#get ready byron

[salon-maiden-anabel]

If I may, follow up to Roark as a Lati: Byron as a Lati?

SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG TO RESPOND TO but hands you an old man

[arc-misadventures]

A Pokémon Trainers Adventures

Today a group of Pokémon trainers in training were all meeting together at a diner catching up on their adventures throughout the lands of, Sinnoh on the way to becoming, Pokémon Masters

Ruby: Whoo! It's great to see you guys again!

Blake: It's great to see you too, Ruby.

Nora: It feels like it's been years since we last met.

Ren: It's only been five months.

Nora: Years...

Pyrrha: It's been years in, Nora's time.

Ren: ...

Weiss: That makes sense.

Ren: An uncomfortable amount of sense.

Yang: So, what crazy adventures did you guys go on while becoming Pokémon masters?

Nora: Oh, me first!

Yang: Alright, go ahead, Nora.

Nora: Okay... I was deep in the industrial zone, searching for, Pokémon to add to my party... When suddenly from out of the shadows appear a derange vacuum cleaner coming straight at me, with murderous intent in it's eyes! I call out my, Bronzor, Blingy ,and we engaged in a grueling duel to the death with this killer vacuum! It was a fierce duel, but we managed to defeat the vile vacuum cleaner! But, after we destroyed the evil vacuum, a Pokémon flew out of the machine, but before it could escape, I threw a Great Ball at it, and I caught, Rotoma!

RWBYP: Rotoma?

Ren: The vacuum cleaner was possessed by a, Rotom. When, Nora caught him, so she named it, Rotoma

RWBYP: Ohh!

Yang: Nice name!

Ruby: Okay, my turn! So, I recently defeated the gym leader of, Veilstone City, Gym Leader, Maylene!

Yang: Oh, nice job, Ruby!

Blake: Well done!

Ruby: Thanks! It was a tough to fight her, and her fighting type Pokémon gave my guys a run for their money. We barely managed to eke out a win. I've been doing some training to strengthen my, Pokémon so we're not stuck on the ropes again.

Pyrrha: Smart move, Ruby. That's what I did after I beat, the gym leader of, Calavane City, Byron. He may have mostly metal type, but my, Luxray was knocked out in the first round with ease!

Weiss: Yeah, gym leaders may specialize on one type of Pokémon, but that doesn't mean they're a pushover if you have a Pokémon that their pokemon is weak against. Like when I lost to, Gardenia with my, Glaceon.

Ruby: But, aren't water type, Pokemon, weak to grass types?

Weiss: Vaporeon is the water type eeveelution. Glaceon is the ice type eeveelution.

Ruby: Ohh! So she curb stomped your Pokémon then?

Weiss: She bullied poor, Mr. Snappy...

Yang: Mr. Snappy?

Blake: That's what, Weiss calls her, Sharpedo.

Yang: Oh that's cute!

Blake: So, what about you, Ren, anything interesting happen to you?

Ren: Oh, well... I found a Pokémon egg a while ago, and I was nursing it, and it recently hatched into a, Riolu.

Yang: Oh, a Riolu! That's a nice Pokémon to have!

Blake: Are you having a hard time training it?

Ren: No, she's a delight to have around, I'm enjoying training her with the rest of my other Pokémon. What about you, Yang, did you do anything interesting?

Yang: Oh, I've been entering some Pokémon beauty contest lately. I haven't won anything yet, but we've gotten pretty close to. So, we've been training for the next competition. What, about you, Blake?

Blake: Not much, bar getting my ass handed to me by the gym leader of, Hearthome City, Fantina. Her ghost type Pokémon do not play around...

Pyrrha: Yeah, I still haven't beaten her myself.

Weiss: Her Pokémon scare me...!

Nora: Me too!

Ruby: Well, I don't I think her Pokémon are really cool!

Yang: Of course you like ghosts.

Ruby: What, they're cool!

Pyrrha: Hahaha! So, what about you, Jaune?

Jaune: Hmm... what?

Pyrrha: You've been pretty quiet. Has something interesting happen lately?

Jaune: Well... kinda...

Yang: Ohh~! You got an interesting story to tell! Let's hear it!

Jaune: Well...

~~~

Unlike the rest of his friends, Jaune was just having an adventure, exploring the lands of, Sinnoh. Exploring the land, meeting new people, and Pokémon. Occasionally engaging in a battles with his fellow trainers, and when he decides he ready to, engage in a match with a gym leader.

He didn't have a lot of problems, or more accurately, challenges whenever he got into a Pokémon battle. He even had a fight against, Sinnoh's Pokémon champion, and honestly, he enjoyed the conversation the pair had afterwards more so than the battle itself. So, instead of worrying about Pokémon battles, gym badges, and what not, he just went on an adventure with his Pokémon, and meeting new Pokémon, and people.

And, one day while, Jaune was enjoying the beauty of a pound filled with lily pads, enjoying the elegant lotus blossoms upon the lily pads. A content sigh escaped his lips as he just enjoyed the moment. But as, Jaune was watchin the pound, he saw a dark shadow from the cave the pound fed into grow darker, and darker across the lily pads, as he eyes were drawn upward. His eyes widened in stunned awe, as he looked into the deep crimson eyes of the being on the other side of the void: Giratina.

Jaune: ...

Giratina: ...

Jaune: ...

Giratina: ...

Jaune: Hi.

Giratina: ZEHHAAA!!!

Jaune: ...

Jaune: Okay...

~~~

Jaune: ...

Pyrrha: Jaune? Jaune you okay...?

Jaune: I have a date with the, Sinnoh Pokémon Champion, Cynthia!

RWBYNPR: WHAT?!

Yang: You've got a date with who?!

