#these r my dolls and i love them dearly

[mappingthesky]

planymphia wives honeymoon cutesy fluffy and overwhelmingly emotional drabble pleaseee

take my hand (take my whole life, too)

or: it’s their first week of being married - jane can’t stop referring to nymphia as ‘my wife’, nymphia can’t stop crying, and no one has ever been more in love in all of time.

Jane wakes up when Nymphia rolls over and flings a heavy arm across her torso in sleep.

Jane’s eyes flutter. Sunlight threatens to spill in from the other side of the heavy hotel room curtains all too soon. She’s only half conscious, and her eyes are still a little blurry with last night’s wine, and she’s content to drift back off to sleep, lulled by the gentle brush of Nymphia’s fingertips down her sternum, but then-

A little gasp, a sharp intake of breath. “Oh my god.”

“Mmwhat?” Nymphia mumbles, her eyes still closed as Jane grabs for her hand. Again, when her wrist is nearly pulled from the rest of her arm. “What?”

“Nymphia,” Jane whispers, but it’s thin, because she’s smiling. Nymphia can barely make it out through the dim light of the room and the sleep that clouds her vision, but she knows it just the same. She would recognize that smile by the sound of Jane’s words spoken through it, by the feeling of her soft gaze upon her. She would know it anywhere - even in the dark.

“We got married.”

Nymphia’s eyes blink open and look over at Jane. She’s on her back, holding Nymphia’s hand up to the light. She turns it over carefully, fingertips against her open palm, thumb tracing over the silver band on Nymphia’s ring finger. A diamond glitters in the dark.

“I know,” Nymphia grumbles, still half-asleep, still unwilling to be awoken for anything at all. “Spent eight months planning it, ’member?”

It was longer than that. It was the culmination of years of dreaming and months of planning, of Nymphia ironing out every last detail, Jane somehow even more stressed than she was, because she’d wanted it all to be perfect. For her.

(“You have a say, too,” Nymphia had reminded her on more than one occasion. “This day is about the both of us.”

“I know, baby,” Jane said, that spot between her brows that creases when she thinks too hard momentarily relaxing as she kisses Nymphia’s cheek. “But it’s really about you. Everything is about you.”)

Jane pulls Nymphia’s hand closer, studies it for a long while. Nymphia’s eyes are just closing again when Jane presses a kiss to her ring finger, then to her palm, more kisses up the inside of her wrist, the length of her arm, up her shoulder. Nymphia whines.

It comes back to her slowly as Jane coaxes her from her sleep, the only one she’d ever allow. Their night. It was everything they ever could have asked for, more than that. Their friends lining the aisle, swearing that they knew this day would come, arguing over who had really called it first. Jane, who had sworn she wouldn’t cry, who had warned Nymphia not to be worried if she didn’t, dissolving into tears the moment Nymphia emerged in all white. Nymphia, unsurprisingly to everyone, openly sobbing for half of the night, dabbing a tissue underneath her damp eyes at the dinner table. They’d had two glasses of champagne each, and nothing else.  They’d promised, because they wanted to remember this: the toasts, the dancing, each other, every moment.

Nymphia is beaming by the time Jane kisses her shoulder blade, eliciting a hum.

“Was it everything you wanted?” Jane murmurs, brushing a dark strand of hair back to kiss Nymphia’s ear.

A smile splits through Nymphia’s sleep, eyes still closed as she nuzzles deeper into the pillow, deeper into Jane. “It was perfect.”

Jane kisses Nymphia’s cheek. “What was your favorite part?”

“Mmm,” Nymphia hums, because how could she ever pick just one shining moment to stand out among the rest? How could she even begin to split the single most incandescent day of her life into segments? 

“The part where we went home,” Nymphia says, and Jane is pulling her closer. “The part where we went to bed and you let me sleep in.”

“Can’t let you sleep in,” Jane says, chin coming to rest on the crown of Nymphia’s head where it comes to press against her chest. “Too in love with you.”

They’re both quiet for a moment, basking in the warmth of last night as it rolls over to this morning.

“Wanna know my favorite part?” Jane asks, and Nymphia can feel the soft reverberation of her voice through her skin. “The part where we wake up and I get to say that you’re my wife.”

Nymphia can’t help but laugh at the sentiment. “This part?” she says, finally tilting her head up to look at Jane. She’s never gotten used to this - Jane looking at her every day like she’s still shiny and new. She doesn’t think she ever will. 

“Yeah. This part,” Jane beams, one hand coming to cradle Nymphia’s cheek as she smiles. “You’re my wife.”

“This part’s pretty good,” Nymphia stares into Jane, belly burning with butterflies, a love bigger and brighter than she ever thought was possible. “Say it again.”

Jane grins and brings her lips to Nymphia’s, kisses her with a lifetime of devotion. She pulls away, and there’s forever in her eyes. 

“You’re my wife,” Jane smiles. “And I’m yours.”

-

Jane doesn’t travel well.

She puts her packing off until the last possible minute and grumbles all the way to the airport. Nymphia can’t be upset though, because Jane ‘my wife’s’ Nymphia at every possible opportunity - she does it to the disgruntled employee who checks their bags, and the TSA agent who checks their passports, and the barista who makes their coffees while they’re killing time at their terminal. Nymphia rolls her eyes every time, but she’s smiling too, and can’t stop examining the sparkle on her left hand ring finger. 

Jane goes so anxious on the plane that Nymphia has to hold her hand through the takeoff. She doesn’t let go until thirty minutes into the flight, when Jane is finally distracted enough to drop her shoulders and stop thinking about the miniscule possibility that they go plummeting to the ground.

Eventually, they settle in. It’s a long flight, nearly twenty hours, and they shelled out on first class for the occasion. Nymphia’s got the window seat (partly because Jane knows she likes to look out the window, and partly because she can’t stomach seeing the ocean several thousand feet beneath them), and Jane wastes no time getting comfortable. 

(“It’s for my wife,” Jane tells the stewardess when she requests an extra blanket. “She runs cold.” 

Nymphia stares up from her book just long enough to swat Jane’s arm, muttering “that’s not even true.”

“I know,” Jane shrugs. “Just wanted to see what playing the wife card could get me.”

“Careful,” Nymphia warns. “You’re gonna wear it out.”

“What, calling you my wife?” Jane grins. “Baby, that’s never gonna get old.”)

They’re curled up together, alternating between books and movies and laughing at odd little happenings around them. Jane scoffs at shitty jokes on the screen, and Nymphia leans over to read her passages from her book, and Jane hums like she’s listening, but really she’s just admiring Nymphia in her comfy clothes, dark hair pulled back, glasses sliding down the bridge of her nose. She likes her the best like this.

At the end of her movie, Jane glances over at Nymphia. “Are you excited?”

She thinks she knows what the answer will be, but she’s asking anyway, because she wants it to be perfect - their honeymoon, their first trip together as a married couple, their first foray into the rest of their lives together. They’d debated on a destination for weeks on end. They’d considered a roadtrip across America (too pedestrian - they’ll save that one for another summer), or a week in Vegas where they’d get married again in some cheap chapel (too cliche - they’ll save it for their vow renewals). They’d debated on whether or not to book a room in the most luxurious resort they could find in Thailand, but had settled on a cozy beachside bungalow instead. Jane thought Nymphia would like that the best, knew she would too, because she’d be happy if Nymphia was.

It’s funny how someone can change you so completely and entirely, how they can bring out the best part of you that was waiting to be discovered. Before Nymphia, Jane had always put herself first, even at the expense of others. She was content like that, and then she met Nymphia, and the center of her universe shifted outside of herself. For the first time it wasn’t a chore to care for someone else, and Jane was better because of it. 

“For the honeymoon?” Nymphia asks, folding her book in her lap. She looks down at Jane all nestled in her blankets, hoodie pulled over her blonde hair, and can’t help but smile. 

Nymphia had always been a hopeless romantic, all too eager to hand her heart over to the wrong person. She was a tender thing then, bruising easily in careless hands, burning through her own wells of hope faster than she could replenish them, and after the almost-great-loves of her young adulthood, she felt like she’d been cored. Having her heart handed back to her so unrequitedly time after time, she’d thought she’d been selfish to want a love as big as her own, to expect anyone to be able to return what she gave to them. She’d stopped dreaming of it altogether, and then she’d met Jane. Jane, who reveres her like the Earth reveres the Sun, who worships the ground that she walks on, who straightened out every desire Nymphia had crumpled up inside of herself and gave her more than she could ever dare ask for. 

Now, Nymphia knows she can be selfish. She looks over at Jane and thinks that she wants this for all time - all of Jane, all to herself. 

“Yeah, baby. I’m so excited.” Nymphia reaches over to take Jane’s hand. “Jus’ wanna spend time with you.”

“Good,” Jane smiles, “me too.” She tilts her head up, puckers her lips in a silent request for a kiss, and Nymphia obliges.

-

The plane starts its descent several long hours after they’ve woken up, and Nymphia is grabbing Jane’s hand before she even has to ask, because she knows she hates this part the most. Jane sucks air through her teeth as the last bit of turbulence rocks the plane, and Nymphia rubs her thumb in soothing circles over the back of her hand. As soon as they hit the tarmac, Jane snaps back into place, blocking the whole aisle just to get Nymphia’s carry-on out of the overhead compartment.

“Sorry,” Jane says over her shoulder to a disgruntled passenger. “My wife. She’s pregnant.”

“Jane,” Nymphia hisses through her teeth. “You of all people should know I’m not pregnant.”

“Not yet,” Jane kisses her shoulder before they maneuver down the aisle. “But when I’m through with you…”

Nymphia scoffs, smiling into the air, because she knows it’s impossible, but if anyone’s love could defy the laws of science, it would be theirs.

-

Despite their sleep on the plane, Jane and Nymphia are so impossibly jetlagged, and the car ride to the bungalow is a delirious haze. Determined to push through the rest of the day, they tumble out of their room and onto the tree-lined streets, perusing the local offerings and getting dinner while they speak to each other in exhausted, two-word sentences that wouldn’t make sense to anyone else. It’s all they need.

And then they’re out under the sky, wandering in this beautiful place with blue-green water that laps in whispering waves over the sandy beach, and Nymphia has never looked so beautiful to Jane as she does under the moonlight. 

She’s running up the beach, shrieking as the water splashes at her feet, or when Jane chases her up the shore and catches her, spinning her around and pressing crazed kisses against her hairline. Nymphia is laughing, and then her cheeks are wet with tears, and Jane is wiping underneath her eyes.

“Hey,” Jane says, pushing Nymphia’s hair behind her ears, a careful concern crossing her face. “Why tears?”

“I’m just so happy,” Nymphia blubbers, smiling through the silver-wet stars in her eyes, because it’s all been such a beautiful blur, and it hasn’t hit her until right now that this is the rest of her life. “I can’t believe we get to do this forever.”

“God, you’re unbelievable, you know that?” Jane smiles. “Here I was thinking you stepped on a sea urchin. Or you got stung by a jellyfish. And I’d have to pee on your leg or something. Wouldn’t that be a great start to our honeymoon?”

“Shut up,” Nymphia sobs. “You’re ruining the moment!”

“M’sorry, my love,” Jane coos, wiping another tear from Nymphia’s face. “You’re the most sentimental girl alive, you know I can’t keep up with that.”

Nymphia just laughs, because yes, she’s endlessly sentimental, but, secretly, so is Jane. She still remembers the first time she’d opened a card from Jane and was met with pages filled almost entirely with ink, letters squished together to make room for as many as possible, words winding around whatever tacky quote was stamped in the middle. Jane had a way with words, despite whatever she’d tell you otherwise, and never ceased to amaze Nymphia with the sincerity she seemed to save just for her. 

(It crosses Nymphia’s mind then what her favorite part of the wedding really was - when Jane had recited her vows from memory in front of all their family and friends, had taken those impossibly beautiful things that were usually relinquished to their most intimate moments and had loved Nymphia enough to profess it in front of everyone. Not that they didn’t know already. You can’t hide a love as enormous as this one.)

“You keep up just fine,” Nymphia says softly, resting her cheek against Jane’s hand. She swears Jane’s eyes go misty just before she kisses her right there on the sand, beneath the stars, beneath the universe that brought them together.

-

Nymphia smiles when Jane crawls into bed. She’s in a gray crewneck that’s cut across her shoulders, and she’s propped up against fluffy pillows, and Jane is pushing the book out of her hands.

“Dinner was perfect,” Jane kisses her cheek before slipping into bed beside Nymphia. “But is it bad that I just wanted to get back to the room?”

