#ANYWAY she's a queen she's like 25 i love her okay that's it

[engagemythrusters]

okay I fully intended to flesh her out (disabled queen of Naboo) but then I lost all sense of everything while drawing and only came up with her first name (Roona--idk I made it up hopefully its not a word in an IRL language sorry)

anyway. here she is.

[abnerkrill]

why you, yes you, should read the Queen's Thief books

for #WinASignedSetofTheQueensThief2024, I am here to gently yet persuasively yell at you about why you should read the Queen's Thief books, in a helpfully numbered list (no spoilers, only vibes):

I like unreliable narrators. You like unreliable narrators. You know who the most unreliable narrator is? This scrunkly little guy, blorbo of all time, Eugenides (Gen). You're gonna fall in love with him. You're gonna want to throttle him. It's okay, it happens to us all. (official character art by Emily B. Martin isn't it gorgeous!!!)

Tumblrinas far and wide are known for our love of ancient Greek and Greek-inspired fantasylands. What if I told you that we could have it all (coastal Greek-esque kingdoms, political intrigue, The Gods Are Getting Involved) PLUS there are, occasionally, guns. Yes you heard that right. It's great. Come for the fantasy, stay for the Fantasy Guns(tm).

I could wax poetic about the female lead, Attolia Irene, for approximately 25 years without drawing breath, but suffice it to say she is THEE fantasy queen of all time. Her arc is incredible. I want to be her. I'm scared of her. I adore her. PLEASE read these books so you can also fall head over heels for her.

DYNAMICS!!!!!!!! we have ALL OF THEM. kings and queens and vassals and loyal advisors and scheming diplomats and brave soldiers and anxious scribes and we toss them into a blender and see what happens and who lands where. it is delicious.

Did I mention The Gods Are Getting Involved? the way these books weave the political reality & the godly, mythical, numinous aspects takes my breath away. Truly the blueprint.

Twists and turns that fly by like a rollercoaster. Truly, no one is doing the Plot Twist like MWT. You start out on these books and you think you know where they're going. yOU DO NOT. And you will be delighted every time.

Incredible prose, with occasional excerpts of poetry and song and myth that provide SUCH fertile ground for lore and worldbuilding and delicious, delicious Character Parallels. If you've ever been into classical reception even a smidge, you will rejoice at the plentiful references.

Bro's Road Trip of All Time (book 5) will knock your socks off. If you ever read Eagle of the Ninth, it's kind of like that, but got me even more good. deeply moving, I am never getting over them, (wails to the sky) I just want to be able to read this book for the first time again so YOU SHOULD TAKE THE CHANCE WHILE YOU HAVE IT

anyway, what are you waiting for, go read queen's thief, you will surely not regret it, what are you talking about these books ripped my heart out ha ha ha ha but i mean in a good & fun way okay enjoy!!!!!!!!

[b0r3dtod3ath]

hello! the usual necessity to request something for Andrey... anyway I was thinking about an fluff imagine about the reader being a tennis players and she takes her young sister to one of the tournaments, and the little girl is exploring the place and talking to other players and the reader gets kinda of scared because the little girl evaporated from her sight, and when she's searching for her she founds her with Rublev. Ps: this idea came from my little obsession with my favorites tennis players with children and I just saw some pictures of him with children and my heart melted. LOOK AT THIS MAN (love your work 🫶)

an: I have to be honest, Nini carries my Rublo writings : ) All hail the queen 🙏 Thank you!

You shifted your grip on the tennis racket, concentrating on the upcoming training session. Your little sister, Lily, was bouncing with excitement, her big eyes wide as she took in everything around her. At just seven years old, this was her first experience with tennis, and you felt a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought sharing this part of your life with her.

"Now, stick close to me, alright?" you said, playing with her hair. She nodded eagerly, but you could tell by her eyes that her mind was already a million miles away.

As practice neared, you crouched down to get Lily's full attention. "I'm going to warm up a bit. Just stay right here, okay? I'll be back soon". You hoped she could sit in audience for not too long and not cause any problems.

Lily nodded again, already entranced by the players on the nearby courts. You went to the court, glancing back occasionally to ensure she sat near the court.

When you returned from your warm-up, your heart skipped a beat—Lily was gone. Panic went through you. You searched, calling her name, and asked everyone nearby, "Have you seen a little girl with brown hair and a bright pink dress?".

Your mind raced with worry, imagining all kinds of scenarios. You looked through the courts, food stands, and souvenir shops, desperately looking for her.

Just as you were about to alert security, you spotted a familiar figure in the distance. Andrey, was leaning down beside a bench, gesticulating and talking with a little girl who looked just like Lily. Relief flooded through you as you sprinted over.

"Andrey!" you called, breathless. He and Lily turned to face you.

"Y/N!" Lily shouted, running over to hug you. "I made a new friend! Look!" She pointed at Andrey, who smiled warmly at you.

"I found her wandering around," Andrey explained as he stood up. "She was asking a lot of questions about tennis".

"Thank you," you took a big breath and smiled softly at your sister "I was so worried”. 

Andrey chuckled reassuringly. "No problem at all. She's quite the little tennis fan”.

Lily beamed. "He told me all about his training and even showed me some cool tricks with the racket. And he gave me a tennis ball!".

You exhaled, finally calming down. "I'm glad you had fun, but next time, stay closer to me, okay? I was really scared when I couldn't find you”.

"I'm sorry," she said, glancing at her shoes. "I just wanted to see everything”.

Andrey squatted down to her level. "You need to stay with your sister, but you can always find me if you have more questions about tennis or are feeling bored, alright?"

Lily nodded excitedly. "Deal!"

As you turned away, Andrey nudged you with a grin. "Up for a small match today? As a practice? I have some time to kill, and it might be fun with Lily watching. We can teach her something".

You hesitated for a moment, surprised by his offer. "Really? That would be fantastic. Thank you".

May 25, 2024

[ihavemanyhusbands]

Honey Bun (18+ Series)

Aaron Hotchner x Stripper!Reader

Part 3 // MINORS DNI

WC: 3.1k words

Song Inspo: Bop it Up! - The Marías (this song is sooooo)

Series Warnings: Eventual smut, bit of an age gap (placing reader at around 25-26), cursing, alcohol consumption, formalized sex work (Stripper/Pole Dancer), occasional angst, drama. In this chapter specifically -- oral (m receiving), p in v, dirty talking, tittyfuck, aaaand that's all I can think of rn, but lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: Hahahaha this got a little too self-indulgent for a moment sorry about that but anyways pls enjoy hee hee

Out in the main room, Gia was draped on the lap of her favorite regular —  A ruggedly handsome playboy that oozed charm and mischief, pearly white teeth glinting in the neon lighting. Derek was his name, and he was a rare exception to the sea of shitty patrons that came into the Crimson Lounge. 

While he didn’t stop by all too often, he always tried to make time to see Gia. He treated her like a queen, really. He bought her presents and kept in touch with her, so that she wouldn’t think he forgot about her.

He was generous with his tips, always making sure to give you some when you were on stage, too. Sometimes, he’d even get the VIP room for an hour just to get you and Gia out of the main floor, even if all the three of you did was talk. But that’s not to say things were always rated PG. 

You supposed at that point, you could consider him a friend of sorts, as well.

“Hello there, lovebirds,” you smirked at them, perching on the armrest of the seat next to theirs.

“Hey, Honey Bunny,” said Derek, adopting the nickname Gia gave you. “Busy night?”

“Never too busy for you two.”

Gia leaned her temple against his, smiling wide. “Derek was just being a big cheeseball.”

He chuckled. “What, can’t I tell you I missed you? It’s been a while, Gigi.”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You guys are cute.”

“There’s enough love to go around, Honey,” Derek smirked.

“Save it. I’m allergic.”

“Oh, please,” Gia scoffed. “I’ve seen you heart-eyed before.”

You raised an eyebrow. “When?”

“With me, silly. Obviously.” She shook her head, bending closer to Derek’s ear to fake whisper, “Don’t let her fool you, she’s a big softie on the inside.”

His smirk only grew. “Trust me, I know.”

Once more, you rolled your eyes, swatting at them playfully. You still hadn’t told her about Aaron, but you were sure she could see the dreamy sort of infatuation in your eyes whenever your thoughts drifted to him. You hadn’t yet been on another date with him, but you couldn’t wait to see him again. 

Eventually, you would probably have to tell him about this job… if things even got that far. A part of you wanted to stall things so that you could keep seeing him for longer. You weren’t sure how he would react, and a part of you feared that he’d simply cut you off. If that were the case, he wouldn’t really be worth keeping around anyway.

It would hurt, yes, but you wouldn’t ever let anyone shame you for anything you chose to do. 

“We really need to get her a man, though,” she insisted. “Don’t you have a friend you could set her up with?”

“None that are worthy,” he said, but then thought about it. “Well, except maybe one or two.”

“It’s okay, baby,” you said, reaching over to pat his knee in appreciation. “Trust me, I can get my own.”

They both raised their eyebrows in amusement, sharing a look.

“I know you can,” Derek conceded. “If you change your mind, though, I can bring one to you. Hell, I can bring them both to you.”

—————————————-

“Are you going to be home late tonight?” Sadie asked from the doorway. “I’m going out, too, and I just wanted to know if you’d be here after me or….”

“Probably,” you shrugged, glancing over at her. “Wait, is that my shirt?”

“…Maybe. I’ll wash it, I promise.”

You sighed in resignation, letting it go for the time being.

“Actually, I don’t even know if I’ll be home at all tonight.”

“Ooooh, I thought it was just a lil date,” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

You rolled your eyes. “You know how dates can end.”

Aaron had invited you over to watch movies at his place, promising he would cook for you. It’d be your first date in private, which made it all the more exciting. You rarely accepted dates at somebody’s house, but this was Aaron you were talking about!

You knew he wouldn’t try any funny business — unless that’s what you wanted (which it was) — so that made you feel more at ease. Well, for the most part, since you were practically vibrating with anticipation, too.

“Oh my god, you’re like, shaking,” she said teasingly, wagging her eyebrows suggestively. “You like this one, don’t you?”

You huffed in frustration, fixing your ponytail. You’d opted to dress cute but comfortable, finally having a night off to yourself. You couldn’t even remember the last time you wore plain leggings and a sweatshirt, but at that moment, you wished you never had to wear anything else.

“What’s with everyone suddenly thinking I’m a hopeless romantic or something?” 

“I don’t know, dude. I haven’t seen you like this about someone in a while.”

“Whatever, Sadie,” you said, deciding to change the subject. “Where are you going anyways?”

“It’s Nena’s twenty-first, remember?” she said, shouldering you a little to the side so she could also look in the mirror. “We’re going to the Duchess, so don’t worry, I’m sure Jo’s gonna keep an eye on us.”

Your phone buzzed on the dresser, and you saw it was a text from Aaron saying he was outside.

“Well, just be careful, okay? And don’t drink too much,” you said, kissing her temple as you grabbed your stuff.

“Have fuuun~” she said in a sing-song voice. “Oh! And can I borrow your leather jacket?”

“Yes, as long as you don’t scratch it!” You yelled over your shoulder, practically skipping towards the door.

——————-

Upon arrival, Aaron hung up his keys and his jacket, hovering close to you.

“Welcome to my humble abode,” he said, vaguely gesturing around.

“Wow, your place is really nice,” you said as you took off your shoes by the door.

That was an understatement. His house was immaculate, really, with hardwood floors and modest decorations. He had nice furniture, but nothing too flashy or extravagant. You already knew he had money, but it was clear he didn’t much care to flaunt it.

“I can give you a tour after dinner,” he offered. “I finished preparing everything earlier, just need to heat it up.”

“Need any help?”

“No, no, don’t worry about it. You just sit back and relax, let me spoil you.”

You couldn’t help but smile slyly. “Spoil me, huh? Careful, Aaron. I just might get used to it.”

He smirked a little. “That’s the plan.”

From the adjacent living room, you watched him putter around in the kitchen, placing a dish in the oven and opening a bottle of red wine. He whistled a little as he worked, and you saw the flex of his muscles under his shirt. Your eyes trailed down to his exposed forearms, since he’d rolled up his sleeves.

Suddenly you were very hungry, but food was the last thing on your mind.

He brought you a glass and sat next to you on the couch, clinking his glass with yours. His body was angled to face you, arm resting behind you. You adjusted yourself, scooting just a little bit closer in the process.

“I’m surprised I was able to pull you away from work,” he said. “I’m really glad you could make some time for me in your busy agenda.”

“Oh, please,” you grinned, taking a sip of wine. “You act like I’m the only one.”

He chuckled. “I’ll give you that, but I did call off in advance.”

“So did I. Plus, doesn’t that make this time together even sweeter?”

He nodded, his eyes roaming over your face. He leaned forward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

“It sure does.”

You couldn’t help yourself, so you met him halfway and planted a kiss on his lips. It was quick and innocent, but it left enough of a promise that there would be more to come. 

At that moment, the oven’s timer dinged, indicating that the food was ready. The two of you moved over to the dining table, which was neatly set, lit candles and all. He’d made pasta primavera and some rosemary chicken, which smelled heavenly. Not only did you love how much effort he put into it, but also the fact he was genuinely a good cook. He smiled when your eyes fluttered close after the first bite, humming in delight.

