#beatrice x bertrand

[the-nonsense-is-mine]

The beginning of a Beatrice-centric take on the opera night.

[olivia-calidamn]

Beatrice and Bertrand are *both* Morticia and Gomez and Nadja and Laszlo

[acacia-may]

Couple's Costume (Feat. Beatrice x Bertrand)

Since I’ve been sharing some art and haven't posted ASOUE in awhile (but have been enjoying all the Snicket-verse posts on my dash) here is an old doodle of Beatrice and Bertrand from Series of Unfortunate Events (This drawing is really old [i.e. Pre-Netflix] so it’s purely based on what they looked like in my head at that point...)

They're fake dating for a mission, and Bertrand is not happy about it... Beatrice insists they have to wear a couple’s costume to a party they have to attend, but Bertrand is against the idea so she shows up as a dragonfly and gives him a net. Problem solved. 😁

P.S. Can you help me out ASOUE fandom? Does this ship have a name? (I usually don't get too into pairings so I have no idea what the ship names are if they have any... 😅)

[snckt]

there is a certain thrill to wearing a disguise — a thrill that is half excitement and half danger. i once attended one of the famed masked balls hosted by the duchess of winnipeg, and it was one of the most exciting and dangerous evenings of my life.

@asouefanworkevent day five of woevember : the masked ball, alternatively titled,   the dragonfly.

[when-we-drive-away-in-secret]

ASOUE Dynamic Playlists

You can find the list of character playlists here

Unfortunate Gen

The Firefighters

The Firestarters

Olaf/Esmé

Beatrice/Bertrand

Kit/Olaf

Lemony/Beatrice

Olaf/Georgina

Beatrice/Esmé

Georgina/Esmé

Olaf & Beatrice

Kit/Beatrice

Esmé/Kit

Jacques/Olivia (Show!Verse)

Esmé/Olivia (Show!Verse)

Jacques/Esmé

Beatrice & Jerome

I am constantly editing/changing these, most of them aren't really in a coherent order yet and some of them are currently ridiculously short because I haven't really found the right niche of songs for their dynamic yet, but here you go ^.^ (also I will be making and linking a masterpost for each one explaining why I chose all the songs, but if anyone ever has any song recommendations or wants to know about a specific song that's already on there, feel free to send me an ask!)

[emmettverhoogen]

Beatrice pushed the photos towards Ernest and Ernest left the fork with a piece of the root beer float pie on the plate almost immediately, instead picking up the photo with curiosity to look at it and absorb everything.

“A little bird said you would like it,” she said with a soft, discreet smile. Ernest felt as if it were Kit speaking through her voice something Dewey would say if he were there. He didn’t even notice the equally soft and discreet smile that had formed on his lips as he gave Beatrice a quick glance before turning back to the photographs.

The woman in the first photo was very beautiful, a remarkable woman, with a gentle smile and an expensive and elegant costume, highly fashionable as he remembered that Beatrice was—the one from the past, at least. She was elegantly holding a glass with one hand and pointing toward the camera with the other as if to catch the attention from the man next to her. That was Bertrand. He looked surprised, but happy, too, with his eyebrows raised behind his glasses and a more open smile than Beatrice’s as he had one hand behind his back and the other waving at the camera awkwardly. He had a mustache grown specifically for a character, Ernest recalled. The play was alright, though his character was more of a buffoon than a hero.

The other photo was older, worn out. It was a shame that the cameras were not colored back then. Beside an energetic Bertrand, there was a man who, if anyone else looked, would assume it was Frank or Ernest—it was Dewey, hiding half his face with a book. It was from when they were younger, since Bertrand’s hair was more voluminous and longer than in the first photo. He had his lips open in a smile that showed all his teeth, so happy, so innocently noble, with eyes almost squinting but full of glow. Ernest sighed and blinked successively, deep down hoping that photo would suddenly come to life and he’d be able to say again, “No one can recognize this place, Dewey. When you take another photo, don’t hide your face behind a book!”

Ernest put the photos back on the table and went back to eating the pie. “If I ask you pretty please with sugar on top, will you tell me how or with whom you get these photos?”

“No,” Beatrice said.

“Does it have anything to do with those maps and letters in your file folder?” Ernest asked, and Beatrice and Frank looked up at him.

“No, either,” she said. “Not necessarily. I would appreciate it if you didn’t peek at my stuff again.”