Weiss: That's fucking bullshit!

~~~

Jaune: Oh gods...

: So because you thought your friends wouldn't believe the fact you saw the legendary banished Pokémon, Giratina. You instead said that you had a date with, Sinnoh's Pokémon champion?

Jaune: Honestly, I don't think they would believe me if I had a date in general, much less with who I said it was with.

: Honestly, I have a hard time believing it myself.

Jaune: Cynthia, we're on a date right now?

Cynthia: ...

Cynthia: Oh yeah...

[maniculum]

Had a baffling interaction a couple hours ago, and I think Tumblr is probably the best place to find an explanation.

I’ve mentioned on here that I have a side job at a bookstore. Today, I heard a customer make the assertion to her companion that the novel Frankenstein is “basically fanfiction”. (I don’t think this was meant as negative, but couldn’t say for sure.)

I asked her about it when she came to check out, because I had to know what that was about, right? She recounted the origin of the book — the Shelleys, Byron, & Polidori challenging each other to write horror stories, etc. I assured her I was familiar with the history, but just wanted to know why that made it fanfiction.

She said, “well, it came from a horror writing competition.”

At this point, I felt I had pushed about as much as I could in this scenario — as anyone who’s worked a customer-service job knows, when customers say nonsense at you, responding in a way that doesn’t upset them is difficult, and you kind of have to be ready to just nod and smile. So I said something along the lines of, “I don’t understand the connection, but as long as it makes sense to you.”

She chose not to elaborate further and left with her purchases.

So now I’m asking Tumblr because I figure this is the best place to find people who are familiar with unorthodox understandings of fanfiction.

Is it because it came from a competition? (This is the most sensible explanation I can think of, but that’s not saying much, because I see no link between these two concepts.)

Is it because it’s horror? (I know people get weird about genre fiction sometimes — last year someone told me they thought “Fantasy / Science Fiction” and “Young Adult” were different terms for the same genre.)

Is it because it was written for fun? (I know that the vast majority of fiction is — to a greater or lesser degree — written because the author enjoys writing, but maybe the customer doesn’t know that?)

Is it because it was written, for lack of a better word, socially? (By which I mean, is the story of its writing significant in that the initial intention was for Shelley to show it to her friends? But of course this is a group of published authors, and authors hang out to talk about & show each other their work all the time… maybe the customer wasn’t aware of that?)

These are the only options I can think of, and none of them have any link to what makes something “fanfiction” in my understanding. I’m just extrapolating from the fact that apparently the relevant distinction has something to do with it being a horror writing competition. Am I missing something? Tumblr, please, help me with this.

[brodygold]

The Next Step

Byron sat outside the Captain's office, eagerly awaiting his meeting with Brody. The rookie had been on the team for two weeks at this point - his "trial period" as they'd called it. He spent every waking minute pushing himself as far as he could for the team, and it was all leading up to this very moment.

The door opened. "Come in, Byron," Brody stated in a completely neutral voice. There was no telling what he could expect. Still, he went inside, ready to achieve his life's purpose.

Byron took a seat across from Brody's desk, the elegant wooden furniture piece feeling a mile wide. He noticed the other two captains weren't in the office, likely out converting others and enjoying the holiday season. Brody took his seat and started talking, the golden polo he was wearing glossy and gleaming.

"So Byron, your trial period ends today. How have you been enjoying the Golden Army, bro?"

Byron smiled to himself, thinking back on his time spent on the team. "It's been great, Cap! The bros and I have really gotten on well together. I really just want to help them even more, you know?"

"Oh, I know bro. I know. I've heard all about you "serving" the team at our parties and in the locker room. I may have to take you up on that sometime."

"Uh, sure Cap. But..."

"I get it bro. You want me to cut to the chase and tell you if you've made it or not. I won't keep you in suspense any longer." Brody reached under the desk and pulled out a black polo, holding it up for Byron to see.

"Here you go bro. You're a polo drone now."

Byron could hardly contain his excitement. All his time working and practicing with the Golden Army had paid off. He could now serve the team in a new way, a mindless way. Doing whatever was asked of him without question. He reached out and took the polo, the rubber feeling smooth against his hands as he ran his fingers along the fabric.

As he removed the jersey and put the polo on, Byron's mind started to feel hazy. His memories of who he was, his dreams and aspirations, even his name all vanished into thin air. His hair turned a dark black, a pristine haircut appearing in place of his sporty blonde cut. He was now a mindless drone, doing tasks quickly and efficiently.

"There we go drone. How does that feel?"

"It doesn't feel. It is a drone."

"Very good drone. There's just one more thing that needs to happen." Brody reached into his pocket and pulled out a rubber face mask. "Put this on."

The drone complied at once, grabbing the face mask and putting it on with ease. If Byron was still in there, he'd surely love the feeling of the mask on his face. But Byron was erased. Only a polo drone remained.

"You are now PDU-030. Byron Gold is erased. Did you do what was asked of you before coming here, 030?"

"Yes, Cap. All traces of Byron have been erased from social media. Only PDU-030 remains. It exists to serve the team."

"Good drone. Activate pleasure unit. Then you can serve me in another way, if you know what I mean"

At once, 030 felt a rush of pleasure. It was better than any orgasm it had ever had. It wanted nothing more than to experience this pleasure over and over again. It would serve the team. It would serve its Captains. It has taken the next step, and so can you.

[blueshistorysims]

June 1948, London, England

For Amalia’s 18th birthday, she was to have a grand ball in London, surrounded by other debutantes, aristocrats, and heiresses. Her gown was designed by Giselle, and the revealing nature had upset Byron and Eleora, but Amalia refused to wear anything else.

“I know I’ve asked a thousand times, but what do you think?” Amalia asked, admiring herself in the mirror.

Miranda rolled her eyes. “You look good, Amalia. You always do. I swear, we should start calling you Narcissus.”

“There’s nothing wrong with self love.”

“I think sometimes you have too much of it.”

Amalia turned around to face Miranda directly. “You know, your accent sounds different since you’ve come home for summer. It’s more Scottish.”

“I’ve joined a group for Scottish students at Oxford. There’s actually another girl who’s Indian and Scottish, her name’s Indira. She’s also studying biology at St. Hilda’s. We’ve become good friends. …I’m making an effort to get my Scottish accent back. I’m not English after all.” 

“What’s wrong with being English?”

“Nothing, I just want to embrace my heritage. Both of my family. I barely remember my father, and I want to honor his memory.”

“I don’t really remember Uncle Montgomery. I remember he had red hair, glasses, and a thick accent, but that’s about it.” She frowned. “I suppose that makes me lucky that I still have both of my parents, even if Simon-Elliot’s dead. I miss him, even if he spent half of his time as a teenager harassing me.”

“I wish he could be here too.”

Miranda moved to sit on the chair, finding her feet sore from wearing heels most of the day. “Are you ready to start university?”

Like Miranda, Amalia was joining her at St. Hilda’s College, though she was studying Classics, taking advantage of a father who spoke multiple ancient languages, but Miranda was sure she was only doing it to please her parents and had no interest in higher education. They were to live together in a flat the duke and duchess had rented for them. In return for paying the rent, they had asked Miranda to keep an eye on the birthday girl, fearful that she would act out, now finally being away from home. Miranda didn’t blame them—in truth, she felt the same. Amalia was intelligent, kind when she wanted to be, but she was also entitled and presumptuous.