“It’s terrible,” Nymphia turns over, slotting her back against Jane’s chest. “Is this the part where we get old and boring?”

“Yes,” Jane envelops Nymphia in her hold, fits against her in the way they’re going to for the rest of their lives, slides a hand down the length of her torso and up the inside of her thigh. 

“Not even gonna call you a whore or anything,” Jane kisses her ear. One hand cups Nymphia’s breast, the other dips between her legs. “Just gonna fuck you good and tell you how much I love you.”

“So boring,” Nymphia sighs, already melting away.

“So boring.”

(It’s not boring at all.)

-

Now that it’s hit Nymphia, she can’t stop crying every time the sheer enormity of it washes over her.

She’s always been emotional, but sometimes there’s a delay. Her life moves so fast, always swept up in the current of whatever dream she’s chasing, and sometimes it isn’t until she has a second to slow down that she realizes just how special every fleeting moment has been.

It’s been a whole week of being married, of wandering through villages and long hikes up mountain sides and afternoons spent sunning on the shore, of dawns and dinners and keeping a distance from the rest of the world as they know it. Now, Nymphia is sitting in a hammock at the edge of the beach, and she’s looking out over the water, and she’s basking in the overwhelming perfection of this moment. It’s something out of a dream, the sort of thing she’d long thought would be impossible for her to experience, and she can’t help but want to slow it all down, to draw out every precious moment long enough to memorize them, to make them last forever.

She’s sniffling just a bit when Jane finally finds her. She slides into place beside her, knees tucked into her chest, and stares quietly at the last of the sun as it sets over the ocean.

“Beautiful,” Jane murmurs, and it’s about the sunset, but it’s about Nymphia too. She presses a soft kiss to Nymphia’s shoulder.

“I don’t want it to end,” Nymphia sighs, unwilling to look away from the heaven that’s in front of her. They still have another day of this, one more perfect day at the edge of reality, and then they’ll be packing their things, leaving the quiet paradise of their bungalow and flying home. Back to work, back to their crazy, stupid friends, back to the never-ending rush and whirr of the city.

It’s not just that Nymphia doesn’t want the honeymoon to end. She doesn’t want this to end: her and Jane, so head-spinningly in love that nothing else matters, so finely attuned to one another, so freshly devoted to making it last. Nymphia wants so desperately to do it right, for their love to outlive that of either of their parents, for them to see all of their promises through for years to come. The possibility that they can’t pull it off is mind-numbingly terrifying, but the possibility that they can…

It’s an impossible promise to make to one another, and yet they’ve already done it. 

Nymphia sighs, mind swirling, and Jane somehow knows exactly what she means when she says, “what do we do now?”

Jane goes quiet for a moment, staring out over everything she’s ever wanted, and does her best to be brave for Nymphia.

“We sit out here until we’re too tired to keep our eyes open, and then I’ll take you to bed,” Jane says softly. “And then we have one more beautiful day, okay?”

“Okay,” Nymphia says, chewing on her cheek, still unable to look away from the landscape should it all disappear on her. “And then what?”

“And then we go home,” Jane looks over at Nymphia. “We go back to our house. And I’ll take you to work every morning, and then I’ll come home and be pissed about something, probably, and you’ll roll your eyes and tell me to shut up and I will, because I love you and, y’know, I generally think you’re right about everything. And we’ll have our stupid friends over and show them a billion pictures from our trip and kick them out so we can watch Project Runway and fuck. How does that sound?”

Nymphia giggles, and when she finally tears her gaze away from the beach, she realizes there’s another heaven right beside her, one that she gets to take home. And home, their home, the one with the fat cat and the mismatched furniture and their pictures all over the wall, that's another heaven too. Suddenly, the trip being over doesn’t seem like such a bad thing. Nymphia is almost looking forward to it.

“Are you scared?” Jane ventures softly, searching Nymphia’s face carefully. “It’s okay if you are.”

“Only a little,” Nymphia mumbles, voice wavering, eyes watering. 

“I’m a little scared too. We’ll take it one day at a time, okay?” Jane continues, looking a little smaller all of a sudden, pushing through every worry that threatens to override her strong front. “I know we’ll have bad days too, Nymph. I know I’m gonna fuck up and not listen enough and piss you off sometimes, but I love you to fucking pieces. I’m gonna give you the best I’ve got, I promise you.”

Nymphia takes Jane’s hand, and there are silent tears streaming down her face, because it’s only been a week and she already loves Jane more than she did on the day that she married her. It’s enough love to override everything that threatens to pierce through their perfect bubble, enough to fuel the years to come, enough to roll over into the next life and the one after that.

“And if you get sick of me,” Jane teases, squeezing Nymphia’s hand. “Y’know. Just say the word.”

“Shut up. I’ll never get sick of you,” Nymphia cries, throwing her arms around Jane’s shoulders. Jane laughs into her neck, pulls her closer into a bone-crushing embrace. This is the best part - Nymphia married her best friend. It’s enough just to hold her, just to be beside her. All those other parts, the sex and the sweet nothings and the swearing each other to forever, they’re just the luxuries of being in love with her. 

“You promise?” Jane says into Nymphia’s hair. She knows what the answer will be. She just wants to hear it anyway.

“I promise,” Nymphia whispers. “I love you.”

“I love you,” Jane says. “With all my heart.”

(They go home two mornings later, back to the city and their couch and their cat, and they aren’t scared anymore, because the warm glow of one another lasts much longer than fleeting sunsets over foreign shores. They wake up together, kiss goodbye on the way to work, hang their wedding photos on the wall and muse over the best day of their lives for years to come. They have lots of good days, and a few bad ones, too. They fight, and then they talk, and they never go to bed angry, just put each other back together in the way that only they can. And then they wake up and love each other more in spite of it.

The honeymoon was great, but here’s the best part: they make it last.)

[dullahandyke]

Motherfuck I've been added to a gc coordinating debs dresses.... I should probably learn when the debs is huh

[jhoneybees]

Real lonely

Here's a little blurb for @atleastpleasetelephone I love our conversations so much, I cherish them dearly to my heart and to show how much I love ya girlie is to write so here you go!🫶

Characters: Late 70s!Elvis X reader

Warnings/triggers: swearing

Tags: @atleastpleasetelephone @another-identityofmine @i-r-i-n-a-a @theelvisprincess @thelonelyheart

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These little moments you have with Elvis are what keeps your relationship so strong, just snuggling up together in bed with him reading his favourite books. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself." Elvis reads out softly, his arm under your neck as you rest your head on his shoulder, your hand rubbing slow circles on the curve of his belly as he leans his cheek down to lay upon the top of your hair. “Ain’t that true, hm?”

You hum, quietly. Lifting your head up to look at his pretty face, smiling as he places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

You never expected in a million years that you’d be dating Elvis Presley, never expecting him to love you the way he does. He’s the man you’ve been looking for all your life, he’s gentle, kind, loving, generous, funny, you really can’t list off everything. He’s perfect for you.

“Getting tired, baby?” He asks, humming into your hair as he skims the pages of the book.

“Hmm, no I’m not tired. Just really comfortable laying here with you.” Gliding your arm around his front to give him a little squeeze making him chuckle.

“M’kay…here’s a good one…” Pecking your temple. “Love one another, but make not a bond of love, Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup. Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf. Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of the lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.”

“That is a good one.” You hum, impressed. Nuzzling your nose into his jaw, you grow a little needy for his affection. “I love you, Elvis.”

He smiles, contently. “I love you too, baby” closing the book and placing it on his bedside, he moves to wrap his arms around you. Playfully squeezing you in a tight hug before admiring your doll face, laughing along with you as you scrunch your nose.

“What would I do without my baby, hm? What would I do without her?”

You giggle softly, wiggling to get up closer to his face, pressing a loving kiss onto his pillowy lips. “I don’t know…what would you do?”

He hums in thought, his smile growing wider when his gaze drifts down to your lips. “Be a real lonely sonofabitch.”

The both of you break into soft giggles, exchanging little pecks here and there as your hearts press onto one another..

“I’d be real lonely too if I didn’t have you.”

[gilverrwrites]

Forget yourself, surrender your mind.

Black Mask/F!Reader, 2.5K ft. Platonic Jason Todd/Reader AN: So, this is based on a series of frankly depraved, evil, beautiful asks [one], [two], [three], [four]. Thank you so much anon/s! It's been tittering on complete for a while now, but I've been hesitatnt to post if as a I feel like it's missing something, but I can't quite put my finger on it. Maybe I'll post an amended verison at a later date. Hopefully youse don't feel the same, and/or enjoy it anyway. CWs: Swearing, power imbalance, sexual misconduct - Roman is a H/R nightmare, drug use, non-graphic violence, bad drug trip, non-graphic torture, non-graphic blood, manipulation, forced exhibition, public/humiliation, degradation, dumbification/infantilization, a LOT of daddy kink, objectification, isolation, edging, hair pulling, one sided co-dependency, unhealthy coping mechanisms, self-destructive behaviours, very abusive relationship. I am being way over-cautious with this, but basically DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!

“He makes my fucking skin crawl.” Your lips are pulled into a tight scowl as you read the latest text from your boss Roman. “Look at this shit.”

Wear something extra pretty for your shift tomorrow, doll. I have something special planned for you.

Maybe you could understand if you were one of his working girls, you presume they're being paid to fuck him as well as the clientele, but you’re his fucking club's accountant. Despite this, or maybe because of it, he seems to get his kicks trying to coerce his way in your pants, and the more you reject him the more it spurs him on.

Jason considers the message with a frown before snatching your phone and scrolling up. The more inappropriate messages he sees, the more pissed off he looks. Most of it is much of the same, comments on your body and attitude, sometimes it’s worse, pure and unadulterated filth. Occasionally he throws in a legitimate work-related message, which requires an urgent reply. You’re certain he only does the latter to ensure you’re still checking each and every message.

“I told you not to take the job, and I keep telling you to quit.” He finally replies, handing back your phone and crossing his arms. The stormy expression and his imposing stature might be enough to scare anyone else into caving, but this is Jason. Your best friend Jason. You’d been through thick and thin. You’d watched him drunkenly recite Jane Austen in nothing but socks and a fuzzy pink towel for Christ's sake. He doesn’t frighten you. “He’s a creep, why do you keep working for him?”

“The pay is insane.” You reply instantaneously because it is. You’ve almost paid off half your student loan in a matter of months. And that’s on top of all the gifts. You know you shouldn’t take them, blood money and ill-gotten gains blah blah blah but some of it was just too good to turn down. Not to mention the dope. The perks of the job really outweigh the cons, you can deal with Romans vulgar attitude towards you, at least until your loans are paid and your savings account is bloated.

You love Jason dearly, but he’ll blow a fucking gasket if he found out you were taking bribes and drugs from Black fucking Mask. For a casino owner, he’s always been a bit of a stickler. So, you keep that secret for yourself, and you don’t feel bad about it. He has his secrets too. Unfortunately, real life isn’t like an episode of The Sleep Over Club.

“I worry about you.” Jay is still looking at you with that scrutinising glare, too bad it won’t work on you.

“I can handle Roman.” You roll your eyes as you attempt to reassure him. “Really Jay, I promise. He’d have to kill me before I would give him what he wanted.”

That felt so long ago. A far off memory that you hadn’t thought about since before the turning point in your relationship with Roman. It was laughable really. Kill you? Roman saved you.

He’d told you Red Hood was responsible, but you can’t really remember. You’d been high on a bad trip; a newbie had cut the stuff wrong apparently. All you can recall is being lost and alone, unable to command your own body when a bright light hit you out of nowhere, your ears were ringing, and then there was a gun in your face and finally Roman, your knight in a skull-shaped mask.

He’d made let you watch when he’d dealt with the idiot who fucked up the formula, and again you don’t want to remember much, just all that blood, all the screaming, and the thought that you never wanted to be in that position. Red Hood on the other hand was still at large, still a risk, but you weren’t scared of him. Why would you be scared of him when you had Roman. To protect you of course.

All he asked for in exchange was your unwavering submission loyalty.

It was good for you, Roman had helped you in a lot of ways. Keeping you safe, taking the weight off your shoulders. He’d made you realise what an uppity bitch you’d been.

It had been hard at first, accepting what you really are, who you belong to. It went against your core values to swallow your pride and comply to his whims, but you learned that he knew what was best.

The drugs help too. They make it easier to ignore the looks you get. At first, they made you uncomfortable; pitying glances from your former co-workers, judgement and disgust from strangers that cut deeper than you’d thought, mostly lust-filled leering from Roman's followers and his business associates.

But your objectification made Roman happy, and a happy Roman kept you safe happy.