“She’s been growing up,” Frank murmured, finishing chewing his piece of pie. “She no longer needs our care.”

“I’m sorry,” Ernest said, sincerely. He did had become fond of her, and cared about her talking and traveling to places with any adult supervision. But it was also curiosity, simple and pure curiosity to know how she could be as skilled and intelligent and free as Kit without having grown up in a solid residence with her, for obvious reasons. Ernest was sure Dewey would understand him.

“When it’s time I’ll tell you everything,” Beatrice said calmly, scraping her fork to eat the rest of the pie.

[beatricebidelaire]

like a noir movie scene

Jacques is standing on the train platform when Bertrand gets off the train.

~1.1k. Jacques Snicket / Bertrand Baudelaire. also features: Beatrice Baudelaire.

Jacques is standing on the train platform when Bertrand gets off the train. He's wearing a brown trench coat, and a newsboy cap of matching color, his head inclined downwards at an angle that passers-by can't quite see his face. His hands are tucked into the pockets of the trench coat.

Trench coats are fairly "in" this season, according to the Daily Punctilio, so Jacques rather blends in nicely without attracting much attention. On the other hand, Jacques has the talent of picking whichever outfit that's supposedly in at the current moment, and makes it look vintage on him when he's wearing it, as if it's always been a classic since the beginning of time. Some latest fashion will look like latest fashion, the edge of all trends, on certain people - the recently up-and-rising actress Esme is one, and Beatrice another - but Jacques makes anything look classic.

Or perhaps Jacques is just a classic, himself.

Well, that's Bertrand's opinion. Kit's opinion is "you're biased, B, because you're half-in-love with him".

The night is quite cool, and just a little foggy. Jacques is standing by one of the lampposts on the platform, one of the few spots that are more illuminated on this foggy night. The cigarette he's smoking might've dampened the effects of the warm light, though.

The train takes off again, heading to the next station. Bertrand walks a few steps towards the trench coat figure, and notices a smaller, far more petite figure just nearby.

Beatrice is quite miniature compared to Jacques's lankiness. She is wearing a big black hat on her head, on which an elaborate bat - not a real one - rests. She's wearing a tailor-made black dress and a dark red coat, both with a large number of pockets in which she can carry many things, ranging from her mini-dictionary she takes everywhere with her to assorted small weapons of various levels of destruction, including a box of darts and a bottle of poison that can be coated onto the darts. The hem of the dress is just right above her knee, which is the innest length of the season, and so are the pair of leather shoes she has on.

Beatrice Baudelaire, in contrast to Jacques Snicket who makes fashion looks vintage, makes fashion looks extra fashionable. The fashionable look is partly designed to distract people away from the danger she can pose, the incredible selection of weapons hidden underneath.

Kit's comment is that it "combines practicality with fashion, a very clever and neat design", and Bertrand's response is "sure, but since when do you care about fashion, K?"

But despite the incredibly fashionable in selection of Beatrice's and Jacques's outfits, Bertrand takes a look at those two and feels like he's in some kind of noir movie.

The fog probably plays some role, he thinks.

Jacques Snicket. Beatrice Baudelaire.

Detective and femme fatale. Except he's not her detective, and she isn't his femme fatale.

Passing by Beatrice on his way to Jacques, Bertrand discreetly slips a small packet into one of the pockets in Beatrice's dark red coat, but the two don't exchange a word. He continues towards Jacques, who finally raises his head and briefly nods at Bertrand, cool and succinct.

They leave the train station together.

Jacques and Bertrand, that is. Beatrice remains on the platform, waiting to take a train that will arrive in 10 minutes, where she'll board with the small packet Bertrand just slipped her, and continue to carry it towards the next destination.

The intricate methods of communications and delivery of VFD.

Jacques leads the way out of the station, Bertrand following, and they arrive at a nearby alley with an old taxi parked. It looks even more weary and worn than the last time Bertrand saw it. Jacques unlocks the taxi, and they climb aboard, but not before Bertrand puts his suitcase in the trunk first.

Jacques takes off the newsboy cap as he settles down on the driver's seat comfortably. Inside the taxi, he looks a little less like some noir detective image encapsulating loneliness of The City, and simply just the Jacques that Bertrand knows quite well.

The fashion column editor of the Daily Punctilio gives Bertrand a lopsided smile. "Hi, B," he says.