“Of course I am! I’ve been wanting to get away from Mama and Papa and finally be a part of society. Bramblewood was so boring without boys.”

“Well, don’t marry the first boy to tickle your fancy. You’re rich, pretty, and you have a title. Everyone’s going to want to be your friend.”

Amalia looked quite pleased at that. “As long as we’re friends Miranda, I won’t need anyone else.”

Miranda tried to smile, but it hurt—how could someone say that and not mean it romantically? They needed to leave the dressing room anyway. Everyone was waiting downstairs. 

beginning/previous/next

[changingplumbob]

Struck By Love - May 28th Post 2

CW - Moderate sim spice

I don’t know if you’ve ever kissed someone who is constantly smiling but I highly recommend it. It’s a fantastic mood booster. Anyway, I worked my lips over her body, seeking the places that would cause noises to escape her, a solo symphony I was conducting.

Byron: Think you’re ready for the tights to come off?

Daniela: *giggling* The better question is are you

I kissed her collarbone and I could feel her nails dig into my skin in response.

Byron: I’m going to take them off now. Really really slowly, to make sure they don’t get torn. So you have to stay still for me. Can you do that miss ballerina?

Daniela: *chuckling* I’ll try but if I fail it’ll be your fault

[the-other-art-blog]

Benophie season episode by episode

Ok, my mind won't be still about Benophie, so here is how I think Benophie season will go. (I'll be editing this as I work on fics about certain scenes and do specific posts/moodboards)

Color code:

BENOPHIE

Bridgerton family (Fran's infertility + Polin and Kanthony's babies)

Sophie and Gun/Li family

Eloise (set up for s5 - Philoise)

Matrons plot (Battle of the Maids, Violet & Marcus, QC, Lady D) + Mondriches

If sometimes I don't mention the non-Bridgerton characters, it's because I couldn't come up with a subplot for them but I know they'll be in the season.

BENEDICT is being chased by debutantes

Kanthony and Polin are enjoying their babies

Fran and John are back and ready to start a family

Eloise comes with renewed energy to learn

Hyacinth and Greg want to go to the masquerade

Araminta arrives in town ready to rule it

SOPHIE helps Rosamund and Posy get ready

Araminta encourages Rosamund to go after Benedict

Servants surprise Sophie so she can go to the Masquerade

MASQUERADE - BENOPHIE

Violet and Marcus reconnect

QC is bored (again) + Lady D + Mondriches

BENEDICT visits the Penwood House

SOPHIE is thrown out

BENEDICT vows to find the LIS

QC wants to find the LIS

2 YEARS LATER - AUTUMN (More detailed post about time jump)

BENOPHIE at Cavender party -> MY COTTAGE

SOPHIE discovers BENEDICT is an artist - LIS sketches

Eloise is attending science seminars

Kanthony + Edmund and Miles, Polin + babies

FranJohn still trying for a baby + Franchaela being BFFs

Hyacinth is excited to debut (16 years old) and Greg is a young man talking about university

Araminta is desperate to marry Rosamund, she's crueler to Posy

Battle of the Maids - Portia v. Araminta

QC and Brimsley + Lady D subplot, The Mondriches subplot

Violet and Marcus' subplot

The Crabtrees discover BENOPHIE in his room - SOPHIE wears his clothes

BENOPHIE have breakfast - spoon scene

BENEDICT sketches, SOPHIE reads

BENOPHIE talk about their parents during tea afternoon - Ben's rock collection/bees & Sophie's Amethyst necklace (Fic about this + post about Benedict + post about Sophie's necklace)

Eloise is attending science lectures - she's hiding something

Fran gets questions about children

Covington Ball - Violet tries to pair Eloise with suitors

QC, Mondriches, and Lady D's subplots

Battle of the Maids - Portia gifts Varley a dress (Post)

Violet and Marcus' subplot

BENOPHIE discussion about Byron and poetry

SOPHIE & Mrs. Crabtrees talk about being a servant/guest

BENOPHIE lake scene (Fic about it)

BENEDICT realizes SOPHIE is illegitimate

FLASHBACK: SOPHIE is illegitimate

BENOPHIE return to London

Violet welcomes Sophie - She notices Benedict and Sophie's connection and Sophie's education

SOPHIE meets the staff and Eloise

BENEDICT asks Eloise to look after Sophie

BENEDICT knows something is up with Eloise

Battle of the Maids - LW reporting

QC, Mondriches, Lady D subplots

BENEDICT shows up to have breakfast with the family

Servants comment on Araminta and the Battle of the Maids and their subplots

BENOPHIE kiss in the staircase

Anthony is hesitant, Colin is more supportive of BENOPHIE

SOPHIE goes to have tea with the family - BENEDICT is there

Violet and the girls complain about Araminta

SOPHIE knows Eloise is hiding something

SOPHIE leaves - sees Araminta, she's back in London - Posy sees SOPHIE

BENEDICT finds SOPHIE having a panic attack

Battle of the Maids - LW reporting

QC, Mondriches, Lady D subplot

BENEDICT takes SOPHIE to his home

BENOPHIE first time

BENEDICT comes out to SOPHIE

BENEDICT asks her to stay - agrees to stay away while she keeps working for Violet

Violet invites SOPHIE to tea

The siblings talk about BENEDICT - joke about debutantes chasing BENEDICT

SOPHIE tells the family BENEDICT is good at art

BENEDICT and Anthony talk about Sienna and SOPHIE

Smith-Smythe recital - FranJohnMichaela scene - Posy and Araminta acting weird

Kate talks to Anthony about Mary and her father

Battle of the Maids - LW reporting

QC, Mondriches, Lady D subplot

Scene with Colin, Will, and John - Conversations about the others' subplots

BENEDICT fights Cavender (Fic about this)

Christmas celebration at Bridgerton House

The Bridgertons talk about BENOPHIE (Fic about this)

Servants receive gifts - SOPHIE gets a new dress from the girls and Violet to wear at the Servants' ball

BENEDICT gives her a book of his sketches and poems about her

Servants ball - BENOPHIE dance

SOPHIE sees BENEDICT play with the children

BENEDICT and Violet's conversation

Kite scene? - BENEDICT goes to find SOPHIE where she's playing with the children (Check this post)

BENEDICT learns the truth

SOPHIE and Violet's scene

SOPHIE is arrested

Battle of the Maids - LW reporting

QC, Mondriches, Lady D subplot

BENEDICT talks with Colin

Jail scene

FLASHBACK: SOPHIE and Araminta

Love confession - Bath scene

BENEDICT comes out to his family

Scene with family - everyone welcomes SOPHIE

BENOPHIE Wedding

BENEDICT and Eloise's swing scene

QC, Mondriches, Lady D subplot

EPILOGUE OPTIONS IN THIS OTHER POST. (Family portrait OR Violet II's baptism)

I have no idea what could QC, Lady D, and the Mondriches' subplots may be. I also don't know what kind of plot will the servants' have. Thank god, I'm not a writer for TV shows cause I wouldn't be able to handle this many characters.

Jess mentioned this will be the most book-accurate season, that it's a proper adaptation. Of course, I added a few things:

Benedict comes out to Sophie and his family.

I hope this season brings ReynoldsxBrimsley back.

Christmas time! Servants' ball

I think it'd be cute if the girls gift Sophie a brand new dress for her to wear at the Servant's ball.

The kite scene goes instead of the game of blind man’s bluff. I'm not sure how that would make Benedict realize Sophie is the LIS but the scene fits with the season and a Korean kite-flying tradition called Yeonnalligi. (Check this post)

Anthony being worried about Benophie cause he thinks Sophie is like Sienna. (Check this post)

Flashbacks -> It seems they will keep Sophie's illegitimacy a secret, so I think it would be good if the flashback comes once Benedict figures it out.

Benedict gets to punch Cavender!

Thoughts? Suggestions? Critiques?

[skyesblue]

Shayna Baszler: Hard dose of reality

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Masterlist | Pride Month Masterlist | Wwe Masterlist | Shayna Baszler Masterlist

Summary: Y/n is a singles wrestler and she doesn’t want to join Pure Fusion Collective so Shayna and Zoey come up with a plan for Shayna to somehow persuade y/n to join up with them knowing that y/n has a secret crush on Shayna

-ˋˏ [Word Count] ˎˊ : 690

-ˋˏ [Genre] ˎˊ : fluff

-ˋˏ [TW] ˎˊ : fluff, any mistakes I might have, gxg, this is short because I couldn’t think of anything else to add so I might update it later

-ˋˏ [Taglist] ˎˊ : @taysmelo @muffinsbasket

[Comment to be added to my taglist]

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You were walking into the arena wheeling your suitcase behind you as you just came from your hotel; as you made it more down the hallway until Byron Saxton stopped you to interview you

