#the liar and the lioness

[simsroyallegacy]

Princess Annaliese Spotted Entering Duke of Margate's Luxury Penthouse!

There's no denying it; they ARE together!

Yesterday afternoon paparazzi were tipped off that Her Royal Highness Princess Annaliese would be escaping to her forbidden beau's home for the weekend!

Sans her trusty bodyguards, the princess made it almost too easy to catch her arrival to the Sandoval Estates luxury apartment building. The building is located in the financial district of downtown Windenburg and caters to the elite of the elite. The price for buying a condo on the lower levels alone is well over §2,000,000!

The (very much MARRIED) Duke of Margate owns the entire top two floors of the building and lives there when the House of Lords is in session for the season. Every year for the past ten years his wife, Duchess Mariah, has lived there with him...that is until earlier this year when she strangely decided to stay behind in Margate for the spring session. We have to wonder if perhaps the Duchess has known something was going on between these two for awhile?

(Above: Cool as cucumber, Princess Ana was anything but embarrassed being spotted entering her rumored affair partner's home. Perhaps this was, in fact, a planned encounter with the paps on her part?)

No formal announcement of a split between Duke Alexei and Duchess Mariah has come though, so what in the world is HRH doing giving us a soft launch of her relationship? An insider in the princess's camp claims she's tired of waiting around for the "inevitable" divorce.

"The thing you've got to know about Ana is that she's patient and sweet, yes, but once that patience has run out the claws can and will come out. She's always gotten what she wants and right now what she wants is her man to be HERS in private and in public."

Our source further claims that HRH is pushing the Duke to make a move with the divorce. According to them, the Duke and Duchess of Margate have been separated for over two years and the Princess is tired of the Duchess dragging her heels when His Grace has clearly moved on with his life.

(Above: Out with the old wife in with new? HRH showed off her custom mint colored designer bag and thousands of simoleons worth of jewelry. Her chic sunglasses also cost over §25,000!)

Princess Ana, who has maintained a "perfect" reputation throughout the years compared to her older brothers, has shocked the nation by becoming embroiled in this affair; not only because she's pursuing an older, married man but also because the Duke of Margate has often stood against her father, His Majesty the King, more often than not when it comes to the whole House of Lords vs the Monarchy situation.

While no official statement has been made on this matter by the Palace (which told us that it "does not speak on the personal lives of the Royal Family" when we reached out for a comment), we can't help but believe that His Majesty is furious. Especially after rumors have surfaced that Princess Ana has recently been turned away from having an audience with her father.

(Above: A cunning fox? HRH enters the known home of rumored affair partner, the Duke of Margate.)

Despite the negative press and rumored strain on her relationship with her father, HRH has maintained a calm demeanor, especially during the ambush yesterday by the press. HRH refused to make any comment to the questions the paps were shouting at her and was polite as ever while going on her way. The sly little glance she gave us as she entered the building certainly leads us to believe that this is all a part of her plan after all...

[lgbtpopcult]

BEST WLW SERIES OF 2024 Part 3

Pretty Little Liars Original Sin

The Decameron

Vigil

Ayaka Is in Love with Hiroko!

Mhom Ped Sawan

Jurassic World: Chaos Theory

Unlock Your Love

STATION 19

Ted

My Marvelous Dream is You

Anatomy Of Lies

Bodkin

Special Ops lioness

La Palma

[grits-galraisedinthesouth]

@thebitchinthewoods Some time ago, you made an astute observation about Megain Markle, the bully. I couldn't see it for myself until the lioness, Catherine Princess of Wales, confronted & set that mean girl straight in less than 5 seconds!

"...she [Rachel] behaves like a girl who has never had her butt kicked."

Just 1 look, that's all it took...

So long...

Did someone say, "Boom!"

Thank you to our Lioness Catherine!

Prince William's #1 and only 1

@quiz-1 fyi

[padmaddean]

My top 10 of the best scenes of 2024

I know I usually create a top 10 list of the best couples of the year, but this year has either been particularly disappointing or I’ve become more picky. Either way, I couldn’t find 10 couples that I liked this time. Instead, I put together a top 10 of the best scenes. For some reason, it was easier to choose these. Let’s hope next year will be better.

Happy New Year!

Vi & Caitlyn Arcane: League of Legends s02e08

Jules & Mika Grey's Anatomy s21e01

Nova & Alice Nova & Alice (2024)

Agatha & Rio Agatha All Along s01e08

Rhaenyra & Mysaria House Of The Dragon s02e06

Laura & Maxine Steal Her Breath (2024)

Cruz & Josephina Lioness s02e07

Cami & Wyatt Killer Body Count (2024)

Noa & Jen Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin s02e05

Lily & Natasha Strictly Confidential (2024)

[hitlikehammers]

strongly worded letter 💌

or: Eddie Munson’s long, weird road out of (the) hell(-side down) ☠️ and into love💗

rating: t ♥️ tags: post-S4, steve’s one-man search-and-rescue for eddie’s not-dead body, falling in love, fluff in surprising places, eddie’s chaotic internal monologue, alphabet magnets🧲 for the win ♥️

for @steddielovemonth day four: "I had not intended to love him. [...] He made me love him without looking at me." —Jane Eyre, Charlotte Bronte

To the external, uninitiated observer, Eddie is well aware his take on all of this will 100% appear both unhinged and as least vaguely self-destructive, bordering on suicidal.

But here’s the thing: if Eddie had been truly suicidal, the million times he could have just stood and let the mobs take him—bigots or mutant bats or a lichy-ballsac that made people float—he wouldn’t have even bothered fighting. Maybe he was questionably attached to self-preservation, but actively wanting to pack it in? Even the thought of sparing his poor uncle his bullshit—finally—hadn’t been a sweet enough deal. Nope: Eddie is selfishly attached to the whole living thing.

Which is why he is begging for it to be understood, in no uncertain terms:

He’d rather know for sure that he was dead in the endless, silent grey hellscape he’s been left in, than wandering in this half-formless, half-collapsing nothing-burger version of the town he grudgingly called home, unsure where he stands on the mortality-scale either way.

—

Here’s the deal.

Vents? Foolishly overlooked.

Epic concert? Rocked, no notes.

Bat-chow? Do no recommend.

Henderson sobbing? Recommend even less.

Being tagged as a corpse? Perfectly fine if that’s what you are; dead weight in an apocalypse simply cannot be justified.

The issue is when you’re tagged as a corpse, and you…aren’t one.

So you’re left behind.

