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lovelytsunoda · 1 year ago

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mr. ghostface // lance stroll

summary: a trip to spirit halloween with her husband plants an idea in lance's head that he can't quite shake. knowing how stressed his beloved has been lately, he just wants them to have a little bit of spooky and festive fun.

pairing: lance stroll x wife! reader

warnings: straight up p*rn guys, idk what to tell you. there’s some light roleplay, but it’s done in a very playful and loving way so it’s not too intense, a few brief mentions of anxiety, two people that are truly madly and deeply in love with each other. i am going to hell for this.

authors note: i really like this one because it gave me a chance to play around with two people exploring the kinkier side of their relationship in a fun, lighthearted and carefree way, a way that works for them so they can experience the best of both worlds sexually. i had a lot of fun with this one, and now all I need is a lance in my life :)

there were few stores that y/n stroll loved more than spirit halloween. even now; as a married adult woman, there were few things she thought she could enjoy more on a fall afternoon than walking through the halloween store with her husband, a mcdonalds milkshake in one hand and her beloveds hand in the other.

lance was having the time of his life, delighting in scaring the bejesus out of his wife using the pedals that activated the animatronics. she would always jump, and clutch his arm for dear life, even if she partially knew what was coming.

wife. husband. neither of them would ever tire of calling the other, even after one year of marriage. lance was always saying things like “I’d like you to meet my wife”, or “have you met my wife yet” whenever he met someone new or reconnected with an old friend in the paddock.

their relationship seemed to have never left the honeymoon stage, bursting at the seams with love.

“babe, babe!” lance gushed, fumbling to get a hanger off the display wall. he held up the red costume corset, dangling limply off a plastic hanger. with his other hand, he grabbed the sequinned devil ears hanging above it. “you would look so fucking hot in these.”

she blushed, choking on her milkshake. “lance! outside the house? no fucking way, I’m not that bold.”

“you don’t have to wear it outside. in fact, i was hoping you’d wear it somewhere else. somewhere a little more…intimate.” lance hummed, his hands now resting on her waist, the corset back on the display wall as he pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“baby, i don’t even think that would fit me. that’s way too small for my ribcage, much less my boobs.” she laughed, slipping her free hand into lances back pocket and resting her head against his bicep.

lance chuckled, kissing her hairline again before reaching to the wall and grabbing a plastic mask. “oh, what about this?” he laughed, slipping the scream mask over his head and turning to his wife.

“whats your favourite scary movie?” he rasped, before breaking out into laughter. “come on, babe! we could be ghostface and casey!”

she laughed, trailing her finger up lances chest before yanking the mask off his head. he pouted playfully, and she laughed before she kissed him gently.

“absolutley not:”

“oh, I’m getting the mask.” lance insisted, taking the plastic from her.

she shrugged, taking another sip of her drink. she didn’t really care if lance bought the mask or not, she just wanted their couple costume to be a little classier than a fictional serial killer and his first victim.

“it’s your money.”

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she sat at the living room desk two afternoons later, finding her attention span increasingly reaching it's breaking point as her bleary eyes wandered away from her laptop screen and towards the picture window, watching the changing leaves on the trees outside. everywhere around her, fall was settling in on the quebec countryside.

"babe!" lance's voice carried from their bedroom. "are you busy? i wanna show you something!"

technically, she was busy. she had a big project due at work, but she was practically begging the universe for a distraction at this point. closing her laptop, she pushed herself back from the table and started walking through the ranch house. the tile floor was cold against her bare feet as she passed through the kitchen, poking her head down the hallway in hopes of finding her husband.

"lance?"

she heard a closet door opening behind her, and when she turned around, she jumped, shriek piercing the air.

"you and that goddamn mask."

lance laughed, face hidden behind the white plastic ghostface mask. "sorry, babe. couldn't resist."

after her initial shock faded away, she realized that aside from the black silk pajama pants on his lower half, the mask was all that her husband was wearing.

"please don't kill me, mr. ghostface." she pouted, wrapping one slender leg around her lover's, running a hand up his bare chest, feeling every muscle and ridge. "i wanna be in the sequel." she wanted to kiss him, but with the mask, that would be hard, so she settled for gently kissing his collar bone. "what's all this for?"

lance raised an arm, pushing the mask off his face. “you’ve been really stressed lately. the other day, i watched you worry about the health implications of having onion rings with your sandwich because you were worried you haven’t been eating well this month.”

and that was true: she had been more anxious than usual, and her intrusive thoughts had been much more pervasive. she’d been trying to get back into a routine, following stretching videos on YouTube and going for walks, trying new recipes. but she was still having trouble falling asleep, keeping focussed. hell, she was even having trouble keeping the routine.

not getting lost inside her own head.

she kissed him gently, resting her body weight against him. lance still made her feel like a teenager in love, her teenage dream. even after a year of marriage there was still so much to look forward to.

like, apparently, nineties slasher roleplay in bed.

"i love you." she hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

"love you more, pretty girl." lance smiled, kissing her forehead. "take fifteen minutes and go make yourself feel sexy, i'm going to get some things out of the freezer for dinner. i'll make that pasta you like?"

“sounds like a plan.”

she tiptoed into the master bedroom, closing the door behind her before stripping out of her leggings and the baggy shirt she had been wearing, trading her cotton panties and wire bra for a short corset top and silk pajama shorts in a deep royal blue. the little silver “l” pendant that she wore around her neck fell gracefully against her skin, hair falling around her shoulders.

she could hear clattering coming from the kitchen. it was lance fumbling around to get the ground beef out of the freezer and into a bowl of cold water to defrost.

she popped open the bath and body works spray on the dresser, mist dusting her skin with body glitter. her spine tingled in anticipation of what was to come, goosebumps rising on her skin as she settled on the end of the bed, one leg crossed over the other so her shorts rode up, showing off more thigh than was necessary.

lance was a sucker for thighs. specifically hers.

the door creaked open, and lance crept into the room, the mask over his face once again. he paused before the end of the bed, and she was momentarily pissed off that she couldn't see the way he was looking at her. but she knew what that look in his eye would be: pure love and adoration.

