#Sybil Sweet

[andromeda3116]

one thing that i've noticed and begun to seriously appreciate upon rereading the watch novels is --

sam and sybil are not in love when they get married.

they like each other, but they aren't in love. and i think this is why sybil seems to be kind of in the background of men at arms and feet of clay, like, sure, she's his wife and he appreciates her and cares for her but he doesn't love her -- yet.

and i think it's the knitting moment at the end of jingo when it happens to him. like that john green quote about how you fall in love slowly and then all at once? i think the moment when he comes home and she's been trying to knit him socks but she's no good at knitting and so it ends up being a scarf instead of socks -- i think that's the "all at once".

and then after jingo, suddenly sybil matters more to him, appears more in his thoughts, he's so proud of her in the fifth elephant for everything she does (she is such a badass in the fifth elephant), and it's the cigar case she gave him that is what he longs for amd desperately needs to hold onto in night watch, the memory of her. she's much more important to him and his perspective in the later watch books, and yes the doylist interpretation is that sir terry developed the relationship more as he grew as a writer because he didn't feel like he was very good at writing romance, but i like the watsonian interpretation --

that sam vimes was not in love with sybil ramkin when he married her, but instead fell madly in love with her along the way.

[beets826]

Lots of painting practice, put a handful of things from various series' that I enjoy and just wanted to draw ngl

[fuegoesquivo]

Sybil A

[orokay]

I don’t have a lot of art of sybil yet but here are some doodles i’ve done between kofis

[sybill-the-seer]

Best Friends

Harry’s first summer at the Burrow :)

[sugarsnappeases]

psychologically traumatising sybill today my darlings… 3.5k words of trauma so far actually and i’m not stopping i don’t think

[absentia-if]

Hello, dear :D first and foremost, thank you so much for your story, it's a wonderful piece of art and I love every bit of it :D especially the characters (especially the mom <3) the RO's are so sweet, wonderful and amazing :D

I love all of your snippets and ideas, it's so wonderful to read them, and it makes me happy you can share them with us <3 I hope you feel better soon and that the ones who are so awful leave to you will you alone <3 you are such a sweet and wonderful person, so I feel sad that these things happen to you.

Well, I'm not sure if you got my last ask but I wanted to ask if we can catch the KN in the end of the game? Can we help to get MC's parents back together? Thank you and I hope you have a great start in your week :D

Thank you so much! I’m so happy that you enjoy the premise of my story and my characters! Eliza definitely holds a special place in my heart. She’s a woman that has done so much without expecting anything in return, and has finally reached the end of her rope; does that mean she’s going to stop? Not at all. We’ll see what happens because of it.

And I’m so happy to share snippets, or answer asks, and talk about my ideas with you all. It’s one of my greatest pleasures— it’s why I created the Absentia Tumblr to begin with! To be able to talk and interact with you all a bit easier (which is also why I adore my Discord so much too— I have so much fun on there with my little gremlins). The terrible asks don’t get me down, partially because I’m used to them at this point and partially because if they’re focused on me they won’t be focused on other people too, but I appreciate you concern all the same. It warms my heart that I have such sweet people like you following my story. ❤️❤️❤️

As for the Kidnapper? They have multiple endings— at least that I have planned— and it’ll definitely be possible to have them get justice… it just may not be in the way some would assume (possibly). And the MC can help Oliver and Eliza get back together, correct, but it’s not absolutely needed as they’ll get back together regardless. It’ll just be in a different way than if you were to help. I have a FAQ that may help answer some of your other immediate questions (feel free to send them to me, but I thought this might help out too).

I hope you have an amazing start to your week as well! (Or an amazing Tuesday depending on where you are.) 💞

[caltria]

"We're OK!!!"

[direwombat]

Caress to the cheek after a moment together. - for jakesyb

flaksdjfal;sdfkj i swear i didn't mean for this to be as smutty as it is but uh... enjoy. this one takes place before (but on the way to) them developing/realizing they have feelings for each other. also general warning for jacob being creepy and misogynistic. syb is working on convincing him she's. y'know. not an object, but it's a process rip

When Jacob emerges from his post-coital half-doze, Sybille is already dressed and pulling on her boots. She sits at his desk, her body folded in half as she leans down to do up the laces. Dexterous and clever fingers make quick work of the knots. The strong, sinewy muscle of her arms flexing as she tugs hard to make sure they’re secure, before rising to her feet and grabbing her jacket where it had been discarded on the floor. 

Jacob shifts to lay on his side, propping his head on his knuckles, as he watches with mild disappointment as she pulls it on. The garment barely manages to hide the hard work he put into marking her skin, leaving only the faint blush of purple bleeding past her collar. His movement catches her attention, and when her eyes meet his, he flashes her an incredibly self satisfied smirk. 