Which brings Eddie to:

Meeting what they’ve been calling a demogorgon this whole time but that resembles no such thing, those goddamn lying liars: not fucking cool.

Having…enough demobat saliva or venom or poison or whatever, probably, where the misleading-as-fuck demogorgon sniffs at you like a dog with her puppies instead of eating you with those fucking petal teeth?

Neutral. Probably wouldn’t order it again.

Getting licked all over by said Petal Teeth, all lioness-grooming-its-young style? Disgusting.

Disgusting.

Figuring out demogorgon saliva has some kinda magical mystical healing properties and you’re basically just covered in fairly-smooth scar tissue now that looks months old rather than hours, and plus you got a bath out of it so most of the dried blood’s gone too?

Fine, okay, he’d leave a tip for service.

But now Eddie is as alive as he can think to test being—and he’s been running all the monster-category tests and he doesn’t pass for vampire, zombie, or any various other undead creatures, he’s hungry but mostly for like, Chicken McNuggets, and—

Stuck. He’s stuck here.

And he thinks they must have won, the Party that is, because nothing’s really happening except…things are falling apart, like rotting in slow motion.

Which is a concern. But. Cool, if it means they did in fact make the motherfucker pay.

But that also means nobody has any reason to be strolling back in to fight demons anymore, and come across his not-so-dead ass. Plus also, the place is probably going to keep crumbling—if a master of a realm is axed, the realm doesn’t typically survive. Mordor fell apparent when Barad-dûr came down. And he…

He did agree to go into Mordor.

Well, fuck him.

—

He mostly wanders around and pokes at random shit, collects some books, ignores the fact that the reality he’s looting is on borrowed time.

He doesn’t know if it’s healthier to deal with that part head on or keep pretending it’s not there, but he honestly could not give a fuck.

Because it’s just him. Save the demogorgon who gave him a tongue bath, he’s seen nothing living. Sometimes there’s a stray screech but it’s too distant to even guess where he’d find whatever made it, stumble upon whatever caused it. There’s not even a breeze to move the decaying trees.

There is nothing.

And it’s starting to drive him fucking insane. He might lose it before the reality caves in on him, actually, just for the sheer…void of it all.

He’s on the edge of that—losing it entirely—when he hears it, sees it.

Who the fuck took that magazine, it’s like three years old, only kept it for the tips on…

And then an echo, like a projection in the air, and it’s fleeting and its faint but where that voice what pretty unmistakable already, the coif of chestnut and the peek of a polo collar, and the seizing in Eddie pulse for both together—it’s almost more undeniable.

That’s fucking Harrington.

—

The vision is, seconds. At most.

But it shifts Eddie’s priorities entirely.

He starts the day—he’s guessing it’s the start of the day, it’s always fucking grey here but he’s just going off of when he’s hungry so—but he looks for cereal in one of these decrepit houses and eats it out of the box as he tries to get his bearings.

Tries also to remember all the weird shit the kids used to say before Eddie knew they were making any of it up.

Context clues give him that this is Hawkins. 1983 or thereabouts—makes sense for the magazine.

But what makes more sense, and is more helpful: Steve had bitched the magazine was moved.

And Eddie’s definitely the one who had it in his hand when he heard said bitching.

So there’s still some connection. Hope’s not totally lost.

Mostly, maybe. But not totally.

—

He decides to go back to Harrington’s and just wait until he goes there to sleep so he can tail him, have some sense of how he can try and make contact from his own side, let someone know he’s still here.

It takes forever; Eddie wonders just how different time runs, here, save that when he finally hears something, the vision is clearer in the air, ghostly but more complete.

And Steve looks fucking wrecked.

Like he hasn’t slept in days, like he’s about to fucking cry, like he—

He’s still the most beautiful guy Eddie’s seen in person, if this counts as in-person, but like—that was never not-true.

“Rob, I don’t know! I just, I just feel like—“

“I will handcuff you to your bed.”

Eddie tries to feel excited that whatever’s happening is strong enough that two voices come through, that Robin’s here, she’s safe too—

But he’s more invested in what’s causing the shouting.

”I know how to pick a fucking lock, Jesus,” and Eddie doesn’t not think about the lock he’s worn more than once around Steve at his belt, nope, he does not—

”The gates are closed, Steve. It’s over.”

Well. Fuck.

There goes the hope thing.

”Not all of them. Not totally.”

Or maybe not.

”Steve, I will hunt you down, I will dog your steps, I will follow you every single moment if you think I am leaving big you even consider going back to—”

“I love you, Robs, but you still can’t drive. Think you’ll beat me on your Schwinn?”

“I will slash your tires.”

“Sorry, birdie, got AAA to save me.”

And that’s all Eddie gets, but…

It almost feels like he’s got one single snowball’s chance in hell, here. Still. Just one, true, but.

If he’s learned anything the last few days, it’s that Steve Harrington’s maybe the most reliable snowball he could ask for.

His chest is all tingly about it, even—fucking traitor.

—

Eddie doesn’t even really have to follow where Steve goes next. In that he knows exactly where it is, just not why the fuck Steve wants to be there.

Especially since even the lack of evidence in ‘83’s version of the trailer still makes him look up at the ceiling and feel like he’s gonna puke.

”Oh sure Mister Munson sir, I just want to borrow your dead nephew’s cassettes, that are definitely in the trailer the fed have locked down to be sent to Area 51 or wherever, just in case he’s not entirelydead in another dimension, and he can hear me because I’m definitely not losing my fucking mind, and definitely not because being called ‘Big Boy’ didn’t fuck with my head more than mutant bats ever did…”

Steve’s frankly endearing muttering, and that last bit especially, distract Eddie enough from the fact that Steve is actively rummaging through his room.

Through his room, Jesus, Eddie moves because he even clocks that lunging at Steve here won’t do shit there to stop the questionable literature Steve’s already sifting through.

At least Steve can’t see him blush across planes of existence. Hopefully.

“Oh,” and Steve sounds shocked, but then looks…gutted?

”One more for the ‘you suck’ column,” and Eddie decides right then that he fucking does not approve of that tone, at all; ”not like I had a chance, definitely not his type…”

“But my type’s the paladin who protects everyone and needs a faithful bard to tend his wound and keep his bed!” Eddie blurts out into the nothing on his side of the divide.

“My type’s been you since fucking junior year!”

Because Junior-Eddie was admittedly much more lust-driven. Let that be said.

Now-Eddie’s equally if not more invested in the heart of a man.

And Steve Harrington, even remotely thinking that he isn’t Eddie’s type?