"you look stunning." he whispered, his fingers ghosting over her skin as he brushed his hand up her leg, to her thigh. "hey, don't take this super seriously, okay? we're just having a bit of fun."

"i know." she took his hand in hers, pressing a kiss to his knuckles. "just be gentle with me."

"always."

she dropped his hand, and he brought it to her face, gently caressing her cheek as she looked down at her through the mask.

“what’s your favourite scary movie?”

“hmm, the one where I make it to the end?” she quipped, smiling up at her husband.

“oh, i think I can work with that.” he hummed, running his thumb down the side of her face, down the side of her neck, over her shoulder.

she giggled, flinching under his touch when he brushed against her neck. she had always been ticklish there.

“how are you going to make it worth my while to let you make it to a sequel?”

she uncrossed her legs, spreading them wide and leaning back on her palms. the fabric of her silken shorts had moved just so that lance could see that she wasn’t wearing any panties, a slight dark spot beginning to form on the fabric.

she could hear lance exhale, his breath reverberating against the mask. “you spread your legs pretty fast, darlin’. is this what you want? to let mr. ghostface have his way with you?”

his tone was lighthearted, his voice curling up into gentle laughter at the end of the sentence. it kept the carefree nature of their usual sex life embedded in the scene, despite its adventurous nature, which she would forever be thankful for. she could see the outline of his rapidly hardening cock through his silken pants.

“oh, yes, mr. ghostface.” she purred playfully, playing right into lance’s hands as she palmed one of her tits through the cups of the corset top. “please.”

he grabbed her leg, hiking it up and over his shoulder, dragging her to the edge of the bed and spreading her open for him. she gasped, falling back onto her forearms and pressing her chest up.

“jesus christ.” lance exhaled, his fingers brushing over her sopping entrance. “you’re dripping for me, sweetheart. is this turning you on? you want me to ravish you?”

“yes, mister, please.” she whined, pressing up against the pads of his fingertips. “touch me.”

lance slipped two fingers inside her with very little warning, barely giving her time to adjust before he started flexing his digits rapidly. she moaned under his touch, falling back against the bed.

“uh uh, darling. eyes on me. i want you to see who’s making you feel this good.”

his fingers brushed against her sensitive walls, and she bucked her hips against his hands before struggling up to her shaky arms, moaning even deeper at the sight in front of her: leg up on her husbands shoulder, the mask on his face, the way the muscles in his arms flexed as he finger-fucked her.

“that’s it, my good girl. my good, beautiful girl. so good for me.” lance hummed, his thumb coming down to circle her clit. “there better not be a single anxious thought in that head of yours.”

and for the first time that day, there wasn’t. she had crumbled under lances touch, her head empty the second he had kissed her in that hallway. she loved it.

loved him.

“oh god, lance,” she breathed, allowing herself to slip out of character as she reached for his wrist. “i think I’m gonna cum!”

the hand that previously kept a bruising grip on her leg dropped to reassuringly rub circles on her thigh. “I’ve got you, love. just close your eyes and ride out. cum on my fingers, you know you want to.”

she closed her eyes, arching her back as she felt her pussy contract, sucking lances fingers in and refusing to let go as she fell apart around him, whining his name as he scissored his fingers, dropping her leg and trying to guide her through her climax.

he withdrew his fingers, now covered in her release, making sure that his wife was watching before he lifted the mask just enough for her to watch him slip his fingers into his mouth, sucking up every last drop.

she whined at the sight, and would have clenched her thighs together if not for lances leg holding them open. instead, she found herself grinding against his thigh as he lovingly cradled her wrist against the mattress, leaning down to drop a kiss on her forehead.

“you’re so good, pretty girl. so perfect for me in every way. i hope you know that.”

“I know.” she giggled, pressing against him again. “thank you for doing this:”

lances nimble fingers slipped underneath the lacy cups of her top, taking her nipples in between his fingers. she writhed under him, exhaling his name.

“you don’t have to thank me, pretty girl. you just need to scream my name.”

“that can be arranged.” she was certain that her shorts were soaked; they would need some extra stain removal methods when she did the laundry.

lance could feel it too; a dark spot forming on his pants where she rubbed against him. he was starting to sweat under the mask, his hair matted to his face and his breathing heavy.

he slipped a finger underneath her bra strap, teasingly dragging it down her shoulder. she shivered under the sensations, knowing full well how she must look.

lust-drunk, face flushed and covered in a sheen of sweat, pupils dilated.

and he hadn’t even fucked her yet.

normally she’d be above begging. but not tonight. not while he was looming over her and fulfilling a fantasy she didn’t even realize that she had.

"please, please, i need your cock." she whined. "i need to be fucked, mr. ghostface. please."

under the mask, lance smirked. he wished he could kiss her, feel her whine into his mouth. “baby, baby, you never need to beg for me. because that means I’m not treating you right.”

“then put your cock in me!” she whined, nudging him with her leg.

chuckling to himself, lance pulled her shorts down her legs, dropping them to the carpet before he got up and slowly shed his own. his wife watched from the bed, butting her lip so hard he thought she might draw blood as she watched his rock-hard cock slap against his abs.

she couldn’t help it, one hand gently palming her clit as she watched lance stalk towards the bed, his breathing loud from inside the mask. despite the lack of control there appeared to be, she knew that she was 100% in control of what was about to happen.

lance gently pushed her hand away from her swollen clit, crossing her wrists over each other and holding them down with one hand. her breath hitched as he ran his cock up and down her folds, her hips bucking, trying to take what little he was giving her.

“are you ready for my cock, princess? are you ready to fucking scream my name?”