You’re not sure when it happened but eventually, you stopped working, and not worrying about all those numbers felt good. “Don’t think about the money baby just pick whatever you want.”

After numbers came reading, “Those are some big words, why don’t you just point to the pictures.”

Then Roman cleverly pointed out that you didn't need a phone. Carrying around a phone usually meant carrying around a bag, and the ugly old bag you'd had since college really clashed with your pretty dresses.

Besides, what would you do with a phone? Text? Words are hard. Videos? Too much fake news out there, it would only scare you. Call someone? Who? You had everything you need right here.

Giving up decision-making came so naturally after that. “Don’t worry Princess. Daddy knows what you need.”

Roman Daddy helps a lot, he keeps you in line, reminds you of your place. Sometimes you need a firm hand and he’s never been afraid to give it to you. But mostly he just keeps you grounded.

Like now. It would be easy to focus on the hard sticky floor digging into your knees. To feel shame at wilfully allowing someone to treat you like this, at the idea of being watched in such a degrading position by the patrons of the bar or the man on the other side of the table. But you have Daddy to keep you focused. The scratchy feel of his slacks on your cheeks, his fingers in your hair, petting you like a good girl.

The best part is the muskiness of his crotch against your nose. He smells so yummy! It’s a challenge not to stick your tongue out and taste him. The last time you’d done that you’d gotten carried away, drooling all over him, making a large wet patch on his expensive trousers and getting drool everywhere. He’d punished you by having you clean up as much of the remaining excess with your mouth. That meant sucking at the velvety pillowed fabric of the chair and licking the filth-trodden floor. You’d hated every second, but you’d been happy to do it, eager to convince Daddy to keep you.

And it worked!

The memory of it, helps you to stave off the urge to make out with his clothed groin right now. What doesn’t help is the throbbing clit between your legs. Daddy edges you multiple times a day but rarely does he let you cum, that way you’re always wet and needy and ready for his cock. The punishment for trying to get off without him? More proof of Daddy's brilliance. The thought of it dampens any impulse to alleviate the constant ache. You’d broken down and apologised before it even began, begged him to make it stop but he’d had you sit through the whole thing; an hour with your legs open, completely exposed to the False-Facers. No fucking, but otherwise they could do what they liked, touching, slapping, pinching, spitting, and that they did. Your lesson had been learned; that your pussy wasn’t yours. It, along with the rest of your body belongs to Daddy, not you and he can do as he pleases with it.

The hand in your hair suddenly tightens its grip, drawing you from your thoughts and guiding your head back to look at Daddy as he asks; “What are you think about baby?”

“You!” You smile at the sight of his handsome mask.

Cold glass brushes against your lips and you open up, tilting your head back to allow him to pour the sweet liquid in. It burns as it passes through your throat and makes your eyes water. You think you didn’t like cocktails like this before, but Daddy says you love them, and Daddy is always right.

“Good girl.” He coos, making you feel all warm and fuzzy with pride. “You’ve been so well-behaved today, why don’t you come sit on my lap and meet my new friend.”

“Thank you, Daddy!” You clamber to get closer to him, sitting across his lap and leaning the side of your head against his chest. You’re enjoying his warmth and the feel of his hands on your body when you hear something odd. A deep voice shouts a word you recognise but can’t define and it pings around the empty walls of your tiny brain.

“This is Jason Todd.” Daddy’s still talking, big words you don’t care about like ‘shareholder’ and ‘investing’ as he finds a place to settle his wandering hands. One supports your weight, cupping your ass. The other shamelessly gropes your breast, twisting and pinching your pert nipple through the sheer fabric of your dress. A loud, pornographic moan escapes your glossy lips as you relish in Daddy's attention until you hear that word again.

“It’s me. It’s Jason.” It’s the same voice, chipping away in your unconscious. “It’s Jason Todd.”

Jason. Jason Todd. Another sound that you can’t quite put your finger on.

Jay-son Todd.

Jay-son.

Jay.

Finally, you look at the stranger, his mouth is moving. It’s his voice you’d heard before, he says the word again and you think you should know it, but you can’t quite grasp it.

“Have you met Jason before, baby?” Daddy's hold on you tightens, biting into half-healed wounds partially hidden by your clothes.

At the same time, the stranger barks, making you jump. “What the fuck?”

And then that word again and this time it clicks.

It’s your name.

You forgot your own name.

Shame hits you like a bucket of ice water. Trickling through your body in waves as it all comes back to you. And the man, that’s…

“Jason!” Your best friend Jason. “What are you doing here?”

God, what must he think of you; doing tricks like a damn dog for Daddy a man you swore you’d never let touch you.

“Looking for you.” He’s on his feet and towering over you in seconds. He has such a substantial frame. You always thought you’d recognise it anywhere. “I haven’t heard from you in months.”

Months? Had it really been months?

“Your phone line is dead. I went to your apartment and all your shit was on the curb. You’ve not been paying your bills or watering your plants. I thought you were dead.”

Concern is etched into his blue-green eyes and it’s too much. The indignity of your behaviour, the guilt at making him worry, making him come here looking for you, all those words. So many words. Roman says your brain isn’t meant for lots of words.

Jason grabs you, his meaty hand clutching onto your upper arm and attempting to pull you toward him. It does not have the desired effect, the rational part of your brain snaps under the stress of the overwhelming situation like he’s shining a spotlight on you in your most vulnerable moment, like he’s attacking you, and you can think of nothing in this world you want less than to go with him.

“Daddy!” While Jason’s tug is enough to send a jolt through your body, to your relief it isn’t enough to pull you from Daddy's arms. Instinctively, you pull his arm closer for comfort, unaware of how you’d been digging your nails into the sleeve of his suit jacket until you utilise it as a safety net. “Make him stop.”

The look on Jason’s the man’s face is that of pure horror. It hurts to look at, so you nestle deeper against Daddy's chest, soothed by the way it shakes as he chuckles, despite the evident venom lacing the sound. His neck is a deep shade of red. Angry veins bulge with each beat of his battery-powered heart. “You heard her, kid. Take a hike.”

“I’m not leaving without her you sick fuck.” And then the man puts his other hand on you, this one cupping your face, encouraging you to look at him. He’s trying to console you. Instead, he frightens you. “You don’t have to stay here. Whatever he’s got on you, we...”

You let the words pass in one ear and out the other, with no desire to retain any of it.

Daddy is not going to like this. Not only had the scary man tricked him, but now he’s touching you. Trying to take you away. Daddy is really not going to like this.

The man tries once more to snatch your body and this time he succeeds. You squeal as your body harshly lurches forward. Your fears are cut shut, however. Daddy protects you, grabbing you ruthlessly by the throat and kicking the back of your heel. You go limp, allowing his vice-like hold on your neck to lead you back to the floor.

"You Wayne's think you own every fucking thing." Daddy strikes the table with his fist, and something wet slashes into your face, followed by a loud shattering sound. You don't care.

"Don't compare me to him. He's got nothing to do with this."

"Like father like fucking son. You're under my roof boy, and you have the nerve to put your hands on my shit!"

It’s becoming a spectacle. People are watching. You don’t want to look, don't want to listen.

Closing your eyes, you kneel in front of the booth, settling your head onto the warm space where Daddy had been sitting.

They’re both shouting, it makes your head hurt. Something cool is seeping down your face. What sounds like a gun goes off. Once, twice, three times. You don’t care. You don’t want to care. You want to go back to ten minutes ago when your head was empty, and your Daddy was happy.

His lingering scent helps you find that headspace until he returns.

“Look at me.” Once again, he uses your hair to yank your head back, directing you to face him. Despite the way you wail in surprise, the sting is a welcomed reassurance that you’re where you belong. Dark red blood mars his white suit. You don’t look for a body or an injury. You just keep looking at Daddy. “Oh, my poor baby, you’re shaking. It’s okay, Daddies here.”

Daddy puts you at ease.

[fartjokeenjoyer]

FRANKIE IS HERE ! ! ! ! !

ohhhh my lord... creepro frankie is honestly a grail doll for me!! i was never super into monster high as a kid but i had a couple frankie dolls that i absolutely ADORED... she's easily the most nostalgic g1 ghoul for me and im so happy to have her back in my collection!!!!

pic with g3 frankie because i love them dearly as well.... they r both very gore-geous to me!!

[htchnr]

🎲 01 — Kick In The Head.

✮ꜜ 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. ✮ꜜ 𝐛𝐮𝐲 𝐦𝐞 𝐚 𝐤𝐨-𝐟𝐢! ✮ꜜ 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 r has thick curly hair ⋆ mention of a stitched up injury ⋆ being a little woozy from pain meds ⋆ Sam as a sexy Casino New Vegas boss needs it's own warning tbh ⋆ if i missed anything, lmk!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 FNV AU! Casino Owner!Sam Axe x Courier.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 betrayal, pain and confusion. or, Sam comes across a hastily dug grave and won't let you die. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 2,1k.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 seeing as very few people read my Bruce Campbell related things as of late, i figured i can start posting this series while i'm still working on it seeing as very few people will probably be interested :,)

(if you are thoughhhh, PLS LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINKKK!! these two characters are my babies and i love them DEARLY and could talk about them for HOURSS)

© 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 𝐇𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐍𝐑. 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲, 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫!

" Sir! there appears to be a survivor beneath here! "

" rather sloppy grave, ain't it, Mike? "

" whoever dug it and covered it must've been in a hurry. shall i dig it up, Mr. Axe? "

" don't keep 'em waiting, Mikey. "

" well, fuck me. either Benny's becoming a lousy shot, or this girl's got a dome of steel. "

" would you look at that head of hair, *whistles*. what a looker. "

" shall i take her to your doctor, Sir? "

" if you hurry it up you should make it before midnight. you jus' better hurry it up. "

an overwhelming wave of pain shoots through your head, causing you to shoot up and grasp at your head — your heart stops as your fingers are met with bandages covering your forehead and the majority of the back of your head. " what the hell? " you gasp, face scrunching up in agony.

you pry your eyes open, bright at first, but soon warm and dim lights light up the room around you. you blink quickly, willing your eyes to focus on your surroundings. your eyes are wide once they flit around the space, a large, very clean bedroom. stylishly furnished, plants and paintings decorating the room.

you look down at what you're sitting on; a king sized bed with thick posts at each foot, ridiculously soft bedding beneath your sweaty skin. your eyes widen more as they look at what you're wearing — a dark red, silk robe. what the fuck?

you move off the bed, taking deep breaths as your vision darkens a tad when you stand to your full height, your hands desperately holding onto one of the thick wooden posts. were you dead? was this the afterlife?

once you feel a little more confident in your ability to move you look around the room for your gear, finding them on a chair beside a vanity with a sheet covering the mirror. you'll kill two birds with one stone — you'll grab your things, as well as see how bad your injuries are.

the closer you get to your things, the closer you get to the mirror. you notice a note on it, written neatly;

'i'd wait with looking, doll. it ain't pretty.'

you frown, your heart pounding. how bad was it? your hand hovers over the sheet, debating it. if this was Hell, you'd rather not see what's beneath it in all honesty.

you move to your gear, yanking your pistol from your holster. you check it, fully loaded and all in one piece. you take a deep breath, looking up to the door leading out of the room. your hand shakes as you raise it to the handle. you take a deep breath, counting to three, before you throw the door open.

you step out of the room, gun raised as you scan the hall. the hall is equally nice looking, large and spacious, with disturbingly clean furniture and decor lining the walls.

you step down the hall, eyes on a big arch. the closer you get to the arch the more you can see through it — a lounge room with big, almost floor to ceiling windows. and in front of one, stands a man. he's impeccably dressed; clean, neat suit and a smoking cigar in hand as he stares out the window.

you cock your gun, aiming it at the man with a slight shake in your hand. " well, you've had quite the kick in the head, baby. " smoke bellows from between the man's lips. he turns, a smile finding it's way onto his face as he glances down at the gun you've got trained on him. " damn incredible, that you're stood up, let alone able to hold up that pistol you got aimed at me. " he let's out a low, appreciative whistle.

you adjust your grip on the gun, using your other hand to press against your temple at another wave of pain. you lean against the wall with your shoulder for stability. " who the fuck are you? "

you watch the man's rather charming face break out in a large, dark grin. " oh, i'm your guardian angel, sweetheart. "

the wave of pain intensifies, sending you dropping to your knees, clutching your head in agony. he slowly makes his way to you, his nearly pristine dress shoes coming into view. he kneels down just as your body gives up, fainting out of the intensity of the pain. he holds you off the floor, lifting your limp figure up and into his arms. " tsk tsk, can't have you further injuring yourself, now can we, doll? "

you groan as you wake up, your head feels heavy yet light at the same time. you crack your eyes open, finding yourself in the same neat, well furnished bedroom as before. your head hurt significantly less, only a dull ache remained. you assume that he had given you something against the pain.