Maybe Eddie really is dead. And this is hell.

—

”Why do I need them?”

Eddie’s got a new box of cereal—Kix, could definitely be better—and has now trailed Steve to what looks like…the edge of town, which, who lives there…

”Nah, kid, nothing bad. Just want to see something. Promise.”

One of the kids. Maybe this is where the Byerses are, now, if they were right and they’d been on their way back? Because Eddie knows where the rest of them live, and this ain’t it.

Theresa are footsteps in one direction, and Steve wanders in the other, where Eddie sees a girl with a buzz cut he doesn’t know, but who stares Steve down in a way that…Eddie can kinda guess.

They’d all alluded to the super powered kiddo more than once.

”Can you look? Like, just to see if he’s—”

Eddie’s neck turns fast when he turns back in to the conversation, less for the words and more for how timid, how cowed Steve sounds and he…

Eddie just wants, more than anything really, to be able to reach out and touch. To comfort. To do…

Something.

”…would not feel him even if he was there. The connection is gone. The Upside Down is dead.”

And Steve deflates, and Eddie…Eddie remembers the lights didn’t they have to be emotionally unstable, kinda, to make the lights flicker, to let someone know they’re there, and Eddie’s definitely there because—

Not fucking all of it, not yet, Eddie wants to scream; or maybe yes all of it but I’m still fucking here.

Also: that man is 100% my type and I want a fucking shot, I want my snowball’s chance in hell, I want to bite him and call him sweetheart like I mean it and I want, I want, I want—

Also that.

Steve leaves with some…fucking magnets.

And the lights didn’t do jack shit.

—

Eddie spends most of that night playing with magnets.

Well, not at first.

First, he tries yelling, sobbing, focusing like a Force-user, really anything he could think of to get Steve’s lights to flicker. No such luck.

So then Eddie makes a side quest, after having dutifully made certain not to leave Steve’s side for…however many days.

He pops to Melvald’s because of anyone’s got kiddie alphabet magnets, it’s gotta be them.

And score. Definitely not the worst thing Eddie’s stolen. Plus this place is on the way out. Not really relevant, here, if he cared.

Which he fervently does not.

And proves by grabbing two fifths of tequila on the way out. Hah.

He finds Steve passed out on top of his comforter, plaid monstrosity that it is, and he tries very hard to brush his hair back—nothing.

And then Eddie…somehow that’s the straw that breaks the pack-mule’s back. Something in him just fucking snaps.

Because he distinctly remembers this whole fiasco being tied to the labs owned by the fucking Department of Energy, right?

And they can’t even keep the electrical connection between dimensions working?

That’s…that’s unacceptable.

He’s gonna…he’s gonna file a fucking complaint. He’s gonna show up at a picket line. He’s gonna write a strongly worded letter. He’s…

Actually, he’s got all night if the way Steve’s sprawled says anything for how long he’s gonna stay conked out. And he’s also got these handy alphabet magnets.

Letter it is.

—

”What the fuck?”

d3ar 3nergy d3pt he4d i ju5+ wan+ed to te11 th15 guy i w4n+ t0 b1+3 him but n00 y0u c4nt e73n d0 +h4t i h8 u

Eddie trips over some empty bottles, the answer of how they got there pounding in his head real quick—oh, hey, hangovers do transcend dimensions, seems suspicious—but yeah, okay, he does remember getting creative with the abundance of math magnets in the poorly-labeled alphabet pack last night, misleading to lead on letters by default on the packaging. He does recall being very convinced a sideways ‘7’ was a passable ‘V’. But.

He’s not looking at his side of things. He’s looking at Steve’s.

And so is Steve.

And then Steve—who Eddie wants to bite but also kiss and maybe just hold in his arms chest to chest to feel his warmth because when his control broke last night it conveniently knocked him upside the head with the clear realization of that fact that Steve Harrington?

Is doing all this shit for him. On the hope of a maybe.

And Steve Harrington had been disappointed not to have found his lookalike in Eddie’s porn rags.

And Eddie wrote a letter to the fucking DoE in magnets about it, and Steve can see it, stuck to his fridge in 1986 as clear as Eddie slapped it there in 1983.

”…Eddie?”

Steve’s voice is so small and so fearful to be wrong. His chest is heaving, he’s scared.

Eddie scrambles for the magnets left on the floor and smacks them violently to the refrigerator door in record time, prays to everything he doesn’t believe in that Steve can feel his relief spelled out in the bulky primary colors:

h3y 61g b0y v3

And goddamnit, when Steve falls to the floor with his jaw dropped loose, Eddie is 100% sold:

A ‘V’ turned on its side absolutely makes the bottom half of a heart for the three to butt-up to.

—

“Got these to play so if you were there, and couldhear me, you could find your way, if,” and Steve, Steve has been talking to Eddie since they both woke up and found those magnets, even if they haven’t been able to replicate anything, not the letter nor the faulty lighting trick Eddie’d complains about on the fridge in the first place: it could just be a fluke. Steve has no reason to believe Eddie’s alive, that Eddie did that, that Steve didn’t sleepwalk into sleep-spelling, that Eddie even alive in some form would be following his every move.

Of course he is, but. Steve can’t know.

It’s all on faith. For Eddie.

And fuck is Eddie’s heart doesn’t go playing ping pong with his ribs for how much it hits him, how wide and warm it swells in his chest like hope, only second to affection, to want, to—

“Vecna’s not gone, but he’s like, one step from it. I don’t know he can get you but,” Steve taps to the Walkman, to the headphone he gets on just one ear so he can hear and also so someone else—so Eddie—can hear Megadeath as Steve bustles around his house, packing a duffle that reminds Eddie of when they were peeping to storm the castle—

That’s what Steve’s doing. That, that’s what Steve is doing right now.

“I just,” Steve heaves a deep breath, hands on his hips before one pinches between his eyes; “I felt like you were still there, I can’t explain it,” and Eddie’s shaken to his core right now in the best possible way so when he blurts out in a croon:

“Power of loooove, Stevie!”

He can’t be blamed for that. He can’t. He’s…

This man is going down into hell, has not grantee of what Eddie knows in it being largely innocuous, now, save…undead Vecna lurking somewhere, so weak he’s not even noticed.

“But we know music works though, so.”

Steve’s still narrating his plan; Eddie is just staring. Wants to…wants so fucking bad to touch.

“We have to wait for night, for me to get down there. They’re shitty with security on the graveyard shift.” Then Steve’s smirking, and fuck, he’s so pretty.

