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carlsdarling · 1 year

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pregnancy fics are sooo cute!! what about carl x pregnant reader (can be his or someone else’s) where she’s starting to visibly show and carl finds it soo hot

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Y/N is pregnant and her boyfriend is not thrilled when she starts to visibly show. But Carl finds it just sooo hot... Bit of a plot, then sex. Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, pregnancy sex, unprotected sex

You were out on the veranda crying. Jared, the guy you came to Alexandria with who also made you pregnant, had just told you how off-putting he thought it was that you were really starting to show your pregnancy. You were now in the sixth month and could no longer hide the fact that your belly was growing. As if you hadn't suffered from the effects of pregnancy yourself: Your jeans would no longer fit and you had to resort to dresses, your breasts were twice as big as they had been a few weeks ago; they ached and strained, your ankles were always swelling and you felt nauseous every day.

Jared enjoyed the big breasts, but not the big belly. It was as if you had made that baby on your own! He even told you to reduce your food intake so as not to gain more weight. At first you thought he would follow you outside and apologize, but that wasn't the case. You left the veranda to take a walk around Alexandria. After all, should Jared be worried and come searching for you (which he probably wouldn't). You wondered unhappily if Glenn was saying such spiteful things to Maggie, too, or if Rick had ever said them to Lori. But you doubted it. Now that you and the rest of your group were safe, it turned out that Jared was not the person you had thought he was all along. He was now beginning to show his true self. Earlier in the evening, he had shamelessly tried to flirt with Ron's girlfriend Enid, but she had brushed him off.

Sadly, you walked through the streets of the city. There weren't many people around at this time of night, and you were thinking about maybe going to see Enid to talk to her. Maybe you could spend the night there. Because you weren't sure what to do next with you and Jared. Arriving outside Enid's house, you realized that she and Ron were probably already asleep - everything was dark. "Great," you sniffled, and turned discouraged to go back home.

"Hey, Y/N," you heard a voice and were startled. You saw Carl standing on the dark street and then he came towards you.

"Hi, Carl," you said, quickly wiping your tears.

"Are you crying?" he queried, concerned.

"No," you lied.

Carl, however, was not fooled. "What's wrong?" he asked, hugging you gently. "What are you doing out here alone at this hour, in your condition?"

"I... Jared and I had a fight," you said lamely. "I was going to stay over at Enid's, but she's already asleep."

Carl looked at you thoughtfully. "Do you want to come to our house?" he then offered. "We have a guest room." You pondered for a moment, then agreed and followed him to the house where he lived with Rick, Michonne and Judith. "What were you guys fighting about?" he asked kindly.

Tears welled up in your eyes again. "Jared doesn't find me attractive anymore," you sobbed. "We haven't had sex in weeks. He...he doesn't like the big belly. He said it's gross." Ashamed, you looked to the side. Carl would surely feel the same way about this as Jared did.

Instead, he gently took hold of your hand, stopped, and looked at you. "Then he's an idiot who doesn't deserve you," he said firmly. "You're beautiful." His eyes desirously grazed your swollen breasts and bulging belly beneath your red summer dress. You looked Carl in his one eye. The scar was hidden, as always, behind the bandage, which you didn't think he needed at all; you had seen his wound once, briefly, and didn't think it disfigured him or that he should be ashamed of it. Carl had such a cute face.

"You really mean that?" you asked, trepidatiously.

"Yes," he confirmed softly, gently stroking your belly. Standing in front of his door, you kissed tenderly, and immediately you felt arousal building up inside you - it had just been too long since you had last engaged in sex.

With a heavy gasp, you disentangled yourself from him. "Carl, this..."

"Don't you want it?"

You sighed. "Yes, I do." Screw Jared. He hadn't been so mean to you for nothing. And if he didn't want you anymore - there were other guys who did. You snuggled up to Carl and kissed him again. You went up the stairs, and he pushed you into his room and closed the door. Breathing heavily, you sank onto his bed, kissing and caressing each other.

"May I see your belly?" he whispered. Blushing, you slipped off your dress. Carl looked adoringly at your body, and you could see how aroused he already was. "This is getting me so horny," he said, caressing your belly and the protruding navel, then kissing it until he slid his tongue lower and began eating you out. You arched your back moaning his name and buried your hand in his hair as he kept teasing your clit with his tongue, circling it and caressing your belly. He let go of you before you cum, laying down next to you and kissing you. "I wish I had breed you myself", he pouted. „It’s so hot.“

You felt his erection rubbing against your hip quite hard. "Get undressed too, Carl," you whispered, your voice husky with desire. He obeyed, and the sight of his fully erect cock only increased your arousal.

"Are we sleeping with each other?" he asked - unsure if you actually wanted to.

"Yes please," you murmured in his ear. You turned on your side so you were lying with your back to him, so your belly wasn't in the way. He moved closer to you, sighing softly as he kissed your neck and gently penetrated you from behind, eliciting a moan from you. He felt so good, and clearly he was completely hot for you. "Oh, Carl," you sighed as he slowly began to thrust into you, alternately petting your breasts and belly.

"You are so wet and tight," he moaned, pressing himself against you and increasing the frequency of his thrusts. Again and again he hit your most sensitive spot, it nearly blew your mind.

"Carl, I'm cumming," you said, clutching at the sheets and biting the pillow as the orgasm literally overwhelmed you. You felt Carl shoot his load into you, some of it landed onto your buttocks, the hot liquid seeping into the sheets. He moaned so loudly that someone had certainly heard you.

Afterwards, he played with your hair and looked at you lovingly. "If you don't want to, you don't have to go back to Jared," he suggested. "You can stay with us, too. With me. I don't mind that the baby isn't mine. I'll make you another one. Preferably right now," he joked, and you realized he was ready for you again. "I like you," Carl confessed. "I've just never had the guts to ask you out because you're in a relationship."

"Not anymore," you said firmly and smiled happily. "I'd love to stay here with you, Carl.“

He grinned. "Then it's definite."

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl grimes smut #carl fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines

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klaineccfanficlibrary · 2 months

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What are you fave angsty stories/writers? I love angst, but have a hard time deciding what stories to read!

I always find it difficult to recommend writers as there are so many great writer past and present in the fandom. Plus so many klaine stories have a bit of angst in them.

We do have our angst and blangst tag. So many great stories.

I'd also recommend my other admin Lynne's favorite fics: there's all sorts of fics on there but may are angsty fics.

Also 23 items bookmarked on Klaine fanfic that made you want to reach for a box of tissues, part of our bingo 2023.

Personally, I will name a few, most of these are older fics and come highly recommended in the fandom. These are just a few of mine - people can also recommend in their reblogged tabs, or on the note here. ~Jen

The Awakening by @heartsmadeofbooks

Kurt Hummel has put his perfect life together carefully, making sure all the pieces fit exactly how he wanted them to. But all it takes is one name from his past to make all his hard work go to waste - Blaine Anderson

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100 Days by borogroves

Kurt and Blaine have been best friends (and nothing more) since the age of six. Now 22-year-old college graduates, they take a roadtrip around the USA, visiting every state in 100 days. Fifty states. Two boys. One love story.

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Perfectly Imperfect by @catcat-85

Golden Globe winning actor, Blaine Anderson went to prison for a murder he did not commit. After 5 long years, he has escaped from prison, and in a desperate need to get to a safe house before he can leave the country; he kidnaps Kurt, and forced him to drive him to a secluded cabin nestled in between the snowy mountains in Vermont. For Blaine, it’s his last chance for freedom. Falling in love is the last thing on Blaine’s mind. It’s not part of the plan. And for Kurt, it’s a terrifying situation that disrupts the impeccably perfect life he has created for himself. He’s outraged and angry at Blaine, and yet; he can’t help but believe Blaine is innocent.

Will the truth finally come out and Blaine be exonerated? Will the FBI catch him and put him back in prison? Will he and Kurt fall in love even in the most hopeless situation? Will love truly prevail all at the end?

Based on the novel, Perfect, by Judith McNaught. This is a story about two men who are complete opposites from one another; and yet, they complete each other in a perfectly imperfect way.

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Chrysalis ‘verse by @flowerfan2

Just after graduating from NYU, a car accident puts Blaine into a coma. No one expects him to wake up. Almost three years later, Kurt sees a man in a wheelchair who couldn’t be anyone else. A story of love and new beginnings. Canon compliant through 6x11, then AU.

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Foundations by gentlereader

After breaking up Kurt and Blaine went their separate ways.

Blaine’s now a successful LA musician while Kurt is a high school counselor.

The creation of the Pavarotti Music Foundation was their dream… and now its a reality.

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No Take backs by @rockitmans

Prompt: A year after this father’s death, Kurt is still reeling from the loss. In an attempt to keep holiday traditions going, despite his father’s absence, Kurt meets a guy at a local Christmas Tree Lot who helps him through.

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About us by wildhurricane

It’s an ordinary summer day at the diner where Kurt works, when a new guest enters. He’s hot and flirty and orders coffee and fries, and Kurt. Kurt is instantly attracted and flirts back. When the guy waits for Kurt outside the diner, Kurt decides to go with him for a moment of pleasure. But there’s a spark between them that neither anticipated. Soon Kurt finds out that the guy isn’t who he claims to be and that he’s got other secrets as well. He’s mysterious and exciting and Kurt is falling for him hard and fast, but when the secrets are revealed Kurt finds himself between love and aversion and must decide if he should stay and help Blaine out of an impossible situation or leave him and save his own heart.

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The Symphony Verse by shandyall

Blaine has spent most of his life feeling like the only thing people notice about him is that he stutters. He’s working hard to overcome his (mostly self created) roadblocks when he meets Kurt in an online class the summer after his freshman year of college.

#klaine fanfiction #klaine fanfic #angst #recommendations

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bergiesims · 9 months

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The Ward Den

Guys....The Ward Den is DONE and I could not be happier! Judith Ward was SUCH a whackadoo when I was play testing everything, and I had to include the shots of her dancing in the fountain in her driveway, eating popcorn, and working out in her home gym (which used to be a guest bedroom) like a boss. I also thought it very fitting that she relaxed in her outdoor hot spring and tanned by the pool all by herself -- it really jived with her DON'T TOUCH ME celebrity quirk!

My idea for The Ward Den was that since it was the first prestigious manor built in The Pinnacles neighborhood, that Judith had every column, every brick, every window, and about 95% of her decor imported from Europe, as she wanted it to have an old world chateau feel. There are four pieces of wall art that I placed which I felt were probably paintings or portraits of Judith from her hey day, as an homage to herself. The house is great for entertaining, to include the beautiful outdoor space, but Judith's bedroom is the only one in the entire house, just to ensure that her guests can't get too comfortable.

Tray Files (including Packs Used + CC List) are below the break.

This was truly a labor of love, and I'm really proud of myself for how this turned out.

Tray Files: Google Drive | SimFileShare

The Ward Den has also been uploaded to The Gallery; make sure to check 'Include Custom Content' when you search!

