#black girls frolic

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Damn my Grass is hella Green rn. I wouldn’t dare look elsewhere 🧘🏾‍♀️🍃

[thegloriousolivethomas]

1916, Campbell Studio: Olive Thomas photographed with singer Lawrence Haynes by for Ziegfeld's Midnight Frolic.

[thelovelyruin]

𝖘𝖎𝖗𝖊𝖓.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you weren’t a car girl, but that changed when you met the driver.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.2K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from siren by alicia drayton.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! one of my favorite songs; hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Full moon sitting in the darkest night.

“So, sounds fun, right?”

“Huh? Yeah, sure.”

You kinda just agreed to whatever Mai said, busy doing your makeup and humming to the music playing from your speaker. But it wasn’t until a few hours later that you realized what you’d agreed to. You both were sitting outside now, waiting for Yuuji to pick you up, but he was ten minutes late. When he did pull up, he parked fast, seeing Mai’s already irritated expression. Hesitantly, he walked over to where you both stood. 

“Heyyyyy…”

Mai pushed past him, brushing off his attempt at a hug.

“Save it, bitch.”

Yuuji ran before her, opening the door, which she thanked him for in the form of a sneer. He looked at you next, hoping for a more positive reaction as he guided you to the backseat.

“Are you mad at me too?”

“If I were, it would be in good reason. You’re late.”

He closed the door behind you and scrambled to the driver’s seat, promptly turning on the car and attempting to show he was in a rush.

“Look, I’m sorry, I ended up-”

“Just drive, Yuuji!”

Mai wasn’t giving him a break; not like he deserved one. He huffed and put the car in drive, taking off. You guys were going to a car meet; Yuuji was excited to show off the car he’d just finished modding, a WRX or something like that. To be honest, you didn’t know too much about cars, except what Yuuji would tell you, but that would involve you paying attention. Nonetheless, you wanted to be a supportive friend, so here you were.

Feel a breeze, smoking trees, cloudy in the ride.

Yuuji pulled up to a lot full of cars, parking in an empty spot towards the middle of the row. You noticed some cars in an intersection next to the lot, driving in circles as people hung out the windows. You weren’t gonna lie; it looked a little fun, dangerous, but fun. Yuuji got out, opening each of your doors.

“So, I’ll probably stay here if anyone asks questions about my ride, but feel free to check things out!”

“You brought us here so we could frolic around? Yuuji, you’ve gotta be shittin’ me right now.”

“Now, don’t say it like that. It makes me sound like an asshole.”

The both of you looked at him with a deadpan expression, but then he gave those puppy dog eyes, causing Mai to rub down her face.

“Fine, but you owe us big time. Let’s go see what they're doing in the circle over there.”

With that, you and Mai walked off. Yuuji told you to stay safe, but Mai’s reply was a middle finger. The air was smoky and smelled like burnt rubber, but you guys still pushed through the crowd to see the action. Cars were drifting in a circle now, another car coming in the rotation, probably the most dangerous thing you’ve ever seen.

Two of the cars drifting had pulled off to the side, and from what you could tell, the drivers were arguing. A couple of guys tried to break it up, but one flipped the other guy off as they both hopped in the driver's seat.

Narrow roads, so many caution signs.

“Shit, they’re about to race!”

You hadn’t even heard Yuuji walk up behind you guys, Mai looking back at him with a smirk.

“So, why aren’t you with your “ride”? No takers?”

Yuuji huffed, making her laugh triumphantly. The circle began to shift, noticing a gap opening as the two cars revved, one all white and the other blue with a black stripe across the side. You found the white one more tasteful, pointing at it and looking back at Yuuji.

“Oh, that one? An Audi S5. Other one’s a Scat.”

You nodded like you knew what he meant and looked back as some shirtless guy got between the cars, throwing it down. Instantly, both cars take off, the white one gapping the blue one by a long shot.

“I don’t know why he even bothered. The launch on the S5 is insane.”

As the cars finished, people began cheering; even Mai was clapping and nodding. They drove back to the lot where the cars were lined up. The Scat driver handed the S5 driver a wad of cash, returned to his car, and drove off.

“Damn, sore loser. Anyway, I wanna meet the guy who drove the S5. Y’all sit tight, okay?”

Before Mai could even curse him out, Yuuji had run off. You two scoffed and sat on the hood of his car.

“So, you upgraded the intercooler? I did the same to mine, it’s a W-”

“Welcome back, fucker. You brought a friend?”

Yuuji had returned to the car with a guy, and damn he was hot. You were too busy staring at his abs pressed against that black tee he was wearing or the outline of something that surely wasn’t his wallet in his sweats to stop Mai from chewing Yuuji out.

“This is Choso; he’s driving the S5.”

Shotgun sippin’; rollin' with the tide.

Choso looked at you and licked his lips, sending something down to your-

“Nice to meet you, really nice to meet you.”

You were blushing like crazy. Was he flirting with you? You were too enthralled to notice Yuuji and Mai going back and forth in the background.

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“So, you guys stayin' around for shots? I’d hate to see you go so early.”

Oh, he was definitely flirting with you.

“Depends. Want me to stay?

“If that’s fine with you, princess.”

“What we drinkin’?”

“Your choice.”

“Hm, whatever your drinkin’.”

He looked up and down at you, smirking a bit.

“I’ve got something in mind.”

“Is that so?”

“UM HELLO!”

You both turned to look at Mai, who had a surprised look on her face as Yuuji stood there in shock. Choso cleared his throat and gave an awkward smile to Mai.

“That is if you want to stay too, Mai.”

“Well, depends. What do you wanna drink, other than my best friend?”

You choked on your spit as your body jolted at Mai’s question. Yuuji began to laugh uncontrollably, walking up to Choso and slapping him on the back.

“Don’t worry, I got tequila in the trunk.”

“Oh shit, what kind?”

“Terramana, of course.”

“My man. I gotta bottle, too; I’ll go grab it.”

With that, Choso and Yuuji split. Mai gave you that look.

“Didn’t know you liked car guys.”

“I do now.”

You both laughed as she wrapped her arm around you, bringing you in for a hug. Shortly, Choso and Yuuji were back.

“Let’s get lit, fuckers.”

Want you to love me like you do that S5.

You knew Yuuji and Choso had at least three shots, but right now, they both were going on about the mods they did on their cars. You had found yourselves back in the circle of people drifting.

“Looks fun, huh?”

“Yeah, a fun death trap.”

“Nonsense, people do it all the time.”

Choso looked over at Yuuji, both of them with the expression that they were up to something.

Oh my, Ima give you the ride of your life.

You found yourself in Choso’s passenger seat, staring at Mai in Yuuji’s across the circle. You can’t believe you got dragged into this; what the fuck were you-

Choso’s hand found its way to your thigh, rubbing the skin there as he looked at you with a smirk.

“Nervous? Don’t worry, princess. I got you.”

It took everything in you not to jump on him then and there. Those pet names were dangerous; every time he called you princess, it sent signals down below, practically screaming at you to relieve it. You hadn’t even realized his hand had moved to the gear shift, veins in his hand flexing as he revved the engine. Then, you were taking off.

You swear you just died. The whole time, you could hear the rubber screeching smoke lifting off the tires as Choso and Yuuji spun against each other. Halfway through, you saw Mai climb through the window; you did the same, and man, was it fun. Both of them parked and spilled out of the car, laughing and giving each other a high five, panting with adrenaline. You walked over to Mai, who looked like she was 10 seconds away from barfing.

“You good, girl?”

“I think I might’ve pissed myself.”

The boys walked back over, calmed down as the high wore off. Choso wrapped his arm around your waist, and boy, was that physically effective. Yuuji patted Mai’s back, giving him an annoyed look as she sat up straight. He smiled at her with open eyes, signaling something to her. She caught on fast because then she said:

“Yuuji’s gonna drive me home; Choso lives on the same side of town as you, so he’ll be takin’ you home. That okay?”

Oh, they were on some shit. But obviously, the two of you were, too.

“Yeah, that’s fine with me. Choso?”

“Sounds good, princess.”

I swear, I would die for you.

You waved bye to Mai as Yuuji helped her into the car, giving you a wink as Yuuji drove off. Choso guided you back to his car, opening the passenger door. Once you got in, you had a good look around, too nervous to check things out the first time you got in it. Damn, this was nice. He had red leather seats and ambient red lighting around the car. Shit, how much did this car cost? Choso got in the car and put his foot down on the pedal, starting the car as he adjusted the air conditioning.

“You cold?”

“Just a little.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll warm you up.”

Oh, you were warm, alright. It’s like every word he spoke had a sexual undertone because here you were, getting wet over a question about the AC. He reached over and turned on the heated seat for you, smirking as he pressed the button. He placed his hand back on your thigh, rubbing back and forth; all you could focus on was how close he was to touching your pussy. He looked at you with half-lidded eyes, causing you to squirm your legs. It hadn’t gone unnoticed him smiling as he bit his lip.

“Ready?”

Ready for what? At that point, you gave up the idea of celibacy for the night, like you had any intentions to not fuck him in the first place. Now, you knew this wasn’t a good idea. The both of you were tipsy, and it was probably reckless to have him drive. But then again, he had just drifted the car thirty minutes ago, so he’d be fine, right?

“Yeah, let’s go.”

You know I'd risk my life for you.

We fit so perfectly, in need of your affection.

The ride back to your house was pretty fast, considering Choso ran every red light and was going 20 over the speed limit. You had half a mind to hold the handlebars on the car's roof, but you weren't doing anything with Choso's hand rubbing you through your shorts. Your body began to react to it, closing your legs a bit, but it was all in vain when he brought your thigh towards him, opening your legs wider. 

“Don’t go runnin’ from me, princess. Promise, I don’t bite. Unless you want me to.”

You held everything in, taking the depths of your resolve to stop you from shamelessly asking him to fuck you in the car. He was definitely holding it in, too, a tent peeking out of those gray sweats, and fuck, you could tell, he had a big-

“We’re here, sweetheart.”

You sigh in relief as you realize you were in your apartment’s parking lot. He came around to open your door, those hungry eyes gazing at you as you climbed out of the seat. As soon as you were out of the car, Choso had you pinned against it, claiming your mouth as his as he grabbed your waist. Those eyes might have been hungry, but his mouth was greedy. He had moved onto your neck, sucking the skin there. Fuck, you were still outside, and you were sure he’d fuck you right here if you let him. You grabbed his hand and dragged him behind you to your apartment.

“Let’s go.”

I think I want more.

You couldn’t open that damn door fast enough. As soon as you turned around to lock it, Choso was behind you, kissing your neck and grabbing your ass as he ground it against his painfully hard dick. He flipped you towards him, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder.

“Which room?”

“Furthest back.”

Oh, yeah, I need more of your intensity.

Choso damn near threw you on the bed, taking his shirt off as fast as possible. You didn’t even get a chance to check out his abs; he was already on you, bringing your shirt up and sucking the skin on your chest as he pulled it over your head. You watched as he unbuckled your shorts, swiftly pulling them and your panties down. The only thing left was your bra, which was not of concern right now, considering he had pulled it down so your tits could spill out. He groaned as he brought his mouth down to your nipple, bringing his fingers up to pump in and out of your pussy. Now, he was usually a bit more gentle than this; take it real slow and careful. But you two had been edging each other all night, and he needed to taste you. Now.

Love when you speed; no need to speak. 

The first swipe of his tongue nearly had you crashing, having been teased for twenty minutes in the car. It wasn’t until he slipped his tongue in you that you had to pull your strength together to not cum so fast.