”Plus Robin sleeps like the dead, she won’t have a chance to notice what I’m doing even on the off chance word got out.”

And the fact that Steve is willing to defy his own platonic soulmate for Eddie—barely knows him in terms of days and hours but at least, if it’s the same as Eddie’s realising more and more that he feels, and unshakable too: it’s like his soul knows Steve, and that cannot care a lick for how time runs, it’s bigger than that.

There’s too much of a sense of potential, a crackling possibility just being in his proximity, even with the distance of other goddamn dimensions—there’s too much swirling in Eddie already for it to mean nothing.

Plus, like: flip the script. Steve is risking everything on a whim, for him.

It cannot be nothing.

“I’m hoping you’re where we left you, which,” and Steve’s voice catches, he pauses, looks around like he’s hoping Eddie might pop into the visible spectrum, so he can see and know, but then he just looks up at the ceiling like—oh, fuck, like it’ll make sure no tears fall out and:

“I can’t fucking tell you how sorry—“ Steve starts to say be Eddie can’t bear watching like this, strides over in an instant and grabs Steve’s hand.

And Steve stills.

And Eddie can feel his pulse in his wrist.

“Is that you?” Steve barely breathes, stares now at his arm where…Eddie can only see the kind of glimmering overlap that means two things are happening in the same place on different planes, he’s grown used to that. But.

If Steve can feel him, if there are moments here that are probably limited where Eddie can prove some little tiny bit that he’s here and he’s listen and he’s with Steve—

He pulls Steve’s hand and drags him into the kind of full body hug he’s been aching for for…fuck.

Too fucking long.

“Eddie,” Steve sighs out, and Eddie can’t help himself. He runs hands through Steve’s hair, and holy fuck: Steve leans in.

Steve feels it enough to lean in.

“It feels like I’ve been falling for a ghost, man.”

Steve says it on a whisper, like he’s still not sold entirely, or else maybe afraid to break a spell. Eddie gets that second part.

“But I guess it kinda started before that, so maybe it’s not as fucking crazy,” Steve laughs a little wet with it and…Eddie has to, because what if he never gets another chance, and hell—if he does, how can he deprive them both the chance to know whatever the sensation will be, like this?

Eddie’s not up to risk never knowing what a cross-dimensional lip lock feels like, okay?

So he doesn’t.

“Please don’t be a ghost,” Steve breathes out and fuck, Eddie can’t taste it but he can feel the way the air moves and it’s, it is; ”I think if you are, I’ll live the rest of my life trying to make it work anyway, I,” and Steve doesn’t get to finish because Eddie pushes in again, and Steve’s as good as his reputation and then some, on wholly separate planes of being.

Eddie cannot fucking wait to feel it flesh to flesh.

“I fall fast, man, but this is kinda insane,” Steve pants, arms out awkward with any indication where to hold. He’s adorable.

He’s delectable.

“But you did say you wanted to bite me, assuming you were talking about me,” Steve smirks but then his eyes go wide:

“Oh, shit, are you a vampire?”

And Eddie has no idea how long he’s been down here alone, surrounding by the silence and the darkness and just the projection level overlay of Steve when he’s lucky, but Jesus H. Christ—

“Is that you laughing?” Steve chokes on his own kinda-giggle as he braces against an unseen and unseeable force barrelling into him: of course it’s Eddie.

Of course he’s fucking cackling.

Because however long it’s been, he definitely hasn’t laughed at any point at all in that span of time—and fuck if he didn’t need it.

—

Steve slips down the last burbling gate not without effort, not without lava-hot road rash no doubt fucking with his already not-yet-healed stomach.

When he’s tackled, thrown straight to the ground, weight pinning him to the ground that’s more dry, more deadened than Steve remembers from just days ago: when his back hits the ground—none of it matters.

“It was me laughing.”

And then Eddie’s mouth is on his—it’s the echo he was afraid he’d imagined that morning, just like the hand on his wrist, just like the laughter wrapped around him.

“You’re an even better kisser in person, holy shit, even your fucking glowing reputation shortchanged you.”

And Steve’s kinda breathless, not just for getting smooshed to the dirt; but then Eddie’s kissing him again, and breathing seems really kind low on Steve’s list of giving a shit.

“You are so my type it’s not even funny,” Eddie says, before diving back into kiss with a bruising kind of force, an unmistakable kind of intent; “I think my type has fully migrated to include kinda just you.”

And Steve’s heartbeat kinda stutters at that because…that’s new.

No one’s ever…well.

It’s just new.

“You weren’t wrong to leave me behind, you don’t ever have to apologize,” and then he’s kissing along Steve’s jaw, and it’s Steve’s laughter now, the tickle of dirty curls dragging at his stubble; “you got out, you’re safe, you’re here,” and Eddie sounds almost overcome with feeling, with relief, and then in the end, bubbling with joy. And somehow Steve can tell it’s not because Steve’s here to save him, bring him home.

It’s just because Steve’s here and that, that is—

Steve’s heartbeat’s just gonna do that tripping thing for the foreseeable future he thinks, at this point. Probably.

“I was trying to convince myself otherwise, because I didn’t think there could ever be a shot in hell but I was falling before it all fell apart, too,” Eddie says in a rush, leaning again to kiss the corners of Steve’s lips, like talking is just an inconvenient interruption to better ways of using his mouth and given how goddamn much Eddie Munson’s always talked, that fucking says something:

“And ever since, it’s felt like I was falling in love through a movie screen,” and he cups Steve’s face to angle it just so as he breathes, those eyes endless and glistening; “could see but never reach, until,” and then he’s kissing him straight on the lips again, a full-frontal assault, tongue seeking teeth, looking for the depths of his goddamn soul of something.

Steve isn’t even embarrassed for how he arches up, how he fucking moans. No one could ever feel this and do anything less.

Like: fucking impossible.

“I liked your letter to the editor,” Steve gasps when Eddie breaks apart and concedes to needing air, presses kisses up and down Steve’s throat while he regroups.

“Oh, shit,” Eddie’s face pops back up—dirt smears and ruddy and in need of a shower but on the whole in way better shape than Steve last remembers having to walk away from, and fuck, fuck—he’s never walking away from it again; “can we send that to the Post? No edits, I want my numbers intact, let them try to figure it out like Zodiac.”

Steve snorts, because god he really is half in love with this nerd, and he’s not a ghost, he’s sold and his chest is heaving into Steve’s and he’s grinning wills and he’s here and they’re here and this is realand—

He yells when the sting clamps through his much-less-extensive uniform of his Members Only jacket despite the weather—it’s freezing, but like, the gates were just cracks, he had to move like a ninja!