Dinner was a breeze, where you swapped stories and joked around, hands often coming together. They were so thrilling, those little touches; So incredibly intimate in their simplicity. 

Perhaps it was then that the foreplay really started, before you even kissed him again. 

You patted your belly as he cleared the table, smiling beatifically. At that moment, you wanted nothing more than to languish with him, your body warm from not just the wine.

“You know how they say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach?” You said. “I think that applies to women, too.”

He glanced at you over his shoulder, his smile mirroring yours. “I told you my nefarious plans from the beginning.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as he came back from the kitchen, leading you back towards the couch. God, now you were giggling too!? This wasn’t helping your case at all. You could picture Sadie and Gia’s smug smirks clear as day.

“Well, safe to say you succeeded.”

In a small act of boldness, you propped your legs up on his lap as soon as he sat next to you. He was so warm, too, and all you wanted was to sink into him. But the amount of restraint you two had held onto so far was kind of fun, almost like teasing. His hand came to rest on your knee, thumb lightly tracing it. 

“So, do you have a movie in mind?” You asked, propping a cushion behind you and lying back on it.

He looked over at you, his eyes flicking down your body before returning to your face. “I could think of a few. What kind do you like?”

“Wait, oh my god, crazy request, but have you ever seen Bram Stoker’s Dracula?” You asked excitedly, propping up on your elbows. “The Coppola one. It’s one of my favorite movies, sooo fucking campy!”

“You’re cute when you’re excited,” he said, and his eyes seemed to gleam with affection as he started looking for it on his smart TV. “Anyways, I haven’t seen it, but now I really think I should.”

“Prepare to be absolutely blown away.”

Once he found the movie, you were more focused on his reactions rather than the actual film. You tried to watch, you really did, but it was impossible to look away from him. The elegant column of his throat, the clean cut of his jaw, the dark fan of his lashes…

His thumb absently continued its slow caresses on your knee, and you surreptitiously slid closer, so now your thighs were on his lap. He looked down at you then, his eyes pitch black in the low light, desire like a living thing behind them.

Your restraint broke then and there.

You sat up, cupping the back of his head and bringing him into your ravenous kiss. On the screen, Mina and Dracula were also kissing after he finally confessed his undying devotion for her. You moaned a little as he pulled you up so you could straddle him properly. 

You raked your fingers through his hair as his tongue found yours. It wasn’t so much a kiss as it was a devouring, all the anticipation finally reaching its peak. He ran his hands down your back, reaching your hips as you rocked them. His breathing hitched at the friction, grip tightening.

“God… I’ve wanted this for days now,” he said, barely separating his lips from yours. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”

“You’re telling me,” you said with the smallest laugh, capturing his lower lip with your teeth. 

He groaned into your mouth, which caused you to shudder. His hands hesitated at the hem of your sweatshirt, so you leaned back to grant him permission, raising your arms above your head. He took it off for you, tossing it to the side. 

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he rasped, seemingly surprised but also utterly delighted. 

“Obviously not, it’s my day off,” you said, nipping at his jaw, causing him to chuckle.

He moved to kiss your neck, your clavicles, your sternum, before finally his tongue encircled one of your nipples. One of your hands kept his head in place as you leaned back, eyes closing momentarily. Beneath you, his cock was rock hard, straining against his slacks. 

As he rolled your other nipple between his fingers, you rocked your hips agonizingly slow. When his teeth grazed your sensitive skin, your body jerked, and you pushed him back.

“I need this off, now,” you urged, shaking fingers unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of him.

You ran your hands down his hairy chest, mouth watering at the sight of his heaving breaths and his puffy lips. You licked your lips salaciously, an idea popping into your mind. 

“What do you say we turn this into a no pants party?” You purred.

He nodded eagerly, and you slid off his lap onto the floor, kneeling before him. He shifted his hips forward, and you reached to undo his belt and slacks, pulling them down. His cock sprang out, hitting his stomach. It was thick and just above average in length, with a prominent vein that you could not wait to tongue. The tip glistened with precum, and he gripped the base as your hands came to rest on his thighs. 

Teasingly, you gave the tip a couple of kitten licks, tasting the salty musk of his arousal. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, and you looked up at him through your lashes. His hips bucked involuntarily, and you smirked. 

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” he panted. “Where did my sweet Honey go?”

“I’m right here,” you breathed, pressing a kiss on his shaft before letting him feed it into your mouth. 

You flattened your tongue as you began bobbing your head slowly, taking him deeper each time. He wound your ponytail around his hand as he gently guided your head, groaning as he reached the back of your throat. You hummed around his length.

You released him momentarily, pumping him with your fist as you finally licked the entirety of that sensitive vein. His body jerked, and more precum leaked out of the tip.

“Fuck,” he gritted out, head tossed back. “That mouth of yours is heaven.”

You giggled, utterly drunk on the fact that you could give him such pleasure. You rubbed your thighs together as you leaned forward, pressing your breasts against his cock. He began shuttling it up and down immediately, and you spat down on it so it could slide even easier. 

“Such a dirty girl,” he praised, brow furrowed at all the stimulation you were subjecting him to. “I think I’ll lose my mind if I don’t fuck you soon.”

“That makes two of us.”

He gently pulled your head back as he bent to kiss you feverishly. Your tongues tangled messily, the movement of his hips erratic. Arousal was a deep well of heat in your belly, inner thighs sticky from how wet you were.

You moaned into each other’s mouths and, unable to wait any longer, you extricated yourself from him. You yanked your leggings off, along with your underwear, the two of you maintaining heavy eye contact.

You quickly grabbed a condom from your purse, opening the wrapper with your teeth before rolling it onto him. You were a responsible horndog, after all, even if you were also on birth control.

Next thing you knew, you were sinking down on his length, stretching you deliciously. You shared breath as he bottomed out, his hands on your back firmly pressing you against him. 

“God, you’re so wet and warm,” he groaned, gripping your hips once more. “You’re taking me so well, too. This pussy is so good to me.”

You began riding him slowly, adjusting to his size. He filled you up so nicely, and you couldn’t help but whimper in his ear. He kissed your shoulder and your neck, sending shivers down your spine.

Soon enough, you picked up the pace, working the entirety of his length. You pulled back, using his shoulders to steady yourself, your breasts bouncing in his face. He chased one of them with his mouth, sucking your nipple once more.

The lewd sound of skin slapping together filled the room, as well as the chorus of your moans and grunts. You could feel that familiar coil winding in your stomach, and you bit down on your bottom lip.

“F-fuck, your cock feels so fucking good. It’s so t-thick,” you mewled, back arching. “I’m so close.”

“You’re clenching me hard,” he said, pulling back and reaching between the two of you so his fingers found your clit. “Come for me, I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”

He stroked your clit in quick, tight circles, and your hips stuttered. There was no rhythm to your movements at that point, just you chasing your high.

You came undone mere moments later, crying out his name. He was whispering praises before his words melted into a low groan. You could feel his cock twitching inside of you as he also reached his peak, prolonging your orgasm.

The two of you panted heavily, foreheads leaning together. You kissed him sweetly, smiling against his lips. He rubbed your back gently, and you could feel his hammering heartbeat against your chest, in tempo with yours.

“I wanted to jump your bones from the moment I first saw you,” you confessed with a chuckle, wiping a strand of dark hair away from his forehead. “But the real thing was so much better than my fantasies.”

“Oh, so you fantasized about me, did you?” He teased, and you shifted your hips in retaliation, making him hiss. “Easy there, cowgirl. You know I wanted you just as bad.”

The two of you laughed, sharing a couple more pecks before you lifted yourself off of him, plopping back onto the cushion.

He went to clean himself off and discard the condom, coming back with some water and a wet cloth to clean you up. He’d also brought you one of his t-shirts to wear, which you immediately slipped on, inhaling the lingering scent of his cologne deeply. He pulled you to him, kissing the top of your head and wrapping his arms around you.

“We can restart the movie if you want,” he said. “I must shamefully admit I wasn’t paying any attention to it.”

You grinned impishly. “I forgive you, I also wasn’t focusing much.”

“Something tells me we might have to pause it again, especially with you looking like that.”

“Well, you won’t hear me complaining.”

[dootznbootz]

hello hi hello i am here to hold out my little bowl and ask for a 'penelope abducted' snippet please

*coughs up blood and places strange, radioactive goop in your bowl* 🙃

I wouldn't say it's a snippet but it's more of a

SCRIPT

with some "writing" slapped in between. (there's a reason why I take forever to write things :'D Or then they end up like this)

I don't have a reason for Paris kidnapping Penelope, this is more to just explore characters and their emotions as I LOVE THAT SHIT. Honestly, this whole thing doesn't make too much sense plotwise lol. Don't think about the logical shit, JUST SIT BACK AND FEEL THINGS. This unedited af and it's basically first draft, so while I think the concepts are okay, the writing is sloppy.

This is a younger Hector, why he's a lil bit more unsure. Odysseus and Penelope are around 25-26. Telemachus isn't here yet. Realistically, Hector would be dead, but I REALLY want a certain conversation between them >:)

Honestly, writing this made me weirdly learn I write more/better when the text is smaller :P BUT I'm sorry anon, I'm sending out what I got when I didn't do that. as..you sent this a while back and I should get on it. I also tried not to "headhop" as I know that's "not a good writing habit" but oh my fuck. Take me outside and shoot me in the backyard. It's AGONY and feels so fucking BORINNNG to write. What's the point if I don't know every single DETAIL?!?!? kljhuytdfuyghk

ANYWAYS

Warnings: Miscarriage mention, violence.

Andromache whimpered as the man, Aethon of Same, he had called himself, pulled the knife closer to her throat. Smoke and screams sounded from outside as whatever godlike blasts went off once more as King Odysseus ran through Troy.

Hector felt anger and despair surge through him. For every blast, another sibling of the fifteen taken hostage dies. His throat burned.

(More stuff. Don’t wanna do now. Aethon pulls a "whoops. I missed." and cuts Andromache's collarbone to get Hector to comply.)

“I am without weapons, let her go now.”

Aethon nodded, only to push her into the arms of the other two men with him, held once more.

“You said you would-”

“Let her go? I did. She’s simply no longer held by me. You will guide us, and if you try to lead us astray, my soldiers here will not miss Lady Andromache’s throat like I did.”

“You are without honor! There is no reason to do this. I will show you to where Lady Penelope is, you didn’t need to take my wife-”

His words were cut off when a large hand cut off his words by grabbing his neck, the sounds becoming a squeak as it left his mouth.

Gray eyes burned into him as they got closer to his face. “There is no honor in kidnapping a queen while she recovers from a great pain either! Barely back on her feet and taken from her home.” Aethon hissed, trembling with a barely restrained rage. He breathed slowly, before letting go. “Simply repaying the favor...I will not repeat myself; You will show us where she is.”

Hector started to walk forward, restrained as he was. He remembers how Penelope spoke with such warmth for her husband. “Does your King approve of your methods?”

Aethon chuckled darkly, flicking the dagger between his fingers before tossing it to one of the men who held Hector. “Why do you think he sent me? Move along, Prince of Troy.”

(Stuff happens. Cassandra is muttering to everyone that no one will be hurt as long as they did as told, (no one believes her).One of Hector's brothers tries to step in only for Aethon to pull a one-punch-knock-out like he does with the Irus in the Odyssey as a beggar. One of Hector's sister-in-laws is naiad-born, he gives her a look, not realizing Aethon noticed her ears as well and is letting this happen. Aethon knows about Naiads just as much.)

Hector lifted his head as much as he could with how he was restrained, and gathered strength in his voice. “Lady Penelope! A man by the name of Aethon of Same is here to escort you!”

No reply. All that could be heard is more screams outside as another blast as loud as thunder went off. Another sibling is now dead. He tried to focus on the task.

The door was somehow blocked from the inside, despite how much she raged at being blocked in there by Paris himself. 

Hector started to shift his shoulders a bit. Fear gripped him as he glanced over to Andromache once more, still crying and bleeding from the wound on her collarbone. Her dress now sticking with red as blood seeped through. 

He looked forward again. “Lady Penelope,” Louder this time. “Are you in there?”

No reply. There seemed to be shuffling but he could not truly tell with how his ears were ringing.

Hector turned his head around to look at Aethon, the brutal man, hoping to make him understand that he was trying. That she should be here. 

From under one of his brother’s helm, sharp gray eyes flicked from the door back to Hector. His strong arms were tense as they crossed over his chest. It disturbed Hector how it fit him as if it were his own. A flash of light went across his hard face as another blast happened close by. He was unfazed

Hector was about to plead again, for the man to let Andromache go and take him if he felt the need before Aethon lifted a hand for him to be silent.

Aethon stood in front of the door then, eyes looking down towards the crack at the bottom of the doorway as he watched for movement. He frowned when there was nothing. He took a deep breath and leaned forward a slight bit, “Queen Penelope! We are here to take you home!”

A quick “Oh!” and a crash of pots sounded. 

Aethon’s eyes blazed and teeth gritted as he grabbed and rattled the door handle. “Penelope!”

He panted hard, the door handle now bent from his strength. He began to frantically throw his shoulder into the door, ramming himself and charging like that of an angered boar. 