#simblr #sims 4 #ts4 #maxis match #custom content #originals #del sol valley #the pinnacles #the ward den #judith ward #get famous #bergie builds #show us your builds #build mode #ts4 cc

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taste-thewaste · 3 months

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9 & 23 please 📚🤓

9. if u were stuck on an island and could only have three books w u what would they be? (series would be counted as one cuz as i said so)

-ordinary people by Judith guest

-a little life by hanya yanigihara

-Lily and the octopus by Steven Rowley

(The first two were easy, narrowing down the third was hard)

23. a book u used to love but now hate?

house rules by jodi picoult (any Picoult book if im being honest lol). jodi used to be an automatic read author for me and i revisted several of my old faves last year and…they're not great lol

thanks B!

#asks #book asks

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harrowharkboygf · 3 years

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rating the locked tomb characters by how good their met gala outfits would be

gideon nav

we can surmise from the “rapier with skulls puking other skulls” quote that gideon’s personal style, if she wasn’t beholden to the ninth house dress code, would be Loud and Tacky and A Lot. therefore, i think she’ll go all out with the theme. her outfit might not look objectively good per se — it will probably be a little too excessive and not super classy — but she will absolutely fulfill the theme and she will have fun, and that’s the most important part! 9/10

harrowhark nonagesimus

oh harrow will go all in on this. she will definitely be of the opinion that all guests should have to submit an essay explaining exactly how their outfit fits the theme, and she absolutely will get annoyed at the people who just wore simple black tuxes and dresses. she‘ll start planning her outfit months in advance, and it’s going to be incredibly complicated and very symbolic. her outfit is probably be a lot creepier and more goth than the rest of the guests, but it’ll still go perfectly with the theme anyways. 10/10

ortus nigenad

how much effort ortus puts into his outfit will depend SOLELY on what the theme was. if he thinks it’s a stupid theme he’ll put in zero energy whatsoever, and if he thinks it’s a good theme he will put in the work and come out with an outfit that’s definitely creative, even if it doesn’t look super great and is a little bit of a stretch on the theme. 7/10

judith deuteros

judith definitely does not care. she does not care at all, and if you asked her what the theme was, she couldn’t even tell you. she wears a simple black tux or black dress every year, and yes she looks hot as fuck and very classy and all of the gay girls on twitter go wild over it, but it’s not particularly creative or befitting of the theme. 3/10

marta dyas

marta cares a lot more than judith does, but she still focuses more on the event itself than the outfit; she’s more excited to dance, talk with her friends and acquaintances, and see other people’s outfits. if the met gala didn’t have a theme, she’d still be happy, but since it does, she’ll try to fit the theme as best she can! she refuses to sacrifice her own comfort or ability to dance in favor of an outfit though, which is very fair of her. no matter what, though, she looks good! 6/10

coronabeth tridentarius

oh you KNOW corona is acing this. she starts planning for her outfit a year in advance, but unlike harrow, she’s way less pretentious about it and willing to do something that might make fun of herself a little or make others laugh. she makes sure to call everyone she knows who’s going to make sure that their outfits won’t be too similar. she also makes sure that ianthe and babs’ outfits go good with hers. it’s the bane of her existence that judith won’t go to the lengths that she does. she fits the theme perfectly, she’s creative about it, and she looks hot as fuck. 100/10

ianthe tridentarius

as mentioned above, ianthe’s outfit is always designed to fit with coronabeth’s. it’s always very similar — not quite the same, but very close. same idea, slightly different execution. it’s always fitting with the theme, and looks really good objectively, but there’s a lack of investment and heart that ruins it a bit, especially next to corona’s extravaganza. still, when she’s next to the other guests, she definitely wins. 8/10

naberius tern

babs cares WAY more about looking good than he does about fitting the theme. his outfit is always a lot less creative than and themed than ianthe’s and corona’s. he never sidesteps the theme entirely, but he often refuses to go all the way in favor of not looking too weird. this is kind of a moot point, since he always looks a little weird anyway. 5.5/10

isaac tettares & jeannemary chatur

the awful teens were coordinating outfits each year, and each year they desperately want to fit the theme and do something cool, but they’re a little TOO eager about it. there’s always either a little bit too much going on with their outfits for the message to be fully cohesive, OR they didn’t go all the way because they were too embarrassed to do so. however, they definitely try their best and that’s what matters! 7.5/10

abigail pent & magnus quinn

abigail and magnus treat the met gala like a halloween party. they’re committed to the theme, but not in the militant, obsessive way that harrow and coronabeth are — it’s more that they have fun planning their coordinating outfits because costumes are fun! often their take on the theme is very nerdy and sweet, but maybe not super well done. still, they compliment everyone on their outfits and are so genuine about it that they get points anyway. 7/10

palamedes sextus

pal could honestly care less about the met gala, but he attends anyway and spends the whole night deep in conversation with anyone who will talk science with him. as such, his outfit is. Very Lacking. cam usually designs it for him and it fits the theme pretty well and looks objectively good, but he gets points off for not coming up with it himself. 5/10

camilla hect

pal and cam don’t wear coordinated outfits, but they are still somewhat cohesive, as cam plans them both. camilla’s outfit is definitely much better than palamedes’ is — it fits the theme and is more creative and she just generally looks hotter. however, she’s not putting the same level of energy most of the people listed above. but it’s fun, it looks good, and she passes the test. 7/10

dulcinea septimus

dulcie’s attitude towards the met gala would be very similar to magnus and abigail’s in that she treats it like a fun opportunity rather than a life-or-death situation, but she definitely leans more “tasteful” over magnus and abigail’s typical style of “dorky”. she follows the theme closely and she looks good! 8/10

protesilaus ebdoma

pro always goes with dulcie, and he just dresses in an outfit that she’s planned to be coordinated with hers. he’s a little bemused at the intensity of some of the others, but he goes along with the whole thing because it makes dulcie happy. points off for not coming up with his own idea, points added for looking very dashing regardless. ortus is fuming at how well-put-together his outfit is. 5/10

silas octakiseron

silas shares the same all-or-nothing attitude that ortus has towards the theme, but when he approves of the theme, his execution comes very close to beating out harrow’s outfit in terms of Drama and Sophistication. his outfits are often a little impractical — they’re hard to walk in or require elaborate props to be transported alongside him — but they’re worth it. 9/10

colum asht

colum just wears a suit the same color as whatever silas’ outfit is that year. boring! 2/10

augustine the first

augustine tries his hardest, but he never quite nails the theme. somehow, it always goes straight over his head, so when he explains it to people, they’re always like “*confused head tilt* hmmm, okay now i think i get it! huh!” he looks,,, fine in it, and he tries. he tries! 4/10

mercymorn the first

mercy’s sense of style in general is very good, so she always comes in a dress that’s fashionable and well-designed. the problem is that she actively abhors the idea of a themed party; she actively campaigns to the organizers each year to not do a theme. she thinks that everyone who does the theme is ridiculous. as such, she ends up with a low 3/10

cytherea the first

cytherea has a good Idea for the met gala every year, but for some reason — she bites off more than she can chew or she fails to accurately articulate her vision or she procrastinates until the last minute — that idea never translates into an actual outfit, so she always falls back on a simple, soft clinging dress. fashionable, but unfortunately not very standout-ish. 3.5/10

gideon the first

gideon (original flavor) just wears a boring black suit every year. THE most boring black suit ever. 1/10

pyrrha dve

okay, admittedly we haven’t seen that much of pyrrha in canon, but from what we do know, she is smart and talented and funny and good at everything and has a dramatic streak and is incredibly hot. therefore, i think we can surmise that she’ll absolutely nail her met gala outfit. it’ll fit the theme, it’ll be very original and very well-done, and she’ll be sexy as fuck! good for her! 15/10

john gaius

he wears the exact same black tux every year. the same one. he pays no attention to the theme whatsoever. this is very confusing, since HE is the one who organizes the met gala and picks the theme! weirdo! even worse, john makes a point to give backhanded compliments to people he thinks don’t fit the theme or don’t look good. bitch! -10/10

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lananiscorner · 2 years

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The Dimitri/Marianne Only Playthrough - Rules and Game Plan

Alright, so here are the rules for my latest Three Houses playthrough. The hashtag for this one will be “FE3H DimiMari playthrough”, so if anyone wants to block that tag to get my updates out of the FE3H tag, be my guest.

This playthrough will be done on Maddening, Classic, no NG+, DLC items allowed, no online features.

The only characters who are allowed to do damage are Dimitri and Marianne, which of course means that I will try to recruit her ASAP (Byleth better get to E+/D in Riding FAST). Other characters may serve as adjutants, and, if they are force-deployed, may serve as glorified chest openers and linked attack boosters (i.e. they will be allowed to hold a weapon and stand next to the enemy, but they will not be allowed to attack/be attacked).

Dimitri and Marianne must both aspire to become Holy Knights, because I love the idea of them as a horse-fanatic, refound-our-faith-in-the-goddess-during-this-war power couple. They must be in this class for as many story/paralogue maps as possible, but may use different classes in auxiliary battles.

Divine pulsing and restarting maps is allowed.

I will be using female Byleth, because she can get into a flying class (and thus out of trouble) sooner than male Byleth.

I must attempt to recruit all students and complete all paralogues. I already found out they are all doable with only two fliers during my Felannie run, but I wanna see if they can be completed with non-fliers as well.

I must attempt to complete all bonus objectives and rout the map whenever possible. No LTC here. (Although I can already guess that some bonus objectives will have to remain uncompleted, like… RIP Judith.)

Currently, I foresee the biggest challenges of this run to be the Mock Battle (this was already hell with Felix and Annette on Hard, goddess help me with Dimitri on Maddening), Rumors of a Reaper (I will not have access to Dimitri, so I need Marianne by then AND I need her in a riding class, because there is no way she is slaying the Death Knight, so I need to route that map, which is impossible with mage move stats), and chapter 13 (Dimitri solo in his High Lord class, why ;_;).

Finally, a word about bench character pairings/classes: I will try to get most characters into flying classes for their paralogues, just to make my life easier (especially the Lions, because chapter 13 with Dimitri stuck in his default class and no Marianne will be YIKES). I will not, however, aim for any master classes this time. I have also decided to let a random name wheel pick each character’s S support this time, first picking a random character, then picking a random partner from their possible endings. Dimitri and Marianne are obviously excluded from this. Here are the randomized matchmaking results:

Gilbert x Byleth (lmao)

Alois x Mercedes

Caspar x Catherine (one of my favorite support chains, never seen the ending)

Cyril x Ashe

Leonie x Ignatz (another one of my favorite supports!)

Felix x Dorothea (last time he got the amateur singer, this time he’s getting the pro, lol)

Manuela x Lorenz

Hilda x Raphael (I love their ending, so that’s great)

Ferdinand x Bernadetta (priceless XD)

Sylvain x Ingrid (she was literally his last available choice, but I love Sylvgrid so… great XD)

Linhardt x Annette (not sure who I pity more, because that’s just total opposites lol)

Shamir x Dedue (also literally the last available choice)

Lysithea & Hanneman (unironically my favorite ending for both of them)

Constance & Hapi

Yuri x Balthus

Seteth & Flayn

Petra x Brigid independence

#Fire Emblem: Three Houses #FE3H #FE3H DimiMari playthrough

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yunathun · 2 years

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A VIRTUOUS WIFE

WHAT IT MEANS TO BE A VIRTUOUS DAUGHTER OF ZION, AMEN...