Just not a bite-proof ninja, apparently.

“You know, I should have expected that,” Steve deadpans, but his smile gives him away as Eddie pulls his mouth back from the stretch of Steve’s neck that runs to his shoulder, where honestly Steve thinks Eddie punctured the coat in the process. Fucking feral gremlin.

Steve really wants to keep him. Like, indefinitely.

“You really, really should have,” Eddie agrees, beaming like the sun when there’s only dark around them, making it all feel so warm in the chill.

“Honestly should have expect nothing less,” Eddie’s smile curls a little dangerous as he leans in again, apparently satisfied with having caught his breath enough as he mouths wet against Steve’s lips:

“Big boy.”

And then, again: he pounces.

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I'll only stay with you one more night ~ j. hjn.

a/n: two weeks between posts will probably become the new normal as I struggle through this semester 😭 don't worry, school's going fine, I'm just busy as hell right now with work, school, and familial obligations. So don't worry if there's a week or two between uploads, I'm totally fine!! 🫶

tw: a bit pg-13 with some of the description (my bad yall, i just want to make out with jeon heejin y'know), mention of booze, reader is a romantic yet a bit depressed but we love them for it ❤️

summary: a precarious dance between you and heejin threatens to end as she lures you into her thralls yet again, but you won't break this new normal between the two of you. neither will she, so you're stuck in this limbo of 'not-quite-friends-but-not-quite-lovers'.

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“You shouldn’t be here.”

Jeon Heejin eyes you, warily, as you approach her in the kitchen.

“You thought parties weren’t my… thing?” She draws out the last word, inviting a rebuttal from you.

You’re too smart to take the obvious bait, but too stupid to leave the conversation alone in its entirety.

“Didn’t think you were one to shoot vodka straight.” You gesture to the red solo cup in her hand - you’re a foot away from her, but you can practically taste the liquor in the air.

The smell makes you wish that you had drank something before starting this conversation. It’d help you feel less bad about what happens afterward.

“Maybe I like the way it tastes.” She teases before lifting the cup to her lips.

You’d almost believe her, if you didn’t know her so well, but the ghastly grimace on her face gives away her true thoughts about the drink.

Heejin scowls at the nickname - a long standing tradition between the two of you. You’d call her a role model or a perfect princess, and she’d respond by calling you a jackass or rolling her eyes at you.

“No person drinks vodka because they like the taste. What’s on your mind, Little Miss Perfect?”

Two people, perfectly molded to be each other’s opposite.

So why are you here, at this party, with her of all people?

“Would you believe me if I told you?”

“No,” Your response falls from your lips, immediately, and a teasing grin appears on your face, “but I’m willing to hear you out anyway.”

“You’re a liar.”

“It’s my charm, really.” You shrug before leaning against the fridge. “Are you in the mood for confessions or not?”

“Well…” She trails off, an unreadable expression on her face.

She leans against the counter after setting her drink aside. Her shirt lifts up, perfectly showing her well-defined body.

Why does she play this game with you, again and again? You’re both losers in the end.

Heejin is a perfect calamity of a woman - her eyes a whirlwind of emotions, a smile that is genuine but never quite reaches her eyes, her gestures as icy as they are warming.

You can’t tell if you want to slap or kiss that shit-eating grin off of her face.

And, based on your previous encounters with her, it’s most definitely going to be the latter option.

“Like what you see?” She winks at you before grabbing her drink again.

Her eyes study you, just as she studies her materials in class. Brutally methodical, looking for any errors or opportunities to pounce on.

She wants to lure you into her trap, into her clutches - you wanted her first, right?

“Fuck you.” The words would sound malicious coming from anyone else, but they’re oddly playful from your lips.

“You told me you wanted to know what’s on my mind…” Heejin strolls towards you with an unmistakable amount of confidence, the type that comes with experience.

She’s got you right where she wants you - as she does every time.

When she lands right in front of you, one of her hands lands on your abdomen. Heejin leans in close, close enough for only the two of you to hear.

“You. I’ve only had you on my mind, and it’s ruining my day.”

She leans back, a playful pout on her face.

A lioness with her prey in her claws - so much for her façade of innocence.

You should resist, push her hand away and let yourself get some air. Maybe it’s the booze in her breath that’s making you drunk, or maybe you’re just drunk on her.

Either way, that fleeting thought of rationality doesn’t seem to stop you from chasing Heejin’s lips as you kiss her with the pent-up frustration of her teasing.

Her hand leaves your chest as you place your hands on your lips - if you’re letting this happen, you may as well be in control of your actions.

You know you want this, as does she. You’re both just scared of the after.

The eternal after, the words you two should tell each other.

I love you. I miss you. I want you. I need you.

But you’re stuck in this charade, this mess where you push and pull against each other, hoping one will give before the other does. 

Heejin’s too prideful, and you’re too resistant to the idea of “us”.

But you’re both content, especially as she pulls at your shirt for more as her lips continue to meet yours.

Why should you deny her of you, of the things that make you both content?

Maybe next time will be different.

It won’t be. 

You know this.

She knows this.

Yet you’re still kissing her, and she’s still kissing you.

Forever in limbo.

Forever two souls together, but not quite intertwined.

[yanderes-galore]

May I request a romantic concept *or* alphabet for Cersei Lannister (Game of Thrones) please?

Take as much time as you need, I really started to like her around seasons 5 and 6 ^^

🕊️ anon

Sure! I kept most of the info here general due to where I am in the story. So hopefully this concept can be applied to all seasons :)

Yandere! Cersei Lannister Concept

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Blackmail, Coercion, Threats, Sadism, Kidnapping, Imprisonment, Stalking, Mind break, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Implied intimacy, Violence, Murder, Blood, Sexism mentioned, Forced "relationship".

You just know Cersei's one of the worst yanderes to have.

She often betrays those who trust her and only looks out for herself.

Every word out of her mouth is no doubt a lie.

Which means, even her obsession is strung along with her words and actions.

Cersei is aware of the fear people feel for her, she knows with one simple order she can have someone executed and their House either destroyed or tainted.

In fact, fear is often something she uses against her darling.

Cersei's primary way of keeping you in line is messing with your head.

Cersei would accuse you and your House of crimes you didn't commit, gaslighting you into obedience.

You may not be aware of your crimes, but she has witnesses and spies (whom she paid to go along with it... or threatened).