“yes, lance, please stop teasing me.”

he slid home in one swift movement, switching his grip on her wrists so that he had one wrist in each hand as he roughly drove into her.

her eyes practically rolled back in her skull as she moaned, her tight center squeezing his cock.

“oh, fuck.” she breathed, closing her eyes with an exhale. “fuck, you feel so good inside me. so deep.”

“you’re doing such a good job, pretty girl. you’re taking me like such a good girl.” lance praised, thrusting harder before loosening his grip on her wrists. “take off the mask, baby. I know you want to. let me kiss you.”

she reached up with one hand, eyes bleary from the pleasure she was feeling as she grabbed on to the black hood of the mask, gently tugging until the mask fell away.

“oh no, now I know your face.” she joked, playing along with the scene. “whatever will I do now? please don’t kill me mr. ghostface.”

lance laughed, leaning down to kiss her. he but down gently on her lip, sucking her bottom lip in between his own. “well, we have two options. I can make you my partner in crime.” he paused, reaching down to pinch her swollen clit. she jumped, squealing in pleasure. his hand still pinned one of her wrists to the bed, the other hand leaving red marks on his shoulder as he continued to pound into her. “or I could make you cum so hard that you forget my face and decide not to turn me in.”

she giggled, pretending to think it over. “I think I’ll take the orgasm.”

“good choice.”

she wrapped her legs around him, pulling his dick even deeper inside of her. he let go of her wrist, bracing himself on the bed while she dug her nails hard into his back, leaving scratches behind. he dropped his lips to her neck, pressing open mouthed kisses to her ticklish skin. she giggled, squirming underneath him.

lance loved it when she laughed during sex. to him, there was nothing sexier than seeing his wife let go. no anxiety, no self-consciousness. it made him feel close to her.

“my beautiful wife.” he grunted, rutting into her hard enough to push her body up the bed. she whined his name, arching her back to press her nipples against his chest.

the skin to skin was what she loved the most. that feeling of being as close as you possibly can to another person.

“oh, baby, right there.” it came out broken and raspy, and she found herself trying to hide her face in her husbands neck. “fuck, that feels so good.”

her walls fluttered, and lances thrusts faltered as he struggled to hold himself up. “are you close, baby? it’s okay, I’ve got you. you can let go.”

she clung on to him for dear life, skin flushed and juices dripping down her thighs. she couldn’t form words, nothing but incoherent whining coming out of her throat. she felt so full, so loved, the coil in her stomach threatening to snap as lance presses his lips to hers, sucking on her bottom lip and bringing one hand down to rub circles on her clit.

“lance, I’m cumming!” she cried, her nails digging into his back as she wrapped her body around him, shutting her eyes tightly as she pressed her face into his shoulder.

“I’ve got you, I’ve got you. you did so well, princess. you looked so pretty with my cock inside you.” he said softly, kissing her forehead as he guided her through it, feeling himself start to reach his own limits. “where do you want me to finish, pretty girl?”

she barely had the energy to respond, still trying to get her breath back as her legs shook from overstimulation, tears pressing at the corners of her eyes. “inside me, please, god, I need it.”

“fucking hell.” lance grunted, thrusting faster, his balls slapping against her sensitive skin as he went. “god I love you.”

he moaned as he dropped his head, nuzzling into her neck as he came with a howl, his cock jerking as it painted her walls white with his release. he stilled, peppering her face in kisses.

“I love you, baby. I don’t like seeing you stressed.”

she hummed, tangling her fingers in his hair and looking up at her husband. “I love you, too. thank you for saving me from myself.”

lance pulled out gently, his wife whimpering at the newfound feeling of emptiness. she clenched her thighs together, watching as her lover got up from the bed, pulling his silk pants back on.

“oh, babe, put in different pants.” she laughed, playfully throwing the ghostface mask in his direction. “those ones are probably gross as shit right now.”

“they’re not as bad as yours.” he shrugged, fishing a clean cotton t-shirt out of their shared dresser. there was something so casually intimate about sharing a dresser. “come on, let’s get you out of that corset.”

she sat up, pulling the comforter over her bottom half as she lazily leaned back into lances touch. his fingers glided down her back, unhooking the corset clasps and kissing over the red marks where the hooks had dug into her back. she raised her arms and he slipped the shirt over her head, watching the fabric billow gently over her features.

lance settled in next to her, and she rested her head against his chest, gently tracing his tattoo with her fingertip.

fortune favours the bold.

“you work too hard. it’s not healthy.” he hummed.

she sighed, leaning into his touch as he ran his fingers through her hair. “I know. once this project has been handled, the big boss is giving us some time off.”

“that’s good. maybe we can go somewhere. it doesn’t have to be anything big, maybe maine or calgary?”

“yeah, that sounds nice.” she rolled over, supporting her weight on her forearm. “thanks for this, by the way. and for keeping it fun.”

“of course. any time you want me to do all of the thinking for you, just let me know. that’s what husbands are for.” lance slowly started to sit up, easing her back down to the bed to remind her that she needed rest. “I’m gonna go start dinner. go to the bathroom, have a glass of water, and remember to rest, okay? I’ll wake you when it’s ready.”

she smiled, rubbing his arm gently as she looked up at her husband “or I could come to the kitchen and watch. you know I think it’s so hot when you cook, especially when you do it shirtless.”

“oh yeah? maybe I should get a chefs outfit for the next time we spice it up a little.”

“in your goddamn dreams.”

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#the cozy collection 2023 #lance stroll #lance stroll smut #lance stroll x reader #formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 smut #formula one smut #Spotify

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turbotasthick · 18 days ago

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Thoughts on lunar and bloodmoon? Do you view them as having the potential to be close, or two characters that didn't click much?

Thoughts on lunar at all? They're a delightful blorbo to me and I'd adore hearing if you had any. (I audibly chorted when you have them a 0/10 for kissing due to the mold dbjfndifjkdjsksn)

Thoughts on lu and bloodmoon:

i think they would be such cute brothers imo. Bloodmoon, the aggressively caring, the funny, riot of a brother torwards lunar and lunar who in return, encourages bms gremlin behaviour, and joins on in to his mischeif once in a while.