“That bad, huh?” he asks, as if he hadn’t just fucked so hard he had to clap his hand over her mouth to muffle her screams. 

Fond exasperation is how he chooses to interpret the look she’s giving him. His smirk widens when she cracks a small smile and rolls her eyes. “No, Jacob,” she says, the distance between them quickly closed with a few strands of her long, long legs. She kneels on the hardwood floor next to the cot where he lay, resting one forearm on the thin mattress while the other strokes his mussed hair. “You did just fine.”

“Just fine?” he repeats as a question. Part of him knows she’s purposefully underselling just how badly he’s ruined her for anyone else, but he still can’t help but listen to that possessive beast telling him to pull her back underneath him and show her just how fine he can be to her. She’s his, and he feels the constant need to prove himself worthy. “Well, we can do better than that.”

She huffs a quiet laugh. Her hand trails down the side of his face, almost tenderly. If it were anyone else, he would have slapped their hand away. But not her. Only she can touch him like that. Only she can see him with his guard down like this. She cradles his cheek, thumb gently rubbing back and forth over his cheekbone. “You know I can’t stay,” she says, and if he didn’t know any better, he might have thought she sounded sad. 

Of course she can’t stay. She has work to do, destroying everything his brother worked so hard to build. Of course she can’t stay. She has to go reporting back to Eli and his pathetic excuse for a militia, and pretend like she isn’t sleeping with the enemy. 

But it doesn’t stop him from grabbing her wrist, thin but nowhere near brittle, and dragging her hand to place a kiss to her open palm. “I know,” he answers. But someday she will. It may not be today. It may not be tomorrow, but someday she’ll stay because she’ll realize that this is her home. Not the Wolf’s Den or Falls End. Here, in her rightful place -- next to, on top of, beneath -- with him. 

Someday, she’ll stay because she’ll have nowhere else to go. No one else to turn to. And when that day comes, he’ll be there, ready and waiting to welcome her Home. She’ll be safe with him, he’ll make sure of it. And when the day comes for them all to retreat underground, she’ll be right there with him to keep the Armory in order and to warm his bed. Fulfilling her duties like the good little pet he knows she can be.

His cock twitches at the thought. 

Always a perceptive one, somehow, she notices. One corner of her lips quirks up and her gaze drifts down and to the side in the way they do whenever she’s considering mischief. Her tongue darts out to wet her still swollen lower lip before she draws it between her teeth. When her eyes snap back to his, the fire behind them, while not blazing as it was just a mere few hours ago, certainly smolders with some kind of heat.

Pulling her wrist free from his grasp, she leans in and presses her lips against his as she snakes her hand underneath the covers. He grunts and barely suppresses a shudder, bucking his hips as her chilled fingers ghost along his length. “You want me to stay longer after we fuck?” she whispers, wrapping her hand around him and giving him a few solid pumps. “Get a bigger bed.”

[yourlostearring]

i am soooooooooo excited for the rest of this week i can hardly stand it!!!

[thenobleprincex]

here to be that person and remind everyone that my big queer polyamorous edward lives downton abbey au fanfic that is absolutely ginormous is now live.... <3

[boxcarwild]

Sons Of The Silent Age. Part One.

1) Ivy Duke (1896-1937) starred in the 1920 hit film The Lure of Crooning Water. She drank herself to death after her career took a downward turn.

2) Sybil Rhoda (1902-2005) starred in Alfred Hitchcock’s Downhill opposite Ivor Novello. Interviewed at age 101, she said "I'm amazed I've existed so long. I'm surprised about the whole thing. I can't get over it,"

3) Maurice Elvey (1887-1967) was one of the most prolific film directors in history, making nearly 200 films between 1913 and 1957. During the silent film era, he directed as many as 20 films per year. His adaptations of Sherlock Holmes were praised by Arthur Conan Doyle. In order to film the sinking of a troop ship, Elvey built a water tank in his own back garden, spending two months to fill it up via his kitchen tap.

4) Victoria Hopper (1909–2007) was a British actress popular during the 1930s. From 1934 until 1939, she was married to film director Basil Dean, who grew interested in Hooper due to her resemblance to his former lover Meggie Albanesi (1899-1923). Dean cast her in several major films, which did badly at the box office.

5) Chrissie White (1895-1989) appeared in more than 180 films. White married director Henry Edwards, and they became one of the most newsworthy celebrity couples of the 1920s. They had two children, and remained together until his death in 1952.