“Cum for me, princess. Stop holding back.”

God, his voice was too much. So much, you came on his face, just like he asked you to. He groaned as he slurped up your juices, face completely covered in your essence, but he honestly did not give a single fuck. He was a man in heaven. He grabbed both your thighs and pinned your body down, eating you out for a second round, craving how your body jerked when he made you cum. This time, you didn’t have the will to hold out. Still recovering from the first orgasm, the second wasn’t far behind. You groaned his name in defeat, knowing you were about to cum again.

“Choso…”

“Mhm, baby. Give it to me.”

In seconds, your body was moving out of your control again, gripping his hair and pinning his face to your pussy. As you came down, you ground your hips against his face, making him chuckle.

“Fuck, I need you, princess.”

I know you want more…

Choso couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. His dick was about to jump out his boxers; if he got any harder, it probably would’ve ripped through them. Positioning himself over top of you, he kissed you and brought his finger up to put your wetness on his shaft.

“Ready for me?”

You gave him a nod, gripping his shoulders as he slid inside you. Once he was all the way in, he brought his lips down to your neck, experimentally pulling his hips back and forth slowly, making sure you had adjusted to his size. Fortunately for him, teasing for hours and two orgasms later, you took him instantly. Damn, he was big. You moaned loudly at the feeling of him stretching you out, arching your back off the bed as he fucked you steadily. His face was inches away from yours, every couple of thrusts coming down to kiss you, throwing his head back to get his hair out of his face, damp with sweat from how good he was fucking you. And you were sure to let him know just how good he was giving it to you, moaning his name out like a damn siren, pulling him into your pussy as he picked up the pace.

…Ima give you more.

Fast, deep, slow, he didn’t care. He was gonna give it to you however you needed wanted it. He didn’t expect you to want to ride him, though, climbing over him and sinking down on his dick; boy wasn’t that a sight to see. He was losing his mind; you fucked him at a fast pace, tits jumping every time you brought your pussy back down to his hips. Fuck, you were perfect. You were doing magic on him, had to be; he swears he’s never had pussy this good. At this point, he needed to see you crumble again, so he took some initiative and grabbed your hips, fucking his dick into you rapidly.

“Choso, oh my god!”

“You like that princess?”

You were too fucked out to answer. Every thrust made you dizzy, putting your hands on his chest to steady yourself. Then there was that goddamn look on his face. His eyes were on you like a wild animal, groaning as you slid up and down his shaft. You wanted to see how much of a reaction you could get out of him, rolling your hips as his eyes rolled back. He was gonna cum soon, but he needed you to cum first.

Want you to love me like you do that S5, oh my.

He’s back on top, bringing your thighs up to his chest, getting as deep as possible. You were a blabbering mess at this point, and all he could do was smile as you tried to grab at the sheets, pussy about to give in at any second. With a quick dive, his lips came up to yours, his thumb reaching up to rub your clit. Every moan you gave went into his mouth, tongue exploring it as you came undone on his dick. And it felt fucking amazing. Your pussy clenched down on him, driving him crazy, your body squirming as you came hard from your third orgasm of the night.

Are you ready for the ride of your life?

He was done for. The feeling of your pussy tightening on him was too much, your moans of his name sounding like music to his ears. He didn’t even care anymore. Shamelessly, he moaned your name and whimpered into your neck as he came. God, it was like a fucking firecracker, his body feeling things it hadn't felt before. He had only fucked you this once, but fuck, he was addicted. He fell to your side, panting for a bit before getting up.

“Where’s your bathroom?”

I swear I would die for you.

He returned with a wet washcloth, cleaning the cum from your pussy and stomach, chuckling when you whimpered from the overstimulation of him cleaning around your clit. When he was done, he came and laid beside you, bringing you into his arms. You felt his head rest on yours, kissing your forehead lightly. Then, you realized that he would have to drive-

“Can I stay the night?”

“Hm, maybe. What do I get in return?”

“If you’re good, another round when we wake up.”

“I guess that’s better than you driving home drunk.”

“You mean “us.” I’m sleeping with you either way.”

You know I'd risk my life for you.

♱ the song used in this story is siren by alicia drayton.🖤 

(edit: i now know about cars😭)

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Can we get some general headcanons for 001 or Peter??

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ⸺ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧

˚ ✩ 🦕 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🧀

( 📁 ) . . .  𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲’𝘀 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮 𝘄𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!

( 📁 ) . . .  𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗺𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯

𝟬𝟬𝟭’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .

𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚌, & 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚙𝚎𝚛

this must be a dream, right?

through the blue haze of the security system, there you sit with the children in the laboratory, just as effervescent as you were when henry first met you

he places his hands against the screen as if by some miracle he could reach into the static and touch you, as he has yearned so long for

is this some sick joke?

his shocked gasps morph into hushed sobs, of either relief, fury, or bliss, he can’t tell

his mind must be playing tricks on him, henry concludes, after so many desolate years of his life, the cruel universe wouldn’t dare bless him with such a gift… right?

but, no… it’s real

you, the only thing on earth he could ever call his home, are alive

all of the memories — once so faded and distant that he mistook them for dreams — were real

a smile forms upon his lips, the first glimmer of happiness he has felt in years since your departure

he remembers the faint echo of ella fitzgerald and frank sinatra from the kitchen as you and he would frolic on the playground till dusk

picking at the callouses on his palms, your sugar-sweet smile beneath the summer sunlight, forming kinships with the infestation of black widows in the attic

oh, what this poor, sad man would give to relish in the brilliance of being at your side, even just once more

henry has always been alone, but you… you also were alone; you were different, just like him

through everything and everyone, you were the only one who understood; you were the only one who saw him for him

but all it took for the heartless world to take his kindred spirit away was the cruelty his family treated you with

the young boy was sent into a murderous rage after his mother scolded you for walking in her house with muddy boots, when his father made him come inside for dinner whilst you and henry were on the swings, and when his sister yanked your hair for touching her toys

he was merely a child and assumed he was doing right by you as his father was blamed for his sons actions

it was right to make the two girls ascend into the air before him, bones crunching like twigs and eyes pulling themselves back into their sockets

however, he is quick to realize how his fruitless attempt to have eternity with you was futile after he wakes in a room full of white with ‘001’ inked on his wrist

and as the years went by, he still looks into every nook and cranny within the laboratory, with some desperate hope that you’ll be there to congratulate him on his record win

hide and seek always was your favorite game, after all

he’s drawn portraits to spark familiarity in anyone who has the pleasure of meeting you; he’s written letters papa promised to mail to you, his wild heart betraying him of any sleep while he waits anxiously for your reply

the only form of communication henry has ever expressed with anyone is questions of your whereabouts, where he is met with a monotone “soon…” much to his dismay

years feel like minutes as they run right by him, still, you’re not here

however, well into his teenage years, there’s a flicker of hope

papa expresses how he has received information about your whereabouts and wellbeing

henry’s eyes beam with exhilaration as he anticipates for you both to reunite after so long, but the pitiful look in papa’s eyes robs him of that pleasure

“unfortunately, y/f/n y/l/n passed away just a few nights ago. i’m terribly sorry for your loss, one, but this mustn’t affect the progress of our lessons-“

that faux-sympathetic tone of his faded into white noise, a sharp wail reverberating within the grim cell

the anguished screams of henry could be heard all throughout hawkins laboratory, and after the guards shove a syringe into his neck and put the poor boy to sleep, he was never the same again

he wasn’t there — he’s just a walking carcass who is waiting seconds, minutes, hours, days, months, years for this pain to end

the world is now dead, desolate; everything exists in a permanent hue of greyscale

and there is nothing he could do about it

but, now he is in adulthood with still an empty heart but a wiser head and as he stares upon your features through the cctv, his blood runs cold

it was all a lie

and the rush of fury that raced through him was terrifying

henry grasps hold of the glass shards left on the ground after he had taken his anger out on the one-way mirror, then carves out the soteria that had been keeping him compliant

and this roar of enragement that had been awakened within him was taken out on any being in sight and soon, the bodies of all those innocent and sinful now lay wrangled

there is no flicker of guilt within henry, only the pure anger and anticipation to be with you, once again

just get through this hurricane, then you’ll find the sun

he is a monster, the way he saunters through hawkin's laboratory, drenched head-to-toe in blood, but he is unabashedly desperate with his face beat red and drenched in sweat

there is not a single soul left alive and now, there is only one thing to do that henry has been itching to do for years… 

find you…

after the death of your childhood bff, you went into a fit of depression that lasted years

the prying detectives, the nosy paranormal investigators, the intrusive media who chanted about how the devil had sunk his claws into the small town of hawkins

you knew that the hearsay of satan’s arrival was all some phony attempt to gain publicity and to strike fear into citizens

furthermore, from the day the tragedy took place, you knew deep in your heart that victor, the sweet man you had viewed as a close relative, wasn’t capable of such heinous actions

you’ve spent nights tossing and turning trying to solve the puzzle of the creel murders, but none of your efforts were ever brought to fruition

day by day, life became brighter for you and you learned to move on from the teaumatic period without having an answer to what exactly happened that night

you even bought the victorian beauty of the creel house for yourself, and fortunately for you, the demonic possession of satan and three murders made the estate dirt cheap

with extra love and care, you turned the once tragic and grimy residence into your humble abode

a lush attempt to turn the most agonizing fraction of your life into something good, something alive

and here you are now, living your best life with your pet tarantula and a master's degree in child counseling, all with a happy heart and a healed mind

but unfortunately, just when you thought you kept your life clear of any creel-related recollections, a certain boy you were well acquainted with long ago didn’t stray far

beneath the late night moon, henry watches you prepare dinner for yourself through the stained window of the kitchen

he stares, his eyes blown wide with a concoction of solace and irrepressible excitement glistening within

then, with a swift click of his head, the front door opens with a shrill whine as music escapes the walls of your home and into the twilight air

you sing along to the tune, and his heart dances to the sound

henry admires the decorations adorned everywhere and how you made his childhood home so very you

he strides at a measured pace into the kitchen, and once you enter his train of vision, he feels his heart collapse in his chest

although it truly does feel like it is, finally, this is not a dream

there you are, the only good thing this disgusting, vile world had to offer standing right before him

you’re oblivious to the uninvited guest lurking behind you as you continue to hum and dance 

the radio begins to grumble, the once angelic tune of blue moon morphs into a deafening screech, then returns to the harmonious sounds of dean martin

you turn to look at the sudden alter in melody on the radio, only to lock eyes with a figure coated with blood, who stood beneath the threshold of the kitchen

the plate in your hand falls to the ground and shatters while you stare at the intruder in utter bewilderment

“y-you’re alive,” henry whispers in disbelief, “you’re actually here…”

“who-who are you? what do you want!?” you shriek, and though it went unnoticed by you, his eyes glistened with sorrow

you don’t remember him

before you could ponder over what this stranger meant by his words, you made a dash to the door in a frantic hysteria, only to watch as it slams shut before your very eyes

you don’t even have a flicker of a second to process how the door magically shut by itself when you feel your feet begin to ascend from the floor

you’re paralyzed from head to feet, floating in the air

a sharp cry escapes your throat as your body is thrust backward, to where you land firmly in the embrace of the trespasser

his arms are locked tight around your form and he buries his face into your neck, deeply inhaling your musk and exhaling with a quiet, shaky moan

he was so close to you, so overwhelmingly, suffocatingly close to you

goosebumps bloom across your body from utter disgust as you attempt to wrangle your way out of the stranger's grip, but it has been so, so long, and this man wasn’t going to let you slip away ever again

there is no inch of your skin left untouched, his lips grazing against your neck as he whispers softly to you as one would to a child

“it’s been far too long since we’ve last spoken, y/n/n…” his breath is hot against your neck, “but i’m here now, and i’ll save you…”

a tear falls as the revelation settles, “oh my god… henry…”

he let’s out a hum of laughter and a heartfelt smile is quick to form against his lips as he sways you back and forth to the melodies still resonating from the radio

although you never thought you’d ever say it, you wish that the sweet boy you adored from a young age had died alongside his family

but that wasn’t what fate had in store for you

and now you’re stuck with cold dinner and a lovesick demon who can’t keep his paws off of you.