FROM THE KING JAMES BIBLE (KJV 1611) BY AUTHOR: J.R.WILLIS

***INTRODUCTION*** DEFINITION OF (VIRTUOUS), AMEN:

Definition of virtuous

1a: having or exhibiting virtue

b: morally excellent : RIGHTEOUSa virtuous decision

2: CHASTE

3: POTENT, EFFICACIOUS

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

WHAT IS A VIRTUOUS WIFE & DAUGHTER OF ZION ACCORDING TO THE HOLY WORD OF GOD, AMEN:

PROVERBS 12:4

[4] A virtuous woman is a crown to her husband: but she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

PROVERBS 31:10-11

[10] Who can find a virtuous woman? for her price is far above rubies.

[11] The heart of her husband doth safely trust in her, so that he shall have no need of spoil.

2 ESDRAS 16:49-50

[49] Like as a whore envieth a right honest and virtuous woman:

[50] So shall righteousness hate iniquity, when she decketh herself, and shall accuse her to her face, when he cometh that shall defend him that diligently searcheth out every sin upon earth.

ECCLESIASTICUS-(BEN SIRACH) 26:1-4

[1] Blessed is the man that hath a virtuous wife, for the number of his days shall be double.

[2] A virtuous woman rejoiceth her husband, and he shall fulfil the years of his life in peace.

[3] A good wife is a good portion, which shall be given in the portion of them that fear the Lord.

[4] Whether a man be rich or poor, if he have a good heart toward the Lord, he shall at all times rejoice with a cheerful countenance.

ECCLESIASTICUS-(BEN SIRACH) 28:15

[15] A backbiting tongue hath cast out virtuous women, and deprived them of their labours.

***IMPORTANT NOTES***

A NON VIRTUOUS WOMAN, A FOOLISH WOMAN, AN EVIL WOMAN ON HER WAY TO DEATH & HELL, AMEN:

PROVERBS 9:13-18

[13] A foolish woman is clamorous: she is simple, and knoweth nothing.

[14] For she sitteth at the door of her house, on a seat in the high places of the city,

[15] To call passengers who go right on their ways:

[16] Whoso is simple, let him turn in hither: and as for him that wanteth understanding, she saith to him,

[17] Stolen waters are sweet, and bread eaten in secret is pleasant.

[18] But he knoweth not that the dead are there; and that her guests are in the depths of hell.

***FINAL NOTE***

Wake up Daughters of Zion and return to thy Great God and keep His Majesty's Holy Laws such as Virtuous Wives & Daughters of Zion-(MOTHER EVE-SARAH-REBEKAH-LEAH, RACHEL, BILHAH, ZILPHAH-JUDITH-HULDAH-DEBORAH),

or perish with the rest of the ungodly Jezebel, Semiramis-Liltih spirited witches and strange women of our people, of our blood whom shall be purged very soon with the wicked of Yisrael as it is written, Amen-(ISAIAH 1/ISAIAH 2/PROVERBS 5, 6 & 7), Amen...

***CONCLUSION***

THE LION OF JUDAH IS COMING TO DESTROY ALL HEATHEN-GENTILE NATIONS, AMEN:

JEREMIAH 4:7

7. The lion is come up from his thicket, and the destroyer of the Gentiles is on his way; he is gone forth from his place to make thy land desolate; and thy cities shall be laid waste, without an inhabitant.

For Judgement-(DEATH) comes for Esau who is Amalek, who are Edom, which are the Caucasian nations by way of the WRATH OF THE LAMB.

REVELATION 2:9

9. I know thy works, and tribulation, and poverty, (but thou art rich)-(LORD YASHAYA KNOWS OUR OPPRESSION-AFFLICTION & DESTRUCTION AT THE HANDS OF OUR ENEMIES AS HE HIMSELF ENDURED THEM FOR US-BUT WE ARE RICH BECAUSE WE ARE THE LORD'S HERITAGE-WE ARE THE WORLD & THE WORLD WAS CREATED FOR US),

and I know the blasphemy of them which say they are Jews-(AMALEK-EDOM-THE CAUCASIAN NATIONS), and are not, but are the synagogue of Satan-(THESE WICKED SERPENTS ARE THE CHIEF HOUSE OF THE DEVIL HIMSELF).

NOW WHO SHALL DENY THIS REPORT?

J.R.WILLIS-(YUNATHUN ZION)

AUTHOR: A RACE OF DEMONS REFINED 2017

AUTHOR: SPIRITUAL CRIMES 2018 AUTHOR: THE PROPHECIES AUTHOR: THE PROPHECIES, BOOK 2 AUTHOR: DAEMONOLOGIE YEAR 2020

#Daughters of Zion #VIRTUOUS WIFE #AHAYAH #YASHAYA #THE HOLY SPIRIT #YISRAEL #ISRAEL #HEBREWS #BABYLON #AMERICA #THE HOLY KODESH SAFARIM #THE HOLY BIBLE

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literarypilgrim · 4 years

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Read Like a Gilmore

All 339 Books Referenced In “Gilmore Girls”

Not my original list, but thought it’d be fun to go through and see which one’s I’ve actually read :P If it’s in bold, I’ve got it, and if it’s struck through, I’ve read it. I’ve put a ‘read more’ because it ended up being an insanely long post, and I’m now very sad at how many of these I haven’t read. (I’ve spaced them into groups of ten to make it easier to read)

1. 1984 by George Orwell 2. Adventures of Huckleberry Finn by Mark Twain 3. Alice in Wonderland by Lewis Carroll 4. The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay by Michael Chabon 5. An American Tragedy by Theodore Dreiser 6. Angela’s Ashes by Frank McCourt 7. Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy 8. The Diary of a Young Girl by Anne Frank 9. The Archidamian War by Donald Kagan 10. The Art of Fiction by Henry James

11. The Art of War by Sun Tzu 12. As I Lay Dying by William Faulkner 13. Atonement by Ian McEwan 14. Autobiography of a Face by Lucy Grealy 15. The Awakening by Kate Chopin 16. Babe by Dick King-Smith 17. Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women by Susan Faludi 18. Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress by Dai Sijie 19. Bel Canto by Ann Patchett 20. The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath 21. Beloved by Toni Morrison 22. Beowulf: A New Verse Translation by Seamus Heaney 23. The Bhagava Gita 24. The Bielski Brothers: The True Story of Three Men Who Defied the Nazis, Built a Village in the Forest, and Saved 1,200 Jews by Peter Duffy 25. Bitch in Praise of Difficult Women by Elizabeth Wurtzel 26. A Bolt from the Blue and Other Essays by Mary McCarthy 27. Brave New World by Aldous Huxley 28. Brick Lane by Monica Ali 29. Bridgadoon by Alan Jay Lerner 30. Candide by Voltaire 31. The Canterbury Tales by Chaucer 32. Carrie by Stephen King 33. Catch-22 by Joseph Heller 34. The Catcher in the Rye by J. D. Salinger 35. Charlotte’s Web by E. B. White 36. The Children’s Hour by Lillian Hellman 37. Christine by Stephen King 38. A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens 39. A Clockwork Orange by Anthony Burgess 40. The Code of the Woosters by P.G. Wodehouse 41. The Collected Stories by Eudora Welty 42. A Comedy of Errors by William Shakespeare 43. Complete Novels by Dawn Powell 44. The Complete Poems by Anne Sexton 45. Complete Stories by Dorothy Parker 46. A Confederacy of Dunces by John Kennedy Toole 47. The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas 48. Cousin Bette by Honore de Balzac 49. Crime and Punishment by Fyodor Dostoevsky 50. The Crimson Petal and the White by Michel Faber 51. The Crucible by Arthur Miller 52. Cujo by Stephen King 53. The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time by Mark Haddon 54. Daughter of Fortune by Isabel Allende 55. David and Lisa by Dr Theodore Issac Rubin M.D 56. David Copperfield by Charles Dickens 57. The Da Vinci Code by Dan Brown 58. Dead Souls by Nikolai Gogol 59. Demons by Fyodor Dostoyevsky 60. Death of a Salesman by Arthur Miller 61. Deenie by Judy Blume 62. The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America by Erik Larson 63. The Dirt: Confessions of the World’s Most Notorious Rock Band by Tommy Lee, Vince Neil, Mick Mars and Nikki Sixx 64. The Divine Comedy by Dante 65. The Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood by Rebecca Wells 66. Don Quixote by Cervantes 67. Driving Miss Daisy by Alfred Uhrv 68. Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde by Robert Louis Stevenson 69. Edgar Allan Poe: Complete Tales & Poems by Edgar Allan Poe 70. Eleanor Roosevelt by Blanche Wiesen Cook 71. The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test by Tom Wolfe 72. Ella Minnow Pea: A Novel in Letters by Mark Dunn 73. Eloise by Kay Thompson 74. Emily the Strange by Roger Reger 75. Emma by Jane Austen 76. Empire Falls by Richard Russo 77. Encyclopedia Brown: Boy Detective by Donald J. Sobol 78. Ethan Frome by Edith Wharton 79. Ethics by Spinoza 80. Europe through the Back Door, 2003 by Rick Steves

81. Eva Luna by Isabel Allende 82. Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer 83. Extravagance by Gary Krist 84. Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury 85. Fahrenheit 9/11 by Michael Moore 86. The Fall of the Athenian Empire by Donald Kagan 87. Fat Land: How Americans Became the Fattest People in the World by Greg Critser 88. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas by Hunter S. Thompson 89. The Fellowship of the Ring by J. R. R. Tolkien 90. Fiddler on the Roof by Joseph Stein 91. The Five People You Meet in Heaven by Mitch Albom 92. Finnegan’s Wake by James Joyce 93. Fletch by Gregory McDonald 94. Flowers for Algernon by Daniel Keyes 95. The Fortress of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem 96. The Fountainhead by Ayn Rand 97. Frankenstein by Mary Shelley 98. Franny and Zooey by J. D. Salinger 99. Freaky Friday by Mary Rodgers 100. Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut 101. Gender Trouble by Judith Butler 102. George W. Bushism: The Slate Book of the Accidental Wit and Wisdom of our 43rd President by Jacob Weisberg 103. Gidget by Fredrick Kohner 104. Girl, Interrupted by Susanna Kaysen 105. The Gnostic Gospels by Elaine Pagels 106. The Godfather: Book 1 by Mario Puzo 107. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy 108. Goldilocks and the Three Bears by Alvin Granowsky 109. Gone with the Wind by Margaret Mitchell 110. The Good Soldier by Ford Maddox Ford

111. The Gospel According to Judy Bloom 112. The Graduate by Charles Webb 113. The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck 114. The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald 115. Great Expectations by Charles Dickens 116. The Group by Mary McCarthy 117. Hamlet by William Shakespeare 118. Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire by J. K. Rowling 119. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone by J. K. Rowling 120. A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers 121. Heart of Darkness by Joseph Conrad 122. Helter Skelter: The True Story of the Manson Murders by Vincent Bugliosi and Curt Gentry 123. Henry IV, part I by William Shakespeare 124. Henry IV, part II by William Shakespeare 125. Henry V by William Shakespeare 126. High Fidelity by Nick Hornby 127. The History of the Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire by Edward Gibbon 128. Holidays on Ice: Stories by David Sedaris 129. The Holy Barbarians by Lawrence Lipton 130. House of Sand and Fog by Andre Dubus III 131. The House of the Spirits by Isabel Allende 132. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer 133. How the Grinch Stole Christmas by Dr. Seuss 134. How the Light Gets In by M. J. Hyland 135. Howl by Allen Ginsberg 136. The Hunchback of Notre Dame by Victor Hugo 137. The Iliad by Homer 138. I’m With the Band by Pamela des Barres 139. In Cold Blood by Truman Capote 140. Inferno by Dante