“Y/n…”

He got cut off by Sonya, Shayna, and Zoey walking up to you taking over the interview

“Y/n?” Zoey puts her hand on your shoulder

“We have been watching you and we think you're good and would like to offer you a spot in the group”

“No, no thank you”

Zoey went to get in your face but Shayna stopped her

“No, it's not worth it. I have an idea” after Shayna said that the three of them walked away

You continued to walk to your locker room, what did Shayna mean when she said that? You got to your locker room setting your suitcase down on the couch getting out the gear you want to wear tonight, while you got ready you couldn’t stop thinking about what Shayna had said

You got a roll up pin victory over Kairi Sane, you head backstage to celebrate by yourself but that didn’t last long as Shayna walked up to you alone

“Wow that was a nice win Y/n, but let me give you a hard dose of reality fluke or ‘lucky wins’ like that don’t make you stay on top in this company they will drag you down. So a pointer is just join Pure Fusion Collective”

“Kindly I say no”

“Join us next week when we talk as a group”

“Shayna I-”

“I wasn’t asking, I’m telling you to” Shayna walks away after she said that

One thing you don’t want to do in this company is test Shayna Baszler, it won’t end well for you.

The next week while you walk into the arena yiu thought about what Shayna said, after you got settled in you head to the PFC locker room because the last thing you want to do is go against Shayna’s word. You knock on the door for it to be answered by Zoey Stark

“Shayna the door” Zoey says as she goes back to the couch

Shayna lets you in then shuts the door behind you, she looks over at you “Sonya and I will be right back so Zoey will keep you company until we come back”

When they leave Zoey looks over at you

“I’m on to you” she says looking over at you

“What?”

“I know what you are hiding”

“I’m sorry?” You looked at her confused

“I know you like Shayna”

The look on your face gave it away that she was right

“So the plan was to get you to join the group because Shayna wants you in the group”

“But why?”

“Maybe Shayna feels the same way” Zoey implied

You thought about it for a while and you made your decision, when Shayna and Sonya came back you stood up looking at Shayna

“Okay, fine I will join your group”

“Good”

“You start next week and you are now a heel so I will go let Adam Pearce know and you will have a character change”

“Good choice” Shayna looked at you

The next week you went down to the ring with Shayna alone showing that you aligned with Pure Fusion Collective, but Zoey and Sonya were nowhere to be seen which left you confused. You brushed off that questionable confused feeling as you stood ringside to watch Shayna fight Tiffany Stratton

You watched the control in the match go back and forth so you got on the apron distracting Tiffany so Shayna can get a roll up pin victory, when Shayna went to pin her you got down but it was only a 2 count so Tiffany rolled through but Shayna put her in the Kirifuda Clutch

Shayna got the win by submission and rolled out the ring quickly as you rushed over to meet her on the ramp, she put her arm around you smiling at you because she got the win with your help. You smile back as you thought about what Zoey said; maybe Shayna does feel the same way

[blue-disco-lights]

Gallacrafts: Fix-It February

Thank you @gallacrafts for this opportunity to makes things right with this drabble… for everyone involved…

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He catches the guy at the bar giving him the eye. Looks a little rough around the edges, kind of aggro… but cute.

He downs his vodka tonic, and thinks fuck it. Post-hideous breakup, he’s ready for a new romance.

Making his way over, he gets a better look at the guy. Red-rimmed eyes, not-so-steady eye contact. Four empty shot glasses and three beer bottles lined up in front of him.

Not a minute after he sits down and says Hi, the guy launches into a passionate diatribe, a sad tale of lost alien-looking love. Twenty minutes later, the poor sap dozes off right in his barstool.

He rolls his eyes, glances at the guy's phone lying on the bar. A smiling redhead stares back from the lock screen.

He reaches into his bag, grabs a sheet of notebook paper and a pen… writes a simple note: “Go get your man!” He places it under the phone and jumps off his barstool.

He feels renewed optimism. His new romance is out there somewhere. Byron exits the bar, climbs on his scooter and rides off.

[like-tears-in-rain-storms]

My contribution to the "If you liked Nosferatu 2024, go see" suggestions - If you liked Nosferatu 2024, go see Gothic (1986) by Ken Russell.

1816, Villa Diodati in lake Geneva, Switzerland. Lord Byron, his doctor John Polidori and their unexpected guests, the Shelleys and their relative Claire Clairmont, get ready for an appropriately Romantic evening's entertainment of crafting scary stories, getting high on laudanum and having orgies. Psychosexual shenanigans and ample literary references ensue.

Starring Gabriel Byrne, Timothy Spall, Julian Sands, Natasha Richardson and Myriam Cyr.

You still here? RUN TO WATCH IT LIKE THE DEVILS OF HELL ARE AFTER YOUR CURSED SOUL

[themonotonysyndrome]

You just got Rick Rolled!

I have no excuse.

Watch Max0r videos on Youtube :)

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Summary: Bright Eyes is ready to pull a deadbeat dad.

The duffel bag underneath the bed is ready to go. Pockets are stuffed with wads of stolen cash. 

All they need to do is swipe an armful of blood bags from the Clan’s cold storage for the long road ahead. 

William Solaire standing between them and the milk aisle was not part of the plan. Nor his sad, puppy eyes.

Fucking damn it. 

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In the grand scheme of things called life, Bright Eyes is not a main character. 

Main characters are people like Frederick, who’s worthy of second chances because he vomits out his heart to those who demand it. Vincent, with his flashy smile and equally flashy cars that caters to single simps who dream of being swept away by a set of 2000-era vampiric TV tropes. Sam, who you can’t hate because he’s not just a bitch, no, no - he’s a bitch with a backstory who just so happens to love to pretend that Bright doesn’t exist on a good day and won’t stop bitching why they’re the modern incarnation of Satan on the worst. Oh! We can’t forget the poster child of Byronic Hero which is Tank. They’re a fan fav for a reason.   

In a world of main characters, Bright Eyes could hardly hold a candle to the people around them. If anything, they’re an NPC. The glitchiest NPC to ever exist in this Skyrim of a world. 

The kind that was brought into the story to be shitted on by the audience because they either don’t meet up to lofty expectations or weren’t the perfect victim.

Is it getting too close to home now? 

Bright has no problem being an NPC - hell, they don’t even mind that there was no space for them on the picture wall that consists of Sam, Frederick, and Tank - they still have their pride, as shitty as it is. Why the fuck would they want to stay at a place where no one wants an NPC that fucks up the whole gameplay? Nah, fam - Bright has been preparing for their getaway on the same night they woke up with an angry Sam sitting beside the bed. 

The Summit expedited the plan. 

While they and Frederick were expected to show up at the undead shindig, being Clan members and all, Sam worried it might overwhelm his Progeny. Apparently, older Vamps enjoy stabbing each other with words and dinner knives after the third course. Sounds like Bright’s kind of people. But because Frederick was benched, so were they. It’s cool, it’s fine. Silver linings and all that. It gave Bright lots of opportunities to pack their meagre shits into a worn-out duffel bag from the store room and steal whatever cash they could find around the house while Frederick was asleep. Vampiric hearing rocks! Sure, they were curious as to why Sam and Tank came back looking like they just witnessed a train wreck, and Vincent seldom came over with his trademark smirks anymore, but since no one tells them anything, Bright chalked it up as another Tuesday. Not their circus, not their monkeys. 

Whatever happened at the Summit isn’t their problem. Missing the last bus to Ferris is.  