Honestly theyd make SUCH cute brothers you dont understand how i love family dynamics bro

thoughts on lu:

look. at first i absolutley adored lu. i loved how he was the baby brother of the group. i love how cute he was back then- but now? hes an apathetic asshole imo- and honestly theres just no more whimsy about him. hes not playful like he used to- and how he pushes away people..like solar? sucks so hard to me- lowkey i kind of dislike lunar rn..hes kinda shitty to me rn bro..

#turbo goes insane #turbo replies #tsams #the sun and moon show #bloodmoon twins #sams bloodmoon #tsams bloodmoon #the sun and moon show bloodmoon #sun and moon show bloodmoon #laes #lunar and earth show #laes lunar

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nyoomfruits · 2 years ago

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Drop the lestappen playlist bestie! 💝

alskjfa its on my private account but uh here are the highlights:

kill the director - the wombats

the ULTIMATE enemies to lovers song in my opinion. the HATRED about being in love is just. chef's kiss. also the line 'i've met someone that makes me feel seasick' delightfull. AND 'this is no bridget jones' is that not charles's mantra every time max maxsplains his little heart out and he is trying SO HARD not to go all heart eyes about it

halley's comet - billie eilish

you will very quickly notice a theme in this playlist and the theme is i like to headcanon charles as being absolutely MISERABLE when he realizes he has a crush on max. he's all woe is me about it (meanwhile max has been in love with charles since like they're karting days and is just. vibing tbh) anyway this whole song has a plethora of DELIGHTFUL lines about being upset about your crush but to highlight a few:

i don't want it and i don't want to want you aut in my dreams, i seem to be more honest and i must admit you've been in quite a few

AND my personal favorite because i literally named a fic after it:

silly me to fall in love with you

happy accidents - saint motel

if i think about the possiblity of charles and max never meeting and their intertwined lives too much i will cry but the tldr are is that the following lines make me go !!!!!

if i never laid eyes on you would i feel something missing if you never laid eyes on me would you know something's gone?

wrapped up in books - belle and sebastian

this song is on here for these specific lines and they make me feel feral every single time oh my GOD

you were racing in a car beside a boy you just don't know if he is up for what you have in mind

i won't say (i'm in love) - from disney's hercules

no i will not apologize this is a CHARLES SONG this is charles having been in denial about his crush for YEARS and then being absolutley slapped in the face with it somewhere during the 2022 season thank you

#lestappen #theres more but some of those are also just. what i personally think fits them that others might not agree with #actually thats all of these too #oh well

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where-does-the-heart-lie · 2 years ago

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Sabo is definitely a person who gets a manicure and looks absolutely fabulous but gets ruined in a day because of his fighting style.

Absolutley he is. Why do you think he wears those gloves??? His Fresh Fuckin Mani must be protected!!!! Nail care is no joke!!!!!!!

If his hands are not in Pristine Condition, how could he ever hope to destroy entire building structures with them?

They must be perfect.

I think this is another aspect that he and sanji are similar, they both have Very Important Things they do with their hands. One uses them to cook delightful meals for the ones he loves, and the other uses them to shatter people’s skulls! Their priorities are a little bit different, i will admit.

#ask reply #@tastywatermelonpie

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mystris-bug-academy · 3 months ago

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Orchid

Fencing Club Leader, Genderfluid, any pronouns, Orchid Mantis

Facts about Orchid!!

♤~ Ladies and gentlemen, I now present the cartoonishly gay character!!

♡~ Gayest mf alive

◇~ The type of person to wiggle their fingers before a meal and say, "don't mind if I do!"

♧~ Has a 87 step skin care routine (They're skin GLOWS)

☆~ Screams like an anime girl

♤~ Sleeps with a nightlight (they're scared of the dark guys dont bully them)

♡~ Believes in "beauty sleeps"

◇~ definition of "gay cousin"

♧~ Has literally everything in they're bag (Lipstick, hair ties, gum, ect.)

☆~ absolutley locked in when in comes to fencing (immaculate parries)

Grades

Math - A

English - A

Science - A

Social studies - A

P.E. - A

(He used to go to private school)

What other think of them

Fae- "...Pretty"

Mona- "He- She-....They're so nice! They do my hair, my nails, anything! Huh? Any pronouns..? Oh, I thought they were just gay gender!" (Poly in the background, "Mona, what the hell is "gay gender."")

Poly- "I don't see why he's so scared of me, I mean, if someone dies from a fencing accident, I could always exorcise the spirit if it decides to haunt the place..."

Ceni- "87 step...Skin care routine..? Broo...I only use water and 30 in 1 soap"

Latro- "She helps me with assignments from time to time, our club rooms are across the whole campus so we...Don't really see eachother often, but I'm sure she's nice!"

Honey- "He totally gets me! He was the first person to realize I liked girls!...Is it really that obvious..?"

"Lady"- "Oh, she's just delightful! She lends me makeup and other stuff. She's one of the only tolerable club leaders!"

Orchid Mantis facts

♤~ The Orchid Mantis's scientific name is Hymenopus Coronatus

♡~ Orchid Mantises attract bees since they look so much like flowers

◇~ THEY CAN FLY!?!? (Bro I didn't know mantises could fly)

♧~ Orchid mantises are one of the top insect predators

☆~ Orchid Mantises are also called Pink Orchid Mantis, or Walking Flower Mantis

♤~ Female mantises sometimes eat male mantises after eating (watch out future Orchid spouses...Jk they won't eat you they are a very distinguished goober...I think)

☆~ Mantises can change color depending on environmental conditions and changes in light or temperature

Thx 4 reading!!!