141. Inherit the Wind by Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee 142. Iron Weed by William J. Kennedy 143. It Takes a Village by Hillary Rodham Clinton 144. Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte 145. The Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan 146. Julius Caesar by William Shakespeare 147. The Jumping Frog by Mark Twain 148. The Jungle by Upton Sinclair 149. Just a Couple of Days by Tony Vigorito 150. The Kitchen Boy: A Novel of the Last Tsar by Robert Alexander 151. Kitchen Confidential: Adventures in the Culinary Underbelly by Anthony Bourdain 152. The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini 153. Lady Chatterleys’ Lover by D. H. Lawrence 154. The Last Empire: Essays 1992-2000 by Gore Vidal 155. Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman 156. The Legend of Bagger Vance by Steven Pressfield 157. Less Than Zero by Bret Easton Ellis 158. Letters to a Young Poet by Rainer Maria Rilke 159. Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them by Al Franken 160. Life of Pi by Yann Martel

161. Little Dorrit by Charles Dickens 162. The Little Locksmith by Katharine Butler Hathaway 163. The Little Match Girl by Hans Christian Andersen 164. Little Women by Louisa May Alcott 165. Living History by Hillary Rodham Clinton 166. Lord of the Flies by William Golding 167. The Lottery: And Other Stories by Shirley Jackson 168. The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold 169. The Love Story by Erich Segal 170. Macbeth by William Shakespeare 171. Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert 172. The Manticore by Robertson Davies 173. Marathon Man by William Goldman 174. The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov 175. Memoirs of a Dutiful Daughter by Simone de Beauvoir 176. Memoirs of General W. T. Sherman by William Tecumseh Sherman 177. Me Talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris 178. The Meaning of Consuelo by Judith Ortiz Cofer 179. Mencken’s Chrestomathy by H. R. Mencken 180. The Merry Wives of Windsor by William Shakespeare 181. The Metamorphosis by Franz Kafka 182. Middlesex by Jeffrey Eugenides 183. The Miracle Worker by William Gibson 184. Moby Dick by Herman Melville 185. The Mojo Collection: The Ultimate Music Companion by Jim Irvin 186. Moliere: A Biography by Hobart Chatfield Taylor 187. A Monetary History of the United States by Milton Friedman 188. Monsieur Proust by Celeste Albaret 189. A Month Of Sundays: Searching For The Spirit And My Sister by Julie Mars 190. A Moveable Feast by Ernest Hemingway

191. Mrs. Dalloway by Virginia Woolf 192. Mutiny on the Bounty by Charles Nordhoff and James Norman Hall 193. My Lai 4: A Report on the Massacre and It’s Aftermath by Seymour M. Hersh 194. My Life as Author and Editor by H. R. Mencken 195. My Life in Orange: Growing Up with the Guru by Tim Guest 196. Myra Waldo’s Travel and Motoring Guide to Europe, 1978 by Myra Waldo 197. My Sister’s Keeper by Jodi Picoult 198. The Naked and the Dead by Norman Mailer 199. The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco 200. The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri 201. The Nanny Diaries by Emma McLaughlin 202. Nervous System: Or, Losing My Mind in Literature by Jan Lars Jensen 203. New Poems of Emily Dickinson by Emily Dickinson 204. The New Way Things Work by David Macaulay 205. Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich 206. Night by Elie Wiesel 207. Northanger Abbey by Jane Austen 208. The Norton Anthology of Theory and Criticism by William E. Cain, Laurie A. Finke, Barbara E. Johnson, John P. McGowan 209. Novels 1930-1942: Dance Night/Come Back to Sorrento, Turn, Magic Wheel/Angels on Toast/A Time to be Born by Dawn Powell 210. Notes of a Dirty Old Man by Charles Bukowski

211. Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck (will NEVER read again) 212. Old School by Tobias Wolff 213. On the Road by Jack Kerouac 214. One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest by Ken Kesey 215. One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez 216. The Opposite of Fate: Memories of a Writing Life by Amy Tan 217. Oracle Night by Paul Auster 218. Oryx and Crake by Margaret Atwood 219. Othello by Shakespeare 220. Our Mutual Friend by Charles Dickens 221. The Outbreak of the Peloponnesian War by Donald Kagan 222. Out of Africa by Isac Dineson 223. The Outsiders by S. E. Hinton 224. A Passage to India by E.M. Forster 225. The Peace of Nicias and the Sicilian Expedition by Donald Kagan 226. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky 227. Peyton Place by Grace Metalious 228. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde 229. Pigs at the Trough by Arianna Huffington 230. Pinocchio by Carlo Collodi 231. Please Kill Me: The Uncensored Oral History of Punk Legs McNeil and Gillian McCain 232. The Polysyllabic Spree by Nick Hornby 233. The Portable Dorothy Parker by Dorothy Parker 234. The Portable Nietzche by Fredrich Nietzche 235. The Price of Loyalty: George W. Bush, the White House, and the Education of Paul O’Neill by Ron Suskind 236. Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen 237. Property by Valerie Martin 238. Pushkin: A Biography by T. J. Binyon 239. Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw 240. Quattrocento by James Mckean

241. A Quiet Storm by Rachel Howzell Hall 242. Rapunzel by Grimm Brothers 243. The Raven by Edgar Allan Poe 244. The Razor’s Edge by W. Somerset Maugham 245. Reading Lolita in Tehran: A Memoir in Books by Azar Nafisi 246. Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier 247. Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm by Kate Douglas Wiggin 248. The Red Tent by Anita Diamant 249. Rescuing Patty Hearst: Memories From a Decade Gone Mad by Virginia Holman 250. The Return of the King by J. R. R. Tolkien 251. R Is for Ricochet by Sue Grafton 252. Rita Hayworth by Stephen King 253. Robert’s Rules of Order by Henry Robert 254. Roman Holiday by Edith Wharton 255. Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespeare 256. A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf 257. A Room with a View by E. M. Forster 258. Rosemary’s Baby by Ira Levin 259. The Rough Guide to Europe, 2003 Edition 260. Sacred Time by Ursula Hegi 261. Sanctuary by William Faulkner 262. Savage Beauty: The Life of Edna St. Vincent Millay by Nancy Milford 263. Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller by Henry James 264. The Scarecrow of Oz by Frank L. Baum 265. The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne 266. Seabiscuit: An American Legend by Laura Hillenbrand 267. The Second Sex by Simone de Beauvoir 268. The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd 269. Secrets of the Flesh: A Life of Colette by Judith Thurman 270. Selected Hotels of Europe

271. Selected Letters of Dawn Powell: 1913-1965 by Dawn Powell 272. Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen 273. A Separate Peace by John Knowles 274. Several Biographies of Winston Churchill 275. Sexus by Henry Miller 276. The Shadow of the Wind by Carlos Ruiz Zafon 277. Shane by Jack Shaefer 278. The Shining by Stephen King 279. Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse 280. S Is for Silence by Sue Grafton 281. Slaughter-house Five by Kurt Vonnegut 282. Small Island by Andrea Levy 283. Snows of Kilimanjaro by Ernest Hemingway 284. Snow White and Rose Red by Grimm Brothers 285. Social Origins of Dictatorship and Democracy: Lord and Peasant in the Making of the Modern World by Barrington Moore 286. The Song of Names by Norman Lebrecht 287. Song of the Simple Truth: The Complete Poems of Julia de Burgos by Julia de Burgos 288. The Song Reader by Lisa Tucker 289. Songbook by Nick Hornby 290. The Sonnets by William Shakespeare 291. Sonnets from the Portuegese by Elizabeth Barrett Browning 292. Sophie’s Choice by William Styron 293. The Sound and the Fury by William Faulkner 294. Speak, Memory by Vladimir Nabokov 295. Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers by Mary Roach 296. The Story of My Life by Helen Keller 297. A Streetcar Named Desiree by Tennessee Williams 298. Stuart Little by E. B. White 299. Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway 300. Swann’s Way by Marcel Proust

301. Swimming with Giants: My Encounters with Whales, Dolphins and Seals by Anne Collett 302. Sybil by Flora Rheta Schreiber 303. A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens 304. Tender Is The Night by F. Scott Fitzgerald 305. Term of Endearment by Larry McMurtry 306. Time and Again by Jack Finney 307. The Time Traveler’s Wife by Audrey Niffenegger 308. To Have and Have Not by Ernest Hemingway 309. To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee 310. The Tragedy of Richard III by William Shakespeare 311. A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith 312. The Trial by Franz Kafka 313. The True and Outstanding Adventures of the Hunt Sisters by Elisabeth Robinson 314. Truth & Beauty: A Friendship by Ann Patchett 315. Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom 316. Ulysses by James Joyce 317. The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath 1950-1962 by Sylvia Plath 318. Uncle Tom’s Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe 319. Unless by Carol Shields 320. Valley of the Dolls by Jacqueline Susann

321. The Vanishing Newspaper by Philip Meyers 322. Vanity Fair by William Makepeace Thackeray 323. Velvet Underground’s The Velvet Underground and Nico (Thirty Three and a Third series) by Joe Harvard 324. The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides 325. Waiting for Godot by Samuel Beckett 326. Walden by Henry David Thoreau 327. Walt Disney’s Bambi by Felix Salten 328. War and Peace by Leo Tolstoy 329. We Owe You Nothing – Punk Planet: The Collected Interviews edited by Daniel Sinker 330. What Colour is Your Parachute? 2005 by Richard Nelson Bolles 331. What Happened to Baby Jane by Henry Farrell 332. When the Emperor Was Divine by Julie Otsuka 333. Who Moved My Cheese? by Spencer Johnson 334. Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf by Edward Albee 335. Wicked: The Life and Times of the Wicked Witch of the West by Gregory Maguire 336. The Wizard of Oz by Frank L. Baum 337. Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte 338. The Yearling by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings 339. The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion

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xhannahbananax03 · 4 years

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Good Intentions

MASTERLIST

Warnings: Fluff? Cliffhanger, I’m sorry!

A/N: This was a request from @ynreaderlol Im sorry it took so long hun!

Today was Christmas Eve and you only had so much time before Daryl returned with Rick from going out for supplies. Meaning you had to wrap and hide his gifts before he got back. You already knew he wouldn’t be a fan of one of them but that was a later problem right now you had to focus on the cookies baking in the oven and cutting the paper bags you had into suitable wrapping paper.

As the oven beeped, you quickly sat down your scissors and moved over to it to pull out the cookie sheet covered into dyed green and red treats. As the cooled you hummed to yourself, gently wrapping his gifts, being gently to not tear the paper.

You had just finished as he walked through the door and you quickly hid them behind the tree you made Daryl go out and get you. It was decorated in stringed popcorn and ornaments that Judith and a few of the other kids had made.

��Hey.” Daryl said gruffly to you with a tiny smile on his face as he leaned against the wall to untie his boots.

“Hey lover.” You smiled brightly as you moved to stand in front of him, you had always been far more affectionate but that was alright with you. Daryl was always more affectionate in bed anyways and you had no complaints.