"J," Bertrand says, quite warmly, relaxing.

The taxi always has that kind of effect for him. He likes to think of it as an old friend, the way the Snickets are to him. Not quite a far-fetched comparison, considering the taxi's been in the family for quite a while. He's heard the story about how it dutifully carried Jacob Snicket and his bridge partner to an important tournament that they were almost late for, only arriving at the last minute.

"The only one that calls my father Jake," he remembers Jacques explaining at that time when he told the story, referring to the bridge partner.

Bertrand leans in now, closer to the driver's seat, and kisses Jacques. Quiet. Slow. Savoring and tasting and feeling and melting into it. Jacques kisses him back, equally slow.

The inside of the taxi is slightly warmer than outside, but not by much. The air more still, feeling more so now as things seem to slow down around them. Not that the world seems to be moving too fast on a night like this.

They break apart. Jacques turns the ignition key, and radio comes up in the background, and orchestral sounds fill the inside of the taxi.

Jacques Snicket is a man of classics, Bertrand thinks.

"Nice trench coat, by the way," Bertrand says.

Jacques smiles, just a little. "I thought so as well. It was my father's."

Bertrand raises an eyebrow. "Mr. Jacob's? It looks quite well-preserved."

"Yeah. I don't think he wore it much." Jacques says. "From the looks of it."

Bertrand suspects this is more just a deduction on Jacques's part - something Jacques's quite good at. Also because the Snickets don't really know that much details about the daily lives of their parents.

"Mmm. I heard that trench coat's back in again," Bertrand says.

"Thought it's about time," Jacques shrugs. "I've been wanting to wear this in public for a while." He puts his hands on the wheel, "So, to the hotel?"

"I was rather hoping to crash at your apartment tonight, actually," Bertrand says.

Jacques looks at him.

And then he smiles. "Of course."

He steps on the accelerator, and off they go.

[featheryfoxes]

So um I am rewatching A Series of Unfortunate Events and omg Lemony/Beatrice/Bertarnd has my whole heart and well I love making OCS and tragic stories even more of a painful time.

I'm play loose with Netflix, Movie and Book cannon for my time.

So I made a fourth Baudelaire child. Though the parents don't know she's alive because *gestures at VFD shenanigans* she's mostly referred to as Finch. I haven't gotten her actual name yet.

She two years older than Violet and is biologically Lemony and Beatrice's daughter similar to Violet. So um have so dress up game pics of my idea for her

[agaypanic]

Hey could I request a klaus x reader where the reader is around his age and works for VFD (as a singer for her cover but is actually someone who charms people for information yk) but is like super lonely because all their attention isnt really/longterm but klaus and the reader fall in love anyway ( also if you could add him confessing at like a masquerade ball but the reader almost gets killed by count olaf kinda like the lemony and Beatrice flashback ) sorry for the long and specific request

The Siren and The Bookworm (Klaus Baudelaire X Reader)

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Summary: As a siren, all the attention you received was fake or short lived. But your new partner proves to be an outlier.

A/N: Klaus and reader have been working for the VFD for a few years, so they’re in their early twenties. Count Olaf didn’t die at the end of the series. Klaus confesses after the ball instead of during it. Also based off of the ball scene from Cruella. One more also, this is my last ASOUE fic!!! So I hope you enjoy

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It felt simple, almost fun working for the VFD. Given your unique ability, you did much of your work and investigation at parties. You were a singer, but you had a certain charisma that made you able to get anyone to tell you anything. You loved it; the attention, the trust. 

But it never lasted. It was always temporary. When you were done getting the information you needed, you’d move on, and the person you had talked to would forget all about you and your conversations. But at least you always had the stage to return to, your one constant.

Although it felt easy, VFD work was sometimes dangerous. So, after a few minor incidents of being followed or getting found out, the VFD assigned you a partner to accompany you on missions and such. His name was Klaus Baudelaire, the son of the late VFD alumni Bertrand and Beatrice Baudelaire. A lot of the time, when you were undercover, he acted as your bodyguard. This amused you because he was better at reading about defensive strategy than practicing it. But it was still nice to have his company. 

You were first assigned to each other a few months ago. It was strange to form an actual relationship with someone. But after some time, you two became best friends despite your differences. The characters you portrayed accurately depicted your true selves in a way. You were known as The Siren, where being charming and open was just as important as your voice when you were put in front of the microphone. And when Klaus joined the VFD, he was lovingly nicknamed The Bookworm, for his mind was like an endless library that constantly desired to be filled.