[amageish]

So, Felicia Hardy mentions having a girlfriend in Marvel's Spider-Man 2 and this has resulted in a lot of discussion... I wanna talk about it!

One thing I find really interesting about the conversation is that so many articles discussing it credit Felicia's bisexuality to this moment from 2021, where she and Odessa Drake have an on-panel kiss followed by an off-panel one-night-stand.

While this is pretty friggin' gay and good for them, I feel like reducing the story to "Black Cat kissed a girl in 2021 and that's why she has a girlfriend in the video game" is missing a lot of the larger context... so let's discuss some of the history of Felicia Hardy, AKA the chaotic crime bisexual Black Cat.

Felicia Hardy debuted in 1979. Tamara Blake, her "oldest friend" and female lover, first appeared in 1984, only 5 years later, debuting in the Peter Parker, The Spectacular Spider-Man Annual "Cat and Mouse."

Dropping by for a night of "harmless frolic," Tamara robs Felicia, aiming to play a game of cat-and-mouse with her friend. While their relationship is not explicitly romantic in this story, Tamara is portrayed as very close to her ex-partner-in-crime and very familiar with her relationship habits. She is surprised by the reveal that Black Cat is trying to settle down with Spider-Man - and to be skeptical about if Felicia will be able to tie herself down to one man... almost as if she knows Felicia has a pattern of behaviour when it comes to monogamy.

I don't know if this story was intentionally gay or not, but it would be used as a foundation for later queer storytelling about Felicia, so it seems worth mentioning it here!

What is pretty explicit, however, is Felicia's relationship with her partner Diana in the 2002 Spider-Girl series. They are just called partners, not lovers, but the framing and discussion of it is obvious enough that, in my opinion, if you know that gay people exist and can accept the possibility of them being gay, then you probably will read this and go "Oh, yeah, they are gay."

This story does not take place in Earth-616 and is primarily focused on Mayday Parker as Spider-Girl and Felicity Hardy as Scarlet Spider, but Felicity does have two moms - and we love that for her!

Jumping ahead a bit, Tamara returned via flashback in Black Cat #10, released in 2020, and this fleshed out their backstory together. It revealed how they trained together under Black Fox as their mentor and clearly shows them using slight-of-hand to hold hands and canoodle without Fox noticing what they're up to.

This is just a super-cute panel to me. That's such a clever use of slight-of-hand; I love it so much...

The next year, in Black Cat Vol 2 #3, there's a vision of Black Cat surrounded by a harem of her lovers, which includes Tamara and Odessa alongside several of her more famous male affairs.

Shortly thereafter, she kissed Odessa on the lips, as discussed earlier. In case the earlier evidence was not enough for you, Felicia Hardy is now formally unquestionably a girl-kisser. We even later get to see her and Drake's one-night-stand via flashback, in case there was any lingering doubts about what happened.

However, it also doesn't end there. It's not like Felicia just kissed a women, Marvel patted themselves on the back, and now she's been back to dating Peter Parker exclusively. There are plenty of comic characters who have had one defining "queer moment" and mum's been the word on their queerness since then... Felicia, meanwhile, is very loudly bisexual.

Immediately, she got a Pride variant cover in 2021 and has been on at least one cover every year since. My favourite is probably this one from 2022, which is both very poly and also features Peter Parker... I'm sure if you'd ask Marvel corporate they'd say he is just there as an ally, but it's still funny to me.

In 2021, she was the character used for the grand return of Jessie Drake (Felicia really has a thing for women with last names that end with -ake, apparently). Jessie was Marvel's first explicitly transgender character, debuting all the way back in 1992. After getting off to a rocky start, Felicia blows up a building with Jessie's help and they go out for dinner.

(This story was not followed up on as the book it was supposed to lead into got cancelled. Drake has not so much as cameoed since. F in the chat for Jessie Drake).

In 2022, there was an 5-issue mini-series all about Tony Stark and Felicia bonding over their mutual problem of supervillain ex-girlfriends trying to murder them. Of the two halves of the pair, Felicia gets the better deal - Tamara not only teams up with Felicia and Tony to fight Tony's ex, but they do so much flirting that Tony forgets that are not currently dating.

And, finally, in 2023, there was another Felicia story in a Pride issue wherein she hooked up with a pseudo-diety and also worked with Gambit to fuck with some transphobes in the process. Good for them!

This is not by any means a definitive list of everything gay Felicia has done - she famously flirts with MJ and Cindy a lot, for instance - but I hope it provides some larger context to Felicia's sexuality in the game.

Moreover, I hope it shows that queer storytelling isn't always about writing a single gay kiss that generates headlines. A lot of Marvel and DC queer storytelling that goes viral isn't the actual multi-issue multi-comic-run queer stuff; it's the one big kiss or something subtextual that happens to feature MCU heroes with better SEO then people like Felicia have... and I think it's the more under-the-radar stuff that's often more valuable.

[cosmosis]

e. kirishima x reader - fireman au

Eijirou thinks its just a normal day on the job; risking his own life and running headfirst into a fire to save others. 

What Ei doesn’t expect is to save a super cute girl, and earn a date afterward. 

. . .

No, fires aren’t that common in your neighborhood. But, when a pyromaniac just decides to frolic through your apartment complex, all you can really do is run or hide. 

Sweat aggressively beads at your forehead and neck as a giant wall of blaze threatens to burn off your eyebrows. Just before you could surrender yourself to the arms of safety, a pathetic slab of wood feel from the ceiling, blocking your escape right before you could taste it. 

It feels like the universe has done this to just get a laugh out, and now you’re in jeopardy, knocking on death’s door. 

Dressed in cute fluffy pajamas and a scrunchie is not how you wanted to die, nor expected to die. 

Panic starts to travel up your spine like water would on a paper towel, and you stand frozen by your front door, predicting your doom as it came closer. 

It’s (obviously) hot, and too hot, and smoke began to rise quickly, bringing tears to your eyes. You stretch out the tank top you’re wearing, bringing part of it up to your nose in a poor attempt to cover up your nose from any smoke. 

Just as your death was guaranteed, a fact, if you will, you hear a crashing; a crunching against your front door. Hope begins to burst in you like a new years sparkler, and you gaze anticipatively at the door, expecting some kind of miracle to save you. 

And he does. 

He crashes through the door of your apartment, scattering giant splinters and specks of rubble across the entire room. Wearing a hat, gas mask, and uniform, his size is what you notice first, by the way his head skims the very top of what used to be your door. 

“Hey! I got you!“ He says, his voice muffled by his mask. 

You can barely make out his face amidst the smoke and his mask as he urgently runs towards you, his head rapidly tilting at all directions to search for any sign of falling rubble or a threat.  

Before you could even think, he hoists you up into his arms, big hands holding you bridal style as he presses you close to him. Yes, you should be worrying about your own life right now, but its simply unfair how closely he handles you. 

He peers down at you, and you can catch the faintest of red within his gas mask. 

“It’s gonna be okay.“

Without another word, he runs out with you in his grasp, ducking under the frame of your front door. You’re safe. 

. . .

You’ve never been more thankful to breathe in the cold 2 am air, wrapped in a thermal foil blanket whilst sitting on the edge of a firetruck. 

Apparently, everyone had gotten out completely fine except for you. Just your luck. 

The fireman from earlier, your savior, currently lay on his knees, gently tending to a few scratches, burns, and bumps you received during your experience with near death. 

“What your name? I’d love to hear the name of the man that saved my life.“ You ask, gazing into his still-on gas mask. 

In reply, you can only hear a voweled muffle; a fault of the mask. 

“Hm?“ 

The man just sighs, setting down the supplies he was using to patch you up. Surprise writes itself onto your face as you watch the fireman, his hands reaching up to pull on the secure band of the mask. He pulls it off, and lifts away his hat, revealing vibrant red hair among deep black roots just starting to peek in. 

Attractively, he shakes his hair, and you get to see him for the first time. 

He flashes you this shiny, movie-star quality of a smile, beaming his spikey pearly whites to you. He’s so cute, with a boyish smile and perfect skin to match. You smile, and he scratches the back of his neck. 

“It’s Eijirou.“ 

“Wow- uh, you’re cute.“

You almost didn’t mean for that to tumble out of your mouth, but it does, and a flush blooms onto your cheeks. 

“Thanks, sweets.“

You try your best not to seize at the nickname, keeping your composure to the best of your ability. He’s so smiley, so big, so handsome its utterly terrible. They should specifically hire average-looking people as firefighters, just to save girlies like you a bit of stuttering. 

“Would it be bad to ask the savior of my life on a date?“ You ask, shuffling the foil blanket around you further. 

“Only if I get to ask for her name first.“

[cadavercowboy]

Baked

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: Eddie has good intentions...just bad execution.

Word Count: 2k+

Warnings: Mentions of period & period symptoms. Drug use (marijuana).

You’ve been together long enough that Eddie knows — more or less — when it’s that time of the month. He hadn’t marked it on the calendar or anything because he’d been too worried you’d think that was a little creepy. But he has definitely made a mental note of it. Even if he hadn’t, there are sure signs to let him know when it’s imminent and warn him to prepare for what’s to come. 

The first indication is the increase in your appetite, something he combats by tossing a few extra snacks in the cart during his shopping trip. Then there’s the excessive naps. He often finds you snuggled up in your favorite fuzzy blanket, asleep on the couch like a sweet little kitten; sometimes you’ll burrow into his side or ask to rest your head on his chest, then outright refuse to let go of him and the unusual neediness is just another sign. Most notably though, the over-abundance of sensitivity — both physical and emotional.

So when Eddie finds you standing alone in front of the television, in tears over a documentary about cows, he knows exactly what is happening. And he’d been ready for it. The red sun, as he describes it, will soon be rising. 

Eddie gathers you into his arms, lovingly sweeping away the salty moisture that stains your cheeks. His fingers hook your chin and he forces your shiny eyes to meet his, his heart clenching then immediately melting at the abundant sadness he finds there.

“What’s wrong, my angel?” he prods gently.

You sniffle and swallow thickly, knowing how silly Eddie is going to think you are. 

“They took him away from his mom,” you hiccup, directing Eddie’s attention to the little black and white calf splashed across the television screen. “He’s only a baby.”

He tries not to laugh at your over-the-top blubbering, he knows better than to poke fun at you when you’re like this. Instead, he hugs you closer and rests his chin on top of your head; joining you in watching the program while the distressed cries of the baby cow spill from the speakers as a farmer marks his floppy ear with a numbered tag and sends him on his way.

“Aw…look,” Eddie coos as he rubs your back in soothing circles. “He’s back with his mama now, see? Look how happy he is!”