He softly kissed the top of your head as you wrapped your arms around his waist, “Find anything good while you were out?”

“You could say that.” He chuckled while smirking, “What’s that smell?” He asked moving past you and into the kitchen.

“Don’t even think about it mister.” You stopped him as he reached for one of your cookies, “Those are for the party tonight, which speaking of you may want to go shower and clean up before our guests arrive.”

He nodded his head and slowly pulled his hand away before moving to you and grabbing your wrist gently, “Lets go shower then sweetheart.”

After your small get together, you and Daryl sat on the couch, a fire roaring a few feet ahead of you as you rested your head on his firm shoulder, “I got ya somethin’ while we were out.” He said softly while playing with something small in his hands.

“Oh yeah?” You sat up with a curious look on your face, “Whatcha get me?” He held out his large hand in a fist from which he dropped down a small butterfly pendent attached to a necklace, “Oh Daryl. It’s beautiful!” You exclaimed excitedly before turning your back to him and lifting your hair.

The necklace rested perfectly against you and the color looked great on you. “Thank you so much Daryl. I love it.” You smiled gently, squeezing his hand as he returned a small grin of his own.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You jumped up as you went to grab his two gifts, “I got you something too.”

He frowned and shook his head, “(Y/n), I told you not to worry about it.” You only smiled softly at his words, setting the gifts down in front of him, “Please tell me you didn’t leave the walls to get this crap?”

“Hey! It’s not crap!” You yelled, smacking his shoulder, “But no. I didn’t leave to get it, Rick looked for it for me.” You smiled proudly as he scoffed and shook his head, running his fingers gently over the brown wrapping paper.

“Are ya gonna open it or just look at it?” You teased, crossing your legs as you sat across from him. He rolled his eyes but you could see the small smile that stretched across his face in the dim light of the fire. “This one first!” You exclaimed, handing him the larger of the two packages. The one you knew he’d hate.

As he unwrapped it, his face screwed up tightly, “What’s this?” He asked, holding up the blue button up shirt that Rick had found in a house right outside of Alexandria.

“It’s a shirt silly.” You giggled, “You’re gonna need it for your next gift. Need ya to look decent.” You winked at him.

“I always look decent.” He sassed back to which you gave a pointed look, “Ok. I always look alive.” He shrugged to which you nodded your head in agreeance.

“Most of the time.” You laughed as he shoved your shoulder gently before giving you a ‘thanks’ and setting the shirt to the side, “Alright, time for this one.” You smiled excitedly as a blush rose across your cheeks.

It was an oddly wrapped square item and he picked it up with a raised brow before unwrapping it slowly. He tore open the edge and tilted to whole packaged to the side, along what was in it to slide out onto his hand.

You bit your lip in anticipation and studied his face closely as he stared at the golden ring that laid in his hand, “What the-“

“Daryl, we’ve know eachother since the beginning of the end.” You said softly, tugging on his free hand to get him to look at you.

“Are you..” He nodded towards the ring once with wide eyes and you took a deep breath before nodding your head aswell.

“Yeah I am...” Daryl looked frozen in place as he stared deeply at the ring and swallowed hard, your hands began to sweat with fear as your lower lip trembled, “What do ya say baby? Marry me?”

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aeondeug · 3 years

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So As Yet Unsent did a number on me and got me to love Judith. It also left me wanting to write something for the research she did before going to proposition Marta. And so here is that something! A series of three narrative poems about Judith gradually working up the nerve to ask Marta:

The first time you read one You had been walking through the halls To find and spy an excited gaggle Gathered around and whispering On just how hard it had been for Them to sneak this into the shipments. Those composed there heard you step, One shooting upright with a salute While another swore and asked Just what was up only to look right And see you standing there Spine erect, face grim and firm. He blanched at the sight seen And lost the words in his throat And all his years of training too Until you reminded him of them. Each head there rose one by one, Hands folded behind their back neatly, And you did not even interrogate them But instead demanded outright and bald For whatever contraband they’d snuck in To be handed over to you now Before more serious measures be taken. One made a comment, an argument, Saying there was none to be found And that he was quite confused as to why You’d even think to ask them of that. You asked him if he thought you stupid, To which he answered “No, sir”, smartly, To which you said you thought him stupid. Very. A smart one meanwhile pushed out her hands To reveal a book with a silly title And an even sillier cover, A truly stupid prize to sneak through customs. You frowned and thought to yourself How a kinder officer would let it slide, But you were the image of the Second House And with it the image of the Cohort, There could be no quarter given, So you snatched the book from those hands Barely giving it or her a glance. Then you ordered them off on a run With a note that you’d be going up And informing their superiors in due time. Later that night, such as they’re counted Up in the dead expanse of the stars, You looked down at the book Which sat with a stack of flimsies on your desk Ready to be sent off and be disposed of. It wasn’t the first romance you’d seen Of this very specific subject matter, But it was the first you’d held admittedly. You looked over its cover again With its handsome, strapping cavalier Whose coat was not to code, collar open, And in whose arms lay a shrinking adept, Eyes closed serenely, lips lightly parted. You sneered at the thing and thought Of how it and the flimises would be off soon, Heading further down the bureaucratic chain. But instead of grabbing them each and all To be carried off and away as needed, You picked up the book with a scoff And you opened it to a random page To give it a slight read before it burned. The dialogue was atrocious, first off, And the narration lingered too long, Being overly fond of outfits and lamps and more. It was a horrible book in truth, But you turned to its first page feeling bored And set to reading it right through that night. There hadn’t been a new book in weeks, And you were just growing so tired Of the stack of ones already read. This is what you told yourself that night As you read through the whole tome Until eventually you were through it all And its whole sordid tale Of a cavalier and their necromancer. It was the first you’d read.

The second time you read one You actually read a set of three together. They were from three authors And from three subgenres, Sharing only one thing in common: A love between a cav and their adept. These books you’d gathered for yourself Based off the writings you’d seen In book magazines on your off days And based off the talk you’d heard Among others in the cafeteria. It was something of a pain, it was, Paying off person after person again In search of these three particular books While leaving behind you a trail Too confounding to be traced to you. For should you be found out about You’d be called a hypocrite by your men, And soon the word would spread around About Judith Deuteros’ unseemly interests. Thankfully your years of tearing apart smuggling rings Had taught you well how to travel and talk, So you felt yourself quite safe As you gathered up your secret finds. Yet safety had or no, you hid them carefully And you moved through each slowly, Fearing every last noise you heard reading Was someone noticing your newfound habit. These books weren’t much better than the first, Is what you told yourself those days After having read through them each. As the dialogue was still off in all three, And the one loved adverbs far, far too much, And you only needed see one love triangle To know you never wanted to see another. And of the whole lot you felt the worst Was the one about the Cohort pair, For nothing was accurate in the least, And everyone would be court martialed At least nine times over, God willing. That was assuming the pair ever left training, Which you thought was very doubtful. Yet in the nights after reading it When you had disposed of them each and all, It was that Cohort book you thought of And neither of the other two, Though they were slightly less awful. The cavalier was nothing like Marta. They were overbold and cared not for order. At the best you’d called them a fool, But for all your unkind words to the cav You had far colder ones for the adept, In whom you saw none of yourself. Yet as you lay in bed one night You thought of one moment halfway in the book Where the adept had cornered their cav, Pressing them to a wall before a mission That was sure to kill them both at last. You’d thought of how the cav rebuffed them And how you thought that very proper, But the adept had pressed on And refused to back away or let up As they asked one very important question: They ask you and expect you to die for me, But they tell me I can’t feel a thing for you? Why is that the case? How is that fair? There was an argument after those words, Which was smoothed over by a kiss, Sudden and fierce, which saved The cav from having to answer that “Why?” You told yourself this was stupid. You told yourself you hated it. Yet you thought to yourself at night On those missions now past Where you’d seen Marta glorious And you’d seen her vulnerable too. You thought of all the talks you had Just the two of your together And the ease at which they flowed, As with no other person you knew. You thought of esprit de corps and how, Though you felt connected to your fellows More than with any civilian you had ever known, That there was a connection unique to her. There was a bond between the two of you Tighter than any other you held, And they asked her to die for you While demanding you feel nothing on that. Why?

The third time you read oneIt wasn’t a novel you read, really,As the book was one part essay, one part storyAnd most of all it was a treatise and memoire.This one you’d found while perusing throughThe Sixth House’s vast libraries duringA very rare Sixth House ballWhich you found even more dull thanAll the other balls you’d gone to,Be they of the Third or of the Fifth.So as the Sixth took to the their booksOver the drinking and the dancing,So did you set to your own researches.Normally at one of these events,You would stand with Marta together,Back erect, face grim and firm,Rebuffing the attempts of those about youTo get you to dance or to laugh or whatever else,And the Third’s princess was always the hardestFor you to shake off, for private reasons.But Coronabeth was not here, thank God,And this was no Third House ball but a Sixth one,Which left you with this one and only chanceTo search through their vast storesOf knowledge you thought unworthy of preservation.Your search was a secretive oneOf which you didn’t even tell Marta,Having left her side saying onlyThat you were going to the bathroom,And adding that she was free to enjoy the festivities.To which she laughed a bit,Because what festivities were there here?You smiled and told her to seek outAnother who loved those same books thatThe two of you had first bonded over.So you had left her to go and lookFor books on the subject of thatMost great and mighty of taboos,Of which you dared not say word to Marta of.The search was seemingly fruitless.At first because certain libraries hereWere off limits to the party guests,Then next because the one you’d found hadOnly an endless treasure troveOf mystery novels spanning centuries on,Till at last you had to admit to yourselfThat the Sixth’s knowledge hoards hadA scheme that not even you could navigate alone.So, nervously, you stepped up to a SixthWith her nose buried in a bookAnd you asked her outright, bald,Trying your best to seem nonchalant,If the Sixth held any books at allOn the matter of necros and cavs joined together,Not just by tradition, but by romance.She raised a brow at you standing there,The proper daughter of the fleet admiral,Asking for books on a most improper topic,But when she saw you budge not one bitShe shrugged her shoulders and led you offTo a part of the library you’d passed six times before.As you waited and watched, heart pounding,She pulled forth a book with a cover, nondescript.She handed it to you saying lazilyTo leave it on one of the carts when you finished.You thanked her formally and hoped thatNeither your face nor your step saidAnything about your mood or your intent.You were scared, to be truthful.More scared than you ever had beenIn the bustle of open combat,Because at least battle you understoodAnd because however it was you died on the fieldYour father would stand up and would sayOf you, his daughter, that never hadThere been a more proper Second toHave ever graced these Nine Houses.That you were a Second House heir so properThat a woman with a career so promisingAs the most esteemed Marta Dyas Had put aside those far off starsTo take her cavalier vows for life,Binding you as necro and cav.Between freedom and glory afar,She had picked you above them bothWhen you had only girlish hopesThat even your father told youWere far too high and likely to fail.So as you read that book thereHidden in a Sixth House nookYou were more scared than ever before,Because you were looking for an answerTo an argument you had with yourselfOver whether there was any chance at allFor you and your girlish hopes.What you found was not what you wanted,As the author went on and on about thingsThat were tangential at best to what you sought.You read about her overbearing father andYou read about her merciless DI andYou read about a friend you thought the cavUntil said friend died without one whisperOf those four words that haunted youBecause they held you back from a more wanted three.It took you a good hour to get to it,And that came with some skimmingThrough page after page about things you cared not for,But you finally found it tucked awayIn the middle of that book: an essay on necros and cavs.The essay spanned only four pages longAnd it did not go into much detailAbout the relationship between the twoIn a personal and intimate sense.Instead she spoke primarily of herselfAnd of her ever growing shameAnd of her ever expanding list of questionsOn whether the arguments in praise of that shameHeld any weight to them at all.She spoke too of how setting love aside,Trying to pretend she felt none of it,Had done her no good at all.It had led to an argument, in fact,Between her and her cavalierWho could not understand whyShe had been so cagey all the timeWhen before she’d been so open, so free.This was the most you ever got to seeOf the cavalier herself beyondThat she too was a Cohort woman.You read and you read and you readBefore rereading the whole thing againTrying to tell yourself it was stupidAnd that the author was stupid too.You shut the book in disgust, sneering,And you dropped it off in a cart sayingHow you couldn’t see how the SixthCould think this thing worth preserving.Then you went back to find MartaWho asked you where you’d beenTo which you said you’d been accostedBy the Sixth House bookworms askingWhat you had most recently read,At which she laughed and said “Vicious aren’t they?”You smiled and agreed and said nothing more.And six weeks later you lay in bedThinking to yourself on that essayAnd the arguments held within it.Six weeks later you told yourselfThat perhaps it might be okay, after all,And that the very next day you’d sayTo Marta that you felt something more.

