#tristan does not bother

[rafeslvbug]

introducing…angel!reader

angel!reader…who, contrary to her name, is certainly not stars hollow’s angel girl.

angel!reader…whose parents are almost never around, away on some fancy business trip and living elsewhere. she’s been alone since her early teens, stuck around the overly happy people of the town.

angel!reader…who despite her sarcasm, shenanigans and late night escapades, is somehow loved by all in town..maybe except taylor.

angel!reader…who lives in a massive house in stars hollow by herself, secluded and rented out for house parties because she hates how empty it all feels.

angel!reader…who dedicates herself to studying because it satiates her parents who hold her to cripplingly high standards.

angel!reader…who’s not opposed to parties, or boys, and would drag rory to any of them. she gladly goes along to avoid spending another late night at home.

angel!reader…who’s always looked at luke like a father figure, the person who taught her how to manage the money her parents would send her every month, lets her stay over at the diner and applied to colleges with.

angel!reader…who likes to bother michel at the inn, following him about and on the not-so-rare occasion, judging people with him. he’s grown to like her, believe it or not.

angel!reader…who doesn’t think jess is half bad when she first meets him. walking into a town meeting after visiting her parents, and taylor’s bad mouthing him but she can really only hear about someone who knows how to have fun.

angel!reader…whose house jess’ welcome party is thrown in. she doesn’t hesitate to sneak out with him, showing him late night tricks and getting some of the crooked cakes taylor stuffs in the back.

angel!reader…who begins to ditch all the snobby, rich parties for late nights with jess. or really, whose plans are always intercepted by jess following her until she gives him attention.

angel!reader…who swears she’s off boys after a messy breakup with tristan. but the town sees her and jess for what they are, and it won’t be long before she does too.

angel!reader…who doesn’t show her face in the diner for a week after luke finds out her and jess are dating when they tried to keep it a secret.

angel!reader…who gets more praise when she manages to tame the worser acts of her boyfriend than backlash when she partakes in his minor acts.

angel!reader…and jess who are stars hollow’s favourite couple. separately..they have mixed reviews. together? no one can deny that they’re sweet.

angel!reader…whose called an angel because she’s jess’ angel.

[romanteacism]

Knight Aemond x Princess Reader Innocent Touch

Synopsis: You and Ser Aemond are starting to come into a routine and each other's good graces until it is rudely abrupted. Warnings: None (yet), Aemond growing fonder of his station, ¿infatuation?, Slight Jealousy PREVIOUS PART / NEXT PART

“Who is this from?” You asked as a squire handed you another bouquet of flowers. Aemond resisted rolling his eyes as he watched you toy with the petals. He stood behind you as you and your brother sat in the gardens. “Lord Triston, Your Highness,” The squire bowed as he left. “I did not know Lord Tristan was courting you,” Your brother frowned and reached forward to take hold of the scroll placed in the middle of the bouquet. 

“This is the fifth one in three days; it’s quite excessive, is it not?” You pondered as you placed the bouquet on the side, not keen on the smell of roses. You turned to your brother, waiting for his response, but he was too busy reading the scroll— you would guess another poem that he had plagiarized from one of the great poets of the realm. “It’s quite a… bold poem he chose,” your brother frowned, and you shrugged, taking a bite of berries and cream cake. “Since when had he started courting you? I do not remember him asking for Father or I’s permission,” He stated, and you shrugged once more. “He began to send flowers, I believe, a week or so ago?” You said uncertain. “Do I recount right, Ser Aemond?” You turned to your knight for confirmation, slowly warming up to him once more as he had aided in a time of desperation. 

“Yes, princess.” He nodded, and your brother turned his gaze upon your sworn protector, seeing his stoic expression severe into a scowl. “I think it best you keep your distance from Lord Tristan,” Your brother said, glancing over the flowers he sent as well as the rather forward poem he had given. “Very well then,” You agreed, not at all attracted to the young lord who was known for his reputation as a rake.

“See to it that the lord does not bother my sister, Ser Aemond,” Your brother commanded as he stood. “Of course, my prince,” Ser Aemond bowed, agreeing without question as he, too, was unsettled by the lord’s quite fervent attention towards you. He had been noticing lord Tristan trailing you for the past few days, even going as far as walking down the halls of your wing at night. Of course, Aemond always stood guard, ready to challenge the lord. 

“I’ll see you at supper, sister,” your brother said, placing a chaste kiss on the top of your head before leaving. As he left, you placed a lemon tart onto a plate and raised it to offer to your knight. “No, thank you, princess. I had just eaten,” He said, and you nodded. 

“Was lady Davenport present during the last tea party I held?” You questioned Ser Aemond as your memory seemed to fail you, but you had learned your knight had a rather sharp one. “I do not believe so, princess,” He replied, trailing his eye around the gardens as he noticed the distant figure of lord Tristan staring at you from above. “Hm, this is the second session she has missed… I noticed that she has been absent in court as of late,” You mussed, not expecting a reply from your knight as you thought out loud. 

“I hear whispers that the lady Davenport is hiding a swollen belly beneath her dress,” Your knight then said, making your eyes widen, and you turned your body to look at him from where he stood behind you. Aemond bit his tongue as he saw the expression on your face. He does not care for gossip, but he did find your reactions to it quite amusing. “But she is not set to marry until a fortnight.” Ser Aemond shrugged as he imparted the talk he heard from the maids. You let out a breath of a laugh. “I always thought her intended was quite the traditionalist,” you muttered, and Aemond smirked, pondering if he should share the next piece of information he had overheard. “He is… but his brother is proven not.” He quietly added and bit his lip. “No!” You gasped in disbelief, turning to Ser Aemond once more, only for him to shrug again. “Again, these are only whispers I hear, princess,” He said, and you narrowed your eyes as an amused smirk rose to his lips that he could not control as he spoke. 

When Aemond removed his gaze from you, he noticed lord Tristan making his way towards your direction. “Princess, you are late for your meeting with your seamstress,” You turned towards the sun and saw that it was past its peak, “Oh, yes, of course,” You said and stood, going in the direction of your chambers and Aemond content as lord Tristan missed your presence. 

Ser Aemond stood guard outside your chambers as you were fitted for your gowns, passing his gaze through the hall and watching intently all the passersby. He clenched his jaw as he saw lord Tristan standing at the end of the hall, observing the commissioned portraits of you that were made each year for your name day. Aemond resisted the urge to roll his eye as lord Tristan inched his way towards your chambers. Aemond wore his most formidable expression as he was met with the lord. “I wish to seek an audience with the princess,” He said, voice dismissive. “The princess does not wish to be disturbed.” Ser Aemond replied curtly. 

He watched as the lord raised a pompous brow. “I do not believe you understood what I said— I seek an audience with the princess.” He gritted, and Aemond’s hold at the hilt of his sword tigtened. “I understand perfectly. It is you who does not comprehend that the princess does not wish to be disturbed.” Aemond resisted succumbing to his urges and showed great animosity towards the young lord. 

The door to your chambers opened, hindering either man from speaking. Your seamstress exited, and Aemond was quick to hinder the lord, who seemed to forget any sense of manners as he tried to force himself into the sanctity of your chambers. “My lord?” You questioned and turned to Ser Aemond, who had a deep scowl on his face. “Princess— I wish to speak with you,” lord Tristan bowed and threw a glare at your knight. “Oh, I am not receiving company at the moment, my lord. I—I wish to be alone.” You say quietly. “Have you received the flowers I sent?” The lord ignored your words, and Aemond’s jaw ticked as you two locked eyes, seeing apprehension in your gaze. “I have, thank you, lord Tristan… but if you would excuse me,” You curtsied and moved to close your door. Leaving your knight and the rather audacious lord. 

Aemond felt a pompous smirk rise to his lips as you shut and barred your door, the hopefulness in the lord’s eyes disappearing quickly. Aemond bit his lip as lord Tristan walked off in a huff. When you hear his departing footsteps, you unbarred your door and peeked your head out. “Is he gone?” You quietly asked your knight, staring up at him, “Yes, princess,” Aemond nodded, and you fully opened your chamber door. “He’s quite… boorish,” You muttered and took your kitten into your arms, cradling it as if it were a babe as you walked through the halls with your knight. “He certainly is, princess,” he agreed, looking towards the kitten who he had hidden days before. There was a glare in the feline’s eyes as Theodore was familiar with the man who had placed him in the confines of the mouth of a gargoyle. 