Extracting your arm from between your body and Eddie’s, you reach up to scrub your sleeve across your wet cheek. The calf frolics happily around his mother as she grazes, but that doesn’t seem to stop the flow of tears. You make a sound — half sob, half laugh — and Eddie pulls away to observe your swollen, dripping eyes.

“Now what is it?” he wonders, his amused chuckle edged slightly with concern as your face crumples.

“He’s just so cute!”

Eddie cups your head and pulls you into his chest, shushing you quietly as he rocks back and forth. You cry into his chest, unable to control your irrational response to the adorable little bovine. When you mumble an apology to Eddie for how ridiculous you feel, he only reassures you, as is his way.

“Oh, honey,” he tsks. “You’re not ridiculous at all. My girl’s just a little sensitive is all.”

He knows why you’re so sensitive, but he’d never directly acknowledge it. Seeing as he’s a man, Eddie isn’t quite sure it’s his place to bring it up; he’d hate to offend or embarrass you. Regardless, he has his subtle ways of accommodating you. If you’ve ever noticed his amplified tenderness, you’ve yet to let on. Maybe you know and maybe you don’t; either way, Eddie is more than happy for any opportunity to take extra special care of you.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you stretch languidly beneath the overly warm sheets; one leg poking out from under the fabric in an attempt to cool your body somewhat. A sharp pain above your hip makes you wince and you’re reminded that you’ll need to stock up on tampons before this weekend. You yawn and sigh, feeling admittedly refreshed from the nap Eddie had insisted you take after this morning's episode. He’s always so sweet and doting, you have no idea what you’ve done to deserve him.

With your angelic boyfriend in mind, you drag your pliant body from your cozy bed and roll the tightness out of your shoulders before you set off in search of his company. You’ve only just stood up when suddenly you’re hit with an awful odor. The smell is acrid and pungent, undeniably familiar too, though you can’t quite put your finger on why you recognize it. When the ear-splitting chime of the smoke detector reaches your ears, your stomach drops and you race towards the door.

You whip the bedroom door open, instantly met with a smoggy, gray haze. The offensive scent is much stronger now, burning sharply in your nostrils.

“Eddie?!” you shriek, but his rapid footfalls are already on the move. 

He’s coughing amid a slew of hissed and frenzied curses and you slowly make your way towards the kitchen, eyes squinted and face covered with the collar of your soft tee. You can barely make out his silhouette when you round the corner, peering through the smokey cloud to watch Eddie frantically waving an oven mitt around. He clears his way to the oven, slamming the controls with a beep so that it turns off.

“Open a window!” he calls to you.

You spring into action, striding to the nearest window and yanking it open. Grabbing a magazine from the scattered stack on the counter, you begin to waft the gathering smoke towards the window. Eddie joins you, utilizing his oven mitt to do the same.

When you’ve got the room somewhat clear, Eddie stands beneath the still-chirping alarm and jabs a long finger upwards to silence the annoyingly loud device. He crouches in front of the oven, eyeing it skeptically before carefully easing the door open. Almost immediately, a thick plume of nearly black smoke billows towards the ceiling and Eddie hacks violently as his arms wave wildly in front of his face.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he mutters to himself as he opens the oven door all the way, moving aside to let the smoke drift towards the open window.

With his discarded oven mitt back in hand, Eddie reaches in and extracts a square tray. He drops it with a clatter on the countertop, small columns of gray still rising from the contents within. 

“What the hell is that?” you wonder, leaning around Eddie to get a better look at the blackened object.

“Well,” he begins with a sigh. “They were supposed to be brownies. But they ended up being blackies.”

You laugh, both at Eddie’s stupid joke and the perfectly disgruntled, defeated tone of his voice. He turns to face you then and you notice what he’s wearing. It becomes increasingly hard to take him seriously when you see the black apron tied around his neck, nothing else on his body save for a pair of dark red boxers. The lower portion is decorated with dancing flames and the middle boasts an image of four spectacularly-clad men with their faces painted in a variety of black and white patterns, standing above the orange and yellow gradient text that reads ‘KISS The Cook!’

Eddie studies your face carefully and you know precisely what he’s looking for. The shininess in your eyes or perhaps an imperceptible quiver in your lower lip. He thinks you’re going to be upset about the massacred brownies because he knows your hormones are a little crazy right now. No, he hadn’t admitted that he knows, but after the third month in a row of being served PMS brownies, you’d made the connection. Thankfully for Eddie, you’ve got yourself in check at the moment.

As you observe the brownies more closely, you cringe at the state of them. Eddie is so clearly disappointed and you had hoped perhaps you could reassure him and at least manage to eat some part of his brownies, but the charred tray of goo is indicating otherwise. The treat is utterly unsalvageable.

“What happened?” you ask, placing a supportive palm on the small of Eddie’s bare back. 

He huffs and drags a hand through his messy curls, then places a fist on his cocked hip.

“I dunno,” he laments dramatically. “I set a timer and everything.”

While Eddie explains, you glance over your shoulder and look at the oven. Your lips twist into a wry smile. Sure, Eddie had set the timer; he just forgot to start it. The red digits blink almost tauntingly, the glowing ‘0:45’ seeming to ask ‘forgetting something?’ with each flash. 

He whips the comical apron up and over his head, mussing up his already disheveled hair as he folds it over his arm and pouts weakly. You take note of Eddie’s glassy, reddened eyes and you suspect you may know just why he had forgotten to start the timer. He glances your way, suspicious of the accusatory way you raise your eyebrows at him. Your knowing smirk only seals the deal.

“Okay, so I smoked a bowl and burned your brownies,” he admits with exasperation, sassily crossing his arms across his tattooed chest. “I got distracted.”

Giggling loudly, you lean in and smack playfully at Eddie’s entwined arms. You drag your fingers over the flexing muscle in his left forearm, then wrap them around his wrist and pull his hand free to entwine his fingers with yours. 

“Distracted by what exactly?”

The guilt that flashes in Eddie’s eyes is undeniable and adorably comedic all the same. His irises flick restlessly from side to side and he flounders, lips opening and closing as he debates whether or not to tell you. He begins to blush and glances down at the floor — or towards his feet, rather — and you find your answer without Eddie even giving it.

“Aw, shit,” Eddie laments, releasing your hand and childishly stomping his feet as the forgotten apron falls to the ground. “They’re ruined!”

He raises his leg, bent at the knee so he can grab his own foot and present it to you, offering you five purple-tipped toes. He drops the appendage then does the same with the other, showing you the remaining five toes; two void of color and three painted but regrettably smudged. 

You recognize the lavender shade, the same one you’d used on your own nails last night. Evidently, you’d left the bottle of polish out and Eddie had gotten ahold of it. Clicking your tongue, your heart twists at Eddie’s forlorn expression; brown eyes like giant saucers and a frown so deep it’d make even the best clown envious.

“Wanted us to match,” Eddie utters churlishly.

He scooches closer to you, bracketing his much larger feet on either side of yours and wiggling his colorful toes. 

“We can fix ‘em,” you offer.

Eddie lights up, his grin unimaginably wide. He clutches your upper arms in his long fingers and jostles you a bit in his excitement. You turn under the pressure of Eddie’s hands which spin you in the direction of the living room then proceed to march you forward ahead of him. He collapses into the carpet then drags you down with him.

Seated at his side, you watch Eddie shake the tiny bottle of polish with much more vigor than necessary. He twirls the cap and extracts the brush without wiping the excess off, you don’t even have a chance to advise him otherwise before Eddie has his foot propped up on the edge of the low coffee table, toes pointed skyward and his body curled over itself like a feral animal. 

Eddie slathers the small nail with far too much polish and you have no doubt he’s likely to smudge it before it ever has a chance to dry. You admire his dogged determination; dark brows furrowed in concentration while the pink tip of his tongue peeks out between the prison of his plush lips. He makes several attempts to fix his previously smeared toenails before you step in and offer to help him. Eddie is quick to agree, promising to make you a consolation batch of brownies in return for the favor.

Joseph Quinn Masterlist ✦ Writing Masterpost

[xxoxobree]

"Gwen and miles are married in the comics" FIRST OF ALL that's literally in a rare obscure universe which rarely even gets referenced at all (only by insecure gwiles stans who insist that they have longevity in the comics) like that universe holds as much weight as the one where storm and quicksilver are a thing, which is also in obscure timelines and not the actual main story. Like its not even that relevant SECOND as mentioned it's literally not even in the main continuity/story in the actual Miles Morales comics...you know, where he's with a BLACK GIRL.

Also spiderverse isn't even 100 percent loyal to the comics...because if they were, gwen wouldn't even be the love interest 😭 like they getting besides themselves and acting real ugly over this shit.

Real ugly and I DONT GIVE A DAMN!!! Who they ship together or don’t. Like take it somewhere else go frolic with the gwiles fans. We team Miles and Tiana over here and we gone talk about it and get our Gwen jokes in. My babes can talk about whatever here and y’all not gonna stop that.

Also they’re literally animated characters not that deep to be in somebody inbox acting a fool 🤣🤣

[softtopxpressions]

1st attempt at my Elven Prince Konjit (The Warrior turned Prince). I can’t wait til it’s a finished look 😁 (Warrior Konjit will be added)

*The girlies said “ it says Regal and I can beatcho ahh”

Cosplay has really grown on me in a way I can’t explain.

[lionofchaeronea]

Epitaph for a Child

Martial, Epigrams V.34 To you, father Fronto, mother Flaccilla, I entrust this girl – object of my kisses And my delight – lest the little one Erotion shudder in fear at the black shades And the monstrous mouths of Tartarus’ hound. She was on the brink of finishing the frosts Of her sixth winter, had she not Fallen short by six days. Among such Ancient patrons may she frolic and play And chatter my name with stammering lips. Let no stiff turf cover her soft bones, Nor, earth, be heavy for her; she was not for you. Hanc tibi, Fronto pater, genetrix Flaccilla, puellam      oscula commendo deliciasque meas, paruola ne nigras horrescat Erotion umbras      oraque Tartarei prodigiosa canis. Impletura fuit sextae modo frigora brumae,      uixisset totidem ni minus illa dies. Inter tam ueteres ludat lasciua patronos      et nomen blaeso garriat ore meum. Mollia non rigidus caespes tegat ossa nec illi,      terra, grauis fueris: non fuit illa tibi.  

Little Girl, William-Adolphe Bouguereau, 1878

[rizpsp]

As with any other little girl’s wishes, Ranna wanted to be a princess.

Someday...

Where cobblestone streets wound their way through quaint neighborhoods, Ranna lived in serene. Like any other little girl, she harbored dreams in her heart, dreams that danced like fireflies in the moonlit garden of her imagination. Her room bore witness to these dreams—posters of castles adorned the walls, and a collection of fairy tales filled her bookshelves.

Ranna's most fervent wish was to be a princess. She would spend hours draped in bedsheets, fashioning makeshift gowns, and pretending her bedroom was a royal palace. In her make-believe world, she would hold court with imaginary subjects and embark on daring adventures in lands far, far away. Her dreams, however, were not confined to the pages of storybooks.

One day, while perusing a nature magazine, Ranna stumbled upon a photograph that would shape the trajectory of her dreams. It captured the endearing image of a baby elephant, its large eyes reflecting innocence and vulnerability. But what struck Ranna's heart was the image of the baby elephant stumbling over a branch, a moment captured in time.

At that moment, a deep longing welled up within her—a desire to care for this gentle giant, to be its guardian and friend.

