#danny tag

[moodymeangirl]

the perfectest boy the sweetest of lil guys

[igotabonerwatchingthesepangkick]

I know what you did in 753 BCE

Your mum

[spirit-praise-and-beauty]

idk and idc if someone's done this

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

20, 22, or 41 (I can’t decide) from the kiss prompts with George Russell 💚

this is an approximation of my face upon receiving this ask:

Prompt: Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference; a chaste kiss given to each other because they are in mixed company; Kisses shared under an umbrella

Warnings: George and Reader are Married™; smooches; truly this is just tooth-rotting fluff; my abiding fascination with Jay Gould and his place in George Russell's character creation

“You’re late,” You tutted softly, glancing from your guests as George pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“I couldn’t get away, I’m sorry.”

You’d expected him to say that he got caught up in paperwork, but if he couldn’t get away from that meeting—Your stomach flipped, eyes wide as you turned fully to get a better look at George. He gently waved away your concern.

“Mr. Gould and I simply become distracted before discussing business," He insisted.

“Distracted by what?”

“We were discussing our families. It was quite a genial conversation.”

“Alright,” You nodded, glancing back toward the party attendees. “As long as you’re sure.”

George chuckled, pressing a chaste, gentle kiss to your lips.

“Quite sure, darling," He reassured, "I was in the room, after all.”

You pursed your lips to fight back a laugh, instead reaching out and gently pinching his cheek in reprimand.

“Mrs. Russell?”

You turned to the question, smiling when you spotted Marian and Peggy.

“I’m afraid we must return to my aunt’s,” Marian smiled regretfully. “But thank you for the lovely afternoon.”

“Of course! Oh, do let me see you out. Excuse me,” You patted George’s arm before hurrying toward the stairs.

“Where are you going?” George frowned, following you and stopping by the banister as you stilled on the third step.

“To get my coat.”

“Send your ladies maid.”

“I don’t mind,” You insisted. He shook his head, a fond smile on his lips.

“My stubborn girl.”

You grinned, leaning down and pressing another gentle kiss to his lips before turning to Peggy and Marian.

“I won’t be a moment!”

--

“My goodness, it’s a wonder you made it over without drowning!” Ada tutted, eyes wandering the three of you. You, Marian, and Peggy were still giggling, your hair and clothes soaked by the sudden downpour that you’d gotten caught up in on your way across the street.

“Isn’t it,” Agnes agreed dryly. “Another moment and you would’ve been swimming across the avenue.”

“We are so sorry we couldn’t make it to tea,” Ada insisted, “Aren’t we, Agnes? We simply weren’t feeling well.”

“There’s nothing to apologize for,” You shook your head. “I’ve been meaning to look in for some time.”

“How kind.”

You knew from Agnes’ tone that she didn’t mean it as she said it, but you knew better than to quarrel with the woman when you were dropping water all over her front hall. You opened your mouth to ask after them, but you were drowned out by the sound of the bell.

“Who could that be!” Ada asked brightly, peering around you as their footman hurried around you to get the door. Your brows raised at the sight of George on the doorstep, and large umbrella in hand.

“Mrs. Van Rhijn, ladies,” He nodded to each of them. “I’ve come to collect my wife.”

“Your timing is impeccable,” Agnes muttered.

“Won’t you stay for some cake?” Ada offered.

“Thank you, no,” You shook your head. “We really should get back. It was wonderful to see you Miss Brook, Mrs. Van Rhijn. Marian, Peggy, lovely as always.”

You stepped out onto the stoop, away from their goodbyes, taking George’s arm with one hand and lifting your skirt slightly with the other as you took care walking down the slick steps.

“Did you really leave our guests without a host just because it started to rain?” You chuckled, picking up your pace as he led you across the street.

“I didn’t want you looking like a drowned rat when you returned.”

“Very thoughtful, but you could’ve sent a footman.”

George came to a stop on the sidewalk, turning to face you as he held the umbrella over your heads. You searched his face, stomach a flurry of butterflies as he fixed you with a warm smile.

“I don’t mind,” He insisted softly. You grinned, leaning in and pressing a tender kiss to his lips. He lifted his other hand, cupping your cheek as his lips tenderly slipped against yours.

“Come on,” You murmured, drawing away. “We ought to get back inside before we catch our death.”

“Mm. And before the guests grow suspicious.”

"Thank you for coming to get me."

"You're very welcome, my love."

Tagging all the fellow George Russell girliiiiiiies: @massivecolorspygiant ; @nominalnebula ; @foxilayde

[adaines-furious-feast]

I just... Danny Copperkettle man. I give you Conor Counterspell's nephew who actually has the most fucked up backstory. I cannot stop thinking about him.

[elliot-rambles]

just took my meds for the first time in two months y'all who's proud of mee?? :DDDD

[youvebeenlivingfictionalreplies]

“You just KNOW that beefy motherfucker knows how to box”

Dany, you solved it! That’s where his ripped-ass physique comes from!! An After-hours fight club down by the docks. Fists all wrapped up, shirtless, his valet holding his silk hat and coat with disapproval, cigar in his cocky bearded mouth, giving the ol’ “1-2”, giving the ol’ “put ‘em up”, to any dock worker who thinks he’s got what it takes to land one on Mr.Russell. There’s a hefty prize in it for whomever succeeds, so far he’s undefeated.

Ugh my GOD

The idea of him sweaty, shirtless, loose curls springing over his forehead with the cigar hanging from his lips—

[you-are-a-saucy-boi]

i've met my ideal partner and he is just a 20 year old middle aged man. chat is this normal

[moodymeangirl]

i love love love Leo falling asleep here in the middle of a busy day. love them texting to ask if they could come, when they're already half way over here. leaving them for 30 seconds after theyd found what they left here, coming back to find them laying on the sofa, nap timer set. reaching down to squeeze their warm hands in mine. love when it's not an errand, or hangout. love when it's our lives instinctively intertwining Alhamdulillah. love getting back into bed, continuing my slow day. love hearing them stretch and groan and wake up, as rain softly falls around us. love them loving my lavender prayer dress. love them praying here, on our friend Ari's mother's rug. love them calling out the ubers on its way, love hurrying to hug and hold them in the minutes it takes to arrive. love them coming to my house to leave behind shame and stress, love them using an uber without regret. love their car sort of living here. love Mel-next-door start knowing its engine sound without looking. loving slipping and saying 'when you get home', love carving out space in my heart for their place in my home. love them bringing Danny for a sleepover. love lying on the camp mattress under a myriad blankets with the heater running. love Danny in their arms and Leo in mine, snuggled tight, watching Tutter from The Big Blue House compilations. love pausing to cackle and raucously laugh. love pausing to scream 'US'. love my Leo, my Mouse, my Koalas, my best friend.

[igotabonerwatchingthesepangkick]

you having ideas is scary

:( i never have bad ideas

[corpusdekay]

A special christmas illustration 👀

You can see the full thing on my bluesky!

MDNI 🔞

[adaines-furious-feast]

Look, if I was going to name myself after a spell I'd pick Counterspell too.

[captain-amadeus]

Danny

[britomart]

vicky... go sleep 🐇->🛌

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

🧨 I know this is the third one I’ve sent 🫣 but if you have time for an unexpected headcannon for Leto Atreides?

Send me an emoji prompt!

It may be the third but Danny I am NOT COMPLAINING

I think Leto grew his beard in at a fairly young age, wanting to project that he was older when he came into power while still a teen, and I think he just decided to keep it once he did age

[ex0rin]

i know they're after me for my #really wanna scuff up those white shoes tag 😅