You knew you shouldn’t get close. Eventually, he’d be like everyone else, a distant memory. But knowing that didn’t stop you from falling.

You were getting ready in your hotel room when Klaus came in. He was practically itching to leave, because this mission was especially important to him. The VFD had heard whispers of someone who was finally seen after years of hiding. And after years of attempts, he was seen in the limelight. Klaus knew this man all too well, and because of his stories, it felt like you knew him just as personally.

Count Olaf was now known as a talented and famous theater actor, instead of a murderer, kidnapper, and child endangerer. You don’t know how he did it. From Klaus’ stories, Count Olaf seemed to completely lack any sort of talent beyond fooling foolish adults with disguises. You and Klaus couldn’t understand why people were so favorable to him now, but you guessed that it had something to do with the fame and people having their opinion of someone so easily swayed.

The VFD wanted Count Olaf put away once and for all, which was why you were getting ready to go to a press event in his honor and why Klaus was practically about to push you out of your chair and into the car.

“Y/n, please hurry. The car’s here.” You couldn’t blame Klaus for his excitement. He had been wanting revenge on Count Olaf since he was first placed in his care. And although Klaus wasn’t a violent person, he was itching for justice to be served in any sense possible.

“I’m almost done, Klaus, I promise.” You sighed, applying a final touch of lipstick before standing from your chair. As you moved, you felt your dress was looser than it should’ve been and realized it wasn’t zipped. “Klaus, can you zip me up?”

“Uh, yeah.” If you were paying closer attention, you would’ve seen that he had a harsh blush on his cheeks and was about to choke on his spit when he answered you. But you were too focused on the tasks ahead of you. He zipped your dress up, being gentle in a way like he was almost scared to touch you. But you didn’t comment on it. “Ready?” You turned to see an outstretched hand. You took it, and the two of you made your way down to the car provided by the VFD.

“You remember the plan?” You asked as the driver took you to your destination. You fiddled with the ring on your pinky as you thought about it. This was probably the most risky mission you had participated in in all your years working for the VFD.

“Yes.” Of course, Klaus remembered the plan; he remembered everything. “And you’ll be okay.” He grabbed your hand and squeezed it tightly to emphasize what he had said. It wasn’t a question; it was a statement. A fact. Even though what’s supposed to happen hasn’t happened yet, Klaus believed that everything would work out perfectly. Despite the series of unfortunate events that he had to endure in his child, he was such an optimist at times. 

“I’ll be okay.” You repeated after him. If you said it enough times, it was sure to be true.

Count Olaf resided in a mansion on a cliff. The drive to the estate was long, and the view was incredible from any part of the property you stood on. Clearly, he was doing well for himself.

When the driver stopped in front of the mansion, littered with guests coming in and hanging around the entrance, Klaus stepped out first before reaching for your hand to help you out of the car. Immediately there were murmurs and gasps as the lights touched your face. It was funny how your undercover persona was more known than the person you actually were. It seemed very counterintuitive. Count Olaf’s doorman greeted you and Klaus when you reached the doors.

“Ms. Hent, it’s such an honor. The Count will be most pleased by your arrival.” He smiled at you and then glanced at your partner. “And this is?”

“This is my bodyguard, and plus one. I don’t go anywhere without him.” You grinned, signaling for Klaus to introduce himself.

“Hembro Kotow, how do you do?” It was Klaus’ idea to use anagrams to form your identities. And it was your idea to use your nicknames for each other to turn into anagrams because if someone could unscramble your fake names, they still wouldn’t know your real ones. So you, The Siren, were also Ires Hent. And Klaus the Bookworm was Hembro Kotow. Klaus felt somewhat ashamed about the idea because he had gotten it from Count Olaf and his antics from when he’d chase him and his siblings around for their fortune. He hated that he had learned something actually useful from the crazed lunatic.

Before you knew it, you were on the stage in the main room, because of course Count Olaf would have a stage in his house. As you sang, you scanned the crowd to find your host. Everyone was masked because Count Olaf seemed to love secret identities. You and Klaus didn’t participate in the masquerade part of the ball, because the vital part of your undercover work was to be seen.