6) Cora Goffin (1902-2004) was an actress on the London stage. She acted in two silent films, during which she leapt from a moving horse and threw herself beneath a moving car in Paris. There were reports that she had her legs insured for £20,000 with Lloyd's of London. Goffin married theatre manager Emile Littler in 1933. She became Lady Littler when Emile was knighted in 1974

[caramelapplesauce]

Astrologically Compatible

peter x sybill

warning: mention of dead parent!

they held hands as they made the journey to the new crystal shop. peter had never felt so safe with another person since his mum died. sybill felt comfortable and reliable and everything he ever needed in life.

they met at an asexual meet up a few months back. he was surprised to find someone that not only felt the same as him, but clicked so well. they sat next to each other and instantly connected. they talked about astrology and different types of crystals, and compared their tarot card decks. they also found out that they were astrologically compatible. a leo man and a libra woman! what are the chances?! after the meeting, they had went for tea and continued talking into the night. they both really loved park walks at night so that’s where they went after tea. they were a romance written in the stars.

it has been six months since then and they have been on many dates. they have been to various crystal shops, psychic readings, and antique shops that took all of their money. and now they were on their way to a crystal shop that was on the outskirts of town, basking in each others company. as they entered the shop, they turned to each other and knew, without even having to say anything, that this was their new favorite shop. it had rows and rows of crystals and all of them had labels. there were shelves of books that explained the different crystals and what they did. there were various necklaces, earrings, bracelets, and all sorts of jewelry, laced with all kinds of crystals. sybill and peter looked at each other, gave a curt nod, and separated. peter went straight for the pink crystals labeled rose quartz and sybill, he noticed, went straight for the onyx. he focused back on the rose quartz in front of him and sifted through the multitudes of jewelry that was there, trying to find the perfect present for sybill’s birthday. after about ten minutes of looking, peter was about to give up. there was nothing that was special enough to give to his love. he started to walk away from the table when something caught his eye. he turned to it and instantly realized this is what he was looking for. he quickly picked it up, walked to the cashier, and bought it before sybill found him and saw it.

a few weeks later, sybill and peter were siting across from each other at a little diner for her birthday. peter twiddled his thumbs as a nervous habit and sybill seemed to take notice.

“peter, dear, what’s wrong? you seem so nervous and you can’t be nervous on my birthday, it is simply not allowed” she smiled that soft smile and booped him on the nose before picking up his hands and holding them in her own. he instantly relaxed. he let out a sigh and said

“i… i have a gift for you a-and something to say b-but i… i’m just… you are…” he breathed out and tried to calm his racing heart.

“it’s okay, love, take your time.” she traced circles around the back of his hand, waiting patiently. this was the moment peter realized he just had to tell her. he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“okay, well first, i wanted to say happy birthday, my dear, and that you are the most amazing person that has ever come into my life.” he began. she was already smiling and peter gave her a slight smile back. “you have been everything i have ever dreamt of and more and so here is a rose quartz crown. it is sort of like a flower crown but it is made of a gold chain and laced through rose quartz be-because,” he started stuttering because when he chanced a glance at her, she was all teary, “oh no don’t cry.” he went to wipe a tear from her eye.

“oh, sorry, i’m just being silly. it’s just… it honestly is the best present ever. and i-i-i,” she started really crying at this and peter was starting to panic. this was not what he expected. he quickly pulled out the gift and handed it to her so that maybe she would stop crying. he was wrong. she started crying even more and was staring at it with tears streaming down her face.

“oh, oh my it is beautiful! goodness!” she was struggling to breath as she spoke and she looked right at peter and stated

“i love you so much, you complete me in ways i never thought i needed and you are the most beautiful thing to ever happen to me” peter gaped at her. that was his line, wasn’t it? she took in his expression and her eyes widened a little.

“oh! oh my sorry i just- i don’t- i don’t know why i said that. it just… it’s true but - and you don’t have to say it back but i j-i just needed you to hear it an-“ she was quickly cut off by peter standing up, walking around the table, and kissing her so deeply that she almost fell off her chair. he pulled back, and whispered

“i love you so so much. you are the one thing that i know is right in the world”

[fuegoesquivo]

Sybil A

[lavenderfroggy]

Sybil💔💔

[lumiereandcogsworth]

i just wrote a little scene between maurice & maria and i realized who they kind of remind me of. tom & sybil from downton abbey! just in the sense that the guy is from a much lower station, more practical, while the gal is from a wealthy family, a dreamer, a go-getter. but what really caught my attention to the parallel was in this scene i just wrote. maria went to the marketplace to get groceries for them. simple enough. but it reminded me of the line sybil says when she comes back after having eloped with tom. she says “i’m not lady sybil there. i’m just mrs. branson.” and she’s so fond of being JUST mrs. branson. just being the wife of someone she loves, being someone’s life partner. and that’s how i think it was for maria. she was from an aristocratic family but was always the black sheep, none of it felt right. she was engaged to some wealthy man that was pleasant enough but she just couldn’t go through with it. she didn’t want to be a lady, to marry for wealth or status. she wanted to marry for true love! for freedom! she wanted to be mrs. larue :”)