#oc art #oc #oc showcase #bugs

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gilears · 1 year ago

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As someone who clearly loves the bad kids dynamic, (a fact i am infinitely grateful for and delighted by, love the luxury lads fics and o&t) what're your thoughts on the bad kids canonically having spent MONTHS in a prison cell together, with nothing to entertain themselves but each other's company?

HELLO!! im one million years late replying to this (the agonies, agonizing) but !!!!! <3 !!!!! i have seen u in my daily kudos email tearing thru all my fic so literally the smile i got on my face when i saw this ask. um hiiiiiii. thank u for being the sweetest 😁💗

also yes the bad kids dynamic. i like it a normal amount.

so i havent spent an extensive amount of time thinking about this (my brain really saw the pocket of s1e11 downtime for luxury lads and went 'you will consider no other canon time period') BUT actually i do have an abandoned wip that was an extension on me and @grasslandgirl sav's headcanons from like. 2021? eaaaarly 2022? on the bad kids birthdays and i like to think that riz's birthday happens when theyre in prison and he just. doesn't tell them. so later like in the summer when they find out they, firstly, riot, and secondly, throw him a big party because he has FRIENDS and they LOVE him 💚

otherwise. with the large grain of salt of me not having seen freshman year in quite some time so this may all be contradictory, some thoughts fresh off the dome

of course the luxury lads, especially kristen and fig, are very accustomed to living together and being around each other all the time so they cope considerably better* than the others

*this is basically cancelled out tho bc riz is case spiraling and kristen is worried they're gonna call her parents. fig is chillin tho, being in prison is so punk

fabian puts on a brave face but fully inside of a week he's like. im going to die here

gorgug sort of loses his mind with everyone so close and loud all the time so he and adaine spend a lot of time trying to figure out how to mage hand his headphones out of wherever they keep their shit and into the cell so he can not be on the verge of a rage constantly

fig and gorgug try to make the most of it and have band practice in the cell because theyre bored anyway, but that gets shut down real quick on account of the Loud. they do end up writing stuff together tho

adaine gets put on fabian duty because shes the only one that speaks rich, is kind of annoyed but secretly glad to have a distraction/something to channel her anxiety into so she doesnt lose her own mind

kristen: you know this is kind of like camp

fig: you know thats like, really sad, right?

kristen: hm. interesting.

kristen trying to convince the bad kids to let her teach them how to make friendship bracelets out of her own hair, absolutley no one lets that happen

but gorgug lets her braid his hair and she teaches him to braid hers, it calms both of them down

riz and fabian and fig spend a lot of time messing with the idiot cops (which is all of them, all cops are idiots<3)

somehow they dont discover riz's timothee chalamet hair during this time period. OR he changed his shampoo between freshman and sophomore year. i think thats funnier. being in prison made him change his shampoo.

fabian and gorgug leading group stretch time every day after 3 weeks when everyone starts complaining about everything hurting

okay thats all i got. love you bye

#fh #bad kids #hc #ask #midnightdemonhunter #SORRY THIS IS SO ABYSMALLY LATE I DIED BUT IM BACK NOW #for everyone else that has sent me an ask or tagged me in something i am catching up.

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checkoutmybookshelf · 7 months ago

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This Book is a Love Letter to English Majors, Book Girlies (gender neutral) and Pirates (gender neutral)

I have not read a book that has had me kicking my feet, screeching, laughing, and going "OOOH I KNOW THAT ONE" at literary references in such utter JOY in a long-ass time, but India Holton GOT ME. This book spoke to literally all the (oft-contradictory) facets of me, and the WRITING STYLE was a sheer delight from start to finish. I was hooked in chapter 1 by the dry wit, the delightful comedy of manners façade, and the actual weight of the characters and then it just KEPT GETTING BETTER. And also, I desperately need to know what India Holton's beef with the Bronte Brother Time Forgot is, because the SPECIFICITY of that throughout the book was honestly one of the most unhinged, wonderful things I have read in a long time. So many popular books seem to be trying to be generic to appeal to the widest possible audience, but weirdly specific has always been a better hook for me. And then this book has the nerve to go CHEEKILY META at the end...It is perfect. I wouldn't change a thing. Let's talk The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels.

I'm putting a SPOILER WARNING here, because I feel like I want to SPOIL THE CRAP OUT OF THIS BOOK because it was a delight and I enjoyed it so much.

Miss Cecilia Bassingthwaite is a proper Victorian lady, thank you very much. She has been appropriately trained by her Aunt Darlington in all the finer aspects of piracy and weapons as well as manners and deportment. She is also a great reader and has ambitions to join the senior table of the Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels--after, of course, she murders the crap out of her father, Captain Morvath, for murdering her mother in front of her when Cecelia was seven years old. And after all of that, Cecelia wants to just lock herself in a library for a week with endless tea and biscuits and NO COMPANY. Which...Girl. That is such a mood.

Crucially though, despite being just hella competent as a Lady Pirate, Cecilia is not a murder Barbie. She's actually genuinely demure and honestly quite inexperienced with the world at large, despite being well-trained in piracy. And honestly? I kind of love that for her. She is basically the grad student at the very top of her class who can leave her colleagues in the dust technically, but would get deeply lost and flummoxed over something as basic as going to the bank because how do people work outside this paradigm? She's also just...really soft and really sweet, and I love that we can HAVE a soft protagonist, especially given her Bronte-esque backstory. Heathcliff would have eaten this poor girl alive, is what I'm saying, so it's a really good thing she doesn't have the Heathcliff character in this book as a love interest.

No, instead she gets Ned "has so many goddamn credentials and names that I stopped bothering to keep track" Lightbourne, who somehow manages to pull off smouldering rake and sensitive at the same time. He also has the delightful (and weirdly uncommon) perspective that even if Morvath deserves to die, Cecelia should ABSOLUTLEY NOT be expected or put in a position to murder her own father. That she absolutely could makes this an even stronger position, in my opinion, because there are real genuine stakes behind the choice. There's no question in anyone's mind that Cecelia couldn't kill him if it came right down to it, but...there would be emotional consequences, and it would not be GOOD for Cecilia.