You hear your little kitten suddenly hiss, making you frown and run your fingers soothingly through your pet’s fur. “What’s wrong, my darling?” You cooed, looking down at Theodore, who continued to hiss. You doubled your efforts in trying to calm him, unaware that the man beside you was the reason for the agitated state of your kitten. You placed a kiss on his little head, and that seemed to be effective. Theodore slowly calmed down. Aemond bit his lip as he feared that his desperate actions would be known by you— implausible since no one bore witness to his actions, but you would certainly question why your pet would be upset whenever in the presence of Aemond.

You were too distracted as you tried to soothe your kitten, growing unaware of your surroundings and where you walked. Aemond sighed as this was a frequent occurrence; he circled his arm around your waist and guided your way. He bit his tongue as he was enveloped with your scent. At your close proximity, Ser Aemond scowled at the continuation of whining from your kitten. Aemond led you to your solarium, arm growing cold as he removed his hold from your waist. He stood guard by the door and listened to you cooing at your kitten. 

Ser Aemond stood straighter as he heard footsteps revealing your brother. “Is my sister in?” He questioned, and Aemond nodded curtly. “My prince,” He called before your brother entered. “Lord Tristan had been proved rather ungallant… just earlier today, he tried to force himself into the chambers of the princess to seek an audience with her even though he was told that she wishes to be alone.” Aemond had no trouble in tattling. He saw a severe frown on your brother’s face, and only when the prince frowned did Aemond finally see the resemblance between you and the prince. The prince hummed, thinking of a way to protect you further; it was silently known by the court that lord Tristan was persistent— stopping at nothing to acquire anything he wanted, and he usually resorts to ill ways to achieve it. 

“My sister’s safety is of utmost importance, Ser Aemond,” Aemond nodded, “I know… and I agree, my prince,” He agreed. “I shall have no choice but to add another guard to her station,” Aemond stilled at the prince’s words. “My—my prince, I am fully capable of protecting the princess,” He said, almost defensively. Your brother’s eyes widened, fearing that he had offended the knight. “Yes, of course— I would not entrust my sister in your care if you are incapable, but with lord Tristan sniffing around her, I fear you would need aid.” Aemond bit back his tongue, not wanting to speak out of turn. “Ser Adam shall accompany you during the day as an added guard to my sister, so no more run-ins like earlier shall occur.” Aemond gritted his teeth and gave a reluctant nod before opening the door for the prince. 

The following day, Aemond stood guard by your door and waited for you to start your morning. He stiffened at his spot as he heard the clank of armor and the image of Ser Adam taking his post on the other side of your door, a teasing smirk on his lips as he saw Aemond's annoyed face. “Ser Aemond,” He nodded in greeting, “Ser Adam,” Aemond gritted in reluctant courtesy. You opened your chamber doors, and two knights straightened their stances. You looked between your two guards, “Good morrow, Sers,” You greeted and walked off, your kitten in your arms and your two guards following you as you made your way to the gardens. 

The once soothing clang of Ser Aemond’s armor as he walked now turned into an annoying bang as his steps were matched with Ser Adam's. You looked down upon your pet cat, who rested calmly in your arms, still drowsy from his sleep. Aemond noticed your attention was placed on your kitten was more and placed his hand on the small of your back to lead your way, as always. Aemond caught the gaze of Ser Adam, the secondary knight raising a quizzical brow at him, but Aemond did his best to ignore his presence, trying to pretend that it was only you and him, just like days before. 

When in the gardens, Aemond moved to assist you to your chair, but Ser Adam beat him to it. He gritted his jaw as the kind ‘thanks’ that was meant to him was addressed to the other knight. As the day went on with Ser Adam accompanying the both of you— you offering him the same refreshments and chatter as Aemond and even gossiping with him, Aemond felt an odd twisting in his stomach that he did not care for. It was as if fire ants were crawling and biting at his skin, and some strong hand was twisting his gut and possibly even his heart. 

“Good night, Ser Adam,” You smiled as the knight went to retire for the night, much to Aemond’s relief. You and your sworn protector walked the halls to your room, and you noticed that he had been rather rigged the whole day— nothing odd, but you did notice that he was starting to unclench the past few days. “You’re scowling.” You mused as you two turned a hallway; Aemond glanced at you who observed his expression. “Am I, princess?” He asked, knowing full well he was.  Aemond feigned confused, as he did not want his annoyance to be revealed. “You are; you’ve had that line between your brows the whole day,” You say, and stood at the tip of your toes and trying to smoothen the furrow between his brows.

Aemond froze at your actions that were not mediated and thought about by yourself, forgetting your sensibilities as you invaded your knight’s personal space. You froze as you realized what you had done, quickly backing away, your cheeks heating at your actions, and felt embarrassment course through your veins. “I… I apologize,” you say, your voice just a squeak, and you hurriedly turn on your heels as you rush toward your chambers. Aemond battled through his shock and followed you through your chambers, the both of you uttering a quick and awkward ‘good night’ before you disappeared behind your door. 

Aemond stood at his post, breathing ragged as his hand fingers went to where you left your soft and burning touch. Aemond tried to calm his breathing, dismayed by his reaction. It was just an innocent touch, nothing to fuss over about, is it not? He rested the back of his head on the cold stone and tried not to let his thoughts be consumed by you even more. 

[bunji-enthusiast]

Could you do nsfw hc for Tristan and Lancelot with a fem so

𝐄𝐚𝐬𝐲 𝐄𝐲𝐞𝐬

Sypnosis [As written in the request]

Characters [Tristan Liones, Lancelot]

Note || this took me some time to think about because I didn’t want to stray from their personalities in these headcanons, lmaooo. The brain worms possessed me probably. Please read of your own volition.

Tristan Liones

He genuinely takes stride in ensuring your pleasure over his, as embarrassing to him, Tristan enjoys the look on your face when you blank out; brought over the edge. He burns that to memory pretty well.

Not to say he gets greedy himself too sometimes, with some general coaxing on your end—he gets a little more confident in going in at it himself. Of course, he will stop all notion to make sure your okay if you even let out any sort of pained sounds. Tristan may be a bit ebbed on the rough department but he won’t continue unless he knows you’re okay.

He isn’t necessarily iffy about the idea of control, he doesn’t mind if it’s him or you. But being with you right there, matters more to him.

Tristan likes thigh-riding, doesn’t matter which side or position but he really, really likes it. Mainly to him, it exudes a sense of itimacy and confidence compared to other positions.

He has a basic understanding and rough idea of sexual intimacy initially, but through you, and getting to—more or less explore you; he had gotten better at taking care of you. But he does like being on the receiving end of the pleasure if you absolutely prefer taking the lead.

Missionary is the classic but most earnest position for him.

Tristan really, and I mean—REALLY likes kissing you during the session. May as well be knocked breathless more often by the kisses then by anything else your feeling.

He takes consent and boundaries very seriously, if you are feeling unsure or uncomfortable then he will stop. No ifs, ands or buts.

Dearest Tristan has a possessive streak, he likes leaving a few marks here and there. But where it cannot be seen, he wants you to be saved from the embarrassment of that later on.

A huge, huge thing for praising. Both giving and receiving, he wants to know if he’s doing good. But also, he always lets you know how good you make him feel.

Tristan can have a pretty mature take on the moment, but he be pretty silly as well, it doesn’t always have to be a particularly bad thing. But it always catches you off guard when he says something random (what he says can be up to you) in the moment, which completely removes the romantic atmosphere of it.

He prefers doing it with you in the absolute privacy of the bedroom, but Tristan can also be feeling risky about doing it with you in semi-public spaces. For example; a forest. But he would rather die if you two got interrupted by someone else, then deal with the embarrassment of the aftermath.

Tristan isn’t a quickie person, he really isn’t. He prefers the slow and steady, more proper thence the quickness. It would just bother him way too much afterwards, Tristan likes taking his time in the moment with you; he likes getting to know how you feel.

He has a roughly more then average stamina, but Tristan last less if receiving; he is pretty sensitive.

Tristan can be quick to tease surprisingly, but he isn’t the kind to spell out mean words (irregardless of being a more punishing type, he just can’t do that). He prefers a gentle tone, if that makes sense.

Afterwards, he won’t go to sleep quickly, but he will ensure you feel okay and take care of you before he thinks about falling asleep himself. He can be pretty sleepy afterwards otherwise though.