“Penelope! Are you hurt?” His voice strained. Hector wonders if this man was related to Penelope in that he was so informal.

Another blast sounded and another shuffle and crash sounded from inside the room. Aethon swallowed a breath and he growled as he savagely rammed again. One hand going to undo the strap of the helm he wore, he pulled it off his head, revealing a tight braid of auburn curls on his head. Aethon began slamming the helm into the hinges of the door until one came off. The dented helmet in his hand, he once more barreled into the door. This time it worked. 

Aethon frantically looked around the room before an “Odysseus!” sounded from his left to which he turned swiftly to. 

The fear on Aethon's face turned to joy as he called her name back, lifting his arms to wherever she came from to pull her to him. Her bare feet dangled a short bit as she rested her chin on his shoulder and clung to him, before he sank to the ground. His knees barely missing the shattered pottery. A sob of relief escaped his lips as the lady kissed his face between comforting words.

It suddenly clicked into place. This wasn’t just a devoted captain to a king, this was a devoted husband. 

King Odysseus.

Hector could only watch in confused awe at the scene that unfolded. This man, this king, was weeping. To any outsider, it would look as though it was he who was being rescued. The strong shoulders that burst through the oaken door now shook with sobs. His fingers, ones that had bruised his own neck, were now caressing Penelope’s back, trembling as they combed through her hair. For her or his comfort, Hector did not know. 

Penelope soothed, a tearful smile on her face as she scratched at his scalp in small circles as he cradled her. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not hurt. He didn’t touch me”

A whimper escaped him. He lifted his head from her bosom and tears hung from his lashes. A hand, blood already dried from the broken jaw of Thoon, gingerly touched her abdomen.

Penelope’s face twisted up and more tears fell from her silver eyes as she told her husband something Hector couldn’t hear.

Hector realized that it had be begun to rain, what had soft pattering became a downpour, as though the couple’s tears had been what filled the clouds themselves. It put out the fires. 

“Andromache!” Penelope gave her husband a knowing yet disappointed look, a few surprised blinks from red rimmed eyes as a response. She took some raindrops on her fingertips from outside. “Let her go. Now.”

The men released Hector’s wife, who immediately went to touch the wound on her collarbone, wincing as she pressed her hand to it. Hector lunged from the men holding him only to be restrained further.

Penelope started to stand, only to be stopped by the shards that still littered the ground. Odysseus, his eyes and hands never leaving her, lifted her up as he walked across the room. The sandals on his feet protecting him.

Andromache shied away a bit before Penelope grabbed her hand as water went to her wound, sealing it as though it had never been there. 

Hector felt sharp eyes upon him and looked back at Odysseus. It…truly was hard seeing him as the same man who had cut Andromache. Once hard as flint gray eyes were now red from tears, calm and calculating. Two trails went down his ashen cheeks and revealed freckles Hector didn’t notice before.

Odysseus took Penelope’s hand and placed it on the collar of his armor for her to pull away. It now being pulled away, he easily reached in and grabbed a damp parchment. Sweat smudged it but it was clearly a map of Troy. Some circles on the map made Penelope shift and give her husband a questioning look only for him to shrug. She gave a glare, he responded with a smirk.

“Your siblings are still alive,” he started quietly. “I swear upon Almighty Zeus that your siblings are still alive upon the ship. At most some have a headache.” He gestured with his head towards the window, a curl that had been tucked by his wife fell from behind his ear with the movement. "If you want your siblings back, my men, my queen, and I will be treated as guests until we leave…after this storm ends, hopefully.”

Hector was about to yell, to call him a liar, before Penelope interrupted. “They are alive, Hector.”

Striking silver eyes were now piercing through him, though not cold, they didn’t hold the same warmth as before. Her cheeks still damp from tears yet her mouth set in a fine line. One hand reached up and held her husband’s face, who gazed at Hector with the same expression. 

Was this what Paris meant when he said that Lady Penelope should be nobody’s wife? The cruelty he spoke of...?

“The rain started as soon as we were reunited. The fires are put out by Lord Zeus... Hector, I would prefer if your siblings joined us with a feast.”

(More bickering talk shit. blahblahblah. Hector realizes that while Penelope was "nice" while in Troy, She does so many tricks that no one realizes, as she's trying to stay alive while waiting and Paris is scared of her as Aphrodite isn't here. Hector realizes that she's just as cold and that Odysseus is "just a guy" in way. Realistic? No. But I want Hector alive so then a certain convo can happen >:)

(Again, this is unedited. :'D so yeah. it's not great right now)

She sat up to look back at him, his eyes already looking watery still but she would let him decide if he would share with her or not. 

Penelope didn’t have to wait long as he relaxed his shoulders and took a deep breath, once more shoving his head under her neck, like how Anthos would shove her little body against Penelope’s for pets. 

Odysseus took peace in this silence, her chilled body against his own once more. Her being taken from him was a fear he had never experienced before. (more stuff)

“I hate that we're trapped here until...Whatever it is the gods want us here for is done."

"I know. We should be in our palace, in our nest...But we're together... And we have their favor as of now...They didn't even notice what we've taken yet."

Odysseus smirked, reassuring Penelope a little bit. She waited more for what was really bothering him. (more stuff)

"The Timing of everything…It frightens me.”

“Timing?” 

He nodded. “First, our…Our loss,” His voice cracking at the end, his warm palm pressed against her lower belly. She swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing her own pain down in hopes he would continue. 

“Then the Pirates, and then among them that…Paris, taking you away. I couldn’t hear the gods. I-” Tears started to spill now, finally flowing from the dam he had put up. “I am always so afraid of losing you after each loss. I never thought…I never thought I could ever possibly lose you like this. That the gods decided that I’ve caused enough pain and that you’d be best with another husband…”

(more sappy crying. When am I not making shit sappy and weepy?)

She chuckled, “You came with so few men and thought you had the gods against you and you still come to get me? You really are a silly man.”

Hector is alive for a conversation that will be better than this.

Hector watched as King Odysseus’ smile shined as he watched Lady Penelope race across the pasture; a request she had before they would leave.

Hector knew she had good horsemanship, remembering the day she first tried to leave for the shores only to be returned. But he was surprised the King of Ithaca agreed, even more that he wasn’t with her as well, as he has been woven to her side since he came. 

And Hector couldn’t help but be angry once more. 

How was this smiling, doting man the same man who terrorized his city?

“Spit it out.”

Odysseus still watched Penelope as she laughed as she rode one of Hector’s large dapple grays. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know what you’re thinking about. Spit it out.” 

Hector huffed and shook his head at the king. How could he even start?

“Even if the messenger you apparently sent did get to us, and we were too late, as you thought…Why was your first plan of action to terrorise us?”

Odysseus twisted a ring he had on his finger, seemingly amused by Hector’s question. “Prince Hector, I had to make sure you wouldn’t say no when I asked again.”

“Would you have even asked?” Hector hissed, bracing his shoulders a bit.

Odysseus chuckled. “You got me there.”

Hector seethed. “I will admit that Troy did the first offense and I am very grateful that everything went peacefully, but to retaliate to such extreme-”

“To even compare what your brother did to what I did is stupid,” His hands gripped the fencepost, knuckles white. “Be thankful Troy still stands, Son of Priam.”

Hector was taken aback by the venom in Odysseus’ voice, having not heard that since the very same white knuckled hands had held his throat…

Hector keeps forgetting Aethon and Odysseus are the same man.

Odysseus turned his head back around towards the pasture as he heard Penelope’s laughter, his shoulders easing as she raced by. 

“What would it take for you to do what I did, Prince Hector?”

“What?” 

Odysseus stood up straight, waiting until Hector looked back at him before he continued. “Maybe you wouldn’t be able to come up with the same plan,” -he ignored Hector’s rolling eyes- “But what would have to happen for you to ‘go mad’ as you said? I held back and you still think so lowly of me…Do you think you’re above it?”

Odysseus stood right in front of him, those flint eyes seeming to pry him open. “Or…Do you even know what would make you do that? Do you think you have something so important to you that you’d defy gods just to make things right again?” 

More (hopefully) quality stuff will replace this. But I LOVE the thought of Hector (and many of the Trojans) falling for the two's charms only to suddenly remember. "Wait...You guys are violent as fuck". Also How "Odysseus would sacrifice all of Ithaca for Penelope and Telemachus but I don't think Hector would do the same for Andromache and Astyanax" which klsjdf dklsjf kl FUCK YEAH. I SO BADLY WANNA COOK WITH THAT!!! I JUST NEED to get more good ingredients :'D

Notes/reasons/just more stuff

While I don't have a reason as to why Paris kidnapped her, I desperately didn't want Paris to TOUCH her as holy shit, I'm tired. So I had to think of something that was realistic that would make it so that he couldn't and well, Odypen already experience some miscarriages over the years and with the potential angst??? Yeah. :'D Also she scares Paris. He USED to have long hair. (Penelope doesn't have a goddess making her be nice)

Odysseus' plan is supposed to be sloppy kind of. I'm also not a fucking battle strategist. I'm making this up. He doesn't have a huge army and is so so terrified and angry. He basically rushes out (despite being told not to) on one of the pirates boats (undercover in a way). They DID send a messenger but we know he's violent. Basically a few of his men snuck into Troy and quickly stole some armor and snuck around using the fires (idk olive oil) as a distraction. Honestly he's fucking lucky. He's not the experienced and calm(ish) man he is in the Iliad and the Odyssey. His plan is relying mostly on fear.

Penelope did try to sneak out once on horseback and that's why she's like "I wanna do that again. I can't on Ithaca. I wanna have one more chance to do it"

I kind of plan for Penelope to kind of be seen as "kinder" and they use that to their advantage.

I kind of want Penelope and Hector/Andromache to bond over fertility problems as idk, drama and why she cares for them, AND they're barely at 2 years into their marriage and get SO MUCH more shit for it because... Priam is a fucking RABBIT of a man (no hate against him but Idk how tf he can MOVE. He is trying to create his own army)

I so desperately wanted to switch to Andromache's POV so often as I kind of want to compare the two couples and how they relate to one another. but that's the headhopping in me :'D O: We'll be leaving now. P: Not without compensation. Later on P: "YOu didn't see that amazing cauldron they have?!" O: "Penelope, I was a bit preoccupied and freaking out. Besides you were the treasure I needed to bring back home- OH MY GODS" P: I KNOW?!?! You're such a sweetie. 😘

Also Penelope, pulling some jewelry out: I grabbed these. I think this one will fit your middle finger. Odysseus, 🥹: Penelope, you are what it means to adore.

Anon, I'm sorry it's not really a snippet but I hope you still enjoyed :'D Sorry about the radiation I put in your bowl 😅

[vanderwoodlings]

fire escape: a dan&vanessa playlist (x)

Tracklist and commentary under the cut:

1. “We’re Going to Be Friends,” The White Stripes. Here we are, no one else/We walk to school all by ourselves is definitely the specific line that made this one for them as little kids need to be here—there’s a very specific way that Dan and Vanessa’s friendship involves (but quietly and unacknowledged) their family bullshit

2. “Kids In The Dark,” All Time Low. They left alone, the kids in the dark/To burn out forever or light up a spark

3. “You Get What You Give,” New Radicals. This whole damn world could fall apart/You’ll be okay, follow your heart/You’re in harm’s way, I’m right behind/Now say you’re mine

4. “Little Cellist,” Bears In Trees. Hmmmm yeah I think they’re a little fucked in the head

5. “Walk Backwards,” Maude Latour. We’re still early days, here, little fourteen year olds who haven’t quite had anything go wrong with them yet and so they’re orbiting closer and Dan hasn’t really noticed that Vanessa’s got a crush and neither of them know it’s a bad idea

6. “Bruises,” Reneé Rapp. …but the truth is I bruise easily/And sure I’m down to be the joke/Metaphorically though.

7. “Prodigal,” David Wirsig. In the beginning we were banished/Then we stoked the fires/And scrapped our songs for salvage. The thing is, like, Dan craves acceptance by the cool kids even as he holds up his pretentiousness as a shield and Vanessa is an outsider who wants people to meet her where she is and accept her

8. “Forgive Me Friend,” Smith & Thell feat. Swedish Jam Factory. This kind of tracks us into s1: And I, I promised that we would never change/That you and me would always stay the same/How I let you down

9. “That’s What Friends Are For,” Dionne Warwick, Elton John. Keep smilin’, keep shinin’/Knowin’ you can always count on me for sure/That’s what friends are for/For good times and bad times

10. “Old Friends,” Pinegrove. …Significant amounts of this playlist may be bitchy. Maybe I should have gone out a bit more/When you guys were still in town/I got too caught up in my own shit

11. “Platonic Cuddling,” Breakup Shoes. But significant parts are also sweet! Lovely day to watch the clouds race/Lovely day, nothing I would change

12. “You’re My Best Friend,” Queen. They are. So stupid for repeatedly trying to date. I love them

13. “Give It Up,” I Fight Dragons. The UES is a seductive kind of hell. Give it up for human nature/Give it up now, bit by bit.

14. “Misfit,” High Dive Heart. I know people say that you’re a misfit/But that’s the thing I like about you

15. “Everything I Had,” Sub-Radio. And sometimes you grow apart and you don’t want to admit that things are falling apart and here you are anyway

16. “Youth,” Daughter.