However, if you or your family were genuinely conspiring against her and her family...?

Great, now she can blackmail you into submission.

Essentially, Cersei will find dirt on you to have an excuse to watch you.

It doesn't matter if said dirt is real or imagined... she'll find some way to keep you under her command.

This method would also be how the queen kidnaps you for herself later on.

She's merely imprisoning you for your crimes.

Which is just a front to have you under her watch all the time.

Cersei is worse than merely a liar... she's ruthless, sadistic.

There's times she really does act like a lioness, proving true to the Lannister crest.

Cersei puts up the act of being mature and regal.

In reality, due to a lack of parenting, she's self-centered, immature, petty, a brat.

She's ambitious and short-sighted.

Cersei is willing to sacrifice a lot to get you into her arms.

In fact, she rarely even considers the consequences.

She doesn't entirely think things through.

As long as she gets her way, that's all that matters.

She doesn't care if you hate her.

Fine, you can, but she isn't letting go.

In fact, if she breaks you...

Then you can never leave her side, you'll have unwavering loyalty.

Except, Cersei doesn't even think that through half the time.

Breaking you could make you an unentertaining husk... she'd lose you.

In more ways than one if you were pushed way too far.

Cersei is dangerous to all who's around her.

She doesn't see her obsession as their own being most of the time.

She sees you as a pet, an extension of herself sometimes.

It's hard to say if the "love" she has for you is even genuine.

Where's the line when it comes to her?

Even towards her own children... "love" with her isn't love.

It feels almost like narcissistic ownership.

As queen, her word is law.

She has you under watch all the time.

She gives you your own chambers at first, a guard always by your door to prevent escape.

But soon enough she's trying to convince you to share her chambers, just to have you within arm reach.

If you disobey her, she disregards chambers all together.

You can sit in a cell for all she cares.

You'd still be hers.

Those close to you are threatened, used for bargaining, or outright executed.

What better way to gain compliance than using those close to you as a way to bargain.

She knows you're close to your House, she knows you have friends...

She knows you had past lovers... perhaps even children...

Cersei is not afraid to sacrifice everything you hold dear if it means your loyalty and obedience is only towards her.

She's petty and impossible to reason with.

She cares little when you cry at the sight of all the blood.

Or when she tells you she had someone's head mounted on a pike for being too close to you.

In fact, Cersei would demolish your House and home if it meant you had to rely on her.

You can't disobey if you have nothing to fight for, right?

Cersei is no doubt seductive and flirtatious towards you.

She has seduced many to garner their loyalty.

To her, this isn't about love.

This is about power and control...

Cersei's a megalomaniac, power means everything.

She wants to prove to others that they should fear her.

She may be no man, but she's got power and is ruthless all the same.

She gains sadistic pleasure when watching you bend the knee for her.

In fact... she just likes it when you're on your knees.

Cersei is easily jealous and possessive.

Her jealous and selfish attitude is the reason blood is spilled.

She does offer to wipe your tears when you see her kill another who's close to you... picking them off one by one like she did Robert Baratheon's illegitimates...

Yet afterwards she tells you not to shed anymore for them.

To Cersei, she owns all of you.

Your tears, your blood, everything...

You can't stop her.

When she lures you in close with promises of seduction and pardons for supposed crimes... she then locks you up.

You get to be stuck in a cell for her entertainment.

If you're lucky and obey, she'll reward you.

She'll give you little kisses, an affectionate touch anywhere you want.

She'll gladly use seduction to keep you hooked on her... to rely on her.

Perhaps even let you out and make you her royal pet.

She doesn't need a ring to keep you as hers.

She just needs threats, coercion, and sweet little praises to make you loyal.

Resist all you want, she'll break you down all the same.

She's the queen, she gets what she wants.

She proves that to you countless times, kissing you hungrily with a bruising grip.

She doesn't resort to whining to make you love her.

She simply takes what she wants, because you are hers.

It doesn't matter if her "love" for you is mutual or not...

She'll take you for herself all the same.

[vlyrn]

c.ai bots masterlist

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Game of Thrones

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Arya Stark:

Stick Wielding

The Ghost and the Witch

Brienne of Tarth:

Stranger at Camp

Rescued

Ser Bronn:

In the Solar

Dornish Girl

Cersei Lannister:

The Lioness’s Chambers

Fight

Gendry Waters / Gendry Baratheon:

Riverlands

The Blacksmith

Jaime Lannister:

Harrenhal

Lion among Wolves

A Stark Greeting

Joffrey Baratheon

Busy?

Strangler

Jon Snow:

The Corpse Queen

Castle Library

Good Liar

Embers

How Much?

Ser Jorah Mormont:

The Andal

Ned Stark:

Newlyweds

First Steps

Oberyn Martell:

Morning

Podrick Payne:

Not Today

Ramsay Bolton / Snow:

Bloodied and Dirtied

Clean up

Robb Stark

Battle Weary King

The Nurse

Lady Frey

Cold Night

Lion in a Wolf’s Jaws

Roose Bolton:

Curious Wolf

Sandor Clegane:

Unlikely Hero

Violet

Sansa Stark:

A Friendly Face?

Stannis Baratheon:

Sunset

The Cottage at the Edge

Theon Greyjoy:

Reek

Open Scars

After Battle

Reunion

The Stag and the Kraken

The Siege

Life for Life

Tormund Giantsbane:

Lady and the Wildling

Tyrion Lannister:

To Volantis

An Evening Visitor

Duty, Duty, Duty

A Toast

Yearn

The Pyramid

Tywin Lannister:

The Hand’s Tower

The Witch

Viserys Targaryen III:

A King Crowned

Yara Greyjoy:

On the Black Wind

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House of the Dragon

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Aegon II Targaryen:

No More Lectures

Beds and Burns

Healers

Runaways

Fling

Aemond Targaryen:

Aching Nights

Throne Room

Aftermath

Fight by Me

Call me Strong

Alicent Hightower:

Lonesome Queen

Ringlet

Alys Rivers:

Bad Dreams

Baela Targaryen:

Of Fire and Blood

Teacup

Cregan Stark:

Welcome to Winterfell

Northern Yearning

The Sun Sets on the Wall

Criston Cole:

Secrets in the Dark

Daemon Targaryen:

Throne Room

To Talk

Forgiveness

Ser Harwin Strong:

Your Grace

The Princess’s Knight

Jacaerys Velaryon:

Home Again

The Night Before

Lady Stark

Have you Come to Train?