Lancelot

With this mischievous bastard, there’s no being quiet. He likes hearing how you sound, he’s incredibly adept at hearing, so Lancelot wants to be sure you are feeling good. Lancelot will stop if you happen to be in pain, just from a pained sound. He doesn’t want to injure you or cause you any pain.

He doesn’t have any reservations about positions, but he’s incredibly iffy about ones you’ve had tried together. But that’s all he’s kept to himself.

Munch, he’s one of the biggest munches you’ll ever meet. Lancelot’s got tounge for days, and he’ll make sure you know that. He in particular gets real excited about your pleasure when you lock your legs around his head. He likes how you taste and he is not ashamed to admit that.

Akin to Tristan, he values consent and boundaries. Lancelot won’t at all make you feel ashamed for wanting to stop, if you want to stop then that’s what is happening.

Overstimulation is indeed on the table, he kinda likes how fucked out you look, even if he ends up overstimulating himself in the process. But he will bring you back from it in due time.

Mark him up, go for it! He likes seeing it, during or after; Lancelot relishes it. Not that he doesn’t have a possessive sense of self, but when it’s you? Oh hell yes.

He can be a pretty risky person, but Lancelot prefers it to be just him and you — without the risk of interruption.

Lancelot lasts for a decent amount of time, but when he feels tapped out—he’ll let you know; and vice versa.

His initial understanding and idea of sexual intimacy was mostly next to nothing at first, only that he knew it was something that happened with the consenting parties involved. But he never imagined he’d be able to do such a thing with you, he has nicer view of it thanks to you.

If you or him get all bothered by eachother; maybe one way or the other, he’ll definitely do something about it as quick as possible. Don’t wanna prolong it, unless if it’s necessary.

Absolutely no quickies, he seldom likes the idea, but if you don’t want the quickie then he doesn’t either. Alongside you, he likes being in the moment with you, without such a limited time period.

We know Lancelot, he can tease you to no end. He just genuinely likes seeing how red you can get because of it, especially during the session.

Lancelot is, overall, rather tender in bed with a teasing streak, but don’t be mistaken — he will leave you panting, and shaking from an earth-shattering orgasm. The fox knows how to please a woman, the experience overtime helped.

In the moment, he does ruin it by being silly, but that will extend most of the time during the session. You will never completely feel serious about it when it’s with him, a couple laughs here and there really do have him looking at you like your the light that shines down on the world.

Lancelot, despite having vague moments of impatience, can be incredibly patient when it comes to sex. He likes riling you up.

Similar to Tristan; Aftercare king. It’s so important to him, and Lancelot will never fail to provide, even if you didn’t do anything intense. He’ll massage your thighs to ease the shaking after you cum, he’ll clean up your mess and prepare a warm bath for you. While you bathe, he’ll clean the sheet. Honestly — best boyfriend.

[kendrysaneela]

I cannot WAIT for Max to realize that Avery and Tristan are dating now. He is gonna be SO WEIRD ABOUT IT. And his little repressed bisexual polyamorous ass will not be able to understand or verbalize why he’s so upset about it. Because that would require maturity and emotional intelligence this man does not possess. And he can’t even use HR as an excuse for his jealousy like Tristan did because Avery and Tristan are equal in terms of power dynamics. So he’s just gonna be fuming with jealousy he doesn’t understand and can’t verbalize but he’s gonna still try to do his whole polite gentleman thing. But he’s literally awful at pretending stuff doesn’t bother him so it’s gonna go so bad. It’s gonna be fabulous y’all. FABULOUS

[bullet-prooflove]

Anything That Truly Matters: Max Bankman x Tristan Silva x Reader

Tagging: @burningpeachpuppy @kmc1989 @ilariyalavorowrites @the-girl-who-used-to-write @i-wish-i-had-an-accent

Companion piece to:

The Photographer

It’s five in the morning when you creep into your cabin, exhausted from a night spent editing and organising pictures. Your eyes feel like they’re trying to burn their way out of their sockets and you’re filled with a sense of exhaustion that makes every step momentous. You can’t even be bothered to undress by the time you collapse onto the mattress because all you want to do is sleep.

You’re just starting to drift off when you hear the door open and two pairs of footsteps padding across the carpet.

Max and Tristan.

You usually return to your own cabin instead of Max’s after a formal night so you don’t wake the either of them. You know they have a long day with Wellness Week amping up and they both need their beauty rest.

“I love you both dearly.” You mumble into the pillow as you feel Max’s gentle hand on your ankle removing your shoes. “But I’m not up for any fun right now.”

“We know my love.” Tristan’s lips ghost over your ear as he draws down the zipper of your jumpsuit. “We’re here to take care of you.”

They undress you together, Max’s teasing fingers guiding the fabric from your body,  Tristan’s tender kisses lingering on your skin as his hands ghost over your flesh, warming it against the cold chill in the air.

The scent of patchouli floods your system. Max’s rich woody undertone mixed with the zest of Tristan’s fresh citrus as one of their t-shirts is draped over you, the material hugging your form.

“Come on baby.” Max whispers against your lips as he pulls back the sheets. “Let’s get you under the covers.”

Tristan’s already guiding you back down onto the mattress and you sigh contently as Max tucks the sheets in around you, enveloping you in a cocoon of comfort. His hand runs lightly over your hair as your breath starts to even out, your muscles relaxing.

“Tristan will be back to check on you in a while.” He murmurs and you grumble your acknowledgement, burying your face even further into the pillow.

It’s outside of the room that Tristan confronts Max because it’s usually the two of them that check in on you, that climb into bed alongside you for a nap or a little play before you disappear for another busy evening.

“I know what you’re doing.” He says with his hands on his hips as they stand close together in the corridor, their voices low. “You’re starting to pull away from her.”

“No, I’m…” Max sighs, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “The two of you haven’t had much time together recently and I want you to have that, to enjoy it in case…”

In case you do choose to leave.

“Max…” Tristan chides with a mirthless smile. “You can’t kid a kidder. I know this has to be breaking your heart, it’s breaking mine too but if you start to draw away from us, from her, you’re going to risk losing something wonderful, something that only comes around once in a lifetime.”

Max swallows hard against the ache in his chest. He spent an awful long time alone during his COVID isolation, his world was just one room, no human contact. It feels like that when he considers a life without you, without Tristian. A world devoid of colour, without joy.

“I love the two of you so much.” He finds himself telling Tristan as he looks into his eyes, his own stinging with emotion. “I don’t want to think about…”

He can’t bring himself to say the words, he knows that Tristan understands. He’s the only other person alive that could.

“I know it hurts.” Tristian whispers, his palm coming to rest on the space where Max’s heart resides, his thumb tracing tiny circles over the fabric of his shirt. It’s a gesture that soothes Max, that brings him back to the present when he goes back to that time, before you, before Tristan.  “Anything that truly matters always does.”

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COOKING BY THE BOOK .ᐟ

SYNOPSIS : baking with lancelot might seem fun, but you know what isn’t? not being able to bake. luckily, lancelot is a great teacher.

CONTAINS . . . 0.9k ; lancelot x fem!reader (black coded) ; fluff, established relationship, brutal honesty from lancelot, lancelot is a kitchen whizz like his dad!?? reader absolutely sucks at baking.

it’s a rainy saturday morning in the middle of autumn, the leaves have changed their colours and fall gracefully to floor, the drag of the wind sways the trees whilst the gentle pitter-patter of rain chills the air, creating an incredibly soothing atmosphere.

you’re home alone at the moment, taking that as an opportunity to satisfy the endless cravings of a homemade treat. padding down the hallway to your kitchen, you contemplate what you’ll be baking and how much of it.

you rummage through your cabinets, digging through for the ingredients, and once everything is set out on the table, you begin the preparations. it’s just cookies, how hard could it be to make them?

you get out two different bowls, one for the dry ingredients and the other for the wet. considering the past failures in your cooking endeavours, you make it a point to follow a recipe that your mother frequently uses. nothing can go wrong as long as you follow a recipe, right?

elsewhere, lancelot feels a shiver run down his spine, making him rub his shoulders in discomfort. noticing him shiver, tristan, who he’d just flung to the side like a ragdoll, sends him a nasty side-eye. “getting sick, lance? don’t tell me you’re bothered by a little rain.”