Earlier that evening, they made a show of getting ready for bed after Sam left to meet Tank for something, and they can’t bear to look Frederick in the eyes, knowing that this will be the last time they will ever see each other. Not that he knows, but hey, what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him, right? So they collapse onto the mattress, willing themselves to be calm because anything less will have Frederick peeking his head through the door. So they close their eyes until the bond between Progeny and Maker whispers to Bright that Frederick is unconscious. The rose detergent on the pillows and duvet itches their nose. They hate the smell but they can’t forget how wide Frederick smiles just because they accepted a bouquet of roses from him once. It’s not rocket science that all of the previous lavender scents on linens were replaced with rose soon after that. 

Bright Eyes is so exhausted of sustaining themselves on the pitiful sweetness of their once friend turned Maker. Not when the bitterness that comes from Sam is gradually killing them. 

They get up and take a good, long bath. It's probably the only one they’ll be getting for a while, so they’re making the most of the soap and shampoo. They continue to ignore the sweet, floral scent clinging to their body. Then they dig through the closet for a jacket covered in patches and a ripped pair of jeans - the clothes their parents bought for their birthday, now worn with time. The clothes that they wore on the night they were murdered. Then they spend half an hour checking everything for one last time. Anyone can tell by a single glance that Bright Eyes is a walking charity case. It’s cool, it’s fine. No one cares about runaway people all the time. They’re statistics. 

Their stomach flips when Bright stalks across the hall like a ghost. A part of them wanted Frederick to catch them in mid-act, to convince them to stay so they could work things out for good. The part that loathed Bright, however, hisses to remove the glitch in this game. 

Once the front door is locked behind them, Bright wipes their eyes and hoists the duffel bag strap firmly on their shoulder. The abandoned theme park will be their last stop in Dahlia. 

-

Wonder World will forever be a sight for sore eyes. 

Like the Clan, the place is a living corpse. It should have been destroyed, put all the bad memories to rest, but instead, it transformed into a hideout for the walking dead. Hah. 

Bright keeps a good healthy distance from the Vampires that are on shift, listens well to the chatters in dark corners, and avoids slipping underneath awnings that will collapse on top of them if they so much as breathe. They memorised the schedule for this specific night, and it paid off. No one notices them skulking towards the cold storage. See, new batches of blood will be delivered tomorrow, so no one will find out that a couple of leftovers will be missing. Fingers might be pointed at Bright, but by then, they’ll be long gone. A footnote in their lives. 

The fridge greets Bright when they sneak in through the open window, no different than a racoon. Their entry wasn’t as smooth as James Bond’s because their kneecap bumped against the nearby table. Luckily, no one heard it. 

“A+, A+, more A+… you’re fucking kidding me? B-? Beggars can’t be choosers, Bright. Food’s food.” They grumble to themselves as the fridge is raided. They stuffed as many blood bags into the bag as they could. 

Suddenly, the door gently opens. Bright Eyes turn around. Their eyes widen in horror because - 

“Little Bright? Is that you?” William Solaire, the fucking king of every magical equivalent of Schrödinger Cat in Dahlia, tilts his head in question as if to better see them. Standing between them and their freedom. What the fuck, how the fuck, why in the actual fuck!? “I didn’t mean to interrupt your break time. Ah… how are you? Lately, I haven’t had the pleasure of…” Here’s where Bright could only watch in frozen shock when William’s eyes met with the duffel bag and stuffed pockets.  

Hubris is the downfall of many great men. In Bright’s case, it’s stupidity. They really should’ve come up with a backup plan for something like this. That’s on them. They’ll take that L like the underdog they are. 

The two of them shatter the awkward silence by speaking at once. 

“This isn’t what it looks like!” 

“Did you just went through the window?” 

Cue the stares. Wait. There’s something they need to try. 

“Dinosaur in the museum say what?” 

“What?” 

Bright promptly snaps their mouth shut. Don’t laugh. For the love of Reddit Mods, don’t laugh at the most dangerous grandpa in the world. While Bright manages to avoid death via lectures, their shaking shoulders give William the wrong impression. Thinking that the youngest Vampire in his care is shaking with fear at the sight of him pulled on William’s heartstrings. He had always harboured a sadness for not being able to connect with Bright Eyes the way he does with Frederick. The boy is often quiet but perks like a sunflower when you give him the right attention. Bright, on the other hand, scampers away the moment you turn your back. No gentle words or amount of glitter bombs as presents could entice them to drop the walls fiercely guarding their heart. 

William’s heart twists and turns into a knot - more so lately - seeing how Bright Eyes tremble. 

“It’s alright, Little One. You’re alright. The blood bags are for anyone who is in need.” William kindly assures them. “It’s unlike Sam to forget and restock for his household. I supposed our recent conversation has put him out of sorts.” 

“Wait. You think I’m hungry?” 

“Is that not why you brought that bag over - ”

“Yeah, yeah! Pssh, totally! Sam was getting testerical about the lack of bloodshed in the house. Not the fun kind, though.” Bright Eyes fib as they ramble on, their little tell-tale sign of attempting to smother the panic. They refuse to fidget or look away from William’s eyes. Is it a trick of the light? Is Bright high? Why are they wet near the corners? “Uh… c-can I go now? I need to dip to the grocery store for some milk… you know how it is…” 

For some reason, that made the Vampire King flinch. What the hell!? Anyone walking by would think that Bright is bullying him! 

But William lets out a gust of air, heavy and somehow reluctant. He steps aside to present the open door where the world that allowed Tom Howard to live is waiting for Bright. “Of course, Little One. I shouldn’t keep you from your errands.” 

“Lit! So this is me, walking away now…” Bright Eyes warily sidesteps William, who is still giving a strong kicked puppy vibe. Which is insane to comprehend. 

Something about it, however, made them turn around to look at him one final time. Due to the hilariously huge gap between a king and his peasant, Bright has only seen William thrice from afar, and that’s during really important events where they can’t fake a seizure and escape - 

“Bright, Vampires don’t get seizures.” 

“Until now. Quick, pretend you actually care and drag me out.” 

“…Low blow, Bright, and you know it. Why do you never listen when I’m - aaand you’re already on the floor. Great.” 

- so they’re left with them being sandwiched between a highly amused Lovely and a distracted Vincent because their beau is flashing their ankles or something. Bright doesn’t want to know or care. What they do care about is that thanks to Frederick sulking off somewhere, they are now in the spotlight because the prince of the entire damn clan is holding onto their elbow. Random Vampires snicker when they pass by their group, and whenever Bright flips them off, some of them actually laugh! Bright will never understand these deadbeats. But anyway, because of Frederick, Bright has the front row of William in all his fancy ass clothes, in a shiny crown that blinded Bright and a million-dollar smile that rubs them off the wrong way. Fuckers with a max level on charms give them the hives. 

So this melancholic shroud that drapes over his shoulders so heavily that Bright might as well ask if it’s made of lead with how it makes William look so small in the shadows? Yeah, it’s giving red flags. 

And since Bright is colourblind with no filter whatsoever - 

“OK, why do you look like someone woke you up from a depression nap?” Bright demanded, marching back to William. It’s stupid. It’s borderline suicidal, but hey, Bright was never known to make decisions that align with their self-preservation. That’s something their murderer and both Makers will agree on. Tonight, curiosity wins. “Usually you’re very…” They scrunch up their face, trying to think of the perfect words. 

William raises an eyebrow. “Very?” 