From that day forward, Ranna’s dreams expanded beyond the confines of princess castles. She envisioned herself in a sun-drenched meadow, surrounded by an enchanting array of animals. The baby elephant, now her cherished companion, would be joined by cats, rabbits, squirrel, racoon and butterflies of every feather. They would frolic in the golden glow of the sun, be it amidst rain, creating a symphony of laughter and nature’s melody.

As Ranna transitioned into her teenage years, the whimsical dreams of her childhood began to collide with the practical realities of life. The weight of societal expectations pressed upon her, urging her to narrow her focus and choose a path that promised stability. The once boundless horizon of her aspirations now seemed limited by the harsh edges of reality.

Faced with this conundrum, Ranna felt a sense of confusion and trepidation. Tears that overflowing, a question of confidence. The dreams that had once fueled her imagination now felt like unwieldy burdens.

How could she reconcile the desire to be a princess, a caretaker of elephants, and a nurturer of nature with the demands of the real world?

Amid this internal struggle, Ranna found solace in a passion that had quietly bloomed within her—flowers. Her hometown, with its charming gardens and vibrant flora, became a canvas for her budding love for botanical beauty. The delicate petals, the intoxicating fragrance, and the kaleidoscope of colors fascinated her. It was a world where dreams could be expressed through the language of flowers.

Embracing her newfound passion, Ranna decided to become a florist. She immersed herself in the art of arranging blossoms, creating intricate bouquets that whispered stories of love, celebration, and remembrance. Her small flower shop became a haven for those seeking the beauty of nature encapsulated in delicate petals.

Yet, Ranna was not alone in her floral sanctuary. A sleek black cat, with bright green eyes, and a gentle rabbit, with soft fur and a twitching nose, became her constant companions. The cat would gracefully weave through the shop, a silent guardian of the floral realm, while the rabbit added a touch of whimsy, hopping around as if choreographing a dance with the flowers.

Together, they created a haven where Ranna's dreams could unfold. In this floral kingdom, Ranna found a sense of fulfillment that transcended the limitations of her childhood dreams. She may not have become a princess in the traditional sense, ruling over a fairy tale realm, but her flower shop became a kingdom of her own making – a place where dreams, no matter how whimsical, could still come true. In the heart of her own home, she had become the queen of her enchanting realm.

[everystephoftheway]

camp cloudtop- chapter nine

Vex is kinda a bitch and Vax is kinda a simp, so, you know, the usual. 

This can be found on ao3 as well.

Backpacks fell to a heap at the door as Vax and Vex arrived at their apartment, their bodies falling on a heap on the couch just as the door swung shut. Their apartment, just like everything in their lives, was a perfect conglomeration of their two styles. Most of the furniture had been thrifted, but they managed to keep a thread of industrial grunge mixed with some posher elements. Their apartment was essentially a stretched out U-shape, following the odd architecture of their building. The open floor plan kitchen and living space were on one end and the bedrooms and bathrooms were on the other. The dark vinyl couch was long enough to fit three people comfortably, four if one was of the smaller species; bits and pieces of the fabric had started coming off the arms and ends, but the twins didn’t seem too bothered. Their coffee table was littered with their toys: arrows of all kinds, both made and in construction, were scattered about while a collection of Vax’s throwing daggers were kept well organized in a case he kept on the bottom shelf of the table. Over the wall mounted TV they recently brought in was a painting, Vex’s favorite painting, of a bear frolicing through a sunlit field, a little family of other bears in the background. 

“Did you see the girl in my group with the white streak in her hair?” Vex reached over her shoulder and pulled the hair tie from the bottom of her braided ponytail, slowly working her hair out so it laid on her back, wavy and voluminous.

“That’s Cassandra, right? Percy’s sister?” Vax turned his head against the couch cushion to look at his sister. “She got so tall.” 

“I love that she’s in our group. No one can roast another like their sister can.”

Vax scoffed. “Tell me about it.” 

Vex laughed, reaching over to punch him in the arm. Percy had left them just after the teleportation circle; he and Cassandra lived in one of the nicer districts of town in a brownstone that the twins could only dream to own one day.

“Kash made quite a bold move on your ‘partner’ this afternoon.” Her eyes watched her brother as she made air quotes around the word partner, and while he didn’t cross his arms or stiffen his shoulders, she could tell that he had held his breath for a moment; it was what he did when he was trying to hold something back, thinking of an appropriate response.

“He always liked to believe he was faster than me.”

“Let him be. You don’t need that in your life. Dating a coworker never ends well.” 

“That’s the pot calling the kettle black if I’ve ever heard it.” 

“Do you ever listen? I told you this morning. Percy and I are not dating. We’re fucking. It’s different.”

“You might want to tell him that.”

One of Vax’s brows arch high onto her forehead. “What on Exandria are you talking about?”

“Don’t you see how he looks at you? He practically worships the ground you walk on.”

“Well, everyone should do that no matter the circumstance.”

Vax rolled his eyes and pushed himself to his feet, walking over to their fridge to grab a beer. Despite his annoyance, he tossed one to Vex as well. 

“But, really, Vax. I know you. The last thing you need is to fall head over heels for your ‘partner’,” again with the air quotes, “only for it to end poorly. Then you’re stuck, miserable, for the rest of the summer.”

What Vex didn’t understand was Vax wasn’t quite sure he had a say in the matter. Keyleth was so kind and bright; it was hard not to find himself overtaken by her spirit, even if they had only known each other for a few days. 

“Besides,” Vex shrugged as she took a sip of her beer, “if you go frolicing about with nature girl, when are you going to have time for me?” 

A pang of guilt bloomed in Vax’s chest, his lips down turning into a heavy frown. She was right, wasn’t she? The twins made a pact long ago to stick together, no matter where they went, no matter the cost. It was them against the world, and it would always be them against the world. How selfish was it that he was thinking about dividing his attention; would Keyleth even understand his loyalty to his sister?  

He took another swig of his beer. “I’m sure Kash will show her a good time.” Vax then retreated to his bedroom and closed the door behind him, ready for a hot shower and the buzz of three more beers he planned to drink.

[aflowerthatbloomed]

𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔞🩰

⁀➷ blurb!: the last elf left in the whole nine realms...and she is left with the asgardians. but not just any asgardinas the royalty. the king and queen of asgard. anthiea goddess of flowers spent the rest of her days with the asgardians being adored by the two sons.

ೃ⁀➷warnings!: loss of family, tragedy, hurt/comfort, angst, swearing, etc...

Chapter 2 ׂׂૢ་༘࿐:fairy tales. 

a month later…

She was so tiny, the prince brothers thought someone could step on her. Everyone of Asgard was one who did not lack height. But the little elf-pixie sure did. Currently she was practicing her ballet one her own, something that Frigga encouraged the young girl to do. 

Secretly she wanted the little girl to focus on everything but losing her whole planet and family. So she put her in many Asgardian activities. Including defense class which she was a bit hesitant about due to her age. 

Antheia loved ballet, she didn’t care for every other activity that the queen placed upon her. She loved to dance for independence. She didn’t need to rely on anyone, when she danced it was all her. The girl loved the tights and exquisite outfits that went with the sport. 

Though she hated the pain her feet went through when she slid on the pointe shoe. Still she liked the way it looked when she went up on her tiny tip toes. Her dance classes took place in the palace, a place she wasn’t allowed to leave until she was of age. The little princess was restricted to just being inside; she had the whole palace grounds and courtyard to play and frolic. 

She was always an agreeable girl, never one to break rules and always listened when told something. Deep down a part of her evided prince Loki and Prince Thor. They always left and re-entered when they wanted to. When she lived in Alfheim she wasn’t allowed out of the palace either. 

Though at that point in her life she didn’t care because her mother or father would never leave the kingdom either. But now her two new role models left all the time. Monkey see monkey do. And she wanted to do it. 

Doing a little leap she ended her little session for the day. Plopping her bum on the ground she untied her perfectly tied ribbon on her pointe shoes. Her little feet felt so relieved she stretched out her toes before running out the room to hers. 

Antheia loved her room. Frigga made it perfect for her. The white walls and the pink flowers that were painted on with gold trimming. It reminded the elf-pixie so much of her home planet. On her way to her room she was running down the hall something she really wasn’t supposed to do.

 But no one was home at the moment so she was more than happy to run freely around the castle. Her eyes caught sight of a black haired cat. Stopping instantly in her tracks she timidly put her hands out for the cat to show she was of no harm. The little cat instantly walked over to her though it started glowing green.

Squealing back in shock the girl fell right down on her backside making her hiss in pain from the hard floor. Looking down she saw the cat was no longer a cat. Instead they were a pair of leather boots. Antheia’s head shot up to see no other than her favorite trickster in his full height dressed in his blac and green leather clothes. Biting her lip she knew she was in for it now. 

“Now, now, now. What is this hm? Were you running in the halls little Antheia?” the once cat asked condensing knowing all too well the answer. 

The elf-pixie could never lie to him because she loved enough to never lie to him. And also he always knew when she fibbed. She stood there red in the face not knowing what to say to the mischief god. She should have known. Loki was infamous for transforming into different animals. Snakes are the most common. Antheia cursed herself for not realizing it was him. He always catches her in the mice of her mischief. 

“What is it darling? Cat got your tongue?” He questioned as he watched her open her mouth a couple of times to say something. But every answer she was going to say she couldn’t find a way to word it.

“Sorry…” The pixie mumbled as she turned to begin walking toward her room again, her feet dragging under her head. 

Before she knew it Loki was in front of her again with a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, Antheia huffed seeing she wasn’t going to get out of this one. Lifting her arms as if she wanted to be held with her ballet shoes still clutched in her tiny hands securing them by holding them by the pastel pink ribbon. Rolling his enchanting blue eyes he obliged. His slender hands wrapped under her, placing her so that she was sitting comfortably on his hip. 

“That’s alright love, I won’t tell if you won’t.” 

Antheia nodded furiously. 

“Prince Loki, why are you home so early?” the ballerina giggled as he began to walk at a fast pace to which the goddess knew where. 

“Hm…ma chaton you think no one stays behind to watch you. My love, you’re not even five years of age yet,” the raven-haired man chuckled out thinking it was adorable that she thought anyone would trust her at the young age of four. A subtle pout formed on her rosy lips but she understood. Did that mean one of them caught her eating chocolate? 

“Yes. I have at least,” Loki answered the question she knew she said in her head. 

“Prince Loki! How did you do such a thing!” she squealed as Loki pinched her sides and she noticed they were walking toward her bedroom. Loki didn’t tell her she whispered out her thoughts, he just wanted her to think he was incredible. But that was the thing she thought he was incredible regardless.  

She felt relieved she wanted to get out of the tight leotard that was suffocating her. Or it was God's strength. 

“That’s a secret only I will ever know about my little one.” 

“You’re amazing,” she whispered out in astonishment, making the young god chuckle, kissing her cheeks with so much aggression, making her take her tiny hands to push him away. Though she had no strength compared to him so he continued to pepper her cheeks with tiny kisses. 

The soon-to-be little flower goddess with big eyes caught sight of her grand white door, “Halt!” she squealed, making Loki stop in his tracks. 

He gave her playful eyes, making her eyebrows furrow with the same emotion. She growled playfully before squirming out of his arms like a little snake as she hopped down when she noticed his grip loosened. 

“Hey what I have told you about that,” the raven-haired god scolds while looking down at the sheepish girl. 

“Don’t.” Antheia sighed, rocking back and forth on her toes. 

“Right. So don’t.” 