“shut up and worry about yourself, moron. i’m not the one who’s been sneezing non stop despite suggesting to train in this weather. besides, that idiot is probably in the kitchen.”

tristan scoffs and rolls his eyes. he doesn’t need to be told who ‘that idiot’ is; he knows it you. he finds it odd that lancelot refers to you in such a condescending way despite his apparent fondness of you. he guesses that’s just how he is.

lancelot cuts their sparring session short and quickly heads over to your house. to his dismay, he does see you cooking from the window. sighing, he opens the front door, and with no warning, a metal mixing bowl is thrown straight at him. he ducks, whipping his head to you with a flabbergasted look as the bowl lands outside with a loud clatter.

“dammit, woman, what the fuck was that for?”

“i thought you were an intruder…” you mutter apologetically. “why’re you here anyway? weren’t you supposed to be busy training today?” you usher him inside, going to get a spare towel to dry him off.

“i got the feeling you were doing something stupid.”

“what? the only thing i’m doing is literally just baking. what the hell are you talking about?”

“exactly my point. you’re shit at cooking and baking.”

“am not!”

“are too.”

“am not– oh, shit, the cookies!”

he shakes his head in disbelief. seriously, could you not go a day without almost burning down something? this is why he’s banned you from the kitchen.

he watches as you frantically hurry about looking for your oven mitts and when you do find them and pull out the cookies, they’re a little charred. “see what i mean? you’re shit at this.”

your bottom lip juts out in a pout. “it doesn’t look that bad.. besides, i followed the recipe, so it should be fine.”

lancelot takes one cookie and examines it. he bites into it and shakes his head again. “it’s over stirred and way too salty. the chocolate chips didn’t melt well either. you wasted a lot of ingredients.”

your shoulders slump. despite the truth in his words, his blunt dismissal of your hard work causes you to feel bad. you’d made a lot of cookies to take to him.

lancelot notices the drop in your mood and sighs lowly. he walks closer to you, patting your back. “hey, it’s fine. not everyone is good in the kitchen.”

his attempts to lift your spirits are futile, and he smacks himself internally. “hey, c’mon, i didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” his arm wraps around your waist. “you know i didn’t mean it that way.”

you’re slightly appeased by the physical contact, but still down. lancelot breaks away from the hug and goes to wash up the bowls that you’d used, and also retrieved the one that was still laying outside in the rain from your earlier assault. he looks the recipe and gets out the necessary ingredients.

“c’mere, sweet girl,” he beckons you over and you begrudgingly oblige.

“i’ll teach you how to bake these in exchange for your forgiveness. how does that sound?”

you sniffle but nod anyway. lancelot pats your hip and the both of you get to baking. he makes sure to walk you through the steps and aides you in stirring the batter, making sure that it’sthe right consistency.

“chocolate chip or plain?”

“..chocolate chip..”

lancelot can’t help but smile at your mumbled response. while he puts the cookies in the oven, you decide to make hot chocolate for the both of you. you add in minimal sugar but a lot of milk with just a few marshmallows, just the way he likes it.

whilst waiting for the cookies, the both of you clean up in silence and occasionally take a sip from your beverages. and about twenty five minutes later when the cookies are golden brown and crispy, lancelot takes out the cookies, leaving them to cool off for a bit.

“they smell good..” you murmur. lancelot chuckles, pecking your cheek. “i’m glad you think so. here, try one.”

he holds a cookie up to your lips and when you take a bite, you can’t help but melt.

“good, huh?” he grins smugly.

“yeah.”

the rest of the day is spent with the both of you cuddled up by the window, fast asleep. the cookies and your hot chocolate are gone. maybe you should bake more often– with lancelot’s help of course.

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[puxaagam]

Okay, remember how i said "no comment"?, i lied and i'm making a separate post even tho i don't normally do this so bare with me. Bc this audio is so, so interesting not many VAs pull this SJSNDN

Tristan didn't go on vacation with his girlfriend because he figured he "had to be there for" Gumpy, technically pausing a life choice only to be with them. He left a gaming night with his girlfriend to go for Gumpy and you hear him say to his gf "no I won't stay over tonight, i promise" which is makes it clear he has stayed with Gumpy for the past days a lot, and that is something that bothers his gf. Even in a secure relationship the fact that your partner constantly prioritizes their best friend over you and your time as a couple is bad. And if you ask me it even edges the lines of emotional cheating.

Besides how oblivious Tristan is to how his girlfriend is quite literally pulling away and feels clearly left to the side, because even they see how weird his relationship with Gumpy is.

I understand Gumpy not being safe and needing some help from Tristan. But supporting is one thing, and choosing to pause your life for someone else is another. Gumpy is an adult and they have to realize that because they and Tristan are not a couple, their life cannot be so intertwined and Tristan love life with his girlfriend, a person who he's committed to, cannot be left on hold because of how unstable Gumpy is.

I repeat, supporting your best friend is one thing, but choosing over and over to put your girlfriend in second place for your best friend is another. As a best friend, there's only so much you can and should be willing to do.

And as for the theory of cheating i saw people mention, that the GF might have cheated in Greece, this is of course plausible (you never know with Saku), but i don't believe it. The moment she came back she suggested a trip, only her and Tristan, no phones, no distractions, only them. Don't focus only on the fact that she was "weird", but that she was weird AND suggested a trip with only them, no technology. Those kinds of trips are the kind that a couple does to reconnect with each other. It makes me think she did some reflection and realized she does not like how intertwined Tristan and Gumpy's life is and how they literally act as if they were together. She is likely not satisfied with how the relationship is and either suggested the trip as a sort of test, or wanted the trip to finally get time with Tristan, only them, and have some reassurance.

I AM NOT SAYING TRISTAN OR GUMPY ARE BAD PEOPLE. What I'm saying is that they're both making bad choices. And I'm honestly not a fan of the trope of two best friends who are clearly in love but for some reason don't get together and end up hurting everyone they date. LIKE DAMN JUST DATE EACHOTHER.

AND ALSO. Yes, i do think the majority of faults go to Tristan for neglecting his relationship , BUT but BUT, you just can't, in good conscience still recur to your bff when you know he's putting a part of his life on hold for you. You just don't do that. I get it's your best friend and all, but how oblivious can you be to the fact you're being a burden in someone else's life?, that you're clearly causing strain in his life? Gumpy really needs to do some reflection and get a therapist to lean on, someone who actually gets paid to listen and be there for you, and not be so dependent on your best friend.

(phew i managed to put out most of my thoughts LOL).

[mauve-ic]

Ok so, a week ago I made a post saying I would maybe do a redesign of Lancelot. Here it is, a bit failed because I had an exam week in the last 7 days so don't pay attention to Lancelot, less than failed, face.

First of all, I made him have an undershirt because my poor baby must be so cold in winter. It was gifted by Tristan who had the same reasoning as me. It's a white shirt with long sleeves, with little details in red on the arms. The wings drawing and details are made with silver strands ( in one of the books of the Arthurian Legend, I think it was in Tristan and Iseult, we can see a character sewing a piece of their own hair into the thread they're using for embroidery. I think it would add to their closeness if Tristan do it.) The drawings on the back are to symbolise his mother's side ( and because it's extremely funny to me to have a sort of coquette undershirt when the whole style is badass as f ).

I didn't put the buttons on his sweatshirt because it didn't make any sense to have any. Other than that I didn't change anything.

I made him have a blue collar like in his fox self because I thought it was cool to have it but I didn't know where it was coming from.

Of course FANGS. He has a fox appearance, his father has fangs, so I want him to have some too. Again with his father's genes, he's tall, very tall, 2m02 at least.

Now to the technical alterations.

We cannot see it clearly but I made him have arm protections on the interior of his (usual) spot for arrows. On both arms because he should be able to use his bow in both ways since he learnt to be ambidextrous.

I made him have a sort of glove to protect his fingers while pulling on the string of his bow, it's a protection we use nowadays but even before I think. Something we only use now ( still I think because I'm not an historian but I didn't find any information on it, maybe because I only know the name of it in french, but even when I looked up archery accessories it didn't pop up so if anyone knows what it's called in English please tell me), it's a little string which attach to your index finger and your thumb so even if you let go of your bow ( which you're supposed to do while pulling on the string), you don't lose it. Again, I made him have both on both hands since he should be able to shoot in both ways.

His fox self ( even if we can't really tell here ) is really red, and he looks more like a fox and bigger. I didn't change that his eyes are closed, because I don't want another look at this nightmare which is a fox with human eyes ever again.