“Very shiny.” Bright nods, pleased with themselves. “The kind of shiny that’s like fire in Chinese factories after every election.” 

“I… see. I’m starting to understand why Samuel complain of migraines every now and then.” 

Even as he said that, William began to smile fondly. That threw Bright off a little. He said that without derision and they have no idea how to react. 

“Uh, right. So what’s up?” 

“Can’t a man be caught in his own sorrow every now and then?” 

“But you’re not supposed to be angsty. You’re the King. Your world is supposed to be perfect and all that shit.” Unlike mine, is what Bright didn’t say. 

William’s smile turns rueful. He surprises them by admitting, “Would you like to know a secret, Little Bright? My world hasn’t been perfect lately. How can it be when my loved ones are leaving one by one.” 

Oh, fuck them, is William trauma dumping right now? Deadass? Is this trauma dumping!? Bright didn’t consent to this!

Wait - leaving? Who’s leaving too? 

…Is it any of Bright’s business, though? When they’re doing the same thing tonight? 

This scene feels familiar. It’s like the time they steal a sip from a man in his late fifties while he’s in the middle of a divorce and struggling with alimony. Bright was looking for food, not someone’s entire life story that, in the end, they paid for an Uber and sent him on his way. The point is, there’s no fun in kicking someone who’s already eating dirt. That’s not enough room in Wonder World for two miserable fuckers, so Bright might as well do something about it. 

“C’mon, let’s go. We’re going on a side quest right now.” Bright demands, and fuck it, they grab one of William’s hands and drag him to the exit. Does it say something that the Vampire King lets himself be led away like a cow? Probably, but Bright couldn’t care less.

The patrolling Vampires stare at them incredulously. None attempted even to approach the duo. 

“Is this a kidnapping?” William politely inquires. While Bright might’ve initiated the contact, he finds himself reluctant to let go of their smaller hand. It’s an anchor that he silently needed over these past few days. 

“That and robbery too. I’m gonna be needing your wallet since mine are non-existent. Which one is your car? Wait! Let me guess, the one on the right that looks like it just left the showroom a day ago.” 

“It’s actually this morning. I enjoy collecting Rolls Royce as much as I enjoy watching those exciting Bond movies.” 

“Sheesh, I guess it’s hereditary then. Ok, Goldfinger - take the wheel. We’re going to karaoke. Screaming into a mic is a legit form of therapy. Take it from me.” After dropping that nugget of wisdom, Bright and William enter the car. 

Before William speeds off from the driveway, he frowns and asks, “Why can’t I be James Bond?” 

Bright Eyes groans into their hands. 

-

It takes William Motherfucking Solaire crying into a microphone, singing Hurt by Christina Aguilera to convince Bright Eyes that something is wrong with the trajectory of their life. 

Seriously, what the fuck? 

Despite being one of the prettiest men who should be kept in a museum (isn’t he 5,000 years old or something?) William is an ugly crier. It doesn’t make any damn sense, but he sure ain’t got that damsel-in-distress tears like Cinderella. Bright could only grimace as they extended a box of tissues once William finished belting out the final verse. Their duffel bag mocks them from the door, the only exit from this room. The lamentation of Bright Eyes would be a sick-ass song. 

“The closest thing I have to a son, child-in-law, great grandson and friend are leaving me.” William confesses after blowing his nose. 

“Did I ask?” 

Much to Bright’s horror, William continues.  

“I wanted to be a leader and a father that I never had. A Maker that mine never was. All I wanted… was to protect my family. How did it all went wrong?” 

Oh, geez. William does not give a shit that Bright Eyes hasn’t unlocked his social link. All they wanted was to evict whatever funk was messing with his system like a landlord so they could run away in peace. Not play therapist! Now, the employees are nervously looking through that window on the door because a grown man is depleting their stock of tissue boxes by the minute while Bright is struggling to figure out how to comfort said grown man that doesn’t involve homicide. 

By the way, it took precisely ten minutes for William’s words to register in Bright’s crack-concentrated, addled spider monkey brain. 

Their eyes widen like the backside of a yogi mid-downward dog. “Time out. Back it up, dump truck. Vincent’s leaving? As in, leaving the Clan? Him and the rest of the main characters?” If Bright was still alive, their heart would beat frantically as their head spins in disbelief and betrayal. 

Frederick is leaving them? After everything? To follow what, Sam? And Vincent and Lovely? 

…Without even telling them? 

Numbness and Bright Eyes always have a strange relationship. Quinn draining their blood down to the last drop didn’t give Bright that all-encompassing numbness. It was only when they woke up again that did it. It feels like their bones just took a dip in a pond in the middle of Antarctica. They didn’t even realise they were crying until William gently wiped the tears with a tissue. It’s a testament to how the shocking numbness rooted Bright to the core because they would flinch away from any physical contact that they didn’t initiate after death. 

“You didn’t know.” William summarised with that same melancholy from Wonder World and that same sad smile. They hate it. They don’t deserve it Well! So much for karaoke therapy. Now Bright’s feeling like shit too. 

William leans back when Bright Eyes huffs and slumps against the cheap red sofa. They pretend that their nose isn’t itching when they sniffle as they angrily rub their red eyes. “Of course I didn’t know! I get that Sam wouldn’t tell me shit but I didn’t expect this knife in the back from Freddy!” They spit, and then words start to embarrassingly spill from their mouth before Bright could stop themselves. “I fucking hate this! Why can’t I do anything right!? Why can’t I stop making mistakes? Why do I always try for people who never even like me? Fuck, fuck, fuck this! I hate feeling like this! God, I’m so tired of-of everything!” Fun fact: Bright is also an ugly crier. Even more so than William at this point. Not that it matters because they’re too busy wailing and making a mess out of his shirt when he pulls them into a tight hug. 

A shirt that has more of a network compared to theirs, and Bright Eyes appropriate it by blowing their nose. 

When their crying tapers into hiccups, it’s William’s soothing hand behind their back that grounds Bright Eyes. Exhaustion finally sinks in, and they’re long for the rest in the forever box (coffin) already. 

“I’m… sorry, Little One.” 

“The hell for?” Bright Eyes scrunches their nose. Although William had released them from his embrace, Bright didn’t actually scoot away. Instead, they play the part of a finicky cat - pressing close to the older Vampire without acknowledging it. “You’re not Sam. I hardly even know you.” 

“And I regret it dearly. And I deeply apologised for the suffering that you had to endured under Samuel’s blatant negligence. If I had known earlier that the wounds caused by Alexis run deeper than he would like to admit, I would have intervened. I would have you in my care instead of his in a heartbeat.” 

“Alexis?” 

Here, William sighs. “My eldest Progeny and Samuel’s Maker.” 

“Why does he hate her so much that he took it out on me?” Bright hates how small their voice sounded to their own ears. They needed to know, though. They needed closure, and then maybe, finally, they’ll be able to move on somehow. 

William looks torn, clearly debating with himself. He sighed once more, but this time, it was with resignation. “It’s not my story to tell. However,” Seeing the crushed expression on poor Bright’s face, he decides to be honest towards someone who desperately needs it. Especially since they suffered not only at the hands of someone who was supposed to be their caretaker and teacher but also William’s own negligence. After the Adam incident, he should’ve kept a closer eye on his Clan instead of diverting this attention to other Houses. He owed this much to Bright Eyes and more. “You deserve the truth. Do you have some time to listen to an old man’s regrets?”