17. “I’ve Been Over It,” Geowulf. Time and time again, my head just wants to find a reason why/I needed another lesson in choosing who to give my heart. Wherein you date the guy

18. “Grow Up and Be Kids,” The Cab. But it’s still gone.

19. “Dial Tones,” AS IT IS. All we ever share are dial tones

20. “Twins,” The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart. I didn’t mean to let you down/And now I know everything that’s good is gone

21. “I’m Not Calling You A Liar,” Florence + The Machine. I’m not calling you a liar/Just don’t lie to me

22. “It Ain’t Me, Babe,” Johnny Cash with June Carter Cash. Go away from my window/Leave at your own chosen speed/I’m not the one you want, babe/I’m not the one you need

23. “When We Were Writers,” Indigo Girls. This… might’ve been the first song on here? Idk the sense of artistic nostalgia just worked so very Correctly with their vibe

24. “Sober Up,” AJR feat. Rivers Cuomo. Won’t you help me sober up/Growin’ up, it made me numb/And I wanna feel somethin’ again. And we have arrived in early s4!

25. “Quarrel,” Moses Sumney. I love Moses Summey btw. Everyone should just go check him out. Quoting this as a quarrel so immorally implies/We’re equal opponents and we both antagonize

26. “i hope ur miserable until ur dead,” Nessa Barrett. She can be a little evil. As a treat. I hope you be yourself and lose your friends/I hope they call you out for shit you said/I hope you’re miserable until you’re dead

27. “Somebody That I Used To Know,” Gotye, Kimbra. But then she gets completely written off the show so… ¯\_ (ツ)_/¯

28. “Please Leave A Light On When You Go,” fun. How do you fix something/That you can’t touch without hurting?/The lesson you’ve learned is leaving you dumb/Please leave a light on when it’s done

29. “Call Off Your Ghost,” Dessa. We’ve lived too close for too long

30. “Your Ex-Lover Is Dead,” Stars. I put this one one the Vanessa playlist, thinking about her and Dan, and I knew I was going to end with it the moment I started this one—it’s kind of both the best and most tragic ending for them, to me, saying ‘I’m not that person anymore’

[boldlyvoid]

Heartbreak Princess

Summary: After breaking up with her on the phone and ignoring her, Y/N and her band, decide to play a special gig at the hideout... right before Eddie's set to go on and play.

Warnings: childhood friends to lovers to ex's. Angst with a happy ending. background Jancy breakup, mentions of Ronance, the drummer is Gareth's little sister, (hastily proofread)

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Ah, childhood romance, one of the most precious things you can have… Flirting on the playground, getting married with 25-cent machine rings in the 5th grade, kissing for the first time at a Sadie Hawkins dance, losing their virginity to each other in the middle of the summer between freshman and sophomore year… in their Senior year, they won prom king and queen even though they weren’t on track to graduate at all. In their 5th year together they just had fun, they really stopped trying to pass at that point, but Y/N did anyway. She graduated in Steve Harrington’s year, it was weird accepting her diploma without Eddie, but she did it. 

She graduated, she got into hairdressing school, she took out some loans she got an apartment and she was living in Indianapolis with the preconceived notion that Eddie would try this year and move in with her once he was free of Hawkins High…

And now she’s sitting in her room, alone, without a best friend or a boyfriend because he’s an idiot. Something happened over his march break, something that he wouldn’t tell her about, something that caused him to be on an FBI watchlist. And then something in him said they should break up because he was holding her back… from what? She had no fucking idea?? He just dumped her. Like it was easy like he had no problem doing it, on the phone in 27 seconds and then he was gone. 

It’s not like she had huge life goals and they both knew success in high school didn’t translate after… just look at Steve Harrington at scoops ahoy? And now the video store? He was on track to be the most successful just because he was the most popular at school, where was Y/N on that list? She didn’t know, but it was probably closer to the bottom. 

She calls him again, not getting him, only Wayne. “Dude, I’m in hairdressing school it’s not like I’m going to be the fucking president? What does he mean holding me back?” 

“I don’t know,” Wayne sighs. “I can’t keep telling ya his secrets, you’re gonna have to talk to him about it.” 

“He won’t talk to me?!” 

“He’ll have to if you just showed up here?” 

He was right. She knew it. “okay.. I’ll see what I can do.” And she left him alone after that. 

She couldn’t get back to Hawkins for a while, she knew he wouldn’t be in Indianapolis for the unforeseeable future, so she just had to sit and stew in her feelings. Something she wasn’t really good at doing. She didn’t like to keep them in and she no longer had him there to tell everything to. She hated it. 

She wanted to get the feelings out so she picked up a pencil and started scribbling out her feelings, noticing how some of it fit and rhymed and made sense more as a song. A breakup song, mildly angry, mostly confused… but a song nonetheless. 

She was tapping on her desk, humming, “call me, say it’s over… I was your best friend we were the perfect shade… out of every colour, how did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?” She sings to herself. 

With some of his stuff already at her apartment, the place he was supposed to move into next month, she finds his first ever electric guitar and his old amp, the ones that mean the most to him (much like how she felt) and plugged them in. She couldn’t stop herself from finding a riff, bounding her leg along, imagining hard drums, the kind of music she and the boys used to pretend to make in Gareth’s garage.. and it makes sense. 

And it’s good. 

So the plan changes, she makes a few phone calls, and then she has a band and then they’re coming over for practice and then it becomes a real song. She knew a few girls from the school band that had their hearts broken, she knew they’d be able to bring the energy that she wanted to this song and they sure fuckin did. 

Gareth’s little sister, Gretchen, was her drummer, she was just as pissed off at Eddie for breaking up with Y/N as she was, and even angrier that the whole mess resulted in Jason breaking her brother's hand. Buckley could read notes, so transferring from trumpet to Key’s was easy for her and she really enjoyed it. She even added some extra sounds, synth, sandbags, and a cowbell? It brought another level to the song she didn’t know they needed, and the finishing touch was someone she never even knew had any musical talent, but Robin vogued for her. Nancy Wheeler could play guitar and she was fucking awesome at it. And also incredibly pissed at her ex, Jonathan. So it helped. It helped a lot. 

The 4 of them were all angry and talented, and so the song reflected it. 

So, on a stormy Tuesday, with all their stuff piled into the back of Nancy’s station wagon, they drove from practice in Indianapolis all the way to the Hideout in Hawkins. She knew they had a gig, or Eddie did, they weren’t a full band with Gareth’s hand still in a cast, so the boys just sat in the audience, turning his crowd from 3 to 6. 

When Y/N called the hideout and booked their spot she gave them direct orders to not advertise who else was playing before Eddie’s spot. They didn’t care, it was a weird request but they kept their word. Eddie had no idea when he walked in that his ex-girlfriend would be coming out in a few minutes with his old guitar in his old clothes, singing a song about how he fucking hurt her for no reason. 

He gets a drink to calm his pre-show nerves like always, sitting at the bar and watching the roadies set up the stage. It’s not unusual for him to not know who was playing, it was however for no one working there to give him a hint or a name, or anything really about who it was. For some reason he thought it was someone famous, he thought maybe the town being on the news brought someone new in, and the growing crowd fed his suspicion. 

And then people he knew started coming in. 

Steve and Dustin, who had a blue wristband on to let the bartender know not to serve him. “What are you doing here?” 

“Oh, Robin's playing tonight,” Steve shrugs it off. 

“She joined a band?” 

He laughs, not knowing that Eddie didn’t know yet. “Yeah, with Nancy and Y/N?” 

“What?” He barely has time to get a response out of Steve when the lights dim and the curtain closes. 

Steve places a hand on his back, “get ready, man.” 

“Fuck…” his heart drops to his stomach, he feels absolutely sick about having to see her… but he also wants to cry because he’s missed her so fucking much. Hating himself for the choice he made from the second he hung up the phone, he hasn’t been able to face her in the wake of everything. 

He just couldn’t ruin her life being associated with him that closely. 

When the curtain opens again the lights turn red and blue, making her glow a beautiful purple as she stands there with his guitar swung around her shoulders. He makes his way through the crowd to the front, watching her with big eyes as she introduces everyone. 

“Hi,” she smiles, unable to see past the blinding lights, she had no idea he was this close to the stage. “I’m Y/N, and we’re Heartbreak Princess… and we’re really excited to share our first song with you guys.” 

She turns around singling to Gretchen to start the song, it was really happening now. With light drums, she turns back to the mic, eyes closed, she takes a deep breath, “Everything was simple, I was your best friend. We were the perfect shade. Out of every colour… How did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?” 

She steps away from the mic, biting her lip as she prepares for the reaction, “Fuck yeah!” Robin shouts as the beat drops and the song kicks in. 

Stepping back in, playing along, she sings: “I’ve never known the glitter and gold or why I feel numb at 20 years old? Oh, why do I always do this again, again?

Tried to fill a boy who was empty inside. Traced around the edges, started crossing the line. Don’t just tell me it’s all in it’s all in my head.” 

“It’s all in my head!” The girls sing backup.

“Call me, say it’s over. I was your best friend. We were the perfect shade. Out of every colour, how did our love turn, how did our love turn grey?"

Gretchen fucking kills the drums, angry as possible, really making it hit. 

Letting Nancy take over as she mimes along… “Here we go, we’re at it again, I need a little time, could you pencil me in. I’ll make you hate me just to see if you can,” she puts in the dramatics.

“Let’s see if you can!” The girls sing back.

“Out of every colour,” Robin sings, first, followed by Y/N, “You were my favourite.” “We were the perfect shade,” they sing together into the silence. 

And then the base drops and she jumps, singing loud enough still that the mic picks up her cry, “Oooh! Oh!” 

Gretchen goes off! Nancy shreds so hard a press on nail pops off onto the stage, and the whole room erupts into chaos! It’s incredible. 

“How could you say it’s over? When I was your best friend and we were a perfect shade. Out of every colour, why did our love turn, why did our love turn grey?”

She steps away, joining Nancy in the most epic guitar solo known to man, the two of them facing each other, letting Robin sing the rest of the song as they played together. 

“Why did our love turn grey?”

She plays out the last few notes, turning back to the microphone as the band stops but the room doesn’t go quiet. “Thank you.” 

He’s absolutely dumbfounded. 

Standing in the front, bombarded by people rushing to the front in the heat of the moment, just absolutely blown away by how amazing she is. 

He had no idea she had that in her, and by god was he proud of her for doing it. He claps and cheers, whistling so loud she locks eyes with him and knows he’s there close to the stage. And it pisses her off a bit. 

“That was for my dickhead ex, this one is for me,” she announces before they start another song, a cover this time, Edge of Seventeen by Stevie Nicks to be exact. 

She has a whole set to finish before he’s allowed to talk to her before he can say sorry, so he backs up into the crowd and gives the front to someone who wants it, letting Y/N have her moment. 

And he’s gotta give it to the girls, Gretchen is kicking ass almost better than her brother… and he’s spent a lot of time playing in front of Gareth to know. Nancy is fucking awesome, he didn’t even know she knew how to play and he bet she could play better than him with those delicate fingers. And Robin can sing. Like really sing! Singing most of Edge of seventeen, hitting every high note of the background music, it was fucking amazing. 

And with the song fading to quiet, Robin shows off again with her piano work as an all too familiar favourite of Eddie’s comes on. Head Over Heels, by Tears For Fears… it’s like she’s singing right into his soul. 

He was wasting time. He took her heart, he broke her heart and he threw it away and she didn’t want any of it. 

Like she’s singing right into his soul, he can’t believe he’s hurt her like this all for his own peace of mind. She didn’t give a fuck if he actually killed those people, she’d still come to knock on the glass and hold that prison phone each week to talk to him. She loved him more than anything. 

He knew that now. 

And in their last song, bringing them to the end of their 20-minute set, Nancy switches place with Y/N to sing Separate Ways by Journey. Which is when Eddie sees Jonathan head towards the door and right out of the bar. 

All the girls up there were going through something. Eddie knew more than most people in the crowd, that confusion that Nancy was singing about was her newfound interest in Robin and her betrayal from Jonathan, changing the plans they had. And she lets out every feeling on that stage because of it, Nancy Wheeler is a rockstar.

There’s a 25-minute interval after gigs, a random playlist is played to fill the silence as everyone mingles back to the bar to refuel and Eddie heads backstage, waiting for her to come out and talk to him like she’s been dying to. 

“I’m sorry,” are the first words to leave his mouth when he sees her.

She takes off her, well, his guitar and places it in its case before she pays him any mind. He can’t take it so he walks over to her, crowding her space but not touching her, “I’m so sorry.” 

“You better be,” she crosses her arms and looks up at him. “That was so fucked up, you know? Not everyone in the world hates you, and so fucking what? I don’t! Let me love you, you fucking idiot.” 

“Okay,” he doesn’t fight her. “I am an idiot, I really thought you wouldn’t want to go through life associated with me…” 

“I don’t care what people say, and you shouldn’t either, we both know it’s not the truth,” she reminds him, stepping closer to him and placing her hands on his chest as she looks up into his eyes. “I love you.” 