We see that SUPER clearly in the breakfast room scene where Cecelia faces her father for the first time since he murdered her mother, and this very competent young woman who has been making detailed, meticulous plans for how she would face and kill him--backed up with the knowledge and skill to carry out these plans--reverts emotionally to a child throwing breakfast dishes. Which honestly? Valid. Parental trauma is HARD, and that's when actual murder isn't involved. Cecelia is also Victorian and thus everyone is allergic to feelings so she probably hasn't like...had a chance to work through any of her feelings about this in the intervening years. So yeah, Cecelia shouldn't ever have to be in the same zip code as Morvath, and she absolutely should NOT be the person to kill him...especially because he'd probably be proud of her for doing it. Ned is like...the sole character who gets this (with the possible exception of Aunt Darlington, but that woman is opaque as all hell and has her own trauma about her son trying to murder her granddaughter, so I'm not actually counting that) and does his absolute damnedest to make sure that Cecelia never has to be in that position. He's not like...wildly successful, but he tries, and he's there when she needs him emotionally, so points.

Ned and Cecilia's interactions are lovely and a ton of fun, but this book also has a STUNNINGLY well-developed cast of secondary characters who I absolutely adore too, because Victorian lady pirates who have exactly three laws and don't give a flying fuck about what ANYONE thinks of them are possibly the best thing ever to read about. Aunt Darlington is about as fragile as Windsor Castle (at one point this woman, while recovering from a near-fatal stab wound, breaks a lance over her knee to use as a makeshift cane after refusing medical treatment from a doctor who wouldn't take no for an answer...so she stabbed him in his phallic bits with his syringe full of morphine. I adore this woman) and as proper as any Victorian governess could want, and her insistence that Cecelia will catch her death of increasingly ridiculous ailments as the novel goes on just gets funnier with each instance.

We also get the delightful Lady Armitage (Aunty Army to Cecelia) who has exactly three modes: Dramatic, Murder-happy, and horny. She also keeps the key to her flying pirate house in her chastity belt and has WAY too much fun waggling her eyebrows at a suitably horrified Ned when he is trying to insist that he has to hijack her house and Cecelia is like, "if you insist, but also she will just help us if you explain, so it's your funeral." This had SHAKESPEAREAN levels of comedy, this scene. Like it could have come directly out of Comedy of Errors. I was in absolute stitches.

I also want to shout out the delightfully named Constantinopla Brown, who full-on went "I cannot have a financially successful life just seducing women all over the place, so I'm going to seduce a himbo into marrying me before he knows what's happened and then I'm going to drag his ass into increasingly wild schemes while letting him think they're his idea." This girl is 16. She is going to be a menace to society in another decade, and I cannot WAIT to see it.

Finally, we get just the most delightfully unhinged version of Queen Victoria in this book. I'm honestly not even sure how to describe her, except that if Aunt Darlington and Lady Armitage take "Victorian Lady who is imperious and doesn't give a flying fuck" to level ten, Victoria cranks it up to 100. We are DEEPLY amused.

So I'm generally a character reader, and I'm pretty flexible with forgiving mediocre prose if the characters are good. The prose in this book? Five stars. It knows what it wants to do and it DOES IT with cheekiness, aplomb, and OPINIONS. India Holton's authorial voice in this book is crystal clear, well-developed, and a sheer delight. If the plot and story had fallen off a cliff (they don't), I would still recommend this book on voice alone. It's a beautifully done stylized Victorian with a narrator who sometimes low-key Lemony Snickets to offer opinions on things or clarifications or just to put a dramatic little spin on things, and THAT. THAT was absolutely everything. There were literally parts of this book where I had to go back and reread for the plot because I was so caught up in just enjoying the voice. That's not to say the writing isn't clear; it is, it's wonderful, but I'm an English major and a writer and I got lost in the joy of craft a few times and had to catch myself up on plot. It was amazing.

The setting and worldbuilding were also really fun, because it's recognizably Victorian England, but with pirate houses that fly and are armed to the teeth for battle. The houses have as much personality as their pirate ladies, and frankly they're a delight too.

This book was an across the board WIN for me, and I am absolutely going to get the next couple of books that relate to this one. I cannot wait!

#the wisteria society of lady scoundrels #india holton #adult fantasy #fantasy books #fantasy novel #pirates #victorian era #books and reading #books #books and novels #book recommendations

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cuervoplushiez · 2 years ago

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Finished Commission for @radioproto of their character Calamity the protogen! It was a delight to work in this project! I absolutley adore how it came out < 3

They sit around 40cm tall and they are made of supersoft microvelboa and felt, with details on fur fabric like the op of the head and tail. < 333 again absolutely in love with the result

#protogen #myplush #plushies #plush #plushblr #sewing #plush maker #protogen furry #furry #furry art #furry plush #anthro

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zerolostwalks · 1 year ago

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Hello! Mermaid au for the 5 hc thing?

(Send AUs for 5 facts/headcanons)

Once every 25 years, there is a special moon that allows mermaids to walk on land as humans for a singular lunar cycle. At least that's how Julie's mom always told the story.

Julie isn't sure she believes in magic and mermaids and fairytales now that her mom is gone.

On the anniversary of her mom's passing Julie goes to the beach to try and feel closer to her. It's the first time she's been in a long while. It's here that she runs into Luke, Reggie, and Alex looking as if they've been going for a late night swim and are severely underdressed for it.

She doesn't know why, and Flynn yells at her about it later, but Julie takes them home after they say they don't have anywhere to go.

They are weird and odd and act like it is their first time seeing so much of the world around them. They are all overly zealous about food and music. Absolutley delighted by how much it all tastes, sounds and physically feels different.