you grunt, sitting up in the plush bed. your hand hesitantly raises, fingers now brushing over your bare forehead. the room was more dim than was before you passed out, only a faint light peaks from under the door. how long had you been out for?

you slide off the bed, your bare feet hitting the clean, carpeted floor. you glance at the vanity, the sheet that had covered the mirror had been pulled off, now it lay folded on the dresser beside the vanity. your gear remains on the chair, along with your gun.

you set slow steps forward, your actions still a little dopey from whatever he had given you for the pain. you move your gear aside, dropping it onto the bed as you're careful to avoid looking in the mirror. you close your eyes as you sit down on the chair, turning to face the mirror.

you take a deep breath, counting to three in under your breath before opening your eyes. oh, he wasn't kidding. your eyes are glued to the large wound on your forehead where you had been shot. fresh looking stitches line the wound. it looked to be more than a few days old. how long had you been here?

a faint sliding sound snaps your attention away from the injury, your eyes darting to the crack beneath the door where a note had been slid under. you stand up, hesitantly bending down for pick it up. you were greeted by the same neat handwriting,

'meet me in the armory. two doors down to the left. take all the time you need.' - Sam.

you blink at the note. you look around the room, eyes landing on the large dresser. would there be any clothes in it? you set the note on the vanity, getting up from the chair as you pull a drawer open. and to your surprise, the drawer is full of clothes. all neatly folded and impeccably clean. where the hell did you end up?

the armory wasn't hard to find with his instructions, you had turned down the hall to the left, walked past two large doors until you were met with a third set of doors that were left on a crack.

you push the door open, the heavy wooden door swinging open with a soft groan. your eyes widen as they're met with his armory — a spacious room with various guns lining the walls on gorgeous displays. a set of sturdy looking armor, combat if you had to guess, resting on a large workbench.

you didn't have the words to do this space justice.

" can i interest you in something to eat? " his voice sounds from down the room. you look up, finding him sat in a chair — legs spread as he cleans a long rifle. he's lost the suit jacket, his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows as he works on the rifle. now that you look at it, your rifle.

you watch him gesture to the small table a few feet away from him. " i had a bit of everything brought up. i figured you'd be famished after being out for so long. "

you look over at the table, plate after plate of various things covering the small table. before you can answer, your stomach answers for you, growling loudly at the sight. the sound makes him laugh, a sound that makes your heart nearly skip a beat.

you hesitantly take a seat at the table across from him, eyeing the food. he catches on, " doll, if i wanted to poison you, i wouldn't have made the effort to dig you up. " nothing but absolute gentle understanding in his voice.

you breathe in, moving to stab a fork into a dish. the moment the food nears your nose your mouth waters. oh wow.

he looks up, watching as you push a bite between your lips. he smiles as your face lights up, chewing and swallowing quickly.

he hums a quiet tune as he finishes putting your rifle back together, setting everything aside. he stands to his full height, watching you stuff down bite after bite while he moves his chair to sit at the table. " i bet you're wondering why you're still breathing, huh? " he observes how your chewing nearly stops, your eyes shooting up to catch his.

he takes your full attention as a sign to continue. " i could also bet that you and a loudly dressed man had a, nasty, altercation out there in the desert, hm? "

you scowl at his words, the memory of Benny unpleasant. " as nice as the food is, Sam, " you watch his brows twitch and the corners of his lips lift at the sound of his name coming from you. " what the hell do you want with me? "

Sam smiles, shaking his head lightly. " fantastic question, my dear. " he leans forward against his interlocked fingers. " though, a better question would be, what can i do for you? "

you swallow down the bite you had in your mouth, pushing the dish away. the thought of Benny made you lose your appetite quickly. " 'fuck do you mean? " your scowl intensifies. you're hesitant about where this conversation is going.

his face softens as he takes in your sudden and strong discomfort, a look of sympathy in his soft brown eyes. " what do you want most in this world, right now? " he offers, sitting back in his chair as a sign that he's giving you space. you think on his question, scowl lessening and your brows furrowing in thought.

" i can guess by the look on your face, you'd like to make Benny pay, huh? "

  your eyes widen at the name, " you know Benny? "

  Sam nods. " maybe not personally, but everyone ‘round here knows the poor excuse of a man. "

  he can tell your full attention is on him, interested in his next words. he shifts in his chair, crossing his legs. " that’s a nice rifle you’ve got, " he nods to the now clean rifle that lay beside him on a rack. " are you good with it? "

  you lean back, crossing your arms. " where’s this going? "

  he grins, " wanting to get right down to it, i respect that in a woman. " he nods, uncrossing his legs as he leans forward against his interlocked fingers once more. " i can offer you a place to stay and well-paying work, " he pauses, carefully observing your face. " if you prove yourself on a few jobs, i’ll tell you everything you’ll need to know to go after Benny. "

  " deal. "

  his grins widens, " the job’s not for the faint of heart, you know, "

  you lean forward, scoffing. " i can get it done. "

he leans in more, " yeah? "

your brows twitch, " yeah. "

  you watch him for a second as he thinks, then nods. " finish up whatever you still want to eat, i’ll give you the details in the morning. "

  he stands up from the chair, brushing two fingers over the rifle before he strides to the door. " by the way, sweetheart, " he calls, looking back at you. 

  you turn in your seat, meeting his eyes. "hm? "

  he tilts his head with a teasing grin, " excellent choice in a rifle. "

  and with that, he leaves you to yourself. you turn back to the food, blinking at the interaction. you didn't know what to make of that man. besides that he’s annoyingly charming.

to say you aren't tired is an understatement. you're wide awake. your head feels better, and after who knows how many days of sleep, you don't think you could even fall asleep if you wanted to.

and with the information that Sam highly likely knows where Benny is, you definitely can't sleep.

so you find yourself wandering the well-decorated halls of his place, exploring each room you come across. each room equally as nice as the last, nearly pristine furniture filling each. the one question you're burning to ask, is how on earth did he get everything this clean and good looking? you'd been to some nice places before, definitely aimed towards the more wealthy folks — but nothing could ever compare to this place.

you pass a room with a door on a crack, steam or smoke slowly slipping between the crack. you let curiosity get the better of you, slightly nudging the door open. your cheeks flush as you're met with the sight of Sam's bare back and broad shoulders, his lower half hidden in the tub of steaming water he's resting in.

you can't tear your eyes off his dewy skin, his thick, strong arms resting on each side of the tub and a cigar in his left hand. his salt and pepper hair is wet, pushed back out of his face. a few strands stray from the rest.

you suck in a breath, quickly moving away from the door as you quickly make your way to the room you had been staying in. you close the door, pressing your back against it with a shaky sigh. damn him.

little do you know, Sam chuckles to himself, letting the smoke from his cigar bellow from his lips. he knows you were there.

[the-kr8tor]

Me twirling my hair and remembering the Mrs. And Mr. Smith drabble where they cuddle in a helicopter.

I love them Katy, I love them dearly, I must hold this man if it's the last thing I do???

😩 Hobie caring for you and always checking up on you not because you can't handle yourself but he's slowly growing fond of you to such an extent.

I want them to KISSSSSS, slamming their faces in together like dolls

-🪦

Mr and mrs smith au my beloved 😍

Same pookie I cannot leave this earth without cuddling him

YEEESSS EXACTLY!! And R is like: is that affection?

Hobie: ...yes?

R: 😠 😒...do it again

They need to smooch real bad

[loveephia]

📍日本

OK,, SO STORYTIME (aka,, 2nd hand anime goods i found today ^^).

i was going to nipponbashi to find the snow miku nendoroid (now knowing the cost is DEADLY), but i looked inside almost eVERY SINGLE SHOP THERE, AND NONE OF THEM HAD HER. EVEN ANIMATE, THE BIGGEST ANIME BRANCH IN JAPAN (which was what my friend told me :p).

but i looked around surugaya shop on ota road, and found HER:

AN ICHIKA NAKANO FIGURE SOLD AT 2.4K YEN WEARING THE PRETTIEST, PASTEL-EST KIMONO E V E R. i literally couldn't believe that she was being sold for THAT price. i saw an itsuki nakano figure wearing the same themed outfit, but ichika just looked cuter in my opinion (plus, itsuki was being sold for 3.1k yen, so no thank you :p).

i don't plan on displaying ichika because one, i don't have anywhere to put her (like a glass case or shelf). and two, i prefer playing with her like little girls do with their barbie dolls. i'm going to make her cups of fake tea, set up a doll house, and buy a pink lambo. HAH !!! i will definitely be careful doing so, though.

next up, i bought:

A YOTSUBA NAKANO PLUSH. (*^▽^)/★*☆♪

there was actually a miku nakano one too right next to her, but yotsuba's cheerful expression won me over (and the fact that i generally just like her hair color more LOL).

m'gonna bring her around the airport and give her some airplane food so that she's well fed. :3

can't forget the smallest plush sold at a severely uNREASONABLE price:

A BABY KITASHIN KEYCHAIN !!!!

i already dangled him onto my bag, and he's going to smile at everyone in japan all the way back to my home country.

extra stuff that i wanna mention:

- the surugaya shop also sold some adorable toge inumaki stuff that i wanted to take home, but i think the three things above are more than enough. ^^

- i was going to get my brother a zoro plush since zoro is one of his favorite all-time characters, but it cost 2K YEN. brother, i love you, i just don't have enough for you. 😞

- like zoro, his other favorite characters are quite popular (ex. sasuke, vegeta, unohana), so their merchandise were pricey too. i asked our father if any character from "demon slayer" (his favorite anime) reminded him of my brother, and he said "the boar" (translation: inosuke). so i laughed while trying to find some inosuke merch. eventually, i found a little plush of him in makeup, and i was so ready to buy it because i had a feeling my brother would've laughed at seeing the thing, but the price was at a wHOPPING 1.5K YEN.

- i got a few gacha capsules for myself since my family and i spotted this little gacha machine pop-up in our train station, and i spent 800 yen on this beauty:

a plastic wedding nino nakano figure !!!! y'know, at first i was a bit irritated with the fact that when i opened the capsule, only the upper half of her torso was there, so i thought that i had to spend another 800 yen for her dress. then i realized her dress was actually the gacha capsule itself, which was really cool and convenient :D!!

bro, i had a BALL going around to shop (thank you dearly, oh mother and father, for the allowance which i wisely spent /hj) because the last time i went to japan, i only got sanrio plushies and not actual anime stuff. fueee. ( ´△｀) . . .

[callipygouscoulrophiliac]

clown dolls????? :DD

I AM SO GLAD U ASKED‼️

god sorry that this took so fucking long this post is literally cursed like. every time i tried to make it the images would glitch or my phone/laptop would fucking crash. its been fun

these r my fucking babies (open read more for clowns)

they don’t really have names (EXCEPT FOR THE FIRST ONE he already had a name his name is Jack Black) cause i have too bad of a memory to keep up w that but i love them all dearly i give them kisses before bed they are my silly little guys <3

middle in the second pic is a piggy bank, and the bottom 2 have music boxes inside! plushy one plays You Are My Sunshine, but i don’t recognize the song that the blue one plays :o(

my collection is always growing so maybe i’ll update this post when i get new ones lol

[mint-moon25]

SEOL IN-A - BY - MEMORY -

'A BUSINESS - PROPOSAL' -

RENJUN - NCT DREAM KR -

OUR - COUPLE - 80% - YES -

CHEMISTRY CHINESE TEST -

GBC - COUPLES - BASED ON -

NOT - NECESSARILY - THAT -

THEY - R - COMPATIBLE -

GBC FILMS - PRESENTS -

'JULIET's - SECRETARIES'