“I love you,” he cups her cheek in his one hand, caressing her with his thumb. “It’s been so hard ignoring you I’m literally so fucking stupid, I can’t believe I—

“It’s okay now,” she takes a deep breath and gives him a smile. “But I’m still going to perform that song all the time.” 

He laughs, “as you should it’s fucking amazing. You’re amazing.” 

He leans in for a kiss, pressing their smiling lips together as their noses bump. He breathes her in, the kiss softens and his hands both wander to her back to pull her in flush with him. She holds him back just as tight, very content with him back in her life. 

Of course, all it took was a song for him to get that they were meant to be together forever. But at least he got it now.  

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Peaches Murray

"Cheers I mean!! Thank you all for coming!!! Can I get you anything?? Are you having fun?? Are you good?? Are you drunk?? Okay, good! Okay, great~"

Parents: Brandy Murray and Bruce Murray

Siblings: Bruce Jr. (Elder Brother), Cove (Elder Brother), Freddy (Elder Brother), Windy (Elder Brother), Rainy (Elder Brother), Coral (Elder Brother), Reef (Elder Brother), Sandy (Elder Brother), Sunny (Elder Brother), Cloudy (Elder Brother), Shelly (Elder Brother), Wave (Elder Brother), La Breezy (Elder Sister)

Age: 25

Pronouns: She/They

Sexuality: Pansexual

Genre: Pop

Voice Claim: Rochelle Diamante

The surprise youngest of Bruce and Brandy, Peaches is upbeat, happy-go-lucky, loud, with no sense of personal space whatsoever. Peaches loves to party, sing, dance, drink, and gossip with her cousins about all the crazy drama that happens.

Peaches wasn't expected, but a welcome surprise to Bruce and Brandy. They were more shocked that she was Troll sized, unlike her older siblings. Peaches was a taaaad spoiled and coddled cuz of it, especially growing up around such larger creatures.

Peaches works as a comedian in Trollstopia, hosting parties and tellings jokes for all to hear. She LOVES to make people laugh and see them happy, and will go out of her way to cheer Trolls up if she sees them down or upset.

Peaches is very close with her family and a total daddy's girl. She loved having siblings so much bigger than her, meant she could hop on their heads and never walk anywhere herself! As a kid, she'd often nap in Brandy's hair.

Music wise, Peaches is a pop Troll through and through. She loves how upbeat and wild the music can be, and will often perform songs after a comedy show.

Peaches currently resides in Trollstopia, and lives with her cousin, Fern.

Fun Facts!

- Peaches is currently dating a Remix Troll named Mirage. Remix Trolls are very rare, and often feared for their frightening appearance, but Peaches just thinks he's the bees knees!

- Peaches moved out when she turned 20, wanting to move to Trollstopia and perform there. LOTS of tears from Papa Bruce when she left (Branch sends him frequent updates on how she's doing)

- Peaches is closest with her cousin, Rosebud. Since they're so close in age, the two basically grew up together. Peaches is the only one who can call Rosebud, Rosie.

- When relaxing, Peaches can be found covorting around town with her cousins Rosebud and Fern. The three love gossiping and talking smack about passerbys for fun.

AND THATS PEACHES!!! I wanted to make a Bruce and Brandy kid, despite them already having like 13 kids. So I just decided to make one anyway, but make her a Troll! Don't be fooled by her super sweet appearance, she can be a total jackass when she wants to be lol

Since Bruce and Brandy's are mostly unamed, I tried to keep the beach/sea theme for their names. Tho different designs and names will be featured in the family portrait cuzicantdesignforshitlol (not-canon to this AU)

Voice Example: Queen Bee (Rochelle Diamante)

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Silver Cats & Black Roses

Chapter 25 – Umbrella

A/N To celebrate Silver Cats & Black Roses getting 1000 kudos, I will post three chapters on Tumblr today... which is long overdue 💙💜

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“This sucks.”

“It’s only rain, Yami.”

“Like I said, it sucks.”

Charlotte rolled her eyes, while looking at the parchment she was holding, reading it probably for the nineth or tenth time. At least. It was actually a miracle that this fucking vulnerable piece of paper was still dry, while they were standing outside, under a fucking shower provided by Mother Nature and were only covered by this luxury umbrella he hold over themselves.

What was he doing here anyway, except for having an excuse to be with his Prickly Queen?

Ah, yes. Common Realm, thefts, mission with Asta and the giant girl, searching for clues. Got it.

Yami didn’t forgot, of course. It was just that Prickly Queen was way more fascinating to focus on than the mission. Granted, it was an important mission, about a very serious matter. But still!

Of course, with all those thievery acts going on for months, even the captains were personally involved in the mission from time to time and teamwork between the squads always happened from time to time again. But as much as happy he was to be at Charlottes side right now, her mere presence was distracting him heavily from the current mission. Not that he would have exchange her with another squad, but that wasn’t how Yami would chose to spend his time with his Prickly Queen. And if he would have chosen another squad, only the Purple Orcas, because he was always in a foul mood when he missed Charlotte too much and Kaiser was at least aware of his feelings.

“You know that rain can be also soothing, cosy and romantic, right?” Charlotte said in a very casual tone, while putting the parchment back into a pocket, without getting it wet. Seriously, how was she doing that? This woman was amazing.

“Yeah, when you are inside,” Yami replied, trying his best to not move the umbrella. “I can’t imagine rain being soothing, cosy or romantic when our outside, be it under the umbrella or directly under the piss of the sky. Although… it can be very much sensual for the last part. Wanna get rid of the umbrella and fool around under the pouring piss?”

“Yami!” Charlotte protested, blushing furiously. Gosh, he loved the effect he had on her and a blushing Prickly Queen was always a sight to see.

“What? Don’t you want to try something new for our… how did you call it lately… special tango sessions?”

“That’s… that’s not the point! We’re on a mission, remember? A very important mission even! That’s already one point that speaks against doing a… how did you call it lately… beddance right here, right now! There’s even no bed nearby. And second, Sol and Asta are with us on this mission! Not to mention Finral who has to wait for us until we got what we came for! We can’t do that while the three of them are nearby!”

“Well, as long as they don’t discover us, it could still be exciting.”

“YAMI!”

“I was just teasing you, Prickly Queen, don’t worry.”

“That wasn’t a funny teasing, just saying.”

“Yeah, okay… sorry, my bad. Let’s say I was badly half teasing. But I mean it, I’d rather spent time with you as lovers and not as captain colleagues who have to wait for their stupid knights until they got what we came here for and under a pouring rain even! What’s taking the stupid cupcake and the giant girl even so long!”

“If it can give you any comfort, I’ll remind you that Finral has to wait for the four of us as well. And I’m sure he would have prefer to be with Finesse right now.”

“Yeah, but that jerk is lucky to be at the inn right now, so except for missing his lady wife, he has nothing to complain about. Unlike me. Why didn’t we stay at the inn and let Finral out in the pouring sky piss waiting for Asta and your fangirl?”

“Her name is Sol, Yami, Sol Marron. And if I remember correctly, it was you who insisted to come out there, because there was no gamble at the inn and because the innkeeper told you that each room has been booked for the night, especially those with . So, it’s on you. And don’t you dare to be contradictory! Like Vanessa said, it would make you sound like an old bigot noble lady.”

Yami would have loved to reply something, but that would have indeed make him sound like old bigot noble lady, with how contradictory it was. So he keep quiet. He wouldn’t admit it though. He still have some pride after all. But with Prickly Queen, it was less difficult to lose a part of it. He loved her too much, after all.

“If it’s reassuring you, we finish the rest of this evening and spend the night together,” Charlotte said after a while, in a much softer tone. “Although it won’t change much, since we’re spending practically each night together.”

“True. But still, that sounds like a plan. Finally something to look forward to on this shitty day.”

“You always look forward to it.”

“Don’t say you don’t, Prickly Queen, that would be a lie.”

Charlotte smiled and gosh, she was making him melt again with that smile. How does it made her so much more beautiful than she already was, on the outside AND on the inside? And why was this enough to make every part of his body react immediately, even those that only should react in the bedroom?

Yami look quickly left and right, before putting a small kiss on her lips, to which Charlotte immediately gave in. He might have complain that Sol and Asta were taking their sweet time not even five minutes ago, but right now it was more a blessing than a pain.

This kiss just ended up leading to another one. And another one. And another one.

“Okay, enough for now,” Charlotte sighed after breaking their kiss for the fourth or fifth time. “If we continue, we might lose all notion of time and place again, which would lead Sol and Asta to see us. They don’t know yet about us and we both know that it’s not easy for at least Asta to hold a secret.”

“Yeah, that stupid rookie is nice and well-meaning and all, but once others are starting to ask questions, he has a lot of struggle to keep it. And he’s an idiot, so it’s better to not tell him yet anything.”

“He reminds me a bit of you. Not entirely though, he is nicer to everyone than you are.”

“Hey, I’m nice!”

“Asta is more open with his kindness than you are.”

“Whatever.”

He might say that, but Yami was proud of his brat. Asta came a long way, always surpassing his limits and maturing along the way, without losing his positive attitude. He’s will continue to need that for his future.

At least Asta had been declared innocent almost immediately after the whole raid in Spade. Those stick-ass nobles haven’t really changed his mind about him, but at least it was now official his rookie brat had nothing to do with the whole elf reincarnation drama and that the devil behind said drama wasn’t Liebe. Oh there had been some wannabe semi-try to still make the scapegoat out of Asta, but that scale jerk had never listened to any of them to make his second judgment.

As much as Yami hated the guts of this judge with the stupid mole, he had to admit that at least Damnatio never took any bribery and let those cloud his judgement. That ignorance of bribery was something he had to give that scale jerk. And that Damnatio respected Julius more than his own Head of House, that stupid gaudy king.

Yami didn’t like to admit respectable things to people he hated, but if he wouldn’t do that, he surely wouldn’t be better than those close-minded nobles.

Speaking of close-minded nobles…

“Anything new from your bitch aunt?”

“Rosamund? Nothing new to tell, she’s still trying to persuade me that Reginald Évantail should be my future husband. While most other members of house Roselei are suggesting more than one candidate at least, it seems that Rosamund wants to make me believe that being lord Reginalds sixth wife is the only marital option for me.”

“She’s not giving up on that? Geez, what a bitch auntie. Reggie is old enough to be either your old man or your gramps, not to mention he already has a lot of brats just as unsufferable like him.”

“Insufferable is the right word. Since the ball is now in barely a week, he started to court me more openly, with Rosamunds support. And no, don’t try to kill him, as appealing the thought is for me!”

“I haven’t said anything?”

“But you were thinking it, I saw it with how dark your eyes got. I don’t need Ki know what you think.”

She really didn’t. Damn woman, she had such a grip on him.

“What does he try to court you?”

“Oh, the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises he doesn’t intend to keep… Also some gaudy jewellery that isn’t my style at all. But those I can give it to my mother, she uses it to pay the ball clothes she offers some of your squad members.”

“Probs to Blue Rose Mama, thanks to her those jewellery is getting a good use. I can’t believe she managed to bring Grey to the dressmaker and to have her made a whole new model of gown! Not even Vanessa has managed to get Grey to buy some new or fancy clothes before. Your mom is a genius, Prickly Queen.”

“Thank you, Yami. Is Grey happy with her new ball dress?”

“It was difficult to tell with how shy and embarrassed she was about the whole ordeal, but yeah. She’s happy about it. And it made Gauche speechless when she tried it on for my other brats to see it. Ya know, I’m not that interested about that fashion crap, but Blue Rose Mama did hit the jackpot for Grey with this silver dress.”

“I’m glad to hear it… Speaking of ball clothes, hasn’t she took the decision to make you dress properly for the ball.”

Yami flinched. Ah yes, there was something. Something that was a pain and a future Yami problem he sadly had to deal with in the present. Too bad that he was practically becoming more or less a child again in front of his future mother-in-law. But Orchidea had such punching arguments…

His reaction made Charlotte smirk in amusement. Damn, it was irritating when she was like this with him and even worse, it made him so terribly hot for her again. How was Charlotte able to become so hot and sensual with just a superior smirk? Should he ask Owen about that, just in case it wasn’t normal?

But this would also mean he would be forced to tell old Owen about his relationship with Charlotte and that was a future Yami problem that should STAY a future Yami problem. So, the answer was actually no, he was able to deal with Charlottes hot and sensual superior smirk alone.

“Yeah, Blue Rose Mama haven’t left me any other choice. Honestly, I have thought it would have just been easier to just wear my nicest undershirt and a Black Bull that might be not too much ripped, but-“

“Yami, I know that you don’t want to clean up for the nobles and that your squad wouldn’t mind at all. But… honestly, I would like to see you wearing elegant clothes for once. Just for this occasion, so that this ball wouldn’t be only a bother for us. So, for me…”

For her… Blue Rose Mama had come up with this argument as well and despite his doubts, it was the only reason why Yami even accepted to wear a suit or whatever was elegant enough for a ball. But having Charlotte confirming what her mother already mentioned, for some reason it made Yamis resolve even stronger.

Damn Prickly Queen. There was no other woman like her.

But just as he was about to reply, a loud voice he knew way too well had to interrupt them, plopping their bubble under the umbrella.

“Captain Yami, captain Charlotte, we’re here!”