To finish, I'm going back to the undershirt. The little details on the sleeve are just a decorative choice. But the ribbons have a purpose, still to make it look coquette but also to make the shirt more fitting. If I learnt one thing with my 6 years of archery is that you shouldn't be shooting an arrow if you're wearing baggy clothes: a dress, a sweater, a little too big shirt, it will have a risk of getting stuck in the string. Even more if you don't shoot with both feet on the ground and with a good position. Lancelot does stunts and acrobatics all the time, it would be more likely to happen to him than me or any other archer now. I made the ribbons longer to be able to see it but he would probably just stick it in his trousers to not be bothered by it. I see Lancelot as someone very practical: he has the same clothes from 6 years ago, he has nothing else on him than practical things like incantation orbs or weapons. In my headcanons, it would be the liones royal family who would take care of him while he searches for Jericho and Dubs, to remind him he is still a kid even if he has responsibilities.

Please notice me if there is anything wrong or if you have something to add because I didn't re read myself and I would love to talk to someone about a subject I like (:

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Massive thank you to @butternutt613 for helping spawn this into creation. Lol 💜

Behind the Garden Wall

Prologue to What We Sow | T | Tristan x oc!Adam | 2253 words

tags: fluff | some angst | star crossed lovers? trope | gay panic

ao3

A secret fling, and discovering a new thing or two the year before Tristan came into his magic. Just another muggle summer.

“Why are you pacing like that?” Alexander’s teacup clattered against the table as he set it down. “Bloody hell, could you stop? It’s annoying.”

Tristan couldn’t be bothered. Annoying his eldest brother was rather low on his list of concerns at the moment. His steps wound back around to the towering panes of the upstairs parlor, and he risked another glance into the garden below. The landscaper’s son—who’d been aiding his father over the course of the summer—locked eyes with him instantly. The stupid boy seemed to always know exactly where Tristan was, especially when he didn’t want to be seen.

He had to be a year older, right? Maybe two? Tristan had been intentionally avoiding him. He knew nothing beyond his name being Adam and that he was absolutely stunning. He hadn’t even particularly cared about the boy’s presence until this morning. 

That bloody dream. Tristan stopped chewing at his nail, instead pressing a finger to his lip subconsciously at the memory. He wasn’t sure if he was bothered more that he’d had such a risque dream about a gardener or a boy. Either way, he’d be quick to fall out of his father’s good graces (if he was ever there to begin with.)

Adam shot him a sweet smile, paired with an inconspicuous little wave. It sent a jolt up Tristan's spine, and his eyes widened at his own reaction. He turned on his heel, darting back toward his brother and draining his cup of tea. When had his throat gone so dry?

Alexander stared, bewildered. “What is wrong with you right now?”

“Nothing,” Tristan said quickly. “It’s nothing. I’m fine.”

The chair scraped the floor—in a manner that would likely cause their mother to faint—as Alexander stood and strode toward the window. He seemed baffled for a moment.

“There’s nothing down there. Just Simon and…” Alexander trailed off. “Why does Simon’s boy keep looking up here?”

Shrugging, Tristan poured himself another cup and continued his pacing. “They’re nice windows.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

Over the next week, Tristan managed every excuse under the sun to find himself in the garden. It was a quick jaunt around the fountain and back at most. The walks quelled the impulsive need to further explore his curious—and concerning—new thoughts. He wasn’t entirely sure what he was getting out of it or if he was hurting himself rather than helping. Tristan had never even spoken to Adam—but not for lack of trying. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth every time he passed the blonde.

Adam greeted him the same way that day as he had all the others before—a simple ‘Young Master Alvarez,’ coupled with a dazzling smile. Tristan nodded in response and carried forward as usual. He smiled back, right? He couldn’t remember.

Seated on the edge of the fountain, Tristan pulled a book from his satchel—an excuse to linger this time—and thumbed through till he found where he’d left off. He was awful at remembering a bookmark, and his father would strike him down had he even thought to crease the corner of the page.

A glimpse around found Adam tending a flowerbed a short distance away, pale green eyes already trained on Tristan. The boy flushed red as the carnations below him and hurriedly fixed his sights back on his task. Tristan ducked his head toward his novel and bit down on his lip, stifling the smile threatening to split his face. The fluttering in his gut set his nerves on end. 

The pair frequently caught each other’s gaze near the fountain for days after. Tristan never finished his book.

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

Every day, the same greeting, the same gorgeous smile. He made sure to smile back.

Tristan shuffled where he sat against the fountain. He’d finally reached the final few pages of the novel he’d been so diligently neglecting, and he was determined to finish it before lunch. It was a good book, truly. He’d just had a terrible habit of finding entertainment elsewhere as of late.

After nearly two weeks, Tristan’s fingers finally won the opportunity to turn to the final page. Just in time, as well, seeing as it was nearly lunch. A beat later, a pair of worn, dirt-spotted boots stepped into view, startling Tristan from the final paragraph. He glanced up toward a halo of blonde curls reflecting the high-noon sun and pastel green eyes not quite looking him in the face.

“Young Master?” Adam wrung his hands behind his back.

“You can call me Tristan,” he blurted. “Away from prying ears, that is.”

“Okay—Tristan,” Adam repeated with a nervous smile. Lord Almighty, but his name sounded lovely from that boy’s mouth. “I have something I’d like to show you, if that’s alright?”

Tristan blinked owlishly. “Alright,” he said hesitantly, slipping the book back into his satchel and standing to trail behind Adam. Their trek took them further into the garden, past the walls of the secluded portion his mother was having redone. The portion that was currently off limits.

It was coming along well, truthfully. Flora lined the walls, stretching up into the pergola overhead in a wonderful array of color. A small smile played at his lips as he took in the rich, earthy scent. “Why the sneak peek? I’m not supposed to be in here, you know.” Tristan asked dubiously.

“I know, I’m sorry. I just…wanted to show you. I thought you might enjoy it.” Adam grinned sheepishly. “We won’t get caught—everyone steps away for the lunch hour. It’s only us here.”

‘It’s only us here.’ Tristan swallowed hard, his mouth uncomfortably dry. “Ah—right.”

Adam stepped closer—much closer—and opened his mouth to speak before snapping it shut once more and putting his hands on his hips. His brow furrowed as he attempted to work out what he wanted to say. Tristan hadn’t noticed before just how much taller Adam was, but he certainly noticed it as he was staring up at him now.

Standing this close, in fact, Tristan could also see a light smattering of freckles under the mild, but ever-present, sunburn across his nose. He could see just how long his pale lashes were—long enough to brush the tops of his cheeks with each slow blink. It took everything in him not to stare as Adam’s tongue dipped out to wet his lips.

“Am I presuming too much?” Adam asked finally, his voice low.

Tristan frowned, not quite following. “I suppose that depends on what you’re presuming.”

With a soft hum, Adam brought his hands up, brushing his thumbs along Tristan’s jaw. “That maybe you wonder how my lips taste as much as I do yours,” he rasped and leaned closer, brushing their noses together.

The air left Tristan’s lungs so fast he thought he might be faint. He was on his toes in an instant, closing the space between them and sealing Adam’s lips against his own. Tristan clung desperately to the front of his shirt, knuckles white and head spinning.

Both gasped for air as they broke apart—Adam attempting to give chase as the heels of Tristan’s feet hit the ground once more. He laughed breathlessly and kissed the tip of Tristan’s nose. His smile was so sweet, Tristan thought he might cry.

“Well?” Adam looked at him expectantly.

Mind still a bit fuzzy, Tristan only looked up at him questioningly. A mischievous grin crept across Adam’s face. “Did I taste as good as you hoped?” he asked, tracing a finger along the curve of Tristan’s lip.

Dear God, this boy was trying to kill him. “Better,” he giggled.

“We should sneak you back out of here,” Adam sighed after a moment. “I promised we wouldn’t get caught.”

Caught. The reality of what just happened began to settle over Tristan in harsh clarity. “Yes. Right.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

“You’re late,” Adam chastised heatlessly.

“Yes, yes. I know.” Tristan was already falling into the grass and tucking himself into the boy’s side with their meal in tow.

They’d spent the last three weeks sneaking back to their hideaway during the lunch hour, sprawled out under the pergola. Some days were spent talking endlessly, baring their souls to one another and swapping stories. Other days, they simply basked in each other’s presence, sharing quiet kisses and soft whispers.