“I was supposed to clap my asscheeks to Ferris. So much for that. Actually, I guess it’s pretty hypocritical of me to get pissed off at Frederick for booking it since I was gonna do the same.” Bright’s grumbled, causing William to rear back in a start. But they press on. “So why the fuck not? Whose origin are you spilling? Wham Slam Bam Sam?” 

“…Yes. Two sins never cancel each other.” Something dark flashes over William’s beautiful face. The hair behind Bright’s neck freezes. “Yet I can’t help but find myself disappointed in Samuel’s behaviours more so than mine after tonight.” 

“Spill the tea, spill the tea! My life is already a German bedtime stories and besides, isn’t it so much fun when you focuses on someone’s L instead of yours!?” 

William simply rolled his eyes at their cheek, and so Bright Eyes made themselves comfortable as the Vampire King narrated a story of a daughter he dearly loved but could never understand, and in return, she was unable to understand those she loved. It was all very sad, and the tropes that William describes are all too familiar to Bright. Man, no wonder Alexis turned out to be a villainess like those in their favourite Korean romance manhwa. They wonder if reincarnation is a thing in this world. Would they reincarnate as one of Trisha Paytas’s babies, or is that exclusive to royalties? They made a mental note to ask William once story time was over. Anyway, Alexis and Sam’s history could be a Hozier’s album all on its own and Bright supposed they could muster up some form of sympathy for him if they have similar-sized bazoombas/chesticles as the Princess’, but alas, they don’t. For that, Bright can never forgive Sam for his projection. 

Frederick and their situation hit too close to home apparently, but just because he can’t dish it out on Alexis, does that justify him punishing Bright in her stead? Fuck that. 

Anger buzzes around Bright’s ears like angry hornets. They can’t be around Sam for at least 100 years now that they know the truth. Frederick and Tank can have him for all they care. 

They snatch the microphone again, prompting William’s curiosity. “Are we in for the next session of karaoke therapy?” 

Bright just searched for Grow A Pear by Kesha and belted out for the next three minutes. Making sure to scream out the verse, ‘but you cry about this, and whine about that. When you grow a pair you can call me back,’ making William wonder if he should’ve used more tact. Once they got it out of their system, Bright exhaled deeply and turned their attention back to William with their hands on their hips. 

“If thought crimes were a thing, they would need a new set of the Geneva Convention. So Sam’s a major Soy Wojack.  Good for him. Why is he and every one else are packing their shit up now and not ten thousand years ago?” 

“That’s my fault. My decisions regarding the Summit were inexcusable, and I fear they will be unforgivable to those I love.” William replies as morosely as a tortured poet in the 1500s. Very apt. 

Storytime, part 2! So, while the Summit didn’t go to hell in a handbasket, a lot of the parties that were nearly caught in the crossfire were butthurt, apparently. Trusts were betrayed, and William no longer rests on that pedestal in the eyes of Sam, Vincent, Tank and the furries. Bright doesn’t understand what the big deal is; William is literally an artefact. You can’t live that long with a shiny moral compass. Even now, as William easily takes in Bright’s shenanigans in stride, they could never ignore his capacity for cruelty and ruthlessness. No matter how soft he speaks or how kind he is to Bright. However, stressing out over the assumption that William always has an ulterior motive whenever he opens his mouth would be the equivalent of same-day shipping to God for Bright. Again. Besides, assumptions are nails that could seal a coffin, and Bright would rather use them to build a shelf for Bad Dragons and Lovehoney instead. 

So they snap their fingers, switching to Business Mode. “You know what your problem is? Your problem is that you don’t have a Shae to your Sansa. The Garrus to your Shepard. The Soundwave to your Megatron. Get it?” 

William just looks like a lost child in Whole Foods. Bright tries another angle. 

“Confidants, dude. You don’t have any of those. You’re a King, right? I thought every King has a council of advisers? Ain’t that supposed to be Vincent and Alexis’ job?” 

“No. I can’t possibly bear to burden my children with the unsavoury aspects of our world.” William counters with a grimace. Perhaps William and Bright share a lot more in common than they thought. Not the martyrdom vibes coming off William like radiation but the fact that both of them are essentially the universe's way of trying to figure out how much PTSD one man can possibly get. If Bright is an economist, they would vehemently write themselves and William down as bad use of human capital. Oh! Wait, William is still talking. “It was not out of malice that I placed my family in the dark regarding the Summit. It was out of love. I don’t understand why they couldn’t understand that. Porter even served as their shield.” 

“It could’ve gone better. It really did.” Bright insists, but judging from William’s stubborn expression, this is an issue that is not going to be resolved overnight. 

They thought long and hard about this. Running away is so damn easy it might as well be a cheat code, and isn’t that what Bright and the others are doing? Vincent and the others are probably doing so under the guise of ‘needing some space’ from William, but Bright was planning to run away from their feelings and issues with Frederick and Sam, with no intention of ever talking to them again. 

HOWEVER!

Being abandoned fucking sucks. Bright of all people knows how that tastes! The thought that William would be left all alone with a daughter that comes and goes worse than that street cat Priscilla leaves a sour taste in their mouth. William isn’t an evil dude. He’s just dumb.

Slowly, their duffel bag loses its appeal. Bright is going to take a leap of faith here, and only time will tell if this will be the stupidest decision they have ever made, triumph over their jaunt in Wonder World with Frederick. And so they sit beside William and say, “Look. I actually don’t wanna be alone, and I bet you don’t want that too.” “No, Little One. I had enough of it back in the day.” William quietly admits. A Vampire King shouldn’t be able to look like a poor puppy being left out in the rain! Seriously! 

“Right. Here’s the plan, Batman. You wanna spare Vincent and the rest about the nitty gritty aspects of what it means to be a deadbeat? Fine. We do it baby steps, then. You tell me before you pull off any shits, and I’ll talk your ear off how stupid it is until we figure something better. Sounds good?” 

“No. Absolutely not. You’re family as well, Bright Eyes. I won’t have you suffer the burden of my crown.” 

“I am the Alpha and the Omega. I am one of the mods in 4chan. I can handle shits, alright? It’s in my DNA! Look William, you need someone in your corner that you can trust. If you can’t start with your Progenies, start with me. Prove to them that you value their opinions. We’ve got all the time in the world for it, right?” 

Finally, after trying to get through William the entire night, he starts to look hopeful and, most importantly, determined. He clutches Bright’s hand tenderly. 

“In that case, I have a proposal of my own. If you promise to be my guide, I promise to be your teacher. Allow me to be what Sam was meant to be for you. Perhaps by helping one another, happiness can make its way to us.” As he says this, William feels a lot more better than ever before. It feels like things are starting to look up for him. A rebirth could be just what he and Bright sorely needed. 

What a blessing. What a boon to have a great-great-grandchild to be the modern incarnation of Athena. 

“Yeah, yeah. So! Never gonna give you up?” 

“Never gonna let you down.” 

[bywrios]

getting ready to go for raya with the boys…

wriothesley stands patiently before you, hands relaxed by his side as you fiddle and fix his sampin. the soft brocade is a shimmering shade of silver, a masterwork by none other than the proprieteress of chioriya boutique. it compliments his baju melayu perfectly, another custom work made of black silk that glistens in the light. it cuts his figure into a sharper silhouette, the broad line of his shoulders tapering into a narrow waist.

“all done?” he asks as you pull back, tilting his head with a relaxed smile. his hair, fluffier than usual, bounces with the movement. when he shifts, his silver cufflinks—shaped like little wolves—clink gently. you nod, returning a soft upturn of your lips. “let’s get going, then.”