After a few songs, you found him chatting it up with a guest by the doors that lead to the back courtyard. As you sang the final note, the crowd turned their attention to you and started to applaud, Count Olaf being one of them. He smirked, and although you were disgusted, this was part of the plan. You nodded to Klaus, and he accompanied you on your journey through the sea of people.

“I’ll give you five minutes with him before I send everyone out,” Klaus whispered, hand pressed to the small of your back to guide you. “And I’m being very gracious by giving you that much time.”

“Five minutes is all I need.” You whispered back. “And stop worrying; I’ll be okay.”

“You’ll be okay.” He repeated softly.

“Count Olaf, it’s such a pleasure to finally meet you.” You gave a sweet smile to the man when you finally reached him. He immediately brushed off whoever he previously talked to and focused on you. He grabbed your hand, and you pretended to be delighted when he kissed the back of it.

“Believe me, Ires Hent, the pleasure is all mine.”

“This is such a beautiful home. Absolutely magnificent.” 

“Perhaps you’d like to see more of it?”

“I’d love to.” You linked your arm with his and gave Klaus a nod that said, ‘I’ll be right back, don’t follow me,’ and although this was all part of the plan, he wished he didn’t have to leave you alone with Count Olaf. “Could we see the ocean first?”

“Of course.” Count Olaf led you out of the mansion, and the two of you walked through the courtyard to get to the edge of the cliff that was fenced off by cobblestone structures. “Who was that man you’re with? He seemed familiar.”

You tried not to panic. After all, Count Olaf hadn’t seen Klaus in years, and he had grown up and matured a lot since their last meeting. Or at least you hoped. 

“Oh, just my bodyguard, Hembro. He came from Canada a few months ago.”

“So why isn’t he here now, guarding you?”

“I don’t necessarily think you’re someone I should be guarded from.” There was a flirtatious tone in your voice, even though you wished nothing more than to be away from this man. Count Olaf smirked, and soon, you two were looking out at the sea. “This view is absolutely marvelous.”

“It really is.” Count Olaf sighed, glancing at you. You caught it and had to play along. 

“Very handsome.” You said, turning to lean against the fencing while facing him. You played with the lapel of his suit jacket, wishing it was someone else’s. It was bad enough that he was so much older than you, but the fact that you knew of all the things he had done, especially towards someone you care so deeply about? It made you sick to your stomach. You hated having to act so pleasantly toward a monster. But it would all be over soon. He gripped your hips to pull you closer. “You wanna know a secret?”

“Oh, how I love secrets.” You leaned forward to put your mouth to his ear. In the distance, you saw Klaus talking to different groups of people inside, gesturing to the courtyard. Slowly but surely, they started gathering outside.

“Well, this is a good one.” You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for the inevitable. “The VFD found you, and they’re ready to put you away for everything that everyone else had forgotten about.”

“What?” He hissed, squeezing you tighter. You tried not to grimace from the slight pain. You had to stay strong and confident. “Who the hell are you, and what do you know about the VFD?” You decided to not answer that question.

“I guess it was a mistake to chase the spotlight, Count Olaf. Now the only light you’ll be seeing is from a jail cell.” He turned you around quickly, pushing your body against the stone barrier. 

“I don’t think so, Darling.” He said with a sick grin. You gulped. “I think it’s time for you to see what you wanted to see.”

“Which is?” You asked, trying to wiggle your way out of his grip.

“The ocean.” His grip was soon off your body, and you were free-falling off the side of the cliff. The last thing you heard was gasps of horror before your plummet took you too far down to see or hear anything else.

Count Olaf turned around, shocked for once that he had an audience. His guests looked at their host in horror, murmuring about how they just watched the Count push the famous Siren off his cliff.

“What?” He glanced back, realizing what they had seen. “She jumped. Everyone, I know how distressing this must seem. But Ms. Hent was deranged, threatening to take me with her.” He was putting on the performance of a lifetime, but it wasn’t to convince the audience this time. “She jumped.”

But they didn’t believe him. Soon, the police (who were secretly VFD agents) came and arrested Count Olaf for the murder of Ires Hent. He screamed as he was being dragged off, talking about how it wasn’t what it looked like and how he was innocent.

Klaus sighed as he walked to the car that had returned to pick him up. He prayed you were okay, even though he knew you were. After all, this was all part of the plan.