#the locked tomb #gideon the ninth #judith deuteros #marta dyas

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walkerwords · 4 years

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“The Savior Sessions” Part 5 of 33 - Negan x GN!Reader

IMAGE CREDIT: Jackson Lee Davis/AMC

SERIES MASTERLIST

Summary: With a storm approaching, you offer to house Negan for the duration and maybe in the process deal with all the nagging thoughts that have come up during all the sessions so far.

Word Count: 2232

Warning: None

Song I Wrote To: “Keeping Your Head Up” by Birdy

Note: This one is more like an intro to the next one, but I thought I’d post it cause I’m posting these in between some angsty stories!

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The constant arguing was finally getting on your nerves.

Sitting in the meeting hall, you listened to the council and other key members of Alexandria argue about the same thing as always: Negan. This week’s issue was that there was a storm coming in that would most likely bring lots of rain, at least that’s what Eugene was thinking. Whether he was right or not, there was still the question of where they were putting their prisoner so he didn’t drown in his cell.

There were those such as Aaron and Rosita who couldn’t care less about what happened to the man, but then there were people like Gabriel who were still mildly concerned. They had locked him up, kept him fed, and Gabriel didn’t think it was fair to keep him in such a vulnerable position during the potential downpour.

Nobody wanted to leave him alone in an empty house and Aaron had even suggested tying him up in the watch post, but Michonne had shot that down immediately.

You sat in the back row of the hall, waiting for them to stop hollering at each other. The last conversation you had had with Negan hadn’t ended well. You were tired, he was curious, and you were not in the mood for his...negan-ness at all. The realization that you and the former leader were similar had rocked you a bit. You weren’t sure what to do with the information.

There was a part of you that wanted to just walk out the front gate and not look back. Running away had once been a pattern for you before the world had ended, but you had fought to break that streak once you joined up with this group of survivors. However, spending a few days in the woods alone seemed not too bad right now. Daryl did seem to have the right idea at times, you thought.

The hum of arguing continued and you fought against everything you had not to yell at them. If Alexandria didn't have strong walls, you were sure the Dead would have been called from miles away with this volume.

"I'll do it," you said, more to the wall than anyone. The yelling continued so you stood up and projected your voice louder, "I'll do it!"

Everyone in the room turned to look at you, Michonne pausing mid-sentence. "What?" Aaron asked.

"I said, I'll do it. Negan can stay with me at my place for the duration of the storm." Nobody knew what to say as you offered your home to be Negan’s temporary cell.

"(Y/N)," Gabriel began, unsure how to continue.

"I have an extra room," you explained, "my fireplace works, I live alone, and I'm already his therapist, might as well be his warden too."

"It's not your job to...house him," Rosita said.

"No, it's not," you agreed. "It's probably Michonne's considering she's head of security, but she has two little ones. Now, I doubt Judith and RJ would care if Negan stayed in their living room, but this way I keep him from all of you and y'all can stop bickering like a PTA meeting."

"And if he tries to leave?" Aaron asked, but you rolled your eyes.

"He won't," you assured him, "though, if he managed to sneak past me, all the other houses, and get over the walls in the storm, then hell, he would deserve the escape."

"Let's try not to let that happen," Michonne said and you nodded. "Are you going to need extra supplies?" She asked simply. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes at how easy it was to take on the responsibility. You knew it was just a matter of time before someone spoke up and you also knew that person was going to be you.

"I think we'll be okay. I'll wait until the sun goes down and then drag Alcatraz on over.”

You didn’t wait for a response before grabbing your jacket and exiting the hall. All around Alexandria, people were prepping for the storm. There wasn’t much they could do considering there was only a few hour warning. These were the days when you missed The Weather Channel the most. Since the world had ended, it was the small things that you missed about the old world rather than the big ones.

Waving to Gracie who was sitting on the steps of her house, you continued on your way to your small home near the South wall. It wasn’t much and it was smaller than the rest of the homes, but you preferred it. Rick had once called it your “crows nest” which was appropriate considering your time as a sniper.

Rosita’s house was locked up tight as you passed it and jogged up your front steps. There wasn’t much more to do as you tended to keep your house secure most of the time.

You spent the next couple of hours taping down the windows, grabbing firewood from the communal supply, and taking inventory of your food stock. The whole thing was becoming...odd. It was as if you were a kid again, making sure the house was clean for company so your parents didn’t feel embarrassed.

The thought alone made you chuckle as you finished off your chores by grabbing extra blankets from the hall closet. Glancing outside, the sun began to dip and droplets of rain were already spattering against the windows. With a sigh, you grabbed your coat and began the walk over to the cell.

There were very few people out on the streets and you had a feeling Gabriel and Michonne had spread the news that public enemy number one would be lead out on his leash tonight. Walking by the Grimes’ house, Judith looked at you through the window. You sent her a wink and she grinned back, giving you a thumbs up.

You often wondered where her constant optimism came from because it definitely didn’t come from being raised by Rick or by her biological father. Shane was never one to see the glass as half full for as long as you knew him. However, now that you were thinking about it, Lori did have that little spark deep down...very deep down. Perhaps Judith Grimes was one of a kind after all.

Pulling the keys from your belt, you shuffled down the steps and unlocked the large door. Stepping inside the cold room, you were surprised to be met with silence. You stepped closer to the bars and then you understood why.

Negan was fast asleep.

You took a moment to watch the sleeping man. There was something so innocent about the way a person slept. It was like a reset button for a night and right now he didn’t look like the monster Alexandria and others feared, he was just a man trying to get some rest in a screwed-up world. Rest that you felt bad about interrupting.

Pulling the right key, you inserted it into the cell door and pushed it open. Negan remained asleep as you crept forward. Leaning down, you gently shook his shoulder, trying to wake him. Negan’s eyes flew open and his hand tightly gripped the arm that was resting on him. “Ow,” you grunted at the pressure, trying to pull your hand back.

“What’s going on?” He muttered, blinking in the darkness.

“I’ll tell you if you let me go,” you hissed. Negan finally focused on you, his brows furrowed.

“(Y/N)?” he asked.

“Negan, hand,” you reminded him.

“Oh, right,” he said, releasing you from his grip. You stepped back, rubbing at the skin that was sure to be bruised later. He slowly sat up and glanced at the open cell door before looking back at you. “What? Has the Queen of Alexandria finally agreed to a public execution?” he asked bitterly.

With a roll of your eyes, you reached over and grabbed the thick jacket Gabriel had gotten for him a few weeks ago. You threw it at him.

“There’s a massive storm rolling through and Eugene thinks it’ll flood some areas. You’re staying with me until it passes. No more than two days,” you explained, crossing your arms. Negan was silent as his fingers played with the thick material of his jacket.

“Why?” he asked.

“Why what?” you asked, exasperated.

“Why would anyone care if I succumbed to the elements?” he asked with narrowed eyes.

“You don’t want to come? That’s fine. I don’t mind being alone,” you said with a challenge in your eyes. Negan quickly stood, shaking his head.

“No, no, a warm house sounds very nice,” he quickly said. “I’m a great house guest.”

“Right,” you said, still feeling the awkwardness that remained between the two of you from your last conversation. Negan shrugged on the jacket and then you walked to him, producing a pair of cuffs.

“Seriously?” he asked, staring at the chains with disdain.

“Either this or learn to swim,” you said, dangling the cuffs. Negan huffed but offered you his wrists anyway. You quickly fastened them and then took hold of his arm. “Come on, it’s already started to rain.

Negan followed you out of the cell, hesitating on the threshold for a moment. You squeezed his arm briefly and he kept walking. The two of you pushed out into the damp air and you let go of him for a second to close up the room tightly, trying to reduce the amount of water damage that was sure to come.

Turning back to Negan, his attention wasn’t on you, but on the overcast sky. His head was tilted back as he breathed in the night air. A look of content was on his face and you almost thought he was smiling slightly. It was then that you realized this was the first time he had been outside in...you didn’t know how long.

Taking his arm again, you pulled him away from his thoughts and tugged him after you. Negan kept pace with you as you began the walk home. The streets were completely empty now, but it didn’t stop Negan from looking around with those curious eyes of his.

You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you easily slowed your pace, letting the walk take twice as long as usual. Looking up at Negan who was completely focused on Alexandria, you let yourself feel a bit sorry for the man. Obviously, Michonne had her reasons for keeping him locked up. You knew them and so did Negan, but you thought that perhaps he should be let out a bit more often.

Michonne had asked you to start visiting him because she thought all the isolation was bad for him, but she also didn’t realize that it wasn’t just being alone that wasn’t good for him. He needed to be out and even if it was starting to pour, you were going to let him have this moment.

Sliding your arm off of his, you let him wander ahead of you a bit, keeping him close, but not so much him being a dog being lead on a leash. He took the paths with grass on them and ran his hands down light posts and across fences. It was like watching someone rediscover the world and it made you oddly happy.

“This way, genius,” you called when he began walking down another street. He quickly walked to your side with a grin on his face. “What?”

“I just never imagined you’d be taking me home so soon,” he joked and you rolled your eyes.

“Well, I didn’t think you would enjoy spending the night in the stables,” you explained, kicking at a loose stone on the road.

“And Michonne and Gabe probably told you that I needed a babysitter.”

“That too,” you agreed. You finished the walk in silence. There were moments when you had to steer Negan in the right direction, but overall, you let him walk on his own without a guard. Arriving at your house, you pulled him up the steps, ignoring Rosita who was glaring at him through her window. Negan didn’t seem to notice or if he did, he didn’t say anything.

“Home sweet home, huh?” Negan said as he stepped into your house. The fire was already burning as your pulled of your jacket and lay it across a chair near the flames. Negan was looking around at the warm room when you walked to him and grabbed his wrists, the key to the cuffs in your hand. “Really?” he asked, surprised.

