- they were hurting all of you,” he explains, a tear running down your hand. “And I couldn’t make it stop.”

“Vic, that wasn’t real. I promise that we are all completely safe, thanks to you. You’re the angel I always knew you were.”

“I’m not.”

“Trust me,” you tell him, ducking your head to meet his eyes as you smile.

“Do you trust me?” he asks.

“More than anyone.”

He nods, letting you wrap your arms completely around him. Brushing your fingers through his hair, you murmur, “I’m sorry, my pretty boy.”

Suddenly, as you hold him and unknowingly put him back together after a night of being torn apart, it’s as if a flip is switched. You pull away, not far, but enough to let you see him. His tears have stopped, his face drying as he takes a deep breath. 

As you look into his eyes, his desire is clear: revenge. Revenge for trying to hurt him, for threatening you and Sydney, and for making him realize that you mean so much to him.

“Are you sure?” you whisper, wiping his sleeves over his cheeks to remove some blood and better see him.

“Say it again,” he demands, and you don’t have to ask what he means.

“I trust you,” you say, lowering your voice to add, “pretty boy.”

“I’m sure.”

He pulls you up with him, holding you close as he leads you home, though you know home is anywhere Victor Vale is. Your pretty boy, your angel, and the man who is slowly learning that you’re more important than he ever imagined.