A huff of frustration left Antheia’s mouth all she wanted to do was change out of her tight leotard and into something more comfortable but every five minutes Loki was scolding her on something. Taking a deep breath she looked Loki in the eye, noticing his gaze was on she could only consider parental while he stood with his hands on his hips like a mother scolding her child. 

“I’m going to go change thank you, prince Loki,” the elven princess thanked softly, not wanting to create any friction between them. She really just wanted to change and was growing very fussy. 

Loki nodded, noticing her growing annoyance, she was trying so hard to hide it from him. He was just more than grateful she wasn’t lashing out at him. The god of mischief was not one who could tolerate people sassing him. He wasn’t known for his patient temper. 

“Alright, let me help you,” he offered, kindly wanting to calm her down, starting to feel bad that he had upset her. 

Antheia went red in the face. Why would she need help? She thought she was big now. She still didn't need everything. 

“It’s okay prince Loki! I’m a big girl now!” the little elf told him proudly. Loki rolled his eyes since when did this idea get in her head? She always asked for help and relied on Thor and him for everything. Even if it was to reach snacks she shouldn't be in the royal kitchen. Who would plant such an outrageous idea in her head, she was four.

“A big girl? Wow alright, go in. I will wait for her out here just in case,” Loki said in fake astonishment, wanting to play this game she didn’t even know she created. 

“Okay! But I will be okay!” The wide-eyed girl told him honestly standing on her tippy toes to reach the handle. Loki hid a scoff but covered his mouth with his hand as he watched her do this. 

“Don’t forget I’m right out here!” 

When Loki saw the door close he lent against the wall in the hall—patiently awaiting his call. For now, little Antheia was scrambling in her room to find the outfit that was already laid out by the maids. It was a gorgeous white dress with the neckline being a very subtle v-neck with a pretty rose fabric below it and white ruffles hanging below it, while the sleeves were one like a tank-top with gorgeous red ribbons on both sides. The waist of the dress was completed with a magnificent satin red bow that matched the ones on the sleeves. The white lace fabric continued down leaving an opening showing more of the pretty rose fabric as the hemline was finished off with lace and more little red ribbons. The dress had a matching bonnet and a pair of pearls. 

The pixie went behind the mannequin dropping her ballet shoes. She started gently unbuttoning it and the dress completely fell off when she was done. A little squeak left Antheia’s lips in shock. Loki heard this and instantly knocked on the door. 

“Everything is okay in there!” the little elf heard Loki’s voice panic. 

“Yes! Sorry Prince,” she apologized a bit embarrassed that she got scared of the dress falling. 

She started peeing back the sticky leotard and she let out a breath of relief, she did the same with the nude tights she had on. Taking the pretty dress she stepped into it, easily sliding the sleeves over her frail shoulders. Her wings popped out from the open back. Frigga made sure all of Antheia's clothes had open backs so her wings would have ample space to move around and grow. Heading to the giant gold-framed mirror in her room she noticed one problem. The back buttons. She tried for a minute but her short arms were no use.

Still, for ten minutes, she sat there plucking a prayer at her dress trying to fit the tiny white buttons through its matching slit. Huffing in sheer annoyance she gave up. Her hair was tied back in a bun so she placed herself on the floor in front of her mirror, plucking each hairpin one at a time until her hair easily fell out. But it didn’t look as pretty. It was a knotty mess and she needed to comb it out. Standing up once more she ran over to her beautiful white and gold vanity with her floppy dress falling off her and took the beautiful brush off of the table. 

Quickly skipping back over to her giant full-length mirror she placed herself right back onto the floor and began trying to comb out her long knotty hair. But to no avail, her hair stayed knotted and tangled. Dropping the brush. Her face began to feel red and just overwhelmed. She realized she couldn’t do it. There was a feeling she’s been feeling recently. One of uselessness. Looking down dissatisfied she slugged over to the door knowing she was going to need help. Standing on her toes again she tugged on the knob of the door. 

Disappointed. 

When she opened the grand door the raven haired god no longer stood there. Instead it was his vastly different brother. Thor, he had a warm, genuine smile while he looked down on her. The god of thunder looked at her with much admiration. He was proud that she tried to get ready on her own but even more proud that she came for help. 

“Hello my Prince,” Antheia called out looking up at him he noticed her eyes darting up and down the halls in search of Loki. Something Thor did often was crouch down in the presents of Antheia, she was so small. He thought if he were her size he would have feared him. Though she never did show signs she was afraid. The god always did it just in case. 

“Hello princess looking for someone?” Thor asked softly as he made eye contact with the dishevield girl. 

Well at least she tried. Thor thought to himself. 

“Help,” was all she said and the blond god understood and grabbed her little hand and led her back to her room. 

One thing Antheia favored about Thor, he never taunted or jested at her. If she needed help there was never a little joke or laugh that came with it. Loki didn’t realize it but when he chuckled at her and tried to hide it. She noticed. She noticed a lot. She wasn’t mad at him for it, she just preferred Thor for these types of things. When they walked into her room Thor spun her gracefully in front of her mirror. Antheia stood and saw Thor getting straight to work not even asking questions about the whole thing. He just kindly buttoned her dress up. 

“You did a good job for what you did do,” Thor complimented honestly as he made eye contact with her in the mirror. Hazel eyes met a pair of stormy ones. Antheia hid her small smile and warm blush. 

“Thank you but I was only able to put my dress on. I couldn't even button it,” she told him sadly. 

“Well think about it like this the only thing you couldn’t do was button the dress that means you are making progress. I couldn’t even put my armor on at your age but you already know how to put on this huge dress!” Thor explained to her as she giggled at the thought of Thor needing help. To the little girl he was a warrior, a viking someone who did not need help. 

“Prince I have a hard time imagining that being true,” Antheia giggled out loud making Thor smirk as he picked up the fallen brush and began softly combing the ends of her hair. 

“Believe what you like little one but know my mother was helping me till I was about a hundred years old,” Thor chuckled out honestly remembering the many times Frigga had to help Thor properly place his armor on and tie back his hair. 

“Wow, that's a long time!” the elf exclaimed, starting to feel a little bit better about herself. Thor laughed out loud a deep genuine laugh. He kept combing gently more around her hair finally noticing her hair back to its natural non knotty state. A comfortable silence fell over the two, the little pixie elf letting out hum’s everytime Thor brushed a little knotty area of her head. 

“Am I still a big girl if I need help,” The girl asked softly, making Thor stop brushing for a moment. Everyone needs help from time to time who told her differently. 

“Theia, everyone including big girls need help. No one could do everything on their own. That is the most painful experience anyone could ever go through. You are not put here to go through it alone. You will always have someone to hold your hand in your darkest times even if your dark time is needing help buttoning up your dress,” Thor informed seriously and he continued to brush her long locks. 

“But when you saw me reading on my own you called me a big girl, so I thought that meant being a big girl is doing things on your nown,” Antheia explained his thought process making Thor mentally kick himself.

“It’s great to be independent but it’s also great to know how to rely on someone,” the god told her, putting down the brush turning her around so he was now actually making eye contact, not through some mirror. 

“Oh? So I can be a big girl and still need help,” Antheia asked innocently, making Thor nod up and down. 

“Why didn’t you just say so,” She giggled. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

Antheia was now fully dressed; she had her beautiful white and rose dress on with a pair of white ballet shoes and she had the adorable matching bonnet. She was gliding down the palace of Asgard finding her way into the palace library wanting nothing more than to read those fairy tales she heard about in the royal kitchen last week. Antheia was told that they were these amazing stories about true love. And she being the curious thing she is was dying to read them. 

Her small feet patterned against the floor, the sounds of her tiny heels clacking made the many servants and guards around the palace smile. She always gave a small wave to everyone she saw in the palace and they all of course returned the sweet gesture with a wave back or a small smile. Kind and blissful a bit meek at times but they all seemed to adore the new addition to the royal Assgardian family. Right now she is a mere guest staying until they find out what they want to do with her. But many rumors believe either the king, queen, or even one of the sons will be the ones to take custody. 

Antheia never acknowledged the rumors due to the royal family telling her never to listen to the noseynes of the palace. She always listened. 

“Now where are you going,'' a femine voice called out to the little elf pixie. 

Antheia quickly spun on her heels and saw the queen of Asgard in all her glory. The little girl never got much sight of Frigga. But when she did she was always vastly intimated. 

“To the library I want to read fairy tales!” the elf told happily she then noticed Frigga lent her hand to her. 

“Mind if I join?” 

“Of course you join!” Anthiea squealed, grabbing her hand as she led the way.

Frigga always wanted a daughter. Well one who Odin didn’t corrupt. She wished she could have saved her first born. Though she was far too late for that. She promised herself her sons were never going to let Odin but their downfall. 

“What tale were you thinking,” Frigga asked the tiny girl she only just noticed they were different in size as they walked down the grand halls. 

“The book is called'' From two worlds came one love ``.” 

“That’s a very great choice,” The queen complimented the little girl, making her chuckle in amusement. 

The two of them made a left and walked into the grand library. Frigga showed the young girl her favorite place to read. In the corner of the library there was a hidden rocking chair with a beautiful window that had the view of the space sea and a lot of comfy blankets and pillows made from the most beautiful silks in asgard. 

This was the same place she taught Loki magic. Taking a seat on the rocking chair she placed Antheia on her lap as summoned the book with a green haze around it. And there it was the book the little girl squealed in excitement when Frigga opened the cover. The queen smiled at the innocent girl. And began to read the tale, 

“One lived a little girl and boy, they both lived happy, amazing, adoring lives. They both froclicked in the sun and moon and the both of them played everyday and everynight. But the only thing was they lived in completely different realms. 

The girl was a princess from space, while the boy was a savilan who came from the realm midgard. They both were waiting for something but they haven’t known what they were waiting for— 

“Queen Frigga, what do you think they were waiting for,” Antheia interrupted, looking up at Frigga for answers. 

“Hmm…Maybe a moon,” Frigga answered  her with a smile as Antheia nodded her head up and down. The queen continued her story, 

“What they were waiting for, so they grew and grew until their childhood clothes looked like dolls clothes. The princess was going to be queen yet she still hadn't found anyone she loved and the kingdom was filling her with pressure, even though she had been scoping her kingdom out up and down though no suitors seemed to be a fit. The boy grew into a man and he became a hero, a mighty hero but he was lonely and he wanted a partner to help fight these battles.

One day, the girl had it out with her kingdom due to the pressure she was feeling and she ran away to a whole nother realm. And she fell right out of the sky. But she was catched by this amazing strong man. And she hated him for that. 

“Why!” the elf screamed. 

“Shh you will see.” 

“She was angry she didn’t want to be saved and she felt it made her weak—-” 

“What are you reading to this poor child,” an arrogant tone entered the small little hiding spot. Frigga rolled her eyes at her son knowing only he knew where this area was. The pixie shot her head up, annoyed that Loki interrupted the story. 

“A good story, this used to be your favorite when you were a child,” Frigga informed her son as Anthiea was glaring at Loki even though it looked more like a pout to him. 

“Mother, tell the child to take the pout off her lips,” Loki said like a child to his mother. He raised his brows up at Antheia giving her a subtle warning. Making the queen laugh at her son, if she recalled when he was a child Thor would tease him as the little god of mischief sat on his mother’s lap with almost the exact same pout on his face. 

“You used to be the same to your brother all the time,” Frigga tutted, making Loki’s face go slightly red as Antheia hid a cheeky smile. 