“I can see that, you little moron, you don’t need to destroy my poor delicate eardrums with your yell.”

“Sorry!”

“Asta, what did I just said!”

That kid was going to be the death of him, Yami knew that. Okay, Asta was more a man than a kid right now, but still.

“Sol, did everything went fine?” Charlotte asked her fangirl while fighting the urge to roll her eyes, at least from what he could tell from her Ki.

“We got a letter that the leader of the thieves probably sent, sister!”

“How many times already did I told you, Sol? Call me captain.”

“You got it, sister!”

Was something wrong with Giant Girl’s ears? She certainly heard clearly what Prickly Queen told her right now! Either that or she actually heard very well and just didn’t care. No, that was impossible too, Giant Girl respected Prickly Queen to a pedestal level. He thought that his brats were complicated, but it seems that the Blue Roses had their very own quirks and weirdness as well.

Yami was surprised that he didn’t mind it at all. He actually liked that the squad of his Prickly Queen had its own weirdness as well. Or rather, Yami liked as long as he was just a mere observer, not when he was thrown in this kind of bullshit.

In the meantime, Charlotte opened the strange letter Asta gave her to read it. She immediately her frowned while reading and Yami got an uneasy, really uneasy feeling as he himself read her Ki.

Something was of and he didn’t like it at all.

“Is something the matter, Prickly Queen?”

“Well, whoever is behind those thefts, that person must be very organized. The letters don’t make any sense, he or she must use some kind of code. We have to bring this to the Magic Knights Headquarters, there’s a department that also is active for any kind of decoding. If we know what is truly written in this letter, we’re going to be able to finally know what is really behind all those thievery.”

“Why even stealing in the first place and taking such precautions to hide, letting others do the dirty work?” Asta asked, clearly angry. Those thievery acts in the Common Realm were very upsetting for someone as fair as him.

“There can be many reasons, Asta,” Charlotte replied calmly. All those visits with the Black Bulls had teached her how to act with each and every one of them, sometimes even better than Yami would ever on certain topics. “So many that we shouldn’t assume anything before we have more concrete ideas about what is exactly going on behind those thievery acts. Now, we have to join Finral and go back to the royal capital.”

“You two brats will go home with Finral once we’re back at the capital, in which it will hopefully not pour like here. Prickly Queen and will bring that shitty piece of paper to Headquarters ourselves. This is some serious business, it’s our duty.”

Yami could feel Charlottes glance on him. She wasn’t stupid, of course she immediately saw through the excuse. They didn’t need to bring that letter to the Magic Knights Headquarters themselves, especially not because they were captains. A letter owl would have been more than enough.

But she didn’t say anything. She was able to hide better than him, but Charlotte also just couldn’t wait to be alone with him again.

Thankfully, Sol and Asta believed it immediately, so they didn’t protested. Finral might have some suspicions, but hopefully he was missing his beloved Finesse too much to even point it out.

Which was actually the case when they came back to the inn and told Finral anything. His poor wheels looked like so grateful to finally being able to go home, especially when Yami told him he would go home by his own.

Oh, Yami had no doubt Finral will have some suspicions after he was rested and got his daily dose of Finesse. But well, that was future Yamis problem and Finral was thankfully too nice to use threats to get the truth out of his beloved captain.

Once back at the royal capital, everything went quick. Finral opened a portal to the Blue Rose base for Sol, another to the Black Bulls hideout for Asta and a third to his own house for himself, while Charlotte and Yami dropped the compromising letter at the right department within Headquarters before flying back to the Blue Rose base secretly.

And under the rain. Why was it more or less always raining when he had decided to not use Finral as chauffeur to get somewhere? Yami really hoped it wasn’t some divine punishment for having used Finral as wheels for so long.

Once back in Charlottes room, Yami finally felt relaxed and ready to rest. He sighed deeply as he let himself fall on the canopy bed, making the mattress have a strange sound for some reason.

Damn, he loved that bed.

“I hope you’re not destroying my bed by jumping on it,” Charlotte teased him from her private bathroom.

“Nah, you’re noble ass bed is sturdy enough, Prickly Queen.”

“Noble ass? I thought you liked my bed!”

“Only when you’re in there with me, your thorny majesty, so would you please stop making me wait? You don’t need to change clothes, ya know. Ya going to lose them anyway, so why bother.”

“Since you actually said please, I’ll do that.”

Not even ten seconds later, she was in his arms and they were heavily making out. Now he finally didn’t felt pissed of anymore.

Yami knew that they still needed to talk a bit. About that shitty ball, her bitch aunt and Reggie trying to woo her, that new letter they just found and probably more things he haven’t thought about before.

But with how thirsty he was for her, Yami knew that he won’t be able to have concentration for other things for a while. Damn his thirst for Charlotte, but thank goodness it made him so happy and less lazy afterwards.

So, they both got naked, caressing each other, only knowing their bodies and becoming one. This was what Yami wanted for the rest of his life and right with the Black Bulls, he would fight to get that life together with Charlotte.

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Nozel sighed more or less with relief as he closed the door behind him. It was fine. His siblings were away from here. Solid was on a mission and his sisters were with Mimosa and Océane for some kind of sleepover back at the Vermillion Palace.

They weren’t here. It would be fine. Nebra, Solid and Noelle wouldn’t be forced to the all-men soirée that Lac Silva was having right now, with some elite members of royalty and nobility. Or rather, nobles and royals that were blind to his schemes.

An all-men event that may be was, but Lac would always made an exception for his daughters. Or rather, his femalechess pieces. To show them off, to plan his future strategy within never ending game with them.

It had already been like this when they were children. Lac having all-men soirées at the Silva Palace for the rare times he had been there in the first place, and trying to make Nozel and his siblings attend to a soirée like this. One time he had succeeded. Solid had just been born a few days ago, Acier still resting from the difficult birth. So, Lac had no hurdles to make Nozel and Nebra attend a soirée like this. An event Nozel always hated to remember, especially when some nobles started to talk about Nebras mist magic and how it wasn’t really appropriate for battles. It had made Nebra started to cry and Nozel had to sneak away during the discussion about future weddings to bring her back into her room. He had with her until she calmed down and fell asleep.

Nozel sometimes wondered if Nebra decided to become a Magic Knight in the end only to prove nobles wrong about her mist magic.

But it had been the only time and today as well, none of his siblings were at the palace. They were safe. Now, all Nozel needed to do was to avoid his fathers’ chambers and salons – never had Nozel been so grateful that Lacs rooms were on the other of the castle – as well as hoping that his father wouldn’t come over and knocking at his door.

He had thought to do something similar like his siblings and spending the evening, as well as the whole night outside of the Silva Palace. Maybe he could have gone visit Vanessa at the Black Bulls hideout in secret and for once, they could have spent the night together in her room instead of his.

But Nozel knew better than leaving the castle alone with Niccolo inside.

He had written a short letter to Vanessa, asking her if she could come over. His siblings out of the Silva Palace was their salvation for tonight, but at the same time, him alone in this old castle…

He felt so terribly lonely.

The Silva palace always had felt kinda empty and lonely, given how many Silvas died young or in celibacy before, leaving only four members left. But with his mother, there had always been still joy and laughter, filling the rooms, the hallways, the balconies…

It had still felt like home.

But after Acier died… It hadn’t been his home anymore, only the place he lived. It was even more empty, lonelier than probably in the past, when his grandmother, his mother and his aunt happened to be the only Silvas left, with him in his mother’s womb.

Nozel sighed in frustration? Why hasn’t he done anything before against the loneliness in the Silva Palace?

He really did so many mistakes.

Sighing, he looked over at his room, how bare it was for a royal. Even Noelles bedchamber had more in it, even though she mostly lived with the Black Bulls today.

In a way, the Silva Palace hadn’t been his home anymore after his mother died. Just the place he happened to live most of the time.

It only started to feel like home again with Vanessa…

It felt like home again when he was with her and when she was away, that feeling was missing. As if she became his home in a way.

Hadn’t someone said one day that home wasn’t automatically a place, it could be people as well?

Nozel saw that it was raining outside, even pouring. Has it been selfish to ask Vanessa to come at the palace in this weather? But he really wanted to see her, to be with her, to feel safe again, to listen to her rants, her worries and her joy. In that case, should he have flown at her place instead?

Well, what’s done is done. Nozel decided to have a warm bath ready for her, like always when she came to visit him while it was raining.

Nozel smiled as he searched for her soap. Vanessa hadn’t really moved in, but it still looked a bit like it. There was a lot of potions, potion ingredients and utensils in his bathroom and his walk-in closet, as well as some of her clothes – she told him once that her closet at home was too tiny for all of her clothes – towels and products like her shampoo, her rose water and her rose soap.

It was almost like they had some domestic life together already. All Nozel hope that they could have this fully in the future.

Would Vanessa feel at home at the Silva Palace?

Was it too early to ask this question?

When the bath was ready, Nozel heard his balcony window open. Vanessa was here.

“Gosh, what a weather. I love rain, but it’s not a piece of cake when you have to fly while it’s pouring.”

Nozel grabbed a towel – one of his own, he noticed – and left the bathroom to greet Vanessa. She immediately jumped in his arms before he could even say anything.

“Hi there, honey. Is something happening with your… with Lac?”

A wave of love washed over Nozels heart. It was not only amazing that Vanessa immediately knew what was wrong before he even said anything, but also that she started to not call Lac his father.

“He organized an all-men soirée… here at the palace.”

“Excuse me? He’s not the Head of house Silva, does he have even the right to do that without at least your approval? Why is he acting like the Big Boss or something?”

“He got a special allowance for such things from the two other royal heads, after my mother died.”

“Without your consent?”

“It was one voice against two others, so… And since I was only fifteen, neither my father nor Achilles Vermillion and king Augustus’ father considered my opinion rather childish and by that, not really mattering.”

“And at the same time, they expected of you to do all your duties as a royal house head perfectly from the start, being a full grown ass adult already. Why are those stupid royals always so contradictory?”

That was a very good question, honestly. But despite being a royal himself, he had himself no answer to that.

“I have a bath ready for you,” Nozel said while Vanessa tried to dry her hair a bit with the towel.

“Will you join me in my bath?”

Now this made Nozel blush, making his girlfriend giggle. Vanessa was clearly teasing him, he lost count about how many times she asked him this kind of question already.

“Come on, we haven’t done that yet and there’s nothing you haven’t seen already, handsome eagle. Besides, you asked me to come so you wouldn’t be alone while your father is having a fancy party to glorify himself.”

“I… I had a shower already. But… if you want, I’ll sit beside you while you’re taking your bath.”

“That’s a start. After all babies need to crawl first before they’re able to walk.”

What was that supposed to mean?

Nozel frowned, but didn’t replied, following Vanessa into his private bathroom instead.

She was right, there was nothing he haven’t seen already. But sometimes, he still blushed around her and it wasn’t helping with her kind teasing. Nozel didn’t care, though. He was happy with her, even while he was blushing. It just felt so right.

Vanessa quickly get rid of her clothes and entered the bath, a content sigh escaping her lips. Nozel took a chair and sit down right next to his tub.

“Gosh, I LOVE your bathtub, honey. It’s so relaxing! We have two common baths back at the hideout, one for the boys, the other for us girls and I love taking a bath with Noelle, Nero, Grey and Charmy. But a bath alone is such a nice luxury.”

A cheeky smirk appeared on her lips and she started to let a finger glide up and down his nose. “But you know what would be even better than a relaxing bath alone or a fun one with my friends? A romantic bath with my handsome boyfriend.”

Nozel blushed again. “I’m… I promise you, one day I’ll… join you.”

“I won’t force you, so take all the time you need. And tell me if I tease too much.”

Her teasing was never too much. In fact, Vanessa was the only person in the world he could accept the teasing from without feeling frustrated or terribly embarrassed immediately. She made him blush, yes, in a way that was just kind.

“Where are your siblings tonight?” Vanessa asked after a while.

“Solid is on a mission. Nebra and Noelle are at the Vermillion Palace, having some kind of sleepover with Mimosa and aunt Océane.”

“Oh, a royal sleepover? That must be some fancy fun, especially when your auntie is a part of it.”

Nozel couldn’t help but smile. It made him so happy that his aunt and his girlfriend were getting along so wonderfully. The moment they met and they were already talking like old friends.

The tea with Océane, Noelle and Vanessa had been more than nice. It had been the first time Nozel was meeting others alongside Vanessa, a new experience and it that instance, he had cherished it. His aunt has accepted his girlfriend immediately, asking questions about her interests and such, even already giving her some tiny lessons about how royalty works. Noelle had still looked surprised about the whole situation, but was also happy and for Nozel, it became one of his best memories with his family and his beloved altogether.

And somehow, it strengthen even more his resolve to protect those he cared about.

“It’s good that they aren’t at the palace tonight. My father would have forced them to attend his soirée. To show his chess pieces of for any strategy in his game.”

Nozel didn’t like how bitter he sounded, but at the same time, he couldn’t help it. It was the truth about his father. And that specific truth was always bitter.

“But… that also means that you’re all alone dealing with this jerk.”