SEOUL - KOREA

ONE - EVENING - SEOL WAS

JUST FINISHED - BUYING FR

LOUIS VUITTON - WALKET 2

FIREPROOF - WATERPROOF

WALKING - 2 - GET - SOME -

FOOD - B 4 - DRIVING BACK -

SPEEDING - CAR - ALMOST -

HIT - HER - RENJUN - WAS -

FAST - ENOUGH - 2 - GET -

BOTH OUT - OF THE WAY -

THIS TIME - WONDERFUL -

FATHER - INVITED RENJUN -

EAT - WITH - HER - CALLED -

HER - DAD - HE - CAME AND -

HUGGED - REN - VERY RICH -

A - NICE - LARGE - SHOPP'G -

MALL - BUT - 3 STALLS ONE -

ALWAYS - VACATED - GAVE 1 -

2 - REN - WILL HELP - WORK -

IT - COME - UP - WITH WHAT -

MIGHT WORK - XIAOJUN -

HIS - ROOMMATE - BOTH -

ARE - WAITERS - NICE SM -

FOOD - PLACE - BUT BOTH -

SING - DANCE - ACTORS - 2 -

REN - WHILE - TAKING - YES -

BALLET - CLASSES - ROME -

SUMMERS - MET - GIRLS -

SECRETARIES - VERONA -

OF - JULIET - IF - HE WAS -

EVER - INTERESTED IN A -

KOREAN - BRANCH - LET -

THEM - KNOW - RENJUN -

SAID - HIS DRAWINGS -

NOT - GREAT - WE'LL -

IMPROVE - THEM SO -

THEY - LIKE - ROMANTIC -

GIRLS - SO - SHOP FRONT -

PINK MAILBOX - 4 JULIET -

STORE - 'JULIET' - PRETTY -

DRESSES - FOOT APPAREL -

BAGS JEWELRY - STATIONERY

PENS - EASY 2 REMOVE NOTE

NOTES - ENVELOPES - PLUSH

2 - SLEEP - WITH - SML DOLLS

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TERIYAKI - MUSHROOM -

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EVERY - TABLE - YES

SMOKELESS - GRILL

XIAO - PREPARES - 4 THEM

LOW - PRICE - SMALL TIPS

INTRODUCING - ROMANTIC

STORE - THEIR - BEDROOM

AND - KITCHEN - AS GIRLS

WRITE - 2 - JULIET

IN - KOREAN - GET

PINK - ENVELOPE

PINK - STATIONERY

REN - ONLY - SECRETARY

ASTRO - WOO CHAN YES

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MOVED - IN - SO - WAS -

NOT HAPPY - HE SAVED -

HER - LIFE - IMPORTANT -

XIAOJUN - TOOK TANGO -

CLASS - MET - ME -

CAILEY BAILEY

BECAME DANCE PARTNER

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AUDITIONED - SO DID THE

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NEAR - 'JULIET' - HE SAID -

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OF - 'JULIET' - AS - WE ADD -

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IU - MARK - SO - FAR - THE -

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HAPPY - MOTHER's - DAY

SUNDAY - 14 MAY 2023

MY - ROLE - HERE -

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DECEASED AS -

I - SHOW HOW - WE MOURN

DEARLY - DEPARTED - NEW

WAYS - OLD WAYS CUSTOM

TRADITIONS - MODERNIZED

CUSTOMIZED -

MOMMY - 'I LOVE YOU' - MY

ONLY - MOM - NOT - MANY

GRANDPARENTS - ALIVE IN

USA - FAMILY - INSURANCE

SELECTING - MY - FATHER

ALSO - STARRING -

HEART EVANGELISTA - AS

SHE - FOUND - STORE - IN

SEOUL - SOUTH KOREA KR

CAN'T - WAIT - 4 THIS FILM

[dyketricky]

ummm *taps mic* is this thing on? o.O

HELLO!!!! my name is tricky and this is my sideblog where i will post things that are considered more cringe for the whole internet to see :o) i like from @marsh-mellow-madness​ !

things i will probably talk about on here is my partners from past lives, past lives in general, fictional others and selfshipping, kinning, and whatever else my little heart desires.

all my lists of stuff are under the cut!!!!!

PAST LIVES / ME IRL (please dni if you share any of these ouhg)

tricky hofnarr - madness combat

dave strider - homestuck

haley dahl / sloppy jane

PAST LIFE S/OS (i know these people better than you!! i miss them dearly and will probably get protective over them sorry :o(

jebediah christoff <3

crackpot <3

sheriff <3

auditor <3

hank wimbleton <3 / <3<

happyhank <>

terezi pyrope <>

KINS I TAKE REALLY SERIOUSLY (sharing makes me uncomfy but if its not your whole acct youre fine <3)

mystery + pastery burns - doll eye

dj ex it - minus8

the jokermort - my little dashie

F/OS (sharing is okay, i like to see them well loved!!)

icp (the music NOT shaggy and j) /r

obsidian “minkie” pie - muffins /r

frye - splatoon 3 /r

kao ushi - doll eye /qp

i will add to this if anything new comes up?? please be my friend i looooove being social honk honk honk :o)

[off-the-heezys]

Got any favorite Camp Camp Ships?? :O How about a list of them?? What would be your favorite to least favorite? Any reasons why??

I’ll give you my top 4 and then we can talk about others

Jaspvid (Jasper x David) - MY NUMBER ONE. when i tell you this is my comfort ship, i mean i would literally die for these two. I LOVE THESE DORKS. ive cried over them an embarrassing amount of times and they are so. so. so perfect. the way i view them in my head. they are everything i want. it’s the slow, long pining. it’s the longing. the YEARNING. GOD. of course, it would never happen in canon, for obvious reasons, but they live rent free in my head with my 100000 of AUs where Jasper is alive and well

Kevdan (Dirty Kevin x Daniel) - they’re so awful and perfect together. random crackship that i care way too much about and will explain how their dynamic is epic to the depths of space i have a spotify playlist for these bitches Pikemax (Pikeman x Max) - I blame @gh0stbunnie for this one. would never work out in canon. i can’t see this in canon. but fanon/au? thats where its at babey. also just a way for me to project stuff thats happened to me in the past but pshhhhhhhhh also, this is something that is brought up a lot, but Pikeman is canonically like, 12. miles and jordan brought it on during some commentary on the blu ray. i bring it up because people tend to think pikeman is like, 15

David x Cute Waitress - idk if these two have a ship name but ill think of something later. but omg. these two r so cute in my head. a little sweet southern doll with a silly, awkward camp loving man. i know they make each other giggle all of the time i just. this one hits different.

now lets move on to other ships lol

im pretty open minded when it comes to ships (except for a few) so like, i’ll just give my opinion of ships

let’s get this out of the way, if you ship maxvid, camvid, or anything of that nature, uh, get the fuck off my page. block me, i don’t care. i hope you have a fucking terrible rest of your life

Gwenvid (Gwen x David) - to be perfectly honest? i can’t see this happening in canon. it’s cute though! I have a handful of gwenvid AUs that i love dearly. Gwen is just. so physically and verbally abusive to David canonically. im fine w it, it just urks me when people go around saying its canon, y’know? cute tho in fanon/aus!

Danvid (Daniel x David) - hot take this ship is awful. I barely see anyone portray it in a not sexual light. There’s a handful of people (my friends) who do this ship justice, but other than that, this just isn’t my cup of tea. i love me a good onesided danvid tho

Gwenjaspvid (Gwen x Jasper x David) - I have yet to see a way people have done this in a way I like. so for now I’m rather neutral about it

Sneil (Snake x Neil) - this ones real, you cant tell me they weren’t each others bi awakenings this ones SO REAL TO ME Maxneil (Max x Neil) - tbh? eh. I like to think Neil had like, a little puppy crush on Max, but it never became more than that. it’s a real popular one tho and i can see why

Makki (Max x Nikki) - they r like siblings to me so :( thats gunna be a no for me. if you like it tho, totally cool- i know Yssa likes it

Harrison x Nerris - again, these r like siblings to me so nah, but i get how some people might be into the enemy to lovers they might see in them. personally just no for me Masha (Max x Sasha) - yes. i can so see this. i love how @queeniecamps portrays these two, sasha and her little purse bf, so slay

Sasha x Pikeman - LOOKS AROUND. MOTIONS YOU CLOSER. WHISPERS IN UR EAR. i think about them sometimes. theres untapped potential here and no one talks about it

Presmax (Preston x Max) - I think about these two to “Popular” from Wicked, and it’s epic. and that is it. how did this ship get so popular back in like 2017. where did the spark come from

Tabrin (Tabii x Erin) - yes i participated in the ship week. yes I will again this year. yes, this is a very, very casual ship in my brain. i’ve got like zero aus for it. very very cute tho

Tabii x Neil - no. next one

Neil x Erin - in @dingdongsditch DJ AU, 100%. but also in canon they’d be. kinda cute. wahh.

SpaceMax (Space Kid x Max) - listen. not in canon. but. BUT.

Me x David x Cute Waitress - this ones canon guys idk what to tell you we’re all happily married

and that’s about like, all i can think of right now without getting into like rlly obscure ones if you think of any I didn’t put on this list, feel free to ask me about it

[shelby-love]

SIRIUS BLACK

A little Bit of Amortentia

Requested: yes

Prompts: none

Warning(s): none this is a certified fluff piece (2.3K words)

Author’s note: I had so much fun writing this! Harry Potter is such a great world, and I’d love to explore more of it. Requests for HP are OPEN!!

P.S for everyone wondering Remus is actually my favorite out of the Marauders

~

"Well I still think you're missing out," Lilly stated after a long rant and because of how sweet she was, she had decided to stop her mouth right at that sentence.

You only laughed lightly, pushing through the student body with Lily Evans hot on your robe. "Sneaking out to Hogsmeade is something I'm fine with missing out on."

She shook her head, determination settling hard in her brow. "That's beside the point."

"Then what is the point?" You asked, hugging your textbook closer to your chest. When you noticed that the auburn-haired girl was no longer by your side you bunched your brows together and turned around. "Lily? Lily, what are you doing?"

Her eyes were wide, bright green eyes blazing at you. "You seriously have no idea?"

You had idea of course. So much so that you felt embarrassed by the mere thought of it…

Him.

"Come Lily. We're late for Potions."

She shook her head and followed you reluctantly, only because she knew that your professor would surely be disappointed if you two showed up late. Lily and you were after all, Horace Slughorn's favorite students.

"This isn't over," She mumbled.

Perhaps for her it wasn't. Lily Evans tended to see the best in all people. It was the good in her that made her give in to James Potter little after Christmas this year after hating him her entire schooling at Hogwarts.

"He matured a lot," she would tell you, and while that might have been true for James it surely wasn't true for the boy you laid your desires upon.

Sirius Black.

Either he was purposely ignoring you, or he really was a dimwit.

***

"Amortentia is the most powerful love potion in the world. It is distinctive for its mother-of-pearl sheen, and steam rises from the potion in spirals." Horace Slughorn informed, keeping a safe distance from the steaming love potion. The rest of the girls in the class not so much. Each of them neared the potion little by little with a boy in mind. Lily and you both shared the same thoughts as those love-obsessed girls – only you didn't show it. Despite having boys in mind, Lily and you stood put.

"Lily, dear, how about you come here and tell us what you smell?"

You hard-pressed your shoulder against hers as she smiled shyly, obvious to what she was going to smell. James Potter stood at the other end of the assembly of students, looking at his lovely girlfriend with pure adornment.

For a second, they had you wondering if you could ever find love like that.

"Do you know why I asked Lily to tell us what she smells?" Horace asked, sending you a look that had a simple meaning.

"Because the potion is supposed to smell differently to each of us, according to what attracts us…" You answered quickly, just like he wanted you to.

"Marvelous Y/N. Good job," Slughorn praised you whilst ushering Lily to tell you all what she smelt. From the corner of your eye you managed to catch James' sly smirk as his eyes darted from you, to his very uninterested friend.

Sirius Black.

You swallowed, focusing your eyes on your best friend that stood in front of the potion, holding her hair so it doesn’t fall into the potion with a face as red as a tomato. "Vanilla, freshly cut oranges and –"

He cheeks flamed even more if that was even possible. She dashed away from the love potion and stood back next to you without revealing the third thing, although everyone knew already. James was grinning like an idiot. "What was the third smell?"

She shyly turned her mouth to your ear, "James' quidditch uniform."

You laughed out loud before Lily shushed you down frantically.

It was all fun and games until Horace called out for you, "Y/N would you mind telling us what you smell? Don't be shy now, come."  

A part of you wanted to say "Yes, professor I would mind." but the other more rational, and smarter part of you had tied your hands behind your back in defeat. Lily gave you a push and sooner than later you found yourself standing over the love potion.

"I-I smell…" You inhaled slowly, the potion's fumes filling you up. Several different scents found their way into your nostrils, making you have a hard time deciphering them because of the sensual overdrive they gave you. "Roses…the smell of sea and-"

"Oh no," you mumbled, barely audible for everyone but yourself.

"Was there something you wanted to say dear?" Horace asked, having heard your mumbling barely.

"No…I um, smell petrichor," You stated somewhat awkwardly but very, very quickly. "You know, um, when the r-rain hits the ground…"

"Ah, yes," realization dawned upon your professor. "A lovely smell. A lovely smell indeed. Very well, miss Y/LN thank you. You may go back to your place."