“Hey you little thing I don’t know why you’re smiling, you are doing the exact same thing,” The god of mischief pointed out making the small pout return on Antheia’s face. Loki smirked in triumph at his actions. 

“What are we doing in here,” they heard a booming voice enter the room Antheia turned her head and noticed it was the one and only mighty Thor standing there with his amazing long blond hair.  

“Talking about your brother being a pouty thing,” Frigga said easily as Loki’s face grew even more hot and annoyed. Antheia just leant back and enjoyed the little show playing in front of her. 

“I am not a mother! Stop telling everyone that!” Loki whined like how Antheia would make all three of them in the room chuckle. 

“Antheia is reading a story do you to want to sta—” 

“No.” 

“Yes.” 

“Great, they are n't that nice of them Antheia!” Frigga said happily as Thor gladly sat himself in front of his mother grabbing Loki’s arm and pulling him down with him.

 Both full grown god’s sat on the floor criss cross. One is more happy than the other. Antheia reached out to Loki wanting him to be the one to hold her. He rolled his blue eyes but still stuck his arms out to hold the small girl. Frigga gently passed Antheia over to him. And Loki plucked her right on his lap and the little girl just sat with her back to his chest gently snuggling in. Antheia gave Thor her hand and he gladly took it. Frigga used a bit of her magic and wrapped her children in soft silk blankets and put them in soft silk clothes. Thor had a red blanket and Loki a green. For Antheia she had a little pink blanket swaddled around her as Loki cuddled her close. 

 Antheia nodded her head at Frigga signaling it was time to read the story. 

ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

“And the two lived happily ever after…”

“That was such a good story!” Antheia giggled. Thor and Loki were practically sleeping by the time the story ended but the little girl was at the edge of her seat the whole time, stopping and asking questions every time something caught her attention. 

“It was good wasn’t it,” Frigga said softly, just loving the sight in front of her. Her two sons are practically falling asleep. Loki’s head was resting on Thor’s shoulder as Antheia was cuddled with Loki both of his arms securing her waist to his chest all while Thor still had a firm hold on her hand. 

“I want a hero like the princess did in the story!” Antheia squeaked, making both brothers instantly shot up at her sentence. 

“Why would you want a hero!” Loki exclaimed protectively, making Frigga roll her eyes. 

Thor nodded his head in agreement, “you have us!” 

“My hero will be as pretty as prince Loki and as strong as prince Thor!” 

“I’m not pretty?!”

“I’m not strong?!”

“For the love of Vahalla…”

[an-ungraceful-swan]

Guess what. Guess what. Look at this shit. I finished my first fucking multi-chapter fic. Go comment if you want. Inflate my ego. I am having a party about this.

people I’m gonna annoy about this - @gay-otlc @xanadaus @aurenflaring

You can also read it below the cut my lovelies

Biana stared in the mirror, and for the first time, ae almost felt like ae recognized the person staring back.

Ae had left aer hair down, and wore a purple dress, deciding against the teal one ae had picked out with aer friends. This one was simpler, with a strapless top and poofy sleeves, and a long dress that almost made it look like ae was about to frolic through a flower field.

Ae twisted aer bracelet nervously, and exhaled, before heading down the stairs, and into the foyer. Aer mother stood, beaming as Biana emerged at the top of the stairs.

“You look wonderful.” she said, and Biana smiled.

“Thanks.” Biana said, trying aer very best not to trip over aer own two feet. It was dark already, and the crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, casting fractured light onto the marble floor. “Where’s Fitz?” ae asked.

“He left with Keefe. They had dinner reservations before the dance.” Della said, and Biana nodded.

“I hope they have fun.” ae said, and aer mother nodded.

“I’m glad they’ve stayed such close friends.” Della said, and Biana nodded sagely.

Biana’s father emerged from his study, and examined aer, teal eyes cold and critical. “I thought you were wearing the teal dress.” was all he said, and Biana fought the urge to crawl out of aer skin.

“I changed my mind.” ae said, meeting his gaze.

“Hm.” he glanced at his watch. “I take it you’re bringing a date?” he asked, looking expectantly at aer.

“I-“ Biana started

(Yes I am and she’s wonderful and I’ll be dammed if I don’t try my very best to not fuck it up.)

“Darling let the girl breathe-“ Della started, but Alden interrupted her.

“It’s proper for a young girl to have a partner. What will people think if you keep showing up to dances alone?”

(If they care, that sounds like a them problem)

Biana stiffened. “If you care so much, then I’m sure you’ll be happy to know I do have a date.” ae said, heart suddenly thudding.

(Ae was sick of hiding. Fucking sick of lying and breaking aer back to bend to whatever expectations people had of her.)

Aer father raised an eyebrow. “Do I know this young man?” he asked, which was code for “is this young man someone I would like our family to be associated with?”

(Sometimes biana wanted to yell at him that no one cared. That he was acting worse then aer friends obsessing over every little detail.)

“No you don’t know her.” Biana said, crossing aer arms.

Alden flushed a little, tilting his neck like he was trying to see aer more clearly. “Biana, I’m not sure I understand.”

(Code for: “you better change your story real quick or shits gonna go down”)

“Yeah. Her name’s Sophie, I’m really excited to go to the dance with her.” Biana said, straightening. Daring him to respond.

“Biana Amberly Vacker, I don’t know what you take me for but I will not be taken for a fool.” Alden said, his voice dangerously low.

“I’m not joking dad. And this isn’t some rebellious phase.”

Aer father’s face turned a deeper shade of red, and Della rested her hand on his shoulder. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but no daughter of mine-”

“Well I don’t want to be your daughter. Maybe I’m not a fucking daughter at all.” Biana said bitterly.

Before aer father could respond to that, the doorbell rang. “Well I’ll be off. Good talk.”

Ae ran out the front door before he could reply to that, giddy and breathless.

Sophie stood there, and Biana froze, momentarily stunned.

Sophie was wearing a red suit, black button up, and a bow tie.

“Wow uh.. you look.” Biana paused. “Amazing. You look amazing.”

Sophie grinned. “You too.” she offered her hand, and Biana took it, stomach doing flips.

The two of them walked to Sophie’s battered Jeep, and Biana hopped in the passenger seat.

The car made a loud rumbling noise, and lurched forward, causing Biana to squeak.

Sophie glanced at aer, and Biana flushed. “Not a word. Not a word.”

Sophie laughed. “Wasn’t gonna say anything.”

“Uh huh. Sure you weren’t”

“I wasn’t!” Sophie said, and Biana leaned back.

The two of them arrived at the dance fashionably late, after being distracted by ice cream from the creamery in town.

They walked through the parking lot, and Biana leaned over to Sophie. “You have ice cream on your chin.”

“Do I?” Sophie asked, and Biana nodded, dabbing at it with aer sleeve.

“There you go.” ae said, and Sophie grinned. “Now shall we?” ae asked, holding out aer arm.

Sophie took it, and the two of them made their way into the crowded gym.

The music was so loud that the old gym seemed to shake with each note.

Sophie glanced around, and back at Biana.

She said something, but was drowned out by the music. Biana went to reply, but someone wrapped their arms around aer.

“Biana!” Biana spun around to see Kayla and Morgan standing there grinning. “You made it!” Kayla said, grabbing Biana’s arm. “Come one we’re over here,”

Biana started to protest, but the two of them escorted aer away from where ae and Sophie had been standing.

Ae shot an apologetic look at Sophie, who looked kind of lost.

As soon as they slowed, Biana pulled aer arms away from them. “What the hell?” ae asked.

“What?” Morgan asked, looking confused.

“I was doing something.” Biana said, crossing aer arms. “I was talking to Sophie.”

Kayla raised her eyebrows. “Why? It’s not like you’re friends with her or anything.”

“So what if I am?” Biana asked. “Last I checked you don’t choose my friends.”

“Listen, we’re not choosing your friends. We’re just saying that Sophia is a bit odd. We know what type of people you’re friends with, and I’m worried for you. She’s probably just using you.”

Biana flushed at that. “And you’re not? Whatever. I’m done. Goodbye.” ae turned on aer heel, and stormed off.

Biana shoved through the crowd, scanning the room for Sophie, but the blonde girl was nowhere to be seen.

“Guess who?” Someone asked, covering Biana’s eyes, and ae jumped. “It’s Mason!” he said, and rested his hands on aer shoulders as ae turned around.

“Please let go of my shoulders.” Biana said, any false politeness gone.

Mason pouted at that, briefly letting go. “What’s wrong Ana? I’ve been waiting for you. I thought we were going to dance.”

“I don’t- I never agreed to that Mason.”

He grabbed her hand. “If it’s something I said, I-“

“No! Let go of me!” Biana said, pulling away.

“Listen if you’re nervous I get it. I’d be nervous if I had to be my girlfriend. I mean how do you deal with my awesomeness?”

Biana froze at that. “I- What?”

“Yeah, I was hoping to ask you to be my girlfriend. I meant it to be after the dance, but now’s fine.” Mason said, pulling aer closer. “Biana Vacker, will you be my girlfriend?”

Ae felt the pit in her stomach drop, and she stiffened. “Mason…”

“Is that a yes?” he asked, stupidly hopeful, and suddenly something inside aer broke.

Ae shoved him back, and he stumble backwards into the punch bowl. The pink fruit punch spilled to the floor, and he glanced up, confused.

“No. I’ve said no asshole, you’ve just been too far up your own ass to hear me!” Biana said, not caring who heard. “Has it occurred to you for a second that maybe not everyone loves you? I’m sorry Mason, but I’m not interested. Get over yourself already”

Before anyone could react, Biana shoved through the small crowd that had gathered, and out of the gym.

The cool night air was a welcome change from the heat of the gym, and ae started walking.

As ae walked, the events of the night hit aer. For once in aer life, ae had no clue what tomorrow would look like. What would happen next? Who would ae be?

The uncertainty crept in, and ae found herself walking to the park, not sure where to go. Ae could text Keefe for a ride, but ae wasn’t sure what would happen when ae got home. ae wasn’t sure what would happen at all.

Ae sat in the gazebo, and stared up at the sky through the wooden ceiling, letting the breeze cool aer down. The stars poked out from the clouds, and Biana rubbed aer arms, cold.

“Biana?”

Biana turned to see Sophie, awkwardly standing under the lamp. She looked up at Biana, tilting her head. “Are you ok?”

Biana opened aer mouth, before shaking aer head. “Not really.” she said, voice quiet.

“Can I come sit with you?” Sophie asked, and Biana nodded, making space on the bench.

The night was quiet aside from the crickets, and it was dark in the gazebo.

“What’s up?” Sophie asked, turning to face Biana. “I heard a commotion, but wasn’t close enough. Are you ok?”

Biana nodded. “It was just Mason. For some reason he wasn’t getting the signal that I was decidedly not into him. And then I made a scene.”

Sophie crinkled her eyebrows together. “Well, I’m sure he deserved it. He doesn’t act like he can see much beyond his own inflated ego.”

Biana laughed at that, relaxing a little. “I told him he had his head stuck up his ass. And then I shoved him into the punch bowl.”

Sophie gasped. “You did not!”

“I did.” Biana said sheepishly.

“Well at least he got the signal now?” Sophie asked.

“I hope so.” Biana said, and the conversation lulled into a silence.

The night didn’t seem as cold now, at least not with Sophie next to aer. Biana suddenly felt nervous, heat rising in aer cheeks.

“Thanks for coming after me.” ae said, and Sophie nodded.

“Of course. I’d be a horrible date to not. Plus, I wanted to make sure you were ok.” Sophie said, glancing away.