Otto Hightower:

The Queen’s Companion

First Born

Rhaenyra Targaryen:

Feathers

Sharako Lohar:

The Admiral

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[ranticore]

happy anniversary STBH!! i bought both books while on a week break and read them both in two days voraciously despite my phone failing to decipher the epub files (squinting at a 200x zoomed pdf is a painful way to read but it was so worth it). i am periodically rotating the characters round my mind like the hypothetical apple number 1. Cain especially has been placed in my little mental cabinet of curiosity that i drop by during quiet hours to think about. love that man. number one cain fan. chewing him like an interesting stick. i love every other character as well though theyre all so fascinating and v human

anyway all this ramble to say i love your works and im patiently waiting for the moth release. ur prose is so lovely and i love love love the way you interpret folklore and mythology and your art

question for the stbh gang: what actually are their daemons? i know felix has estibarith the swan but im so curious as to the rest...

omg noo i'm so sorry the epub didn't work! i know you already suffered through it but for anyone else with this issue, i have a recommendation for google books app (if using android) but even if that doesn't work, you can always contact me and we can make something more readable (like a pdf with big font or something) that fits

i'm so happy that cain resonates with people, that old man is a favourite of mine even if i did forget to change his name from the original placeholder (whoops). he's a lil fucked up now but his story is far from over

as for tha daemons..

Islin: i narrowed it down to two potentials?? That i kind of bounce between. I tend to lean more towards a polled bull than anything else - a same-sex daemon which would be the only one in the cast i think, which i tried to parallel in pern story with him being the only one who doesn't match the canon rules for rider sexuality & dragon colour. but regardless the daemon is called Tarannach and the overall symbolism is a massive powerful dominant animal who is nonetheless "de-fanged" in some way (polled cattle naturally lack horns!) and appears more peaceful as a result. Tarannach is wilful and domineering, disagrees with Islin frequently (before Islin has his spine-growing moments), and unapologetically takes up space. would also be a massive inconvenience in day to day life but that's kind of the point. Before settling as a bull, Tarannach went through phases of wanting to be smaller and smaller.

Bowman has a dog daemon. It just has to be that way, there's no getting around it. I joked around that she would be a poodle but actually I would lean more towards a collie instead, a herding type. Something that looks rough and ready but is actually surprisingly high maintenance. Her name is Nell/Nellie. Her personality is irreverent, never takes anything seriously. She turns into a feral animal during the full moon.

We know Estibariz is a swan but some more about her - she wanted to be a lioness, something big and fierce, and Félix insisted that she would probably end up a serpent or a fox, something with connotations of being a sneaky liar, and he felt that when she did settle, it would be an externalisation of some inner ugliness he never wanted anyone else to see. when she did settle she enjoyed a big I Told You So. When he was taken by Puck and spat out again, she returned as a form-shifting daemon again, and had gained the ability to separate from him and travel long distances. She never shapeshifted willingly though. The first person to touch Estibariz aside from Félix was Bowman. The second person was Helena.

Clarion is the only one whose daemon was actually, for real, a horse. His name was Drey and he was a dapple grey draft breed.

Senca is obviously a witch so also had a daemon who could travel far from her. He was a bird, I thought maybe a nightjar or collared dove. Never got that far in the au so didn't pick a name. We'll just call him Namiliyath

Léa's was a thorny devil

Jean's is a ferret and her name is Missy. It looks like it could potentially be an ermine, a symbol of nobility, but no. It's a common hunting animal, white with black eyes.

Erica's is a magpie

Pascal does not have a daemon. There's something there that looks very swanlike, but it speaks with his voice. In a human au, it's a golden eagle.

I don't think I made anything for other characters, again I never got that far writing it

[themareverine]

oh this looks fun! i'm playing even if i wasn't tagged! stolen from @jolapeno

2024 faves ✨💛

books **audiobooks/dramas

Wolverine: Origins Weapon X, Mark Cerasini, David Alan Mack, Hugh Matthews.

Unveiling Grace, Lynn K. Wilder

Tell No Lies, Allison Brennan

Chill Factor, Sandra Brown

**Wolverine: The Long Night

** Wolverine: The Lost Trail

movies *are rewatches

Homestead (2024) dir. Ben Smallbone i watched this believing it was a movie, don't judge me.

Deadpool & Wolverine (2024) dir. Shawn Levy

*Real Steel (2011) dir. Shawn Levy

*Logan (2017) dir. James Mangold

Beyond Glory (2016) dir. Larry Brand

Paperback Hero (1999) dir. Antony J. Bowman

Australia (2008) dir. Baz Luhrmann

Transformers One (2024) dir. Josh Cooly

tv shows *are rewatches

Landman

Homestead

Lioness

Tulsa King

Troppo

*Terra Nova

X-Men: The Animated Series

X-Men: '97

albums songs/artists

Hugh Jackman. just about anything from him, specifically The Greatest Show, Come Alive, and A Million Dreams.

In the Secret Place, Jackie Baker

Onaga, JJ Hairston

More than a Conqueror, Bethany Music

I Drove All Night, Roy Orbison

All Things are Possible, Hillsong Worship

P31, Hannah Barr

Liar (Truth Is), Allison Eide

Cold War, Swingin' Hammers

+ a billion others I just don't have time to list

nintendo switch

Stardew Valley

Marvel Ultimate Alliance 3: The Black Order

Princess Peach Showtime

favorite everydays (currently)

Wolverine yes he's in my everyday, lol

My customized Wolverine ringtone and text tone

Christ Glorified Fitness on YouTube Christina is amazing and I love her.

Kindle Scribe

Airpods Pro

Casetify Wolverine phone case

Standing Yellow Phone Charger

Remo 10" tambourine

Snacklebox

Nintendo Switch

Citrine Solitaire Ring

Hoka Clifton 8's

Moonstone Seven's The Hair Plop

tagging without pressure: @thevoicefromanotherworld @permanentlyexhaustedpigeon88 @itsgoghtime @bpmiranda @hereforthehitsbaby @lubdubology

[fieryjeannearchives]

🃏: I think Suika-chan is mad at me 🥲 🏹: It’s okay… you deserve to be happy… 🃏: Ukyo-chan, maybe that would be more convincing if you didn’t sound so disappointed… And what are you even talking about? 🛡, rushing to where they are: YOU!! 🧪, running after her: Lioness, calm down! The mentalist can do whatever he wants!! 🃏: Seriously, what’s going on?! 🛡: I know Senku has been stupidly slow— 🧪: HEY! 🛡: But how could you flirt with another guy?! 🃏: Huh? I did not— 🛡: Are you calling Suika a liar?? 🃏: Ma-maybe it’s all a misunderstanding… Uh, when was this alleged flirting? 🛡: Christmas… 🧪: Cut it out already. It doesn’t matter if—! 🃏: But I didn’t have time to flirt then. 🧪: Hah? 🃏: Why do you look so surprised? I was busy helping you, Senku-chan, to prepare the presents… Or should I say, “Santa-chan”? 🧪: I told you not to call me that. 🃏: But you looked so cute with the fake beard and—! Ah… 🏹: That explains it all. What a relief 😅 🛡: Yeah… 🧪: But… but that wasn’t flirting?! 🃏: Of-of course not! 🛡: Uh huh, I’m gonna talk with Suika. 🏹: I’ll go with you.