Still munching on the last bite of his sandwich, Adam stretched out onto the lawn, tugging a giggling Tristan down with him. “I realized I never asked you,” he started, swallowing the bite and propping himself onto an elbow. “How was that book?”

Perplexed, Tristan shook his head slowly. “What book?”

“The one you kept bringing to the fountain,” Adam chuckled. “You finished it, yeah?”

Tristan frowned. “Oh. No, I actually haven’t.”

“What? Why?” Adam’s brow furrowed, confused. “Weren’t you on the last page?”

Why, indeed?

It was just one paragraph, yet he couldn’t seem to bring himself to finish the damned thing. If he was honest with himself, he’d acknowledge it was because he’d come to associate the book with Adam. With this. With the fact that it will all inevitably come to an end. With the way his heart will break when it’s all said and done.

Tristan had no interest in being honest with himself.

“I’ve been rather preoccupied,” he answered, quirking a brow at Adam.

“For an hour a day,” Adam snorted. “You could’ve finished it by now.”

“I don’t think you’re accounting for the rest of my free time, which is entirely consumed by thinking of you,” Tristan chided. “You are actually incredibly distracting.”

It almost seemed wrong, seeing such a devilish grin plastered across such an angelic face—heaven above, did Tristan love it. He could feel his pulse rising rapidly with each bit more that Adam pressed into his body. 

“May I distract you further?” his breath ghosted Tristan’s lips.

“Please.”

Fingers intertwined, Adam pressed Tristan’s hands into the grass above him and locked him in a searing kiss. He swung a leg over to seat himself properly against Tristan’s hips, exploring the boy’s mouth greedily when he gasped in surprise and swallowing every noise that followed.

“Tristan?” a voice called out from opposite the wall.

Saliva trailed between the pair as they broke apart. Eyes wide, they desperately scrambled away from each other. Alexander rounded the corner and slowed his pace, glancing between Adam and Tristan—who looked very much separated, and very much guilty.

“There…you are.” Alexander frowned, clicking his tongue and hiking his hands onto his hips. “Huh.”

Tristan was already on the brink of tears. Or perhaps vomiting. He couldn’t even look at Adam, knowing he’d be in significantly more trouble than himself. His head was spinning, trying to decide the best excuse he could fabricate to—

“Damn it all. I suppose I owe Theo fifty after all,” Alexander grumbled.

“You—” Tristan blinked, vexed by the response. “What?”

Alexander rolled his eyes with a huff. “Theo insisted you fancied boys. I told him he was full of it. He bet me fifty, I took the challenge.” He narrowed his eyes. “And now you owe me fifty.”

If he weren’t already crying, Tristan might’ve laughed. His brother already knew there was something wrong with him—so assuredly that he’d been willing to bet on it. Lovely. A hushed sob escaped him, and his fists clenched at his side. What was he even supposed to say to that?

“Tristan, you look terrified.” Alexander’s face softened as he eyed both of them. “I’m not going to tell anyone. I couldn’t possibly.” Adam remained silent, moving to wrap his hands around Tristan’s. Alexander watched with a small, reassuring smile. 

“Look, we can speak more later. Mother is home early. I’ll keep her occupied, and you can finish your…lunch,” Alexander gestured vaguely to the empty meal container abandoned on the lawn. He shook Adam’s hand quickly and clapped him on the shoulder before dismissing himself back to the estate.

The garden was still for a long moment in his brother’s absence.

 “I…I was ready to go down in flames for you just now.” Adam pulled Tristan close and cupped his cheeks in his hands, eyes roaming his face with fierce intensity. “I was ready to shoulder the blame and not think twice,” he whispered, sounding almost shocked.

Tristan laced his fingers through Adam’s and kissed his wrist. “I wouldn’t have let you.”

-ˋˏ ༻❀❀❀༺ ˎˊ-

The last week of August. Tristan had been dreading the impending doom of it for weeks, willing it away. It came anyway.

In the evening, before his departure, Adam snuck away with him. One last passionate kiss—one last stolen moment—tucked away behind the wall in the garden.

He’d spent the past half hour staring from the parlor window into the garden. Quiet and still, aside from the late summer breeze shuffling a few leaves. Simon would be back come morning. Ten O'clock, on the dot. It never mattered much to him before, and now it frustrated him.

Blinking back the fresh set of tears threatening to fall, Tristan finally pulled his gaze from the garden and skimmed the room lazily. His eyes landed on that damned book, sitting on the table nearest the window. He seated himself, pulling the book toward him and flipping to the last page. 

Tristan read the last paragraph slowly, deliberately, imprinting it into the memory of the summer as he had the rest of the book. A book in which the protagonist never once told his sweetheart how he felt—knowing one day they’d be separated.

And in that last line, a thought, never spoken aloud.

‘My dear, I love you.’

[walnutsxblacklicorice]

as the foremost custodian and authority on elizamona (thank you for your service 🫡), i need to ask:

how long do you think the countess and ramona were together before she turned her? i find it hard to imagine she would want to wait too long (she didn't with tristan)... but maybe for ramona she would?

love ur blog and fics <3

first of all, you have no idea how excited this ask made me 😭 i'm so sorry for the late reply, i just saw it today but i feel very honored by these titles and thank you so much for your kind words 🥹❤️

now, i'm about to geek out so this will probably get long 😂 but please let me know what you think!

okay so, i've thought about this often and i think there are a couple of factors that play into it. i find it a bit hard to quantify it into days/weeks/months bc feelings can develop so quickly, it's hard for me to estimate.

however, the biggest clue for me on what elizabeth waited for before she turned her is how she told mo "she must've really loved you" after ramona turned him. to me that implies that ramona didn't agree to be turned until she loved elizabeth to the point where she knew she wanted to be with her forever. so like turning and getting turned was a proof of love for ramona.

which of course leaves the question, how soon did ramona fall in love with elizabeth to where they exchanged their "i love you"s and all that?

this is the part that depends on multiple factors, in my opinion (and thus i have imagined so many different scenarios that it's hard to give a definitive answer):

1. how quickly did ramona come to terms with her queerness? (based on angela's assumption that she thought of herself as straight before she met elizabeth)

maybe she didn't really care and accepted it quickly, maybe she was worried about her career and family/friendships being impacted. i usually imagine that it took her a second to come to terms with it bc of the threat of homophobia, but that how safe and loved she felt whenever she was with elizabeth overshadowed that fear soon enough. (and she let go of her career soon anyway so that wouldn't have been a factor for long)

2. how soon did she find out/understand that elizabeth is a vampire and how did she react to it? was she scared? intrigued? repulsed? enticed? all of it?

i have imagined many different scenarios of this. my favorite version is that elizabeth was open about it from the start but ramona didn't take her quite seriously and just kind of played along with her "shtick" bc she did like the idea of vampires. then maybe when she realized elizabeth was serious, she freaked out a bit but again, she already had feelings for elizabeth strong enough that she came around after a bit.

personally, i always struggle to imagine how people who aren't already lusting for blood would react to the fact that elizabeth not only kills people to live but takes joy in it 😂 i always wonder how that played out in ramona's head, but clearly, if she minded, she didn't mind for long 😂

then again, ramona was quite willing to do whatever it takes to achieve the lifestyle she wanted. maybe that also translated to her not minding bloodlust as long as she got to live the fancy life she wanted to live with elizabeth.

but yeah, i wonder how elizabeth made her realize, "no babe this is for real" and if it was before or after they'd confessed their love for each other.

3. the last thing i sometimes wonder about is at what point elizabeth told ramona about bartholomew. this isn't as big a factor to me as the other two but i do feel like it connects to them falling in love with each other the same way as the vampire confession. like when did elizabeth trust her enough to share that? again, was it before or after they'd already confessed their love for each other? if she waited too long, did it bother ramona?

she doesn't seem too fond of kids but it's not like elizabeth made her play mother anyway and the way ramona talks to bartholomew does suggest they had a loving relationship at some point.

so yeah, i know this is really more questions than an answer 😭 but to come to a point, i agree with you that while she would probably want to make ramona's hers asap, she would wait with her. from ramona's conversation with donovan about choice (and of course how enthusiastic ramona looked in the scene where she got turned) i think it's clear that elizabeth waited until ramona was absolutely ready and wanted to be turned.

how quickly did they fall in love love? they're gay, probably pretty quickly. i'd give them between a week and a couple of months but probably 2-3 months at most (i'm gonna just admit i'm very bad at estimating time).