“As long as I not cross his way while he’s here, I don’t have to deal with him. Hopefully… And I don’t feel like I can leave the castle as well while Lac is present as well. He never said anything about it, but… his attitude tells a lot. It’s like he firmly believes that he should have been in charge of house Silva. And it’s not an attitude he has since I became Head of House. It was also like that when my mother was alive and in charge. So… maybe I’m worried about nothing, but I don’t trust Lac to do nothing while neither me nor my siblings are here.”

“Sounds like you always done that in such a situation.”

“I can’t deny that fact.”

“But… after you have made sure that your siblings were out of danger to cross Lacs path, what did you usually do.”

“I… hid somewhere. Sometimes until dawn…”

Another reason for his loneliness over the years.

There was no judgement in Vanessas eyes, only understanding and compassion. Nozel sighed quietly. He always had thought that compassion would have made everything more painful, a proof of his weakness all those years.

How wrong he had been…

“Oh, honey… you must have felt so lonely.”

“I know. I thought it’s what I deserved, that I can handle it. But… I can tell you that. I really can’t live like this anymore.”

“Of course you can’t. You’ve been strong alone for over a decade and a half.”

Vanessa cupped his face and pulled him softly towards her to put her lips on his. Nozel just closed his eyes, savouring the touch. He really needed that.

“And no wonder you felt lonely, that castle is so huge alone for four people, let alone only one…”

“I know…”

“Oh, honey, I haven’t meant it as an insult. It’s still a nice palace, at least from what I saw. I fricking love your private bathroom and even though it’s rather bare, I love your bedroom as well. Oh, and the flower garden is amazing, I could spend hours in it!”

“I’m happy to hear it. It was her favourite place in the castle and one of her favourite places in general. I miss her…”

“No surprises here, honey.”

“It’s just… After she died… the palace didn’t felt like home for me anymore, just the place I live. But with you… it felt like home again. It’s strange.”

“Maybe… but at the same time, it’s not that strange. Being with people can feel like home too. Look at the Black Bulls, they became my family and by that, they’re also my home. The same applies to you, Nozel. I feel like home with you, in your arms, just being at your side. And I would love to help you as well to make this palace feel like home again. It was like that with your mother, I’m sure that old building can become a home again, if it’s not one again already.”

For our future children.

Of course Vanessa didn’t say that, but this thought crossed Nozels mind immediately. Still way too early to think about, but… for one second, he saw silver and rosewood haired little children ran across the hallways of the Silva Palace.

No, stop! They had other things to be worried about right now.

“Thank you,” was all Nozel could managed to say. But given the bright smile that Vanessa gave him, it seemed more than enough for her.

She soon finished her bath afterwards, dried herself with one of his towels again – should he start to use her towels in return? – and put on his bathrobe, which looked so much better on her than it ever did on him.

“I have to say,” Vanessa suddenly chuckled, “With what is falling from heaven outside right now, your room really feels like a nice umbrella.”

“I… I have no idea why you got that thought, but it is indeed pouring heavily outside.”

“Oh, I wasn’t really talking about the rain, more everything that was happening right now. The ball, the jerk that dares to be your father… Honestly, there’s quite a lot going on. I feel like your bedroom is quite like a sanctuary or a shelter against all of this. And what are umbrellas when not some kind of shelter against rain or too much sunlight?”

Nozel couldn’t help but chuckle in amusement. “And you pretended one time that you’re not that good with words?”

Vanessa just shrugged, before laughing and pulling him in her arms, kissing him passionately. Of course Nozel gave in immediately, holding her firmly and closer to him, his arms around her waist.

He barely noticed the heavy sound of the rain against his windows. In fact, it had quite a soothing to it.

He also barely noticed how they moved, reaching the bed and slowly getting rid of whatever they were still wearing.

Nozel only came back to reality for a moment when he was he was lying on his bed, with Vanessa lying on top of him, smiling in a sensual way.

“Still feeling lonely, handsome eagle?”

“Never with you.”

Their lips met again, softly but still full of passion.

His father might be somewhere in the Silva Palace at his all-men soirée, plotting his schemes and sweettalking to some stupid noble lords who were blind to his true nature.

But Nozel had the most wonderful woman in his arms, forgetting all his worries like he never did for years.

With Vanessa, he was the true winner.

[rainintheevening]

Queen of the High Seas

An alternative to Pirates of the Caribbean 6

Make it a show too. Like a long one. 25 episodes.

Pirate queen played by Jenna Ortega

First mate/Dad's old partner played by Viggo Mortensen. And hired Second Mate who gradually becomes best friends with first mate, played by Idris Elba (or they could swap roles, depending on who felt the most right in which role)

[Girl] daughter of famed pirate [pirate king] has to take over the family business when her father is killed. She's mid-20s. She loves the sea, but her father didn't really want her to grow up rough, so she's really smart and good at sewing and cooking and keeping the books and other more lady-like tasks. She lived with her mother, who is a decent nice sort of person, who definitely doesn't want her daughter to go become a pirate queen, and hates boats herself, but who knows better than to tell her daughter no, and will work with her on that. Often episodes are told through [girl] writing letters home to mother.

In the wake of her father's death at the hands of an armada that smashed the fleet and left them scattered to the four winds, she believes she has to pull the old empire back together.

She has the help of her father's best friend and first mate, who is is more than a little crushed by the loss of the man he loved like a brother, but he will devote himself to protecting the girl, will love her like she's his own. Sometimes, she appreciates this.

As [first mate] assembles a new crew, he hires a new second mate, who often annoys him, but the [new guy] is a good sailor, and has worked for [pirate king] before. Eventually they become friends, and [new guy] becomes another brother to [first mate], and another father figure to [girl].

The crew is a mishmashed motley one, plenty of room for character and diversity.

They have lots of adventures. China Seas, Indian Ocean, African coast, Mediterranean, Caribbean, the Pacific Islands... let em go everywhere!

[Girl] has a knife pistol! (See this post.) It is used very practically, but the accidents that occur are also a running gag.

The love interest for [girl] has to be a knockoff of a young Temura Morrison. Temura Morrison should be in some episodes. He's just cool. [Girl] makes friends with other girls in varying states, some rich, some poor.

[Girl] is smart, strong, learns well, makes mistakes. She works in the very long shadow of her legendary father and his great leadership. In the end she learns that she can never be her father, and that's okay. She's not a natural leader, sometimes she's prickly, and rubs people the wrong way. But she learns how to make friends better and better, and she discovers that finding a family is more important than rebuilding the empire.

She discovers that as wonderful as the sea is, being the Queen of her friends' hearts, is even better.

That would be the arc of the first season, anyway.

Also, if there's an official choosing of another captain, so [girl] doesn't have to be tied to the ship the same way, I want [first mate] to tell her it should be [second mate], and it's this really sweet conversation about how he's just not wanting to be THE leader, and [second mate] tries to protest, but [first mate] insists, that maybe the biggest reason he didn't like him at first was because he reminded [first mate] too much of [pirate king], and it's not like he can ever replace his old friend, but he doesn’t know a better man for the new job.

[rolloollor]

So, about the ending for my sequel fic. I have musings about what might happen in Malleus and Rollo's lives after the fic ends

Spoilers and stuff. Also things might get weird. This isn't like ~canon~ to the fic necessarily but they are the vibes I get

First, the goat, since I've thought about this a lot.

Rollo will take Mallenette to some kind of farm with the intention of picking out a goat. Mallenette will see a hunchbacked one that is not conventionally cute and insist on it, wailing and crying when Rollo initially refuses. Begrudgingly, he adopts the goat for her. Mallenette and the goat become great friends, but the goat seems to like Rollo over all others and even follows him around the castle. Rollo is unsettled by the goat's appearance and initially tries to avoid Sunday. There'll be a scene where Sunday's following him and Rollo hurries to lose him, but he'll bleat pathetically because he can't keep up. Guilty, Rollo will wait for it. Sunday'll catch up and then bleat a thank you. Anyway, it'll be really cute, I swear.

If anyone asked, he would be like, "I hate Sunday," while totally petting him. Very "no we can't get a cat" dad energy

In the novel, Frollo and Quasimodo are initially close because Frollo raises him as best he can, teaches him sign language because he's deaf, etc, and Quasimodo is kinda devoted to him. So, he will come to love Sunday.

Next, and the weirdest, is that Malleus will eventually think to himself, "Rollo will die. but I can magically store his seed and keep having his children even after he's gone... then it will be like having a new piece of him, over and over" and he'll just do that without consulting anyone, let alone Rollo. Not sure how many children is 'normal' for fae, but Malleus will have more than that for sure

if this happens, let's say he tops out at 25 kids because by then he'll have a realization like "maybe this isn't a good idea" but it'll be too late. If you have that many heirs that are raised kind of independently of each other, what might happen? Succession fights~ At least for the ones that decide they want to stay in Briar Valley, I imagine some would be like "Eh, fuck this, I'll go live with humans." What if a bunch kill each other to try and gain the throne? Considering their double villain heritage and Rollo's schemin' genes, things would probably get bad unless they were directed into something else or they were taken out of the running for the throne. Maybe only children born while Rollo was alive count? Kinda fucked up but it would limit the amount in line to about 4ish. Also, who's raising these kids? That's a lot of nannies...

Either way, Mallenette, being the eldest and probably the one Malleus favors because she is his heir, will survive and claim the throne. I think her reign would be a struggle because the fae around her would see her as lesser. She would be pressured to produce heirs asap since she won't live as long as a normal fae. She'll end up marrying a fae, but one of low rank, so they can't make any attempts to supplant her as queen

Okay, getting away from that...

Third, they'll have like four kids. Mallenette, another girl, a boy, and I dunno another girl maybe. Once they have a little boy, Rollo is going to unconsciously favor him. He may even spoil him, resulting in a brat child (kind of like Jehan in the novel), but hopefully he doesn't go all in. I figure with maturity he might be able to stop himself. He'll also want to name him Jehan, but Malleus will veto that for good reason. Rollo'll have to settle for Jehan as a middle name

Rollo's efforts to spread the fae method of detecting magical ability before birth has some success. In the Shaftlands it might become standard practice, but other places could see it as an unnecessary expense. Still, his efforts will help some children and that is progress

When Rollo dies, Malleus will have him buried in the City of Flowers. he'll make a whole royal visit to the city, deal with ambassadors and local government etc, so he can attend the funeral. The gargoyles will also attend, but Malleus will be so distraught that he won't be able to talk to them

Malleus'll be in mourning for the rest of his life. I imagine knowing their king is so devoted to one human that might ease some of the anti-human sentiment in Briar Valley. Some maybe would have assumed he had a human fetish or something before

Also, Sebek will brag about Mallenette and the other kids as if they were his children. Speaking of him, I imagine Malleus and Rollo's kids will go through a "I hate being half-human" phase, too. Their father can transform into a sick dragon, but they can't, they can't teleport, etc. Though I also wouldn't be surprised if one of them felt closer to human culture and instead lamented being a horned weirdo that people are afraid of.

That's all I can think of for now. If anyone has questions or something, I'd be happy to answer, too

[themyscirah]

3, 8, and 25 for the locg ask game!

He's just so slay what can I say. Anyways Emerald Twilight is my all time fave for him, and also GL/GA is amazing and I love it (though it is dated). But no I do love him. He's SUCH a bitch sometimes though and I find it so fun most of the time (and others kind of frustrating. Harold, please why must we do this rn).

The moment that really got me interested in him as a character (and not just background to other GLs) was definitely Green Lantern (1990) #1, when he swan dives off a cliff in front of some campers, only using the ring to save himself and fly away at the very last second. It immediately made me realize something was incredibly wrong with him and it has captivated me ever since

Of my top 10, he's definitely the one I feel I know the least about, as I've always seen him more on team books (which is generally his forte but still). Something I really love about J'onn though is that he'd SUCH a great friend. Like in the Suicide Squad/JLI crossover when he sees Mari McCabe hanging out with C list villains and being suspicious breaking into the prison (bc the Squad was NOT known abt at this time) his first instinct isn't to be confrontational or fight like everyone else is doing, but instead to reach out and ask if she was okay and how he could help her.

Or like in nu52 JLA during the mind prison arc when he's helping and kind of mentoring Stargirl during their "escape" of the mind prison like <3333 he's just so good. Or in New Frontier when he befriends the government boss who spent the whole comic trying to hunt him down and experiment on him after he saves the govt guy's life at the expense of his own goals?

I just love how he's a hero character that isn't just like nebulously good and cares about all people, but specifically cares about the people in his life and shows that care in his relationships with them <3. Anyways I should read more Martian Manhunter. Especially bc Ostrander is one of my top writers on locg and I've been meaning to read more of his stuff

APHRA LETS GOO!!!! Another Star Wars character but she's the queen of my heart for real. Did a campaign to try and get her in my top 20 a few months back but her ongoing ended and I've read more since then so now she's no. 25.

Fave runs for her are ofc Darth Vader (2015) [which I need to finish] and also Doctor Aphra (2020) by Alyssa Wong. There's also her 2016 run (which I think was written by Sí Spurrier?) but I haven't read that one yet so idk.

As a concept Aphra is just SO inspired and I rlly do hope we get EVEN more comics with her and that she makes the jump to other media bc I NEED star wars fans to get me when I rant about my favorite morally bankrupt asian lesbian archeologist fuckboy. She's also polyam but that's not compatible w the fuckboy bit bc that's her committed relationship later on (character development!)