Lily Evans waited for you, beaming, "Mind telling me what the third smell was?"

"Shut it Lily."

"But I told you mine!"

***

You glanced at the sign above the pink looking door and sighed. Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, it said. You had known about this small tea shop that was located on a side road off the High Street in Hogsmeade Village even before you had arrived at Hogwarts. A boy from Hufflepuff had taken you there on a date once, sometime during your fifth year. It wasn't an especially pleasant memory, being cramped and surrounded by snogging couples at only 15 with a boy you didn't particularly like that way. Nevertheless, it had happened, and there was nothing you could do about the lingering memory.

The overall cute place was owned by Madam Puddifoot; the same woman who dearly welcomed you in the moment you stepped through the door.

You hoped to spot Lily there, after all that's why you were there. When the front of your little notebook changed under the influence of the Protean charm, you knew it was Lily instantly. While the Marauders had their own tricks, maps and such, Lily and you had thought of something far more practical. It would do you good, the charm, as it was expected to be known by every student that wants to take the N.E.W.T.

A win-win situation that was.

But although Lily Evans was nowhere to be seen, you still decided to sit down, trusting her not to pull any tricks on you. Save for the snowy weather, your day has been good so far and you didn’t want anyone to disrupt it.

Cautiously, you sat down and leaned against the plush sofa, discarding your scarf and coat along the way.

"What can I get ya lovely?" A sweet woman asked, hearts practically swimming within her irises. A pale pink apron with daisies was secured tightly around her waist, dolling her up prettily.

"I actually won't be staying, I'm waiting for-" You started, although you were sure in the fact you were going to have to buy gilly water at the very least. Even waiting comes at a price here.

But that didn't seem to be the case as the bells jingle and a dark figure waltzes through. The ladies' man, a member of the Marauders that had the most beautiful features pursued by impeccable dark hair and grey eyes walked in without a care in the world. Sirius didn't know it, but he had your toes curling every time.

You immidiately glanced around the cute shop, seeing nothing but loving couples.

No lone girl in the shop save for you.

Realization struck you in the gut and you swallowed, wanting now more than ever to disappear into a hole…or turn into a little bird and fly away.

His eyes swept across the stuffed shop, getting attention of several girls who were obviously there on a date. Boys exchanged distasteful glances between themselves, sensing Sirius to be an equal competitor that could easily give them a run for their money. "Y/N?"

You dared to say his voice softened upon seeing you. "Sirius."

Sirius' smile widened teasingly. It looked like the smile he would give his best of friends.

But you didn't want that. Not that you would tell him that.

He glanced around the shop once again before slipping into the free chair opposite of you. Without a care in the world, he stripped his snowy coat off his shoulders, his muscles tensing under the movements.

You swallowed.

"I'll have some butterbeer thank you," Sirius said, pulling out a generous amount of sickles for the waiting waitress you forgot was even standing there.

"And the lovely lady?" She mused, giving you a wink.

"Pumkin juice." You choke out.

Like a real gentleman, Sirius halted your attempt to pay for your drink with a raised hand and a wink.

Why does everyone keep winking?

You shook your head at the rogue thought.

"4 sickles young lad."

Sirius handed her the coins and she disappeared, leaving a trail of literal hearts whisking underneath her steps. "Talk about exaggeration."

Sirius' low chuckle at your random comment had you flustered immediately.

"So –" You both voiced at the same time.

"No, you first." You said quickly, brushing some misplaced strands of hair out of the way.

"You can go fi-"

You gave Serius the look you would usually give Remus and James many times on many different occasions; the one that said not to argue with you. Only this time it felt like a completely different look. It intrigued the stubborn boy even more; dragging him deeper into the pit of feelings he had for you.

"Fine," he said, casually twining his fingers atop the table. "I have a question."

"Um…o-kay."

He smiled at your nervousness and decided at that moment to just blurt out the question that's been nagging him since it happened. "What did you smell during potions yesterday?"

"Y-you mean when I smelled the Amortentia?" The strongest love potion ever created that had the ability to reveal ones biggest attractions with a simple sniff. “That potion?”

"Mhmm," he said. "If you tell me what you smelled, I'll tell you what I smelled."

"You must be bloody joking," You exclaimed. Almost everyone knew that you smelled someone. Not just the rain and roses. Someone.

Unlike with Lily, they had no idea who it was.

No one knew save for Lily who probably told James.

Who probably told Remus?

Remus, Peter…

Sirius.

A million thoughts raced through your head. What at first was a blind date will turn out to be the biggest prank the Marauders ever pulled on someone. The biggest prank in Marauders history. You were sure of it.

"I-I should go," you muttered, grabbing your bag and coat in a haste to get out.

Sirius' eyes went wide in alarm, "What are you doing, Y/N? Where are you going?"

"Away from you," You said sternly. "I don't plan on being your new plaything so just leave me alone."

"Woah, woah, woah. Why would you think that?" He asked with what looked like genuine confusion as he held your hands in a vise grip to stop you from leaving.

"B-because…" Words stopped coming once you realized.

Telling him the reason behind it would ruin everything.

"Because you like me?"

You stared at him in shock, eyes widened to the size of a quidditch snitch. No, a bludger. "I don't know what to say to that."

Sirius outright laughed at you and your attempt to conceal what you both already knew, "Look…"

You swallowed.

"I like you too Y/N."

"I know, so let's just forget this ever happen- Wait what did you just say?"

The two of you were, unbeknownst to you in that moment, holding hands atop the cute table, looking like a real couple at that moment to anyone who walked into the shop.

"I like you," He repeated slowly, more audibly for you to comprehend this time. "I know I've been a…"

"Bully," You butted in quickly.

"No I wasn't!"

"Severus begs to differ," You reminded.

"Whatever," Sirius brushed you off, tightening his hold on your two hands. Warmth seemed to come off him in waves, making it all the more comfortable to be in his hold. No wonder girls fawned around him. "What I'm trying to say is – the four of us were idiots, and you were the girl I thought I didn't deserve."

You almost melted.

"So, when I saw what James has with Lily," He confessed. "I wanted that…but with you."

"So why didn't you come up to me?"

"Thought you'd reject me," He said quickly.

"True."

The way he looked at you had you tumbling down your brain for word, "B-but you've changed… And I like you too Sirius."

"I'd like to take you out somewhere else," Sirius proposed. "If you'd have me."

"Of course," You smiled, for the first time freely. "I'd like that very much."

Never in a million years would you have guessed this would be happening; Sirius standing behind you, helping you with your coat…

And holding your hand on the way out.

"You still didn't tell me."

“Tell you what?”

"What you smelled in the Amortentia."

The question didn't sound so attacking as it did 10 minutes ago, and you felt like you could answer it with more ease. "You really want to know?"

"Yes, I would like that very much."

"Fine," You stopped somewhere in the middle of the square, feeling quite brave and bold. "You."

He didn't look surprised, maybe relieved more than surprised. The relief shone in his grey eyes, you could see it. His long black hair blew against the wind that swept through Hogsmeade in a wildly matter. Sirius seemed closer now more than ever as he gazed into your eyes. Whilst you probably looked crazy in the cold wind, the weather only seemed to compliment the once a big troublemaker before you.

"Good."

You creased your brows, "You didn't tell me what you smelled."

Sirius chuckled, "You of course."

Pleased with his answer, you let him do something you've been dreaming about for quite some time.

He kissed you.

The kiss felt electrical, making your body go haywire. Sparks, as cliché as they sound, they were there, present from the moment the kiss started and until it ended. Sirius had his warm hand against your cold cheek, bringing you closer than ever before.

You hadn't shared this with any other boy save for the one you were with right now.

You didn't have what Lily and James did because their love was theirs and theirs only.

Sirius and you will build a love of your own. Something characteristic to you two only. Here in Hogsmeade, or wherever in the world. A long life was ahead of you and you, now more than ever, felt like you could do anything.

Even pass the N.E.W.T.

~

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[rivetwrites]

rantaro amami with fluff alphabet?

//you got it!! also for the other anon who asked as well!!

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Rantaro Amami Fluff Alphabet

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

Rantaro is a very laidback guy, so he’d prefer to spend quiet time with you in your bedroom or living room. He’d let you lay on his chest with an arm around your shoulder has he talks about the adventures. His voice is so soothing, and he doesn’t mind talking his head off with you.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He’s such a charmer. He’ll compliment you on every single little thing. Flaw and all. He admires how kind you are. A lot of people usually see him as a rich player, but you see him way more for that, which he appreciates dearly.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He’s an expert on comforting you. He had to comfort his sisters a lot with breakups, homework, and more, so he’s the best to go to. He’d scoop you into his arms, carrying you to you room and onto your bed. Wrapping you in a soft blanket, he’d cuddle next to you and let you vent to him. Rantaro is an amazing listener, and even better at giving advice.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures having a more modest life, rather than his rich, adventurous one he has now. He wants to start a family with you, have a few kids. He thrives to be a father and a husband, and you’re just perfect for him.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Rantaro is the dominant one. He loves taking care of you and leading the relationship. He wouldn’t complain if you wanted to take the reigns for awhile, but he wants you to be comfortable with him and take everything at an easy pace.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Fighting with Rantaro never lasts long. He’s very calm and collected to you, and never raises his voice. If he happens to upset you, he’ll apologize immediately, pulling you into a hug as he peppers your face in soft kisses. If you upset him, he would leave you alone for while, collecting his thoughts before going back to you to tell you how he felt. He’ll accept your apology immediately, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

Rantaro loves you to death, since you treat him like a person, rather than a rich, play boy like everyone else who meets him does. He wants to spoil you, but whenever you tell him that you love him for him and not for his money, he’s putty to you. He buys you a nice necklace anyways, showing his own gratitude to you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn’t have many secrets, but even if he does, he tells you them. He trusts you a bunch to keep them. He doesn’t have a desire to keep some cutthroat secret from you. He’ll be the same for you, so he would keep your secrets to the grave.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You taught him that you don’t have to use money to be happy. He grew up with wealth, so it’s all he’s known. But as soon as you came along, he’s happier than he’s has been. Rantaro never used his money as often as his family did, but you loved him for him. He got a confidence boost as soon as he started dating you. You probably got a confidence boost as well, he compliments you every chance he gets, does your makeup for you, picks out your clothes whenever you need help. He just wants you to know that you’re beautiful inside and out.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Rantaro is an easygoing guy and he trusts you, so he rarely ever gets jealous. He gets slightly possessive, however. If someone ever flirted with you in front of him, his arm will loop around your waist, pulling you a bit closer as he introduces himself as your boyfriend. If you call him out on it, he’ll act like it never happened and just he was letting everyone else know that you’re off the market.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

Kissing Rantaro is very laidback and the least anxiety inducing. Your first kiss with him would be after a small date, him leaning down to brush his lips against yours, a small blush on his cheeks. He gets unusually shy, complimenting the blush on your cheeks before pulling you in for another one.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

He would be the first to confess to you. Bringing you out on a small walk in the fall, a growing blush on his cheeks as he says his confession. He knew that people thought of him as a player, but he knew you were different. When you accept, he’d have a big smile on his face, pulling you into a warm hug.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Absolutely. Marriage is a must for him, as he wants to settle down with the person he loves. He would propose to you after a small, romantic date night, pulling out a beautiful, expensive ring. The wedding isn’t extravagant, with his large family and friends, and your family and friends, it got pretty full. But he wanted to show everyone how much he loves you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

“Doll,” “honey,” “babe/baby,” would be his usual. He rarely calls you by your actual name, but whenever he’s being serious with you, he would. He loves it when you return it as well. He gets a good chuckle from you calling him, “my pretty boy.”

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

Rantaro is always in love with you, showering you in physical and vocal affection. He’d pull you to the couch and into his arms, pressing small kisses to your neck and jaw as he whispers how much he loves you and how much you mean to him.