“I’m better now.” Biana said, and it was true. With Sophie by aer side, Biana could believe things might go ok. One day.

Ae leaned on Sophie’s shoulder, scooching closer to her. “Is this ok?” ae asked, and Sophie nodded. Biana waited a beat before talking again. “I’m glad I met you Sophie.” ae said, glancing up at the girl. “You’re a good person.”

“You are too.” Sophie said. “And I know you said you’re not, but you are. People aren’t perfect all the time, but you care. You try to be better. Truly awful people don’t sit around worrying they’re a bad person.”

Biana laughed at that, before a thought struck aer. “Oh my god.”

Sophie looked slightly panicked. “Oh no. What’s wrong?”

Biana laughed, and Sophie loosened. “It’s nothing bad! I was just thinking how we went to a dance together, and never actually danced.”

“Ah. Well.. better late than never.” Sophie stood, and held out her hand. “May I have this dance?”

Biana nodded, taking it. “I’d love to.” ae said, and the two of them started dancing together. Awkwardly at first, but eventually they fell into an off rhythm dance, moving around the gazebo.

There wasn’t music, but in Biana’s opinion that made it all the more fun.

Eventually the two of them dissolved into laughter, sitting together on the bench again.

“You know this reminds me of those cheesy high school movies.” Sophie said absentmindedly, stealing a look at Biana. “Where the main couple has a long romantic scene, after all the drama, and they eventually share a kiss that is miraculously not awkward in the rain, because they’re too fucking stupid to bring an umbrella.” She immediately flushed, looking away.

Biana flushed as well, butterflies flipping in aer stomach. “Well too bad it isn’t raining.” ae said, almost instantly regretting it.

Sophie seemed surprised, and turned to face Biana. “Well we never did fit into boxes anyway.” she said, taking Biana’s hand.

Biana was so glad it was too dark to see that ae’d gotten red as a tomato. “... well could I?” ae asked, leaning in.

Sophie nodded. “Of course.” she said quietly.

Biana leaned in, and kissed Sophie.

Nothing too exciting happened, no fireworks flew into the sky, no dramatic music played, but it was enough. It most definitely had its share of awkwardness, and was no more than a small peck on the lips.

Biana blinked, feeling as if someone had doused aer in cold water. “I- wow.” was all ae could say, and Sophie grinned sheepishly.

“Definitely not a movie kiss.” Sophie said, grinning at Biana.

“No, better.” Biana said, grabbing Sophie’s hand. “Now I hate to break up the moment or whatever but I’m cold and I was wondering if you wanted to find somewhere warmer.”

“Well we could go watch a movie at my house? That’s something heterosexual movie couples do, right?”

“Would your parents be ok with that?” Biana asked.

“Totally. Now come on. I don’t want you to freeze to death.” Sophie took Biana’s hand, and together the two of them walked into the night.

[dealgemeneverwarring]

De Algemene Verwarring #94 - 26 juni 2023

The ninety-fourth episode of De Algemene Verwarring was broadcast on Monday, June 26, 2023, and you can listen to it by clicking on the link below that will take you directly to the Mixcloud page:

https://www.mixcloud.com/MedialabKortrijk/de-algemene-verwarring-94-26-juni-2023/

Pictured below is a band called The Charlottes, a female fronted shoegaze/pop band from Huntingdon, Cambridgeshire in England. They formed in 1988, released two albums and a few EP’s, and got lost in the enormous amounts of shoegaze bands that were active in that area. To be honest, I had never heard of them before. I usually also don’t buy Record Store Day releases, but this one was smiling at me at a recent flea market in Kortrijk. The seller had attached some much needed “duiding” to the record, calling it ‘a milestone of the whole shoegaze and c-86 Indiepop era’, and compared the band to Black Tambourine and The Swirlies, So yes I was intrigued, especially by the reference to the C-86 cassette that was released by NME magazine in 1980 (later also released on LP by Rough Trade), so I bought it and wasn’t disappointed at all. It collects the LP “Lovehappy” with tracks from the 12″ “Liar” and the 12″ “Love In The Emptiness”. It also has a raging cover of Shocking Blue’s “Venus”. Iwanted to play a track from this record, and because I wasn’t really prepared for this episode, I quickly selected some records of what I call “meisjespop”, or girlie pop I guess. Some of the other girlie bands featured on this episode are Shop Assistants, Ribbon Stage, En Attendant Ana, Moxie, Dum Dum Girls, and Neo Boys. New stuff from Yfory, Annelies Monseré and Tramhaus, and old stuff from Cop Shoot Cop, Myelin Sheaths and My Bloody Valentine of course. Oh, and I’m also ranting about late night Brussels shows that I can’t attend. And below the photo you can find the playlist for this show. Enjoy!

Playlist:

Myelin Sheaths: Stackticon (7” “Stackticon” on Bachelor Records, 2009)

Frankie Traandruppel: Divided By Zero (LP “Castling” on Ronny Rex & Feles Music, 2023)

Neo Boys: Empty My Head (2xLP “Sooner Or Later” on K Records & Mississippi Records, 2013)

En Attendant Ana: I’ll Be Your Mirror (12” “Songs From The Cave” on Nominal Records, 2017)

Honey Radar: Carousel Society (LP “Ruby Puff Of Dust” on What’s Your Rupture Records, 2019)

Ribbon Stage: Nowhere Fast (LP “Hit With The Most” on K Records & Perennial records, 2022)

Yfory: Baled Y Dolmen (7” “Yfory” on Static Age Records, 2023)

Shop Assistants: All Day Long (LP “Shop Assistants” on Blue Guitar Records & Chrysalis Records, 1986)

The Charlottes: Liar (LP “Lovehappy” on Radiation Reissues, 2020, originally released on 12” “Liar” on Cherry Red Records, 1990)

My Bloody Valentine: Lose My Breath (CD “Isn’t Anything” on Creation Records, 1988)

Moxie: A Day Off (CD “Blue Sky, Maybe” on My First Sonny Weissmuller Records, 1998)

Dum Dum Girls: Bedroom Eyes (LP “Only In Dreams” on Sub Pop Records, 2011)

Naked on The Vague: All Aboard (LP “The Blood Pressure Sessions” on Siltbreeze, 2008)

Tramhaus: Beep Beep (7” “The Goat” on Subroutine Records, 2023)

Cop Shoot Cop: Interference (CD “Release” on Big Cat Records, 1994)

Algebra Suicide: Heat Wave (LP “Still Life” on Dark Entries, 2019)

Troth: Aether Frolic (LP “Oak Corridor” on Knekelhuis, 2021)

Annelies Monseré: My Finest Hour (LP “Mares” on Horn Of Plenty <O, 2023)

[nubivgant]

                           𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐘

welcome  𝑪𝑬𝑹𝑰𝑨 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑶𝑵 ,  the lady of storm's end + the mistress of whispers  ,  to  king's  landing  !  when  you  think  of  them  ,  ideas  of  lavender tinted sighs  ,  setting yourself on fire to keep others warm  ,  secrets held close to your heart  +  a soft yet commanding voice  come  to  mind  .   they  are  arriving  to  the  red  keep  ,  supporting  house  velaryon  .  we  do  hope  that  whatever  happens  ,  they  play  the  game  wisely  .

tw. death

００１ : 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

name : ceria baratheon

title ( s ) : lady of storm's end , mistress of whispers

age : twenty nine

gender : cis female

pronouns : she & her

orientation : pansexual / panromantic

religion : faith of the seven

loyalty : house baratheon , house velaryon

height : 5'0

hair color : black

eye color : blue

faceclaim : olivia cooke

００２ : 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 .

+ positive traits : meticulous , benevolent , incisive , amiable , virtuous

- negative traits : imprudent , enigmatic , phlegmatic , reticent , taciturn

mbti : isfj -- introverted , observant , feeling , and judgment .

enneagram : type 6 , wing 5

moral alignment : lawful neutral

００３ : 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄 .

martial status : unwed . unbetrothed .

father : ruling lord ormund baratheon †

mother : ruling lady cassandra baratheon née caron †

siblings : king consort joss baratheon † , ruling lord william baratheon , lord theon stark née baratheon , ser utp baratheon , lady silvana baratheon

extended family : house caron ( cousins ) , house velaryon ( in - laws ) , house stark ( in - laws )

pet : sapphire --- a white kitten named for the blues of her eyes.

００４ : 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 .

ceria was the long standing youngest child of house baratheon , a role she leaned into . a mischievous , spoiled girl who could do no wrong in her eldest brother's eyes . she had a tendency to stare through the windows , watching her brothers battle with sparring swords in the yards while with her septa --- daring to frolic in the mud and ruin her pretty dresses the moment she could free herself from her lessons . it was in the yards where their father announced the birth of the true youngest child of house baratheon --- ceria's sister . doe - eyed and excited , she bounded into the chambers of the ruling lord and lady , willing to throw her role to the wind to fawn over another sibling .

ceria was fifteen when joss became king consort . a rainy , sorrow - filled day as she joined her family on the king's road back to storm's end . she longed to stay with her brother and newest sister , but she had her own duties to fulfill in storm's end . four years passed before queen vaella sent word to the ruling lord of storm's end , requesting the presence of her good sister in the crownlands . ceria gladly took her role as a lady - in - waiting to the beloved queen , even more so excited to remain in the presence of her favorite brother .

her time in the crownlands was an even mix between heart break , misery , and excitement . though surely the greyjoy mistress of whispers could be trusted , ceria oft had the queen's ear , informing her of the songs her own little birds would sing . but the songs of her birds were not enough to save her own brother's life . heartbreak had fallen upon the lady baratheon when her parents died within mere months of each other , but it was nothing like the twisting of the knife as queen vaella sentenced her dear brother to death . ceria protested , with tears in her eyes , begging her closest friend to think about her decision . gods save the queen for the fury of the young doe . but retribution never dare pass her mind . she could hold no ill will towards the velaryons . she wept for the loss of her brother and for the sheer stupidity of the queen to listen to the snakes in her council . she was amongst those who demanded the treacherous members of the small council have their heads placed on pikes .

ceria briefly returned to storm's end following the death of joss , taking a few months with her remaining family to grieve . but , a letter sealed with the sigil of the hand of the queen arrived by raven . for her established connections , sweet disposition , and perhaps an attempt to heal the bond between houses baratheon and velaryon , the hand had advised vaella to name her good sister to the small council as mistress of whispers . with some encouragement , she accepted , hoping that she and vaella could return to the relationship they once shared .

reparations were made . the queen lavished ceria in all the things she loved , planting herself within the lady's favor . ceria remains faithful to the queen and house velaryon . despite the loss suffered , she still views them as family .

but the lady still holds the fury of her house behind her eyes .

００５ : 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 .

( somewhat informal )

❛ . . . it's what they whisper . ❜

( 0 / ? ) ceria has made valiant attempts to have at least one informant in each region of westeros . after all , she is striving to remain in the trust of the queen . most of these relationships can be plotted !

❛ . . . and suddenly , the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap . ❜

despite being rather mischievous a majority of the time , ceria is more often a soft - spoken , kind , gentle person . i want her to get all mixed up with someone who is the polar opposite . i have lots of thoughts about this , hmu if you're interested .

❛ . . . who makes you feel whole . ❜

most of the time , ceria is running around , stressed . this person is her best friend , her confidant , her breath of fresh air .

anything + everything !

believe me when i say , i probably will have a hundred more wcs or just general connections thought up at any given time . i'm down to just plot lots of things !