“Did you expect me to keep them on?” you asked, removing the cuffs.

“Kind of, yeah,” he admitted.

“Well, this is not the cell, it’s my house. My house, my rules, and I say that nobody needs to wear handcuffs. So, here you go. Two days of whatever you want. The kitchen is stocked, there’s decently hot water, and the spare bedroom is the final door on the left. However, you touch my weapons and I will put the cuffs back on, deal?” Negan stared at you for a second before nodding.

“Yeah, no problem,” he said and you gave him an awkward thumbs up before leaving him be in your living room. Walking into your kitchen, you wished for whiskey, another small thing you missed from the old world.

“This is going to be a long two days.”

TAGS: @thanossexual @yes-sir-hotchner @boom-bunny @delusionalteenagewhispers @sophia-gwendolyn @ritajammer21

#walkerwords #savior sessions #twd fanfiction #twd #twd imagines #negan x reader #negan imagines #The Walking Dead #reader insert

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noxtms · 3 years

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below you will find the recap for everything that took place over the course of the seventh anniversary event & subsequent plot drop, both of which are linked.

there was no reason to panic. these were the empty words offered to those present at the seventh anniversary when headmistress mcgonagall announced that one of the guests, judith strout, had gone missing over the course of the weekend. the healer was nowhere to be found : not at home or at work, not in the hufflepuff guest quarters where her bed was found unmussed & her weekend bag unopened, not at the three broomsticks, where a number of people had headed to take part in madam rosmerta’s pub quiz. concern was understandable, the professors who gathered willing volunteers parroted, but there were a host of plausible explanations. hogwarts can be a maze / grief can mess with your head / anyone can get turned around, after a drink or two. they were going to get to the bottom of it ( and ensure judy was found safe & well ), and the only thing left to do was to send out search parties and find her.

HOGWART’S CASTLE.

all of the professors and a handful of volunteers were assigned hogwarts castle, with the evening spent going from room to room, floor to floor, searching high & low for any sign of judy. though she had last been seen in the crowd leaving the great hall at the end of the feast, her path through the castle on the night of her disappearance was impossible to determine.

a group comprised of antigone xu, josie diggory, sebastian yang & oliver wood began their search on the ground floor, and moved upwards over the course of the evening. it was a slow process for them, and they had only managed to clear two floors, entirely, when they heard an almighty crash up ahead. it was the first of what became a cacophony of crashes coming from the direction they were travelling, and to the worried ear, it sounded a lot like a struggle. with judy as their priority, there was no question about whether they would or would not follow the noise to its source, and wands out, they proceeded with caution.

the group felt a flash of relief when they pushed the door to the armour gallery and discovered that peeves the poltergeist was the culprit. he bounced back & forth giddily, taking aim at suits of armour as he passed and knocking one clean over as they watched, the commotion explained. their relief didn’t get to last for long as he became aware of his audience, and with a gleeful cackle, he launched into a song about getting them all into trouble with filch - destruction continuing as he zipped away towards the trophy room.

they sped after him as fast as they could, the spells that they fired towards him - ones meant to slow him down, or freeze him in place, or banish him entirely - missing by inches every time, his laughter growing more mocking the more damage they helped him cause to trophy cases and tapestrys and photo frames of past quidditch teams. it’s hard to say who managed to hit him with the langlock jinx that stuck his tongue to the roof of his mouth, but he made just as much of a commotion in leaving the trophy room and disappearing into the depths of the castle as he had with full use of his tongue, which was sort of impressive, really.

they knew they couldn’t leave the mess for filch to find ( especially since the poltergeist would quite happily pin the blame on damage caused on them ), and they set about tidying the trophy room & armour gallery as best they could the moment he was out of sight. they repaired the glass cases that had been shattered and righted the suits of armour that peeves had turned over, and it was only when one of them bent to pick up the lid of a golden cup he had knocked from a shelf that they saw the pool of drying red that looked suspiciously like blood.

THE FORBIDDEN FOREST.

few could bring themselves to brave the forbidden forest, even with the distinct feeling that judy’s life could have been hanging on the line. hagrid took lead along with a group of centaurs who agreed to search the farthest reaches, so only a couple groups of volunteers were tasked with heading into the depths, with the groups made intentionally small so as to keep the noise down.

oriana trelawney, michael corner & harry potter were one such trio, unlucky enough to be the group sent closest to aragog’s lair. they’re lucky to have harry in their number - not only does he have firsthand experience with the acromantulas, but he also knows exactly what they’re looking at when....- well.

the group will be forgiven if they didn’t cast glances downwards from tiem to time as they approached the nest, given how much of their focus is in sweeping webs from their path & scanning the horizon for anything on more than two legs. the trail that had been left went unnoticed, but the fallen mound of silver up ahead, dangerously close to the entrance to the lair, certainly does not. anyone familiar with even a textbook picture of unicorns would have known a dead one when they saw it, even at a distance, and the group moved forward to investigate further.

HOGSMEADE VILLAGE.

the most amount of volunteers were directed towards hogsmeade village, and the group comprised of augustine verne, dennis creevey, blaise zabini, hermione granger, nazli demirtas & benjamin malkin began their evening by going door to door, questioning the villagers on whether they had seen the missing judy strout. it was tough going, especially as the doors that wouldn’t open to them led to houses that had to go unsearched, and any of them could have been forgiving for wondering if it was one of those buildings that judy was inside.

everything changed as they began the trek towards the hog’s head. as they watched, the door crashed open, light streaming out across the lane. a single figure clutching an unidentifiable lump hesitated for just a moment as if unsure where to go, now, until they spotted the figures just down the lane and suddenly broke into a run in the opposite direction - the anti apparition spell placed on the town as the search took place making a quick escape impossible. their group large enough to split in two directions, half of them chose to run after the figure while the other half rushed into the hog’s head.

the mystery track star runner might have gotten away, if they had taken a right instead of a left. the open road stretches in one direction, out of town and past the borders of the spell on the town, while the other led only to a dead end - cornering them in & making it impossible for them to escape as the group that followed approached, wands out and ready, stitch in their sides. they fired a spell or two at them in desperation, bins exploding, but the group was unharmed - someone casting a quick leg lock spell & causing the figure to topple in with a yell.

when they approached and tore the cloak that had flown up around his face away, they found mundungus fletcher - the mystery lump a sack from which the galleons from the hog’s head till spilled from, now it had fallen on the ground. they decided to leave him there - spitting swear words after them, as they left - and take the money back to aberforth’s pub, where worse things still awaited.

the group that didn’t follow found an empty pub - from which mundungus had been able to steal without trouble - and an ajar doorway to the stairwell that headed upstairs. aberforth dumbledore was at the school, assisting minerva with the chaos judy’s disappearance was causing - the barman he had left to watch the bar was found unconscious in his quarters, the passageway hidden behind the portrait of ariana exposed.

THE CLUES TO BE FOUND.

the pool of blood in the trophy room,

the dead unicorn, in the forest,

& an unconscious barman before the open passageway into hogwarts.

#nox.event015 #nox.plotdrop010 #nox.important #hp rp #harry potter rp #appless rp #fandom rp #canon rp #oc rp

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argent-vulpine · 4 years

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Achieving the Ever After

Fandom: Fire Emblem Three Houses

Rating: G

Characters: Sylvain/F!Byleth

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To say that he was amazed that she had chosen him, after everything he’d said and done, would have been quite an understatement. Sylvain wasn’t sure if there existed a word for how truly amazed, ecstatic, thrilled he was that she had agreed to marry him. This woman had become everything to him, and the journey of her own growth was astounding in so many ways.

Ashen Demon. Professor. General and master tactician. Archbishop. Queen of Unification. And somehow, despite all that… she’d chosen to also be his wife.

He hadn’t really wanted to be Margrave before then, and he didn’t think she would have cared even if he hadn’t taken the title, but he knew what people might have said, and while he had never cared what they’d said about him, what they said about her meant a lot more.

So. He took the title, and married the love of his life.

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He knew that she struggled, sometimes, with the finer arts of diplomacy. As Archbishop and Queen, she had a lot on her plate, so he stepped in wherever he could, whenever he could.

He helped her decide the appropriate speech to give when they announced their alliance to Almyra, fostering better relations with the new king, Khalid - otherwise known as Claude, their close friend, who had left after the end of the war to take his own throne, leading to this very day.

A day that he and Byleth - and eventually Sylvain - had dreamed of, hoped for, and worked so hard to achieve.

It wasn’t an easy transition, of course, but House Goneril was happier to help than the populace might have thought. It turned out that Holst and Nader had a great many things in common, once they weren’t fighting each other, and their mutual respect had eased the alliance somewhat.

Nader and Judith of Daphnel’s relationship eventually coming to light didn’t hurt, either.

Byleth treated Sylvain exactly as she always had: a valued ally and partner, and a sound tactician, both on and off the field.

One of their first joint efforts had been to make a decree regarding heirs and the existence of Crests.

A year later, Byleth quietly announced her pregnancy to their innermost circle of friends.

She had told Sylvain about her own troubled birth, shown him her father’s journal, and he spent the nine months worrying about her, hoping the same fate would not befall her or their child. He said nothing when Claude came from Almyra for the last month of the pregnancy, determined to be there for them.

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Over the years, their family grew. Claude eventually married Hilda, which Byleth stated had been bound to happen, as Hilda seemed the only person other than herself who was willing to put up with his mischief, and who was strong enough to placate Almyrans in the turbulent times following the alliance.

Sylvain had fully settled into his role as Margrave and King Consort by that point, taking the bulk of the burden of raising their children, teaching them the ins and outs of nobility and what their parents were hoping to achieve.

Not once did they test their children for crests. All three were treated equally, with love and compassion. All three would have the chance to choose their own path. Byleth did not wish to be Archbishop forever, after all, and eventually there would need to be a new Margrave, and a new ruler of the united Fódlan.

That they had been blessed with three children was something of a miracle for the both of them, all things considered.

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“Sylvain.”

He looked up from the paperwork on his desk, blinking blearily up at his wife. “Did you say something, By?”

“I’ve been trying to get your attention. We have visitors,” she said, moving to his desk and leaning in to brush a kiss against his cheek. “Felix and Annette just arrived, and I’ve received word that Khalid and Hilda are almost here, as well.”

“Already? I hadn’t realized it was that late. I’m sorry,” he replied, pulling her in for a soft kiss.

“Mm. You need to get ready. Do you know where Alessia is?” Despite telling him he needed to get ready, she settled into his lap, leaning back against him when his arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

“She said she was going to the tower, I think. I’m sure she’s still there.” Their youngest daughter certainly seemed to enjoy the tower. He wanted to blame Claude, but in all honesty, with her green hair and eyes - so like her mother’s - he thought it was perhaps more that she felt drawn to it.

“I’ll go get her, then, while you get changed. Raina and Connor are keeping our guests occupied.”

“You mean that Raina and Connor are currently wiping the floor with Felix.”

She smiled slyly, giving him another kiss before slipping out of his arms. “Perhaps.”

He huffed out a laugh as she left the room, putting down his quill and capping the jar of ink before he stood, stretching, and went to freshen up. That didn’t take him long at all, and soon he was downstairs, headed for the training ground where he knew Felix and his other two children were waiting.