The guys don't hide that they are mermen, they've actually been very upfront and honest about it with Julie. Julie just doesn't believe them at first.

She does end up believing them after accidentally walking in on Reggie mid bath, and with a tail (because water)--he couldn't here her knock because he was sort of underwater at the time. Julie realizes this also explains why Luke has been extremely reluctant to go near the tub since he is very interested in staying human, thank you very much. Alex just wants to get as far away from his parents while Reggie kind of likes being able to be both and sort of dreads the end of the month knowing he's probably gonna have to choose between going back to mermaiddom or staying with Luke and Alex.

#Thanks for the ask!#this went a bit longer than 5 #mermaid AU

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vvvrrroooomm · 2 years ago

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Home Sweet Home

Summary:

After multiple fights and struggles (especially with taking care of the Bard King and his stupid college) Roman, Youngblood and Noise head back to Reston.

Notes:

~ If you have any hurt or fluff prompts for Roman of Reston/Roman Sanders - because I project onto them - feel free to submit them to me! I'm a multishipper for a handful of things so you can send that stuff to me. Just no NSFW I'm a minor.

~ Sorry this took so long to get this out, I've had the idea and its been sitting half finished for a week and a half but stuff got really stressful and I felt like my writing and art skills were absolutley terrible and I didn't want to touch any of my fanfic our half finished art pieces in fear of ruining them. Anyways, be ready for some smack-you-in-the-face, hardcore angst because I need a way to get my pent up emotions out so the Romeo and Juliet style fic is going to hurt a LOT more than any of you could ever guess.

But thanks for your response on my posts, and I really am so grateful you all enjoy my fics even if I can't finish them sometimes. Whether its due to brain dropping fandoms and picking up new ones and shaking them aggressively to get as much serotonin as possible or I just don't feel like writing, you all seem to keep reading. So thank you so much, and enjoy some fluff from my favorite OT3.

Roman brushes his hand through the wheat, occasionally rubbing at the gauze pads on his cheek and sholder, as gold light settles over his shoulders and creates elongated shadows of he, Noise and Youngblood. He takes long strides through the straight-shot path, excitedly explaining to Noise how delightful Reston is and how sure he is about how the people will love him.

"The food is great, the people are great and you're great!" He explains, "It all balances out."

"Roman, you really need to cut it out with the compliments." Noise insists, waving his hand at him, but that doesn't stop him.

"How could I stop, you really are great, you're both great!" Roman walks backwards, and gestures to Noise and Youngblood who are both blushing and have been for the last twenty minutes. Roman has been going on and on about how excited he is to return home, excitedly but also nervously rambling about telling the stories they have all gained from the adventure. He isn't exactly sure how to explain some of the gorey or darker details that are extremely important to include, but not the most comfortable to explain in the story. He also isn't sure how to explain that hes dating two people at once. Roman mindlessly rambles, slowly becoming incoherent.

"How-" Youngblood wavers, "how about we save the story for tomorrow? When we get to Reston, it's gonna be late. We'll try to mellow out the darker stuff, and when we're all ready we'll take about our relationship?"

"That sounds good," Roman affirms, "sorry, I'm just trying to map everything out in my head."

"You're okay, we both understand why you're nervous." Noise assures, "Just keep telling me about Reston. Do you have anymore stories?"

"No, not really," Roman says, "my childhood wasn't that exciting."

"Really? You barely told us five stories." Noise asks.

"Sure I have more, but those were the good ones." Roman explains, "The rest are boring."

"They can't be that boring." Noise gives a chuckle under his breath, not being able to imagine someone as rambunctious and unaware as Roman having an uneventful childhood.

"They are." Roman assures, "I didn't really have any friends, and my dad and aunt patty were usually busy so I spent most days in my room or out helping villagers."

"Does everyone in your village know you?" Noise asks, sarcastically.

"Yeah, actually." Roman says, completely missing Noises' sarcasm, "There aren't a lot of us, and my dad and Aunt Patty are the town protectors, so of course they know me." He explains, "I would go around helping everyone and keeping them company to avoid being bored out of my mind. Playing in the yard gets boring after a while."

"Thats why you started doing art, right?" Youngblood asks.

"Yeah, but with no real inspiration, I would wander around town and draw inspiration from that." Roman says, "Go look at the other kids playing, Burgundy making bread, Dorian would tell me stories, Samuel was really good at pointing out locations he thought I would enjoy drawing."

"You never joined the other kids?" Noise asks.

"Tried, we just didn't click." Roman gestures his hand around and they bounce together we he finishes his sentence.

Noise decides that maybe there's more to that story that Roman doesn't really dig into. Which is not good for him in the slightest, but right now hes blissful and happy. He supposes that's a conversion for another day.

Roman continues to ramble about Reston and such as he guides them down the path, even though there isn't much guiding to be done. Soon enough, the tall wooden sign labelling the town comes into view and Roman excitedly rushes forward, leaving Youngblood and Noise in the dust. The two of them pick up the pace to keep close, but don't bother running. All of their feet hurt and they ran out of water an hour ago.

Roman easily makes it to the front of town before the two of them and rocks back and forth on his heels as he waits for them. The southern edge of Reston is relatively empty, especially during the evening, besides Fast Timmy, Mel and Hendersons' wrecked barn that seems to be fixed back up. Roman keeps taking in breaths to smell the familiar scent of Burgundy Reds Breads and is just vibrating with excitement. He is painstakingly talking to Noise about last minute stuff about Reston before hes nearly knocked off his feet by a blue lightning whirl that seemingly comes out of nowhere.

"Oh- my goodness!" Noise reaches out to catch him, but Roman quickly steadies himself with his arms stretched out. He looks down, and sees exactly what he expects. Fast Timmy has wrapped himself around Romans' legs and doesn't seem like he intends on letting go.

Youngbloods face drops slightly, but is aware that they left on okay-ish terms with Fast Timmy and his gang.

"Hey buddy." Roman says, patting his newsboy cap.