“we have to head into the city first,” you say, taking his arm, the corded muscle firm beneath the silk. he hums as you both head to the door, listening attentively as you list off everything on the raya to-do list. you end by turning to him, lip between your teeth, almost worried, and ask, “if that’s okay?”

and he only chuckles, a large hand rising to cup your cheek and brushing his thumb against the ridge of your cheek.

“more than okay, sweetheart.”

what an odd question, he thinks. he could never say no to you, after all.

“are you sure this looks fine?”

you worry your lower lip anxiously as you look in the mirror, turning here and there to check every angle of your baju kurung. it’s a delicate shade of green with cream coloured designs woven into the soft cotton, specifically tailored to match your husband’s.

byron, however, does not lift his head—instead leaning back against the plush couch, his body tilted towards the open window, ever attuned to the call of the wild. nonetheless, an amused smile tugs at the corners of his lips, and from his shoulder, elona coos softly.

“i’m certain, dearest,” he reassures in his deep baritone, and from the mirror you pout at him.

“you didn’t even take off your blindfold,” you whine, turning to glare at him, hands on your hips. he chuckles at your attitude, then rises from the couch with languid, wilder grace, and pads over on quiet feet to stand before you.

“i do not have to,” he says quietly, leaning his forehead against yours, “for the wind has already whispered word of your beauty into my ears like prayer.”

“you—“ you splutter, and he laughs, warm and rich and your face feels nearly unbearably hot. “ugh, you haven’t been talking too much with lorsan, have you?”

“no,” he hums, grinning boyishly, and you groan internally. it seems he isn’t done with his mischief just yet. “you merely inspire me so, dearest.”

“you’re terrible.”

“you love me.”

you sigh, then smile anyway, gently holding his angular face in your hands.

“yeah, guess i do.”

[fronzie]

BLUE INFINITY LISTENER

" I’m Zephyr, thank you Mr. Fletcher and Mr. Byron. "

hello!! am back for this art drop. had to relax after what happened here in the states. to distract myself and get ready for the final episode drop, I drew my listener for the series!!

she’s Zephyr! Outfit and Character are inspired off of the Mycenaean Greek period! I don’t think i mentioned this but when i make an oc/listener, i love to take a culture from anywhere and think on how can i make this a character?

Here’s the full picture;

PICTURE - Reconstruction of a Wall-Painting from Thebes. Five women dressed in elaborate, brightly-colored ruffled skirts, open-fronted tops, and headdresses, walk in a procession, holding offerings such as flowers.

Photo; George E. Korinaios, CC0, Via Wikimedia Commons

Image Description; Anna P. Judson - WOMEN IN MYCENAEAN GREECE - 8, MARCH 2021

And my oc is this;

She’s a Greek Archeologist :) btw her voice claim is Bethy VA (aka Faithful in BvZ)

FLETCHER, BYRON, AND BLUE INFINITY IS OWNED BY @escapedaudios (my brother in Christ you’re so silly and i am here for it)

EDIT: jesus this got popular quickly i legit finished the art yesterday wtf- /pos

[starlightglimglam27666]

Poe tickles byron for stealing their grapes? (siblings au)

Sure, though I may depict Poe as male, meaning I'd have to depict Byron as female.

I hope that's okay...

Don't Steal Things from a Raven

Summary: Poe punishes Byron after she steals grapes from him.

Poe was closing in on Byron, ready to tickle her. She stole some grapes from him and now he decided to punish her for it. She tried to get him to reconsider.

"Poe, please! I-I didn't know they were yours!" Byron said, hoping he wasn't gonna tickle her. Unfortunately for her, Poe had other ideas.

"You need to be punished for this," Poe said, about to pounce. Byron tried flying, but Poe, also capable of flying, caught her before she got far. He held her down to prevent her from trying to fly away.

"Eep!" Byron knew she had no chance of escaping now Poe unfurled his wings and started tickling her sides.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle!" Poe said as he tickled. Byron started giggling as she was being tickled.

"Stop it!" she said as best she could through her giggles. "That tickles!"

"Coochie coochie coo!" Poe said, taking one of his own feathers and tickling her tummy with it. Byron burst into laughter as her tummy was shown no mercy.

"NOHOHOHOHOT THE FEHEHEHEHEATHER! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIHIHIT!" Byron said through her laughter. Poe ignored this and continued to tickle her.

"Oh, I found your weak spot, huh? Good to know, " Poe said, wiggling his feather all over Byron's tummy, looking for a sensitive place to tickle.

"STAHAHAHAHAHAP TICKLING MEHEHE! I'M TOHOHOHOHO TICKLISH FOHOHOHOHOR THIHIHIHIS!" Byron protested through her laughter as her tummy was shown no mercy.

"Not until you apologize!" Poe said, continuing to tickle her with the feather.

"POHOHOHOHOHOE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE! I'M SOHOHOHOHORRY! I WOHOHOHOHOHON'T STEHEHEHEHEAL FRHOHOHOHOM YOHOHOHOU AGAHAHHAIN!" Byron pleaded through her laughter as her delicate tummy was shown no mercy by the tickly feather.

"You promise?" Poe said, tickling her tummy more.

"I PROHOHOHOHOMISE! PLEHEHEHEHEHEASE STAHAHAHAHAHAP ! I DON'T LIHIHIHIKE THIHIHIHIS AHAHAHAT AHAHAHAHALL!" Byron found it very difficult to get any words out without being dissolved by laughter.

After twenty minutes of nonstop tickling, feeling like hours for Byron, Poe gave a quick tickle to her tummy and then stopped tickling her and let her up.

"Remember this, don't take things without asking," Poe said firmly, hovering next to his sister. Byron was catching her breath.

"I won't," she said, as she was hugging her midsection as she was catching her breath.

After that, Byron never took anything else without asking first.

[sovaghoul]

Know Your Bisexual History Spooky Edition: Mary Shelley was just 20 years old when dared by her good friend Lord Byron, wrote her literary masterpiece "Frankenstein", it remains a work of genius that can still horrify readers with the depths of man’s depravity and pursuit of knowledge at all costs. It is also a novel that places love, and the desire for love in its absence, at the heart of life. For this, and many other reasons, Shelley has become an idol for those whose souls search for belonging in dark times.

After all, this is the woman said to have married her lover, Percy Bysshe Shelley, after losing her virginity to him at the graveside of her mother. And then, after he drowned in a storm in 1822, carried his calcified heart – the only thing to survive his cremation – with her, wrapped in a silk shroud, until her death in 1851. (It was found in her desk, wrapped in the pages of one of his last poems.)

Shelley was bisexual. Writing to her close friend Edward Trelawny in 1835, Shelley recalled the years of loneliness and longing that followed Percy’s death, saying: “I was so ready to give myself away – and being afraid of men, I was apt to get tousy-mousy for women.” Jonathon Green, one of the most important historical lexicographers, was able to tell that “tuzzy-muzzy” as slang for the vagina dates back to 1642. There are also stories of Shelley having a love affair with Jane Williams not long after Percy’s death. She was also instrumental in procuring fake passports for two friends, Isabel Robinson and Mary Diana Dods, to flee to Paris and live there disguised as man and wife.

Acknowledging Shelley’s sexuality is very important for bi-visibility, something we still struggle with. But bi-history is everywhere, and now it has the gothic mother of science fiction icon herself. Long may she reign.

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The next few kisses were slow and passionate before she pulled back.

Daniela: Wait a minute... isn’t there normally a ring

Byron: Nothing gets past you

Daniela: My fiance tells me I’m brilliant

Byron: *chuckles* You are. You are also a ballerina with very low body fat who likes to stick her hands in my pockets while we’re out to stay warm. I didn’t want you to risk finding it before I did my whole serenade and declaration. Don’t worry, it’s at home. Mum helped me pick it but if it’s no good we’ll get it swapped

Daniela: Don’t you dare

Byron: You ready to go home now?

Daniela: Shouldn’t we clean up the candles first?

Byron: Yeah.... Will and Tiff will come when I text them. Thank you for saying yes

Daniela: Anything for you By