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

In public, he’s not afraid of affection. He always has an arm around your waist as he talks to his friends, pressing kisses to your temple. He doesn’t brag, though, he’s not much of a gloater about anything. He does talk about you a lot though, like a cute thing you did that day. You’re always on his mind.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

He’s amazing at listening to you. He’d pull you to his chest as you’d talk about your day, his chin resting on your shoulder. He gives the best advice as he gives you solutions to your problems, or maybe how to make a situation slightly better.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He’s very cliché and romantic. He’d take you out on romantic dates, or take you outside to walk around in the evening. He doesn’t like driving, so he’d prefer to walk to your dates. Rantaro likes to get creative sometimes though, maybe taking you on a plane to a vacation as well. When he wants to go all out, he goes all out.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

Your number one supporter!! He loves hearing about your goals in life, helping you reach them the best he can. Once you do, he lives for your smile on your face, which would be his own goal.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He’s not big on thrills, but he loves it when your relationship goes at its own pace. He rarely has a routine in his life, so he’d like for stuff to happen naturally. The biggest thrill would be him taking you to see the world.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

Rantaro is very empathetic and understanding. He knows when you’re not feeling your best and he’ll offer to help you. If you want to be left alone, he will respect you and your space, but if you need his help, he’ll do everything in his power to make you feel better.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

His family is always the most important thing in his life, which includes you. No amount of money could match up on how much you were worth to him.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Whenever you feel sick, he takes the entire day taking care of you. Making you soup, making sure you get enough sleep and fluids, snuggling you so you’re warm enough. In the end, he gets sick as well, so now it’ll be your turn to take care of him!

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

Rantaro is a very touchy person, so he loves cuddling and kissing you whenever he gets the chance to. He loves being the big spoon while you two sleep, it makes him feel like he’s your protector.

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

He gets bored, since he doesn’t want to do anything super exciting without you. He doesn’t want you to miss it!! So he spends most of his time at home, reading or doing a puzzle. Once you return home, you don’t even have enough time to take off your jacket before he’s carrying you back to your bedroom to snuggle.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He goes beyond in your relationship. He treats you like his lifeline, trying to spoil you, but you never let him. In the end, just having him in your life will be good enough for you.

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hi it’s me... clicks across the linoleum of the dash wearing high heels w a spray tan like i’m a member of jersey shore suddenly..... best summary of willa is that she got moira rose as her #1 chara on a What Character Are You Most Like personality test out of thousands of options.... says so much. u can find her pinterest here n her playlist here 😋 like this or hmu fr plots!!

* ashley moore, cis female + she/her  | you know willa deneurve, right? they’re twenty-four, and they’ve lived in irving for, like, most of her life, on and off? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to watch me by the pom poms like, a million times this year, which makes sense ‘cause they’ve got that whole sticking gold stars over old polaroids until you can barely see faces, dressing as marie antoinette at your high school prom & delivering fake laughter to a bratz doll you’re pretending is a talkshow host thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is august 1st, so they’re a leo, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt, she/her )

HISTORY:

willa ws born to honestly like….. the perfect family not to honk my own tit bt……………. they were jst rly quite wholesome. her mum celeste was this larger than life person who could never b contained by the four walls of any room she was in. she hd the presence of a gold glitter chess piece on an otherwise mundane wooden board. her dad marlon used to always joke that he had absolutely NO idea how he landed her bc he was just this like. rly average guy by all accounts n purposes….. blended into the sea in high skl……. had a few close friends but was never rly Notable or made a proper impression anywhere…… he always retold it as him coasting thru life until he met her in college. kind of like he’d been half awake before. they just Clicked n no-one cld believe she’d chosen him bt she was jst. completely head over heels n didn’t care what anyone had to say bc that was That

willa always very much took after celeste…… there’s this one quote i remember reading that goes vaguely like “my mom and i would sit and listen to leonard cohen and joni mitchell lyrics together. from a young age i remember her being like "i’m playing this song and when it’s done i want u to tell me what’s happening in it” n she would give me a fake glass of wine when i was 8 and i would listen and b like. i think there was an affair.” which so much summarises their dynamic…… she ws just so like. dramatic n fun n always encouraged that in willa too. her mum was like. everything she aspired to be…… got scouted by a modelling agency in college n shot one campaign before blowing it off simply bc she was bored. starred lead in a play. spent a few weeks travelling asia selling handmade candles shaped like koi fish or curled up foxes or elegantly stretched hands. dated a parisian movie star during a break she and her father took n was featured in tabloids on his arm at the premiere. sm fun n exotic stories willa literally cldn’t get enough. whenever she’d tell them to willa as a kid her dad wld roll his eyes like ohhhhh here she goes again but it’d all b playful n he’d smile bc he honestly cldn’t get enough either. the stuff dreams are made of luv (lizzie mcguire stans rise)

(car accident & death tw) so u know when ur walking down a flight of stairs n then out of nowhere u miss a step n u get that lurch in ur stomach like ur in free fall? yeah. i won’t go into it too much but one night they were driving back from getting frozen yogurt and then suddenly they weren’t. she doesn’t rly remember much about it except for completely ignoring the doctors trying to give her the news and just saying “dad chose pecan. who chooses pecan?” n repeating that over n over n over until it didn’t rly register in her ears as english any more.

willa was uprooted from irving at 11 to go n live w her aunt in NY. this was like. a huge adjustment honestly….. her aunt blanche hd always been a little unconventional bt extremely glamorous. she lived in an old defunct theatre she’d bought out n came from a lot of money. willa’s mum’s side of the family hd always been well off bt celeste opted to live a little more Ordinarily shall we say after settling whereas blanche ws jst balls to the walls dripping w eccentric excess…. wld say she was never naked bc she ws always wearing black opium by yves saint laurent…… probably the living embodiment of la vie boheme….. she’d been admitted a yr early to a rly prestigious parisian design school n is an AMAZING seamstress. a corset she stitched a broadway star into got commissioned fr an actress’ red carpet walk at an indie film festival. rly just lived such a life rich w lots of stories n lots of talent too…… had that star quality essence tht her mum had n that was smthn willa found quite comforting everything considered.

(grief tw) u would think maybe a situation like this (one involving so much sudden change) wld cause a kid of tht age to withdraw into her shell bt willa only came out of her shell MORE. she coped w her situation by spinning it into a celebrity origin story inside her head. the tear jerker tale someone tells during their x factor audition to get the judges rooting for them. mentally streamlining things. repackaging all that hurt as a surefire ticket to success bc it had to be useful for something right? there had to b a point to it right? willa decided the point was she’s a star. KFHSGKFHGFKHGKJSFHG. get it girl….. she ws literally just like ok well clearly i’m destined to be famous n i’m the main character of this story. this story called earth. it’s all about me.

rly heavily immersed herself in her high skl theatre scene……. loved experimenting w fashion n literally wore the most outlandish things like. she treated the hallways like her milan f/w debut every new school yr…… a lot of the things she wore were actual like. costumes frm her aunt’s collection…… she has a multi-story closet u have to climb ladders to reach things in like a very rustic library…. it rly wasn’t uncommon for willa to turn up one day corsetted like a pirate with billowing sleeves or sporting the baby blue gingham of a swedish milk maid. it’s like she literally jst…… became a role. always. every day. the world ws her stage. the cameras were always rolling. her aunt only encouraged this tbh n honestly? icon. we love to see it. willa partied a bunch n rly lived a lax lifestyle where responsibility was concerned…. her aunt ws her best friend…… made rly gd friends with performers in the drag club scene n loved the glitz of that….. lots of wild nights turned grossly bright mornings

snagged an agent fresh into her first yr of college (she gt accepted to a pretty competitive theatre program at [redacted] in NY bc i haven’t looked into what that wld be yet <3 i’m merely a helpless british lass <3) n booked a few commercials n things….. when i say willa wld enter audition rooms like she owned the place i’m rly not exaggerating…. once she turned up to a casting call for MEN n just walked right to the front of the line scraping a random chair along the way n then took a seat w her legs crossed popping a bubble in her gum as they all glared at her like wtf is literally going on who are u. she received several complaints n she was just like “ur all acting so jealous of me….”

i feel like she got a pretty big role in a theatre production in her last yr at school. haven’t decided what yet. maybe smthn rocky horror or even mimi in rent. this was meant to b some like huge moment for willa like yes girl finally making it ur on ur way this is what u wanted n she WAS happy abt it but once it was wrapped she jst had this strange like Huh feeling in her chest……. n a la celeste w all her exciting stories was just like well i’ve done that so what’s next? i think she’d graduate n then jst suddenly decide to move to irving in a fit of impulse. to all her college friends she’d be like “ugh a beach retreat is so necessary honestly the city is sooooooooo toxic this place cld literally enlarge my pores if i wasn’t so rigorous with my skincare routine” bt like 🤔 what u seeking girl? results pending.

SO basically i feel like she finally moved back to irving little over a yr ago. she hd a brief stint starring on a reality tv show tht filmed in one of the larger beach houses where her dog gained a handful of fan accounts dedicated to him……. u maybe will see why in the first bullet point of her personality section………… FKGHKSHFGGKFSHKHG. honestly she ws received pretty well too (mostly bc she’s so fking dramatic n like a caricature of a person) bt it wasn’t anything to warrant actual Fame (despite what willa herself might think). she’s mostly jst like. chilling honestly. accepting scripts n flying out fr auditions still. she’ll nab the occasional part bt she’s looking for that One Thing that rly feels like her big moment….. otherwise i cn just imagine her treating irving like a little dollhouse compared to the roaring mansion of NYC n having fun playing around in it. strikes a pose w a hand on my hip…. and now to personality.

PERSONALITY:

got a very large n lithe greyhound n named him marlene dietrich bc she was a black n white hollywood starlet famously known for her affairs n “bedroom eyes”. willa was like ugh. icon status instantly. didn’t rly foresee the responsibilities tht came w owning a dog tht loves exercise n complains abt him being like “ugh he wants to run soooooooooo much 🙄 like where are u literally going”. having said tht loves him dearly n he can often be seen wearing little clothes. a baby’s bonnet. a quilted leather waistcoat. a custom dog boa. he’s very glamorous. willa calls him a gay icon despite no evidence to support this theory. she also says he can sniff out evil in ppl so she brings him sometimes when she’s first introduced to a friend’s new bf n if his nose quivers a certain way she’s like “marlene has spoken. it’s done”. her friends r like omg? what’s done? willa gets up n walks away without elaborating. marlene’s little paws clicking along the floor w attitude.

literally dressed as marie antoinette for her high skl prom even tho there was no theme pertaining to this. jst loves the spotlight. can fake cry and WILL to get out of a parking ticket or teach someone to watch their tone or even simply for the theatrics of it all. the Most dramatic………….. rly fits being an actress like when people find out what she does it’s very like oh that makes sense.

says she doesn’t get hangovers. she’s just like “i revoked that it doesn’t happen to me”. alludes tht this is bc she’s an all powerful deity that was Chosen to be Blessed bt really she’s jst great at bouncing back n acting fine even w a blistering headache. it’s about believing the performance so much that u even convince urself.

has an extremely elevated sense of self importance bc this is kind of the equivalent of several layers of bubble wrap to cushion her frm the world. strives to b extraordinary bc ordinary honestly feels like a death sentence n there’s nothing she’d want to b seen as less. despite this weight she puts on that she rly doesn’t tend to let ppl’s opinions affect fr the most part like she’s quite firmly set in this I’m Literally The Most Gorgeous And Beautiful Angel Star Creature To Walk This Narsty Little Earth view

probably an incredibly big fan of dramatic short lived love affairs. she wants the glamour of it all. the scandal. the randomly breaking up w someone in a public place n sliding on sunglasses after delivering the words over a freshly ordered coffee (tht she’ll leave without drinking bc that’s star power babey she waits fr no man or no hot beverage)…….. has no preference gets w any n all regardless of gender……… romanticises things so they hv a better spin or story in her head n doesn’t rly take things seriously like jst has fun in her fantasy world…. she’s like ugh chuck i know u wanted to marry me but i’m a beautiful bird in a cage n u literally need to undo the latch n set me free……. the guy’s like……. my name’s chase n we’ve only been on two dates….. willa’s like…… please don’t take this so hard i can tell ur besides urself but people r starting to stare……. gets up n leaves. no-one was staring. chase is confused n honestly probably semi concerned fr her welfare.

always has to b the hottest n most glamorous person in a grocery store…. probably goes to them when she doesn’t even need anything jst holding a basket nonchalantly over her forearm glancing over at a cashier in her wizard of oz corset seamed interpretation on a dorothy dress thinking he wants me soooo bad it’s not even funny….. seduces him over the check out counter jst for him to ask her to come back to his so she can lean back scandalised n cry “IS THAT THE KIND OF WOMAN U THINK I AM, PAUL?! YOU’RE A GHASTLY LITTLE MAN, YOU ARE….” with all the gusto of a telenovela. attracts the shocked glances of all surrounding elderly.

speaks fluent french. probably on her brief stint on tht reality show i mentioned earlier was like “ugh can you believe Deneurve of this guy?” n in her head was like this catchphrase is sensational it’ll catch on fast the twittersphere is abt to implode but it didn’t become a thing except for in a small isolated community. despite this she’s like “yeah it went viral….. go figure. just another day in the life.”

honestly like a lot of fun bt also a huge handful at the same time. keeps her real Serious emotions in a locked box bt is always overflowing w melodramatics n rly giving her all at the drop of a hat where Performing is concerned. probably Loves parties n sees them as another form of production in which she wants to b the lead. rly just. loves herself. except does she? 🤔 lifts my hand up like rihanna n winks. find out next time. lucky by britney plays as i slowly disintegrate in spiderman rp…..