Knowing the layout of Count Olaf’s party and his murderous tendencies, the VFD had fashioned you a gown that was both expensive looking and practical for getting thrown at sea to your death in. The skirt’s volume hid the fact that it could also be used as a parachute. You were able to guide yourself into the water, close enough to the shore that you wouldn’t risk getting pulled back into the sea. You insisted to the VFD (more Klaus than anyone else) that you could make your way back to the hotel on your own, and to not send a car for you to avoid the risk of drawing attention. Using VFD tunnels beneath the city, you secretly made it to the hotel. When you opened the door to your room, you were squeezed and lifted in the air.

“Oh, thank God.” Klaus sighed, keeping you close to him as he rested his head against yours. “I knew you’d be okay, but then the minutes kept passing, and I kept thinking the worst.”

“I’m okay.” You combed your fingers through his hair which seemed to help calm him. You pulled him away from nuzzling further into you to press your forehead to his. “We’re both okay.”

“We’re okay.” He repeated, still refusing to let you go. He needed the comfort of knowing you were still alive, and you’d be a fool to deny both him and yourself that. He put a hand on the side of your face, stroking your cheekbone with his thumb. He pulled away just enough to look at you. It was like he wanted to say something, ask you something. But he didn’t know how.

Even though he was the Bookworm, you knew how to read him. “Please.” The simple word drove him forward, pressing his lips to yours and pulling you as close to his body as physically possible. The kiss had so many unsaid words: ‘Thank God you didn’t die,’ ‘I’ve been in love with you for quite some time,’ ‘Never do something so crazy and risky like that again because I can’t lose you.’ Yet none of the words had to be said. Deep down, you had both known for a while. It just needed almost dying to confirm it all.

[eviltransswag]

Evil Trans Swag Competitor List

I'm not posting a bracket because I'm still making it and it's by hand, but here are the characters who are going to be in the tournament! The match-ups will be randomly generated and there are 64 characters. The polls will last a week. Alright enough of that here is the list (in alphabetical order bc yeah)

Thanks everyone for submissions and the voter fraud!!

Akaza (Demon Slayer)

Akechi Goro (Persona 5)

Alexis Meade (Ugly Betty)

Artemis Fowl (Artemis Fowl series)

Ashiok (Magic the Gathering)

Beatrice (Umineko: When They Cry)

Bloodraven (Tales of Dunk and Egg)

Buggy the Clown (One Piece)

Cesar (Big Top Burger)

Sir Crocodile (One Piece)

Dio Brando (Jojo's Bizarre Adventure)

Dr. Frank-N-Furter (Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Dr. Starline (IDW Sonic)

Dracule Mihawk (One Piece)

Edward Nygma/The Riddler (DC Comics)

Elendira (Trigun)

Envy (Full Metal Alchemist)

Ghirahim (The Legend of Zelda: Skyward Sword)

Giselle Gewelle (Bleach)

Goblin King Jareth (Labyrinth)

Golden-Winged Peng (LEGO Monkie Kid)

Grelle Sutcliff (Black Butler)

Grima (Fire Emblem)

Heinz Doofenshmirtz (Phineas and Ferb)

Henry Cooldown (No More Heroes)

HIM (Powerpuff Girls)

Hubert von Vestra (Fire Emblem: Three Houses)

Ienaga Kano (Golden Kamuy)

Infinite the Jackal (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

James (Pokemon)

Jessie (Pokemon)

Jester Karture (Fate/Strange Fake)

John Hart (Torchwood)

Joseph Bertrand III (inFAMOUS 2)

Lestat de Lioncourt (The Vampire Chronicles)

Liquid Snake/Eli (Metal Gear Solid)

Loam Arnault (Entropic Float)

Merasmus (Team Fortress 2)

Metal Sonic (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

Millions Knives (Trigun)

Moot Tarbella (Epithet Erased)

Mordred Pendragon (The Mechanisms - High Noon Over Camelot)

Mutsuki Tooru (Tokyo Ghoul)

Neferpitou (Hunter x Hunter)

Orochimaru (Naruto)

Pigma Dengar (Star Fox)

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid series)

Scaramouche/Wanderer (Genshin Impact)

Scourge the Hedgehog (Sonic the Hedgehog series)

SCP-004-J/Stanley Nichols (SCP Foundation)

Sephiroth (Final Fantasy VII)