"You were gone for far too long." Fast Timmy hastens to remark, looking up at Roman.

"Yes, yes." Roman scoffs, "Say, where are the other two?"

"They're probably catching up." Fast Timmy says before catching sight of Noise, who is awkwardly lingering behind Youngblood.

"Who's that?" He asks, letting go of Roman to edge closer.

"That is my new friend Noise," Roman explains, "I met them while me and Youngblood were out adventuring."

"Cool." Fast Timmy edges closer to Noise as Mel and Henderson come barreling around the barn, both smacking into Roman and Youngblood.

"Hello, Henderson!" Roman says, apparently not ready for the second of many rounds of excited hugging. Mel seems unusually chipper and immediately asks Youngblood, the only one she knows is magical, about any potions or magic they learned about on their trip.

"I got a potion set," She says, "I'm just curious." Her face is twisted into a mischievous grin which definitely means they, most likely, already have something planned with Mels' newfound power.

Henderson is also asking a load of questions regarding their journey, and so is Fast Timmy who is surprisingly interested in Noise with his horns and batton and clothes.

"I promise I'll answer all your questions when I can," Roman assures, crouched so he can be on the same level as Henderson, "but for now I'm looking for my dad. You got any idea where he is?"

"He's probably near the center of town if hes not at your house." Henderson says, "Can we walk with you guys? Can I walk with you guys?"

"I don't see why not?" Roman ruffles Henderson's hair before he stands up and motions to Youngblood and Noise that they should keep walking. They do so, and Mel and Fast Timmy tag along and continue to ask boat-loads of questions.

As they approach the front of town, there are more buildings and maybe two people. Reston is very accustomed to going to bed early. Though, the two people they do walk past give them a glance at Roman and scurry away. Roman pays no attention to it, but both Youngblood and Noise can't help but feel a very slight sting of anger in the back of their heads at how they seemed almost weary of Roman. They both push away the thought as they focus back on the manogarie of questions the kids are asking them.

"What was it like? Outside of Reston?" Henderson asks.

"Very different." Roman says, "Some places are a lot like Reston, but some are the complete opposite. Stuff I couldn't even imagine."

"Like what?"

"Well, what's the most unbelievable thing you can imagine?" Roman asks.

"Uhm..." Henderson pauses to think, "Someone with... wings." He drawls.

"Seen it." Roman says, feelings like the most knowledgable person in the world for a moment.

"Really?!" Hendersons' face lights up.

"Yep," I promise I'll tell you all about it tomorrow."

"You promise?" Henderson asks.

"Promise."

Behind them Noise is slowly answering Fast Timmys' questions, who seems deeply intrigued in Noise and their look.

Roman has begun talking to Youngblood as Henderson and Mel hang around them, and none of them even notice the distant clanking of heavy armour. It's only Noise that notices it, but doesn't get to say anything before Roman is, again, nearly knocked over (yet again out of the blue). Roman freezes for a moment and blinks before chuckling, and clearing his throat to push out the sound of fatigue in his voice.

"Hey, dad." He says, smiling and hugging the man dressed in scuffed, silver armour back. Somehow, this is the first time he has ever made it to him before Aunt Patty, even though shes merely two seconds behind. She also joins them and Roman breathes out an exasperated laugh, "Aunt Patty you're going to crush me."

"Just one more second, Deary." She says, holding Roman and Ryker as close as humanly possible. Eventually, though, she lets go and Roman regains his breath as Noise and Youngblood attempt to stifle their chuckles. "Sorry, I have to make up for lost time."

"You can make up for lost time soon, Patty." Ryker says, "Let him sit down before you crush him."

"Sorry, sorry, it just feels so good to know you're back." Aunt Patty ruffles Romans' hair before looking back at Youngblood and Noise, "Good to see you too, Youngblood. And Roman, who is this new friend you've brought with you?"

"Oh, that's Noise. He's an old friend of Youngbloods'." Roman explains.

"Oh, how delightful!" Aunt Patty says, promptly walking over to shake Noises' hand, "Very nice to meet you, dear."

"Nice to meet you, too, I have heard much about you and Romans' father." Noise shakes Aunt Pattys' hand, trying to come off as well-going as possible.

While Noise and Youngblood are being bombarded by Aunt Patty, Ryker is cautiously looking Roman over. He stretches his arm out and rubs his thumb over the gauze pad on Romans’ cheek,

”What happened? Are you okay?” Ryker asks, “That’s quite a large bandage, and you’ve got an even bigger one on your shoulder.”

”Just a little fight, between the three of us we handled it quite well.” Roman assures, “It’s just a cut, and the one on my shoulder is just a small burn.”

”Burn? Someone burned you?” Ryker narrows his eyes as his posture striaghtens.

”Yes, but I’m okay.” Roman hastens to say as he pulls his fathers hand away, “Youngblood healed it up for the most part. And, hey, we’ll match.” Roman waves his hand up at the gauze on his cheek.

Ryker chuckles, but the worry lingers on his voice. Roman doesn't even know how he's going to explain the multiple times he almost died and/or bawled his eyes out.

"How'd you find out we were here?" Roman glances around to see if someone is looking on.

"Two villagers caught sight of you and came to us." Ryker explains, "Thankfully, I was a few steps ahead of your Aunt, so I was able to get a good hug in before she blocked you off."

Roman laughs and looks around, rolling back on his heels, taking in the candle-lit street lights and smell of fresh baked bread and a feeling of security and comfort washes over him. Sure, some of the other towns he visited were similar to Reston. Some places were fancier or more advanced. Some places were more exciting and bustling with people. But, nothing,

absolutley nothing

could compare to Reston.

"Feels great to be home." He says.

#ao3fic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #roleslaying with roman #rswr #roman of reston #roman x youngblood x noise #galaxy polycule #noise rswr #youngblood #youngblood rswr #noise #rwr roman #rwr #one shot

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