WANTED CONNECTIONS

unrequited flame: willa burns thru people like matches. bright n fast. honestly i feel like she struggles to take romance seriously so it cld be fun to play around with someone who’s been singed by that in the past…. mayb they hd actual feelings whereas willa was just messing around n having fun…. living la vida loca so to speak…….. we can discuss a time frame or specifics to expand upon this but. sexy angst perhaps.

those she knew from childhood: willa moved to NY at 11 n i feel like it was very sudden n soon after the accident. maybe she didn’t even say goodbye. maybe they were rly close n all of a sudden she didn’t show up to school the next day n when they rode past her house on their bike the sign said sold and that was that. honestly very dramatic of her even at a young age. we love a disappearing act. houdini who?

acting rival: honestly jst feel like this cld be funny. willa’s so dramatic she’d be like i literally want them dead they’re a despicable little gremlin fr trying to steal my spotlight. cld be as simple as having auditioned a few times fr the same parts or something.

childhood sweetheart: i think it cld be rly cute n sad if there was someone that kind of echoed the dynamic her mum n dad had except she was the celeste n they were the marlon…. (open to any gender)…….. so like. willa was always very larger than life commanding attention in a room n they were more to the sidelines but they just kind of got each other n brought out the best in one another. added angst to the fact tht willa wld maybe want to avoid them as much as possible now bc it dredges up feelings she doesn’t want to confront where her parents r concerned n also in a way any possibility of them winding up together feels like sellotaping an expiration date to both of their foreheads in willa’s brain

someone who was either a fan of or also on the reality show willa was: i imagine it like a reinvention of the hills honestly except based in these irving beach houses…. probably didn’t run that long bt there was a bunch of drama on it mostly staged…… maybe they were willa’s love interest bt it was all fake fr the cameras…… it wasn’t like. a huge deal n didn’t rly catch flight so much where popularity’s concerned bt. cld be fun to play with <3

patti frands: jogs in high knees to translate that into party friends as i adjust my spectacles. willa’s very sociable bt she’s also like kind of full of herself n obnoxious so do with that what u will. KFHGKSHGKGHFSKG. she knows hw to have a gd time tho like growing up she was rly into the gay club scene n the drag scene in NY so like. let’s hear it fr the gays who know how to do it right <3

someone equally over the top: i luv the idea of willa having someone who just like runs with made up scenarios n roles she makes up on the spot n them hanging out is like a 24/7 improv session tht they reel random surrounding strangers just fr the fun thrill

the other woman: willa is quite detached n selfish so she wld easily be the other woman in a relationship n not care about it n this cld make for good spice <3

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Sophideon (part 1)

A/N: I’m writing this because I feel like Sophideon is so underrated. These characters went through hell and back, even though they are the kindest and softest couple in all YA history. So yeah. This is all about Thomas being born. Hope you enjoy! 

Dust danced in the light as Sophie looked out towards the garden from where she was sitting on a blanket, in the grass. Her ankles ached from her pregnancy, and she found her options for spending the days limited. She decided to take up knitting, which she had been taught when she was younger by her mother. Sophie scarcely sat still, a result from always being told that anytime not spent working, was time badly spent, at a young age. And yet, Sophie couldn’t stand up. So, she’d put her arms to work. She’d done so much knitting, she found herself not having to even look down at her stitching to knit. She kept her mind occupied by watching her two daughters playing, who were unpredictable enough that they had to be supervised.

Sophie put a hand to her belly. “I hope you don’t give me as much trouble as these two, little one.”

Barbara and Eugenia were playing about in the garden, no doubt imagining they were in a fairytale as Barbara sat on a tree and Eugenia called out to her. Barbara produced a piece of string (which she must have stolen from her mother) and let it fall to the ground, where Eugenia held it, and began trying to climb. Sophie lurched.

“Eugenia,” she called. “Don’t even think about using that string to climb up that tree.”

Both girls looked at her with their large eyes and blinked. Sophie deepened her gaze.

“All right, Mama.” said Eugenia before turning to face her sister. “Can I be the princess now?”

“No.”

“Why?”

“Because I am older and I make the rules.”

“Your rules are horrible.” Eugenia said, and stomped away.

“Where are you going?” called Barbara.

“With Mama and the baby.”

Eugenia sat down on the floor in front of Sophie, twisting pieces of yarn around her finger.

“When will the baby be born?”

“In a couple of months, Genie.” Sophie reminded her.

“I want it to be born now.”

Sophie shook her head, smiling, and went back to knitting. Barbara was still in the tree, making a bracelet out of yarn.

“When I am an older sister, I’m going to be the princess in the tower.”

“Then who will be the prince?”

“My new sister.”

“Or brother.” Sophie said.

Eugenia scowled.

“I thought you did not enjoy being the prince.”

“I do not, mama. That is why the baby is going to be the prince.”

Sophie set down her knitting needles. “Have you ever heard of the saying ‘treat others the way you would like to be treated’?”

Eugenia pressed her lips together. “Yes.”

“Well then, if you do not like being the prince, why would you make the baby be the prince?”

“Because it is unfair!”

Sophie’s lip twitched, which caused Eugenia to look at her scar.

“Sometimes,” Sophie said, “life is unfair and we must make do with what we have.”

Eugenia nodded, looking down.

Sophie softened her gaze.

“Do you want me to teach you how to sew?”

Eugenia looked up, eyes wide.

Sophie beckoned her over, and Eugenia got up and stood beside her. Birds chirped as Sophie taught her how to cast on.

“How about we make a scarf?”

“I want to make a blanket.” Eugenia said. “For the baby.”

Sophie smiled and handed over her knitting needles.

“How do you feel about finishing this one for me?”

Eugenia smiled and nodded, knitting slowly as Sophie occasionally offered guidance.

“Is it ready yet?” Eugenia asked, an hour later.

Sophie laughed. “It’s a bit too small for the baby.”

Eugenia sighed.

“If you want, you could use it for one of your dolls instead.”

Eugenia nodded and watched Sophie cast off the small blanket.  

Having gotten bored of sitting in the tree and talking to herself, Barbara came over to them.

“I am going to Cousin Anna’s house.” she announced. “She does not mind being the prince.”

Sophie sighed. “You have to wait for your father to get here, darling. I cannot take you.”

“But they live only a block away.”

Sophie handed the finished blanket to Eugenia.

“Honey—”

“I am five years old, Mama.”

“Oh, all r—”

Sophie gasped and held a hand to her stomach.

Both of her daughters looked at her with wide eyes. Sophie bit her lip.

No, she thought. It’s far too early

“Mama?”

Sophie groaned.

“Mama!” There were tears in Eugenia’s eyes

“Get your Aunt Cecily.” She managed to gasp.

Barbara stood there in shock. It was Eugenia who got to her feet and ran to where Sophie could only hope, was the Lightwood-Herondale’s home.

Sophie’s contractions deepened. She shut her eyes against the pain.

“Sophie!”

Cecily came rushing over and kneeled down beside her.

“I think I am in labour.”

Cecily’s eyes widened.

Before they entered the house, Sophie’s water broke and that was all the confirmation they needed.

 ...

Cecily got her to bed and called the Silent Brothers, who came immediately. Sophie finally allowed tears to flow down her eyes after Barbara and Eugenia were taken to their aunt and uncle’s house.

“I’m going to get him, Sophie.” Cecily said.

“He’s in a clave meeting.” Sophie felt tears rushing down her face.

“A clave meeting does not matter more than thing. Gideon will want to be here.”

Sophie held her gaze.

“Hurry,” she said.

And Cecily was gone.

 ...

The inquisitor was droning off when Cecily walked into the council room with the air of defiance she always had surrounding her. All of the people in the room turned and stared, shock written across their faces. Many men were looking her up and down, which made Gabriel want to strike them. She bore an expression of cool resolve, however Gabriel knew there was something wrong. She walked up to the Consul and whispered something into her ear. Charlotte nodded and Cecily walked over to Gideon, who was seated beside Gabriel.

“Continue, please, Inquisitor Bridgestock.” Charlotte said, when he paused.

Cecily spoke to Gideon, her voice barely audible to anybody else in the room. Gideon’s eyes opened widely and asked Cecily something. She nodded and said one final thing to Gideon before his brother stood up and walked out of the room, Cecily taking up his place. Gabriel’s confusion must have shown on his face because Cecily got a hold of his hand, hidden from prying eyes and squeezed it tightly. Later, he read on her face.  

 ...

Gideon must have looked like a madman as he zipped through the streets of Idris and tumbled into his home. Cecily must have taken his daughters to her home, most likely hoping to spare them from the frightening events that were about to unfold.

“Sophie.” He said, bursting into the room.

“Gideon!” Sophie could barely speak through her tears.

Gideon practically ran across the room and held her against his chest.

“I’m so sorry.” she whispered.

“Do not apologize. It’s not your fault, darling.”

“I cannot stop it any longer.”

Gideon kissed the top of her head.

“Then let it be. I have faith in the Angel, for I had faith when you ascended, and faith when we went to the battle in Cadair Idris.”

Sophie wiped her tears and nodded.

That was when Brother Enoch told her it was time.

And Sophie pushed.

 ...

From the moment the baby came out, it was taken away. Sophie did not lay back like she had done when her daughters were born. She stayed up, her legs still in a birthing position, and tried to catch a glimpse of her child. It had been so quick compared to the other times, when her daughters had let out a hearty bellow. This time, no sound came until a couple of seconds later when she heard it.

A whimper.

It would have been barely audible, had they not been holding their breaths. Sophie’s heart shattered. She hadn’t even registered that she was falling backwards until Gideon’s arms caught her.

Gideon hugged her and muttered words in her ear, his voice cracking. She dug her face in his chest. It was too soon. Her baby didn’t even have the strength to cry yet. She wanted so desperately to see it, but she could barely feel her legs after the potion she had been given to slow down the birth.

“Please go.” She told Gideon. “Tell me what our baby looks like.”

Gideon shook his head. “You deserve to see him as well.”

“Gideon. Please.”

He looked into her eyes.

“Look at our child before it passes away. Let it see it’s father, before it sees The Angel.” Sophie could barely speak.

“It will live long enough for you to hold, Sophie.” He said intensely.

Sophie just looked at him.

“Please, Gideon. Tell me if I gave birth to a boy or a girl.”

Finally, he nodded and kissed her forehead before he got up. She watched as some of the Silent Brothers made way for him. She could not see the baby, but she could see her husband as he put a hand to mouth, briefly stumbling backwards. She watched as he righted him and took a step forward before being stopped by the brothers. She knew one was talking in his mind by the way he nodded and walked away. Sophie didn’t remember ever seeing Gideon like that. The way he walked over to her with his head down. The pain on his face.

He sat down beside her, as she made room for him on the bed. He was looking down at his hands that were tense enough to see the tendons. He closed his eyes and his shoulders shook. Sophie put her hand on his.

“It’s a boy.” He said.

Sophie felt her other hand go to her mouth. A son. Gideon pulled her in her arms and buried his face in her hair.

“How does he look?”

She felt his tears roll down her back.

“He looks dead.” He managed to say.

Sophie knew she was soaking Gideon’s shirt with her tears, but the thought of pulling away was too painful.

“They are taking him to the Silent City.”

“Will he live?”

She felt Gideon’s head shake. “They don’t know, my love.”

Sophie felt as though someone just squeezed her heart. Those six months she’d carried her baby boy, felt him kicking, and now he might not even live long enough to be held. Tears brimmed in her eyes again. Her face and throat ached from all of the tears. Her body ached from having given birth. But worse of all, her heart ached for her son. Her only son, who she loved so dearly before he was even born. Who she would love until her dying breath. She wished to hold him and kiss his nose. She wished he was still inside her, so that he could grow properly and healthy. So that she could hold him in her arms.

“I’m sorry, Gideon. I’m so sorry.”

“For what?”

“I must have done something wrong that induced the labor. I—”

“Sophia, you did everything just right.”

He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead.

Gideon tucked her back into his arms and they both watched The Silent Brothers’ backs as they worked to keep Sophie and Gideon’s only son alive.

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