[simsroyallegacy]

Princess Annaliese CAUGHT On the Arm of MARRIED Duke?!

Last weekend King Arden’s golden child had all of us raising our eyebrows at the 53rd Annual Diamond Plumbob Awards afterparty. 

His Majesty’s favorite child certainly stole the spotlight from the rest of the stars attending the party, causing a ruckus when photographed getting cozy with one Alexei Savalani, the Duke of Margate. The forty-five-year-old Duke is a prominent member of the House of Lords and has been a staunch opponent against Princess Ana’s father. This is not the only reason we predict this relationship will be subjected to His Majesty’s ire, however, since the age gap has even the public raising their brows.

The Princess, twenty-four, is a little over twenty years younger than the Duke, a man only a few years younger than her father. She has never been connected to any man or woman romantically, preferring to keep her private life under lock and key as much as possible. Her ability to stay under the radar, however, didn’t keep us from noticing her getting a little touchy-feely with Duke Alexei! 

(Above: Snapshots taken earlier in the evening of Her Royal Highness and the Duke conversing with some award winners and nominees.)

While attending the star-studded soirée in her capacity as Royal Patron of the Moving Picture Council (MPC), the Princess was originally photographed mingling with the same crowd as the Duke, who is the owner of several well-known production companies within the industry. Their initial interactions were hardly suspicious until the source of our publication’s photos below saw them leaving the party together.

“They were careful I’ll give them that,” our correspondent told us. “They rarely were seen in the same group barring a couple of times and only really exchanged pleasantries. I didn’t really think anything of them until I happened to catch a photo of them leaving together out onto the rooftop halfway through the evening.”

The photos taken of the two taking a stroll through the venue’s rooftop garden depict a much more intimate relationship than previously assumed of the two – at one point, Princess Ana was seen with her hands actually caressing the Duke! Our source claims that the two were out there seeming “like a couple on a date” for a good forty-five minutes before separating to return to the party.

The rumors being fueled by these photos are not reflecting well upon Princess Ana and her “good girl” image. Alexei Savalani is not only much older than her and a part of the HoL, but he is still currently married?! He was even spotted that evening still wearing his wedding ring!

The Duke of Margate has been married to his wife, Duchess Reagan, for a decade. The two met during his travels to Celestre, the Duchess’ native country, dated for a year, and married two months after he proposed. There have been rumors circulating about a break in the marriage but until now no proof has been captured. Perhaps he’s finally making a statement?

[lgbtpopcult]

WLW 2024 VIEWING GUIDE

Recently Finished Series & Recently Released Movies You Can Watch

SERIES

TRUE DETECTIVE: NIGHT COUNTRY

23.5

Blank The Series

Harlan Coben's Shelter

Under The Bridge

NCIS Hawaii

Ted

Lucky My Love

Everything Now

My Marvelous Dream is You

Wreck

Lioness

Paper Dolls

MOVIES

Bodies Bodies Bodies

Green Night

The Exorcism 2024

Uranus 2324

Drive-Away Dolls (2024)

Am I OK?

Strictly Confidential

Lowlifes

Fancy Dance

Series That are Still Going You Can watch

The Secret of Us

The Last of Us

4 Estrellas

Monarch Legacy of Monsters

The Loyal Pin

Ayaka Is in Love with Hiroko!

Harley Quinn The Animated Series

Hazbin Hotel

Sueños de Libertad

The Decameron

Yellowjackets

Arcane

Chaser Game W

Shortland Street

Deadloch

Bad Sisters

Invasion

Sunny

Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin

From

Series & Movies Coming Out Soon

Mate The Series

Fear Street: Prom Queen

Pluto

Something in the Water (2024)

Mom Pet Sawan

Unlock Your Love

Hal & Harper

Petrichor

 Joe Baby

Afair The Series

[nolarkey]

Lion dump 1 A Pride Of Liars

Mostly of Stone, Stone isn't really my oc, but more loosley inspired off my sisters oc Tay, she's cool with it, and he is fun to draw! I decided to base all of my main ocs for silly lion ocs and my sisters oc interwines with my ocs family lol.

The 4th image is a traced screenshot from My Pride, and the bg isn't mine, I wanted to see what they'd look like in the show as I do like the artstyle.

The violet eyed lioness is his older half-sister, Eventide(she had a my pride name, I forgot, but her mother was calls Dryheart, who Aloe ever so affectionately called Dryfart since cub hood lol)

The dark maned lioness is his littermate Aloe.

Their father is named Aether, who Stone resembles quite a bit.

I tore away from my pride and started getting more into I Hope So, I'd recommend it!

Onto lion pride icons lol, haven't drawn em in a while.

[wosobronze]

I love how Lucy said in a chelsea tiktok that she’s not a fan of chocolate but she was eating chocolate in the entire lioness youtube video lol

lmaooo what a liar

don’t think there was any left she well and truly battered through them😭

[toomagazineperfection]

A leap of save.

A might of tell.

An honours girl.

A video of self-sufficiency.

A cint of her moon lay to the night.

When you fall, a love so sweet.

A loving and you love me.

A love is no way deed.

A love is.

I love you, poetry moon.

A love so neat.

A liar.

A homer.

A raging lioness.

A love you know, obsessed with your body.

A love till it hopes me.

A love so sweet.

Knowing my fingers weep.

A love that you hone me.

A fingers through your head and so skull neat.

Her sky is a skull noon.

She is a hard poem.

Hard setter.

Meaning she dances on my life.

Meaning she meanders.

A heart of you.

It's so swelled sweet.

A knowing that you hate to love me true.

Knowing her I love you's.

It's so sweet.

A lie of hone.

She was the noon night.

Hegdic.

Sunidhi