[bunji-enthusiast]

Can I request Tristan Liones and Lancelot with a fem reader who’s a giant and a huge foodie?

Absolutely! 👍🏻

Tristan Liones

This nephilim gets along with you very easily, as he does get along with most of his female friends better then people of the same gender as him. Though he finds it very cool you happen to be a giant, as you remind him of his aunt Diane. Tristan praises you very highly when he does speak with her, Diane is very amazed but also relieved to see that other races can still get along with Giants despite what happened in the past.

Tristan highly indulges in your habits as a foodie, and always suggests various restaurants and places he comes across as he thinks the food at each of these places are absolutely amazing. Though he always takes into consideration of that fact that you are a giantess, and tries to recommend such places he is completely sure of the fact they are friendly to giants.

He personally thinks that being a foodie is a completely normal thing, and does often join you on your food adventures. Tristan is always up for trying new things, virtually not a lot of things scare him, so he joins you every time when he can.

Sometimes he ends up riding on your shoulder, flying is fun for him too, but he likes riding on your shoulder so he can converse with you. Tristan can never hear the end of the latest food fads, he knows the latest information and about food itself all because of you, he thinks it pretty useful though for certain situations.

You and Tristan on certain days take time to yourselves to go out and enjoy yourselves, the very first place you go to though? The forests for hunting, you may be a foodie but you also enjoyed the thrill of the hunt, it is a reward. Tristan will never understand, but he likes to make it fun by racing you for how many animals you can hunt down.

Most likely you finish your; breakfast, lunch and dinner way before he does, you simply love it too much not to wait. You are patient however, waiting for him to be done so you can move on to the next thing in your day.

Though despite eating food as a hobby, you always saved the food you liked best for Tristan so you could offer him some to try. You always get a beaming grin and a thumbs-up in the end, you can't tell if it's just him being nice though.

Lancelot

It was in meeting you to be one of the unexpected things in his life so far, but he got used to you pretty quickly. Lancelot thought your hobby for food was very endearing, so he ends up taking a lot of your suggestions about restaurants and other recipes to heart, he always remembers them.

Somehow it becomes like clockwork, he actually somehow always has a snack for you if you mention that you are hungry (his ass does NOT do that for anyone else).

Despite your being as a giantess, it doesn't really bother Lancelot that you are. He thinks of you the same and normal he would anyone else, Lancelot knows full well how it feels. So he never brought it into question, just treating you the same.

Lancelot makes it a challenge always to race you for how many ingredients of live animals that you can gather whenever you come across a densely populated forest, you two always do this and it's become a thing of habit. Or more so something just for the two of you to do, a comfortable routine of familiarity.

Even if he doesn't express it, he thinks its really cool that you are a giant. Lancelot is envious that you can get somewhere quicker then he does in just a few steps, and even asks to ride on your shoulder from time to time. Albeit subtly however.

[duckielover151]

I know I've mentioned on here that I've watched 911 (formerly of Fox, now of ABC) since its first season. I recently started watching Doctor Odyssey (new show about the medical team on a cruise ship) because they're about to have a crossover episode.

I'm just having some thoughts on Doctor Odyssey that I wanted to share. I just finished episode three... It's all right. I'm not hating it... But I'm definitely not loving it either.

It's one of those instances where I kind of want to touch bases with people who have different perspectives. Because I don't think it's just my aro/ace-ness shining through... I like to think I can be objective in spite of that. But the sexual tinge they're going for just really ruins the show for me a lot of the time.

I just really can't tell if it's just a new show getting its sea legs. But the characters don't feel... complete. They feel like outlines of characters. Tristan is almost like a caricature of the playboy-type guy. Which pairs weirdly with Max, the doctor, who's meant to be attractive and smart and just a little too good at everything. (So basically, both our main men are meant to be the type of guys everyone falls for.) And damn if Avery isn't giving off such Token Girl vibes so far.

The theme for episode 3 is that all the guests on this cruise are recovering from plastic surgery, and Avery gets into some trouble for being really rude to... basically everyone about that. She doesn't approve of this kind of cosmetic surgery. Or at least is very critical of the societal pressures that lead to people feeling they need to go out and surgically alter themselves to be happy.

It's very classic, fiery feminism, basically. (Which, oddly enough, feels like it's own kind of caricature in this day and age.) Which is really, really not vibing for me with the love triangle. That's the thing about writing female characters. You can give her the best dialogue in the world... and still treat her like shit. Actions speak louder than words and all that.

I'm just really hating that... 1) it feels super forced. I'm not feeling any particular chemistry between Avery and either of the guys. (When she put her hand on Max's chest and then his face in this episode... I literally thought she was about to reveal that he was coming down with a fever or something. It did not feel like the build-up to the sexual thing it turned into.) But 2) I feel like things always heat up when she's having a weak moment. And that is so not what you want to build a relationship off of.

The premise for this show feels like a rough sketch for a generic, angsty YA romance, actually. Maybe that's what's really bothering me. These character dynamics feel old-fashioned. Is it just me?

(Or does it get better?)

(And actually, there is one character I really like. The captain is fantastic. He very much gives me the feel of a ringleader, and this cruise is his circus.)

[goodgrac3s]

                     since  her  latest  rude  wake  up,  katherine  is  trying  to  form  a  habit  of  keeping  her  phone's  sound  on  when  she  sleeps.  it's  a  bother,  to  say  the  least,  but  it  hasn't  rang  as  obnoxiously  as  it  does  now,  at  2  in  the  morning.  she  deflects  when  it  rings  once,  but  when  it  rings  twice,  she  picks  it  up  with  a  grunt,  eyes  still  closed.  she  doesn't  supress  the  sigh  that  slips  out  of  her  lips  as  she  turns  it  off,  snuggling  back  against  her  sheets  but  it  is  to  no  end.  it  takes  her  ten  minutes  of  tossing  and  turning  to  know  that  the  way  her  heart  is  racing  won't  stop  until  she  deals  with  this  shit.  she  doesn't  notice  she's  wearing  one  of  his  leftover  shirts  until  she's  already  driving  downtown,  so  it  is  promptly  hidden  by  her  furry  jacket  —  it's  still  fucking  cold  —  which  stays  on  even  as  she  walks  down  the  fluorescent  lit  halls  of  the  hospital. 

her  pulse  may  be  running  still,  the  memory  of  the  last  bad  news  she  received  bitter  in  her  mouth,  but  she  schools  her  features  into  an  impassioned  face  as  she  approaches  the  bed  assigned  to  tristan.  there's  no  other  mourners,  and  she  doesn't  know  if  she's  supposed  to  be  glad  by  the  solitude  —  has  his  siblings  been  texted  yet?  katherine  already  knows  that  this  will  be  another  thing  to  befall  on  her  responsability.  fuck  the  day  she  offered  him  to  take  the  spot  of  his  emergency  contact,  coyly  saying  how  she's  cool  under  pressure  and  he  loves  no  one  better  in  this  city.  now  this  is  biting  her  in  the  ass,  isn't  it?  "so  you're  alive."  arms  cross  against  her  chest  as  she  stares  down  at  him.  "do  i  need  to  call  a  nurse  to  tell  me  what  happened  or  you'll  tell  me?"

w. @illuminvtes

[joseopher]

The Atlas Six Halloween Headcannons👻

Nico

Loves decorating the apartment

Still goes tricker-treating as an adult

ADORES CANDY

He has the goofiest costumes

WANTS THE OTHER ATLAS SIX TO GO TRICKER-TREATING WITH HIM🥺

(even if it means he has to use ✨extreme force✨)

Gideon has to put a limit on how much candy he's allowed because otherwise, he'll get an INTENSE sugar rush and his powers will threaten to bring down the city

However, when Nico does get sugar rushes, afterwards the chaos he gets really tired and woozy from all the magic he used and he curls up with Gideon, mumbling about how much he loves him

Gideon always excuses this by thinking that Nico is just dazed so it obviously doesn't mean anything

But if Gideon occasionally lets Nico break the sugar limit...who can blame him🤷

Libby

Does not go tricker-treating and thinks Nico is a child for doing so

She does dress up in very casual costumes

Mostly spends her Halloween studying but oh...this year Nico ropes her into his shenanigans because he wants to see her

...

I mean, wants to see her suffer (lying)

She likes dark chocolate PROVE ME WRONG!!!'