To his surprise, it was not Raina and Connor both. Connor, in fact, was off to the side, conversing with Annette and pointing excitedly at some spell or another he’d found in a book while she did her best to explain it to him.

Which left his eldest child alone with Felix… and holding her own. More than.

Sylvain leaned against a column and watched with a wry grin. Raina had definitely taken after her mother in this sense, a skilled fighter, quick on her feet in both thought and action. Unlike her mother, however, she preferred the lance, like Sylvain, rather than the sword. Then again, she was also looking to be taller than her mother even at age 10. Byleth had definitely not pouted when she’d come to that realization. Absolutely not. Or so she’d say to anyone that asked.

“Oh, look, there’s your old man,” Felix said after his next yield, grinning as he got to his feet.

“Papa!” came from both his children, abandoning their places to come and wrap their arms around him, almost knocking him over.

Sylvain laughed, tousling their hair with an indulgent grin. “You should go clean up. The rest of our friends will be here soon.”

They ran off, calling out their partings as they did. Byleth entered the training ground soon after, likely having sent Alessia off to do the same. She smiled warmly at their friends, giving Annette a hug and clasping arms with Felix, promising to spar him the next morning.

They chatted amiably, leaving the training ground to wander around the monastery while they waited for the rest of their dining companions. Byleth, of course, was stopped from time to time by clergy, students, and visitors alike, though everyone who caught her attention wisely did not take long, noting that she had company.

By the time they made their way up to the Archbishop’s floor and out onto the terrace, the children had changed into fresh clothes, and Claude and Hilda had arrived, joining them shortly after.

It was a nice evening spent with friends, though their children lamented the lack of their own companions. Claude and Hilda’s children were under the watchful eye of Nader and Judith back in Almyra. Felix and Annette had elected to leave their son at home, still too young to comfortably travel from Fraldarius to Garreg Mach.

Conversation flowed easily amongst the friends, with Byleth and Claude commiserating over the woes of ruling entire nations, their spouses exchanging tips on ways they eased those burdens. Byleth and Felix discussed a new forging technique that had arisen, talking blades until they were dragged back into general conversation with the others.

It was that night when Byleth brought up the idea of finally retrieving all of the Hero’s Relics and laying them properly, finally to rest. It was time.

It had been time, to their minds, for a long while now, but with small uprisings in the first few years following the war, and then the matter of successions across the continent, it hadn’t seemed like a good idea, despite the desire.

Byleth, especially, was ready to lay Sothis to rest, a final parting for her first friend.

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A year later, on the anniversary of the end of the war, Byleth and all the other wielders of Hero’s Relics assembled in the Holy Tomb. One by one, each of them laid to rest the relics, thanking them for their service.

Byleth was the last to go, whispering her thanks to Sothis and placing the sword - the goddess’ spine - into the sarcophagus meant for the goddess herself. She thought, for a brief moment, that Sothis responded, but the sensation was gone almost as soon as it began.

This was the final ceremony that would ever be held in this tomb. She had given Rhea, Seteth, and Flayn the option to say goodbye in private, after the ceremony, and then it would be properly sealed, never to be opened again.

The world had no need for relics such as these, and all they had ever done was cause pain. She was determined to put an end to that.

Sylvain loved her perhaps even more than ever for it.

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The academy had been reformed long ago, opening up to students from outside Fódlan. The houses were not renamed, but no longer were students sorted into them by their homeland. Instead they were sorted at random, though they hadn’t been able to completely do away with some of the older traditions.

Their children were the heads of their houses in the years that they attended.

After Alessia’s graduation - and only then - did Sylvain and Byleth finally announce the intended successions of their titles. Alessia would enter training to replace her mother as Archbishop; Connor had elected to become Margrave, preferring the smaller but still important duties of maintaining the Gautier lands, which left Raina the heir apparent for all Fódlan.

The family couldn’t be happier. Their children had chosen for themselves, and amongst themselves, what they wanted.

They still didn’t know - or care - if any of their children bore a crest.

This was the life that Sylvain had always wanted, and he was so, so glad to have achieved it.

#sylveth weekend 2020 #sylveth #sylvain jose gautier #byleth eisner #fire emblem #fire emblem three houses #fe3h

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whosafraidofvirginiawoolf · 3 years

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I love your posts and taste in books 😃

Still doing the book recommendations thing? I’ve read normal people by Sally Rooney, Sputnik sweetheart by Haruki Murakami and The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt this month (the goldfinch is perhaps my favorite book of all time, the pay off at the end felt so good). I’m well into the vampire chronicles by Anne Rice too. I basically like any genre tbh.

I’m a psychology student who likes to play volleyball, DnD, and drink cheap whine while singing along to songs with good lyrics. Also I’ve started testing myself as a short story writer so if you have any good short stories (or collection of short stories) I’m all ears 😊

some short stories I’ve read recently that I enjoyed:

Homesick for Another World by Ottessa Moshfegh (warning her stories are seriously weird and literally have no point but I find them so odd and entertaining but I would think some people would just find them plain weird lol so read at your own discretion)

The Birds and other stories by Daphne du Maurier. everything by maurier is amazing imo I’ve read like 6 of her novels and liked them all so also check out her books (Rebbeca is my favorite and My Cousins Rachel is close behind)

Edgar Allan Poe is always a good idea, so any of the collections of his stories I’d recommend

Of the novels you mention I’ve only read the Goldfinch, but if you really liked that I think you’d enjoy:

Ordinary People by Judith Guest (ngl whenever I see people talking about Normal People, which I know nothing about I think of Ordinary people just bc the titles are so similar.) it’s about a family dealing with the aftermath of a tragedy, so similar to the goldfinch in that regard

The Chosen by Chaim Potok. Legit one of my favorite books. Its about two jewish orthodox boys living in williamsburg. and if you liked theo and boris, than you’ll really like the boys relationship in this story i think. its so sweet and moving and I love to see books about jews written by jews!

I’m hesitant to recommend A Little Life by Hanya Yanagihara bc its really more pain than anything else, but it does center around close relationships and tragedy which makes me think of the goldfinch. but look into this book before you read and maybe check if someones made a list of trigger warnings bc its seriously a painful book

A Separate Peace by John Knowles also about a close relationship between two boys, its a really great portrayal i think of how confusing relationships between people can be. I’ve read it more than once I find it so interesting.

you said you like all genres so I want to recommend a few things that are kind of just because I like them and not really based on anything you said lol:

Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card I’m so invested in this series I own almost all the books (I have 11 but there are more) this is the one I’d say to read first though there are prequels that were written after. It’s a sci fi series about alien invasion and genius kids are selected to go to battle school to train for the next battle lmao sounds very cliche but i really love it

The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson. gothic horror novel about a spooky house but also so much more lol

The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy by Douglas Adams. sci fi/fantasy its so funny that I’ve read all of the books (the first one is the guide but there are more and I rec them all) like 3 times and still laugh out loud when reading

tell me a few things about yourself/what you like in a book and I’ll recommend you some books!

#hope you enjoy this insanely long rambl-y list of books!#asks #book recs

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axwalker · 4 years

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¡FELIZ CUMPLEAÑOS, Burnsita!

Today is the birthday of one of the best, most amazing friend I’ve met here @burnsoslow

I still remember that, without knowing me, she reached out to me because she saw in a comment that I was having a bad day. She has a beautiful heart, incredible generosity, an amazing mind and HUGE talent.

I love our long debates about characters (specially a certain Lythikosian Duchess 🤣🤣) our talks about our lives and our undying love for Drake Walker and Ms. Judith Mcnaught.

This Drabble takes place in the Remember Two Things universe, where Lyss is attending Langston University. Alexis is a guest in this universe but I have to say, I LOVE our girls together. They just click and get each other so so well (as their great creators, of course 😉!)

I tried to be as faithful to your amazing character as I could. I hope you won’t hate this.

You know how much I love all your OCs, so I made this little mood board and this mini-dribble in honor of The Devereaux.

I love you ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and again :

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!

Tagging the birthday girl . @burnsoslow and @mskaneko because I know she loves our girls.

Lyss checked her watch and bit her lip trying to make up her mind. She was already 10 minutes late, but she was dying for a coffee, and Starbucks was on the way to the library where she was supposed to meet her study partner. Lexie O’Brien was a Spanish minor like herself and they were working together in a project for Introduction to Literary Analysis. Finally, she decided to go to Starbucks first; it was only a two-minutes detour, and her Spanish always improved after a --much needed-- dose of caffeine. Going to Starbucks was merely a matter of good work ethics.

After waiting more than 10 minutes for her double expresso with cream, Lyss ran to the library only to discover that Lexie was as late as she was. And she was carrying what looked like a chocolate milkshake in her hand. They both laughed and decided that it was probably better to finish their drinks in one of the park's wooden tables next to the library's entry. They talked animatedly for a few minutes before they started working in the project, but Lyss had a date with her beautiful boyfriend that night, and that was a date she couldn't be late for. As crazy about her as Drake was, he wasn't as crazy about her constant impunctuality. Unless he was the one making her late, of course. Which happens a lot, Lyss admitted to herself with a smile.

Lyss took out her computer from her bag and turned it on. "The assignment is to pick a French book and analyze a scene. Now, I know M. Ortega is expecting us to choose one of the books from the syllabus …" She smiled mischievously. "But, I think we could choose a book we actually like. I don't want to be the thousandth pair talking about Don Quijote."

Lexie, wiggled her eyebrow. "So, it is true that great minds think alike." She laughed. "I noticed that Ortega didn't include one single female writer on his list, so I thought it would be interesting to talk about one of them, you know? So, maybe he'll realize women are authors too."

"Perfect," Lyss answered before sipping her coffee.

"She's gorgeous! Is she your mom?" Lexie asked, pointing at Lyss's screensaver.

Her friend nodded, as Lexie kept on talking. “And this incredibly cute baby must be you. You had those amazing eyes even as a little girl.”

Lyss blushed. "My dad gave me this computer the night before coming to Langston. He made a collage with pictures of the three of us and made it my screensaver. He's a softy," she added sweetly.

Lexie heard the pride and affection in Lyss's voice. "He sounds amazing," she said.

"He is. He picked all my favorite pictures. Here, they're on their wedding day," Lyss pointed at the bottom right of the screen. "And this is my dad on his first day at work. He's an attorney." Lexie's gaze shifted to the upper side of the screen, where a serious young man was looking at the ceiling with dreamy eyes. "And here?" Lexie pointed at Lyss's gorgeous mom, who was kissing her dad's hand and felt a pang of longing. Her parents barely spoke to each other when they were married.

"My aunt took that picture. They were in our family house in Michigan. My dad proposed that day. Auntie told me that she had never seen two people more in love than them."

Lexie squeezed Lyss's shoulder. "Do you miss them?"

"Like hell, but we’re going for Thanksgiving," Lyss said excited just to think about her parents meeting Drake. "Do you miss yours?"

"My mom. She's my world,” Lexie replied proudly. “But my father is definitely nothing like yours. You're a lucky girl, Lyss." Lexie took a drink from her milkshake, so Lyss was unable to see her eyes tearing up.

Lyss never, ever took her parents for granted. She was too grateful for them. "I know," she affirmed, suddenly feeling sad for her friend who didn't have a father as wonderful as Patrick Devereaux.

#burns birthday #axwalker writes #trr mc

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