I also love that she essentially bullied Luke Skywalker into being reluctant friends with her despite kidnapping him multiple times and also working for Darth Vader

[complete-gay-chaos]

For the October Write-blr ask game!! :DD (also I'm pretty sure yee may be working on some writings for Fandoms I'm not in, but I do not mind those being the ones you talk about!! (I'd actually really enjoy it fgdv I love learning about other characters like that :DD) /gen /pos /nf)

☕ coffee or tea: describe your OC’s favorite place to relax.

👻 ghost: can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

🥧 pie: let’s talk about food in your wip. are there any special recipes or traditional meals? do any of your OCs cook or bake?

okay yeah so I'm going to apply this to the multichapter fic I'm writing rn bc I have to keep the ball rolling I have to keep the ball rolling aha

you're correct, it's a project sekai fic which like pardon me but I will absolutely explain this to you it's living in my brain 24/7 project sekai is a rhythm featuring hatsune miku and few other vocaloids (MEIKO, KAITO, kagamine len and rin, luka and I think that's it) but basically there are four musical groups in the game not counting the virtual singers and they're

vivid bad squad- I started out with them 10/10 good stuff they're like high school kids who also preform on the street and like at gigs and stuff and they all want to throw a musical event to outdo this really big one that one of the member's father threw

leo/need- they're very wholesome. middle school friends who stopped being friends bc of unfortunate circumstance and the nthey come back together in high school to form a band together and have emotional baggage. very sweet. love them <333

more more jump- going to be honest don't know a lot about them, they're an idol group and I know their leader, minori, like didn't start out an idol and is trying really hard to be good at it and I know haruka like was an idol but was unhappy w it or something, idk much about shizuki or airi though

wonderland x showtimes- okay so I don't know much about them from the actual game but they're VERY popular in the fanbase bc the fandom really saw the four male character in the game not counting len and KAITO and completely latched onto them and ignored most of the other groups w/out men in them (other group w boys is vbs, which is also v popular in the fandom) anyway, they're like a musical theatre troupe and they do shows and stuff, pretty cool. nene and emu are the girls in the group and they're both slightly unhinged. absolute queens.

OKAY OKAY OKAY NOW MY FAVOURITE nightcord at 25:00 okay so basically they're an online music group who voice chat over what's discord in everything but name to make music aaaand they're all depressed. :D but basically there's kanade and she's like an extreme shut in, and then there's mafuyu whose mom is like so controlling she destroyed any semblance of a personality in her daughter 👍 A+ parenting. and the main group story is them helping her figure out like The Emotions and develop a personality again. ena is my profile picture and she's the group's artist and basically she's a little bit attention seeking and frustrated bc her art is good but it never came as like natural talent for her and she never gets a lot of recognition for it and also her dad is a shitbag who said she should give up bc it's too hard for her. and the MIZUKI AAAAAH I love them I love them I love them so they're the group's animator they do like cool videos and stuff with the songs and she's literally the best person ever and she has like serious abandonment issues bc they're always made fun of for dressing and acting weird and they lost all their friends because of it and they're worried they'll lose 25ji bc of it too AND I'M PRETTY SURE THE REASON WHY THEY'RE MADE FUN OF FOR DRESSING/ACTING WEIRD IS BECAUSE SHE'S TRANS which like aaaaaah! AAAAAAH! no canon confirmation just hinted at, but common fandom belief is nonbinary or transfemme just bc of how she presents herself. I, ever the intellectual, think she's nonbinary and transfemme.

short interlude aside, I'm writing a mizuki-centric multichapter fic rn so I'll probably just answer w headcanons and the like bc they're not my OCs :P

describe [Mizuki]’s favorite place to relax.

there's not a lot of canon to pull from but I would say either in the empty sekai, but more likely, it doesn't matter where, just around the members of 25ji <3 really taking canon and running w it here but I think it's true!! they love their friends!!

can you tease some wip ideas that have been haunting you/something you want to write in the future?

okay so actually I did have an idea come to me about an ena fic, I also really like ena so I do really want to do something ena focused and hanahaki fics are really popular in the sekai fandom from what I've read but I've not seen many where ena gets it, plus a few common things about hanahaki fics rub me the wrong bc I'm aro, and if you want it done right you gotta do it yourself. also I don't write romance a lot so writing it is always interesting.

let’s talk about food in your wip. are there any special recipes or traditional meals? do any of [the characters] cook or bake?

I think unintentionally I kind of made food the way a lot of the characters show affection for one another or try to express how they're feeling about one another, and kind of a way to show how close they are/how much they trust each other. no traditional dishes but a lot of meals made in the place of telling people you're sorry, or you're there for them, or you love them. gift giving, the love language of the emotionally constipated <3

[pealeii]

OMG YOU WANNA KNOW MORE ABOUT BLAISE AND CALLIN????

Okay so brief explanation of the world they live in: Kallir is a small continent separated from the rest of the world by Ocean and mountains, and has three countries in it: Sinoral, Mordan, and Forwestia. (Forwestia isn’t relevant in this explanation bc it's a secret and few people from the other two know it exists)

Like 25 years ago, Mordan’s king and queen were overthrown by their advisor Corgan. They fled and eventually were killed by said advisor. Corgan is not a very good king, he’s too strict in taxes and pretty much lets crime run rampant.

So there's a rebellion called the Jotanna (the j is pronounced like 'y') based in a small village near the border.

Callin's real last name is Butcher bc of his parents' job but his friends call him Lightweight because... well yk lol. He grew up in Northwich, a tiny town nestled in the southern foothills. He has one little sister. He joined the rebellion as soon as he was of age (17 in this world).

Blaise Larimer is the sixth son out of twelve kids in a reasonably high up noble family. Because he's in the middle, what he does doesn't really reflect on his family so he also joined the rebellion at 17. He and Callin immediately became best friends.

Callin and Blaise both enjoy a bit of a party, so they bonded partially when going out to bars. Callin is an absolute light weight, like one drink and he's slurring, thus the last name. The two of them are really close, tell each other everything, share food and silverware, and they have definitely kissed while drunk a couple times.

Blaise is gay and doesn't really date much. Callin is bi and a bit of a flirt (ik ik stereotyping but tbf i was 13 when I made this guy up). For like a year, Callin has girlfriend who doesn't really like how close he is with Blaise, who hates her. Anyway, she ends up cheating on Callin so they break up.

Eventually, Callin and Blaise end up in a queer platonic relationship with each other, best friends who kiss sometimes kind of vibe yk?

Anyway this is also really funny that I have so much backstory for these guys because they are solidly side characters lmao (I love them sm tho)

Lmk if you have more questions!

STOPPP WHAT THAT IS SO COOL AND THE WORLDBUILDING????? OMGGG. WOAHGG. such interesting character relationships!

no literally i have that where side characters become randomly developed lol 😂😅

[onlyjaeyun]

HEY QUEEN 🗣️ girl u have done it again 🤭constantly raising the bar for us all, and doing it FLAWLESSLY ☝️i’d say i’m surprised but i know who you are 🤷‍♀️ i’ve seen it up close and personal ! girl u make me so proud and i love you 🫶🏼 now look at how u ate that. LOOK AT HOW U DEVOURED THAT WHOLE SMUT. AS U FUCKING SHOULD 💯 bro the amount of emotions i went through in those 25 mins of reading ouhhh lord jesus have mercy on my poor soul GAWD how are you SO GOOD?! i need an actual scientific research on ur thought process because HOW do u manage to keep gagging all of us AGAIN and AGAIN OVER AND OVER. miss zadie, im afraid you devoured the hate sex scene so eloquently you had me dizzy for a good 4 mins after reading 🤕 your writing game is UNTOUCHABLE 🙅‍♀️ #theseotherhoescouldnever i love you and ur brain so so much. okay now im gonna start talking about what the FUCK 🧍‍♀️ happened.

alright so first of AWL 🤨 FIRST SEX SCENE OF CH COMPLETED LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️ anyways now fuCK OFF NA JAEMIN FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING OH MY GOOOODDDDD like this is actually insane a whole ass phonecall for a laptop (i get it but for him i don’t) broke ass bitch u STILL HAVE THE AUDACITY TO CALL when u shOULD BE IN JAIL BITCH. (also i read ur explanation about the freshmen students and yes, it was infact a jumpscare. im totally ignoring the fact that my right kidney stopped and my left eye went blind after reading “9th graders” but thanks for clarifying baby 🫶🏼) anyways when is the execution date for j***** like i need to see him live 4k 1080p quality on that electric chair 🪑 bro.

moving on from the rat that escaped the sewage! what the FUCK. that hate sex scene was tEW GOOD. 😩 u know what really had me almost become one with the floor was the way u made him ALMOSSTTT become pussy drunk 🙏🏼 i’m blushing and giggling rn but i love love LOVEEE when u make them like that 😭 anyways can’t wait to see sunghoon singing “best i ever had” to yn 30 chapters or smth from now. BUT AYYYEEEE HEESEUNG WOMB ESCAPE DAY PARTY LETS GO 🗣️💯 i can’t wait to see the events that will happen in the party & in the next few chapters 😁🤞

anywho! hope you’re taking care of yourself angel !! sending u so many hugs & kisses thank u zadie for ur service :D

-⁉️

MY BABY IS BACKKKK YALL HONEY WAKE UP ⁉️ SEND ME AN ASK ITS TIME TO GIGGLE AND KICK FEET AGAIN 🤭🤭🤭🤭

firstly, thank you SO much for these baby i hope you knwo i appreciate them with everything i have and if you dont i will try harder to make it known to you 🫡

STOP THE PRAISING AND COMPLIMENTING IS TOO MUCH IM GONNA BLUSH AND FALL IN LOVE WITH YOU RN 🤕 thank you so, so so so much baby i love you and am literally so smiley rn like i might have a crush on you dont make me delulu 🤥

NOT YOU WANTING THE CHAIR FOR CH!JAEMS 😭😭 valid but DAMN ngl and im glad i got that cleared up bc yes he's bad but not THAT bad 🤥🤥

and you know i will make hoonie admit that he's never had pussy as good as ch!y/n's just bc i promised to make him fall to his knees and BEG for her mercy like she's gonna be so mean to him but he deserves it so its okay 🤭🤭

thank you so much again baby, always so happy to see you in my inbox and hope youre having a great day, pls accept ALL my kisses 🥺🤍🫧☁️

[thegreatimpersonator]

Hello!! I interrupt your scheduled programing with "Kate tells Meg about the book she is reading because she is bored and reading is fun!" time!

Okay - so, I finished the Adventures of Amina Al-Sirafi by Shannon Chakraborty on audio, and wow! I really liked it! I found the writing to be subtle, and the narrators did such a great job with the emotions the book had. The plot was almost like peeling back a layer on something, finding more and more behind the walls. It starts out one way, and then the adventure starts and pulls you along for the ride. The characters were lovable, and it was so nice to read a book that had Middle-aged adults at the helm. They felt real and I rooted for them! Very excited for the next book when it comes out! Highly recommend for audio!

Up next for audio: I am about 25% of the way through Thistlefoot by GennaRose Nethercott! I've picked this book up a couple of times, only to turn around and set it down for whatever reason. This time, second time trying on audio, I managed to push through the part that kept stumping me, and I like it so far! I am interested! I like Bellatine a lot, but still trying to find some connection to Issac. I am curious to see how this will all intertwine with each other because right now it feels like there's a lot trying to happen. However, the setting is dreamy and lush with imagery and fall vibes, so it's doing a great job for healing my heart, as I ache for the cooler weather, spookier vibes, and dreamy colors.

For physical books, I managed to get about 50 pages through Immortal Longings this weekend, and I wish I could find some more time to sit and read because I like it! The setting is gritty, the vibes are mysterious and what can I say, I love a good trial setting. Still getting to know the main characters, but I am rooting for them! Has the classic Chole Gong imagery, but a lot less dense, and I think the New Adult setting for her works well! I think it allows her to actually tell the story she wants to tell without being worried about it being too much for a younger audience. Hope she considers sticking in the genre!

Other fun news, we adopted our new kitten on Monday! He is about 5 months old, black short hair and the sweetest little guy. He's snoozing in his carrier while I work right now :D His name is BMO from Adventure Time! We're still a bit away from introducing him to our older cat Suki (from Avatar the Last Airbender!) but hopes are high and we are so happy :D

Anyways, thanks for tuning in! Back to your scheduled programming with Meg talking about Kendall Roy :D (Long asks for the win!)

OH HELL YEAH it's been a long time coming!! This makes me instantly want to pick up immortal longings, but I need to finish my current read first haha! Lovely to hear about Adventures of Amina al-sarafi, I bet audiobooks add a whole new dimension to the genre (I've heard so much about how yellowface would work best w a narrator, looking forward to try that out) and BMO 🥺 i hope he gets along well with suki, always ALWAYS a pleasure to hear about cats!! Im currently reading siren queen by nghi vo, I guess I'm still chasing the do tell vibes and so far it has been promising so let's see how that fares! A friend also highly recommended Naomi's Room and I think this is the perfect time to delve into horror so maybe I'll check it out soon, Still trying to convince myself to get started w house of leaves but for some reason I keep saving it for later lmao!