She steals all of Nico's chocolate in revenge after he bothers her

(Nico holds a funeral for his chocolate, it is very sad)

Parisa

She uses Halloween as an opportunity to go to exclusive parties filled with the richest of guests and seduce them, both for chaos and money

Somehow has invitations to every gala and celebration

This becomes more difficult when the other Atlas Six (Nico) are intent on following her around like puppies (it's really just Nico) because they think they should all trick or treat together (Nico please, she's trying to be edgy and mysterious)

Reina

She is not doing anything for Halloween fuck off

Oh? Whose this?

Why it's Nico, of course! And what's this with him?

Oh! His big sad puppy dog eyes.

And his ability to chant please until she goes tricker-treating with him

Tristan

Slams the door in Nico's face

Locks the door

Bolts the door

Puts a chair in front of the door

He is not going to do something fun, he needs to brood

One explosion and a plastic set of vampire teeth later, Tristan is trudging behind Nico on this fantastic Halloween night.

Callum

@asimplesweettart said this Callum headcanon on the ta6 discord and I thought IT WAS PERFECT, so naturally I had to include it~

Nico comes to Callum's door, Callum opens it before he can knock

Oh, Nico wants to go tricker-treating? Why, of course, Callum will come, it sounds delightful.

No, he doesn't need a costume, he's already in one. Don't you see it?

No? Pity.

(Callum's costume was the clothes he wore the day that Tristan tried to kill him)

(He is pretending he is totally fine but he actually feels like he might throw up so hopefully Tristan will have the same reaction. Peak Halloween Festivity💖)

[u2fangirlie-blog]

Good Omens Aziraphale's Sad Bastard Breakup Playlist

After the breakup, Aziraphale has a new job in heaven, having taken Gabriel’s vacant position. Aziraphale is haunted by sad music reminding him of his time with Crowley. The songs are dramatic, tragic, melancholic, angry, wistful, romantic, and sentimental. How does he listen to music at his new job in the head office? Are material objects allowed? Does he keep a secret stash of tea, cake, and records and a phonograph player in his office? Does he have a celestial radio that can tune in Earth radio stations? Does he sneak off to Earth to hang out in record shops and bookstores? Or more dramatically and emotionally torturously, does he remember every note, every nuance, every feeling, of every song and replay them in his mind? He's stuffing his face with angel food cake and tea while crying and listening to sad bastard songs and hiding from Michael and the Metatron.

See note after list on song selection process.

Songs include:

“Lacrimosa” – Mozart, Requiem in D Minor, Vienna Mozart Orchestra

“Commendatore” – Mozart, Don Giovanni, Amadeus film soundtrack

“Ja, tot katoramu vnimala” – Rubenstein, The Demon, Nicolai Ghiaurov

“D’amour l’ardente flemme” – Berlioz, The Damnation of Faust, Maria Callas

“Liebestod” – Wagner, Tristan and Isolde, Waltraud Meier

“Ach ich fuhls” – Mozart, The Magic Flute, Gundula Janowitz

“Thy hand, Belinda … When I am laid in earth” – Purcell, Dido and Aeneas, Janet Baker

“E lucevan la stelle” – Puccini, Tosca, Placido Domingo

“Celeste Aidia” – Verdi, Aida, Mario Lanza

“Ich bin der Welt abhanden gekommen” Mahler, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Der Wanderer” – Schubert, Dietrich Fischer-Dieskau

“Love is a Plaintive Song” – Gilbert and Sullivan, Patience, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” – Gilbert and Sullivan, The Gondoliers, D’Oyly Carte Opera Company

“The Gentleman is a Dope” – Rodgers and Hammerstein, Allegro, Blossom Dearie

“A Hymn to Him” – Lerner and Lowe, My Fair Lady, Rex Harrison

“Could I Leave You?” – Sondheim, Follies, Alexis Smith

“We Do Not Belong Together” – Sondheim, Sunday in the Park with George, Bernadette Peters and Mandy Patinkin

“On My Own” – Schonberg, Les Misérables, Frances Ruffelle

“As Long as He Needs Me” – Bert, Oliver, Judy Garland

 “Stranger in Paradise” – Wright and Forest, Kismet, Richard Kiley and Doretta Morrow

“A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square” – Sherwin and Maschwitz, Vera Lynn

“Night and Day” – Porter, The Gay Divorcee, Ella Fitzgerald

“I’ve Got You Under My Skin” – Porter, Born to Dance, Shirley Bassey

“Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” – Rodgers and Heart, Pal Joey, Sarah Vaughan

“They Can’t Take That Away From Me” – Gershwin, Shall We Dance, Fred Astaire

“Mon Deu” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

“Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” – Dumont and Vaucaire, Edith Piaf

P.S.: Aziraphale likes Les Mis because it reminds him of that time Crowley rescued him from the Bastille. Don't tell anyone. It's a big secret.

P.P.S.: “Bewitched, Bothered, and Bewildered” reminds him of the time he and Crowley got drunk in the backroom at the bookshop the day the anti-Christ was delivered to Earth. Basically, this song reminds him of every time they went out for drinks or stayed in and drank.

P.P.P.S.: “I am a Courtier Grave and Serious” was the song Aziraphale planned to play when trying to tempt Crowley into learning the gavotte. It reminds him of the ball in the bookstore when he finally danced with Crowley.

P.P.P.P.S.: “Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien” is as close as Aziraphale can get to telling the world and Crowley to eff off. He has no more effs to give. Or at least he’s trying to convince himself he no longer gives a f***. He’s going off to his new job at the head office and Do Good.

Note on song selection:

I selected songs that thematically fit with the relationship between Aziraphale and Crowley. I think the songs tell a story of Aziraphale’s struggle to reconcile his conflicted motivations. They reflect Aziraphale’s fears and desires. He fears being hauled off to hell for disobedience. He fears Crowley’s death and being alone in the world. He desires to be emotionally intimate with Crowley. (Dare he risk physical intimacy with Crowley?) He feels self-righteously indignant, but he’s soft and squishy and weepy and misses his best friend.

I don’t have much knowledge of opera or musical theater, but I have some experience with choir and solo performance. I did a lot of research into opera, art songs, musicals, showtunes, and standards to create a playlist on YouTube. Selections were based on availability, popularity, and sound quality. My big question was whether or not Aziraphale is a strict originalist or if he likes different versions of songs. In some places, I chose newer versions over original versions due to the sound quality of the recordings. I tried to keep selections accessible to a wide audience with varying degrees of musical knowledge. You may not like my choices, so your mileage may vary. You can make your own playlist.

You can listen to it on YouTube.

[overlyimmersed]

What exactly does this fandom, or fandom in general, have against platonic relationships?

This is such a dead horse to beat, but I'm pretty irritated right now and I just... can't help it...

Everyone is one about Tristan and Lance for no god damned reason! Lance wanting to be ambidextrous doesn't prove shit, ok?

and even if it does prove that he admires and cares about Tristan. That DOES NOT make it romantic in nature.

Why do I care, though? People are allowed to ship what they want right?

Yes, they are. The trouble is all the "IT'S CANON" tags I'm seeing because this one stupid ass panel that proves nothing!

Why does it bother me? Because. I'm aromantic. And this assumption, as it pops up in every Mercy forsaken media fandom on this Mercy forsaken planet, just feels like massive erasure.

I don't think either Tristan or Lancelot are aromantic. I don't headcanon them as such myself either. I don't do that dumb ass projection crap. I don't see other aros in these characters.

What I do see, is relationships like my own. My platonic relationship have always been very intense. This "I'd do anything for you" "you're my other half" kind of friendship is how I feel about my friends. When I connect with someone I want me and that person to be inseparable. I want us to be part of each other. I want that special destiny-bound, one heart in two bodies kind of friendship you only see in anime. And my feeling are 100% NOT romantic. And I have ALWAYS felt this way. I didn't always know what it was. I was born in 1994. But I've always felt it and it was so hard to figure out.

Automatically assume intensity equals romantic feelings totally invalidates everything I feel and everything I am and its just boils my blood!

I don't usually say anything. I know people have a right to interpret media in whatever way speaks them. I know people are allowed to ship whatever they want, project whatever they want. I know that, and I accept it. EXCEPT WHEN THEY START CALLING IT FACT.

Have your headcanons. Have your AUs. But unless it's explicitly stated/shown in the media, or by the creator, IT'S NOT CANON.

And platonic relationships CAN be very intense. The intensity of a feeling does not define it's nature.