Serafine Savoy (Lackadaisy)

Shamura (Cult of the Lamb)

Shiromori (Mystery Skulls Animated)

Silver (Pokemon)

Suzuki Emiri (High-Rise Invasion)

Sweet Tooth (Moshi Monsters)

The Leading Light (HLVRV)

Turkey (Dorohedoro)

Tyki Mikk (D. Gray Man)

Uncle Wiley (Hatchetfield)

Vaati (The Legend of Zelda series)

Vegas Theerapanyakul (Kinnporsche: The Series)

Yoshiya "Joshua" Kiryu (The World Ends With You)

[just-an-enby-lemon]

Just got into the poll making vibe today

[the-nonsense-is-mine]

He looks down into his own slowly-melting root beer float. He’s painfully aware of what this is - the corner table in the hotel lobby, the drinks from the diner down the street, the earrings Beatrice is wearing and the jazz music in her car - it’s a perfect imitation of her dates with Lemony. Beatrice knows it. Bertrand knows it. He had been thinking about it a lot, in the days since Beatrice had approached him. 

He had thought about it when she suggested the plan, when he had gotten dressed that morning, when he had sat down in her passenger seat and politely ignored her red eyes. He had specifically avoided the proper clothes Lemony preferred, settling instead on a short-sleeved shirt and lighter colors, but the socks he’s wearing are an old birthday gift from Lemony. Beatrice’s earrings are too, and it’s both odd and comforting to imagine Lemony haunting this date, sitting between them with his own root beer float in hand. 

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A dynamic that is rapidly taking up space in my head

[svttingz]

thunderstorms and books

Pairing: Klaus Baudelaire x reader

summary: you're scared of thunderstorms so Klaus reads to you

warnings: none pure fluff and very very short story

no authors note :)

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a flash of lightning made you squirm a bit closer to your boyfriend. he wrapped a protective arm around you and said

“you okay?” you nodded against his shoulders

“yeah im fine” you say. ever since you were a little one, you have been terrified of thunderstorms. and since you and the Baudelaire's got stuck on this island, you found that fear growing, which caused you to loose sleep.

“are you sure?” Klaus asked, you nodded again and cuddled into his embrace as you tried to fall asleep. your muscles were tense and your breath was choppy which as you can tell that aint very relaxing. 

“its the storm isnt it?” you looked up at your boyfriend’s worried look.

“no..” another lightning flash made you flinch

“aw, shh its okay” Klaus cooed as he kissed your head.”im here to protect you”  you nodded against his chest. “i promise” he tipped your head up gently and gave you a chaste kiss.

“Im sorry, Klaus. you can go to sleep i will be fine” you say

“dont apologize Y/N, im not going to sleep until you go to sleep” Klaus says while sitting up from the couch bringing you with him

“why dont i read to you?” he asks

“that would be lovely, i would like that a lot” you say as a smile began to grow on your face

Klaus smiled back as he grabbed “the incomplete history” (in the books the book is called a series of unfortunate events soooo im just referring to it as the incomplete history cause thats what it is in the series-)

he wrapped his arm around you as you snuggled closer into him as he began to read from the beginning

“page one,” Klaus began

“we are embarking on a new voyage, and Bertrand insisted we document it in this book we know no book can contain every story in the world, even if the book is long and the world grows smaller everyday. but perhaps many years from now, another set of voyagers will discover this book, and read about the people who came before them, the stories they left behind and this entire series of unfortunate events.” 

as Klaus read each of the words, i felt my eyelids begin to grow heavier as he brought me closer to him as he read and soon enough i would fall asleep without any worries.

that is until Beatrice woke up.

-

[ninaazarova]

Today the sea wall will flood, and we’ve reached our decision. We will leave the island in a boat Bertrand has built and named after me, to rejoin the world in time for our first child to be born. We came here to raise children someplace safe, but we now realize we cannot shelter them forever. If it is a girl, we will name her Violet. And if it is a boy... Lemony.

[visual-findings-disclosure]

Beatrice Baudelaire by the Lake Lachrymose, taken Bertrand Baudelaire during a visit at Josephine Anwhistle’s house

[taken between Violet’s and Klaus’ birth; photography taken by Bertrand Baudelaire; Violet was in a special daycare during that day]

[olivia-calidamn]

Beatrice and Bertrand dressing up as Morticia and Gomez one Halloween